An Interesting Incounter (Sal)

The rain started to fall over the town of Karakura as the dark night swept over the city only to be fought off by the roar of lights from Karakura business district. The town was a hive of lights and noise as the living humans moved from shop to shop going about their lives unaware of the events that decide their every fate.

Ri sat on the roof of the towns bank, his feet dangled over the ledge as he watch the humans. He felt very strange being surrounded with other beings, who could not see or hear him but relied on him to protect them from harm.

Standing Ri could help but wonder how humans lived their lives oblivious to the happening around them it truly baffled him. Leaping Ri moved from rooftop to rooftop waiting for hollows to appear or perhaps something more interesting

If you'd said to Sal Norongachi, perpetual drunk, constant twat and the infinitely bloody, if he saw himself racing across the ocean on a sky floor he'd have probably asked you for some of the drugs you were obviously on. However that had ben the case some six hours ago, straight from grand ol' Britannia to Japan.

Now he was here, Karasomething town, he never could pronounce these Japanese names, but his intell lead him here. This was apparently the place where all the weird stuff happened, all the bloody time. He was torn, for about 0.1 seconds, whether intell gathered under intense pummeling was good and decided that, just to be sure, he'd take the Hybrids right molar. Suffice to say the worm had screamed out that he wasn't lying.
The Glaswegain accepted it as truth and then politely cut off his head, or as politely as one can decapitate someone at any rate.

It wasn't what he expected for hibbiegebbies central. It looked perfectly normal to the casual observer but senses honed in the afterlife told an entirely different and sinister story. This place was seeped in spiritual energy the likes of which he had not felt outside of Seireitei itself. He could accurately sense major Hollow activety all across this little town and here and there the lights of the Shinigami burning like a camp fire in the midst of all this darkness.

He walked through the streets, as unseen as ever by the ignorant populace, wearing a pilfered black trench coat that hid the Zanpakuto strapped to his back and a white long sleeved t-shirt under it with black combat trousers and black boots. It was strange to be amongst so many people after so long skirting in derelict buildings and shady alleyways with societies cast off's, the broken and homeless, those utterly shunned by the world.

He heard a familiar song, one that took him back the years to his time alive, and his feet followed the song until he came to a door. It was a bar and every smiling face, blissfully unaware that they were in a supernatural warzone, disgusted him. What he would give to live again, to be able to go out on a friday night and not worry about some bastarding Hollow or Hybrid trying to rip his gutts out. God, he'd kill, some more, for a Budweiser right now, just to taste that ice cold liquid and be utterly at ease. Heaven, truly that was heaven.

Ri sped through the the town as building passed in quick flashes, Ri could feel a few of his fellow Shinigami fighting hollow however none were of significant power to interest Ri, as far as he knew he was the highest ranking shinigami on patrol.

A new pressure made Ri stopped dead in his tracks, the pressure was of great strength but felt like a Shinigami but none of the higher ranked shinigami were suppose to be in the world of the living as when there were to many powerful shinigami it draws hollows into the town.

Ri flash stepped a few time till he neared the source of pressure, a man stand in the doorway of a bar. The man was near a foot taller then Ri and was off a bigger build then Ri.

"What squad are you from" Ri said speaking in a stiffer tone then he usually spoke in, he hated speaking that way but people didn't follow his orders as well when given in his normal tone.

It killed him to only WATCH these bastards drinking, when he blood couldn't, but that was the life, or death, he had chosen. He was an outcast from it all now, Life, Soul Society. The edge of society was a lonely place but more importantly it was a place lacking an abundance of alcohol.

He made to move away from the bar when he felt a tiny nudge in his gutts, the instinct that he had developed since his death that told him that a threat was coming, someone comparable to himself in strength and power was fast approaching. He had been found and he cursed himself for his carelessness, he had figured that with so many Shinigami on patrol he would go unnoticed, another face in the crowd as it were but some bastard was smarter than the average bear...

He didn't bother running, it seemed stupid to do so, he was unfamiliar with the terrain and any corner could lead to another Shinigami and the last thing he wanted right now was to be out running an army of Soul Reapers.

He turned as the owner of the potent presence arrived, keeping the instinct to reach for his Zanpakuto in check as the man spoke. Sal got nostalgic for a moment, Squad 11...the perfect place for him, the laughs and the friends....yeah the friends....the friends they'd sent blindly to their death.

"No Squad, just visiting." He said, no point in lying.

