"Jesus motherfucking Christ," the man scowled, eyes narrowing as he mouthed off to one of the captains. "Just because you have a big ego doesn't mean you get to boss me around, redhead."
"I swear, if you call me a redhead again, you won't breathe right for the rest of your unnaturally long life span!"
The petite woman watched her lieutenant and her childhood friend square off, again and again. It was the same old dance, with no outcome because she always stepped in to stop them.
"Can you two idiots get off your high horses? I asked you to come here for a reason." Her tone was sharp, purple eyes betraying the urgency of her request. Her arms were crossed against her chest, her captain's taori billowing out behind her in the spring breeze. "I think we've found Ichigo."
Two sets of eyes turned to her, shock written all over them. And she smiled.