Post by emily on Oct 11, 2012 22:05:51 GMT -6
Stretching on endlessly, specks of glitter spilled on the dark canvas, illuminating the night. The moon hung overhead, casting a faint silvery light onto the roofs and desolate streets of the Seireitei. Darkness lurked under every shield, shadows around every corner, the ideal cover for an assassin. Sakura liked the cool nights of the Seireitei. The icy air didn't bother her, quite the opposite; she enjoyed the sharp, stinging feeling of cold clarity, keeping her mind alert and unmuddled, even though the bitter breeze nipped at the bare skin of her legs and arms. Similar to Captain Soifon's, her shoes tapped inaudibly on the streets as she walked. She glanced around every few seconds, a compulsive urge itching until she did so, used to superfluous caution. No matter the conditions, Sakura always feels as if another being insidiously watched her from a latent place, planning the next move... The atmosphere seemed too thick, an unspoken tension lounging in the air.
The young lieutenant loved taking walks around the Seireitei at night. It comforted her when checking to confirm that nothing was out of its usual position. Also, her reticent self savored the quiet, much more preferable than the loud, bu
sy streets in the day, filled with patrols or just shinigami fooling around, which was absolutely prohibited!
After arriving at a dead end (even she could fall victim of the twisted corridors), Sakura leaped onto a roof, balancing on a precarious railing with effortless gracefulness she'd so carefully trained towards over the span of her years. An ability she'd worked up even longer than agility is her speed and flash-steps. Taking a step forward, her image flickered for a second, before she appeared some distance away, landing softly on another roof, careful not to wake any sleeping shinigami. Sakura felt the best at night, filled with renewed energy. She'd been waking up at midnight and going to train for many decades, and had grown accustomed to the nocturnal schedule, still following the hours after her appointment as a high-ranking officer.
As she caught glimpses of barracks in the brief pauses during flash-step, she mentally made notes to herself: Squad 6 barracks... I wonder if Captain Kuchiki is sleeping? Squad 9 barracks... are those lights? Focused mainly on the buildings around her, circling around the Seireitei following a nonexistent route, Sakura didn't notice her footing, and her shoe slipped on the edge of the roof, sending her tumbling towards the street. She landed in a roll, absorbing most of the impact of hitting the ground, coming up on her feet, though she stumbled forward, carried by momentum, and fell against the wall of a barrack. Her ignominious landing must have awakened someone, she thought gloomily. Way to avoid capturing attention. What squad was she even in?
word count; 474, bleh
outfit; her gorgeous uniform, xD
muse; none = sucky post
tagged; open
notes; my first sakura post. ugh, lacking the muse.