Temple of Melodies /open

Now here was a change in routine. Beneath his dark shaded hat Kosuke could feel the air of monotony begin to ease when an unfamiliar voice graced his ears. His ears were the first to pickup her barely audible steps from afar - a visitor at a time when another guard had just taken his post. The irregularity in the timing of the visitor perked Kosuke up a bit, his steel stone eyes staring the open spaces between the crimson bars.

Light filtering through windows Kosuke couldn't see began to dance on the shadows of the quiet area just behind the bars. Slight curiosity churned to mild interest when the Ryuugamine traitor took full hold of the woman's body that came to stand before him. With dark hair and legs beneath a skirted uniform that could kill, she was an unknown anomaly to the Gobantai's Fukutaicho.

Traitor! Rat bastard! Demon! Images of the past few days slid past Kosuke's eyes when the mysterious woman's words filed in his ears. None had asked him that question since he'd been confined; she was definitely special.

"Everything's looking fine from here, but you should come find out for yourself sempai" his last word falling from his tongue with just a tinge of malice at the soldier beyond the cell.

As a prisoner pretty much everyone that held shape in front of the bars held higher rank than Kosuke. Dogs, dirt, bugs, the former soldier had been reduced to a lowly inmate. A scowl spread across the worn Shinigami's visage, his pale skin looking near deathly in the dead of the dark cell.

It was said at the execution of Sojiro that Kosuke would undergo some manner of interrogation, so naturally his thoughts flashed to torture at the guard's words. Was this cute little speck of a Shinigami the one to administer his punishments? Kosuke's dark expression faded in light of a short grin at the thought.

It'd been days since the execution yet this was the very first time anyone graced the prisoner for interrogation. "That's an interesting thought" he began, tipping his hat to the ceiling as he rose from the floor. "Thing is I don't mind being in here...keeps me out of harms way." From the past few days of confinement it was apparent that there wasn't a single Soul Reaper who wouldn't point their sword at the traitor if given the chance.

Sojiro had allowed the Fukutaicho the oppurtunity to attain great power - power that could place him on a level equal to many of the Captains, but even with that newly polished power Kosuke still held a trace of fear of having the entirety of the Seireitei turn on him. He sluggishly crossed the length of the cell until he stood just a foot from his side of the bars, staring solemnly into the eyes of his new guard. "I'll get out of here without clawing, but in the meantime what is your name?"