Snippet #1004711

Karakura Town - 9:45 A.M.



A lone on looker stood atop a single skyscraper, intently he watched as the commotion occurred below. Never did it cross his mind to step in however, his body and blade were still the entire time. A group of three Shinigami were doing battle with a titanic Hollow called a Menos.

Shinigami and Hollow, they are two forces that, as cliche` as it may sound, are destined to conflict with one another. Just as good is destined to battle evil and the color white is destined to opposite black, Shinigami and Hollow are two sides that he believed would never be able to co-exist.

He sighed deeply as one of the fighters landed a fatal wound on the beast.

"Indeed, Shinigami and Hollows are enemies....but," The dread-locked man brought his hands eye level, staring at them for a moment, contemplating something. "Somehow, there are those who've transcended the battle lines..." His countenance was blank for a long while, but then as if something went of in his mind, he clinched his fists and smirked with a new fire.

However, within the collision of black and white, one cannot deny that there is bound to be hints of gray created. This holds true Shinigami and Hollow as well. Hollow who have ascended to a form similar to Shinigami, and even wield blades reminiscent of the Shinigami Zanpakuto; and Shinigami who by some occurrence don masks nearly identical to the Hollow that they are sword to defeat. Indeed, there are shades of gray in this seemingly eternal war.

With a final decapitating slice to the Menos, the trio annihilated the beast. The brown skinned spectator grinned, satisfied.

"Nice job Katsumi-chan. Well, looks like I wasn't needed after all. Better head back and make sure Kinta didn't burn the agency down."

Demetori Maverikku: one of the very souls who lies within those shades of gray.