"HN!" said Lisa, shoving the shinigami further into the wall. She pulled her sword free and to the side--Rangiku parried with a desperate wrench, catching the blades crossed again. Parrying it so that tip jabbed the stone, and withdrew.
"S'wrong, yanno," sniffed the Visored, leaning between her splayed legs. She smoothed the cloth at Rangiku's thigh, critically.
"What?" blinked Rangiku.
"Said s'wrong," repeated Lisa. A few strands of hair were coming free around her face but her expression did not change. "Even when you make the face. You're not really made for it, shinigami. Not a lick. S'too..."
She punched her. Rangiku gagged at the sudden lack of breathe. Sudden influx of bile in her mouth. The Visored's hand was a warm thing, spread under her collarbone. "Weathered.," hissed the half hollow, and, to prove the point, began to let it wander...
And later, back at the warehouse:
"...so, Lisa, how'dya end up in the tree 'cross the schoolyard 'gain?"
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LIKE THE WIND YOU ARE
Date: 2006-03-09 06:56 pm (UTC)"S'wrong, yanno," sniffed the Visored, leaning between her splayed legs. She smoothed the cloth at Rangiku's thigh, critically.
"What?" blinked Rangiku.
"Said s'wrong," repeated Lisa. A few strands of hair were coming free around her face but her expression did not change. "Even when you make the face. You're not really made for it, shinigami. Not a lick. S'too..."
She punched her. Rangiku gagged at the sudden lack of breathe. Sudden influx of bile in her mouth. The Visored's hand was a warm thing, spread under her collarbone. "Weathered.," hissed the half hollow, and, to prove the point, began to let it wander...
And later, back at the warehouse:
"...so, Lisa, how'dya end up in the tree 'cross the schoolyard 'gain?"
"Shaddup."
(this story has happy end)