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dracoqueen22a/n: So awhile back I was chatting about possible pairings in Bleach and I seem to remember stating a certain fondness for Tatsuki/Soifon, of which I hadn't written or read yet.
Well, this little drabble here from Seireitei Monogatari is what gave birth to my love for the potential in that pairing. Yuri is not something I write much, not for lack of liking, just for lack of experience (and admittedly, lack of request). But now... now I might have to try it a bit more.
Enjoy!
Title: Fight Like a Girl
Characters: Tatsuki, Soifon, hints to Soifon/Yoruichi and Ichigo/Byakuya
Rating: T
Warning: Slight crack, hints to future girl lovin’
Words: 1607
Description: Soifon makes a new friend. The world beware.
--
Tatsuki was just a bit miffed.
Sure Ichigo probably didn’t mean to lose her somewhere in Seireitei, but that wasn’t going to stop Tatsuki from kicking his ass later. If she ever found him for that matter.
What was up with this place anyone? Walls just a bit higher than her head were everywhere. Creating a confusing tangle of paths and roads, some of which led into dead ends. There were the occasional massive pits with no bottom blocking the way. And the entire city seemed to vibrate as though it were some huge beehive.
It rattled her senses.
Che. The least Ichigo could have done was give her a map or something. Not that he had intended for them to be separated by any means. He was just a little too eager to see his boyfriend, and Tatsuki found herself falling low on his priority list. Then again, if she had that hot Kuchiki guy waiting for her, she’d probably hurry, too.
No excuse though. Still gonna kick his ass.
“Who the hell are you, and why are you not in uniform?”
The voice – stern, demanding, and just a tad rude – disturbed Tatsuki from her musings. She blinked, looking in front and behind herself but saw no one. Then, remembering she was in Soul Society, Tatsuki looked up to the rooftop of the nearest building.
A petite woman was standing there. Cute face scrunched up in a hideous scowl as she glared sternly down, hands dangling at her sides. Not in a nonthreatening gesture but one that clearly implied she would kick ass if need be.
Heh. Tatsuki liked her already.
“I’m not a Shinigami, and I was invited,” Tatsuki shot back with equal amounts aggressiveness.
She knew women like this – men like her, too – and politeness often didn’t equate to being let go peacefully. Tatsuki had to show she wasn’t intimidated. Besides, as previously stated, she’d been invited. And therefore, she had every right to wander around this damn place completely lost.
The woman snorted and dropped down from her high position, landing without a sound. She was perhaps an inch or so shy of Tatsuki’s height, though her attitude more than made up for it. And the white haori clearly identified her as a captain. Hmm. Short. Surly. Female. Captain.
“Ah,” Tatsuki said in a moment of recognition. “You must be Soifon-taichou.”
The woman’s eyebrow twitched. “You know my name, but I don’t know who you are,” Soifon retorted shortly in a tone that implied Tatsuki better rectify that mistake and immediately. Otherwise, there would be pain and bleeding and Soifon would enjoy it immensely.
Tatsuki grinned and thrust out a hand. “Arisawa Tatsuki at your service,” she said, wriggling her fingers in order to encourage polite introductions. “A friend of Kurosaki Ichigo’s. I’m sure you know who he is.”
That caused another twitch of finely shaped eyebrows and a slight flush of … anger perhaps? It was rather cute on Soifon, Tatsuki thought. A captain with a glare but still blushing like a schoolgirl.
Grey eyes flicked to Tatsuki’s hand before Soifon offered one in return, clearly a great concession on the captain’s part. The teenager just grinned as they shook, pleased by the firm, almost-testing grip. This woman was no pushover.
“And why is a friend of Kurosaki’s here?” Soifon asked stiffly, as though barely holding back a note of disdain.
Ichigo clearly wasn’t her favorite of people. Honestly, he had that effect on people. Either you loved him or you hated his guts and eventually came around to loving him anyway. It was some kind of scowling, annoying bastard charm or something.
Tatsuki gave a quick squeeze to the hand still in her possession before releasing. “Just visiting. Curious, ya know. Wanted to match some faces to names.”
The glare seemed never far from Soifon’s expression, and it deepened as she looked Tatsuki over once again. As though weighing and measuring the human visitor that dared step foot in Seireitei.
“Shinigami don’t have time to play with tourists,” Soifon all but spat, nose turned towards the air. “You should leave before you get hurt.”
Tatsuki’s grin widened, if that were possible, growing more and more cocky. She suddenly wanted to slap some of that arrogance out of this woman. Just to see if she could. In fact, her fingers were itching a little to do so.
