thebluegrape

The streets of the sereitei were wide. The people were clean and well-dressed and everyone seemed to have somewhere to go. Hisana was used to seeing people drift through Rukongai or loiter in alleys, but no-one paused here. No-one stared forward with empty eyes. If they hesitated, it was because they were bowing to the man who was walking with one hand resting against the small of her back. "Must you hold my hand that way?" she had asked as they'd stepped out of the gated mansion. "What way?" he'd asked. "Any way." He'd let go of her hand and gently placed his at her back, guiding her through the streets. She felt lost in his world. Havi