Starting on the wrong foot.

“FIRE!” A general in a dark blue uniform screamed. Triggers were pulled in response, smoke and gunpowder filled the air. Many of the charging enemy fell to the ground, but many more were still closing in. “Ready bayonets.” The order came swift, lines were formed, and blades fixated a final time. Then the enemy crashed into us.

Swords and Bayonets clashed, somewhere more gun shots echoed but I was too focused on fighting the person in front of me. His uniform may once have been red but by now it was covered in dirt and gunpowder.

Our fight wasn’t meant to last as he pulled a gun he had hidden from my sight on me and pulled the trigger.

A fist hit my chest and I woke up. “If you are going to have a nightmare at least be quiet about it.” Soifon said and looked down at me. She sat to my side, chest exposed, legs still under the blanket. Her hair flowing down was slightly dishevel. Now that I think about it this was the first time I saw her without her usual braids.

“I’m sorry.” I said, my voice dry. I must have talked in my sleep or something. Soifon was quick to affirm my suspicion, “So, what was it about? You kept grunting and mumbling about orders.” Looking down I thought about how much I should tell her.

I decided to keep it simple for now. “Occasionally I dream about the moment I died. Didn’t have that nightmare in years though.” In an effort to guide the conversation to less dark topics I lifted my head and added. “How early is it?”

Soifon looked at the clock behind me. “About 4 AM, might as well get up now.” She said and pushed the blanket completely of us. Cautiously I got up. To my surprise my body was completely okay. I had expected at least some fatigue in my legs or more delicate body parts but everything was fine.

“Huh.” I mumbled and stretched. The lady to my side seemed to get what I was thinking about. “Having a strong Shinigami body is pretty convenient at times like these.” Soifon said and walking towards the bathroom signalled for me to follow her.

And as a loyal soldier I naturally followed her order. Just like her room was slightly bigger than mine, her bath was slightly more luxurious. Where I only had a shower she also had a bathtub, her sink was slightly bigger and the walls were decorated with intricate patterns on white tiles.

“So what is it going to be” I asked, “The tub or the shower?”