The Last Journey Home

The sounds of the people hurrying were around the dark blue haired male as he walked slowly through the rain. His eyes downcast as his steps echoed as the titanium reinforced boot he wore struck the stone cold sidewalk with every step. Rain rolled down his long black leather duster coat, resembling a cascading waterfall due to the heavy rain. People walking by took note of the katana that was held in his right hand by its crimson sheathe. His left hand was encased with leather that released his fingers. His right hand revealed the Sexta Espada brand of Shadow Fall, the rain touching it ran as red as blood. He had come to visit his home country before, but last time Colin washi had beat the shit out of him for blow trees to hell. The man smirked at the memory, he had released a cero only to be beat six feet under by an angel knock off. He had earned a great respect for nature that day after learning of such brutallity because of a tree. Thinking of Colin, the man pulled a cell phone from his pocket before sending off a text to him. Ending the message the man rose his head to stair at a sign. He was just wandering. No destination set but a lot of ground to cover.

Though he was enjoying the wandering, he hadn't fought in weeks. His body was strained and needed to be loosed up. Maybe a battle for the hell of it would be the perfect cure for that. But pushing his luck in Karakura was bad news. The Kurosaki lived here and so did Shadin Yuudeshi, which meant he could wind up half dead in less than a second. He was already a liviing Arrancar who has never died, but that was a story for another time. A time when he was to die by a friend's hand. But he stopped staning there in the rain and began to walk again. He spoke, asking himself the question. "Che. When will you finally be given the grace of death Yuu?"