A Short Escapade to the Human World

Giriko paced back in to the bathroom as she started talking, listening but apparently not paying any attention to the concept of courtesy, before he grabbed the muddy pile of clothes that he had left on the bathroom floor. She didn’t need to tell him that he needed to go, he was aware he had already over stayed his welcome by a fair margin, not only had he attacked the girl but he used her hot water as well as soiling her house like a pack of wild, muddy raccoons. Giriko grumbled gently under his breath as he walked back out of the bathroom and glanced back down at the girl, the muddy tunic and sash gripped tightly in his hand. Then she got to the crux of the matter and Giriko watched as her expression genuinely darkened, almost literally. It was understandable, hollow were hardly appealing creatures and for the most part they tended to be rather terrifying. Giriko himself had more or less been trained for the better part of the last three years to ignore that sense of fear and to mercilessly eliminate their existence, but he doubted this girl had the same structured training and an enormous amount of reiatsu does not compensate for a proper teacher and the time put in to mastering your emotions. Giriko felt a pang of sympathy for her, something that was quite foreign to him if he was being perfectly honest and for a moment the concern and sympathy showed on his face, almost showing genuine affection for the girl and her plight. The look vanished as quickly as it had appeared however; Giriko wasn’t the type to wear any emotion but anger on his sleeve. He did proceed to commit her description to memory however; it was not something he was going to forget.

Giriko tore his eyes away from her, showing one more emotion on his face that he hated expressing, distraught. She didn’t need to remind him that his companions were out there, in the rain, decomposing and the thought was a constant pain for him, but he knew rushing out there without taking care of himself was not doing them a service. If he confronted the hollow and was killed due to not tending to his own wellbeing, their sacrifices were completely in vain. Giriko followed her out of the hallway and toward the window, still not being able to look at her as, despite the rationale, he found himself being rather overwhelmed by guilt. As Giriko stepped out and felt the rush of air flow through the open window, an act that did not even bring the smallest of smiles to his face, truly enunciating just how miserable he was at the moment, his eyes picked up and gazed under(damnit) the girl’s shoulder and out at the wreckage they had caused.

It would seem however, that letting her ever finish a thought was just something Giriko was not going to allow. As soon as she started talking about the storm abating, Giriko slung the muddy clothes over his shoulder, partially negating the purpose of that whole showering thing, and quickly “blipped” out of focus in the girl’s house before reappearing beside one of his fellow shinigami’s remains. Giriko’s flash steps were clunky at best, not having fully recovered, but he was at least well enough to operate them proficiently. The boy bent over and grasped the traditional shinigami robes his compatriot wore and, displaying a sense of strength that no one his size should be capable of, lifted the six foot tall man up by his collar and flung it over his shoulder, most of the blood and mud having been washed away by the rain. Giriko, still wearing nothing but the towel and apparently oblivious to the fact, walked over to the remaining body, the third having been eaten by the hollow, and repeated the process, picking him up and hanging him over his shoulder. He would give them the sendoff they deserved, that was his foremost concern at the moment. Giriko turned for a moment to give her a curt nod before he blipped out of focus once more and left the area, looking for a more suitable place to leave the departed and continue his assignment, not deigning to return her good bye and good luck. The world was a small place really, he was sure he’d see her again so a good bye wasn’t truly necessary. He was going to have to return the towel at the very least once he realized he still had it.