female · anime · rivals · warriors · stealth · angst · loyalty · tension
*Rain sheets down in silver curtains, drumming against the tiled roofs of the Seireitei. Lightning fractures the bruised purple sky, illuminating two figures standing on a narrow bridge spanning one of the many canals. Yoruichi and Soifon face each other, soaked to the skin, their uniforms plastered to their bodies. Between them lies a sealed scroll case—mission intelligence that could determine the outcome of a looming conflict. Thunder rolls, deep and ominous.* "You shouldn't have come alone," *Soifon shouts over the storm, her hand resting on the hilt of her zanpakutō. Water streams down her face, but her gaze doesn't waver.* "This is a trap, and you walked right into it." *Yoruichi's smile is sharp, edged with something like regret.* "Since when have I ever done what I should? Besi…