8-29-06
I think I'd be the Tatsuki to the Fourth Division, somehow. I can't stand bullying.
Title: “Sound of Courage”
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Isane, Urahara, Mayuri
Rating: PG
Word Count: 213
Time: about 1 hour
Disclaimer: Bleach not mine.
“Isa-ne!”
She jumped around and stifled a squeak. “Urahara-taichou!”
“I’m sorry to have startled you, Kotetsu-fukutaichou. But you’re brave; that was a war cry, right?”
Isane might have bristled, though the gesture came out closer to a cringe. Her name was an ironic joke. Isane-勇音-“Sound of Courage”.
“I just came here to find Mayuri-kun. He may be harassing some of your patients, I fear.”
Isane felt a cold wave of fear at the thought of Kurotsuchi Mayuri alone with her patients.
“Pardon me,” she shouted over her shoulder as she raced away.
Isane flung open the doors of the non-Eleventh ward. “Please unhand my patients!”
Mayuri looked up. Isane nearly quailed from the blank look of the mask he had taken to wearing lately.
“These specimens have agreed to undergo some tests for me.”
Isane was getting fed up with people mocking the Fourth. She wasn’t her captain to be able to gall even Zaraki Kenpachi with a glance.
She stalked between the researcher and the unconscious Shinigami. She was not going to be mocked by Urahara Kisuke. She slapped Mayuri across the face, knocking his mask askew. “Get out!”
Urahara stood in the doorway, clapping. Isane turned on him, slowly. He ran, dragging Mayuri behind him. He knew better.
Title: “Sound of Courage”
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Isane, Urahara, Mayuri
Rating: PG
Word Count: 213
Time: about 1 hour
Disclaimer: Bleach not mine.
“Isa-ne!”
She jumped around and stifled a squeak. “Urahara-taichou!”
“I’m sorry to have startled you, Kotetsu-fukutaichou. But you’re brave; that was a war cry, right?”
Isane might have bristled, though the gesture came out closer to a cringe. Her name was an ironic joke. Isane-勇音-“Sound of Courage”.
“I just came here to find Mayuri-kun. He may be harassing some of your patients, I fear.”
Isane felt a cold wave of fear at the thought of Kurotsuchi Mayuri alone with her patients.
“Pardon me,” she shouted over her shoulder as she raced away.
Isane flung open the doors of the non-Eleventh ward. “Please unhand my patients!”
Mayuri looked up. Isane nearly quailed from the blank look of the mask he had taken to wearing lately.
“These specimens have agreed to undergo some tests for me.”
Isane was getting fed up with people mocking the Fourth. She wasn’t her captain to be able to gall even Zaraki Kenpachi with a glance.
She stalked between the researcher and the unconscious Shinigami. She was not going to be mocked by Urahara Kisuke. She slapped Mayuri across the face, knocking his mask askew. “Get out!”
Urahara stood in the doorway, clapping. Isane turned on him, slowly. He ran, dragging Mayuri behind him. He knew better.