In doing so, he accidentally brushed the sleeve of his robe against the stuffed cat on the desk.
Hitsugaya wasnÆt quite certain what happened next. All he knew for sure was the one second, he was sitting in a rather uncomfortable chair next to Soi FongÆs desk, and Soi Fong herself was not in the room. The next second he was on the floor, and Soi Fong was suddenly very much present, her foot on his chest pinning him to the floor and her sword at his throat.
ôWhat the Hell was that?ö Soi Fong asked in the most icily vicious tone Hitsugaya had ever heard.
ôWhat the-?ö the younger Captain began in confusion.
ôYou know what I mean.ö Soi Fong snarled. ôYou PAWED my representation of Lady Yoruichi. Brushed your filthy body against it. Why is THAT, Captain? Do you perhaps hold unexpressed feelings for Lady Yoruichi? Do you dream about Her divine beauty at night, PROFANE Her holy self with your disgusting eyes?! Do you DARE to dream about one day romancing Her, She who is so far above you that you are like unto an insect to Her?! Pathetic worm, you INSULT Her with your base interest! I SHOULD KILL YOU RIGHT HERE.ö
ôHoly crap!ö Matsumoto squeaked.
ôC-Captain, I have NO idea what youÆre talking about!ö Hitsugaya said in pure terror. ôI-I have no interest in Lady Yoruichiàö
Soi FongÆs foot ground into his chest even harder, and her eyes seemed to glow with wrath. ôWHY THE HELL NOT?! Are you saying that Lady Yoruichi, the most magnificent woman in Soul Societyà nay, CREATIONà isnÆt GOOD ENOUGH for YOU, the æGreat ProdigyÆ?! That rather than æwaste timeÆ on a being of perfect beauty and wonder, youÆd rather spend your days lazing around with your painted-up, over-endowed WHORE over here?!ö Soi Fong snapped, gesturing at Matsumoto (Who wisely kept her mouth shut). ôYou brutish, idiotic SLIME. I SHOULD KILL YOU RIGHT HERE.ö
