A/N – A little 100 word drabble.

Disclaimer – I don't own Bleach, any of the canon characters, settings or situations.


Scars


The sun has long since set, but still it is unbearably hot. The vice-captains gather in their favourite watering hole in Rukongai, sprawled at ease on the old, worn tatami, already well on their way to drunkenness.

Renji slips out of the top half of his uniform, baring his jagged black tattoos and the numerous faded scars criss-crossing his torso. The tell-tale marks of Senbonzakura's displeasure are clear for all to see, and Renji wears them with perverse pride –

Once he was a fierce gutter brat from the worst slums of Rukongai. Sometimes, he needs to remind himself of it.