Snippet #2131261

Endless night. That was what Hueco Mundo was. A land of endless black above a sea of white. So contradictory, yet, symbiotic at the same time. Night meant peace, night meant serenity, night meant calm. Most importantly, night is a time of reflection and sleep. Jericho was attempting to achieve both of these things while laying in the white sand, though seemed to be gaining neither. The only solace he could find at the moment were the stars. Other Arrancar spoke of endless night as either a sign of fear or boredom. Yet, it seemed none of them ever looked upon the stars. Endless streams of light that will burn on long after everything Jericho is and knows is gone. There is such beauty in this endless wasteland, but it seemed he was the only one to see it. "Stupid Wonderweiss. Stupid Hooleer! Stupid, stupid, STUPID!" a voice screeched rather close by. Jericho simply gave a heavy sigh and closed his eyes for the inevitable meeting. He knew who was coming, she always seemed to have a knack for disrupting his moments of nothing.

He felt a sudden pang against his head, he did not even flinch. She seemed to have just tripped over his head and feel down on the sand. She stood up. "Oi, you stupid crow! Why ya gotta lay right where I'm running, huh?" She then began nudging his head with her boot. Jericho's brow began to furrow but he did not answer her. "Answer me, ya lump." She continued to shove her boot into the side of his head at an annoying pace. "Come on, open those awesome eyes of yours and look at me!" At this, Jericho finally spoke up, eyes still closed. "The little sparrow chirps too much." he said plainly. He left a pause before he spoke again. "If she keeps chirping, the old crow might have to eat her." With that he raised his head and turned to her. He then opened his eyes, revealing the oddly calm eyes of a hollow. After a few moments, a smile spread across his face. Calma was one of the few of his species that liked his eyes, most others saw it as a mark of impurity and defection. Then again, Calma wasn't one to judge like that.

Jericho then slowly moved himself into a sitting position facing his little bird friend. "So, Calma. What brings you out to my sea of black and white that you detest so much?" He said calmly and deliberately. "From what I hear from your screeching, I'm your last hope for entertainment. Maybe you should be a little nicer to me instead of shoving your foot into my face, neh?" He thn heard an odd rattling noise coming off from behind him. It might have been another arrancar or other form of hollow, Jericho didn't much care. He simply lazily flung his head backwards to see what the source of the noise was. The figure wore the shihakusho of the Gotei 13, but it smelled hollow and his eyes picked out the hole immediately. He then flung his head back towards Calma, not caring much if the stranger wanted to do harm or not. Hell, it could even be someone he knew, he couldn't quite tell yet but he would soon enough.