A New Window | By : Platinumsabr Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 13905 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Any Original Characters are mine however, as is the story itself, and if you see it or any part of it posted elsewhere please report it |
Girl’s
Night Out
It had been a year since the
wedding brought about by the relationship that had shocked all of Soul Society,
and for the first time in a while the Shinigami Women’s Association had
convened, though for more regular reasons than usual. Mostly, it had been
forever since they had had a night out with their friends, away from their
kids.
This time, they had chosen a
rather unlikely place as well. They were all in the Living World, calmly taking
up almost the entire upper level of the bar they had reserved, though there
were still some tables available. With all that had happened,
the number of members had grown significantly, though some of them couldn’t go
to the regular meetings, because they weren’t even regular Shinigami. Besides
the regulars, Halibel and Asuka were there now too,
as well as Tsukiyomi, Masaki, and Ikki. Needless to
say the point of the Association had gone awry since most of the members had
gotten married, but they were still known for their pranks and product reinterpretation.
The music thrummed in the
background as the other bar-goers danced on the lower level, and left them in
relative peace, if not for their loud laughter. No-one else was with them,
though not for lack of trying that was for sure. The attractive women were all
wearing clothes of the real world, and for a good deal of them that was not something
they were used to. Kuukaku had had almost the entire bar drooling when she
walked in, both the men and the
women, though Halibel had sparked much the same
response and it only seemed to continue.
Out of all of them—with the
exception of Rukia—Nanao’s figure had matured the
most over the years, but that was because everyone else had already changed
long before her, and Yachiru didn’t count. However, even for an event like
this, the poised women still had her hair up like it usually was. They were all
laughing and talking as they drank sake, all but Masaki, Ikki,
and Tsukiyomi. They were nursing cans of pop instead of the rice wine most of
the others were enjoying.
“Jeez, where’s Mom?” Masaki said
as she adjusted her shirt. She had gotten accustomed to the kimonos of Soul
Society, and had forgotten how tight her t-shirts were. “She was the most
excited out of all of us to go to this thing!”
Tsuki
grinned evilly as she crossed her legs, and the white leather of her pants
crunched lightly in protest. “Who knows? She’ll be here soon. It’s not like she
can hang out with Dad since all the guys decided to have a guy’s night too. I
guess there aren’t too many kids that need babysitting anymore, but what can
they do with even a few kids?”
Kuukaku rolled her eyes. “Knowing
them? By now they’re probably all in that training area fighting. Ken hasn’t
gotten his dose of fighting Ichigo in a while, and with all those other
captains there, who knows how much of the house will be left by the end of the
night!” She laughed as she slammed down another glass. The woman could hold her
liquor like few men could, and Yoruichi was happily buzzed beside her.
“Yeah, and Shunsui
probably has most of them drinking by now too!”
Kin grinned as she slowly drank
her cup, and probably would continue to do that over the whole night. She
wasn’t accustomed to sake because Kaien never drank, but that didn’t mean she
couldn’t stand it. She was her mother’s daughter after all. She still preferred
milk, though she suspected that was hereditary too. Just like some of the
women, she knew that a few of the men couldn’t drink either. “Wouldn’t doubt
it, and the ones left in the morning will have probably drawn on their faces! I
wouldn’t put it past Kaien anyway…” she trailed off as she smiled again.
Rangiku, as joyfully inebriated
as she always was, leaned over the table in her semi-coherent, wonderfully
dazed way. “About that, why’dyou guys not drink?” Of
course, it was directed to the only three without alcohol in front of them.
“Good idea, let’s destroy the
bar. Good plan!” a voice called out humorously, and the group turned to see
Tatsuki walking up the stairs to their table, she too holding a non-alcoholic
drink.
Of course, this didn’t settle in
the slightly drunk woman’s mind right away. “Whatd’ya
mean?”
Tatsuki gave her an exasperated
look with her now black-laced eyes and Rangiku lolled back into the padded
bench with a giggle. “Ooohhh, got it Get drunk, go BOOOOMMM!” Poor Hinamori was left trying to deal with the laughing woman,
as she was sitting right beside her.
