A Waltz of Memories

Ringo smiled faintly watching the people of Fuma Park enjoying the place, ti was such an interesting world Master Shadin had created for the mortals and other creatures. His gaze remained on them, this place felt like a memory he couldn't quite reach. To explain, it was best thought of as something almost within his grasp. Almost a dream, sometimes Ringo couldn't quite find the words to grab at the thing before him. His sword rested on his hip, but no intentions came from him. This journey was a matter of two things really, he was here looking for answers to the puzzle. The puzzle that had plagued him for years, where was he coming from. Of course Ringo had long since accepted his past, but he wished to know more. This didn't mean he was looking forward to finding it out, but he knew that if a criminal didn't acknowledge the crime he couldn't grow from it. He'd done his best to become a better and stronger man in the process. Ringo's gaze and faint smile watched the families as they passed by, they were almost dream like. It felt like he sat in the middle of a flowing stream, not fitting in with the crowd well. The miles went by as they came and went almost in fast forward. His memory of a small girl who's face was blacked out by shadows remained. He seemed to have a sad yet almost content look on his face now as he looked above..

Perhaps this was the punishment for those whom killed without mercy, those whom did what he did. Ringo looked at his hand as he reached towards the stars. Perhaps someday that one person could tell Ringo more, he could only picture this female but the memories he clawed at where not in a place he could quite reach freely, his gaze remained held in place for the future that was possible. Everything seemed to be perception for him, Ringo couldn't see the world in any other form but what was going to come now. Ringo looked on that unreadable smile that seemed to linger forever, he had all the answers but didn't know the questions was the picture it painted of the young Reaper sometimes. Urahara-Sensei once called him the man with a thousand names and he never did know what it meant. But Ringo thought it perhaps meant he knew much but he knew so little in the same light. His eyes closed now as he seemed to be enjoying this Waltz of Memories as he listened to the music play.

The melody of the timeless lost era that he couldn't remember, his eyes of emerald green. The female of shadows seemed to materialize before him waves of shadows seemed to come to life among her hair. The crimson orbs seemed to of been lively perhaps more then her personality. He was reading her of what he could, the female was one of the few times he felt the composure slipping. This abyss of silence between them felt somewhat tangible something untouchable and yet so hard to reach for. His mind felt sharp pain as he reached up to touch it, his eyes remaining locked with hers now. The moment of a silence that would say a thousand more words then anything else would ever sum up. This emotion and feeling he couldn't tell what it was, he could remember pieces of the female. He could hear the word echo within his mind, Shi-...it was Shi something wasn't it? He wasn't sure things felt so fuzzy, he and this female had a past. But the meaning behind it was hidden behind veils of shadow, Ringo's eyes relaxed as his liquid composure returned seeming to flood over his form. This was something that couldn't be defined with words, so he wouldn't define it. The first to break the silence may not of been either one, they both felt that familiar feeling. She felt warm to him, something about the girl was alluring. This dance seemed to be something, the music that came next was going to be a slow song.

The music box, such a familiar sting of memories, was this the one who haunted his dreams. Or perhaps that wasn't the term, he thought of the person whom he couldn't quite reach. It brought him strength when he needed it, Ringo put on a face normally and wore it like a knight wore his shield and sword. But mentally some people very few would noticed how unbalanced he was, perhaps this memory was his balance. Ringo wouldn't break his gaze from this familiar presence, of this dark haired girl. His memory felt like a cord, something he could grasp at. The flood of images of his past came in somewhat, he remembered when he got wounded. What was the reason behind his injury, what caused it? Was he going to see her? The questions flooded, what was the relationship between these two. This emotion, loneliness was something he was well used too. After all people grew used to such a feeling that others couldn't grasp, what was this female to him.

