He lunged.
“Slower than Byakuya’s ego,” she murmured. yoruichi by theobrobine
He swung an elbow—nothing. She flowed under his arm, and for a dizzying second, his face was level with the curve of her waist, the smooth plane of her stomach. He caught a scent: jasmine, lightning, and old temples. He lunged
The moonlight over the Seireitei was a pale, watery thing, but in the human world, in the shadows of Karakura Town’s abandoned warehouse district, the darkness was deep and warm. It was a darkness that seemed to breathe, to purr . She flowed under his arm, and for a
“You let that Hollow get away,” she said, not a criticism, but a tease. She tilted her head, and the long fall of her hair shifted, revealing the sculpted muscle of her back. “Distracted?”
A whisper of movement. Not wind. Not sound. Intent.