...ctly little miss perfect; nothing near stuck-up or prissy. She was just Yoruichi. A woman of many talents. A woman worth all the love the world had to give. A woman he'd love to call his own...
He'd better not even cross that bridge yet.
Taking a few more steps, Ichigo glanced up, the image before him not registering until he'd smacked his head on a hanging limb.
"Yoru...Yoruichi!" He gasped, his face reddening immediately. The goddess had just resurfaced; the water splashing around her body, the sun reflecting off of the tiny water droplets.
Ichigo found himself staring; mesmerized by her beauty. The goddess opened her eyes, walking up onto land as she flipped her arms underneath her hair, her golden orbs shinning in the sun. The sun seemed to off-set her beauty even more, giving her the actual look of a goddess.
She hadn't noticed him, been too into how good it felt to be so free. Yoruichi laid back down on the blanket, sighing as she laid her head on her arms.
There was nothing like a small dip in the lake on a hot summer day.
"Gah!" Ichigo shouted, unable to control himself. The goddess merely opened her eyes slightly, smirking impishly. "Yoruichi!"
"Hello to you too Ichigo." Yoruichi grinned, closing her eyes once...