To Kuchiki Byakuya, whose birthday falls on 31 Jan.
To my readers, whom gave me motivation to continue writing.
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Presenting,
Snapshots.
A series of snapshots on Kuchiki Byakuya & Abarai Renji.
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Renji returned to Soul Society in the middle of a warm summer night.
His red hair, usually tied up in a ponytail, was down and looked like a sea of red from behind. His black soul slayer robe was tattered, revealling the various wounds he sustained alongside his muscular bulid. His eyes showed fatigue though shining in victory. He walked with a slight limp now, due to injuries on his leg. His fellow mission teamates were all at the relief division, recieving treatment from the healers of the fourth. Captain Unohana, the leader of the fourth division, wanted Renji to stay for observations as well but he declined. There was somewhere he needed to go. And healing can wait.
He walked down the empty concrete pavements with the help of his sword. The quiet pavements were radiating the heat that it had absorbed under the hot basking sun in the afternoon. The occasional crickets broke the silence. The ever neat roads of the Court of Pure Souls felt extremely lonely all of a sudden. Everything seemed still, even the trees were still due to the lack of wind.
Renji was still recovering from the aftermath of the battle with this particular hollow. It wasn't supposed to be even deadly, but the fact that it had amazing healing powers made it hard to defeat. The fight was bloody, the victory that the team thought they would secure easily was all but a dream. Slowly the fight began to drain them and their moves became slower, less alert and less deadly. And the hollow just kept on healing itself while inflicting more pain onto the team. Renji was almost at his wits' end when he, alongside with the team, decided to combine all their spiritual power to give the monster this one last deadly blow. It was all or nothing. But to Renji, it must be won. And it would be won. He would keep the promise he made to him. He would come back alive, the enemy defeated. And he did. The team did. He did not disappoint him.
Destination reached.
The number six, printed in perfect Kanji strokes within the perfect diamond hung on the top of the buliding, greeted Renji proudly. He smiled. It was home time.
He pushed the door to the Sixth Division headquarters open. Unlike the usual chorus of "Vice Captain "greetings that would ring down the corridors of the headquarters whenever he entered, it was silent tonight besides the creaking of the wooden door that echoed through the quiet infrastructure.Renji walked down the corridor, supporting his weight on the walls, his footsteps echoing loudly in the silence. The place was all dark except for a slight glimmer of light at the end of the corridor as though guiding him to his destination. He made his way towards the light source wondering also whether the corridor had suddently extended in length. He did not remember taking such a long time to reach the end of the corridor.
The shutters to the room of the light source was ajar and Renji slidded it completely open. Near the door was the candle holder, and in it, a single candle to luminate the room he was all too familar with. This was the same room that he reported to work every morning. And even under such little light, Renji knew the figure of the man sitting there, looking out of the window, as though staring into nothingness. The upright stature, the long black hair, the head gear, the white scarf, it could only be him.
"Captain, I'm back,"
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How was it? I am intending this to be a series of short drabblish encounters betweeen Renji and Byakuya specially dedicated to Byakuya since his birthday falls on the 31th. It's pretty short I know, but I hope you guys would still like it. ) Reviews?