"I've been promoted again. I think I'm going to be stuck as fourth seat for some time, though. I don't see Nemu or Akon going anywhere... I suppose there are worse places to be stuck."
Chessebelle glanced at the headstone, a sudden shiver making her body shudder. She turned away, instead looking at the strange cardboard that she held in her hands. It was flat and square, a vinyl record stored inside safely. The box art was a watercolor painting, a lake on a cloudy night. A full moon shown down on the lake, looking at its own reflection. 'Debussy: Clair de Lune and other piano favorites,' written on the cover in a beautiful flowing handwriting.
"I brought this from the human world. I don't know if you'll like it, you were strange in your tastes. I used your strange contraption to play for myself though-I liked it a lot. It reminded me of you," Chessebelle paused, casting a cold glare over her shoulder at the sound of someone approaching. Her eyes softened at the sight of Captain Kyoraku of the eighth division.
He was on his way to his former lieutenant's headstone. He hadn't picked anyone to take her place just yet, but rumors were circulating that Nanao Ise was being groomed for the position. The captain gave her a kind smile as he passed by, tipping his strange hat. Chessebelle gave a curt nod in response, deciding that she would take her leave out of respect for Shunsui's privacy. She tried to remember what she had been saying, realizing that she was wrong in her words.
"I should correct myself. It reminded me of us, Shinji." She bent down and added the vinyl record to the offerings on his tomb. Some people had offered up records like herself, while others had left heartfelt letters. Chessebelle couldn't help but notice that the only new contributions were all from her.
She left the graveyard, looking down at her feet and picking at the skin on her cuticles, as she always did when she left Shinji's grave. She didn't cry anymore, but she felt like she should every Sunday that she visited.