Quick Disclaimer: The chapters within this story are written by me, but Bleach and its characters do not belong to me. I'm merely borrowing them for these stories to play along with my OC, Chessebelle Chiyoko. I welcome any and all criticism to help me grow as a writer. Thanks for giving my story a read, and I hope you enjoy!
"Don't you ever think about the before?"
Chessebelle didn't bat an eye at the question Shinji posed. The woman continued her work, clacking the keys on the computer noisily in comparison to the otherwise silent laboratory. However, she felt the need to give him a verbal answer; he never liked when she didn't acknowledge him, whether it be a question or his prescence in general.
"No, Captain Hirako. Why waste my time thinking about things like that when work can be done." Her flat voice made it clear that it wasn't a question.
"Well, I think about it..." He paused, the blonde floating through the desolate laboratory, his fingers gently grazing the edge of the steel tables. Long blonde locks followed him like a separate entity, an afterimage of himself. "I just figured you might as well, Chessebelle Chiyoko." Shinji flashed his signature grin over at the white-haired woman, punctuating every syllable in her name as he joined her at her computer, brown eyes focusing on her instead of the monitor she had been intently staring at the whole time they were in this cold laboratory.
This time, she did bat an eye. Blinking, the woman paused her own work, her fingers hesitating on the next keys in her series of coding. "Well, I don't." The shinigami resumed her work while the tall man next to her gave an exaggerated sigh. "Yer no fun, you know that, girly?"
The truth was, she often thought about what her previous life may have held for her. She wasn't sure of anything, of course, but she did like to think that maybe she was better at telling the truth in her previous life, that maybe she was better at showing her feelings in her previous life... That maybe she even had friends in her previous life that missed her dearly.
The clacking of the keys filled the room once more as the blonde continued to pace around the laboratory to find something to occupy himself with, while the other shinigami tried to push the thoughts that plagued her sleepless nights out of her mind while she worked.
