Prompt: 001. Beginnings

First fic! I actually wrote this in February, but that's irrelevant. What is relevant is that this is for fanfic100's challenge. I've decided to post them at a different (open) livejournal, and also… here. For convenience's sake.

Ratings change per chapter, all will be set in Bleachverse (typically, before the start of the story) – just in different times.

A Hundred Years of Solitude

By Tanya Lilac

Meeting You

They had met after a captain's meeting. Lisa had been introduced to Sarugaki Hiyori and Aizen Sousuke about a week ago when she had been inducted as Kyouraku Shunsui's third lieutenant. The former had been excessively talkative, and the latter excessively polite. She'd seen some of the other captains in the past, but never like this.

"Good afternoon, Muguruma-taichou," she said, bowing. To this day, it was the first and only polite thing she would ever say to him. She had been waiting in the courtyard for her captain, idly leafing through the book she carried with her. Everyone else had left long since. Kensei stopped and turned to face her. Her fringe was parted to the left, falling neatly across her forehead to elongate her face. Her glasses, a deep crimson, seemed to hint at a fiery streak within her, even as she stood with a fairly large book held with both hands in front of her stomach. Kensei smiled inwardly at her choice of hakama – or lack thereof – few lieutenants, or shinigami, for that matter, in the Gotei 13 found skirts practical wear for their line of work.

"Yadomaru-san," he replied politely. He had heard a lot about this woman – she had a tongue sharper than a zanpakutou and had a reputation for being 'overly curious'. "I hear you … have big shoes to fill."

She arched an eyebrow, apparently unfazed by his rank. "I'll manage," she replied, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "Kyouraku-taichou was here on time today, wasn't he?"

He could only grin at her arrogance. "True. May I ask what miracle woke him from his afternoon nap?"

"I threatened to be his representative." A smirk. "Naked."

"You'll have to come up with a better excuse next time," he chuckled.

A sharp gust of wind blew through the courtyard, and Kensei caught a glimpse of her thighs before the wind died down.

"That wouldn't have been so bad," Kensei muttered to himself as she left a few minutes later, a few paces behind her captain as he continued to converse with Ukitake Juushiro.

As if she had felt him watching her, Lisa turned her head and, after seeing him from the corner of her eye like she had expected, she smirked. After a long, tense moment, she turned away again and Kensei released the breath that he had been holding.

"Not so bad at all," he murmured with a quiet sigh.