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Spirits
Ain’t Always With Us
It was moments like these Kin
Urahara-Shihouin loved. She had no idea how to explain it, she just loved it.
His touches weren’t even meant to invoke her arousal, no, she knew those
touches quite well, but she found herself back on that road from the simplicity
of his arms around her after what had seemed like so long.
Maybe it was because she had
spent three out of the four days she was gone fighting a zanpakutou spirit, but
for some reason she felt like she had been away for so much longer than just
four days. It was the evening of the fourth day when she had returned, the last
of the three days meant for her Bankai training, and she was tired. Maybe tired
wasn’t doing it justice: she was exhausted. Tatsuki had let her have a
better view of her Bankai before they left, but she knew the older woman was
just trying to be nice since it was impossible to know where Kaien was without
her particular ability.
His deep breathing and slow, steady
heartbeat were like a harmony to the melody of falling waves in the background
and she found that her eyes were getting too heavy to keep open. Truthfully,
she had thought Kaien was going to jump her the second he saw her again, and
she had kind of been looking forward to it after going through Hell day after
day with Benitenchi. Coming back to that was something she wouldn’t have minded
at all. She almost wished she wasn’t so tired, but surprise of surprises Kaien
hadn’t done any of what she had thought he would do when she came back,
instead, he did the last thing she would have expected.
He had fallen asleep.
He was cute when he slept. She
thought he was handsome, gorgeous, and even more synonyms for those when he was
awake, but when he was sleeping he simply looked…cute. She didn’t know how to
explain it, he just looked…content. Happy. She wondered if he looked like that
even without her, and she was selfish enough to wish that he only looked like
that when she was by his side. His body heat made getting cold impossible and
sleep was getting increasingly harder to rebel against, but she just wanted to
stay awake and enjoy the embrace longer.
She didn’t know how he did it. He
was always so honest with her, and when he wasn’t it was usually because he didn’t
want to worry her. It had hurt to be away from him for so long, without
the safety she always felt with him close by and the warmth she could
practically feel from his feelings for her. He was like the safety net below a
tight rope; sometimes you forgot how much it meant to you until you found
yourself falling. She was as independent as they came, and he respected that,
but she could always count on him to be there if she ever fell. Truth be told,
she found herself getting uneasy without him.
She wasn’t without her own
insecurities. She had had to leave for a good amount of time and she’d be lying
if she thought males aren’t prone to temptation. He wasn’t ugly after all,
quite the opposite in her own opinion, and apparently many Arrancar too, much
to her chagrin. She was only thankful most of the Women’s Association had
married otherwise she might have been a bit more worried about a kidnapping
attempt.
She wouldn’t have put it past
them. She had heard her mother’s stories about their exploits.
He always seemed to be fine with
whatever she wanted to do, even if it involved leaving him behind. He may have
his reservations at first, but usually what she wanted always won out in the end.
Trust like that isn’t forged overnight. He made it look so easy, when even she
had trouble with some of the things she had to do sometimes, especially if it
involved being away from him. According to Asuka, and now Tatsuki, things like
that were supposed to be some of the hardest things he could do, so either he
had an incredible amount of willpower or she didn’t mean as much to him as she
thought.
Smacking herself came to mind
right then, but doing that would have woken him up, so she didn’t. She did
pinch herself though. She knew it would never, ever be the latter
of the two. He had made that abundantly clear too many times to count.
God she loved him, and she loved
him loving her.
This embrace for example. This
was his love. She nestled in a bit more comfortably and soon her battle was
lost. She would make it up to him, but for now this was exactly what she
needed.
~~~~~~~~~
The warm morning air was only
offset by the small amount of dew that had gathered on their bodies over the
night and Kin shivered a bit when she woke up slightly damp. She had slept
outdoors before, so she was used to it, but it was still a little
uncomfortable. A small noise below her triggered her memory and she found
herself not caring that she wet, even if it was barely noticeable. She was
still in his arms.
It gave her such a wonderfully
warm and fuzzy feeling inside.
She moved as carefully as she
could to move a limb off his body so she could steady herself on something
other than him, and as soon as that was accomplished she gently moved his arms
from around her. She was really awake now, and she could see the strands of
sunlight making their way over the horizon’s hills. Ignoring the crick in her
back as she did so, Kin stood up and stretched her arms above her head with a
happy sigh. That had been a great rest.
She walked over to the water’s
edge and jumped a bit at the colder temperature of the liquid as it hit her
toes, but it was still very reasonable for such an early hour. She had never
seen a lake quite as clear as this one before, and she couldn’t even see any
foliage of large rocks on the lakebed. How clear it was was only emphasized by
the fact that she could see that. The water was as motionless as glass,
and it was absolutely breathtaking. How something like this had come into
creation she wondered, more so since the water itself seemed to tingle with
traces of her fiancé’s spiritual pressure, and not just residual either. It was
like the water itself had come directly from him. Her brain snapped to
awareness.
Nejibana.
She giggled at the thought. Yeah
right! For Nejibana to reach this kind of volume it would take…! She
stopped and sighed. Then again, this is Kaien we’re talking about
here…I wouldn’t put it past him…. Who the other people were in her thoughts
was up for evaluation, but it didn’t really matter, she had other ideas as to what
to do with the lake in front of her. She had done this in the training area,
but that place was completely secluded and there was no chance of anyone
getting in undetected.
Still…the thought of getting
caught did give a delightful deliciousness to the whole idea. It was still in
the very early reaches of the morning, so the risk wasn’t too great.
One by one she discarded her
clothing and set her zanpakutou on top of the pile until she stepped nude into
the crystal clear water. She shivered a bit at first as the cold shot right
through her and turned her nipples to diamond hard peaks, but she continued in
until she was completely submerged and swimming. The water felt great on her
bare flesh as it slid through the ridges of her body and the feel of it
directly against her womanhood wasn’t entirely unpleasant. She hadn’t planned
on making skinny-dipping one of her things to do in Soul Society, but as
circumstances were, she wasn’t going to complain. It was her first time doing
it too, other than the hot spring in the training area, but that was meant to
be used naked.