“Hurt? I doubt that.” She rolled her shoulders, cracked her neck, stretched, and flexed muscles as anticipation grew inside of her. “But you know, if you’re that bothered about me being here, you could just point me in Ichigo’s direction, and I’ll be on my way. Honestly, that guy’s a jerk for forgetting I was trying to follow him. But then, my other guide wasn’t much better since she just up and vanished when my back was turned.”
Soifon stilled. “She?” the captain repeated slowly, voice growing cold as though warning Tatsuki she was walking through a minefield.
Shrugging again, Tatsuki tried to recall the cat-lady’s name. But for some reason, it escaped her. Probably because Ichigo had shoved so many names and faces into her head before letting her come with him.
“If you get lost just ask for me,” he’d said. “Or Ukitake-san. Or Kuchiki Byakuya. Or his sister Rukia for that matter. Or that drunk guy… whatever his name is. Someone’ll point you in the right direction.” He’d paused and then reconsidered with a scowl. “On second thought, don’t bother with the drunk guy. He might try to feel you up or something.”
“Yeah, that cat-lady. Damned if I can remember her name,” Tatsuki commented, thumbing her chin as she folded one arm across her chest, balancing her other elbow over it. “The one with gold eyes. You know her?”
Soifon was turning an interesting shade of scarlet at this point. Though Tatsuki would be damned if she understood why. The teenager hadn’t insulted her or anything. Yet.
“How dare you slight Yoruichi-sama?” Soifon all but hissed, body vibrating with rage.
Tatsuki’s eyebrows attempted to crawl into her hairline. Frankly, she couldn’t remember insulting anyone by the name of Yoruichi though that was quite possibly cat-lady’s name. Further, she couldn’t fathom why possibly insulting her would piss Soifon off so greatly.
She opened her mouth to retort, possibly apologize, possibly ask “what the hell?” But apparently her one offhand comment was enough to send Soifon from vaguely annoyed to pissed beyond reason. There was a surge of reaitsu, a flash, and then, Soifon was attacking.
It was easy enough from there for Tatsuki to shift into a defense position. And without really thinking, she blocked the high-handed blow. Soifon hit hard and heavy despite her size. The force of the blow radiated up Tatsuki’s arm, but she held her ground and barely flinched.
Soifon blinked at her in slack-jawed surprise. As though the possibility of a mere human blocking her attack was beyond her comprehension.
“You…”
“Black belt in karate,” Tatsuki explained with a wide grin. “And one of the few people who can kick Ichigo’s ass.”
Soifon looked suitably impressed. Anger had been forgotten in the wake of her surprise.
“You seem skilled,” she conceded as though it had taken great effort on her part. “It would be interesting to test myself against you.”
“You mean a spar?” Tatsuki asked and couldn’t keep the eagerness out of her voice. Soifon, for all her scowling and random sudden bitch fits, seemed like an interesting opponent and person – ahem, Shinigami – to boot.
The captain applied more pressure against Tatsuki’s forearm, to which the teen returned with equal strength as though testing Soifon’s mettle. A grin, partially manic and partially thrilled, curled Soifon’s lips.
“Yes, a spar,” the woman agreed, and her reaitsu rose just a bit, vibrating around her small form. “Unless, of course, a human from the living world doesn’t think herself on par with a captain-class Shinigami.”
Luckily for Soifon, Tatsuki wasn’t easily offended.
She grinned. “Why not?” Tatsuki said with a shrug. “Not like I have anything better to do.”
Since she’d originally been lost, and the whole point of coming to Seireitei was to explore and kill some time during her summer vacation. Besides, she was starting to like this Soifon. Who despite her less than friendly personality was an interesting bag of tricks.
Tatsuki had all kinds of interest in seeing what other expressions she might be able to coax free. More surprise. Determination. Defeat perhaps. And the fact that Soifon was easy on the eyes – and rather built beneath all that fabric Tatsuki could hazard a guess – was definitely a plus.
Soifon’s right eye twitched. And suddenly she was gone, pulling back from her initial attack and putting a more respectful space between them.
“Very well then,” she said with a light staining of red in her cheeks. As if she had been sensing Tatsuki’s very thoughts. “Follow me, human.”
“Oh, you can call me Tatsuki,” the teen replied cheerfully, shoving her hands in her pockets as she moved to follow. They were probably close to the captain’s division after all. “I wouldn’t mind at all.”
Soifon made a noise that could pass for a snort but inclined her head anyway. “If you insist… Tatsuki.”
It clearly took great efforts for her to make that concession, and Tatsuki found herself pleased indeed. This could prove to be quite interesting.
Maybe she wouldn’t kick Ichigo’s ass after all.
* * * * *
a/n: So... anyone on my f-list know of good places to find good/decent/readable/worthwhile Bleach yuri? Just because hey, I like to try new things. *grins*
I hope you guys liked this one. I'll probably write a continuation at some point.
