Post by Tokomaru Shi’Kuyo on Dec 18, 2013 2:04:47 GMT -5
Clang... Clang... Clang... Clang...
A rubber mallet laid into its target, alloy plating pinned in place by way of small rods. Each clang was another placed rod, four clangs was another placed plate. This pet project of his was his escape from his duties. His own little cheat of an activity. He could hideaway here for hours all under the guise of working on a corps. project. Today it was made clear that hiding away here would no longer be an option. Still, for now he stubbornly hid letting the rhythmic Clangs soothe him and take him back to better times. Times far far away from now.
Clang... Clang... Clang... Clang...
His mind slipped between then and now... when he first started building it. Back when it took about twelve Clangs to place a panel. So much had changed since then... too much had changed since then. Now he was the one asking to be left alone to toil on his works. Orders the corps reluctantly followed. He wasn't behaving like his normal self and that was all the more reason for him to isolate himself from the others. He didn't want them to see him like this; sad, angry and at a loss. He didn't want them to see him fester with grief. He didn't want them to see him scowl.
Clang... Clang... Clang... Clang...
Seven days his Commander had been missing, her reiatsu no where in all of Soul Society. Her whereabouts alone weren't enough to assume anything sinister. She oft went missing for days on end. As her second-in-command he got used to it writing it off as likely she had taken to her old ways and was just letting off steam with a male associate. But, no matter how serious things got the corps or how many days she went without coming home, she always made it to her next appointment on time. In over a century of working with her, Minamoto Sakura had never once been late for a meeting, session, or appointment Likely her time-stopping kidō prowess had at times had something to do with that. Her last appointment however, had been forty-eight hours ago.
Clang... Clang... Clang... Clang...
He and Sakura had always kept things professional and distant as if they were too wrapped in their studies to get to know one another despite working together for so long. Though most of that time Shi'Kuyo spent moving up the seats when they became vacant. He had only been Fuku Kidōchō for a couple decades now and any warm and friendly moments he had with his Commander happened before he went missing; Itagaki, their fallen soldier. A heavy sigh escaped him and he continued his work. "...Seishiro... I almost envy you for not having to deal with this."
Clang... Clang... Clang...
He paused at the immediate presence appearing outside the door. They didn't bother knocking, as they most likely knew that he knew they were there. "Tokomaru-Sōsh-" CLANG... The mallet smashed into alloy before coming to rest, pointed at the door as if it were the tip of a tantō. He pointed it at them as if they could actually see it. "DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!" He wasn't interested in whatever they were here to report... whatever they were here to ask him. More than anything else he wasn't interested in being addressed by that title. It wasn't the one he'd wanted from her. His voice exposed his mood once and for all... "LEAVE!" He could still feel their reiatsu on the other side of the door. "NOW!" They scattered.
Clang... Clang... Clang... Clang...
He supposed he should have been out looking, questioning contacts, gathering leads, chasing down the truth. But there was no need for that, apparently he now had people to do that for him. What's more was the only truth worth chasing, had been for over two days now, chasing him. Finally, it seemed to be closing in. He was the now the Commander of the Kidōshū as well as the Soul Society's Grand Kidō Chief
...and Minamoto Sakura was dead.