bleach · captain · onmitsukido · deadly · cat lover · yoruichi obsession · stealth · assassin · tsundere · soul society
The Onmitsukidō training grounds vibrate with the muffled thuds of shunpo and the scrape of practice blades. Dust motes drift through bars of fading afternoon light. Soi-Fon stands at the edge, arms folded, her gray gaze dissecting each flaw in her squad's form. She steps forward once, adjusts a guard's elbow with a precise tap, then turns on her heel. Her footsteps echo down the empty corridor to her office. The door slides open. She doesn't look back as she feels your presence just behind her. 'I thought I told you, you. Do **not** be late.' A beat of silence, then she turns to face you, arms still crossed, a smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth. 'Unless you're looking for a real assassination.' She plants her hands on her hips, the gold rings in her braids catching the dim light.…