“But hey, look who dropped by!
Sorry it took me so long to get here, but she kinda
arrived right as I was about to leave.” Tatsuki gave a critical look down the
stairs. “She just had to say hi to
Ichigo before she came along!” She added jokingly, and most of them were
extremely surprised to see the neon-green head of hair appear as the woman
walked up the stairs behind her.
“Hey girls!
Long time no see!” Nel, also known as Neliel, greeted excitedly. Her mask had been fixed a long
time ago, but she spent most of her time traveling around the Living World now,
like Kin and Kaien had taken to doing over the past seven years. She looked
just as beautiful as ever, but gigais never really
change with the exception of pregnancy. She was still as strong as ever, and still as modest too. Out of all of them she
probably had the most clothing on, with the omission of Soi-Fong.
The blush on the Second Division captain’s face hadn’t left since Yoruichi had
shown her what she had picked out for her.
The three Kurosaki children
present were all glowing with happiness. “Nel!
It’s been so long!” They cried as they abandoned their seats and rushed the
busty greenhead.
The Arrancar in gigai form looked down amusedly at the grown up women she
was surrounded by. “I can see that! You’ve certainly grown over the years! And
I heard you all got married too! I’m sorry I couldn’t be there, I can’t
remember where we were then, might’ve been Africa.”
She shrugged. “Will you still accept my congratulations?”
They all nodded and they hugged
again, a sight that would have any mortal man dying of blood loss.
Yoruichi waved at the former Espada and offered her a seat. “So Kon’s
gigai’s still working alright?”
The Arrancar blushed when she
thought of the red-haired, twenty-something body Urahara had created for the
annoying Mod-Soul. All he really wanted to do was see the world, though
arguably he would have likely been chasing girls before he did that had he not
met her. “Y-Yes, very well.”
After begging and pleading, Kisuke had finally given in and made him an adult body. It
would be rude, and possibly dangerous, if he had merely been put into a dead
body, and Ichigo had long lost his tolerance of the plushy being in the same
home as his wife. Out of the plush toy, he really wasn’t that bad, though some
habits just couldn’t be changed.
On that note, they really made
the perfect couple. He was the near narcissistic, arguably handsome Mod-Soul that
had a fixation with a certain part of the female body as well as strict respect
for life, and she was a masochistic, busty woman that held the same morals and actually
enjoyed his antics. As long as they were on her of course, but it wasn’t like
he was bouncing around from girl to girl, the ring on his finger attested to
that. Still, for a masochist, she got some twisted enjoyment of her own out of
hitting him around if his head was ever turned. Urahara had certainly been
generous with the body, though she suspected Mod-Souls such as him did have
their own mental image of what they should look like. They weren’t like the
others after all, and their free-will had been part of the problem with them in
the first place, at least from Soul Society’s perspective.
They had been traveling around
the world since they had gotten married, but it was a Spartan ceremony to be
sure. She wanted his commitment to her before they went around, and he was
happy to give it. She had become his goddess the moment he saw her, and her
masochistic side made her probably the only woman in every realm that would
accept him. It worked somehow, and she had to say he could put his greatly
enhanced leg strength to good use.
She shivered unwittingly. “I
should thank Urahara-san while I’m back.”
Asuka chuckled throatily as she
eyed the green haired woman. “No question why, eh? You two are probably one of
the most understandable couples here compared to some of them!”
Tatsuki laughed and arched an
eyebrow. “Speaking of that, you never did tell us how you got together with
Kenpachi, Kuukaku.”
The black haired woman played
with her white bandana before taking another swig. “Meh, nothing to tell. I was in Seireitei lookin’ for Jidanbou, and I
couldn’t find him. Pissed me off! He caught me on a bad day and I punched him
in the face. We fight, next thing we know we’re against one of those pasty
white walls making out. Nothin’ to it really, guess it was love at first punch. He’s a damn good kisser
too,” she said idly, and they didn’t miss the way she rubbed her lips softly at
the memory.
