A dark future.

Thu Jun 30, 2011 3:11 am

Such a great day, or shall we say night. The heat from the day that had just passed Karakura had made it's way throughout the night. The clear sky showed the glourious stars that glimmered and shone down to the city. The bright full moon is what had made this night magical.

The outskirts of Karakura had gathered up all the animals that make their move within a night just like this. Hedgehogs were seen crawling from tree to tree slowly whilst small birds flew from their nests occasionally, probably to find food for their babies. This day had been long and tiring, what a nice way to round it up before yet another new and fresh day were to arrive.

And what better way to witness this moment than to stay out all night, star gazing as you watch the next day slowly unfold.

The time, one minute past moment within the midst of summer. A boy around the looks of aged 17 sat on a branch of a tree. His name? Kentaro Hanate, just your average male. Although Kentaro had a awful lot of energy within him he had yet to find out about.

What happened on this night would either change what he thought of himself or the others around him.

Only time would tell.

Fri Jul 15, 2011 1:29 am

The night was serene, the stars shining brightly high above the city lights which shone back, a crude mockery of the sight above. Still, there was something comforting about the sight as the great city sat like a glowing jewel in the middle of the settling darkness. If things had gone differently, it would have been a rather peaceful night on the outskirts of Karakura Town for sure. Unfortunately that was not the case though; something was about to stir the pot. Though the moral realm could not hear them the footfalls brought with them the distinct possibility of destruction. For a few more moments, the moon shone in defiance of the coming change, holding the sky still like a general with his army preparing for the coming battle.

Then the sky cracked, the phalanx shattered, and the moon was blotted out by darkness as the garganta formed, deforming the sky and revealing a hollow, empty world beyond that separated the mortal realm from many others. Out of that portal in the sky stepped a well built man dressed in nostalgic and telling clothes; the uniform of Aizen’s Espada. Why had Grimmjow not discarded the clothing by now? Mostly because he was too lazy and there was no real need; the clothes were comfortable, functional, and so on, so there was little real reason to change anything about them. The azure haired arrancar had better things to do with his time anyway than to spend it dithering on the latest fashions of a world drenched in darkness and animalistic strife. In a world of predators your clothing would not determine whether you lived or died.

Grimmjow looked down from his high vantage point, not at the young man who sat in the tress but further beyond, at Karakura Town and the city it had become. So different it was from the city he had gone to years ago to do battle with an orange haired shinigami. A new adversary awaited in that city of metal, stone, glass, and blood. When he had last gone, he had killed a Shinigami woman only to be attacked by an arrancar and then the head of the Yayjuu; the brawl had broken several buildings and so on, but in the end he had retreated; unlike centuries before, he was no longer so bone headed as to continue a hopeless fight only so that he might die. There were other things to take care of before he could peacefully walk into a gr-oh who was he kidding. He didn’t plan on dying anytime soon, and certainly not without taking down several people he had in mind first.

Why exactly was the former Sixth Espada here then? That was a bit harder to say. Mostly it was a whim; other than that it was a tugging sensation deep in his gut. He had wanted to come here for something, and now that he was here he didn’t know what it was. So the arrancar stood there, high in the sky, pondering the lights beyond the forest. Maybe he had come here in hopes of running into one of the people he had aimed to take down. Maybe he had simply wanted to stretch his legs in something other than sand. Who the hell knew?

Wed Aug 17, 2011 11:12 pm

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