She stopped near the middle of
the lake and slicked her wet hair behind her ears as she looked over at the
rising sun. It was going to be a beautiful day, and here at least she was
allowed to appreciate the changing of the days. In the training area it was
always mid-afternoon. On a whim she turned to look back at the beach, and she
froze when she saw Kaien sitting up and simply lounging forward with a hand
under his chin. He was simply sitting in place with a whimsical look on his
face and yet she could practically feel his glowing yellow eyes boring
into her. She started to swim back so she could see him better, and as she did
so she could see the remnants of sand sticking to his shoulders. She chuckled;
his entire back was probably coated with sand. She stopped when she could put
her feet on the ground again.
“Care to join me?”
He blinked as if he had just been
broken out of a trance and stood up to start walking to the water’s edge with
his cut-off hakama pants on. There hadn’t been any swimsuits for him, so he had
just grabbed a pair of the standard black hakama and cut them off. His were
white after all, and wet white was as good as no covering at all.
“Uh uh uhhhhh,” she drawled
teasingly with a finger shaking back and forth for effect. “No shorts allowed.”
His eyes widened and he gulped
nervously. “B-But what if someone…”
“Let ‘em look!” she replied
confidently. “You’re all mine.” His eyes darkened lustfully at that, and
now it was she who gulped. She remembered that look. She loved that
look. She eagerly took in the show as he calmly undid the obi keeping the
hakama shorts in place and they quickly fell to the ground, where his boxers
soon followed.
Hey, he may be in Soul Society,
but he wasn’t about to change his underwear for fundoshi anytime soon. That
just looked plain uncomfortable. He was still nervous even though his
impressive reiatsu detecting abilities hadn’t picked up anything within close
range of them. He didn’t know why he was so self-conscious, he just was.
Maybe he was just a bit more reserved than his wife-to-be.
A laugh broke from his mouth
unexpectedly. Captain Obvious maybe? He thought with a silly grin over
his inner mind. Had he known about it, he would have been able to relate the
situation to Ichigo’s encounter with Yoruichi in the hot springs. When it came to reservations
they were like two sides of the same coin. It still meant they were on
completely different sides.
Kin was taking in his nude form
with hungry eyes. Granted, the romantic lighting of Christmas Eve had
been great to see him in, but this was the first time she had ever seen him
nude in clear daylight. Unwittingly she licked her lips. He looked just as good
as he had then, though the blush on his face was far more pronounced now. She
was surprised by his lack of goosebumps when he stepped into the water, and her
mouth watered when she saw his pectorals harden just like hers. His left arm
stood out far more than any other part of his body, but that was because of the
black ink tattooed over his many scars. The odd contrast of black and white
between the ink and the rest of his skin gave him a surprisingly balanced look.
She saw him grin at her as he swam out to where she was, and a tiny jolt of
uneasiness swept through her. She knew that look too.
He dunked himself under and the
next thing she knew the water had shot up where he had disappeared and a pair
of arms had been wrapped under her breasts from behind. She yelped in surprise
and the feel of a completely nude body pressing intimately against her, but his
chuckle as he nestled his chin into the crook of her neck melted any tension
from her.
“You forget that water is my
element,” he whispered huskily and gently nibbled on her ear. She shivered at
the pressure that went straight to her sex and her toes curled. Where the
blushing boy she had just seen on the beach had gone she had no idea, but she
couldn’t have been bothered to look, she loved this part of him too.
He was right, and she knew it.
They were opposites in more ways than one. He was the water to her fire, the
white to her black, the reason to her spontaneity. But, he was all hers,
and she was all his. Their love balanced each other out.
Since the water made their bodies
so slick she was easily able to turn in his grip until she was face to face
with him, her large breasts squishing against his hard chest. She winded her
arms around his neck and twined her fingers together behind his head as they
just stood there, holding each other nude in the water. She could feel his
rapidly hardening manhood pressing against her, but that only made her desire
grow. His hair was pasted back against his head and droplets of water were
beading down his wet skin and every so often into his bright yellow eyes that
drew all the more attention with the dark tattoos under them.
He raised a hand to slick the wet
hair that had fallen out of place back behind her ears and the touch lingered
down her back through all of the soaked golden strands. He was entranced by her
eyes, by her hair, by her body, by her soul. He just couldn’t look away.
“You look so beautiful…”
She smiled warmly. “Handsome and
a smooth talker, you’re a dangerous combination.”
Part of her was surprised and
part was aroused when his hands gripped her butt firmly and hiked her up to his
eye level, to which her legs had instantly responded and wrapped around his
hips, pressing them together even more intimately than before. Since her arms
had already been around his neck there was nothing awkward about the position,
and staring directly into his eyes made even more moisture gather at her folds.
His hands were still holding her firm ass and she loved it; any other situation
she may have slapped him, but this was what she wanted. He seemed to sense the
conflicting feelings of bliss and confusion as she seemed to think about how
she wanted her body to respond, even though it was already rebelling against
her.
“You love it, admit it,” he
responded slyly, to which she made a face at him. She rolled her hips into him
and laughed when he stumbled in place as she ground her womanhood into his
erection.
“You admit it,” she
replied cattily with an equally smug grin.
He pulled his hips back just
enough for his hardened flesh to slip between her thighs and she gasped when
his large shaft slid between the cleft of her ass, so close to her slit and yet
so far away at the same time; just enough to torment her. “You never need to
ask for that, if loving you requires an admission I’ll shout it from the
rooftops.”
She blushed at the corny line. “You
damn sap…” she breathed as her eyelids flickered and she pushed her head closer
to his.
He grinned as he leaned forward
to meet her. “I know you love it…”
Her only reply was a soft moan as
their lips met softly, and the tension that had been building for the past five
days finally snapped. He rubbed himself against her and her head fell back limply
when he started kissing down her wet neck to the hardened nubs protruding from
her breasts. He knew they were one of the most sensitive places on her body and
he coaxed the pleasure into her slowly by dragging his tongue along the hard
peaks one after another while kneading the neglected one with just the amount
of pressure he had come to know she liked. She bit into his shoulder to try and
muffle the sounds that wanted to escape her mouth and unlike his human body,
the Ierro of his spiritual form didn’t give way under her teeth’s assault and
simply halted her noise.