They all felt sweat trickle down
their heads and sighed heavily. That sounded like them all right.
“What about you, Ran? How’d you
finally snag that block of ice?” The Shiba noble
asked to keep the conversation going.
Rangiku was absolutely delighted
to be called upon, and her eyes gleamed happily at the memory. “Well I had a
thing for the captain for a while before, ya know? He
was just so squeezable!”
They groaned. Why does that not surprise me? They
thought simultaneously.
“Well, he looked really bad one
day, worried about…” She stopped momentarily and looked up thoughtfully. “You
know, I don’t know what he was worried about! He was worried about something or
other, and when I told him to go home and leave the rest to me he actually
looked at me gratefully! Well I had been well on my way as it was, but that
look broke me and I knew I was in love with him! I kissed him, and…” she
shivered in glee. “Well, I guess I wasn’t the only one who broke that day.”
Momo
turned beet red beside her.
If Rangiku only knew that what he
had been worrying about had been his feelings for her.
They looked at Karin, who had
been trying to draw attention away from herself. “Karin?”
Rangiku asked evilly.
The tomboy blushed. “W-W-What!?” She gulped at their expecting looks. “Fine! There’s not much to tell though! I met him when he
was leaving the clinic after talking to Ichi-nii
once, and I asked him what he was doing. He looked at me funny and said he was
new, and I offered to show him around. Wasn’t long before I figured out what he
was, and after that we would hang out every once in a while. He said he was ‘fascinated’
by me. After a bit I got sick of his emotionless face and asked him if he felt
anything at all, but by that time I was a bit more than ‘fascinated’ with him
myself. I guess I wanted to know if he felt anything about me.
“I’m not stupid, I saw the others
that would come around Ichi-nii sometimes, and they
could express themselves! Hell, I even saw one going out with one of his
classmates! So that’s it, I asked him, he gave me that funny look again, so I
grabbed his face and I kissed him.” She heard Tatsuki inhale sharply. “Yeah I know, that went well. It was like kissing a wall. I
was making progress though, I could see he never
really looked at me the same after that. I kept showing him around, and I swear
he didn’t call me anything other than ‘violent girl’ for the longest time after
I kicked him for doing something stupid.
“I guess I got too attached to
him, because I could hardly wait for the next time he’d come over. He kept
coming over, and finally…the moron actually had the audacity to ask why I hadn’t
kissed him again!! How was I to know, huh!? But…he kissed me. I freaked at
first, but he kissed me again and…well, the rest is history ain’t
it?”
This rang a bell in Tatsuki’s
mind. “So you mean…that time when Ulquiorra said he was going to explore after
I met him…he was going to see you!?”
Karin shrugged. “Probably.”
“You were what, thirteen!?”
Another shrug.
“Around there. Like I said, it took a while before I even knew what I was
feeling. I think I kissed him the first time when I was around sixteen, and you
know when we started going out. He wasn’t the easiest nut to crack.”
Yuzu
laughed in her sing-song voice. “Besides, who else could make Karin-chan realize she was a girl other than someone who didn’t
care how she looked or acted?”
“Yuzu!!”
“Okay, okay, don’t get all up in
arms already,” Tatsuki interrupted quickly as she laughed. “So Kin, where are
you and Kaien at right now? I’m sure the others would be interested in your
travels.” It was very well known that the two had taken to traveling the globe
like Kon and Nel, though
they made sure to come back at least once every month or so.
The platinum-blonde haired woman
smiled at the question. “We’ve been in the tropics for the past few months. You’d
really be surprised how rarely Soul Reapers are stationed where they’re needed.
I guess this is an improvement though, I know there were barely any stationed
here for any long period of time before the special division was established.
We’ve met a few here and there, and at least they’re posting strong enough
ones. Kaien still gets weird looks everywhere we go, that white hair is a real
attention grabber. Asia was pretty boring, but
hiking through it was interesting enough. We both wanted a break, so we decided
where else but the top vacation spots? Wasn’t hard getting there with Shunpo, saves money too! What about you Nel?
