Late Night Whiskey Talks

Notes: Well, it's been a bit from my last fanfiction and no I am not dropping my others. Just a lot has happened and I can't really seem to get into that deep evil mood to write to put all hell on our poor Shiro-chan! –weeps- Yet no fear at all, I got hit anyways to write a odd story of a very unusual crack pairing never seen before or has been seen but not to much to be noted!

Hitsugaya and Tatsuki Arisawa

So let's see how things play out with my little story idea! What might happened with the two dragons?

So lay me down with a ghost
'Cuz anything's better than alone
And how I do say what's over?
Tell me how do I live on my own?

Thriving Ivory
Better Than Alone

Late nights were the one time of night that peace seemed to fall on the bar in a murky neighborhood as the for rolled off the river to blanket the land as it done for untold nights left recorded by the native people of this land called England. Mist was the one thing that came with living in land full myths as old as the standing stones just outside the cities with soft eyed dairy cows just gazing out at endless green hills. Yes, just the normal kind of night where scorching jazz echoed in the oak walls of deep russets that needed a good polishing to retain better days. No single soul had been left in the bar at two in the morning as a lone soul behind the black bar was cleaning the surface with a soothing sultry hum in tune to the single clear horn to cry out in the end of the song.

She was a woman just entering her 20's with a spark of a fighter deep in her auburn eyes in the lamp light that made them seem golden hauntingly if you peered at the right angle. Locals' right of the bat knew the woman was not a native of their land with fine bone structure and a lean figured carved out and shaped by years of fighting in high school to now. Hair so black that it looked blue alone when the sun hit it was just brought out more by the deep blue dye added just a few weeks ago for the hell of a change. You sometimes just had to have some shock value in life huh? Many might think her people where short but at a healthy five feet and five inches, many men knew from the toned arms that this was not a female to hit with a fight. More the once the fiery woman had thrown out a man or two for bring the shit to her bar! The name was the truer give away; Tatsuki Arisawa.

Born from the land of the raising sun to the samurai of old times with swords drawn for the very pestle of honor to lord and land along with some many other things history did not record. Many might think this young woman was far from home and why she would come half way across the world to this misty place? Many had asked her such questions on those first greetings in this placed called The Red Baron. Slyly smiling at their peeks into her life, a truthful and blunt woman, she kept it short and sweet and to the point for those listening on such nights. "I wanted to see the world a bit. That's all really." Pouring a beer or mixing a drink with a napkin placed on the bar, they might try to get more from the bartender but most gave up when she only smiled at them secretly. Having come to this place a month after graduating high school nearly five years ago to the very day by her count.

Tatsuki had worked at the bar for a year now and own a small flat right above the building. People thinking this was a normal young woman just taking those first real steps into the big bad world. How wrong those people were about this youthful soul. She had seen war and played a part in it before even turning Seventeen and all the way through of her last tender year in school. Fighting aside her friends and beings known as shinigami to save her world and the afterlife from a mad man on a shot to become a god; Aizen. He had created monsters and twisted people's very souls to try and reach such a goal but in the end he fell by the blade of many and buried under the lives of many he had doomed himself all those years of hellish battle. No one blade could claim the kill for themselves and none ever did that day. In truth, no one can really say who killed that mad man. Soon after, friends and allies buried their dead and morn their lost from the worlds but knowing it was the end, all life was reborn once more in the cycle that kept track off. None of Tatsuki's friends had fallen thankfully but the Winter War had left them change and scarred. Many of her own friends thought that was her reason for leaving Japan, to run from the memories of those blood-filled years. That was far from the case in truth! This was her tale to tell if one in truth came to sit at the bar on a misty evening in the end of summer's touch. If one of her friends or allies came into her life once more, they might learn the truth and one such did…

Dead nights like this dragged heavily in the cooling air of the smoky bar. Golden hued eyes dragged over the few people left before the last call went out to send them on the marry way home to sleep. Ringing out twelve times, the old grandfather cloak kept his time as it had for many years in this bar. Tatskui leaned with her back against the mirror on the east side of the wall, so anyone coming in had to come in the west entrance at all times. This bar had been many things for untold years but right now the old man was the Red Baron of the local hood. Good to be alone with ones silent thoughts and no questions asked about who you were outside those oak doors of a fading pine green.

Tatsuki liked it here just for those simple reasons alone to work. It was laid back but if gave her enough of a income to live well enough with her own place just up the stairs. Brad, a old man who had been in the British Air Force owned the place had gave the woman one look over a year ago and hired her on the spot with no questions asked at all. He knew a battled soul when he saw one from his own years living by the gun in the air. Sighing only a bit at the memory made her smirk just a touch on her strong features a bit. Looking down at the letter from her friend Orihime back home in Japan. The gentle healer was going to school to be a teacher of kids of all things. She had just the right nature for the job to deal with the brats a bit. Ichigo, the leading force in the Winter War had gone over to Hong Kong for a year or two to find him and now was hitting the collage in Tokyo to be a Psychologist. Chad, the gentle giant was in Spain with a rock band these days. The Quincy, Ishida was taking over for his father like he said he would but was planning to hit the political screen in a few years. Everyone had re-found themselves in their lives after the war but it seemed one soul.

"Why does everyone these days seem to want me to pick a path in life? I am only what? 23? I got lots of time for that!" thinking only to herself for the moment as the ticking from the cloak filled the dying room for the moment. "My life is fine for right now, I least I left Japan like I planned."

How in a moment that her life would change was unknown to the woman due to one soul she never thought would step through that door in a moment or two. The brass bell rang out the greeting of welcome as the mist rolled in with his first step of a black hiking boot, a long rain coat kept the chill from his fair skin as the light glowed softly on a crop of silver hair. One thing that set him apart from all others in both world setting and the clear give away to the golden eyes as they locket on the frame of the man. Teal eyes looked at the east to see the woman with out recognized what the years had done to her in maturating from five years ago on one last meeting of all the souls of the Winter War. Tatsuki knew he was one in just seconds in saying his name from full lips

"Hitsugaya"