A meeting of Fates. (Tatsu + Marl)

Rain was falling from the sky, clouds masking the blue sky Tatsu enjoyed so much, his reiatsu wavering as if it was reacting to the suckass temperature. He really thought the assignment he was given wasn't worth it, who in the world would attack england and why would he have to be the shinigami in charge of such a city. The samurai glanced around standing on a rooftop waiting for his senses to come to him, wondering if any hollow would show up that day. He guessed not and having no Gigai he was stuck to his loneliness for quite a while, a week to be sure, the previous shinigami had been injured in a fight with a casual hollow.

The shinigami glanced at the zanpakuto at his hilt hoping he could do something else than look at it, bored to the point of sitting down. A sigh escaped his mouth as the wind kicked up. Hair's of that length were heavy when all wet but his face was neutral, as if he didn't care but honestly, rage was crawling up his heart, he was already pissed off for some reason this wasn't his day, he felt like talking to someone.

With some grim thoughts in mind he kept waiting as patient as ever for something happen. Maybe fate would ring and something awesome would happen.