She gave a low whine when he
moved his hand away from her breast but that quickly turned into a shrill
screech when he unexpectedly pinched her clit as he continued rubbing against
her. The noises she made, even when trying to keep quiet, were the most erotic
things he had ever heard and he was so hard he was throbbing. She panted
against his shoulder as she struggled to keep her legs wrapped around him.
“Please…inside me…now…” She wanted it so badly she wasn’t sure if any of
the liquid covering her sex was the water of the lake. She had been waiting
days for this, foreplay could wait for another time.
Their half-lidded eyes barely
made contact before they were kissing again, and with a slight adjustment and a
push of their hips against each other they were joined. Her body cried in
relief as it was penetrated and the fullness that she had been missing ever
since Christmas Eve returned. It was like she had eaten and would never be
hungry again, like part of her soul had returned. She nearly wept at the beauty
of it all.
Electricity exploded across her
eyes when he started moving and her inner walls were assaulted by his heated
flesh and the occasional jolt of cold water that followed it in. It was
indescribable. His hands had a death grip on her firm behind and he was using
that to help her along with her grinding motions towards him as he moved to meet
her. Her fingers were going numb, her toes were moving ways she wasn’t sure
they were supposed to move, and her brain had shut everything out but the
mind-blowing pleasure ripping through her like a violent wave.
His legs were trembling but
thankfully the water eliminated a good deal of their weight from his care, so
he was still able to thrust in as hard as he could while supporting the both of
them. She felt even tighter than their first time if it was possible, or maybe
he was just too aroused to make any comparisons accurately. She was flexing around him, squeezing him
harder each and every time he tried to withdraw, and it was sending his mind
reeling. Even in a position where he was responsible for most of the movement,
she still bucked into him as hard as she was able and it was absolutely
incredible. The small, powerful body of his lover and fiancé panting lustfully
against him as their bodies joined harder and harder was intoxicating,
breathtaking, world-tilting, all consuming.
He couldn’t feel himself anymore,
all he could feel was them.
He buried his head in her chest
to try and hide the sounds breaking past his sealed lips. Instead he used those
lips to suck the dark flesh closest him and the sounds that were still being
created vibrated against her skin and sent her into shivers against him. It was
so hard to hold on, but he couldn’t allow himself to lose it until she had. He
wasn’t one to let his lover go unfulfilled.
Kin was feeling lightheaded. The
growing pleasure had turned into what could only be described as an
alcohol-induced buzz that made her lose her sense of self. Her entire body was
on fire, pulses of magma had replaced her blood and it was only worsened with
each shockwave that originated from her nether-regions. She couldn’t tell if
she was crying or not, the overwhelming emotion was just too much for her to
handle. She could feel her saliva falling from her open mouth as she panted for
the air that just wouldn’t come, and she could feel the coil of tension that
had been winding ever tighter within her reach that long-desired breaking
point.
Her entire body convulsed and she
bit his shoulder even though the scream could still be heard in near-perfect
clarity. The skin beneath her teeth gave way under her vice-like hold and the
metallic taste of his blood met her lips. The second that viscous liquid met
her tongue it was like every sense had been heightened, like every nerve had
been dipped in liquid lightning, like her sense of being had expanded beyond
herself and zeroed her in on everything happening to her body in the
third-person. It was frightening, it was indescribable, it was incredible.
When Kin’s teeth did the
impossible and broke through his Ierro, Kaien lost any sense of rational
thought that might have been left in him. He was too far gone, there was no way
he was holding back after that. When her inner muscles tightened down on him
and went into tremors he knew she was there, and he willingly let go as the
orgasmic relief they had both been searching for flowed through them.
She came. She came so hard so
many times she lost count. Her body shivered and shook in his grip as his body
went rigid and his own orgasm washed into her and warmed her insides as his hot
breath dried the skin of her neck. She felt dizzy, numb…and absolutely
wonderful. Her whole body was tingling in the aftershocks of her climaxes and
he was still inside her. They were both gasping for breath and waiting
for their sanity to return and they were in the middle of a lake of all
things.
“We…have to do…this again…sometime…”
she panted out hoarsely.
Kaien grinned contently as he
continued to struggle for his lost breath. “I would certainly…hope so. We
are…getting married…after all…”
She punched his shoulder feebly
even though she had laughed at his joke. She could barely move, but at least
now she could breathe. “I meant the lake part!”
He leaned over and nibbled on her
ear hungrily. “I know,” he said lowly as he pulled back his hips and jarred
into her again, earning a high-pitched gasp of surprise. “I’d do it anywhere…”
another thrust, and her low groan of satisfaction only proved to make him
harder. “…anytime…” again, and she buried her head back into his neck, where
her bite marks had already healed. “…you don’t have to worry about that.” He
reached down to their joined bodies and rubbed her clit; he loved her face as
it scrunched up in so much pleasure it almost looked like she was in pain. His
own situation wasn’t any better, but right then he could focus on her solely.
She whimpered as he continued his
assault. It felt like she was a helpless victim of the incredible feelings
washing through her. She had a high pain tolerance, a very high pain
tolerance, but pleasure was another matter altogether.
She managed to get enough air to
get out one last coherent sentence before their world dissolved again. “Good to
know.”
Next time, she’d pay him back.
For now, she surrendered.
And from the shoreline, two
zanpakutous hummed happily.
~~~~~~~~~
The Thirteenth Division
headquarters was bustling, as the short break instituted by Center Forty-Six
had run out two days ago. Hollows didn’t take breaks—not that they knew of
anyways—and the regular hustle was back in the military establishment. Of
course, most of the days were lax, but being that there had just been a holiday,
many had obligations to catch up on and that was the reason for the unusual
hurry of the day.
Kaien resisted the urge to laugh
as he ate lunch with Kin and his sisters. It really did feel like he was back
home, as disconcerting as it was. If all had gone well then their father would
be done his paperwork today, but being that he hated deskwork with more of a
passion than nearly anything else, they doubted it. He hadn’t known it was
possible to start a day off so well, but now that the bar had been set so high
he didn’t know what he was going to do. Waking up to Kin every morning didn’t
hurt either, even without the physical intimacy.
“Well don’t you look
cheerful today. Honestly, you’re like a little kid that had his favorite toy
taken away and he finally got it back…” Tsukiyomi looked over at Kin
for a second, “Sorry, don’t take that personally.”
