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The halls of Las Noches were never very well-lit. In fact, the place probably would’ve been rather dank and dark if not for the many large windows scattered throughout. Each was tall and wide enough to let in a satisfactory blade of silvery moonlight enter the outer passages of the massive fortress. A Beautiful setting for the artistic types and for those who could ignore the nightmarish creatures the wandered the desert expanse beyond the walls.
It was in a deserted corridor of Las Noches’ main wing that Gin Ichimaru had decided to settle for the evening. he`d practically sprawled himself out along the length of a lounge chair, his long legs crossed and resting casually over one curved arm of the seat, his upper back propped up against the other arm of the chair and supported by a pair of onyx pillows.
He’d drawn his Zanpakuto, the entire metallic length of it, and now with the hilt in one hand and a soft square of cloth in the other he was polishing it. As every other Shinigami,Vizard,arrancar... whom actually cared for their Zanpakuto more than their own life's, his Zanpakutou was actually alot important to him, it represents his streth and flexibility in a good fight. Gin Ichimaru cared for it nonetheless however right now he took better care of it than he had ever bothered to was he bored or just going insane? Normally he’d have done such a task in his own quarters, within his territory, but it was bright there, what with the artificial sun hanging high above for his so-called 'master' to see all within his domain, and frankly he preferred the way the blade of his Zanpakuto glinted under the light of the Hueco Mundo moon.
One could wonder however, how in the world did Gin Ichimaru even bother, it was a pain he agreed but it must be done, sooner or later, and he chose the first, away from his other Shinigami's, that Gin Ichimaru And Aizen Sosuke had abandoned, in the calmness before the storm, Gin Ichimaru just had this feeling as if something bad was going to happen soon enough, and it bothered him, so much he could not sleep. It was odd to say at the very least Aizen Sosuke thought he was sick or something along those lines, and yet here he was polishing his Zanpakuto like he had never polished it before, Gin started to doubt his own sanity now, he though that all the years within these walls must have finally caught up with him...
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It was in a deserted corridor of Las Noches’ main wing that Gin Ichimaru had decided to settle for the evening. he`d practically sprawled himself out along the length of a lounge chair, his long legs crossed and resting casually over one curved arm of the seat, his upper back propped up against the other arm of the chair and supported by a pair of onyx pillows.
He’d drawn his Zanpakuto, the entire metallic length of it, and now with the hilt in one hand and a soft square of cloth in the other he was polishing it. As every other Shinigami,Vizard,arrancar... whom actually cared for their Zanpakuto more than their own life's, his Zanpakutou was actually alot important to him, it represents his streth and flexibility in a good fight. Gin Ichimaru cared for it nonetheless however right now he took better care of it than he had ever bothered to was he bored or just going insane? Normally he’d have done such a task in his own quarters, within his territory, but it was bright there, what with the artificial sun hanging high above for his so-called 'master' to see all within his domain, and frankly he preferred the way the blade of his Zanpakuto glinted under the light of the Hueco Mundo moon.
One could wonder however, how in the world did Gin Ichimaru even bother, it was a pain he agreed but it must be done, sooner or later, and he chose the first, away from his other Shinigami's, that Gin Ichimaru And Aizen Sosuke had abandoned, in the calmness before the storm, Gin Ichimaru just had this feeling as if something bad was going to happen soon enough, and it bothered him, so much he could not sleep. It was odd to say at the very least Aizen Sosuke thought he was sick or something along those lines, and yet here he was polishing his Zanpakuto like he had never polished it before, Gin started to doubt his own sanity now, he though that all the years within these walls must have finally caught up with him...
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WORDS : 500