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Title: A Shifting of Life
Fandom: Bleach
Part: 35
Series: A Shifting World
Characters/Pairings: Ichigo, Byakuya, Renji, Rukia, Soi-Fon, Unohana
Warnings: nothing, language, some tried violence
Word count: 1787
AN: Reposted 7/12/20

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Standing in the meeting room with the taichos and fukutaichos surrounding her, Ichigo shifted on her feet in her position between Byakuya and Renji as they waited for Rukia to be brought in.

“When is she going to be arriving?” Ichigo asked, crossing her arms under her chest. “I want to get out of this outfit already,” she muttered. To be able to grill Rukia, she had decided to wear a simple skirted business suit in a rich plum color, the skirt flaring out at the bottom around her calves, sitting tighter around her thighs and hips. She really didn’t mind the outfit, but it was the skirts and stockings that were starting to annoy her despite the fact that she had worn it to stop herself from attacking her if it came down to her losing her temper.

“I think that ya look pretty good in it personally,” Renji chuckled, smiling at the way that Ichigo blushed at the words. Byakuya laughed softly next to her, patting her lightly on the back.

“She shall be arriving soon, I promise you,” Byakuya stated, getting a wry smile from her as she relaxed and shifted on her feet again.

“Good,” she said, allowing her arms to relax from around the tense position that they had been, wrapping them around her stomach instead. The doors finally opened up, allowing Rukia to be escorted into the conference room, a red band around her neck and her hands bound tightly behind her back.

She was doing nothing but glaring at everyone who had gathered as she was forced to walk between two guards. She growled the moment that she saw Ichigo, Soi-Fon pushing her to stand before Unohana with a smirk on her lips.

“Kuchiki Rukia, you are hereby charged with working with the Bounts in an attempt to assassinate one Kurosaki Ichigo,” Unohana stated, her voice firm and showing her displeasure. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I deny it all. I haven’t do anything to anyone,” Rukia replied, trying to look as if she still had her clan’s support and not show just how nervous she was. Ichigo muffled her snort into Byakuya’s shoulder, the man patting her on the head with a smile twitching his lips.

“The thing of it is, Rukia, we do have the information that you did meet with the leader of the Bounds. You really should have made sure that you destroyed the correspondence between you and him,” Unohana stated, her usually kind eyes glowing with her anger and distaste. Those around her wondered if she could hate after all, but then decided that when push came to shove, she could.

“You still have no evidence on me outside of those so-called letters,” Rukia sneered up at her, eyes narrowing as she went stiff.

“We also have confirmed statements from Ichigo-san and Urahara-san about the attack that had been called for and planned by you,” Unohana said, her fingers tapping a slow rhythm on her thigh.

“Oh, so you have some so-called letters that are between me and some guy, and the word of a slut,” Rukia snorted before she yelped as she was shoved hard from behind her.

“What we have is correspondence between you and the known Bounts leader, Karyia Jin, and the word of a trusted ally and fellow Shinigami,” Unohana stated, lips pulled thin as she stood up. “Now I believe that we guess as to why you called for Ichigo-san’s death. Jealousy, correct?”

“Jealousy? Of her? What would I have to be jealous with her?” was the disdainful reply.

“Then what the fuck did I ever do to you to piss you the fuck off?” Ichigo asked, tapping a foot with a scowl.

“You pissed me off because that everyone decided that you were oh so good and loyal and sweet. It’s a fucking joke that they all think that,” Rukia said, glaring at her. Her lips pulled into a snarl. Ichigo just raised an eyebrow at her, before cocking a hip to the side in apparent boredom.

“That sounds just like jealousy to me. I’m extremely sorry, Byakuya-san, but it looks as if your sister has officially gone over the deep end,” Ichigo said as she patted Byakuya’s arm. The noble simply curled his own hand around hers and kissed the back of it while he smiled slightly.

“It is fine, Ichigo-san. I have no doubt that with time I will be able to move beyond the pain of knowing such a thing,” he replied. A scream ripped through the air before the hard thud of a body forcibly meeting the wooden floor followed it. Blinking, Ichigo looked around the room and saw that everyone was looking at the floor, her own eyes turning to where Hitsugaya had pinned Rukia down with a snarl on his lips.

She was wiggling and trying to buck him off her, crying out garbled insults at Ichigo, a few of them making Ichigo blink as she hid the hurt.

“Remove her from the room right this minute!” Unohana yelled, standing straight as she glared down at Rukia, the look darkening with every passing second.