Kin shrugged. Someone could have
walked up to her, hit her in the face, and she would have just smiled and said
‘thank you’. She was feeling way too happy right then to care about anything.
In fact, it almost looked like she was drunk. “Meh, comparisons are boring
anyway. I probably would’ve said straight out he missed me and he’s glad I’m
back,” she stated matter-of-factly as she drank the rest of her milk with a satisfied
mmh.
Kaien winced. “You guys remember
I’m right here, right?”
Tsuki eyed him mirthfully with
her dangerous perpetually-Hollowized orbs. “Of course. It’s no fun
talking about you behind your back.”
He groaned in response.
“Was he really that bad?”
Unlike her sister, Masaki had her
brother’s side. Tsukiyomi had a feeling of something like it, but Masaki could
only imagine what it would be like to have Ikki torn away from her for any
length of time. Even if it was impossible since they shared a body, the thought
alone scared her. “You don’t know the half of it, but I can’t blame him. If I
was in love with someone and they had to leave just like that I would be a
little depressed too.” Kin understood what she was saying, but just a few
seconds later Masaki had raised her hand and pinched her own cheek. “OW!!” She
complained loudly. “Okay okay!! If the person I loved had to leave just
like that I would be a little depressed too. Jeez! You’re such a little kid!”
It would seem the youngest
Kurosaki was literally having a fight with herself.
Kin was forcing back giggles.
“D-Does this h-happen often?”
Tsukiyomi smiled her usual,
enigmatic smile that seemed like it would befit a wise noblewoman more that it
would a teenage girl. How she pulled it off then only spoke more of her charm. “Quite.
Usually only when she forgets to control herself though. It isn’t easy for Ikki
to take control of a body part so easily otherwise.” And she too
chuckled lightly.
Masaki glared half-heartedly at
her sister while she held her own hand down against the table. “Oh be quiet! It
doesn’t happen that often!”
Kaien smirked. “Only when she
forgets that Ikki considers herself her lover. That’s when she tries so
hard to make her presence known.” Masaki’s face turned a bright shade of red
and she sputtered at her brother’s forthrightness. Whether it was the truth or
not she would never tell, but hearing her normally shy—when it came to things
of the romantic realm—brother talk about something like that so casually had
really done a one-over on her. Thus, she seemed absolutely mortified when her
hand unexpected reached up and flipped off her older brother.
She slapped her hand down faster
than Kin had thought possible.
“How quaint,” he said
sarcastically. “Love you too, Princess.” To Kin’s surprise, Masaki’s face went
ever redder, and it didn’t look like it was because of rage.
“Quit it Ikki, you’re
embarrassing me!” Masaki whispered, quickly becoming mortified herself.
“What’s that all about?” Kin
couldn’t help but ask through a chuckle of her own. Tsuki didn’t seem to have
any mercy in her, not even to her sibling judging from the wry grin on her
face, and Kin might have thought she wasn’t even capable of it had she not seen
her emotional in the past.
“Ikki’s weak to pretty-boys
that call her anything endearing. Byakuya-sensei complimented her on her
Shunpo once and called her the same thing because of our status you-know-where,
and you would have loved to see how red she went! I still haven’t seen anything
funnier to date!!” Masaki was up and over in an instant with her hand
over her laughing sister’s mouth, as red as ever.
“Shut up! What if someone hears
you!?”
That wasn’t what they should have
been worried about right then.
“Ah, so this is where the strange
reiatsu has been coming from. Quite a mystery how that Ukitake keeps finding
such anomalies! My my!”
They all froze in place. The
voice was high and scratchy, calculating to its very core, and frightening
above all else. How a voice could belong to anyone they had no idea, but they
all suspected it was a very bad thing that they had met up with the owner of
aforementioned voice. They looked to the source and found that the appearance
of the man was just as vile as the sound made by his body. He looked like some kind
of failed fusion between a clown and a demon, gaining both attributes in the
colorful, yet menacing appearance. His blue hair was tied down like ram’s horns
on the sides of his head and the gaze of his merciless amber eyes seemed like
it could be felt. They didn’t know if his face was painted or if it was just
another unnatural aspect of him, and they didn’t care to find out which it was.
His eerie smile was toothy and wide, grinning for all intents and purposes like
a mad scientist.
Ironic, how that particular descriptive
came to mind.
Even Tsukiyomi felt a cold chill
run down her spine as she looked at the menacing captain, zanpakutou in its
regular place, oddly set in front of him. It was just plain…creepy. They had no
idea who this particular person was, just that he was a captain, and one they
hadn’t met before at that.
“H-Hello...um…Captain. H-How can
we help you?” Masaki said, as calmly as she could. It wasn’t very convincing.
He didn’t answer her, instead the
man that seemed to tower over the sitting group leaned down with a hand on his
chin as he looked at her curiously. “Hmmm, you have interesting reiatsu too,
though the abnormality is a lot harder to detect than this girl here…how
peculiar…”
She was sure his eyes were doing
things to her, she just couldn’t tell what. They were so cold, calculating,
like he saw her as nothing more than a sack of meat with new spices never
before seen inside. The orange-haired Kurosaki tried not to cringe openly. He
was too close, it was almost like he could see right through her. Tsukiyomi on
the other hand was getting visibly annoyed with the strange male so close to
her sister. “Just because you’re a captain doesn’t mean you can do
whatever you want to people you meet, mister. I’d recommend you back away.”
Inwardly, she flinched when the eyes of the blue-haired man fixated themselves
on her without even turning his head. There was definitely something unnatural
about him. Luckily for her, her usual impassiveness didn’t change outwardly.
“Ahhh, so here’s the source. How
strange, it would appear you are constantly in that…what did that kid call
it...? Ah yes, White Transformation was it not? Your reiatsu is nearly
identical to the Arrancar and Vizard, yet subtly different. How absolutely
fascinating, a transformation of this magnitude should be impossible, since the
spirit within couldn’t possibly last that long even when completely beaten into
submission…hmm. Girl, how would you like to come back to my laboratory? I’ll
give you special treatment the likes of which I have only offered one other!”
A white eyebrow started
twitching. “In what reality do you think I’d agree to that? You’re c—”
Her words died in her mouth as his death-like finger traced the side of her
face.
