I accidently mixed up Tatsuki and Nanao's birthdays, so this is early. And it's a Ichigo hate-fest. Why? Because I hate Ichigo. Tatsuki doesn't. I take full responsibility.
All together one of my worst drabbles. It jumps around, there's no plot or even overall meaning to it. Darn... I like Tatsuki and wanted to do something actually nice for her birthday.
Title: “The Blue Bird No Longer Flies: Lone Fighter”
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Tatsuki
Rating: G
Word Count: 140
Time: 32 minutes
Disclaimer: Bleach not mine.
Tatsuki understood poetry in motion. She flowed through her katas, feeling the snap of each punch and kick. Ichigo was good at hitting things, but he never really understood the love of the technique, the care necessary to get it right. There was something to be said for the power of pure willpower, but Ichigo really did take it too far.
Ichigo was a person who the universe revolved around. He could defeat much more skilled opponent by the strength of his simplistic convictions alone.
Tatsuki didn’t have this advantage. She very calmly and collectively did the best she could. It was never enough.
She knew she shouldn’t take the blame on herself for everything and berate herself for every inadequacy, but she couldn’t help it. Someone had to take in all the faults of the world… and fight them.