“A little birdie tells me that you’re quite the thief.”
Her senses have improved greatly over the past few months. Tatsuki credits that to Soifon relentlessly drilling her with particulars and encouraging her to practice. Therefore, when the voice floats up to her out of seemingly nowhere, she doesn’t startle. As a matter of fact, Tatsuki had sensed her visitor minutes before she had spoken.
Of course, it’s just like Yoruichi to try and throw Tatsuki off balance from step one. It’s probably how she manipulated Soifon, too.
Best to play it off, let the captain think she’s got the upper hand.
Tatsuki performs an exaggerated jump of surprise, whirling to face Yoruichi. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
Yoruichi casually examines Tatsuki’s small, personal dojo, taking in the padded mats, the shelves of awards and folded gi. “I don’t like having to come to the Living World to find my protege.”
Tatsuki’s eyes narrow, shifting her stance loosely, still defensive, but ready for action. She watches Yoruichi closely. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“And you haven’t answered mine,” Yoruichi replies, giving Tatsuki a sidelong look. “Or are my sources wrong?”
Tatsuki tilts her chin. “You can’t steal something that’s been thrown away. It becomes public property after that.” She smiles, but it’s all teeth. Her heart’s pounding in her chest, her fledgling reiatsu swelling within her.
Yoruichi’s way out of her league in terms of spiritual power, but Tatsuki will be damned if she goes down without a fight. She’s never backed down from the fights that matter. She’s a lot like Ichigo in that respect. Speaking of, she doesn’t think Ichigo will take too kindly to Yoruichi giving Tatsuki a beat down. Though, honestly, Tatsuki doesn’t want Ichigo to fight her battles for her. Ah, decisions, decisions.
“Now answer my question,” Tatsuki adds. “What the fuck are you doing here?” She sees no reason to be polite with Yoruichi. The noble obviously came here spoiling for a fight.
Yoruichi turns, something like amusement pulling on her lips, but her gold eyes are dark, dangerous. Easy to see what could have attracted Soifon at first, at least superficially. “I was curious,” Yoruichi purrs, coming closer. “A human? Clearly you’re only a distraction.”
“Am I?” Tatsuki cocks a brow, unaffected by Yoruichi’s obvious attempt to seduce. She doesn’t want beautiful nobles. She wants a surly, frowning ninja who makes the sweetest cries when she orgasms. “Then why are you here? Why are you so curious?” And is that worry she detects in escaping tendrils of Yoruchi’s reiatsu?
A flurry of emotions flickers over Yoruichi’s face before she buries them in a mask of stoicism, though not fast enough. “I thought to observe my competition, but I realize there is none. You couldn’t compare to a Shihouin.”
“Of course I can’t. I’m better.” Tatsuki grins and there’s no fake humor in the action. “You know, I never did understand what she saw in you. All glimmer and no worth. Stringing her around because it was a game for you.”
She takes a step closer, remembering all too well how long it had taken her to get Soifon to open up. Months and months of painstaking care, of biting wit, each moment of laughter hoarded so preciously.
“The shininess is fading though,” Tatsuki adds, watching as Yoruichi’s face twists into something ugly. Beautiful, but ugly all the same. Trust a noble to make fury and jealousy still hold an element of attractiveness. “And it’s not coming back. She’s not your toy anymore.”
Reiatsu flares outward, blasting Tatsuki with heat, but she holds her ground. She’ll fight for Soifon, fight in all the ways Yoruichi never bothered.
“You are a fool,” Yoruichi spits out, but its forced. Like she knows she’s beaten. “And when Soifon realizes the mistake she’s made, you’ll be the one left begging.”
An empty threat if Tatsuki’s ever heard one. She lifts a hand, waggling her fingers at Yoruichi. “I guess we’ll see, won’t we?”
Yoruichi sneers, but doesn’t gift Tatsuki with an answer. She’s gone in a flash of ninja-smoke, leaving Tatsuki to wave away the lingering grey. Ugh. Just like Yoruichi to poison her dojo with that noxious stuff.
Tatsuki moves to the window, cracking it open in hopes to dissipate the smoke. How rude.
Her senses tingle.
“I guess you were here the whole time?” Tatsuki says aloud.
“You’re training is incomplete,” Soifon says from behind her.
Tatsuki turns, leaning against the window sill. “Were you worried?”
Soifon rolls her eyes. “I know better than that.” She comes closer, hands landing on the sill to either side of Tatsuki. “Besides, you seemed intent on defending my honor.”
“Honor? What the hell’s that?” Tatsuki grins, lifting a hand to cup the back of Soifon’s neck. “I’ve been wanting to cuss her out for months. She just made it easy.”
“You enjoyed it,” Soifon says.
“Course I did.” Tatsuki pulls her lover in closer, pressing their foreheads together. “Did you see that look on her face? Priceless.”
A haunted look flickers in Soifon’s eyes, but it’s gone just as quickly. “I’m not going to say thank you.”
“Cupcake,” Tatsuki purrs, knowing how much Soifon hates the cutesy endearments. “I didn’t say all that for you to thank me. I’m just staking a claim.” She pulls Soifon the remaining distance, letting their lips come into brief contact. “Though, if you’d like, you can thank me in other ways. Like right now.”
Soifon looks scandalized. “Not in your dojo!”
Tatsuki laughs, affection swelling in her chest. “To the bedroom then?”
The bright burn in Soifon’s cheeks never ceases to be adorable. “… Yes.”
Ha. Take that, Yoruichi.