“Wonderful! Such soft skin can
have such a dense concentration of reiatsu! Surely you more than outmatch even
some of the former Espada!”
The compliment was drowned out in
the fear he instilled naturally. Even the ice-blooded Tsukiyomi was having a
hard time keeping down her food at the man’s actions, and she found that she
could barely move. She wanted to hit him, but something in her was frozen, the
sense of fear activated by intense reiatsu within her wouldn’t let her move. He
was strong, but she wasn’t sure in what sense. He certainly didn’t look
strong, but he was obviously intelligent, especially when it came to
discernment of reiatsu. If that was the case though, why did it take him so
long to detect her? She was just confused. Confused, humiliated, and slightly
scared.
The air seemed to change the
second he touched her, because the chill that ran down her spine this time was
from a fear she knew very, very well. It wasn’t reiatsu, it was the plain
intention to kill, and just like she felt, it was very, very strong.
Captain Kurotsuchi looked over in
curiosity at the feeling that had even his spine tingling. The young man
he found himself looking at had glowing yellow eyes that were practically
radiating death, and a scowl and likeness he knew all too well. “Hmm, no doubt
you’re the brat’s son, aren’t you? How such an irresponsible young man like him
was made a captain I’ll never know, even after years of research. How delightful,
so many interesting subjects in one day! I have to applaud you boy, I didn’t
even know you were there!”
Kaien was trying to keep his
anger in check, but he was failing miserably. “You will back away from my
sister right now, or so help me I will beat you so far into the ground my
dad’ll have to dig you up just so he can beat you back down.”
The captain’s eyes moved in ways
that weren’t human, and overall it could only be said that he seemed bored
with the threat. He did remove his hand from Tsukiyomi’s face though, and stood
to regard the oldest child. “So I take it you’re the oldest out of the three of
you…” He trailed off as he fixed his stare on Masaki again, before changing to
Tsukiyomi, and then Kaien once again. “Failed products, the both of you. I
don’t even know how you’ve managed to live this long.”
Kin watched as all three of the
Kurosaki children went white, before red with outrage.
“And what, pray tell, would you
be referring to?” Kaien gritted out. Now he knew why his father was so easily
moved to hurting the man rather than trying to reason with him.
The captain sighed like a
frustrated teacher. “Failures, you and the white girl are failures. You’re like
prototypes! You!” he said pointedly, directing his gaze back to Masaki, “would
be the one I would dare to assume was born last, correct?” Ashen, Masaki nodded
wordlessly. “Your reiatsu is the one most stable out of all of you, and though
dangerous, it should pose no threat to your life. No doubt there are
circumstances I could only discover through experimentation involved, but this
is my best hypothesis at the moment.”
Kin was getting worried now, and
the buzz of happiness had been all but completely killed within her. Where
is he going with this? Even I had a hard time telling who was born when out of
Tsuki and Masaki….
The clown-like maniac looked over
at Tsukiyomi. “You, your power is impressively contained, young lady, I will
give you that. Judging by how hard you try to keep up that emotionless demeanor
of yours only goes to further my assumptions. I’m not one to base my thoughts
on improvable speculation, but for the time being I will humor you. That power
of yours isn’t nearly as stable as this girl’s, in fact it’s almost like a
fusion just over half-completed.” The girl in question’s normally slim eyes
widened. “Ah! Such a promising response! Getting information in this manner is
not my usual method, but I have to say it does give rather incredible results
for such simple wordplay. You are at odds with not only others but also
yourself, and from your appearance I would hazard a guess that that may actually
be literal. Indeed, you are a fascinating creature, your force of will must be
astonishing…how I would love to make a woman like you scream…”
Tsukiyomi was seconds away from
whimpering. “”G-Get away from me…” even her words lacked her
usual strength. She was clearly unnerved.
“And you…” he started as
he shifted his demonically happy face over to Kaien, “…are without a doubt the
first-born.”
Kaien smirked arrogantly. “What
tipped you off genius? I don’t look their age do I?”
Captain Kurotuchi ‘tsk’ed
and rolled his eyes in a manner that was impossible to any normal human being.
“Trivial my boy, I wouldn’t dare base my theories on something as inaccurate as
appearance! No, no, nooo, you’re the first-born because out of all of
you you’re the one most volatile!”
Kin didn’t know what to make of
the way her fiancé suddenly went rigid.
“The white girl here is unsteady,
but corrections wouldn’t be impossible for her to perform herself given the
right circumstances I would have to suppose. You however, have gone one
step further than her. You may be able to show your emotions outwardly,
but the fact that your reiatsu is hidden so completely every waking
moment means your power is even more unstable than hers. Of course that’s only
conjecture at this point, and the screams of men are far too unsatisfying for
me to bother otherwise, but it’s tempting I do admit…”
Kaien had gone a very pale shade
of white, and if she was asked Kin would have said that this was the most
shaken she had ever seen all three siblings at one time. They were falling for
everything the captain in front of them was saying like naïve children. Even if
it was true, Kin had been taught better than to respond to the words of someone
like him. She had been warned about the man in front of them by her father
personally, and what she had heard she hadn’t liked. He was brilliant, but
crazy beyond redemption.
Yet, even when she thought it was
over, he continued. “How would I label you…?” Even she went white at that. “Ah!
Interim Existences! How, I have no idea, but you have all clearly been skewed
on the deepest spiritual level possible. You, orange brat, seem to have found
some way to return to relative normalcy, but seeing how you were obviously born
at the same time as your sister is a truly disturbing conundrum. How you’re so
different from your siblings is positively startling, but somehow you found a
way to complete yourself, and judging on your reaction it seems it was without
even your own knowledge.”
Kin was now starting to get
seriously annoyed. He was playing with them, talking to himself like he was
talking to them without the smallest regard for their existence. He treated
them like lab rats while standing right in front of them!!
“Interim…Existence…?” Her head
shot over to Kaien as the words came from his mouth. He seemed honestly
disturbed by the evaluation of himself.
“Thank you for repeating it so I
know you understood me, such a wonderful specimen! Indeed, the orange brat is
the only one of you to have her ‘final form,’ if you would excuse the term,
even if it would still seem slightly insecure. Your reiatsu is like a book into
your lives to anyone with the proper ability, but I’ll admit I have never encountered
a reiatsu so…distorted, before. Powerful, but still distorted. You two,” he
continued, pointing to Kaien and Tsukiyomi individually, “are still far from
complete. Judging from your age girl, I’d estimate another six years; but you
boy, since it looks like you’re about to lose control of yourself any minute
now, I would guess you have another year, at most.”
