[July 2] [Bleach] Fighting Spirit

[grassangel]

Title: Fighting Spirit

Day/Theme: July 02, 2007, 'Some girls spit fire'
Series: Bleach
Character/Pairing: Tatsuki
Genre: Speculative
Rating: PG+

Notes: Aside from the crappy writing evident of late night 'I need to get this in before midnight' it should be obivous (or not) that the dragon is Tatsuki's spirit thing.
Reasoning being: If Ichigo has an old man wearing BLACK, why not Tatsuki having a dragon?
Also, never fear the Northern Lights reasoning of daemons. ^__^

 

It wasn't paying attention to her. Not much anyway. More like trying not to observe.

Yeah, that was it.

Tatsuki swept her attention back to what she was doing. Right foot forwards to catch the moustached guy on the chin, left fist hooking up to catch the side of his face. Very little resistance was offered as contact was made and the creep was sent crashing backwards.

'Of course, it's a dream,' she thought as another attacker approached from the left and was dispatched with a flip. 'It'd explain the freaky looking dragon staring at me from the corner, never mind what my punches feels like.'
She risked another peek at the dragon, who was feigning interest by blowing bubbles out of it's nostrils. It flicked its eyes towards her for a second before realising she was watching it and hurriedly focused back onto the bubbles floating towards the ceiling.

That guilty glance spurred her onto clearing out the goons attacking her. She wanted to find out why that darned dragon was keeping an eye on her but pretending not to.
Slamming the bald head of the last of them into the wall, Tatsuki wiped her palms on her practise clothes, 'Why is it always practise clothes?', and stomped towards the dragon.
It had stopped trying to sneak glance at her and was now staring quite squarely at her. The whiskers dropping down from its jaw twitched before it hauled itself up and sauntered the distance between them.

~You won't get your question answered this time little one,~ it replied sibilantly, enunciating the sounds in between, ~Nor the next. Far too early to find out this soon.~
It finished talking, lowering its head back towards the floor and stalking off, the long body swaying from side to side as it walked.

~Far too early for you little one. Far too soon.~

The hissing sound trailed off into the beeping of an alarm, sunshine glaring into her room, as Tatsuki woke.

Comments

[shadowsinfire.livejournal.com]

XDD for randomness. What are the goons, though?

[grass-angel.livejournal.com]

The goons? They're no-one in particular, though I did mentioned a moustached one and a bald one. If you're clever enough you may put together that she's beating up random people from Eleventh.

[shadowsinfire.livejournal.com]

Are you suggesting I'm not clever? *is hurt*

Eleventh is the division of goons, though. Apart from Yumi, Ikkaku, Yachiru and Ken-chan.

[grass-angel.livejournal.com]

Well, you may not think like I do.

And they're all thugs.
Except for Yumi and Yachiru.

[shadowsinfire.livejournal.com]

No-one thinks like you do. GET USED TO IT.

XDD sooo true...

[grass-angel.livejournal.com]

And thus you might not've gotten the implication that the people she was beating up were members of eleventh.

[shadowsinfire.livejournal.com]

*is beaten by your logic*