• A grave stood lonely in the middle if a courtyard. The courtyard was well tended, as the grass was fresh and green and flowers bloomed beautifully and for the fact that it rested in the 5th division courtyard. However, nothing grew near the grave. Perhaps it was because some of the once enormous spiritual pressure and power lingered, or because the shinigami of the division decided to leave it empty ad untouched besides the occasional cleaning and tending of the courtyard.
    However, every morning, a new flower is placed in front of the grave as a show of respect and as a tribute, but the flower soon withers away as midday approaches. Usually it's the same person that delivers the flower, but today, it is different. The shinigami placed the flower there and said softly, "You told us once that day so long ago that you liked morning glories. Gomen, today they are both busy with their work. Yes, I suppose I should do my share of the paperwork too but..." he sighed. He took out a crimson red sheath and a broken zanpakutou with a golden guard and dark red wrapping and put it besides the morning glory. "I found your zanpakuto. It's been so long and it took forever to find it, but I'm sure you missed him. Sayonara." he bowed, and walked away. This place was hardly disturbed and it was beautiful.
    As he left, he was felt someone smiling at him and laughing. He knew that nobody was there but someone was watching him. Thank you, that someone said and disappeared into the wind as a soft breeze ticked the back of his neck. He smiled and thought, That's just like you...