Questions without words came to him, he couldn't speak this silence would last an eternity. Those red eyes captivated him, his own eyes began to stain blood like. The original color of his eyes after using something that he couldn't remember. Negative Photon energy, it turned his eyes red and caused him to glow with black energy. However Ringo didn't have access to his energy completely due to the wrist band. His eyes felt sore from the change, they dripped some blood down them. The bloody tears seemed to be sign that he was still here, the familiar sting of pain. Snapped him from his absolute focus, he wasn't angry no signs of such showed. Perhaps these crimson tears were the real thing, memories of such pain that one could only begin to see them as little more then nightmares. These were life for this young warrior, he only knew one path finding his past to live through the future. The past was the key, he joined Zero Division not out of loyalty to them. But to further his search, he had far more freedom.

Could all of this have lead to this single moment, he brought a trembling hand to his eye, feeling the blood come from his cheek now. He wasn't showing signs of pain, but his mind was sore from trying to recall something that was on the tip of his tongue. Only a single word could be formed, he didn't know the name fully. Only Shi, the one sentence he could get off was something barely audible before breathed heavily as the pain within his mind increased again. "Shi..." This was the one word he was able to form as the waltz of the mysterious melody brought back somethings, but left others in darkness. The bloody tears left some drops upon the ground with a splash, the echo of the music box. The Human, the Music, Box, and the Death God. These things sat in the Park as star lit sky shined down upon them both. Perhaps fate was driving them closer to one another, but those eyes stung and were familiar to him as his heart skipped beats. He could feel it in his chest, something was strange and not the same.

The melody of fate played on.

She stepped forward and felt air within his lungs return. Ringo's normal composure was shot because this one was something from past that he couldn't touch. Shisome, that name ringed within his ears forever. It was like hearing an echo inside his mind. He had to collect himself and soon he had done just that. Ringo's mind tried to figure out whom she was, the crimson eyes and blood from them felt warm and yet painful. He wore his inhibitor that kept his power in check normally just because the pain was to great to walk around with them constantly active. Ringo could remember her face and that name, the name was like a nail through his mind."Ringo....Ringo Unabara.." He managed to get his voice to come out by some miracle, the silence between these two whom fate had kept apart for some reason or another. The soundless drama that may of happened between them was something that had him prisoner at the moment. Ringo didn't think he would find the person he was looking for soon, or hear the music again. When that melody of fate left his ears he felt his blood's coldness seem to fade more, something about it reminded him of days he couldn't remember. Ringo was a strong shinigami of that he had no doubt, but this one took him off guard as Ringo did his best to come across as a fair and strong man whom served the Soul King.

But in truth within he was in turmoil trying to figure out the past that had slipped his grasp for so long. Ringo knew his clan leader well enough, Tsubasa-Sama and they had tried to aid him even now his leader attempted to figure out ways to restore the damaged memories of Shinigami and others. But that wasn't something he understood all that well, Ringo couldn't fathom that man's processing. Besides with what was before him the silence felt numbing almost. Ringo couldn't help but feel a certain tug at the strings of his heart, trying to figure out what was wrong was hard. But he could only step forward and look into the females eyes now as she came closer. But this was not something he could really define as a choice of his own. He walked without control and seemed to be almost in a primal state, where he moved forward. This could be called many things, but Ringo just stared into her eyes. Exchanging the glance between them as he walked forward not sure how long the silence would go on.

Neither one had the strength to quite break it, the silence was something so magical almost like God had decided to let time stop for this meeting. To let them feel each other's eyes and to taste the feeling of being close to one another. It was such a strange feeling, Ringo had to acknowledge he'd never experienced it or anything close to this emotion within his lifetime. Such things were beyond comprehension for someone like him. Trained to kill and fight as a soldier he didn't understand the principal behind the ideal of feeling this way as though no words would come forward. It was strange and bizarre for them both he suspected. But was strange and almost the stupid part of it, it all felt right. Everything about this silence everything about gazing into her eyes felt right to him and Ringo wouldn't break this feeling for anything in the world. This silence was a precious as gold perhaps even more so. Nothing could describe it and nothing ever word, for this moment was the meeting long destined between them.