Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, or any of the Bleach characters used in this fic. They all belong to Tite Kubo: the genius behind the captivating manga that started it all. I only own any of my original characters that I choose to include, as well as any of my own original plot ideas.

In Your Hands


He was an imbecile at times, but his prowess with a blade was astounding. He knew what he was doing, riled up or calm and collected. It would be a stretch for Zabimaru to say that her master's tactics didn't suck, but they always seemed to come out on top.

The battle with the Arrancars had been particularly thrilling. Yylfort Granz had been no match for them, falling from the sky like a bleeding meteorite. It had been beautiful, watching the way the red seemed to paint streaks across the dark canvas. They'd taken quite the beating, but seeing that was more than enough to make up for something so humiliating.

In retrospect, it wasn't as one-sided as she'd once thought. Renji was content with being her equal, fighting and working as comrades. He'd never tried to dominate their relationship, even if he was the master. From the beginning, he'd been firm but patient, dealing with her in a calm manner, brushing aside the inevitable bloodlust with nothing more than a wave of his hand.

It irritated her, the way he pretended not to notice her true nature, but everything else seemed to make up for it.

In his hands, she could do anything.