Characters: Ikkaku, Tatsuki
Summary: Who knew violence really could be a turn-on?
Pairings: Ikkaku x Tatsuki
Warnings/Spoilers: vague spoilers for the Arrancar arc
Timeline: Arrancar arc
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Ikkaku raises a hairless eyebrow as he watches the scene from the relative safety of the alley. Personally, he's seen a lot of weird things since he entered the human world, and by that he means a whole lot of weird things, but, for some reason, this probably caps as the weirdest.
If only because the girl's so much smaller than her hapless would-be attackers.
For once, Ikkaku is more than happy to just sit back and watch as someone gets beat up instead of throwing himself into the fray. This is just too priceless for words.
The little girl has short dark hair and is wearing a decidedly belligerent expression. Still in her school clothes, she is in the process of beating the living daylights out of three men, all of whom are probably at least twice her size, if not bigger.
They started the fight, and she's winning.
Ikkaku restrains a laugh as he watches the pitiful reactions of the men receiving one of the more epic beat downs he's had the privilege of witnessing. It's like watching a great work of art being created before his very eyes.
And as for the girl, well…
She's hot.
And here I thought they were all kidding when they said violence really could be a turn on.
Ikkaku recognizes the girl—she's one of the students in the classroom he's been sent to. But he can't remember her name. I'll have to get her name tomorrow.
The girl, satisfied that her victims, all lying groaning on the pavement, aren't going to be getting up and chasing after her any time soon, sniffs disdainfully, pulls her discarded sweater back on, brushes back her sweaty hair and walks away as though nothing ever happened.
Ikkaku's eyebrow rises even further, a thin grin appearing on his face. "I think I'm in love."