Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
Word Count: 261
Ookami Bound
Sharp
He was quick- but so was she.
They were both on their feet now, facing each other, one glaring without repentance and the other smiling like mad.
She had stopped his swing.
Her hand was around the blade- holding it as though it were not biting into her palm, spurring blood to drip onto his floor.
'Mistress sought to save my life and you did so, only to take it?' She cocked her head at him.
An Ookami-yokai. Why did I not see it before-the energy was unnatural! Byakuya scolded himself- desperately trying to keep his hands from shaking around the hilt of Senbonzakura.
The moonlight slanted through the shoji and made the water dazzle on her curvy form. The tips of her breasts stood at attention and the moisture dewing them made him swallow like a thirsty man.
His gaze shifted from her womanly features to her lips as she purred, 'You need only agree to an alliance, my master, and I will serve you well.'
Steel eyes grew darker with mounting suspicion, 'Yokai are infamous for their duplicity. How can I be sure you intend no harm?'
Her eyes flashed gold a moment before her hold on the silver blade disappeared.
So swift. He stared down at her now kneeling form. Her head was angled to the side, exposing her throat to the sword that had just barely followed her movements.
The gleaming eyes were closed in surrender and did not see the noble's eyes alight with further surprise.
What was he to do with this life being offered?
