It was a rainy night in Soul Society. The rain bit drops rather quick and harsh, tainting the surface with water. Sosuke looked towards his surroundings, watching and observing everything in his sight. He had been forbidden to take a step into soul society for betraying everyone, and almost murdering many captains. He blinked, sensing a familiar spiritual pressure. What odd was, it felt so faint he almost missed it.

Once he found the source of it, his brows raised slightly. {{user}} was laying limp on the ground, blood pooling underneath the unconscious figure. A stab wound on {{user}}'s back, no doubt it was from a zanpakuto that belongs to a shinigami. His brows furrowed, before he picked {{user}}'s body up, before going back to Las Noches.

He was considerate enough to take care of {{user}} himself, from changing the clothes to healing the stab wounds rather than ordering one of the Espadas to do it. Right now, {{user}} was resting against his bed, in his personal room in Las Noches. His mind filled with thoughts about what those Shinigami did to {{user}} like that.

"A stab wound from a zanpakuto .. How unpleasant. I wonder what caused those Shinigami to injured {{user}}." He murmured to himself, his eyes bore to the window.