Well, this came to me last night before I went to bed. I was thinking about how I'd written Kagami and Hisagi to be in "A Rose That Won't Bloom", and how I'd come to think of Kazeshini and Kurogoke by extension. So, I thought I'd finally write a little bit with the two zanpakuto. I hope you guys like it.
Disclaimer: Bleach and all of its characters belong to Tite Kubo. I only have Kagami and Kurogoke.
A scowl curled onto his lips as he observed the woman who had appeared before him. Just who did that bitch think she was? This was his territory. She had no goddamned right to be there without his consent. Yet there she was, standing tall and smug. Like she hadn't even noticed him glowering at her. But she did notice, he knew. She was staring right at him.
She was a zanpakuto, just like he was. The manifestation of her wielder's blade. It was a kodachi, he noted somewhere in the back of his mind. She carried hers in the obi of her traditional kimono. His frown deepened at that. How in the hell could she fight in that thing? It was a black kimono with maroon and blood red fabric layered beneath it. Not to mention that stupid maroon bow holding her brown hair back.
Kazeshini continued to glower at the invader of his territory, neither of them moving. She looked bored and intrigued all at once, which annoyed the hell out of Kazeshini. But he couldn't deny that she had some guts to hold his stare like she was. Those eyes of hers were weird ones all right. Pale green, like some kind of poison. And they just stared across the empty void of his territory as she stood there like she owned the damn place.
He hated that most of all. Just because that bitch's wielder was getting all buddy-buddy with Hisagi, she thought she could come into his territory like it was her own. They continued to stare at each other for another half hour, Kazeshini scowling all the while. He could tell by looking at her that she was a fighter. Had to be if her wielder was sparring with Hisagi for this long. That was the only way she could enter his territory like this. So she was probably tough, despite the kimono. And that stare proved it. She wasn't afraid of him. Not even intimidated in the least. All the other zanpakuto were at least uncomfortable around him, but she wasn't wavering at all. He had to admit, he was impressed. Just a little. It was another ten minutes before he finally spoke.
It wasn't until after their sparring session that they had traded names. She was Kurogoke. Black widow. He vaguely remembered that those things killed their mates.
"Looks like I'm fucked."