Serenity

The waves lapped gently against the shore. Their sound, soothing and theraputic to most. The water rolled in, foamed a little, and then pulled back out into the ocean. The moonlight reflected brightly off of the water, making it silver. A single person sat there on the shore. An average looking person, hoodie, jeans. At least... If you could see him. The shinigami sat there, letting the water rush around his feet. Hugging his knees in closer, he almost relaxed. The environment was so calm, and Wil almost felt... peaceful. However, he wasn't, most likely from the few stains of blood on the sands that were being slowly washed away. 'Even the water... do hollows not drown?...'

Wil reached over, and picked up Shiro. Pulled out the blade a little from the hilt, and looked at the reflection of his eyes. His eyes were so sad. They were full of so much pain. And yet, they were so very cold. He could feel the ice in his own glare. He resheathed Shiro and placed him back on his side. Wil probably had someone to tend to, or some duty to fulfill, but he had strayed away from his position's job. Closing his eyes, he really thought about it. 'Who... or what is it that I'm missing?...'

Roiben enjoyed water. It was calming and relaxing. Life had become much more enjoyable since leaving the soul society. Not only did he have free time, but he could still fight hollow and arrancar that invaded earth. To him, being a rouge was the life. At times he wondered why he stayed in the soul society so long. Still, there were things he missed about the soul society.

He saw a young shinigami standing at the water's egde looking into the water. He wondered what the shinigami was thinking. Roiben used shunpo, and appeared behind the shinigami in a split second. Having been a captain, his abilities were great. Those who questioned his abilities in combat paid the price for it. "Taking as break from your work?"

Wil took a deep breathe of the salty sea air. He opened his eyes slightly, feeling rather drowsy, before he'd noticed someone farther down the beach. He hadn't moved in the slightest, but in an instant, that presence was then right behind him. Wil resisted the urge to automatically strike. It was a natural reflex he had developed. As vice-captain of the fourth division, he was officially the second best at healing. Yet, even though he was a part of the medical squad, his offensive as well as his defensive abilities were on par with a captain's.

"Taking a break from your work?"

His head still hooded, he leaned in closer towards his knees. Closing his eyes again, he responded in a half muffled voice "Yes... And what of it?...". Muffled yes, however the coldness he usually had in his voice was still easily transmitted. There was a emotionless expression on his face, and even without turning around, it was probably expected of him.