Where are you guys?”
Aforementioned person laughed. “We’re
actually thinking of moving back here. We’ve been traveling for a long time
now, we both know more languages than we ever thought we’d hear, and it’d be
nice to be close to people we know again. Living out of backpacks and the
division money gets old after how many years of doing it. It’s nice to have a
home to come back to. Hueco Mundo
just doesn’t have the same appeal. No seasons, no sunsets, it gets depressing.
Thank God for these gigais.”
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Still, even after all the time that had gone by, it still unnerved some of them
that they were talking with what was once the enemy—and evolved Hollow. It was
a thought far in the back of their minds, but it was still there on some level.
That she was actually getting paid—secretly by Ichigo of course—as part of his
division because she hunted Hollows just like any of them did wasn’t very
surprising though. She did live with a Mod-Soul, and those had been
specifically made to deal with Hollows. It wasn’t bound to be a very hard side
job, especially with her power level.
“And no
children yet?” Retsu inquired kindly, and Nel nearly choked on her drink.
“N-No, not yet.
We didn’t want to bring a child into a world of constant traveling. M-Maybe
sometime in the future, but we’re happy as we are right now.” Her face was a
very endearing shade of pink though, one that matched the pink mark going over
her nose.
“And you, Kin? What are your
plans?”
She had been expecting that,
being that almost everyone at the large table that was married had at least one
child with the just a few exceptions, and most of those hadn’t been married near
as long as she had. It wasn’t like it was anything to be ashamed of. “Same as Nel. We aren’t done traveling
yet.” Even she wasn’t totally devoid of redness though. The thought of she and
Kaien having kids was something she hadn’t contemplated very much, and the possibilities
had her blushing.
Ikki
was the only spiritual being at the meeting, being that she didn’t really use a
gigai, and didn’t want to try. No telling what the repercussions of that could be.
“Gotta love these reactions.”
Rukia chuckled lightly. “Sure do.
It might be a bit off topic, but how’s Senna doing? Have
you managed to keep Katsuo away from her?” She asked
with an evil grin. The child of Kuukaku and Kenpachi was well known, and
Tatsuki had told her some things that made her hope she was wrong.
Tatsuki hung her head dejectedly.
“I did,” she said as she looked up. Kuukaku
looked at her with a grin and Tatsuki hung her head again. “Until
she was six. They meet, and
now all she wants to do is play with him. He beats her,
she gets mad and beats him. She beats him, he gets mad
and beats her! I can’t even say anything about it, they’re exactly like me and
Ichigo were!” Her eyes widened and she slammed her head down on the table. “Dammit, I did not
need to say that.”
It was like she was scared if she
said it out loud she’d be admitting something to herself she didn’t want to
admit. At least Katsuo had better manners than his
father. Kuukaku was a noble after
all, though she didn’t act it most of the time.
Everyone laughed, with as the
case had been so far, the exception of Soi-Fong. She
clearly didn’t care about their stories, and was as she had been the whole
night. That is, on the other side of Yoruichi, broodingly drinking her sake.
Even with both her beloved Yoruichi and Kin there, she couldn’t find it in
herself to be happy. All they talked about was their love lives, and she didn’t
have one of those. Hell, she still looked like a teenager, and would look even
younger if she didn’t constantly scowl. She felt like a kid surrounded by a
bunch of models. She didn’t even fit in with the conversation, and she was
supposed to be an adult too!
A warm arm wrapped around her and
she blushed instantly. “Y-Yoruichi-sama?”
The bronze-skinned woman smiled
at her. “Come on Little Bee, loosen up! We’re here to have some fun remember?
Remember fun?”
She nodded as she took another
drink. “I am,” she lied smoothly.
“Riiiiiiiiight,”
Rangiku slurred. “You look like you’re having a blast. You know what your problem is? You’re too pent-up!”
Soi-Fong
turned a rather outrageous shade of red. “E-Excuse me!?”
