Chapter Six:
Close Contact
"Oh come on!" Saita growled as she again, ran from her blood crazed Taicho, who had, finally found her after five hours of chasing her around Soul Society; Only to become lost more times than not. He may have been a superior fighter but Kenpachi Zaraki had the directional skills of a tree and his pink headed Fukutaicho was no better. So if you knew your way around the streets of Seireitei and were fast enough you could easily loose the fanatical Captain of squad 11.
'Why in the hell does he want to fight me so badly today?' Saita thought with an aspirated sigh; she was getting tired of running from her Taicho; she had already hid her energy, but still that Kenpachi was still on her ass.
"Still running from Kenpachi?" A smug voice asked from Saita's right, she didn't even have time to see who it was before the shrouded person pulled her into a tight hole. Not two seconds before Kenpachi ran by, unaware of the two figures hiding in the shadows of the building.
Saita couldn't tell anything about her rescuer, except that he was a male and he was tall, at lest six foot two and that he was quite muscular and that he smelled… good, though she'd never, ever tell anyone that particular fact.
"Kami, get off me!" Saita growled, while she pushed herself as far away from her rescuer as possible, but still they were merely hairs breath away from one another and Saita did not like it, not one wee little bit. Being so close to an unfamiliar male was something Saita detested; she was not one for close contact.
"Okay." The man said carelessly, before Saita was basically thrown out of the tight spot and unfortunately she couldn't catch her balance, so she did a face pant in the dirt.
"Oh, I'm gonna kill you; you son of a bitch!" Saita snarled as she got up and grabbed Seijakusenshi's hilt, ready to fight who ever thought that they could manhandle her like a sack of potatoes.
"You're going to kill me? Really? Heh, I like to see you try." The male spoke with a mocking tone. He was still in the shadows, so Saita still couldn't make out who the person was, but what she could tell was that he was cocky and he had his arms crossed over his chest and she was quite certain that whoever it was, he was smirking and that just served to irritate Saita further.
"I just saved your ass and that's all the thanks that I get? Damn you really are an impolite bitch aren't you?" The male asked in a sour tone, as he stepped into the sunlight, only to reveal… the smirking mug of, one Renji Abarai.
"You asshole; I didn't need your help, I was doing just fine on my own! So piss off!" Saita hissed like an angry cat, before she went to turn around; she was pissed and she still wanted to keep her paycheck, so she was trying to let it go. But apparently Renji wasn't having any of it, seeing as how he grabbed Saita's wrist and tugged her around to face him rather harshly.
"Let go Mutt." The blonde girl growled at him threateningly, but Renji was enjoying her anger and he was bored and that was always a bad mix; especially when Saita was concerned.
"I don't think so. Not until you apologize and thank me politely, for helping you out." Renji smirked, he knew how prideful the small blonde was and he was going to make her at least say thanks; no one had ever heard her say that, ever and I would be a slight pride booster to hear the words come from her mouth, whether she meant them or not.
"Go to hell, monkey boy!" Saita retorted angrily, while trying to snatch her wrist back unsuccessfully. The nerve of him! The hell she was going to apologize and thank his ugly ass! She'd rather be weaponless while fighting Kenpachi, Ikkaku and Yumichika, together!
"I probably will, but you'll be coming with me." Renji smirked, before he grabbed Saita's other wrist and backed her into the wall; she had a feral looking snarl on her face and anger radiated off of her like steam, but something else was shining in her hazel-blue eyes, it was something that Renji had never seen and never ever expected to see in her… fear.