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[thewhiteking]

Title: King & Princess Of The Tower
Characters: 'Shirosaki', Yachiru, Tatsuki, Ikkaku
Locale: The tower, 'Shirosaki's' cell.
Timeframe: Evening
What: Yachiru sneaks up to say hello to her friend again.
Rating/Warning: Shirosaki. Violence. Ikkaku.

It was a pleasant day outside,

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[dontmess]

Well, that was one way to handle it. Tatsuki rolled her eyes. Ikkaku would do that. Striding over to the door, she opened it all the way, a clear target space for throwing the white one back in. She felt bad for him in a very twisted, god-my-head-kills-me-you-fucker, kind of way. On the other hand, he was there for a reason, and they were security, and this was their goddamned job.

Tatsuki wondered, not for the first time, if applying for this job all of her own volition made her own sanity questionable, and then sighed.

Questioning how hard the hit had been to the pair of thick skulls, Tatsuki cracked her knuckles experimentally, before rushing over amd grabbing Ichigo's strange mirror image by his collar and kneeing him in the gut. It really wasn't fair play, but this wasn't about fair play, never had been, unfortunately.

"Don't be a fool," she said with gritted teeth as she hauled his stunned form into the room, released him quickly, and exited, slamming the door behind her, key and lock back in place with practiced speed. Eyeing Ikkaku and Yachiru, she felt a little like yelling--frustration, end of her rope sort of deal. But she managed to bite her tongue and silently step away from the door instead, brushing at some dirt on the edge of her shirt.

"We need to get new locks," she said to Ikkaku, rolling her injured shoulder gingerly.