Yoruichi By Theobrobine New! -

“What do you want, Yoruichi?”

A whisper of movement. Not wind. Not sound. Intent. yoruichi by theobrobine

“You’re thinking too much,” she said, softer now. The playfulness dimmed, replaced by something genuine. “When you fight, you fight like a man trying to protect everyone. But to protect anyone, you must first become a beast. Unburdened. Free.” “What do you want, Yoruichi

She walked toward him, slow and deliberate. Her hand came up, palm flat against his chest, over his heart. “What do you want

Ichigo’s jaw tightened. He had been distracted. Not by the Hollow—by the way she’d laughed earlier that evening, a sound that vibrated in his chest like a cello string.