All around, Soul Society burned. It burned with a fury unseen in a millennium, with an intensity that must be fueled by hate. The screams of the survivors added a strange note, creating a harmony of despair that rang in every pathway and echoed off every wall. There was fire, there was blood, and above all of it was a cackling laughter. The walls began to crack, to rip and break and bleed. The disembodied voices began to sharpen into familiar tones beset with pain. The world warped, and it was not just the Soul Society that burned; his people burned. His friends and cherished ones strewn about in a field of blood and fire and pain. Their faces becoming clear, their pain beginning to burn into his memory. Then they began to break, to deform, to-
Genpaku Arishima exploded into consciousness, bolting up from his bed in the deep hours of night. For a moment he sat, unsure where dream and the waking world began or ended. About him hung his power, reached for by instinct alone and it began to intensify before he came to his senses. He quashed it before he could bring any harm to those unfortunate enough to be near him as he cleared his head of the terrible images that danced in his mind.
It had been many years since Genpaku had been awoken by terrible dreams, and this was not one he could recall ever having. It was fresh, which made it all the more perplexing in its imagery. He closed his eyes, reigning in his breathing and forcing his thoughts into cohesive order. What little of the nightmare he could actually remember as it slipped into the night like cobwebs made less sense now than it had moments before. However, he supposed it highlighted something important; he was worried.
Then again, when wasn't he anymore?
Even still, the images danced in his head and ripped up his worries from the sleep he'd found for them. He would find no rest anytime soon; at least, not if he remained here in this room. He rose, grabbing clothing and quickly changing. He looked upon his weapons a moment, upon his haori; then he left, bad idea or no. He brought no weapons with him, and he didn't bother to bring his Haori either; little want or need to be so easily identified as a Captain when he was out clearing his head of nightmares.
He stepped out from his room in the Tenth Division grounds and moved, a flash step carrying him away from the central complex before he could gather too much attention. He didn't go far, simply into the maze of passages that honeycombed the Seireitei. Most guards stood within the light of fires, so he could wander without drawing attention if he simply avoided those. And wander he did as he tried to piece his head back together and set his worries to rest once more. A slim piece of the moon hung in the night sky, casting just the smallest glimmer of pale light over the sleeping world. Little did he know that tonight was, apparently, a night for wanderers.
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