"Bye Renji!" called a drunk Rangiku from inside. He waved over his shoulder as he walked away from the bar. Swinging by his barracks, he changed into casual clothes and grabbed a small basket he had previously set out. Then he began to walk out toward Rukongai.
Waving to the gate guard on his way out, Renji walked a couple miles out to a moonlit field by a lake. He went over to a willow tree and sat by a headstone beneath it. He pulled out 2 candles, an incense stick, and a picture of Kage smiling. Lighting the candles and one end of the incense he stuck the other end in the dirt in front of the picture, that leaned against the stone.
"Hey Kage." He spoke airily "Happy Birthday babe." He shifted to get more comfortable. "You've missed a lot in the past year. Ichigo is losing his powers, Momo's retired but is finally starting to come around again, and Hitsugaya taichou's taken a liking to your little sister." Renji paused to snicker before smiling sadly and continuing, "Rangiku hasn't taken your death well. With both you and Ichimaru gone, she's been getting into the alcohol more than ever. Shuhei had to get the fourth and fifth seats both working with him to make up the work you used to do." he paused frowning slightly "We all miss you… I miss you." Renji sat their for a couple hours, just talking to the stone. Eventually the incense burnt out and he packed up before walking home. 'I'll always miss you'
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The sands of hueco mundo swirled with the harsh gusts of chilling wind. An Adjuchas' dying cries echoed through the barren area. "Tch, useless." grumbled a male. His red hair spiked out backwards. Feather-like extensions protruded back with his hair, from a yellow and red striped mask that extended down to the bridge of his nose into a triangular shape. Two other pieces connected to the top of the mask and extended from above his eyebrows, to curve down around his eyes. One eye was a muddled brown, the other eye, although appearing the same color from a distance, up close shone with its true dark red color.
He turned to look at the reason he fought the adjuchas. Black shihakusho torn to pieces, long blonde hair a dirty mess, her body splayed out, bleeding in the sand, and a fraction of a bone mask on her face, lay a soul reaper. He picked her up by her waist and started walking in what seemed to be a random direction.
"Problematic Woman," he muttered darkly. If you didn't look like her, you would be dead.