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1. Pigs
"Matsumoto-san," Riyeko Arai sighed following behind her drinking buddy, "is it really necessary to go to this bar? It's covered with the 11th…"
"Oh, com'on Riyeko-kun," Rangiku giggled, "I'll protect you. Besides! Watching these guys will be more entertaining then anything you've seen in years! And who knows, maybe you'll get a man tonight."
"Honestly," she laughed, "I'll get a man when the time is right. But I can promise it will not be with one of the 11th division imbeciles. They are rude, crude and socially unacceptable." She tossed back her large red ponytail. It had been a long week for her and she was just in the mood to relax. It was a good cool night for it as well. She would be able to get away from the hustle and bustle and simply enjoy herself.
"You are just too picky to even give someone a chance." Rangiku gave her a friendly push, "Not all of the guys of the 11th are that bad."
"Matsumoto-san, you can't be serious. For me they are that bad. Not only am I a woman, but I also the fourth seat of the fourth division. Taking me to this place you may as well be putting a target on my head saying 'hey boys! I'm single and I'm weak! Come paw at me with your greasy unwashed hands so that I will agree to let you hump me like a mad dog!'"Riyeko rolled her eyes as they turned a corner. "Those men would never respect me. And with no respect there most certainly can not be a relationship."
"Poor baby," Rangiku said mockingly, "you're holding out for the perfect man." She threw up a hand greeting an acquaintance as they passed.
"Of course I am." Riyeko stated matter-of-factly. She never saw a reason to settle when you knew exactly what you wanted.
"Oh and by the way, why did you call yourself weak exactly?" the busty lieutenant asked arching a brow.
"I didn't. I was simply stating that is what it would look like. I will admit that a good fight gets my blood going the same as them, however being seat as high as I am it is obvious that I prefer to put together what they break."
"Well, that's one way to put it, but there is one thing I have recently noticed. You aren't really made fun as much as the others."
Riyeko smiled, "For one, I don't draw attention to myself. Secondly, I work more in the background. Such as surgery, that's where I do my best work when my patients are under anesthetics; therefore, I'm not remembered."
Rangiku laughed loudly as they entered the bar. Neither woman noticed that every eye had come to settle on them. Matsumoto's mind was on a one way track for sake and Riyeko was too busy sneering at the décor. All of the tavern attendees were used to seeing the laidback 10th lieutenant, but the new woman that walked in with her was a knock out. Her ample breasts were perky, but not as overbearing as Rangiku's. Her eyes were such a deep blue they appeared violet. Her flaming red curls were pulled back into a high ponytail with strands free in the front to frame her angular face.
A loud whistle had Riyeko sighing. "Let the fun begin…" she huffed under her breath, ensuing a snort of laughter from Rangiku as they took a seat at the bar.
"Look, Riyeko-kun the head of the 11th is here. This is bound to be an interesting night."
Riyeko's eyes cut to a table in the back corner. The incredibly barbaric Captain lounged with a giggling blonde in his lap. His lieutenant sat at the table coloring away at the woodwork. That was absolutely disgusting. The man was acting as a father and he sat with a ditz in his lap. Oh, how sweet now she was whispering sweet nothings into his ear. She sure had a few choice words for that man, but knowing her place and that he could very easily rip her in two she would just keep her mouth shut.
"Hey there pretty lady." Turning she saw exactly what she had expected, a grotesque man with greasy black hair. Before she could open her mouth he put up a hand, "I'm not drunk, I'm simply intoxicated by you."
She couldn't stop the laugh. "I know you didn't just use that line."
"Listen, my name is Milk. I'll do your body good."
Her eyebrows shot up. "I'm lactose intolerant." When his eyebrows drew together she smiled, "I can't have milk honey. Does your significantly diminutive mind comprehend that?"
When Rangiku burst into laughter the man seemed to become even more confused before he finally walked away. "That was cruel!"
"Maybe it would have been, if he'd actually understood what I was saying."
"That was actually pretty prudent compared to some the lines I've heard these boys use…"
"Oh really?" She took a drink. "They ever work?"
"All the time!" Rangiku nodded. "One time I watched a woman get picked up with the line, 'I must expel some seminal fluid. May I use your body?' and they were out of here in minutes."
"Perhaps it was the semi-impressive vocabulary…"
"Yo, bitch!" the blunt name had Riyeko turning. It seemed her admirer had discussed their encounter with his friends."
"I would assume you are talking to me…" She crossed her arms over her chest.
"I hear'd you called my buddy demonstrative!" he got in her face.
Her eyes crossed dramatically as she pushed his face away, "You mean you heard, not you hear'd, and I most certainly did not call him demonstrative. I called his brain diminutive." At the blank stares she sighed. "Small, inferior."
"Looking for a fight?"
