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Tattoo
Hisagi (Kensei)
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Hisagi thinks at night as he runs his hand across his face.
First over the three scars on the right side of his face - they are entirely tangible, real, and there. They are a horrible reminder of lives lost that shouldn't have been. - and then his hand moves to rub the sleep from his tired left eye, and down his cheek just a little. The skin is smooth and feels as though it should be unblemished. Maybe in a different world it would be. Maybe in the world of the living where he would have gone if he hadn't made it through. He was so young, so terrified. The tattoo there on his cheek, the one he cannot feel, but knows exists is an excellent reminder of the life that was saved that shouldn't have been.
And Hisagi thinks at night as he lets his arm fall to his side and closes his eyes, that he has a debt to pay forward for the men who's lives he didn't save, and for the man who saved his.
Just some drabbles that may one day be turned into stories. . . More or less they're my own personal collection of plot bunnies. ^^; None-the-less, I hope you enjoy.