Byakuya wanted blood, and he wanted it now.
Whether it was blood or an explanation, he didn't know. But there was something inside him coiled into a knot, scorching his vision red-hot. Adrenaline beat wildly through his veins, fueled by the sight of the one face he thought he'd never see again.
Yoruichi Shihoin looked at him with cold, serious eyes, her mouth unsmiling. So unlike the young woman he remembered, always teasing and joking, candle hue eyes filled with mirth. What angered Byakuya the most, however, was not the severe shine in her gaze, but the absence of regret there.
Senbonzakura practically sang as it sliced through her, the one who had left him so long ago when he needed her most. Yoruichi's blood flecked the ground beneath them, but still he was unsatisfied.
The touch of her hand on his arm, whisper-light, seemed to flood him with ice. She had won again.
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