Shi, Utsukushii

The scene in the squad four infirmary looked like nothing but unorganized chaos to the untrained eye. As some of the rookie intendeds raced from one battered and bruised patient to another. Also to the untrained eye all that could be seen was men and woman laying in their beds. Some only had minor scrapes and sprains from training exercise gone awry, others had extensive damages, from sword play that got out of hand. Those were the ones that looked the worst as blood pulsated out of their wounds with every heart beat, some of the wounds had been a little older as the blood started to dry out, the scab that formed over such wounds as the upper chest had not only dried out but started to crust off. Most of the people in the sanatorium would be out within a couple of hours, but there was those that had either come back from a trip to the material world and got dangled up with a hollow, or just plain fought something bigger than themselves. Those were the people that would have to stay until they got fully healed. Some unlucky soul could be heard moaning in pain as a hollow had decided to try and rip his arm right out of his socket. All the muscle surrounding the joint that connects the humorous to the scapula had been pulled away, as did the ligaments. All that was left was a limp arm that flopped about. Anytime the poor boy moved sheer agonizing pain would course thru his body at a surprising rate that his brain instantly turned that impulse into yet another scream of pain. Then again to a trained eye this was just another day at the office though that simple fact would change soon enough.

Shii had been in the sickbay to get a few bandages for the abrasions that she had received from not another squad eleven member, but her own clumsy self. If Shii wasn’t paying attention to stuff she could trip over perfectly flat ground with no obstacles, really it was a site to see. The hospital had become eerily quiet as somebody with vast amounts of reiastu stepped into the room. He said something that really Shii couldn’t hear. She tried to stand up on her tippy toes to see over the heads of the people that were there for the same reason she was. She could only make out a faint slumped over shape in the man’s arms. Shii cocked her head to the left trying to figure out what or who that was, that the man was caring. The blood that was pooling beneath the man was not a good sign; in fact it was a truly appalling site. The dark red crimson blood seemed to have a richer color against the white enamel floors of the hospital. Finally after a struggle Shii had managed to push her way towards whatever the man had been holding. Something compelled her to go find out what in fact he was holding. She got there too late; all she saw was doors swinging back and forth until they stopped moving all together. Shii leaned up against a wall still trying to figure out who had gone back behind those doors; she knew those doors meant something serious had happen to the person.

Another being had entered the squad four medical center, this Reiastu she knew, than again it seemed incredibly agitated and not one to be messed with. She had started to turn her head to look at the captain of the fourteenth squad, but all she saw was a vase coming at her head. She had ducked down just in time to miss the impact to the face, though the shards of glass that exploded with the impact of the wall shattered all over the back of Shii. She slowly stood up shaking off the glass shards, with her eyes wide in shock at what had just happened. “Shit you have good aim!” She mumbled more to herself than to anyone in particular. Something had been troubling the captain and she defiantly didn’t need to be making an enemy of him, as she was going to be transferring into his division soon enough. She decided to cautiously walk over to the annoyed man. For the first time since she could remember she was afraid to ask a question. At first her voice was a little shaky and unsure of herself. “Who… who went behind…. Those doors?” She asked trying to keep some distance between herself and the commander.


The hustle and bustle from squad four returned to a feverish pitch, as people ran back and forth trying to make others comfortable. It seemed like time accelerated in all but one corner of the infirmary were it was the complete opposite. Time itself seemed to have decided to come to a crawl, making the people waiting to hear about Shenzo wait in agony, wonder if he would pull thru or not. The vice-captain had lost mass amounts of blood, the elixir of life. One of the lower ranking squad four members had come by to mop up the disturbing scene that had been strewn all over the floor. Anybody that had decided to come into this place could see that somebody was extremely close to death’s doors or had just passed over, and the blood trail led behind those double doors. Those doors could put fear into anybody, as they meant if you or a loved one went behind them, than you had a very low rate of making it back out. The whole scene was surreal as four shinigami’s stood there hoping for the best, but secretly knowing it would take a miracle to bring Shenzo back.

Shii noticed as Jenzkei had showed up, but didn’t say anything as well it didn’t seem anybody was in a very talkative mood. “Don’t worry about it, no harm no foul.” She said to the Taicho, who was visibly worried about his third seat. Shii wanted to put a hand on him, comfort him somehow, but since she really knew nothing about him, she decided to just stand there. She never was really good in these situations; mostly because she was a loner that didn’t make friends easily, but wants she had them she would die for them. When the captain said he would hunt down whatever did this appalling deed, and give it no mercy, really she couldn’t blame him. “Well, when you go on that hunting expedition, than I would like to accompany you. If that will be alright with you.” She said in a much meeker tone than she really had meant too, than again this whole situation was tense, and didn’t need to be getting anybody mad.

The captain of squad eleven was standing right next to Seiryu almost as if he was trying to keep him in check. How they interacted anybody could see that they had known each other for quite some time. It was a little awkward for Shii as both of the captains where here, standing next o each other hoping nothing but the best; for the young man that lay broken and bleeding only a couple hundred feet away, behind those doors.