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The moonlit sands looked back at Arekussu as he held his damaged body against the railing of the healing quarters. It was a quiet night, the screams of hollows living and dieing in the wastes muffled by the soft hum of the wind blowing through the small tower room where Arekussu stood. The numerous cuts and scars across his skin were on the mend and he knew that soon he would be able to take on the responsibilities of Segunda, the title that Cross had placed on him after he had been rescued from the Soul Society.
That had been an interesting day to be sure. Arekussu wished he could not remember it so clearly in fact. All that wanton destruction, the shinigami he killed… it could have all been avoided had he better control over the Beast. He admitted to himself that he could not have survived the fight without the help of his other persona, however, and at least he could console himself with the fact that it was the shinigami who trapped him there. Not that he had deserved it, but they must have known that he would escape some day.
Arekussu sighed and turned away from the balcony, going to sit on the bed in the center of the round, pure white room. Besides the bed there was a bedside table, a bookshelf filled with numerous novels, and a small communications screen on the wall across from the bed. Right now the screen showed a blank white canvas, but he knew that if he so wished he could use it to see numerous human television shows, or read through the vast archives of Los Noches. Not that he had not read everything there a long time ago.
He lied back on the bed and closed his eyes, a light tune playing from his headphones. He should rest, he was not even close to his full strength and wouldn’t be for at least a couple weeks from now. It was a trial to even get out of the bed some mornings, and he was too tired to do anything other than stare at the roof and listen to music for hours on end. Still, he had contented himself in the small cave for hundreds of years, he could wait a few weeks before going out into the world.
And so Arekussu rested, half asleep on the bed, waiting for something to happen.
That had been an interesting day to be sure. Arekussu wished he could not remember it so clearly in fact. All that wanton destruction, the shinigami he killed… it could have all been avoided had he better control over the Beast. He admitted to himself that he could not have survived the fight without the help of his other persona, however, and at least he could console himself with the fact that it was the shinigami who trapped him there. Not that he had deserved it, but they must have known that he would escape some day.
Arekussu sighed and turned away from the balcony, going to sit on the bed in the center of the round, pure white room. Besides the bed there was a bedside table, a bookshelf filled with numerous novels, and a small communications screen on the wall across from the bed. Right now the screen showed a blank white canvas, but he knew that if he so wished he could use it to see numerous human television shows, or read through the vast archives of Los Noches. Not that he had not read everything there a long time ago.
He lied back on the bed and closed his eyes, a light tune playing from his headphones. He should rest, he was not even close to his full strength and wouldn’t be for at least a couple weeks from now. It was a trial to even get out of the bed some mornings, and he was too tired to do anything other than stare at the roof and listen to music for hours on end. Still, he had contented himself in the small cave for hundreds of years, he could wait a few weeks before going out into the world.
And so Arekussu rested, half asleep on the bed, waiting for something to happen.