Stuck in a Box for 31 DaysStuck in a Box for 31 Days
Day One: Sealing
Hachigen Ushoda walked slowly toward a small shop in the distance. He squinted at the blurry words on the sign on top of the shop to check that he was in the right area. As he got closer, the bold words became clear: Urahara Shouten, they read. Hachigen smiled slightly. He was indeed in the right place. He started to walk faster at that notion; if he didn't do this now, Soifon-taicho would surely beat him to a pulp.
It was after the Winter War, and he still hadn't granted his promise to Soifon-taicho. "Promise me once more that tomorrow you'll trap Kisuke Urahara in one of your barriers for a month," she had said. It was already two months after the war was over. Everyone needed time to recover from injuries, and it took quite a while before he could get his arm back to normal. He would thank Unohana-taicho later. As of now, Soifon-taicho's expectations were much more important. Frankly, he was rather excited for this moment.
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On the Other EndOn the Other End
I keep glancing toward the black screen of my phone, hoping that it will light up anytime, just as a sign that you are still there and listening. I'm holding my breath, anxiously waiting for that signal.
When it does light upwith the blue box of text and the backgroundI let out that breath. As I type and send my next text, I hold in another breath.
How will you respond? Will you be angry? Sad? Even less, happy?
As long as you respond, I don't care what feelings you have against me.
The only thing that matters is that you're still alive.
Whenever the next text comes and my phone lights up, I keep seeing a grim contrast. A background with a funny picture that's bound to make anyone laugh or smile, positioned right behind a box of morbid words. I sometimes wonder if that's what you're feelingputting all the happiness and the humor behind you, or if it was just shoved behind you by something else.
I'm sorry, my friend, but I will never know wha
The curved, silvery mouth flashed a grin in the moonlight, taking in the cool night air with a flick of its tongue. Saliva dripped down the corners of its mouth, and it took a deep sigh. That was one more feast to enjoy out of countless others. The sensation of the wine against its lips and the meat against its single, long, razor-sharp tooth was stimulating, and it craved every single moment of each feast. Each jolt of pleasure, each cheer it hears when it has its mealall of them were moments to cherish.
There's the occasional mess, of course, but a hand would always come with a clean, white cloth and wipe it till the tooth shone and reflected the twinkling stars in the obsidian sky. Then, the mouth would have to wait another day before it could voraciously eat once more. Oftentimes it got impatient and stole food, but it wasn't like anyone really noticed. Or cared, for that matter.
Today's feast was one of those messy days. It was hungry, yearning for more food to come to