Well, this little drabble here from Seireitei Monogatari is what gave birth to my love for the potential in that pairing. Yuri is not something I write much, not for lack of liking, just for lack of experience (and admittedly, lack of request). But now... now I might have to try it a bit more.
Enjoy!
Title: Fight Like a Girl
Characters: Tatsuki, Soifon, hints to Soifon/Yoruichi and Ichigo/Byakuya
Rating: T
Warning: Slight crack, hints to future girl lovin’
Words: 1607
Description: Soifon makes a new friend. The world beware.
--
Tatsuki was just a bit miffed.
Sure Ichigo probably didn’t mean to lose her somewhere in Seireitei, but that wasn’t going to stop Tatsuki from kicking his ass later. If she ever found him for that matter.
What was up with this place anyone? Walls just a bit higher than her head were everywhere. Creating a confusing tangle of paths and roads, some of which led into dead ends. There were the occasional massive pits with no bottom blocking the way. And the entire city seemed to vibrate as though it were some huge beehive.
It rattled her senses.
Che. The least Ichigo could have done was give her a map or something. Not that he had intended for them to be separated by any means. He was just a little too eager to see his boyfriend, and Tatsuki found herself falling low on his priority list. Then again, if she had that hot Kuchiki guy waiting for her, she’d probably hurry, too.
No excuse though. Still gonna kick his ass.
“Who the hell are you, and why are you not in uniform?”
The voice – stern, demanding, and just a tad rude – disturbed Tatsuki from her musings. She blinked, looking in front and behind herself but saw no one. Then, remembering she was in Soul Society, Tatsuki looked up to the rooftop of the nearest building.
A petite woman was standing there. Cute face scrunched up in a hideous scowl as she glared sternly down, hands dangling at her sides. Not in a nonthreatening gesture but one that clearly implied she would kick ass if need be.
Heh. Tatsuki liked her already.
“I’m not a Shinigami, and I was invited,” Tatsuki shot back with equal amounts aggressiveness.
She knew women like this – men like her, too – and politeness often didn’t equate to being let go peacefully. Tatsuki had to show she wasn’t intimidated. Besides, as previously stated, she’d been invited. And therefore, she had every right to wander around this damn place completely lost.
The woman snorted and dropped down from her high position, landing without a sound. She was perhaps an inch or so shy of Tatsuki’s height, though her attitude more than made up for it. And the white haori clearly identified her as a captain. Hmm. Short. Surly. Female. Captain.
“Ah,” Tatsuki said in a moment of recognition. “You must be Soifon-taichou.”
The woman’s eyebrow twitched. “You know my name, but I don’t know who you are,” Soifon retorted shortly in a tone that implied Tatsuki better rectify that mistake and immediately. Otherwise, there would be pain and bleeding and Soifon would enjoy it immensely.
Tatsuki grinned and thrust out a hand. “Arisawa Tatsuki at your service,” she said, wriggling her fingers in order to encourage polite introductions. “A friend of Kurosaki Ichigo’s. I’m sure you know who he is.”
That caused another twitch of finely shaped eyebrows and a slight flush of … anger perhaps? It was rather cute on Soifon, Tatsuki thought. A captain with a glare but still blushing like a schoolgirl.
Grey eyes flicked to Tatsuki’s hand before Soifon offered one in return, clearly a great concession on the captain’s part. The teenager just grinned as they shook, pleased by the firm, almost-testing grip. This woman was no pushover.
“And why is a friend of Kurosaki’s here?” Soifon asked stiffly, as though barely holding back a note of disdain.
Ichigo clearly wasn’t her favorite of people. Honestly, he had that effect on people. Either you loved him or you hated his guts and eventually came around to loving him anyway. It was some kind of scowling, annoying bastard charm or something.
Tatsuki gave a quick squeeze to the hand still in her possession before releasing. “Just visiting. Curious, ya know. Wanted to match some faces to names.”
The glare seemed never far from Soifon’s expression, and it deepened as she looked Tatsuki over once again. As though weighing and measuring the human visitor that dared step foot in Seireitei.
“Shinigami don’t have time to play with tourists,” Soifon all but spat, nose turned towards the air. “You should leave before you get hurt.”
Tatsuki’s grin widened, if that were possible, growing more and more cocky. She suddenly wanted to slap some of that arrogance out of this woman. Just to see if she could. In fact, her fingers were itching a little to do so.
“Hurt? I doubt that.” She rolled her shoulders, cracked her neck, stretched, and flexed muscles as anticipation grew inside of her. “But you know, if you’re that bothered about me being here, you could just point me in Ichigo’s direction, and I’ll be on my way. Honestly, that guy’s a jerk for forgetting I was trying to follow him. But then, my other guide wasn’t much better since she just up and vanished when my back was turned.”
