Genre- Humor/romance perhaps even drama
Ratings- T for future chapters
Pairings- Nanao and Soi - I know, crazy, but trust me, it'll be worth it
Disclaimer- I do not own Bleach, if I did, Kon would get an episode of his, and my, dreams….
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Soi flash-stepped to Nanao's side within moments, seeing the woman falling backwards, and caught her, their height making the maneuver slightly difficult for the smaller Soi Fong.
All around her was nothing but consuming blackness and her thoughts. She could vaguely feel her body, but not correctly, because the pain she expected to feel didn't come. She felt utterly cold, like she did when none of her rietsu was left, which made sense considering she had a fire type zanpakuto. With a small mental shrug, considering she knew she couldn't move hr body if she wanted to, she simply slid into the blackness and coldness, letting her mind jumble around, trying to sort out what she had just heard.
She just didn't understand, what more did she need to know? What was it that her zanpakuto was trying to say she was lacking in? She was a dabbler in almost everything, from her own curiosity, not her zanpakuto request, she was a master fighter, could defeat near anyone with kido…
Kido…
You think to make up your lack of knowledge in one subject with another…
Was it possibly her zanpakuto was criticizing her for avoiding the physical combative arts? She knew the basics, didn't she? From the academy…all those years ago. Realization hit her - she had absolutely no desire to learn them, that was the problem. Her bargain with Oushi Hakushiki, her zanpakuto, was that she wanted to learn everything she could, and in return, with equal passion, Oushi Hakushiki would teach Nanao everything she knew. She had dismissed that, and in return, Oushi Hakushiki dismissed her.
Before she could reason anything further, a warming sensation spread into her awareness, traveling through her veins and bringing her mind back to her body, connecting the two once again. As consciousness went through her she became more aware of the aches and pains of her body from overdoing, her body protesting to the nth degree, but also she became more aware of a person with her.
The person was powerful, Nanao could feel their uncloaked rietsu along with their dormant rietsu, fuzzily Nanao hoped it wasn't an Arrancar, healing her to simply kill her later. Once again Nanao felt herself slip back into the blackness, but it was warmer this time, almost pleasant, like sleep. She felt herself being moved, but gently, so perhaps it wasn't an Arrancar.
So who was it?
Soi flash-stepped to Nanao's side within moments, seeing the woman falling backwards, and caught her, their height making the maneuver slightly difficult for the smaller Soi Fong.
With a small bit of effort, mainly from awkward maneuvering, Soi was able to lay Nanao down onto the grass, taking an odd bit of care to do so slowly and gently. Normally the small woman would have snorted at the persons incompetence, incapability, and inability to know where their limits were, but something drove her to help, making her catch the falling woman.
Curiosity perhaps. Soi Fong, along with most of Soul Society, had never actually viewed Nanao's zanpakuto, much less watch its materialization, and was shocked to see it was fire type. She was sure it would have been ice type; she had Nanao pegged as an ice queen, almost and very similar to Hitsugaya Toshiro, but there was a burning passion under Nanao's glassy exterior, and that fire seemed to singe Soi, marking her interest.
Nanao's eyes fluttered beneath her closed lids, making Soi Fong wonder what thoughts chased the woman even in her sleep. Perhaps it was the cryptic words her zanpakuto said, actually Soi was sure of it. Nanao Ise was definitely trying for bankai, and her zanpakuto was definitely letting her know something was in the way of that. What it was Soi didn't know, nor had she interest to know. But she did have an odd interest in the woman before her.
Taking off her captain's jacket Soi rolled it up, lifting Nanao's head and shifting it under her, pillow-like. As she did so she observed the unconscious woman carefully. The wrinkle in Nanao's forehead proved its permanence, the lieutenants uniform was spotless and immaculate as always, even after what must have been a long training session, and repeated attempts at bankai, but it was Nanao's expression that snagged Soi's attention the most, it was a look she saw many times, often in the mirror. It was frustration, commitment, and hopelessness all in one. It was the look of someone who wanted what they seemed to never get, and in the case of both women, that translated into power and skill, though the reasoning was probably far from equivocal.
While Soi was observing her fallen companion she noticed a distinct blue-ish pallor falling over Nanao's face, and putting a hand to her forehead her eyebrows shot up. For some reason Nanao's body temperature was dropping, and rapidly at that. Taking her jacket from under Nanao's head Soi lay it over the prone woman, shifting herself into her jacket's previous position under Nanao's head, all the while ignoring the memories and connotations associated with that particular act.
Checking Nanao's forehead again Soi was alarmed to see it was still dropping and Nanao's lips, normally red and livingly flush, was turning dark and blue - not that she had ever noticed Nanao's lips or anything of that crazy sort. Placing her hands on Nanao's shoulders and chest Soi tried to recall the kido needed to conjure a delicate flame. After an attempt of two, the tiny candle like flame appeared, but was flattened to be as wide as Soi's palm, now less of a flame, and more like a warmth. Hopefully the magic would help counteract the drop in Nanao's body temperature.