The atmosphere itself froze
around them. Even Kin wasn’t able to keep the blood in her head at that, and if
Kaien had been close to losing control before, that too had stopped in solid
disbelief. Masaki was the only one who could gather up enough air to speak
normally. “Wha-What are you talking about?”
“Hmm?” the freakish captain made
the noise with a raised eyebrow, if what he had could be called eyebrows before
he flickered in place, then looked at his finger curiously. “I was talking
about their life expectancy of course. You should be fine, better than fine
even going on the strength and potency of your reiatsu, but these two will
probably end up dead before they even hit twenty. It’s hard to tell with the
boy since his reiatsu is hidden so well, but just from the stability of his
Ierro when I touched it, he can’t have more than two years left. It’s almost
like his blood and body are incompatible with each other. Hmm, I haven’t seen
something like that since the initial attempts at Hollowization by Aizen…resulted
in complete evaporation of the spiritual form that did! It’s like your reiatsu
has been forced to change and grow repeatedly by an outside stimulus…hmm…”
In an instant Kin was behind the
captain with her sword at his throat. Tears were falling from her eyes, but
they were narrowed in hatred at the man that had so casually waltzed up to them
and thrown their lives into disarray. “You have some nerve talking like that
when you have nothing to base your assumptions on. Things must have been going
well for you these past hundred so years Mayuri, for you to start doing
experiments without physical applications.” Her voice was a cold as death and
twice as threatening. Only his eyes turned to regard her, and when they did all
they did was roll.
“I knew that mop of hair looked
familiar.” He sighed dramatically. “To what do I owe the pleasure of meeting
the daughter of the great Kisuke Urahara?”
Kin grit her teeth and tried to
stay calm. She could kill him right now and not even break a sweat, but he
didn’t seem in the least bit worried.
“I’m surprised you’re as balanced
as you are. Such dense reiatsu and yet such control! I’m impressed girl, you certainly
are you’re parents’ daughter. Your reiatsu is all over the brat, did you come
over here because of what I said? Your parents would never rise to such a trivial
provocation.”
Her grip on her sword tightened.
“You…”
He merely laughed and swatted her
sword away from his neck, uncaring of the blood now flowing down his hand. “Hmm,
I didn’t expect your sword to have so much reiatsu in it. You continue to
impress me girl. I’ll leave you alone now kiddies, I’ve been aware of your
father’s plan for quite some time now. Once I’ve got my daughter back I’ll be
sure to pay you a visit.”
“W-Wait!”
Mayuri stopped with a frown.
“Hmm? What, I’m bored now. It was quite entertaining watching your reactions,
so thank you. By the way, white girl, it shouldn’t be too difficult for you to
fix yourself if you try hard enough, but I doubt anyone without my expertise
would be able to discern the base of your problem. Come see me when you want to
know, I’ll extend my special offer to you one more time only. You boy,” he said
with a wide grin, “…enjoy what time you have left.”
And just like that, he was gone.
With only seconds to spare it
would seem, because not even ten seconds later the shocking orange-haired head
of Ichigo Kurosaki had sped into the room. “I felt him here! Where’s that
bastard! Are you all alright!?” It was only after he asked that did he realize
it hadn’t been necessary. Anyone would have been able to tell how his children
were just from looking at their faces. “Hey guys, what’s wrong?”
“Six years...”
Tsuki breathed quietly. “He said I only had six years left to…”
Even the emotionless Tsukiyomi was tearing up, and she couldn’t even finish her
sentence. Kaien simply hadn’t moved, not once, but his hands were shivering.
“Left to what, sweetie?”
“Shut up…”
Ichigo raised his head, he was
sure he had heard something, but Kaien had never said anything like that to
him, ever. It couldn’t be what he had thought it was. “Excuse me?”
“SHUT UP!!!!” Kaien
screamed, and shook everyone in the room. His eyes were almost completely taken
over, and they hadn’t felt a thing. “If he could tell after being around us
for five minutes, you and Mom had to have known!!!! You knew and you didn’t
tell us!!!!! I-I can’t believe this! I HATE YOU!!!!!” And he took off
running.
Ichigo was up in a second and
about to give chase when Kin caught his arm. He looked over at her with
confusion and worry painted all over his face. “Let me go, I have a promise to
fulfill.” As soon as she was done talking, she was already gone.
What just happened? Ichigo
thought confusedly. Something had happened, and he had no idea what. He knelt
down beside his twins and put a hand on each of their knees as he looked up at
the faces. “Come on girls, what’s wrong? You look like you just heard the world
was going to end…” He trailed off as he saw the black tears falling from
Tsukiyomi’s eyes, and she threw herself at him. He caught her as best he could,
and she started crying into his shoulder right after. He patted her back while
he looked over at Masaki for some kind of explanation.
“C-Captain Kurotsuchi was just
here. He…he said that, g-going on our reiatsu…I’m…Ikki and I…we…we’ll be the
only one that’ll live past twenty,” she said shakily, fighting off tears
herself.
Ichigo’s eyes couldn’t have
gotten any wider. “Ma-Mayuri said that!?”
“Is it true!?” she asked
instantly, and his eyes impossibly widened further. “Kaien’s right! If he could
tell that much just from our reiatsu then Mom definitely would have known!! Is
it true!?”
A sad feminine voice sighed
behind them. “Knowing and being able to do something are two very different
things. Yes, we knew,” Tatsuki said as she sat down beside them and hugged
Masaki close to her, already knowing what would happen when she did. True to form,
she started weeping silently. “Hey now, it’s not the end of the world. I said we
couldn’t do anything about it, but we’ve always known that it’ll have to be you
to pull yourself together. You’ve got plenty of time, and we both have had
faith for as long as you’ve been alive that you’ll find a way. We just didn’t
want to tell you like this…”
Masaki glared up at her
mother. “Kai’s almost nineteen! When were you going to tell us!?”
