sliding into effect

Subject: sliding into effect Sun Mar 21, 2010 5:57 pm

Glossy chimes knocked against the rough, marble pillar. The soft breeze arched in such a way that the little debris that settled itself against the ground soon would find it's new home within the heavens. The soft breeze soon kicked up into a strong, harsh wind that thrashed the paper, and garbage around and then suddenly halted. Flickering and shining ever so brightly, the fire that nestled against the candles tip sparked as if it were about to go out; yet it shined so brightly that it could cause the hero of our tale to wake from a slumber that the kings talked about. Or, so he liked to tell himself when he thought over just how brilliant it all was. His eyes opened, then closed briefly opening again for what seemed to be an eternity. The light was just so bright, he couldn't stand how the sun burned his eyes. As a soft bit of water formed out of his tear ducts, Ken lifted his head, looked around and dropped it back into the pillow. Was it morning already? Where did the time go all of o' sudden. He twisted, turned, folded, and just about did every gymnastic position before he finally sat up in his bed. His white hair looked as if someone had been ruffling it for the past ten minute, and his eyes weren't any better. The soft pink tint to the white made it look like he was high, and his crimson red eyes were nearly covered with the his eye lids for about ten minutes before he let out on last, great big yawn and stood.

It was time to get dressed, but what would Ken do today? There weren't any meddlesome shinigami acting up, and there weren't any rogue shinigami taking refuge in Karakura Town. So, just what could this young looking shinigami do while the time killed itself? Well, why not head into the depths of the seireitei? Bother some of the other lieutenants, or maybe throw a rock at the captains. No, that was behind Ken. He was older now, and wiser. The captain commander was the one to mess with. "Yes, that's what I gotta do. He's sure to have a sense of humor, right?" Fixing his jacket and positioning his katana across his hip, Ken set off on foot toward the center of the seireitei. First thing was first, he needed to eat. Maybe it wouldn't have any noticeable effect on the man, but it was still a force of habit, and everyone still loved to eat. Licking his lips, he could just taste the tender ribs, or the soft pork. The steak, or the plain cup of noodles with some spice added for flavor. It all sounded so good his mouth watered before he flash stepped out of sight. His hands grasped the wall of the restaurant, his heart skipped a beat when he entered. He could smell all of the food and he was famished. He just woke up, and his mind ached for the smell of the fish, the taste of the bread, the sight of the tender beef, the touch of the glass of Saké and the sounds of the food's grease cracking on the stove. Oh it was all to good to past up.

Seating himself at the end of the counter, he left his head hang to not be seen. The people here wouldn't know it was him without seeing his face, and surely no other shinigami were here. Only they could feel his reietsu, and only they would be able find his location. He hoped that no other would find him, he was really looking forward to a day without work related to it.