Crossing her legs she picked fuzz off of her shoulder. "Not really seeing as my comrades would just get stuck picking up the mess tomorrow. And we all know you boys keep the fourth division busy enough as it is."
The entire group began to laugh then, drawing the attention of practically all present; including their savage leader.
"The fourth!" her current entertainer cackled. "Oh, sweet tits, here I thought you might actually be worth taking on."
Her eyes narrowed, "What did you just call me?"
The man grinned, "Com'on, it's a compliment. You've got some great tits. You know what; I think you can actually help me out, since you're from the 4th and all. My dicks been feeling a little dead lately, it would sure help if you could give it mouth-to-mouth."
The sound of her slap sounded through the room and nearly knocked him off of his feet. "Listen to me closely…grab your ears and remove your head from your ass."
When he moved to retaliate she braced, but didn't flinch. When his arm was redirected she expected to see Rangiku, but when she looked up her eyes met an eye patch and a black beady eye. "As much as I enjoy a good fight, I'm not in the mood to watch a defenseless woman get bloodied up. I'd hate to tell Retsu exactly what one of her new ladies was up to."
"New?" she inquired, "I'm not new. I've been the fourth seat for nearly six years."
"Fourth seat?" he repeated, "I've never seen you." He'd have remembered. He'd have hunted her down; she looked like she could keep a man warm.
"Riyeko Arai," she spit, "nine times out of ten I'm the one doing the major surgeries unless Unohana-taicho can get to it."
"Well Riyeko," he sighed, "a girl such as yourself really only has a few purposes. And taking on a bunch of drunks isn't one of them. Now, I suggest that you go home, unless you'd like to end up pinned to a mattress with the only thing covering you being one of my men. I'd hate to see a nice body wasted on such inferior men. If you would like to be in that situation you and I can leave right now, my place is just a short way away and I would be happy to see you wriggling beneath me, but I can tell from your scowl you don't return the sentiment."
Arching a brow she stood and patted his cheek, "not even in your dreams." Before he even had time to register the insult she was walking out the door, "Catch you later Matsumoto-san."
Weeks after the bar incident Riyeko found herself stuck with stitching duty, as her captain was trying to train new surgeons. She hadn't seen much of the 11th since then, not that she really minded however she had a feeling that this day was going to change that. She'd gone home that night insulted and angry. How dare he accuse her of only being good as a man's toy. It was simply ignorant! If she hadn't known better she'd have popped him. Although from what Matsumoto had told her, the pat on the cheek had made him positively furious, which she could admit made her heart swell with pride.
Cleaning her instruments she was preparing for her next patient.
"Well, well," a gruff voice had her back stiffening, "if it isn't the mysterious fourth seat of the fourth division…"
Riyeko took a deep breath before turning around to face Zaraki with a grin. "That would be me." There was a gaping hole on his left shoulder. It seemed the blade had cut right through the yukata and his haori. "It looks like you'll need some stitches. Remove your top."
"I knew you wanted to see me naked." He smirked as he sat back on the table and did as she told him to.
"Don't flatter yourself." She said as she got out her taper needles and catgut sutures, it was sort of entertaining to argue with him.
"You do realize you'll have to get Unohana to stitch me up."
Arching a brow she looked at him. "No, I can manage." She picked up the bottle of antiseptic and a rag before moving to his side. His expansive chest was ripped. She'd never seen so many well defined muscles. On charts of course, but never in person. She wanted to touch them, but knew better.
"I'd hate for you to break one of your pretty nails, sweet cakes."
Forgetting the rag she poured the entire contents onto the open wound causing him to hiss. "Don't be a baby." She threaded her needle and began to stitch him up.
"Wait, how are you doing that?"
She shrugged. "It is simple really. All I have to do is concentrate my reiatsu."
"Oh? You're reiatsu is pretty strong, impressive for the fourth division. Though, its nothing compared to my division."
"I've done my share of combat." She told him as she finished, "I started out in the second division. I transferred after a falling out with the lieutenant."
"Ah, Ōmaeda," Zaraki gave a nod, "yeah, he's one cowardly fat ass."
"That's for damn sure." She sighed and wiped the stitches. "All done. You'll need to take it easy on this arm for a while." She walked to the counter so she could sterilize the instruments.
"Maybe you should ah, come back by the bar." He spoke into her ear, startling her. She turned so quickly her nose almost touched the top of his chest. Looking up she stared at him. "Only this time sit at my table."
Taking a moment to compose herself she tried to push him back, "That's flattering, but I think I'll steer clear of all that. It isn't really worth it."
"That so?" he took her wrist in his hand and lifted it to his face. Keeping eye contact he liked his blood from her hand, before bending to whisper to her in her ear. "You know, I still think you'd look great underneath me." He released her and stepped back grinning. "I'll keep the offer open." With that he walked out, leaving her wide eyed and a little to think about.
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