Strangely, I like this couple no idea where it came from but right about now I'm just blowing off steam so I can go and right up chapters for my longer stories! Seacrest out. (Just kidding, I don't even like Ryan Seacrest.)

Pairing: Zaraki X Soi Fon

Theme: Dominance

Rating: T for language

It was just like last time. She had waited with baited breath as her princess decided what to do with herself. Then Yoruichi had smiled crookedly before trailing after Ichigo and his friends. It was just like last time. Well not exactly but it was the same pain. The same heartache that would eat her saner thoughts away. She had wished to go with Yoruichi last time as well but the princess had just disappeared.

"At least this time she had said goodbye." Soi Fon sat on a hill over looking a meadow in bloom. Her head rested on her knees as she cradled her knees to her chest. So uncaring of the outside world that she hadn't reacted to the monstrous spirit energy and it's owner whom stood not far off. Sure his power was restrained but only a true fool would willingly fight the captain of eleventh company.

If one knew not what he looked like all they had to do was sense his power and that would be a deterrence for most. Surely the burly captain was merely passing through without any real intention. She didn't want to interact with people at the moment. She felt so lowly, so useless. The questions were building inside her mind and she just wanted to scream.

"Soi Fon." Great, it seems the battle ready captain wasn't just coincidentally passing through. No matter how convenient that would have been. She released her legs and turned towards him. Her shôzoku uniform had been left behind. It was just another reminder that she wasn't as powerful as her late captain. It showed that she could probably never be better than Yoruichi.

She had turned to him, the regulation shinigami uniform adorning both their frames. Opening her mouth to retort, she never got the chance and whatever she was going to say meant nothing. Because Zaraki Kenpachi beat her to vocalization.

"Let's fight."

Really that didn't surprise her as much as she thought. What brought her up short was the look in his eyes. There was such intelligence, such an understanding look held within those inky depths that-- She leaped from her spot as his jagged sword made a sizeable crater where she once was. She looked once more into his eyes and whatever she thought she saw was washed away with his bloodlust.

Without really thinking she dodged his next swipe and lashed out with a well aimed kick. A slightly red mark shown on his cheek and with a rueful grin they delved deeper into the impromptu spar. It was sometime later as they were going through their injuries when she realized how distracted he had made her. Fighting for your life was far more important than dwelling on depressing thoughts.

"That was an excellent fight little hornet." Soi Fon merely rolled her eyes at the density of her fellow captain. Captain Zaraki had taken a liking to her transformed zanpakuto even adopting the new nickname for her. No matter how much it infuriated her.

"Yes, it would be even better if you hadn't ripped my top to scandalous lengths." Zaraki spared her a glance and followed where her fingers tried to stretch the fabric further down her stomach.

"I don't know what your worried about I've seen what you usually wear. You should be grateful it covers your breasts." She straightened as he remained sitting. Making it far easier to look up at her than having her look up at him.

"Your right it's not like I have to worry about any admirers. I'm not like some soul reapers." Her thoughts went from Yoruichi to her other comrades whose bodies were much more developed. Zaraki had watched the emotions play across her face and had guessed accurately her thoughts. He allowed a thoughtful smirk cross his face.

"Fight me again tomorrow." Her face turned stoic as she turned on her heel. A haughty air exuding her form and attitude. Geez did she have to be so stuck up? But a woman as prideful as this would be difficult in baiting, unless of course he didn't all ready have a plan.

"As if I'd waste such valuable time." Zaraki figured she'd say that. She turned to leave and Zaraki snagged one tiny wrist in his too large hand. He stood up just as she turned and opened her mouth to give some nasty remark. Lazily his other hand wrapped around her naked stomach before yanking her to his much larger chest.

"You'll fight me tomorrow or I'll kill you now." It was a cold command and a threat he wasn't too far from making true. She fell silent and glared, their eyes battling for the dominance each was renowned for having.

"You're an obstinate fool."

"And you're a tight-ass bitch. So what's the difference?" The gall of this man! Soi Fon was so close to cutting his head off and just leaving. But there was a challenge in his expression that she refused to retract herself from.

"You're a petulant bastard."

"And you're an emotionally needy wench." Ouch that stung.

"Well you know what? You're an errant man who doesn't know how to please a woman! And you're a sadistic fuck who doesn't know when to shut the hell up!" A toothy grin spread his teeth enough to show the sharpened canines on either side. What had been so damned funny? She was shaking her fists as her eyes narrowed in a glare. It didn't even matter that to any other the position in which he held her could be considered intimate.

She went to question the bastard before his rough lips crushed hers. Accepting the challenge for what it was Soi Fon allowed Zaraki's tongue to enter her mouth. They fought for dominance once more, his hands wrapping around her small frame as her hands twisted the fabric at his shoulders.

For several minutes they stayed like that, panting, with lips connected. Finally they split and Soi Fon reared back to deck him one in the face. His quick reflexes deflected her fist and threw her clear across their battlefield.

"Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow." Then the two disappeared and neither looked behind. Soi Fon had no clue as to what the hell had just happened and she had no way of finding out. But Zaraki knew and he let another smirk cross his scarred features. Well, it was a hell of a way to pull the second captain out of her depression and for some reason it had worked wonderfully. He had found something that not even he could have known existed in the stoic woman. A fire that burned when she was enraged. Something he had to watch out for lest he be caught in the hornets' nest. And at that thought he had laughed all the way back.