Title: A Simple Battle
Fandoms: Bleach and Jigoku Shoujo (Crossover Fic)
Genre: (Attempted) Crack
Characters: Enma Ai and a shinigami we all love.
Warnings: Worksafe, spoilersafe, unless you don't know the characters. Mild swearing. Nonsense ahead.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything here, right down to the English translation of Enma Ai's trademark "Ippen, shinde miru?" phrase by Shinsen-Subs.
Summary: Competition from other instituitions does come, even with the strangest of jobs.
She allowed her gaze to rest upon the maladroit form of the middle-aged woman, her face bearing no signs of emotion towards the sight before her. The water never ceased its lapping against the aged wood of the boat both were on, and neither did her smooth strokes through the water steering them onward.
The woman suddenly let out a mad yelp and began shaking violently. She merely passed a hand over the front of her flower-adorned kimono to smooth out a crease.
The boat cut through the murky depths of the sea dotted with ever-effulgent lanterns as it inched closer and closer to Hell.
How would you like to see what death is like?Her piercing red eyes focused on the looming Gate. They were close now.
Then-
The rustle of clothing, a whoosh of black and an obnoxious flash of red hair found a young shinigami on the bow of the boat gasping to catch his breath.
The steady rhythm of her paddling never stopped.
"That…isn't…fair," the shinigami wheezed.
She didn't answer. Instead her eerily-empty eyes look into the shinigami's slit-like ones, the scowl evident on his features.
By the time the shinigami regained his composure, he realised the other was not going to speak any time soon.
Straightening up, he began, "The last time someone died, you took him to Hell. I know you murdered this woman and everything but us shinigamis can't just freaking rot in Seireitei, you know. We gotta do something too!"
Silence.
No response.
"Ma-an. What's up with you? No wonder Rangiku-san and Hisagi-kun didn't want to come!"
Still no response.
"Hello?"
He was waving stupidly now.
"Uh, you all right?"
No answer.
"Damn it,"
Still no answer.
Her eyes followed his hand as he scratched the back of his head in bewilderment.
"Tell you what, we have a game of scissors, paper, stone. You know, the one that goes like this-". And with that the shinigami raised two fingers, spread out his palm and balled his hands into a fist in rapid succession.
She simply stared on.
"I really hope that's a yes. Winner takes her," he said, gesturing to the groaning figure splayed on the boat.
"Scissors, paper, stone!"
Her hand left the paddle.
Scissors. Paper.
"Damn. Fine. You take her,"
He cocked his head to the right as if attempting to fathom her, drawing his eyebrows –were they real eyebrows? - closer in a frown.
Then he went as suddenly as he had come, muttering something along the lines of "Taichou's so going to kill me," as he disappeared from sight.
She took up the paddle once again. A tiny smile ghosted over her lips and her eyes gave the littlest hint of a twinkle, only to vanish immediately.
Third time this week she's won that game.
A/N: Thank you for reading! I hope you understood it because I get very confusing sometimes. However, I'm always up for explanation! Comment and tell me if you adored/abhorred it, pleashu:D