A Crystal Timepiece

Zafaron nonchalantly tapped the table he was sitting at as he drank a glass of water. A few of his old squad members from the 11th division had invited him to some drinks to celebrate one of his few days off. They had chatted for awhile about the changes in being a vice-captain and various missions they had been on. However, the conversation started getting a tad more heated as the number of refills of his friends' sake cups started to increase. While Zafaron had learned early the importance of moderation in drinking, it appeared that his friends hadn't.

Completely drunk the three 11th division members got into an argument on who would have the best chance of defeating Zafaron's zanpakuto, Havon. Finally, as it usually did with the 11th division, it devolved into a brawl between the three while Zafaron calmly watched. It had actually been a decent fight only ending when the owner of the restaurant smacked them over the head with a giant wok.

Waving goodbye as the manager of the restaraunt threw the three bruised shinigami outside Zaf looked back down at the rest of his food finishing it and the leftovers his comrades had left over. Paying for the meal and having the bills for the other three be sent to the 11th division, Zafaron walked out into the street stretching slightly. As he made his way down the street he raised his eyebrow at one of the people he saw. Compared to all of the shinigami dressed in their regular uniform, a woman wearing purple robes and some type of beads around her neck was a tad out of place.

Wonder if she is from a different race or something? Or perhaps she just has a real lenient squad leader or something. Considering the spiritual pressure she seemed to have, he guessed the former. As he was debating this though, he seemed to catch her attention.

"Are you sure, sir? I do believe this was mine to begin with..." The robed figure said, lifting up a particularly shiny set of beads around her neck. "Why would I steal a necklace from your stand when I already have so many?" She asked the vendor. "I don't know, all I know is that one of them is missing!" The man shouted, pointing to a set of bright gold beads dangling from the roof of his stall.

"Why would I steal such an item from you? I know that you rely on sales to get by, so why would I intentionally harm you? I'm not a harlot, I assure you. My name is not Thief Rose, it's Madame Rose." The elderly woman explained, looking around for someone to help her get out of this situation.

It was then that she spied a strange man, one who seemed to be staring back at her. "Young man, young man!" She cried out, waving her left arm at him, trying to beckon him over. "I have a proposition for you. You help me out of this situation, I'll help you get stronger."