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Drabble Post - Survivor
Finally getting back to writing some things. "Miscommunication" is moving again, and I've been playing with several drabble ideas. One of which I'm ready to post, here at least. It's another entry for my Bleach crossover series, crossing Bleach with a fun series I just recently finished. This one is a bit longer as a kind reviewer pointed out to me how the strict 100-word limit made things rather vague. So, this one isn't a true drabble, but I did restrict it to a set word limit (250 words). Anyways:
Survivor
Hanatarou rarely had the opportunity to perform a soul burial, but like all Shinigami, he knew the procedure. So, when an errand in the mortal world brought him across the soul of a teenage boy hovering dazedly over his body, Hanatarou dutifully moved to help. He considered leaving the job to the resident Shinigami, but the man was nowhere to be found. Besides, the soul looked friendly enough.
His body was a bloody mess though. Idly, Hanatarou wondered what this boy could have done to justify someone gouging out his heart.
He had just opened his mouth to call out a greeting when a flurry of serrated blades suddenly blocked his path. With a shriek of surprise, Hanatarou threw himself backward. He landed heavily on his bottom and looked up with terrified eyes. A girl was glaring down at him.
“Not this one,” she hissed. Her eyes were like fire. Blades hovered around her like snakes waiting to strike.
Pinned beneath her ferocious stare, Hanatarou could only nod.
“Good.” The girl turned away and bent to pick up something from the ground. “He’s not dead yet.” Almost tenderly, she knelt by the boy and pressed whatever item she had retrieved into his chest.
There was a burst of light, and the boy’s soul melted once more into his body. As something like a heartbeat pulsed in the still night air, Hanatarou turned to slip away.
.Next time, he would mind his own business and leave it to the resident Shinigami.
Edit: And, since posting this, I've further lengthened this short and posted it to my official collection on FFN. The longer, 600 word version is here.
Survivor
Hanatarou rarely had the opportunity to perform a soul burial, but like all Shinigami, he knew the procedure. So, when an errand in the mortal world brought him across the soul of a teenage boy hovering dazedly over his body, Hanatarou dutifully moved to help. He considered leaving the job to the resident Shinigami, but the man was nowhere to be found. Besides, the soul looked friendly enough.
His body was a bloody mess though. Idly, Hanatarou wondered what this boy could have done to justify someone gouging out his heart.
He had just opened his mouth to call out a greeting when a flurry of serrated blades suddenly blocked his path. With a shriek of surprise, Hanatarou threw himself backward. He landed heavily on his bottom and looked up with terrified eyes. A girl was glaring down at him.
“Not this one,” she hissed. Her eyes were like fire. Blades hovered around her like snakes waiting to strike.
Pinned beneath her ferocious stare, Hanatarou could only nod.
“Good.” The girl turned away and bent to pick up something from the ground. “He’s not dead yet.” Almost tenderly, she knelt by the boy and pressed whatever item she had retrieved into his chest.
There was a burst of light, and the boy’s soul melted once more into his body. As something like a heartbeat pulsed in the still night air, Hanatarou turned to slip away.
.Next time, he would mind his own business and leave it to the resident Shinigami.
Edit: And, since posting this, I've further lengthened this short and posted it to my official collection on FFN. The longer, 600 word version is here.