Change My World
Disclaimer: Yeah... if I owned it, we wouldn't be in a filler arc. Nor do I own Across the Universe.
Authour Notes: This is unbetaed, because I'm lazy, yes, yes I am. I know this comes as a shock to you all... This was also birthed from a picture I took at Otakon.
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The night is eerily silent, as if all manner of creature know that this area is not safe. Moonlight shines bright, illuminating the empty streets to the point where it is almost as bright as day.
Even with no cloud cover though, the shinigami moves with such stealth that only those looking for him might see him – and even then, there is no guarantee, as his speed is great.
Hollows are quickly dispatched with the flash of a blade, while innocents sleep soundly in their beds.
It is then that a melodic ring sounds in the still night air.
There is a sigh, a flip, and the tinny sound of Across the Universe is halted.
"Abarai-san… Renji… were we not told these phones were for business use only?"
Another sigh is heard, as well as the shifting of fabric as the shinigami leans against a nearby street lamp.
"No, I will not bring you home some kappa rolls… no… I am here on business Abar—Renji… yes, I did do laundry… no I do not know where your flowered yukata is… no, I did not throw it out, despite my best intentions… no Rukia did not take it…"
The conversation carries along in this vein for several minutes, as the dark-haired shinigami lazily twirls his zanpakuto and rolls his eyes now and then at whatever the person on other end is saying.
At one point a small girl of maybe five or six, on her way back from getting a mid-night glass of water, looks out the window to see a young man in formal dress balancing a katana on his nose. She blinks in confusion and rubs her eyes but the vision doesn't change. Even at her age, she knows that she will not tell her parents what she has seen, as they will merely laugh and tell her what an imagination she has.
When the call is over, ending with a mumbled, "Love you too…" and a click, the shinigami tucks the cell phone back into his robes.
A light blush tints normally pale cheeks as the man disappears in a sudden flash of movement.
The street is once more silent.
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