♠ mala suerte! (pyrat_xo) wrote in digitalspit,
♠ mala suerte!
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Series: Bleach/Tangled
Characters: Flynn Rider, Rapunzel, Soi Fong
Warnings: None!




She hears the quiet swish of cloth, feels the dull rush of wind across the back of her neck and Soi Fong almost lazily lifts her hand to catch a thin wrist, squeezing so the bones in it grate together and a cast-iron pan clatters to the floor bare centimeters from her toes.

She doesn’t bother trying to hold on when that hand wrenches back with a surprising amount of force and she turns around slowly to tell whoever had just tried to knock her out that they they would have to try a little harder (and maybe they should try not to do it so incompetently) next time. When the girl steps into a shaft of light and Soi Fong gets a good look at her, the first thing she says is, “You look ridiculous.”

Rapunzel frowns, pulls her hair almost protectively over her shoulder with one hand and with the other holds it almost, Soi Fong thinks idly, as she would a whip. “Who are you? Why are you here?”

“I thought this would be a good place for a dirty thief to hide.”

Bright green (oddly familiar) eyes widen at that and the girl approaches slowly. Like one wrong move would make Soi Fong try and lop off her head or something, though Soi Fong already knows that she isn't a threat.

"I'm not a thief," Rapunzel says.

"Oh really," Soi Fong deadpans. "I hadn't noticed."

"Okay, I mean I guess I don't look like a thief or anything, but I'm the only one up here... right... now. And I don't think you're supposed to be-- NO WAIT PASCAL--"

Soi Fong glances down at the lizard she had snatched out of the air just before it could glom onto her face. To distract her or as a futile attempt to try and take her down, she doesn't know or care. Her grip tightens almost harshly in warning and she ignores Rapunzel's quiet gasp. "This is ridiculous. And stupid. I'm looking for a man called Flynn Rider. He's... tall. Brown hair. He was carrying a satchel with a crown in it, that he stole. I am the head of the queen's personal guard, and I intend to return the crown to her majesty."

"I'm the only one here! My name's Rapunzel. That's Pascal. Um, what's yours?"

She ignores the question and drops him. "You named the frog?"

Pascal rolls his eyes.

"He's a chameleon, actually."

"I'm going to search this tower, and you are going to stay out of my way while I make sure neither the crown nor the thief are here, and then I will leave."

Rapunzel glances at the closet, down to the pot, then discreetly wraps her hair around the pot and settles on the chair in front of her dresser. Soi Fong looks at her impassively, approaches the closet, casually upends her chair to an indignant yelp and opens the door.

Flynn tumbles out.

Pascal and Rapunzel, both now sitting on the floor, slap their foreheads. Soi Fong resists the urge to do the same. When she reaches for his collar, she feels something wrap around her ankles and pull so she loses her balance and lands on her hands. And then something loops around her hands. And then around her waist, pinning her arms to her torso and Soi Fong finally realizes as her shoulder hits the floor that that ridiculous amount of hair could actually be controlled. This can't possibly, she thinks, be happening to me.

When Flynn starts to get to his feet, blinking through a headache, another tendril of hair snakes around his legs and also pulls him over.

"Oh," he groans with his face in the carpet, "this is gonna be a long day."

"Okay," Rapunzel begins as she retrieves the pan, "I want you two to listen real close."

Tags: @bleach, @tangled, c: flynn rider, c: rapunzel, c: soi fong
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