[O] YAGYŌ DAMA,

The night was quiet, serene in it's calm nature. It doesn't take much experience in the shrill clashes of battle to make one admire and appreciate some formative calm and peace every now and again. The Seireitei had been nearly obliterated, countless deaths, many of his friends struck down, many more crippled or badly wounded. In two centuries he'd never seen such raw carnage as the battle that had taken place in that which was held most sacred. No, no to even call it a battle would be disgraceful to the fallen. It was a slaughter, pure, unbridled slaughter.

It was lonely out here, solemn, was a nice change to the chaos and madness that pervaded the world at the moment. Why he was walking, he couldn't say. Boredom? Restlessness? Anger?

Fear?

Maybe that was it, maybe deep down inside, there was a fear welling up in the pit of his stomach. And the night sky, the same no matter where you were, in the world of the living or the land of the dead, was the lone constant. A calming balm on the horrors of war. His captain maimed, squad missing a Fukutaicho, most, if not all of his friends butchered like nothing. He needed this, needed to get away and just be at one with the environment for a bit. The meadows looked beautiful, completely untouched, completely unaware. There was some poetic meaning in that but damned if he could find it. Right now Hiroki just wanted to lie down on the cool grass and let the world flow by.

Oddly enough, there was someone else who must have had a similar simple goal, as a lone, ashen haired Shinigami sat in the meadows, staring at the grand, color filled sky.

"Evening." Hiroki smiled warmly as he made his way next to his compatriot. Sitting down a few feet away and sighing softly.

Below the starry sky I sat, and it wasn’t long that before two other individuals would enter close proximity of me; one sitting upon the grass not too far from me, and the other had been some ways ahead of me, though within a distance I could see clearly. The one who had been closer to was a male, a blue haired one at that, casually and politely greeting me. I nodded in response to the greeting before trying to make small conversation, “what do you think went wrong in her head?” I said as I pointed my right index finger over toward the other, who was a white haired female, though her hair wasn’t as white as my own.

From the distance, it seemed as if she had been torturing a cat— I had known that everyone had their own quirks, but hers was probably the weirdest I have seen since I joined the Goteijūsantai. The Zanpakutō she wielded had illuminated a brilliant light from itself, white in color, though despite my advanced perception skills, I was oblivious to what her Zanpakutō’s ability might be— and I would be until it was explained to me, I was that type of person. I squinted my eyes to focus in on what she had been doing exactly, but all it looked like she was doing was burning a cat. Perhaps starry nights like this made her hunger for cat-meat.

He had to stifle a rather loud laugh as the woman continued to walk towards them. The younger Shinigami apparently not without some sense of levity. Something Hiro found pleasantly refreshing considering the glut of completely dour people that seemed to infest the Soul Society. Quietly muttering under his breath, so only the shinigami next to him could hear. "Brings a whole new meaning to 'prowling for pussy'." Hiro couldn't help but chuckle at his own horrible sex joke. Pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose and flashing a playful smirk of his own. 

Not wanting to get too close to the rather strange woman, he decided to join his chromatically challenged haired companion in greeting her from afar. "Ooooooyo!" He shouted loudly and waved to her as they stopped dead in their tracks to more closely examine the white haired oddity before them.