STRAY DOG/STRAY THOUGHTS.
Sandal-covered feet pounded lightly atop the dirt streets of Rukongai District; a male was walking - a male Shinigami. The male wasn't just a Shinigami, however. He was Abarai Renji, the lieutenant of the Sixth Division under Kuchiki Byakuya.
- ...Why the fuck was he in Rukongai?
Abarai grew up in the 78th district of Rukongai as a child.
The Shinigami's optics rushed side to side, capturing various sights as he strolled throughout the old neighborhoods in which he played in. His head shook lightly while his lips slightly spread apart - a deep, nonchalant voice spewed from his cavernous jaw.
"Tch...Look at this..."
- Flashbacks of Rukia and himself began playing through his mind as he viewed the sights.
He thought deeply about his life-long friend. They had been through so much, and back then, as kids, it seemed like non of this would have happened...
Aizen.
Espada.
Hougyoku.
The War.
...none of this bullshit seemed inevitable as the friends laughed, giggled, smiled...not back in those days.
- ... His mind strayed from the thoughts about Kuchiki and fell into deeper situations. His emotions deepened, his fists tightened violently. All because he thought of these things.
His lungs inhaled then exhaled, letting out a load roar of frustration.
...FFFUUUCCCKKK!
...'The hell is that guy screaming for...?'
That's what everyone would have said if they weren't mutely staring at the seemingly insane red head.
The Shinigami ignored everyone and everything around him; his sandal-covered feet now pounded so hard that they left large foot prints.
...I'LL BE ALRIGHT.
