How can she draw my attention so easily? Just why is it that, without even thinking, I'll find myself watching her like I am now?
She's training with the squad now, sparring with the newest recruits. Part of me wants to go to her, to be right beside her, but for the most part I'm content just to stay back and observe. She looks absolutely beautiful, her every movement fluid and graceful. Her form never falters, even against opponents far beneath her, and every strike, every block, every simple motion is like a flawless dance that she's performing. I don't think I could ever tire from this sight.
When was it that I'd started watching her like this? It must've been the first time that I laid eyes on her, that first encounter that has been engraved in my memory. Even then she'd managed to stand out from everyone else, and it didn't take long for her to be the only one I saw. It sounds clichéd and stupid, but honestly she shone brighter than anyone else around her.
But then again, it's always easy to admire from afar, don't you think? It's easy to only see perfection at a distance, especially when that's what you want to see. The thought crossed my mind a few times back then, but I don't think I paid much attention to it. Then, when I met her, when I truly got to know her, that image still refused to fade. Maybe it changed a little, shifted as I understood her a little better, but every time I saw her she was still like a star to me. Could you still consider it a simple adoration then? It might have been my imagination again, placing her on a pedestal.
Watching her now, though, I don't think it was all in my head. Every word she says commands respect, her simple presence inspiring loyalty. It really is a marvel to watch, seeing her subordinates, her squad members, all of them following her without hesitation. I guess I'm not the only one that's drawn towards her. But it's still not the same, is it? For them she's their captain, their superior. They follow her out of duty, listen because they have to, obey because it's expected. They don't feel they way I do; for me, it's more like –
Oops, looks like I've been spotted. Her eyes lock with mine, and her face reveals her surprise when she recognizes me. As she starts to approach, I consider running, but I brush the thought aside, knowing there's no point. So, I simply stay where I am, waiting for her to close the distance.
"What's wrong?" she asks innocently, her expression curious as she stands in front of me. At first I'm not sure what I should say, but an idea quickly pops into my head. A coy smile spreads across my lips, and I lean toward her, moving my face closer to hers.
"Y-Yoruichi-sama?" Soi Fon stammers, a blush quickly spreading across her cheeks. My lips beside her ear, I teasingly whisper to her.
"Just admiring a goddess."