A/N: This story starts off just a tad before Aizen's defection, but will progress much farther than that. Events of the last (incomplete) arc barred, this, for all intents and purposes, adheres to canon.
Also, soursop is a type of flower, either yellow or purple, that's stem has a distinctly sour taste. (I myself used to chew them all the time back in elementary school.)
Onto the story!
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A girl stared into the clearing, thoroughly perplexed. What was a Shinigami doing in the middle of these woods? Not anything serious it seemed, as he was simply plucking away at a guitar.
A chord rang out, dissonant and obviously unintentional as he let out a soft curse.
'Plucking poorly, it seems.'
She held back a giggle. He didn't have a clue! Why was a Shinigami even spending time with a guitar in the first place though? Surely he had more important things to attend to, like fighting Hollows or cleaning his sword or parading through Rukongai to see the awe inspired people in his wake or something equally as presumptuous... right?
She told herself, as she approached him, she was only going to get some of the soursop right next to him and maybe give him some advice on the way. She certainly wasn't intrigued by him.
But somewhere deep down, she didn't quite buy her own excuse.
Thank you to xLilim for the review!
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