Soifon stilled. “She?” the captain repeated slowly, voice growing cold as though warning Tatsuki she was walking through a minefield.
Shrugging again, Tatsuki tried to recall the cat-lady’s name. But for some reason, it escaped her. Probably because Ichigo had shoved so many names and faces into her head before letting her come with him.
“If you get lost just ask for me,” he’d said. “Or Ukitake-san. Or Kuchiki Byakuya. Or his sister Rukia for that matter. Or that drunk guy… whatever his name is. Someone’ll point you in the right direction.” He’d paused and then reconsidered with a scowl. “On second thought, don’t bother with the drunk guy. He might try to feel you up or something.”
“Yeah, that cat-lady. Damned if I can remember her name,” Tatsuki commented, thumbing her chin as she folded one arm across her chest, balancing her other elbow over it. “The one with gold eyes. You know her?”
Soifon was turning an interesting shade of scarlet at this point. Though Tatsuki would be damned if she understood why. The teenager hadn’t insulted her or anything. Yet.
“How dare you slight Yoruichi-sama?” Soifon all but hissed, body vibrating with rage.
Tatsuki’s eyebrows attempted to crawl into her hairline. Frankly, she couldn’t remember insulting anyone by the name of Yoruichi though that was quite possibly cat-lady’s name. Further, she couldn’t fathom why possibly insulting her would piss Soifon off so greatly.
She opened her mouth to retort, possibly apologize, possibly ask “what the hell?” But apparently her one offhand comment was enough to send Soifon from vaguely annoyed to pissed beyond reason. There was a surge of reaitsu, a flash, and then, Soifon was attacking.
It was easy enough from there for Tatsuki to shift into a defense position. And without really thinking, she blocked the high-handed blow. Soifon hit hard and heavy despite her size. The force of the blow radiated up Tatsuki’s arm, but she held her ground and barely flinched.
Soifon blinked at her in slack-jawed surprise. As though the possibility of a mere human blocking her attack was beyond her comprehension.
“You…”
“Black belt in karate,” Tatsuki explained with a wide grin. “And one of the few people who can kick Ichigo’s ass.”
Soifon looked suitably impressed. Anger had been forgotten in the wake of her surprise.
“You seem skilled,” she conceded as though it had taken great effort on her part. “It would be interesting to test myself against you.”
“You mean a spar?” Tatsuki asked and couldn’t keep the eagerness out of her voice. Soifon, for all her scowling and random sudden bitch fits, seemed like an interesting opponent and person – ahem, Shinigami – to boot.
The captain applied more pressure against Tatsuki’s forearm, to which the teen returned with equal strength as though testing Soifon’s mettle. A grin, partially manic and partially thrilled, curled Soifon’s lips.
“Yes, a spar,” the woman agreed, and her reaitsu rose just a bit, vibrating around her small form. “Unless, of course, a human from the living world doesn’t think herself on par with a captain-class Shinigami.”
Luckily for Soifon, Tatsuki wasn’t easily offended.
She grinned. “Why not?” Tatsuki said with a shrug. “Not like I have anything better to do.”
Since she’d originally been lost, and the whole point of coming to Seireitei was to explore and kill some time during her summer vacation. Besides, she was starting to like this Soifon. Who despite her less than friendly personality was an interesting bag of tricks.
Tatsuki had all kinds of interest in seeing what other expressions she might be able to coax free. More surprise. Determination. Defeat perhaps. And the fact that Soifon was easy on the eyes – and rather built beneath all that fabric Tatsuki could hazard a guess – was definitely a plus.
Soifon’s right eye twitched. And suddenly she was gone, pulling back from her initial attack and putting a more respectful space between them.
“Very well then,” she said with a light staining of red in her cheeks. As if she had been sensing Tatsuki’s very thoughts. “Follow me, human.”
“Oh, you can call me Tatsuki,” the teen replied cheerfully, shoving her hands in her pockets as she moved to follow. They were probably close to the captain’s division after all. “I wouldn’t mind at all.”
Soifon made a noise that could pass for a snort but inclined her head anyway. “If you insist… Tatsuki.”
It clearly took great efforts for her to make that concession, and Tatsuki found herself pleased indeed. This could prove to be quite interesting.
Maybe she wouldn’t kick Ichigo’s ass after all.
a/n: So... anyone on my f-list know of good places to find good/decent/readable/worthwhile Bleach yuri? Just because hey, I like to try new things. *grins*
I hope you guys liked this one. I'll probably write a continuation at some point.
