BLEACH the RPG: Game Thread

Her smile grew slightly as she approached him again, decreasing the distance between them with her sandals lightly clacking along the sidewalk. Around them, people seemed so oblivious. She couldn't see them passing her by, but she could hear them. A car roared down the street, followed by the blowing of annoyed horns. Why was it that she still yearned to live amongst such life? Death was so much better. Or was it?

Her eyes widened a bit. More of shock. He was too kind. She would have stood no chance without her katana. If he hadn't come along... She shivered, wondering what it would be like to be swallowed by a hollow. It'd probably just bite her head off. All the nutrients would do it some good. She didn't want to be inside any kind of stomach, hollow or human. She pulled her hair back, finally getting the strands of hair out of her face. It mattered not. She just felt slightly annoyed of the touch of hairs upon her skin. It left a tingling sensation she'd rather not have. Like an itch that never went away, no matter how many times you scratched at it.

"You are far too modest. I was powerless against the spirit. But what you say does give me back confidence. For that I thank you once more."

She bowed slightly, straightening out. Her ears caught the noises of the crowd once more. She could hear laughter. Female and male together. She turned in their direction, and sadness swam in those glazed, unseeing eyes. She could see their faces. So light, so full of love, so ready to protect the other. Well, 'see' wasn't quite accurate. Imagine suited the action much more efficiently. She took a breath, turning back towards him as he began to excuse himself.

Then lips parted, and a soft, warm tone came out. She shocked herself with her words, but still they flowed like a rolling river from the caverns of her lips.

"The girl - the one your heart seeks - don't ignore such feelings for her. Love blossoms in the soils of truth, filtered with light from your hearts. Deprived such, it will wither and die, and only you will be left hurting."

She didn't know how she knew exactly. Maybe it was the beating of his heart. Normally, someone's heart beat his neutral. Forever monotonous until something quickens it. Giving it a purpose to live. This can be a job, a child, or a love. She quickly dismissed child and the work from this boy's life. He sounded young, still ready to love. She'd go with that. She turned her back to him, staring up at the sky for a moment. Her heart... It had lost all feeling. Now it merely beat to pump blood. Romance was forever lost in her life. She would live it out alone...

"It was nice to meet you, Ishida-san. Perhaps our paths will bring us into meeting again. Thank you."

And with that, she braced her feet against the cement, pushing off and flying into the air. She landed on several roofs, went down between two small houses, and disappeared from sight. Nothing remaining of her presence but a small droplet of blood, perched where the spirit of the hollow had been freed...

(Bleh, sucks, Sorry! Outta muse... -.-)

Despite Ishida turning to leave, he heard ,amongst the hum of the passing cars and the busy people shuffling passed, the footsteps of the shinigami girl approaching him. Ishida shuffled his feet in place yet again. Once again, old habits. This shinigami was a little different from the others that Ishida had encountered in Soul Society. Although he should include that he met a clown-mime hybrid with detachable limbs, a giant fox, and a little boy with more white hair than his grandfather had. Still though, this woman was a bit like Rukia. There was a warmth that emanated from her that wasn't spiritual energy. She was just...fragile or something.

"You are far too modest. I was powerless against the spirit. But what you say does give me back confidence. For that I thank you once more" Motosuma said with a slight bow. Ishida felt his cheeks turn warm. This woman sure had a knack for compliments. As often as it happened for someone with special abilities like himself, Ishida never really got used to the compliments from saving the "damsels." Oftentimes it just irked him. Other times he simply flat out failed. Like the time he had foolishly attempted to pick a fight with Vice-Captain Abarai Renji for Rukia's sake. That was different though, Ishida had tried to fight against Renji for his own sake, it was different in Soul Society. In Soul Society, Ishida and his "friends" had been split up, and he had mismatchedly been partenered with his schoolmate Orihime Inoue.

Inoue.

During that time, Ishida didn't really know her. She was just "a girl from Handicrafts club" or "that kinda strange one." But during their time Ishida felt an attachment and obligation to her. He remembered how angry he had become when that rogue shinigami had attempted to hurt her. That death god was a lower ranked guy, "master of projectiles." Yet Ishida was so relieved when he realized Inoue was alright. He of course shrugged it off on the outside. He told himself it was just because he was a friend of hers. At that point, that was no longer the case.

Why was Ishida thinking about this so much? What did it matter? Orihime was in love with Kurosaki wasn't she?

Ishida felt as though he had a thousand pound weight placed on him when he stood next to her as they both watched Ichigo fight against Byakuya. Her eyes...she had the same eyes as he did. That longing to be there with someone.

Ishida shook himself back to reality. He himself now bowed to Motosuma. That was when he heard her utter the words

"The girl - the one your heart seeks - don't ignore such feelings for her. Love blossoms in the soils of truth, filtered with light from your hearts. Deprived such, it will wither and die, and only you will be left hurting."

Motosuma had a look of shock on her face. But not as much as Ishida had. What was she talking about? Did she know? Or was it something else? Ishida felt embarrased. Maybe he had made his feelings to obvious. But how could this girl who he had never even met known one of his most dark secrets?

"It was nice to meet you, Ishida-san. Perhaps our paths will bring us into meeting again. Thank you" And with that Motosuma leaped high into the air, just like Ishida had witnessed both Ichigo and Rukia do so many times before, and disappeared.

"W-Wait!" Ishida said as he put his hand out and reached for her. But she was gone. Ishida stood their alone, with nothing but the drop of blood from the battle. He was dumbfounded. Irritably he snapped his wristband off and returned back to normal.

"Motosuma..."