The Rose Garden

There Seraph lay, under the thorns of so many roses. Staring up at the sky he raised his right hand and mimicked a shooting motion at any passing bird. Today Seraph was completely and utterly bored. Nothing interesting had happened since he was appointed an Elite Vaizard spot and to be honest Seraph was truly growing restless. He let out a great big yawn and sat up. Turning his face to the left he saw a dog chasing some other birds, probably the ones he had imaginarily shot down just moments ago.

The soft breeze that was blowing all day suddenly picked up and became stronger. Seraph’s hair was suddenly blown in to his face. He really hated this about his hair and found it annoying to be constantly moving his hair out the way. Seraph sometimes thought about cutting it but knew if he did he would later regret it. Slowly and grumpily he moved his hair out of his eyes and tucked it behind his ears.

Seraph then looked to the right and saw nothing of particular interest; deciding this place no longer held any interest to him he placed his right hand on the ground and lifted himself up to his feet. He suddenly heard steps and felt the rieatsu of someone drawing closer to him. He quickly turned around as his hand quickly reached towards the hilt of his zanpaktou.