[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!*
*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.