Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
Word Count: 284
AN: Yay! Another fella enters the fold!
A Kiss for Shelter
No Questions
Before she could speak she was ushered to a sitting room at the back of his office with instructions: "You will wait here. My lieutenant shall accompany you back to the manor."
Soon enough a tall man with brilliant red hair was shoved into the room, the protests tumbling out in confused stutters slowly dying as he set his sights on Xochitl.
They stared at one another, standing a few feet apart now as she had risen from the seat she had taken.
This man stood over the noble in height, but oddly did not seem to hold himself as tall. His red mane was held high in a spiky tail on his head. Despite the tattoos that made up his eyebrows and winged into jagged design on his forehead, there was a boyishness to his face.
He was good-looking- which had her wondering if it was a prerequisite for shinigami.
Even with the somewhat nervous and bewildered expression on his face, one could tell he was a man bred for battle.
The man was his lieutenant- of course he was a powerhouse.
Her eyes narrowed a moment before she bent forward in a slow bow in way of greeting.
The man blinked, but couldn't help the slow crooked smile. Formal. I'd expect nothing less from a girl he associates with. Still- I think I know her from somewhere…
Xochitl frowned a bit at the contemplative gaze the man was affecting. She dropped her eyes to the floor as she spoke, "I apologize, Lieutenant. I did not wish to pull you from your duties."
He shrugged, his thumbs looping in his sash, "Eh- orders are orders." He smiled, "And it's no trouble."