Tatsuki cooed softly to her
daughter and ran her hand down her soft orange hair comfortingly. “He has
everything he needs now, but ultimately it’s all up to her. We’re your parents,
we would never let our children die before us. Never.”
Masaki just seemed all the more
confused. “Who’s her? What do you mean!?”
“I can’t tell you darling, but trust
me, relax. Everything will be alright. No one’s going anywhere, and Tsuki will
find what she needs soon enough. We just have to have faith in her.”
“But why? Why am I
the only one??”
The former tomboy sighed
painfully. “You had already found what you needed. Masaki…you and Tsukiyomi
weren’t twins, yo-you were triplets. By the time we knew something was wrong
your other sister was already…already…” She couldn’t bring herself to say it,
it was too painful.
“It was a stillbirth,” Ichigo
finished softly, to Tsukiyomi and Masaki’s gasps. “It was very early in the
pregnancy, and we still don’t know what happened to cause it, but she died in
the womb. With you two still developing we could only wait until you were ready
to be born to take out the body, but when we had the next ultrasound…she was
already gone.”
Masaki felt like she was going to
throw up.
“Are…are you saying…I absorbed
my…my dead sister’s body?” She felt sick just at the thought.
“You were all so early in the
developmental stages it was impossible to tell, but there is the possibility
that…that you were once more Hollow than Tsuki. If…if her body was what you
needed to survive…you probably took it without even realizing.”
Masaki froze in place as
something occurred to her. “Ikki....” she whispered hoarsely. “That’s how
Ikki’s able to come into our world!!! That’s why she isn’t like a normal
Hollow!!”
Ichigo and Tatsuki stiffened.
They had never thought of that possibility before, but it did make sense. It
made too much sense. Ichigo stood with Tsukiyomi still in his arms as his
reiatsu started flaring around them. He was so mad, but it wasn’t at them. No,
it was at the person that had earned his ire in the first place.
Mayuri Kurotsuchi.
He set down his daughter in Tatsuki’s
arms, even though the white-haired girl didn’t want to let go, and stood up
briskly. The hairs on the back of Masaki’s head were standing up, and she
gulped. Her father was pissed, there was no doubt about that.
“Everything’s going to fine
girls, I’m gonna go do what I should have done right when we got here!”
A flicker of static and he was
gone.
~~~~~~~~
Kin could see the residual reiatsu in the path he had left behind. His state
was like a cracked pot, and even though it was small, there was still spiritual
pressure being leaked as he ran. God it’s dark… she thought as she
fought the urge to shiver. His reiatsu was as black as always, and when she
passed through the small patches where some of it had been leaked it was like
the temperature had dropped ten degrees.
How her kind and loving Kaien
that she used to kiss so innocently when they were younger had a reiatsu so
demonic she just couldn’t figure out.
She finally found him, and it was
in a surprisingly well-thought-out place. He was sitting on the upper level of
the Soukyoku, holding his knees like a hurt child. Since the Soukyoku was made
out of a material that repelled and destroyed anything made of spirit, his
reiatsu was already weakened before it even had time to saturate the air. She
wanted to gasp at the beautiful scenery around them; they could see everything
for miles at this height. She could tell just from looking at him that he
wasn’t looking at anything that may have been around him though, in fact she
hadn’t known it was possible for human eyelids to shut that tightly. He was
obviously fighting himself again.
She clasped a hand to her
constricting chest. I won’t be afraid…I won’t be afraid…. She couldn’t
be afraid, she was the daughter of Yoruichi Shihouin! She was the woman that
could do anything, surely she wouldn’t fail if she was put in this
position! She swallowed her fear; she had made a promise, and she would keep
it.
“Kaien…” she was glad her voice
hadn’t cracked like it wanted to.
Then the blood broke out from
under his eyelids.
The tears of blood, the sign that
his loss of control was inevitable.
Kin found herself trembling
before she was even consciously aware of it. Dammit what’m I supposed to
do!? She reacted on instinct. She grabbed his shoulders and thanks to her
highly-developed strength she easily lifted him off the ground and he
straightened out just from surprise. Before even that had fully computed she
pushed him against the wall of the Soukyoku and pressed her lips against his,
regardless of the sight of blood flowing down his cheeks like tears. She tensed
when she felt his body stiffen, but just seconds later he was kissing her back,
not forcefully like she had expected, but softly, so softly she could barely
believe it was him. Her only comparison could have been their first kiss on his
return. It was gentle, like rose petals ghosting across her face, and it was
one of the single most electric things she had ever felt. She loved him lost to
passion, she loved it when she got to be lost to passion, but this…was
something else altogether.
She felt his strong arms wrapping
around her thin body and heat exploded within her. She loved him so much, and
yet according to Mayuri they had less than two years to find some way to keep
him alive. This was so beautiful, so loving, why did something like this have
to be tainted by that accursed thought? He pulled away unexpectedly, and she
whined in loss. When she opened her eyes she found herself looking straight
into his, and his left was still very much transformed, but the transformation
of the right eye had receded greatly.
“I can’t…I can’t lose you. I
worked for five years so I could…so I could tell you that my heart had never
left your side. I don’t want to leave you alone again…”
Kin’s throat closed up and she
buried her head in his chest. “Dammit…goddammit Kaien, can’t you ever think
about yourself for a change!? I’m not going to lose you, not now, not ever! I’m
sure it’s just a big misunderstanding or something. We’ll beat the crap out of
Mayuri, clear this mess up, and live happily ever after, right? That’s what we
planned isn’t it?”
Kaien strained a sad smile as he
ran a hand down the side of her face. She looked so sad, yet so hopeful and
happy. God, she really didn’t know what a face like that did to him.
He had to get her away from him
as fast as humanly possible.
He hid his arms conspicuously
behind his back after he had rolled down the sleeves of his jacket. “I’ll be
fine for now, you really quieted it down, I should be fine from here. Why don’t
you go see where Mom and Dad are, and if nothing’s started yet, could you get
him here right away? If not, Mom’s fine, but be sure to take your time, she can’t
exert herself too much. It’s just a precaution, you know, just to make sure.”
Kin smiled brightly, happier that
she had been able to help him than she had been from anything uninvolved with
the physical realm in a long time. “No problemo! I’ll be there and back
in a flash!” And true to her word, she took off.
