"Akuma no batsu." The woman muttered, perched on a rock. "It's really not that hard of a name to remember."

She sighed, standing and crossing the field she stood in.

"I wish he would keep the place a bit cleaner." She kicked a bloody corpse. "Fucking Taicho."

Her eyes drifted around the lush green field to the forest beyond. The ground of the field was strewn with half rotten and bloody corpses, but the forest was a sanctuary, although it was always raining. The woman moved through the corpses and entered the forest.

She picked up her pace until she was running, and burst from the other side of the forest, drenched to the skin. Her eyes roved the landscape again.

Corpse strewn battlefield and pouring forest to small barracks in a beautiful meadow.

The meadow had blood red flowers however, and piles of bones.

The woman sighed again, moving into the barracks.

The building was empty, and parts of the walls were crumbling. Each room was the same size, but differently decorated.

The third room had dragons painted on the walls, and the fifth room had a large vanity mirror surrounded by combs, brushes and candles, which made it seem like a shrine to whoever's room this was.

The second room was entirely pink and had stashes of candy under the bed.

The last room was her own, sort of.

It was simple; white walls, futon, wardrobe. The woman lowered herself to the futon and shut her eyes.

She didn't sleep however. She just rested.

The ground rumbled and the woman leapt out of the window.

A corpse burst from the ground, and the woman rolled her eyes.

She quickly beat it to a pulp and it turned into another pile of bones.

"Damn Zaraki." She snarled, storming back into her room. "And damn his fucked up inner world."