Once Rukia had been removed from the meeting, leaving the fukutaichos and taichos to stare after her with surprise, Unohana took her seat again and smoothed her braid down with a shaking hand. Ichigo had moved to press against Byakuya, shaking in her surprised hurt as Renji and his lover worked to sooth her.

“Do we have any suggestions as to how we should handle Rukia? We shall have to do that soon, and we shall speak about the Bounts next,” the sou-taicho finally said. The words drew everyone’s attention back to her, allowing the three to continue to calm down without attention.

“I would suggest that we bind her powers and place her into a cell for at least ten thousand years,” Hitsugaya said darkly, smoothing his uniform out from the scuffle.

“To long, taicho, despite what she has done. She’s just barely into her two-thirties,” Renji admitted, shrugging a shoulder. “IF she turns out like every other Rukigon rat out there who ended up becoming a Shinigami, outside of being killed or some nasty diseases, she can live for centuries like Yamamoto-san,” he reminded them. He pointed to Shunsui. “Or Shunsui-taicho or Ukitake-taicho,” he said, both men smiling in return.

“He’s not wrong. Rats take their sweet time in moving on to a new life or into the life stream,” Shunsui chuckled, getting a scattering of laughter and nods. “Just the stubbornness we learn on the streets.”

“So how about we bind her powers along with a way to leech off the build-up, hold her for a century, and then we can stick her somewhere where we can watch her afterwards. And set her up with a job that won’t require her to have a lot of power,” Yumichika suggested as he flicked off a piece of lint off of his hakama.

“I would suggest adding in some therapy for her jealousy and obvious mental problems,” Ichigo suggested as she shifted between Byakuya and Renji, looking much more stable. “She’s going to have to have some major testing done to figure out what is going on in her head, I think. See if you can’t also get her to start writing truthful journals about her life and any memories that she may have lingering about her living lives,” she continued. “I can also get you guys some psychological texts to.”

“Where did you get the idea for the journals from, Ichigo-chan?” Unohana asked in some curiosity, resting her chin on one hand as she gazed at Ichigo.

“It came from my dad. When I was about eight years old, he had me start writing out journals to figure out things in my head after my mother died. If you read them now, you can how my mental growth and health went,” Ichigo admitted as she shrugged with a smile. “I’m thinking that if she starts to write everything down, we can see where it all went wrong for her.”

“It is a sound idea so I think we shall have her do that once she has calmed down again. And yes, please bring those psychology texts for us,” Unohana said, smiling before becoming serious again. “For the time being though, she shall have to be held and her zanpakuto sealed away. On to the Bounts.”

“What shall we do about them?” Byakuya asked, the group turning to look to Unohana as she thought.

“I believe that we shall have to let them come to us. From the correspondence between Rukia and Jin, teams are going to be infiltrating the Seireitei to take out certain parts, but they will be coming one by one,” she said after a moment. “We will need the surrounding areas cleared out and closed down, and only those who are to fight and provide backup and first aid will be allowed in those sections.”

“Yes, Unohana-sou-taicho,” came the chorus. They settled in to talk and figure out who would be stationed where and what they would be doing. Once the meeting had been finished, Ichigo yanked her shoes off with a groan before she reached up her skirt and pulled her stockings off.

“I hate stockings. Hate them enough to burn the damn things,” she stated as Byakuya and Renji smiled indulgently at her. “My question is how women wear the damn things all the time. They rub and brush and constrict.”

“Women tend to grow into them,” Renji chuckled as Ichigo slipped her shoes back on for the walk back to the mansion. “So, Ichigo-chan, Byakuya-kun and I have a question for you.”

“We were wondering if you would be interested in going out with us tomorrow for a day out,” Byakuya said, wrapping an arm around her waist as they headed for Rangiku’s home. They all knew that Ulquiorra was waiting for her to get back to report on what had been decided on during the meeting and for him to tell her what Aizen had told him.

Giving them both a long look, swinging her eyes between the two men, she rubbed at her bottom lip and asked, “Just a date?”

Byakuya was the one to answer that question after a quick look between him and Renji. “Whatever you want and nothing more than that,” he said.

“I wouldn’t mind. What time would you pick me up?” Ichigo asked.

“We were thinking about noon. Dress simply. It’s a day to lounge around and relax. Lunch, movies, some light shopping, dinner, a late-night walk around my personal garden. Bring some clothes to,” Byakuya hummed, getting a knowing smile.

“I look forward to our day out. But for now though, I have an Espada to reunite with,” Ichigo chuckled, leaving them standing outside of the house with heated looks on their faces. They watched as she disappeared inside with a smile on her lips, hips swaying and Ulquiorra watching from the living room couch.
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