A/N: Soi/Byak...huh...Is this weird? Am I weird? I don't know....Somehow I feel that they work well together. Slight OC on Soi's part.
Elegance
Feet tamped practically unnoticed on the damp floor of a large, lush forest. Winded gasps escaped the lips of a young Captain who wiped the fine layer of sweat forming on her forehead.
Why was she so sluggish today? Was it the running fever she had? She shook her head in frustration, the metal rings in her hair clanking together as she made for the old tree trunk in the center of the clearing. She decided she'd rest for a while.
There was something about the mystical forest that she loved, perhaps it was the silence. There was no noise, no birds squawking. Just the distant babble of a stream and the occasional rustling leaves in the wind.
Or, perhaps, it was the connection she felt. She already had keen senses, but it was as if the earth spoke to her. She knew when someone was approaching, she knew if that someone was a threat to her. For instance, right now, at this very second, she knew a certain Captain was watching her bemusedly-from a safe distance, of course.
Soi pondered if she should feel disturbed or honored, but figuring that since it was none other than Captain Kuchiki Byakuya--a man of seemingly masculine elegance- she decided on the latter.
Now, she was struck with the thought of why he was watching her. Perhaps he was just out for a walk, seeking refuge from his duties. She often found herself doing this, strolling and gathering her thoughts, and absently stumbling into the training grounds of the man.
She often found herself transfixed by his movements, how his muscular body moved with surprising swiftness. How, when he swung his zanpakutou, it seemed as if he were dancing a dangerous waltz with his invisible opponent.
She was often mesmerized by his beautiful, yet deadly, Bankai. The pink 'petals' that floated daintily in non-existent wind.
She stretched her sore muscles, shaking her head and chuckling to herself. No, it was evident that she watched him during his training mainly due to her attraction to the cold man. She didn't have the guts to confess, either way, she wasn't interested in relationships. She had her own problems, she didn't need someone else around.
Slouching forward, she rested her elbows on her knees, clasping her hands together. Brow knitted, she pondered what it was exactly that she liked about him.
Perhaps it was his cold demeanor. The fact that he kept people at a distance, much like herself, that made her want to get closer.
His piercing eyes, knowing, wandering, deep.
His handsome face, thin and soft, gentle...yet stern and fierce.
A sigh escaped her lips, no there was no use in thinking about this.
Stretching one more time, the girl stood and retrieved her Zanpakutou, perhaps it was best to call it quits for the day.