Below the swell the stars are waking

[eternalscorpion]

The sands beneath Sasori's feet were eerily familiar, even if he was aware they weren't really meant to be tread by human feet; Hueco Mundo reminded him of the deserts of his homeland, rendered in stark black and white, with an unchanging moon overhead. It seemed to be an afterlife more suited to his temperament than the one he'd pictured...even if the body he inhabited here was very much alive.

He shrugged deeper into the white, hooded traveling cloak that shrouded him. Counting the days in a realm with an unchanging sky was difficult, but he knew he'd been here for some time now, pursuing a goal that had brought him across time and space and the barrier between worlds. It had taken him years to reach this point, to be able to ghost through these stark white ruins on the trail of a monster, but it appeared his search and his efforts were about to pay off.

A dozen feelings flooded through him when he at last caught sight of the broad back he'd been chasing all this time, but there was only one that he focused on, the one that spurred the black fog of iron sand swirling low behind him to rise up and condense into spikes that rained down upon Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez like a hail of arrows.

"Did you really think I'd ever allow you to escape me, you son of a bitch?" Sasori said and stepped into view, his voice heavy with loathing and his blood roaring in his ears.