Bleach (c) Tite Kubo
Prompt: Tongue. Courtesy of winter winds.
Blue eyes gleamed down at her sleeping form. She had left her window open…again.
"She really shouldn't do that, even if she is great at martial arts. There are a lot of creepers out there."
He wanted to laugh at the irony of that statement. Talking about creepers and here he was, standing in her room…like a creeper.
He crouched down and loomed over her, his face inches away from her own. He cocked his head to the side and studied her. She was an interesting human. She didn't have any special powers like the Quincy, or that bubbly girl, but there was still something about her, something that made her different from any normal humans he had come across.
He didn't know what it was that drew him to her. She was after all a friend of that stupid Shinigami. He should have been disgusted by her. And yet, here he was, staring at her in her room.
Perhaps it was her independence, or fighting spirit that reminded him of his own?
Maybe he found it hilarious that she beat up on the orange top constantly, and always won?
"She smells nice. I wonder what she tastes like?"
Tatsuki sat up in bed quickly, her hand on her cheek.
Her eyes scanned the room slowly, squinting into the darkness. There was nothing there. She laid back down, still suspicious. It might have just been a dream, but she could have sworn she had heard something purring, and had felt something similar to wet sandpaper against her skin.
She closed her eyes, not noticing the blue eyes staring at her just outside her window.
Author's note:
another drabble!
I decided to call it "sandpaper" since that's what a cat's tongue feels like :)
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SingingButterflyRose
ps: I highly recommend you readers read Thirteen Songbirds story "Born for Leavin'". It's her own take on the Zaraki/Original Yachiru story (the Yachiru the current one is named after to clarify)