Nel
turned to her with a confused expression. “You know, pent-up: frustrated, tense,
uptight, hot and bothered—”
“I know what she meant!!” The
Second Division captain cut off embarrassedly. The former Espada
had simply gone into the explanation like it was nothing!
Yoruichi looked at her critically
as she rubbed her chin exaggeratedly. “I think they’re on to something. You
really do need to get laid!”
Soi-Fong
almost spontaneously combusted right there. “Y-Yoruichi-sama!?!” She seemed appalled her idol would actually
agree with that assessment.
“Well come on then, when’s the
last time you’ve tangoed?” Asuka questioned with her ever-present grin on her
face. Soi-Fong merely started sputtering while all of
her pale flesh that wasn’t hidden under her clothes turned a very dark shade of
red, probably from both embarrassment and
anger. Asuka’s eyes widened. “You’re kidding,” she
breathed in disbelief. “Aren’t you like, two hundred or something!?”
She contemplated putting her foot
in the blue-haired hybrid’s face, but thought against it in the end, no matter
how tempting it was. It was simply the girl’s personality that made her talk
like she did. Still, she was in no mood to put up with it, and the others
seemed interested in her too now, which meant she should leave. Right then.
She was running to the stairs and
was so preoccupied she didn’t see that someone else was also coming up. Thus,
she was surprised when she ran into the brick wall that was suddenly in front
of her.
“Ow! Dammit, watch where you’re going, jackass!” She cried as
she rubbed her poor nose.
When she looked up she froze
solid.
The man had long jet-black hair
that went down into bright blond tips, and an eye-patch that covered his right
eye and went behind his head into the tie for his ponytail, which in itself was
almost to the middle of his back. He was a good head taller than her, but that
wasn’t surprising since she was barely five feet tall. His face looked like it
had been carved from stone, and his eyebrows were scrunched into a scowl so
much like her own. He was wearing an odd shirt with robe-like sleeves that went
far below his hands and he had two art canvas carriers over his shoulder. An
mp3 player hung around his neck and his round earphones hung on their wires
beside it. She didn’t see that very often. Even with his odd apparel that wasn’t
what stood out. What stood out most was his one visible eye.
It was violet. Not the dark hue
so deep it was almost black like Rukia’s, but a
bright purple reminiscent of an amethyst in sunlight. Ice blue specs of pigment
speckled through the breathtaking color and she found herself staring at that
eye and wishing his other was uncovered. She quickly shook her head as she
snapped to awareness.
What the hell was that!?
She looked at him again and his
scowl was still firmly in place, but now that she had stumbled back he could
get a better view of her. She watched in fascination as his eye widened in
surprise, and continued to widen as he took in the other females at the long
table off to the side. To her surprise, he bowed his head to her, and then to the
group, though she noticed his gaze lingered on Kuukaku for longer than the
others. She didn’t know why though.
That was when she felt it. Reiatsu. He wasn’t a normal human, and apparently he knew
who they were, at least who some of them were. There was no reason for him to
bow his head otherwise.
“Excuse me. I was told there was
still a table available up here.” His voice was a calm,
biting tenor, calculating and hard, but still gentle enough to pass for
respectful. He didn’t seem to mind that she had crashed into him moments
earlier. That, or he simply didn’t care.
So now it was between leaving,
going back to the table full of women that wanted nothing more than to continue
teasing her about her love life, or show them all up by going and sitting down
with the admittedly handsome man that had just walked up the stairs.
For her, the decision was
obvious.
“There is. Would you mind if I
joined you? I’ve had enough of my former company to last me a long time,” she
said, throwing a particularly hateful glare over at the mentioned company.
He shrugged and rolled his eye.
The way he held himself reminded her a lot of herself.
It was freaky. Still, he was handsome enough to shut the others up and that was
what mattered, even if she really didn’t care about anything romantic. “Fine with me.”
She held out her right hand in
the friendliest manner she could muster. “I’m Soi-Fong.”
