...e was an altercation later. That was the week we had to rebuild the barracks, remember?"
"Well, you do piss off Ichigo at your own risk. Come to think of it, the same could be said of you. Maybe he's some sort of masochist?"
Slumping in her chair, Soi Fon threw yet another glare at her mentor. "No, he just knows he can't be caught. He's been far too careful to disguise his handwriting and put it up when no one's there."
"So how do you know it's him?"
"Do you know anyone else who has dedicated their life to making mine a misery?"
"True. But still - "
"Every time it happens, he arrives at work with that grin."
"The one you keep telling me that you want to smack off?"
"Precisely. Why can't we go back to the days where my lieutenants quivered with fear at my approach?"
"Because for once you've got a lieutenant who's good enough. C'mon, he does his paperwork and he's great on the field, if a little battle crazy. You even said yourself that he makes a good assassin, despite the bright blue hair and inability to shut up."
"I said that?" For some reason, she couldn't recall complimenting him. She'd probably repressed that incident in order to preserve her sanity.
"I think that was even a direct quote. Look, so he's an ass. At least he's a competent one, right? Omeada was barely that, and you managed to not kill him."
"Only just", Soi Fon muttered. She had appreciated he...