Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
Word Count: 278
A Kiss for Shelter
Little Bird
Only perhaps a half hour after greeting his dearly departed and murmuring his prayers, did his mind begin to wander.
In the captain's mind's eye he could see the play of the torches' flame on honey-brown limbs. Dark hair loosed from any confines caught the breeze of her movement, a mad tangle of thick curls that fanned around her with life of its own. She had been beckoning to him the whole time- her delicate, hennaed fingers gesturing in invitation.
Spending so many years in forced celibacy left the imagination untamed.
His eyes opened and the candlelight along the shrine set fire to the grey irises, desire sparking.
He licked his bottom lip, his eyes narrowed in calculation.
Yes, he was now aware of who she was- or more accurately what she was.
It was kismet. In his mind it made perfect sense.
"A courtesan..."
What greater sign could there be to inspire his indulgence?
In a breath he was on his feet and striding for the shoji.
He found the bird in its cage where it had been residing for some years. This system of delivering and receiving messages in the districts was perhaps antiquated, but still sufficient.
He scrawled a summons on a scrap of parchment.
The bird cheeped at him, quirking its head to the side as he undid the cage's latch.
When the animal had alighted on his proffered hand he brought it from its confines.
As he watched the messenger bird take flight into the darkness a flicker of doubt crossed his mind.
But the anticipation he felt ultimately consumed him.
AN: Once again Bya does not beat around the bush… for long. Let's see how bold he is…