“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.”
She wasn’t there. She was behind him, her breath warm on his ear. yoruichi by theobrobine
The moonlight over the Seireitei was a pale, watery thing, but in the human world, in the shadows of Karakura Town’s abandoned warehouse district, the darkness was deep and warm. It was a darkness that seemed to breathe, to purr . “You’re thinking too much,” she said, softer now
Her thumb traced a small circle against his sternum. The gesture was almost maternal, almost intimate, and entirely Yoruichi. She gave him a final, knowing look—those gold eyes promising that the real lesson would come later, in the dark, when there were no Hollows to blame for his racing pulse. But to protect anyone, you must first become a beast
Yoruichi Shihoin.
The voice came from everywhere and nowhere. Low, amused, honeyed like spiced rum.