Post by Daisuke Nagazawa on Mar 18, 2008 19:36:40 GMT -4
The park was a spot that Nagazawa Daisuke usually visited while he was on duty. Children, both alive and dead, tended to congregate here. There were children everywhere. Two boys were challenging each other to swing as high as they could on the swing set while a group of kids ran around the jungle gym playing tag. As the sun came down, most of the children either left for home or were picked up by their parents. When the sun finally set, only one girl was left behind.
The little girl was about 10 years old and dressed in her school uniform. She wore her hair in long pigtails with two lovely yellow ribbons tying them off. The girl had been enjoying building a castle in the sandbox for most of the day. She was so engrossed in her work that she didn't notice that the sun had set. She didn't notice the chain that connected her to the lamp-post near the street. She didn't notice Daisuke as he waited for her to finish, or the occasional scream of a weak hollow as it hunted for lost souls or was killed by Daisuke when it came too close to the park. Before she went off to soul society, the little girl only had one request: she wanted to finish the sandcastle before leaving.
Daiske felt pity for the girl. She told him how every day she came here she would try to build a sandcastle, but somehow or another she would never get it done in time. Sometimes it would get destroyed by annoying little boys or sometimes her parents would come early. Sometimes she didn't get it started early enough. Sometimes she would get distracted by her friends. But she still kept trying to build it. It had been her goal to finish it sometime before she died, but now it was just her goal to finish it. So, Daisuke waited.
The castle looked nearly complete. She finally took notice of the Shinigami that had been watching over her and waved to him just after the lights in the park came on. With the sun nearly set, it was getting darker every second. Daisuke waved back. He had no particular mission today except to do patrols, and there were hardly any hollows in the area to worry about. He was patient. For most of the time, Dai had just read from one of his favorite books of poetry. The soul burial could wait.
As Daisuke leaned up against a tree, he finished the last poem in the collection and closed the small book with a small contemplative sigh. he looked out at the sunset and watched as the last remnants of light dipped behind a hill.
Suddenly, Daisuke felt a surge of reiatsu. Whatever it was, it was stronger than a normal spirit and heading straight for the park. Daisuke slipped his book into his pouch and rested his hand near the hilt of his zanpakuto, scanning the area for whatever was causing the disturbance.
The little girl was about 10 years old and dressed in her school uniform. She wore her hair in long pigtails with two lovely yellow ribbons tying them off. The girl had been enjoying building a castle in the sandbox for most of the day. She was so engrossed in her work that she didn't notice that the sun had set. She didn't notice the chain that connected her to the lamp-post near the street. She didn't notice Daisuke as he waited for her to finish, or the occasional scream of a weak hollow as it hunted for lost souls or was killed by Daisuke when it came too close to the park. Before she went off to soul society, the little girl only had one request: she wanted to finish the sandcastle before leaving.
Daiske felt pity for the girl. She told him how every day she came here she would try to build a sandcastle, but somehow or another she would never get it done in time. Sometimes it would get destroyed by annoying little boys or sometimes her parents would come early. Sometimes she didn't get it started early enough. Sometimes she would get distracted by her friends. But she still kept trying to build it. It had been her goal to finish it sometime before she died, but now it was just her goal to finish it. So, Daisuke waited.
The castle looked nearly complete. She finally took notice of the Shinigami that had been watching over her and waved to him just after the lights in the park came on. With the sun nearly set, it was getting darker every second. Daisuke waved back. He had no particular mission today except to do patrols, and there were hardly any hollows in the area to worry about. He was patient. For most of the time, Dai had just read from one of his favorite books of poetry. The soul burial could wait.
As Daisuke leaned up against a tree, he finished the last poem in the collection and closed the small book with a small contemplative sigh. he looked out at the sunset and watched as the last remnants of light dipped behind a hill.
Suddenly, Daisuke felt a surge of reiatsu. Whatever it was, it was stronger than a normal spirit and heading straight for the park. Daisuke slipped his book into his pouch and rested his hand near the hilt of his zanpakuto, scanning the area for whatever was causing the disturbance.