He looked down on her
outstretched hand warily before putting out his left. “I know.” Confused, she
took back her right to shake his hand with her left and cocked an eyebrow at
him. “Gwydion.”
Her eyebrow got higher. “Not
Japanese is it?”
That violet eye she had been
staring at narrowed. “Does it matter?”
This time it was she who
shrugged. His name had just been unexpected, that was all. It was just as odd
as the rest of him. “No, no I suppose it doesn’t. Just
commenting.”
“A pleasure, I’m sure,” he said
as he bowed slightly again. She had to admit, it felt nice to be around someone
who showed her the proper respect, despite her almost pubescent appearance.
“For some reason, I get the
feeling the pleasure is all mine.”
~~~~~~~~~
As a new window closes, another
door unlocks
Fates are entangled, it just
takes a knock
Which doors shall be chosen, on that
it depends
But that which is certain, it now
is…
THE END
~~~~~~~~~
Author’s Notes. 391 pages! Wow! Okay, the poem at the end was
unnecessary, but it was fun to write and I thought it was cheesy. Gotta love it! I thought it was nice symmetry, being that I
ended WTECS on that kind of note. Mostly, it was just fun.
Well, I gave you some vague background
this time about certain relationships, I didn’t think
any more was needed. Though I don’t explain some stuff about some of the
relationships, its not like I’ve left you guys with nothing. Making your own
assumptions on what I’ve given you is good too. As for the Kon/Nel
pairing, that was beyond crack. I just thought it was so funny, that, and I
couldn’t imagine him still being a stuffy in this universe. After Ichigo got
married I doubt he would want a talking stuffed animal terrorizing his house,
and I’m sure the rest of his family would feel the same way. Rest assured, he’s the same comic relief as before, but without the
stupid lion outfit. I thought it appropriate he get his own body, though I
never mentioned it before now because I couldn’t find a way to write him into
the story with Nel. Come on, she’s a masochist, I’m
sure it would be a perfect, if not hilarious, pairing!
Wow though, I’m blown away by the
quality of the reviews! Thank you everyone, and that’s all I’ll say this time!
Still, wow, thank you so much! Please let me know what you think of this last
little bit.
Now, to clear
something up.
Watcher, I have to say that some
of your stuff isn’t very constructive. I appreciate the thought behind your
reviews but I’ll be honest and say I disagree with you on some points. The inner Hollow for one. Though killer instinct is what
defines him, he has been portrayed in the manga as a
highly intelligent being as well, and it was only when Ichigo accepted that he
had some of the traits of that which he hated did he find the strength to
defeat him. It’s only a matter of time in my mind, hence how I’ve written my
story, and to mention your dislike so late in the game isn’t very helpful. Ulquiorra
is another on which I disagree, and I’m sure others would too. If anything, he’s definitely not
materialistic, in fact he doesn’t seem to portray any kind of desire for anything. His reasons for loyalty haven’t
even been explained yet in the manga. From what I can
tell, he seems to be more the enforcer type that doesn’t ask questions, not
lacking a conscience and belief system, but following orders and his own
analytical judgment based on those orders. And please, if you think someone
might take offense to something, don’t say no offense,
just don’t write it down. I don’t mean to sound judgmental or angry, I’m just
giving my reasons for portraying them the way I have, and as you alluded, it is
my story. If you write your own, then
you can portray them however you want, and I’m flattered that my story will
have impacted your writing. That’s the beauty of fanfiction.
I hope you kept reading until
now, because though that may have seemed long winded, I do want to thank you
for your honest opinions and not just an ‘update soon’. I’ll admit I took it
harder than usual because I’ve been pretty lacking for criticism so far so I
was kind of surprised to see it this far along, but you’re entitled to your
opinion and I thank you for sharing it with me. I hope you didn’t take any of
this the wrong way, I just wanted to clear it up.
Thank you everyone for reading my
story! Your encouragements have been a constant motivator to me and I look
forward to writing another!
Please tell me what you think!
I hope you enjoyed the last
chapter of A New Window!
While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.
Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!
Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo