JULY 9, 2014.
Post by ASHTON ARTERIUS on Dec 23, 2013 12:40:12 GMT -5
Eleven years ago…
The newly appointed Lieutenant’s young, softly calloused hands outstretched and spread open the shoji preventing his amber eyes from absorbing the elegance and beauty that noble landscapes possessed. However there was something distinctive about the Seiryū estates. To say they were elaborate would be a massive understatement. At a graceful speed, Ashton’s face turned to every direction available: spring lovingly embraced the terrain; full-grown banzai trees blessed the soil of the sophisticated gardens, and there was even a lake so clean that one would think to rise fully purified from the water. Fortunately, Ashton wasn’t close to being the only one to bask in the greatness that wealth had to offer. Around the ridiculous square feet that the property covered, dozens of souls bearing the corresponding bloodline went about their day with smiles, smirks, and grins plastered upon their lips. Women, children, and men alike shared this blissful structure. And ironically of all, the arrogant curling of the Seiryū lips paled in comparison to the only non-noble on site.
As the wind swirled through the atmosphere and danced with the strands of the vice-captain’s red hair, his progression dawned upon him. An undeniable pride riled in his stomach when his past came to the forefront of his mind. He originated from the 79th Rukongai District and ran with gangs for a memorable amount of years prior to entering the Shino Academy. And now, he was nearing the pinnacle of aristocracy, creeping closer and closer to his true goal. While it was an inspiring thought, it also resonated with alienation. He could play the part, he could fit his piece into the puzzle, but he was misplaced. His apparel and overall appearance had even resembled this inner feeling. Despite how pretty his hair was styled, it was still rebellious; the medical head wrappings upon his forehead only accentuated that. No matter how luxurious the fur amongst the collar of his issued garbing was, his chest lay half-bare and displayed toughness, sex appeal. No matter how fashionable the black mesh sleeves covering his arms were, he wasn’t nobility, no matter how far his diplomacy and strength surpassed the former Seiryū and Hinaai candidates, he lacked the blood.
Judging by the mindset of the Seiryū, and more prominently, the intelligence he had on Itada, this promotion was going to equal to nothing less than an interesting development—one he wanted to delve into by inviting the World Eater himself to an informal acclimation. It was only appropriate seeing as how he was a nearly complete enigma, aside from the good favor he gained with the majority of Nanabantai and the nobility of Sereitei. Organizing the special occasion within the chashitsu; the tea room he placed himself in. Behind the non-noble was another door that would allow entry to the room, where a ground-seated tea and sake table would await occupants.
And finally, the guest’s eyes would peer away from the beautiful sunlight and nobility, and would engage the peripherals of his vision and ears, which picked up on footsteps. Without attempting to sense the strength of the approaching spiritual presence, he would have no idea whether or not it was a server with a plate of beverages ready to clench his thirst, or a captain ready to clench his curiosity.
“Taichō.”
The newly appointed Lieutenant’s young, softly calloused hands outstretched and spread open the shoji preventing his amber eyes from absorbing the elegance and beauty that noble landscapes possessed. However there was something distinctive about the Seiryū estates. To say they were elaborate would be a massive understatement. At a graceful speed, Ashton’s face turned to every direction available: spring lovingly embraced the terrain; full-grown banzai trees blessed the soil of the sophisticated gardens, and there was even a lake so clean that one would think to rise fully purified from the water. Fortunately, Ashton wasn’t close to being the only one to bask in the greatness that wealth had to offer. Around the ridiculous square feet that the property covered, dozens of souls bearing the corresponding bloodline went about their day with smiles, smirks, and grins plastered upon their lips. Women, children, and men alike shared this blissful structure. And ironically of all, the arrogant curling of the Seiryū lips paled in comparison to the only non-noble on site.
As the wind swirled through the atmosphere and danced with the strands of the vice-captain’s red hair, his progression dawned upon him. An undeniable pride riled in his stomach when his past came to the forefront of his mind. He originated from the 79th Rukongai District and ran with gangs for a memorable amount of years prior to entering the Shino Academy. And now, he was nearing the pinnacle of aristocracy, creeping closer and closer to his true goal. While it was an inspiring thought, it also resonated with alienation. He could play the part, he could fit his piece into the puzzle, but he was misplaced. His apparel and overall appearance had even resembled this inner feeling. Despite how pretty his hair was styled, it was still rebellious; the medical head wrappings upon his forehead only accentuated that. No matter how luxurious the fur amongst the collar of his issued garbing was, his chest lay half-bare and displayed toughness, sex appeal. No matter how fashionable the black mesh sleeves covering his arms were, he wasn’t nobility, no matter how far his diplomacy and strength surpassed the former Seiryū and Hinaai candidates, he lacked the blood.
Judging by the mindset of the Seiryū, and more prominently, the intelligence he had on Itada, this promotion was going to equal to nothing less than an interesting development—one he wanted to delve into by inviting the World Eater himself to an informal acclimation. It was only appropriate seeing as how he was a nearly complete enigma, aside from the good favor he gained with the majority of Nanabantai and the nobility of Sereitei. Organizing the special occasion within the chashitsu; the tea room he placed himself in. Behind the non-noble was another door that would allow entry to the room, where a ground-seated tea and sake table would await occupants.
And finally, the guest’s eyes would peer away from the beautiful sunlight and nobility, and would engage the peripherals of his vision and ears, which picked up on footsteps. Without attempting to sense the strength of the approaching spiritual presence, he would have no idea whether or not it was a server with a plate of beverages ready to clench his thirst, or a captain ready to clench his curiosity.
“Taichō.”
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