I wonder if this is what KT thought when he assigned them names. I don't own Bleach.

"Hold still, would you?"

"I have been still for a long time, Tatsuki-chan—ow!"

"See? That's what will happen if you're moving all of the time. I swear, Orihime, long hair is nice, but does it have to be waist-length?"

"Orihime grimaced. Somehow her long hair was entangled with the wedding dress' zipper. Originally there had been a number of bridesmaids who practically swarmed her just to undo it. It was Tatsuki who had decided that they would rip her hair and suffocate her; therefore she kicked them all out. After that, Tatsuki spent minutes as gently as she could to get Orihime out of the mess. It was not an easy task, considering that she had to be more patient than usual and had to resist the temptation to just cut Orihime's hair.

"He always says that I look more beautiful with my hair long—"

"Which has always been that way since our secondary school years", Tatsuki cut, rolling her eyes. "As long as dear hubby's involved you'll probably throw yourself in front of a Hollow for all I care."

"He would do the same for me. Won't you, Tatsuki-chan?" Orihime replied testily. After years of friendship, a little banter wouldn't sever their relationship; it would just make them pass a little time in silence. Like now, when Tatsuki, sweating and gritting her teeth in determination, struggled to get Orihime's hair loose while the to-be-married woman was gazing off into space.

"It's always my hair, isn't it?"

"What are you talking about, Hime? Nothing's wrong with your hair", Tatsuki said absently, pausing to sigh in frustration.

"We first met when you stopped those boys from cutting my hair."

"Oh. Well, I can't just see people in distress and doing nothing about it."

"Then it was you who encouraged me to grow my hair."

"Uh-huh, but I just said that you should do what you want. Hah! Done!" Tatsuki cried triumphantly, finally untangling Orihime's hair and the zipper.

"And now my hair was stuck", Orihime continued, oblivious to the interruption.

"Oh, come on, there's nothing wrong with your hair...well, except that it's way too long."

Someone knocked the door and opened it, saying, "They are waiting for you, Orihime-san. Hurry up, it's almost time."

"Yes it is. Let's go, Hime."

Orihime nodded, taking Tatsuki's hand, who was smirking.

"What is it, Tatsuki-chan?" Orihime inquired in whisper as they were walking into the room.

"Oh, nothing important", the short-haired friend replied.

Tatsuki led Orihime to the altar. It was rather fitting that she was the one who led her friend to the altar and later on gave her to the groom. It wasn't just because Orihime practically had no family left. Ever since the first time they met, it had always been Tatsuki who defended Orihime in numerous occasions—with the exceptions of when Hollows were involved. Fairy tales had dragons protecting the princess until the right prince came and took her away.

Ironically, Orihime had said the same thing when she appointed Tatsuki for that position instead of the regular bridesmaid. She had also pointed out that their names were the proof of that, also that Tatsuki practically threatened to kill anyone who messed Orihime up.

Tatsuki felt a certain surge of pride when she handed Orihime to her prince charming.

The dragon had finished her duty.

Now it was the prince's turn to guard the princess.