Not a Good Start
Thank you for reading this and I don't own Bleach. Sorry there's no Nanao/Shunsui...yet. Please give me feedback.
Clear skies, calm seas, and a brisk breeze set a small smile on Nanao Ise's face as she sat on a nearby crate, a thick book in hand. Her sense of peace was abruptly interrupted as her best friend, Rangiku Matsumoto, leapt at her with a bright smile on her face.
"Nanao! Why are you reading on this beautiful day?" Her bubbly voice and laughter filled the deck of the ship. Voice muffled, Nanao struggled to get out of Rangiku's death grip as her choked voice was barely audible over the slapping of the waves against the boat and Rangiku's giggling.
"Rangiku, you better stop soon. Nanao seems to be choking." A soft voice immediately cutting through the giggling of Rangiku as Retsu Unohana, one of the only woman doctors in that time period walked out of her cabin.
Nanao was abruptly dropped as frantic calls filled the deck of the ship, all eyes turned towards the ship that was approaching theirs, a distinct flag fluttering at the mast. A white flag with single flower. The sakura blossom. Panic spread throughout the ship as the white flagged ship approached.
Their panic came from the fear of the pirates that steered the large ship, for even if there was only three of them, all three were master swordsman and they were known throughout the lands. Their symbol? The pink sakura blossom.
Havoc surrounded the three woman as they looked upon the ship with grave faces. It was quite a sight, with the three women that stood there staring at the pink flower and the hysteric men around them some gathering weapons and the rest just standing there; their eyes were wide with fear and their pale hands trembled as the ship drew closer.
Despite the captain's efforts to outrun the ship rather than fight a doomed battle, his efforts failed against one of the fastest ship in the oceans. The larger ship coasted next to the smaller merchant ship as two men leaped upon the deck both with silver hair though one had left it long, the other had his cut short, both had a weapon in hand.
The one with long hair had two swords, one in each hand and the swords were identical in every way. They were connected by a long red rope and the curved blades glinted in the sunlight. The man with the short silver hair held a short wakizashi and a smile on his face his eyes were slits and they opened for a second to show their ice blue color.
Rangiku had frozen at the sight of the two men. One of the sailors who had been gathering weapons charged forward in an act of brash bravery (or stupidity). The two men leaped into action; one disarming the man of his weapon, the other knocking him out.
With apprehensive looks the other men charged forward, yelling to conceal their fear. Taking on several at once the two men danced between flashing steel and fists. Within ten minutes the 30 men that had charged forward all lay on the deck, knocked out. This left only the three women standing in the field of unconscious men yet not a single drop of blood had been shed in the brawl.
Picking through the fools the two men approached. None of the women shied away, Rangiku had snapped out of her reverie and now stared defiantly at the two men.
"I apologize ladies," spoke the man with the long hair,
"but we must take you with us for ransom. We hope you come peacefully." Nanao's mind began to race through scenarios and possibilities. No. She shook her head, there was no other way. They would have to follow the two men onto the boat unless they wanted to be knocked out like her poor men.
Head held high, Nanao stepped carefully onto the deck of the second ship with Unohana following her, a serene smile on her face. Rangiku, grumbling, followed them and gave a piercing glare at the short haired man, who had kept his smile on his face.
On the ship there sat one man, who lay there hat covering his eyes and dressed in an outrageous pink kimono. Raising the brim of his hat, his chocolate brown eyes met a pair of defiant sapphire blue ones; his eyes revealed nothing and only one person could tell he had been impacted.
"Jyuushirou, Gin please take the ladies down into the cabins." After he had spoken this order, he picked up a bottle from the folds of his robes.
Two glares were shot at the two men as they gently led the ladies down into a well furnished chamber. It was lavish and had many luxuries within. Leading them in, the men backed out and locked the door. Immediately Rangiku gave a smile and raising a bobby pin before fitting it in the lock and beginning to move it slowly.
With the men however Gin and Jyuushirou were standing on deck talking with the pink clad man.
"Shunsui, what happened with you?" Jyuushirou had been chewing Shunsui out for the past ten minutes. Gin stood to the side his smile in place as he interrupted the heated conversation,
"Ukitake, Kyouraku, you might want to debate about this later because if I'm right, the ladies are getting out…now."
A click sounded through the quiet hallways as the door swung open and the ladies stepped out with Rangiku and Nanao armed with their weapons; Unohana remained faithful to the oath she took as a doctor and kept her katana sheathed until someone decided to provoke her…than it would be better to run.
Rangiku kept her katana held warily in front of her and Nanao with a ball of green acidic fire in hand that would eat through only human flesh, being the inventive sorceress she was. Edging down the passageway, the deck swaying beneath them, they were confronted by the three men.
Thrusting the ball of acid forward Nanao's cold voice echoed eerily,
"I can send this flying at you and you would be nothing but bones in five minutes so you better go back up those stairs and turn this ship around.
"Not likely~" Gin's taunting voice said as he held Rangiku at knife point.
"If you want your friend to live than you will turn around back into your cell back now." Rangiku seemed infuriated as Nanao slowly moved her hands down and suddenly the ball of green turned a bright blue and it burst through the deck as Gin, Unohana, Rangiku, and Nanao fell through the hole.
All four landed on their feet at the bottom of the ship with Unohana pointing a sword at the neck of Ichimaru.
"Tsk. Tsk. Chivalry seems to have finally died. Since when does a gentlemen attack a lady?" Unohana's eyes glinted dangerously. Gin backed slowly away from the blonde his smile still on his face. Nanao felt herself pulled back as Kyouraku pressed the tip of his wakizashi into Nanao's windpipe. They were at a stand off once more.