Kaien smiled bitterly before
collapsing back to the broken brace he had been sitting on and clutching his
arms, where the white sleeves were slowly turning red. He could feel his scars expanding, ripping through flesh once
whole to make the healed marks longer as the original itself reopened. It was
like going through surgery with no anesthetic, like walking into a den of
Hollows as a human, he had a hard time even relating the pain to anything he
had felt before because it was coming from so many different places on his
body. Shit…so it wasn’t a side effect of my power…it was my blood that
prevented the first cut from healing fully. This isn’t good.
He slumped against the support
with a wet squelch.
The one on his back was getting
worse too, and it wasn’t being pretty about it.
He chuckled hoarsely as sweat
poured down his skin. “So if you can’t beat me mentally you’re gonna beat me
physically? Ha, I’d expect that of me all right…damn.” He flinched as his scar
tissue audibly snapped like a dry twig under pressure. “Shit, that freakin’
hurts! You do know you’re part of this body too right?” Another jolt of
pain hit him and he could feel the ebony taking over his right eye again.
“Heh, I’ve been captured by the Adjucha before, there’s no way you’re
winning that easily.”
He only hoped he could hold out
long enough, because he could already see the fireworks of reiatsu in the air
above the courts below. His family was fighting, there was no doubt of that.
And what that meant naturally, was
he really was on his own for this one.
The tears of blood were joined by
ones of his own as he trembled in pain and fought the urge to scream with every
ounce of willpower he could muster. Nejibana was silent, and he felt no relief
and no help from her this time. That hurt almost as much as his reopening
wounds.
“You don’t want to die either; that’s it, isn’t it?” He asked his
bloodied arms, almost like he expected the purely instinctual power residing in
his blood to answer him. He started shaking violently, and with the last bit of
mental power he had left, he was able to realize he was going into shock
Ne…ji…bana…where…are y—
And he collapsed onto the floor
of the broken stand in a pool of his own blood.
Just in time for his blood to
start flowing back.
~~~~~~~~~
Ichigo Kurosaki stood with his
face warped by fury as he appeared before Mayuri Kurotsuchi, who had been
calmly walking along Seireitei like it was any other day. The man didn’t even
have the good grace to look surprised, he simply looked on with the same
skeletal expression as always.
“Good afternoon…Captain Kurosaki,”
the demonic clown greeted simply after rolling the words around in his mouth
like he didn’t like the taste of them, like he hadn’t even noticed the
expression on the orange-haired man’s face.
Ichigo’s scowl could have bent
his face in two. “YOU. ARE. DEAD!!” With a quick move of his hand Zangetsu had
been drawn and unfurled before Bankai was unleashed not a second later as his reiatsu
crushed down on the atmosphere, enough even to make the blue-haired clown
stumble slightly.
“Such hostility!” he said
comically. “No matter, I had planned on testing these out on you anyways,” he
continued as he picked a remote out of his hakama. At Ichigo’s slightly raised
brow, the Twelfth Squad captain smiled wickedly. “You are familiar with Operation
Spearhead are you not?”
Both of Ichigo’s eyebrows shot
into his hairline as a wave of cold washed down his spine. There were people
coming, something coming, and they
weren’t pushovers either.
One by one they came, like
animated dolls staring lifelessly ahead as they gathered behind the grinning
scientist. By the time they stopped, Ichigo wouldn’t have doubted if there were
more than a hundred.
“You see, after my trip to Hueco
Mundo all those years ago I realized that you and your fellow Vizard were
indeed superior to your Arrancar antithesis. Not only did you lack the
bloodlust, but the repercussions of your transformation were far less than the
Arrancar Resurrecion. No doubt the power increase was greater in the latter,
but they lacked one very crucial element that only the Vizard could have…” He
looked down at Ichigo’s right hand, and the orange-haired captain understood immediately.
“That’s right, their zanpakutou. More specifically even, their releases. Had
they been able to call out Bankai even after Resurrecion, Soul Society would
have perished without fail, but that was their undoing in the end.
“Enough of that, the Arrancar did
serve the wonderful purpose of telling me how to stabilize the transformation,
and since ‘will’ is such a bothersome ability, one which I have yet to rectify
with Nemu, I simply removed it. Now bear witness, Ichigo Kurosaki, to the next
generation of Mod-Souls.”
Thus, he watched as the first vacant-eyed
Soul Reaper walked forward, and to his horror the puppet reached up…
…and pulled down a mask.
There was only one word for a situation
like this.
“Oh fu—”
And an explosion rocked the area
before it had even passed from his lips.
~~~~~~~~~
Author’s Notes: Well, this went somewhere I never expected, yet
again. Still, I can’t believe I can’t even get five reviews. Was the last
chapter that bad? I don’t take too long updating, so please, can I get a little
bit of feedback if you think my writing is worth reading? Even if you simply
rate it that’ll be great, it’d just be nice to know I’m getting some kind of
response for my time. That’d be nice, but once again I’m not groveling.
I’m sure I gave you all enough to
comment on this time though! LOL!
Next chapter: blood, battles, and
enough drama to die for. Maybe not the best way to put it…
I’m debating on whether or not to
update until I get those five reviews/rates…but I probably won’t. I’m really
happy with the increase in hits, so it shouldn’t be too hard.
And to all my continued
reviewers, thank you so, SO, much for bearing with me through my stories, and
to the ones who’ve e-mailed me, I hope to get to know you better! Thanks for
your input!
Oh yeah, and in case anyone’s
noticed, yes, I have been using Bleach chapter titles for some of my titles.
Since this is a fanfic, that too doesn’t belong to me and I thought it was just
nice symmetry. And on a final note I’d like to quote on of my reviewers who was
so nice as to say this to me, and I really liked it, so I’m sharing it. Hope it
doesn’t sound like me tooting my own horn.
“In a way, Kaien and the others
aren't OCs, because that tag implies that an author inserts an original
character into an existing story, whereas you created an original story with
original characters while trying to maintain the integrity of the personae of
existing characters.”
I had never thought of that
before, and I was really impressed with his evaluation. Just putting it out
there because I thought it was awesome.
(And Moonymuch, I know you're not back yet, but when you read this, could you please tell me what you think before you go on to the next chapter? It's a biggie for me, so I'd really like to know what you think. Thanks!)
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