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5. Seeking Solace

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The rain thundered over head, like a barrage of gunfire beating down on the roof above. A single drop fell, joining the countless others that were collected on the window. It slid down the pane, dragged down by it's own weight as it collected dust, debris and dirt, before reaching the end of the glass and dripping to the floor, loosing it's form completely. It was less than a smudge, being battered underfoot as Shinigami bustled and jostled past each other, desperately trying their best to get indoors and out of the forthcoming thunder-storm.

If, as a raindrop smeared on the window, you happened to look into the room on the other side, you would not have seen much. A few spare sets of the Shinigami work uniform rested on a bed, folded neatly on the pillow. Nothing else in the room held the honour of being so neat and tidy. Work papers, application forms, calender notes and an astounding collection of pens and pencils were scattered around randomly, even the folders that were full to the brim contained paperwork and overdue reports that had little to do with each other.

Dark shadows accented every single object, looking almost as if each one was trying to overshadow the last. The darkest shadows, however, remained under the eyes of Yasochika Iemura.

He sat in the center of the room, behind a desk piled high with stacks and stacks of paper. The shadows cast around the surrounding clutter might have matched the derangement he was currently going through, the total lack of organisation he suffered due to his overpowering masses of work.

He sighed, dragging a hand through his greasy blonde hair.

How long had it been since he had taken a break? A holiday? A day off?

Iemura didn't know, and didn't feel like finding out. He knew time off was horribly overdue on his work calendar, and if he didn't take a break soon he would be bordering on illegal. Using up his sick leave was something he just couldn't afford right now. Each and every piece of paper, every document obscuring his view had to be checked through, signed, proof read, checked again, then signed once more. It was his weekly, no, daily routine.

People constantly asked him, did he ever get bored? Did he ever get angry or tired? The answer to all of the above was yes of course. No man or woman could take the amount of work Iemura was taking without being constantly being riddled with random blasts of emotion. Everything he felt had been intensified to the point at which he simply didn't know what to do, whether to scream, or cry, or rip his own hair out. He had no outlets, no relief, and only one friend to rely on. But even she had no time to spare. He knew full well that binge drinking, chain smoking, Shinigami from Squad 11 took up 80% of her free time. She just didn't have the heart to say otherwise. In that respect, she had racked up almost as much overtime as Iemura himself.

His fatigue settling in as he thought of his friend, Iemura's mind wandered back to the night before. Another all nighter. He had no time for a shower, no time to eat... Let alone time to spare talking.

The door to the room opened, just a crack. The clutter on the floor was preventing it from opening any wider. Light flooded in through the minuscule gap, artificial light from the corridor outside. A small face popped through, horrified at the daunting silhouette of the paperwork piled high on the desk. "Iemura-san...? Are you there?" The voice was small and timid, yet full of worry. "You haven't eaten for ages, you need to come out. Surely you can spare 5 minutes, you've been working all day..."

Iemura allowed himself a small smile, dropping his pen to walk over to the door. It was the harsh truth that he couldn't spare 5 minutes, but he was so desperately in need of a taste of fresh air that his will dropped and his feelings took over. Still... He did not want to face her in his vile, filthy state.

"I'll be out in a second."

"Sure, I'll be waiting."

Moving over to the basin, Iemura splashed water up his face, his smile slowly flowering into a blissful expression. Relaxation. He strained against the door, pushing it wide open, not even flinching as the light hit him full in the face. He knew when he returned, the work piled on his desk would seem so much smaller, so much easier. That he would be filled with a new lease of energy and would be able to power through without any further problems.

It did not matter when, where or why he was seeking solace. It just went without saying that he could always find it with her.
19/09/12 EDIT: ... So again, another re-write... This time I'm gonna leave you to make up who the mystery girl is... XD Enjoy~

:I Lazy child doesn't want to think of a 4th Division OC... So you get me instead XDD I really feel for this guy, seriously!! ; w ; Unohana-taichou probably makes him do LOADS of work... So he was the first person to pop into my head when I was browsing the '100 Theme Challenge' list and noticed: 'Seeking Solace' XDD He's actually one of my fave characters in Bleach~ ._.
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