Porcupine Tree - Prodigal
Nights visiting Rukongai were the worst. Shuuhei and some others went sometimes, and Renji'd follow out of a strange sense of obligation. It hadn't been home, that place, but it certainly had its memories.
It was vaguely disgusting to him now, what he'd lived in for so long. He'd gone soft through all those years with a real bed. Now the streets seemed beyond dirty to him, they were dirty, and the air was past awful and into really awful.
The bars in Inuzuri were grey and brown, vomit spread in a thin layer over sawdust floors, but the booze was cheap and the girls had big tits, and so Shinigami visited anyway. They wore civvies rather than their uniforms, and bought liquor till they toppled and added to the delicate concoction on the ground beneath their feet.
When Renji came home to the 6th Division the day after, like the prodigal son, he felt slimy next to Byakuya's crisp white robe.
