Further Down the Rabbit Hole

Story 1: Loser

Rating: Teen for Safety
Misc: General
Pairings: None
Disclaimer: There has been no change in the ownership of Bleach, thus, I don't own it.
Summary: Isane lost, and lost, and lost, but perhaps that was better than the altenative.

Isane danced around her opponent gracefully, causing his momentum to carry him forward and beyond her. Before he could turn, she had already assumed an offensive stance, her Zanpakuto held ready to strike.

Her eyes immediately landed on the space between her opponent's first and second vertebrae. A slash there could sever the spinal cord and cause permanent paralysis, if not death. She did not lash out, however, and in an instant, her opponent had turned and faced her again.

Turning aside his downward strike with the flat of her Zanpakuto, she glanced at his forward leg. His leg was straining from the force of the strike and had stiffened at the knee. If she kicked it, the rigid nature of the knee would utterly fail to absorb the stress and would break violently. Instant victory.

Instead of kicking, she shivered and took several steps backward. Her opponent, unaware of his previous danger, bellowed and charged at her, as if she, a combat doctor, would lift an eyebrow at a person's yelling.

His Zanpakuto flashed through the air and Isane lifted her own to meet it. With the reverberate crash of colliding metal, her opponent stepped forward, using his far-superior strength to push her back.

She unwillingly realized that she had a clear shot at the man's left ventricle.

This continued as the man released a flurry of strikes, each a little more frenzied than the last. He was powerful; he was fast, and he was many things that she could never be. The fact still stood; however, that she was a doctor and, to her eyes, his body was an open book.

Strike to the jugular. Quick death due to blood loss. Not treatable.

Right Lung. Slow death due to blood pooling. Not treatable.

Left Temple. Near-immediate death. Not treatable.

She closed her eyes to dispel the images and, when she opened them again, she found her opponent's Zanpakuto hovering dangerously close to her left eye. "Good match, Isane-san," Abarai Renji said, smiling softly as he slipped Zabimaru back into his saya, "But you're too hesitant. If you see an opening you should just go for it."

Isane smiled weakly and bowed to her sparring partner, "O-Of course, Renji-san. Thank you."

And Renji wonders why Isane has never won a match.

A/N: Just a little Isane-love, everyone. Can't help but like her, can you?

This is just vthe first in acollection of drabbles I'm going to start from today. None of them'll be very long or even related, but I hope you'll like them anyway, as I'm going to be playing with my writing style and some wierd concepts. Please note, anything could come up in this collection, so I would read the top of each fic carefully. I have a second drabble typed up and I'll update it either later today or tommorow, depending when I can get on. I'm not at my house at the moment so my responses to everyone and everything will sorta-kinda suck.

This is my first drabble; however, that is no excuse for it to suck. If it does, please don't hesistate to tell me.
Please review as all feedback is appreciated.

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