Characters: Nanao, Yumichika, Ikkaku, Shuuhei
Summary: Yumichika and Nanao are always right, as Ikkaku finds out the hard way. Even when they have to tip the odds in order to be right.
Pairings: None
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Timeline: None needed
Author's Note: Oh, just another random drabble. The thought of Yumichika and Nanao together was to good to resist.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
"That was satisfying. It's a nice feeling to always be right, isn't it?"
The scene far below on the streets is one that's likely to evoke horror in some and amusement in others. Nanao feels particularly strong inclination towards neither, instead surveying hers and Yumichika's handiwork with a clinical eye.
"I suppose so, yes." She shrugs noncommittally as Yumichika folds his arms around his chest and snickers. "It would be more satisfactory if you and I hadn't had to contrive the whole thing."
A bark of laughter follows. "That hardly detracts from it, Ise-san. In fact, it was the best thing about all of this; nothing like seeing a good plan come together. I told Ikkaku I'd have my revenge. He should have listened."
Ikkaku should have listened to Nanao, too, she thinks, biting down on her lip to keep from smiling. She pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose, the other arm wrapped around her waist. She has to agree with Yumichika; this was satisfying.
Meanwhile, down below on the stone street, Ikkaku groans, beginning to wake up, with Shuuhei standing over him, shaking his head wearily.
"What hit me?" Ikkaku is spread-eagle on his back, arms and legs splayed out at odd angles and a trickle of blood pooling on his hairless scalp.
"What do you think?"
Ikkaku laughs weakly. Even from as high up as she is, Nanao can see Shuuhei rolling his eyes. "You were warned, idiot. Yumichika's always right; so's Nanao, for that matter. And when they both tell you not to do something, you ought to listen." Shuuhei scowls disgustedly as Ikkaku laughs again, and starts to get up.
"But that's the best part," Yumichika whispers, grinning evilly. "Telling Ikkaku not to do something absolutely ensures that he will do it."
"Those two…I'm gonna get those two. Especially Yumichika, the bastard. I can just see the look on the bastard's face; I'm gonna wipe it off." Ikkaku, now fully upright, draws his zanpakuto while looking around menacingly.
Yumichika winces. "That's my cue to go." Nanao tilts her head as Yumichika turns to her and says, "You should probably lie low too, Ise-san."
She frowns, raising an eyebrow critically. "I think I can handle him, Ayasegawa-san."
"I don't know. He's much bigger than you. The Eleventh Division's got a rule about hitting women unless they hit you first—"
"How charmingly sexist."
"—(you should be thankful; that pretty face of yours wouldn't be too pretty after Ikkaku got done with you) but Ikkaku might be persuaded to bend the rules a little bit, the mood he must be in right now." The fifth seat of the Eleventh division grimaces. "I do think a general retreat is called for in this situation."
Nanao nods, lingering on the roof for a moment after Yumichika leaves, before heading back towards the Eighth division headquarters.
If Ikkaku does show up, Nanao will be more than happy, for once in her life, to call upon the aid of the overprotective Kyouraku-taicho.
Ikkaku will never know what hit him.