Ri's eye glanced away from Sal to three human who exit the bar and passed between Ri and Sal unaware of their existence and oblivious to their presence. Ri smirked then returned his gaze to Sal.

"What did you say. Visiting?" Ri said as eye Sal, he was a big man at least compared to bear he was. He stood a good head taller then Ri , with brown eyes and darker brown hair. Ri had to literally look up to talk to him thought that was nothing new to Ri.

"Why don't you head back to the gate before someone who cares find you" Ri said laughing as he smiled at Sal. He heard the smashing of glasses come from the bar and from the window could see a brawl begin. Ri laughed as a man was thrown out the door of the bar into the street and started to vomit on the ground.

Sal's face broke into a grin that held many meanings, it was his swiss army expression, it meant 'Run for you're fucking life!!' or 'That was a good night last night eh? Remember that traffic cone we stuck on that sleeping guys head?' or 'Hehehe...i farted'. Now it was saying 'You really don't know anything do you?'

He watched the bar fight ensue for a few moments, remembering the times he'd been in the thick of the action. How many times he'd woke up in A&E with no clue how the hell he'd got there. The unfortunate drunk crashed through the window beside them, breaking the neon 'budweiser' sign on his travels, and vomited next to Sal's boot. Maybe he didn't miss it THAT much...

"No one will bother looking for me mate, i'd like to keep it that way." He responded.

"Your not a memeber of the thirtheen squads are you?" Ri asked , he'd figured someone with his strenght would be a known member of the squads and his relucantness to return made Ri sure, he was a rogue Shinigami.

"You don't have to worry I don't have orders to kill or capture you , nor do I want to fight , in fact i couldn't really careless" Ri said as he side stepped avoiding a man who near vomited on him. Ri thought of just leaving but the Rogue shinigami had a grasp on Ri's curioisity .

"Observant..." The Glaswegain responded and once again fighting that now inbuilt mechanism that made him respond to even the slightest threat with gratuitous violence he tried to remain calm.

He have a 'heh' as the Shinigami finished what he was saying, evidently Sal Norongachi's infamous reputation in battle had died the day he'd turned his back on Soul Society. "I was never worried.." He added after a few moments silence and then turned away from the now groaning drunk with cold disinterest.

His senses were being assaulted from all sides in this place, it was like someone had shoved a speaker next to his ear and cranked up some heavy metal to MAX volume. He tried to tune it out but only managed to tone down the spiritual noise to a dull roar in the back of his mind.

"Shouldn't you be killing Hollow Soul Reaper..." He asked finally, if for nothing else than to take his mind off the bombardment of disturbances all around him.

"Nothing of interest, none of the hollow nearby are of any interest to me , I'll let the other shinigami take care of them" Ri said with a polite smile ,Ri's hand remained vigilant , ready to draw his Zanpakuto if needs be, just Ri doubted Sal would attack him.

"Never met a rouge before, so what do you do all day, since most of the humans here can hear or see you only thing you have to do is fight hollows but you wouldn't of defected if thats all you wanted." Ri asked out of curiosity , something about Sal made him curious, Ri want to know why someone would defect and leave the soul Society.

"Your a noisey bastard aren't you.." Sal growled but the manner in which he spoke held no malice. The Glaswegian gave a shrug and moved aside as the vomiting drunk stumbled to his feet and set off for where ever it was drunks went to when they had been evicted via a window from a bar.

"I clean up Seireitei's mess, is what I do. There are more than Hollow out there Soul Reaper." He responded.

"Comes with being in the investigation squad, were training to be nosy" Ri said more or less agreeing with Sal's view on Ri, though vulgar it was fairly true but then again Ri should really of reporting in a determining weather or not he should be arresting Sal

"Your right" Ri said turning around for a moment, three more hollow had crossed from their world into the living world and at least one of them was very clearly of meno's level. Ri couldn't ignore this none of the other shinigami could hope to stand and win against a hollow of meno's level.

"Looks like I'm off, have fun doing whatever it is you do" Ri said as he left a slightly sight out then without another word said he shunpo'd out of sight heading straight for the new trio of hollows.

Sal watched him go and then set off in the other direction at a brisk walk. He didn't like this place, it was too close to the front for his liking and one day he'd be the one they came for. It was only a matter of time.

There were things to do back home and he couldn't operate in secrecy with this place swarming with Hollow and Soul Reapers alike. Time to get back to sunny Glasgow, take care of business and find out just what the Twelve were. He was still no closer to an answer.

Norongachi took to the skies, ridding the air and finding his bearings and set off for the long journey to Scotland.