Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
A/N: Here are the next five. I decided to do these on the five senses. Enjoy!
6. Sight
Sometimes, when she believes the woman isn't looking, Isane will watch her captain. Of course Retsu always knows, she just never says anything. After all, it would be pretty hypocritical for her to reprimand her fukutaicho when she does the exact same thing. Of course, Unohana never gets caught.
7. Touch
It was an old but simple tradition, passed down from one captain to another. Before any mission, touch the division insignia; touch it and remember that as long as the insignia remained, nothing could break you or your division. With the insignia came hope.
On the night Yoruichi, Kisuke, and the future Vizards fled the Soul Society, the Shihoin princess had stopped briefly in her division headquarters just to catch her breath. She glanced at the wall she had landed in front of while attempting to stop panting and froze, there it was, the black tulip surrounded by the rumbas. She ran a slim hand over the familiar pattern, bidding it a silent farewell for what would be a hundred years. Then she was gone.
8. Smell
There had never been many things that Unohana wasn't good at, a that fact still rang true if anyone cared to check. So of course when she had told Yoruichi, they had been roommates while attending the academy, that she couldn't cook, the other woman hadn't believed her. Yoruichi had argued that she always had to cook, so it was definitely Retsu's turn. Then, before the other shinigami could protest, Yoruichi was halfway out the door saying that she was going for a run and could Retsu please fix lunch? As she fully exited the apartment-like dorm room, the young Shihoin heir thought she heard her room mate mumble something that sounded suspiciously like "It's your funeral." But she dismissed it with a shake of her head, the other woman was probably just being uncharacteristically lazy.
Returning an hour later, Yoruichi opened the door to their room fully expecting a nice lunch, even if all Retsu fixed was sandwiches. What she didn't expect was the smell that hit her sensitive nose. Whatever Retsu had fixed, and Yoruichi was really wondering if the fumes weren't toxic, smelled similar to a mixture of dead animal, old dippers, and rotten eggs. Yoruichi swore to herself, holding her nose with one hand while trying to maneuver the pot of what Retsu swore was soup, that she would never let the young healer-to-be cook again.
9. Taste
It was horrible. Sort of like drinking mud and rubbing alcohol, that had been cleverly disguised as cherry cough medicine. And as Isane forced her to take yet another spoonful of the god-awful medication, Retsu made herself and her patients a solemn vow. I am definitely changing how this stuff tastes.
10. Sound
Sometimes when the darkness invaded her dreams, Yoruichi would sneak into Soi Fong's room and listen to her. No, she didn't wake the young girl up, she simply listened to the sound of the girl living. She listened to the sound of her soft breath coming in gentle waves and the sound of her strong heart pumping the life-giving blood through delicate veins. And for reasons she never could figure out, while she lay there and listened, she was at peace.
A/N: These five are extremely short, and I don't particularly like number ten, but it was all I could come up with. My personal favorite was eight, but I would love to hear your opinions.