Salt
Title: Salt
Fandom: Bleach
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Kubo-sensei. I write this purely for entertainment purposes.
Rating: Youth
Summary: Time does not heal all wounds.
Word Count: 118
Salt
The young woman fell before her, upper body stock still and eyes wide and tearful. The question the older woman had been dreading for a century spilled forth from the now captain’s lips, sounding like salt was pouring into a raw, open wound.
Yoruichi had expected confrontation. She had expected a fight between herself and her former protégé. It had been a dominating win in spite of her 100-year absence from battle. But she had not expected this young, broken woman kneeling before her, eyes pleading for an answer to the question she didn’t have an answer to. And the only words that her mind kept repeating but her pride wouldn’t allow her to say were ‘I’m sorry.’
Fandom: Bleach
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Kubo-sensei. I write this purely for entertainment purposes.
Rating: Youth
Summary: Time does not heal all wounds.
Word Count: 118
Salt
The young woman fell before her, upper body stock still and eyes wide and tearful. The question the older woman had been dreading for a century spilled forth from the now captain’s lips, sounding like salt was pouring into a raw, open wound.
Yoruichi had expected confrontation. She had expected a fight between herself and her former protégé. It had been a dominating win in spite of her 100-year absence from battle. But she had not expected this young, broken woman kneeling before her, eyes pleading for an answer to the question she didn’t have an answer to. And the only words that her mind kept repeating but her pride wouldn’t allow her to say were ‘I’m sorry.’