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Still Nobody Cares For Miles And Miles of Squares


[setting: Religious District]

*Okay, so we cut to Sazae and Sencha, who last we met were stalking Holy Miyu, and are currently--*

Sencha: FUCK! OUT OF THE WAY, OUT OF THE WAY! *blocks a giant arm*

*--um. Oh, shit, a Hollow attacked while we were busy with other storylines. I hate it when that happens.*

Sazae: *dodging clawed feet like mad and jabbering something about an ambush*

*Scratch that, THREE Hollows attacked while we were busy with other storylines... VS, we nearly missed the motherload here!*

Figure: *cough*

*Oh, and meanwhile, some guy with emo glasses and curly black hair is watching mysteriously from a nearby rooftop. You know the gig. His glasses glint back at the camera with a lens flare, a bracelet with a shining sort of cross thing glints back as well, and... the person behind him gives him a good rousing shake. Which is impressive, considering she's a small high school girl in uniform.*

Girl: Senseeeeeeeei! What're you looking at?

"Sensei": *without missing a beat* The architecture. Aren't the varied styles of this sector lovely?

Girl: Well... yes... but aren't we supposed to be looking at the rooftop sculptures?

"Sensei": I assigned the class to look at them. I've already seen them, so I can direct my attention elsewhere.

Girl: Oh. *pause* But I wanted to ask you, is that one over there supposed to look like a smiley face?

"Sensei": *with a pained look* Possibly. It may be a Postmodern reference.

Girl: *writing this down in a notebook* Uh-huh. A reference to--

Another Girl: Excuse me, Honda-kohai.

Honda: Oh, of course!

"She backs off, and the other girl leans on the railing next to the teacher. Almost immediately, her demeanor turns as dark as that of the man next to her.*

Girl: Frustrating, isn't it, Ishida Fuuta? To be able to see and yet not able to do anything about it?

Fuuta: Behave yourself, Tanruko-chan. We may not be in the studio, but class is in session.

Tanruko: I am no student, and you know it. *smiles* There's a third Shinigami there.

*Fuuta's only reply is to reach out in front of himself, vaguely, and grasp... and as he does, a red ribbon passes by his fingers, once, before disappearing into thin air.*

Tanruko: Ah, so you noticed. So you know that they aren't really outnumbered, and therefore, your help is unnecessary.

Fuuta: *staring down at the street* I wouldn't do it to 'help' them. I would do it because they are unnecessary. This world does not need Shinigami.

Tanruko: You keep telling yourself that. I wonder if any of it has actually sunk in.

*Fuuta's only reply is to lean on the railing, resting his chin on his right hand. The bracelet with the cross on it glints in the light.*





And I'm leaving it there! But damned if I abandon this thread again until after you-know-what has been resolved.
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