Nap Time

“zzzzzzzzz”

A soft noise escaped from pursed lips of a pale white man, his body slumped in a corner, hair frazzled from his tossing and turning. He was sleeping peacefully seeing as his body yearned for the needed rest. He was fatigued from the previous night’s battle with a powerful enemy and his entire body was still sore from the damage he took. However, as pedestrians walked by no one seemed to notice him, or even care that he was napping in a small alleyway. In fact, no one could see him because of the fact he was a dead man, his soul no longer belonged to this plane of existence like them, instead he was a Shinigami.

His eyes twitched as light was starting to shine brighter into the alley. His entire body started to glow with the sunshine as it was just now hitting the midafternoon. A light breeze passed through the streets causing his hair to brush up and a strong aroma of dead fish to fill his nasal passages. “ugh…” A groan escaped as he started to stir. That aroma actually seeped into his subconscious and woke him up; it was the aroma of the hollow he had fought with last night. It seemed that he had not done a good enough job with handling the creature and was tracked down.

As he slowly opened up his right eye he saw now standing before him was the hollow. It was at the entrance of the alleyway, fish guts excreted from the upper back of the hollow. A putrid smell wafted closer to the man who didn’t bother to move. It was now a mixture of rotten fish and dead flesh, which was most likely another victim of the hollow. It started to move forward to the sitting man, it was intent on finishing their battle from last night, but the man wasn’t really wanting to deal with it right now.

Arashi placed his right hand on the cold ground and gently pushed on the ground. His weight shifted as he stood erect not even bothering to look at the creature; which was now about ten feet away. The Shinigami let a small yawn escape as he now focused his attention on the hollow. He discerned noticeable features about the beast. One of those being that it had scales all along it’s upper torso, it had a horrible odor, the bottom half of it’s body seemed to be consisting of fur, and its mask looked like a deformed clown.

It was not quite as strong as he was wanting it to be but none the less it was still a threat, just not a worthy threat. The wind whirled around them as the sheepish Shinigami smiled. In a split second the two beings of the other world vanished and when they reappeared only one was alive. Arashi stood now on top of the building that was immediate to his right, the body of the hollow was laying prone without a head. In his right hand was the head of the hollow which he had violently ripped off the moment they both clashed on top of the building.

Some of the muscles in his arm relaxed as the head dropped from his grasp. He sighed to himself while he popped the knuckles in his hand. It was a shame, not only was the hollow not that strong it was also impolite. He looked over the town of Karakura before letting out another yawn.