Lovers Come Together

Chapter 4
Preparations

Karin headed back to the 12th, noticing just how late it actually was. It was worryingly quiet and when she snuck into the main lab it was to see Hanabi asleep at Nemu’s old desk with the 12th division Haori draped over her like a blanket.

“About time you showed up, useless woman. Does this place look like a daycare?” Kurotsuchi snarled quietly.

Karin smirked at him, recognizing a false front a mile away. If he really didn’t care for the brat he would have chased her off ages ago and he would most certainly not have had a custom made Lab Coat made for her or let her use his own Haori for a blanket.

“I’ll be sure to drop her in a vat of boiling acid when I get home as punishment for disturbing you.” Karin chuckled as she gathered the sleeping girl up.

“Ch, see that you do.” He grumbled, gathering up his Haori and pulling it back on quickly as if his feathers had been ruffled.

Karin looked towards the door and as such ‘missed’ the affectionate ruffling of Hanabi’s hair before heading out.

Tomorrow Yourichi and Kisuke should be by to claim their daughter. A part of Karin was relieved, another part depressed at the thought. Looking down at the sleeping child in her arms, remembering all the fun she had with Kinomi and Zan as they grew up she couldn’t help but to suddenly wish she had children of her own.

She made it home and settled Hanabi into her bed before digging through the leftovers for something to eat.

“That you Karin?” Toshiro asked as he came into the room.

“Yeah, had to go save the 11th from a depressed Yachiru and the 12th from Hanabi. How has your day been?” She asked as she paused in what she was doing to give him a kiss.

“Usual.” He answered, pulling her into his arms and hugging her while she put a sandwich together with whatever they happened to have to work with.

She leaned into his embrace and sighed in contentment, that sigh going slightly deeper when he kissed her neck.

“Can I eat something first before you devour me?” She asked innocently.

“No.” He growled, and continued to kiss her.

Karin chuckled and did her best to ignore him as she ate her sandwich quickly. His hands held her hips, but moved no where else. Finished eating she twisted in his grasp and distracted his mouth with her own.

He sighed into the kiss and hoisted her up onto the counter. She settled in and with her new angle deepened the kiss. Her hands brushed his Haori off to land somewhere on the floor before burring themselves in his silky, white hair.

She could never get enough of his hair. It glided through her fingers like true silk and was such a stark contrast to her black hair that she was often dazed enough to just stare.

His hands moved from her hips to her sash and worked it loose before brushing her uniform aside to reveal her breast. His mouth abandoned hers in favour of the twin peeks and she just sighed and held his head close as he suckled on them.
He lifted her off of the counter, forcing her to wrap her legs around him to better support her weight and in a flash on Shunpo deposited her on their futon and made sure the door was lock.

Now in the safety of their room, and the dark, she attacked his own sash, removing it completely before laying it aside. The rest of his uniform followed quickly, as did her own, until the white of his skin and hair was all she could see in the dark.

He was never confident enough to do this in the light, and in a sense she didn’t blame him. His body was covered in the scars of his torture and breaking at Aizen’s hands, and she knew he was ashamed of them.

They meant nothing to her, having only a vague idea of who Aizen was from stories told. To her they were just another feature of his body that meant little to how he could make her feel with those deft hands and tongue of his.

He settled between her legs and once more attacked her twin peeks with his mouth, going from one mound to the other. Karin sighed in pleasure and let him do what he would with her body.

Another thing she had learned about his slavery that still haunted him. He had been forced via kidou binding to sleep with a fair number of Aizen’s minions shortly before his rescue, and every last one of them had been domineering bitches who had loved to top him.

The few times she had tried to take over during their lovemaking, to lay him below her so she could return this favour, he had locked up in panic attacks. It was slow progress but now she could return a fair number of favours without initiating an attack. Hell it had taken her forever to even get him to kiss her he was so terrified of lovemaking.
She had learned from Matsumoto that he had his virginity stripped from him by being forced to be a stud for Aizen’s breeding stock and that was the only sex he’d had any experience with.

With a large amount of patience and many slow steps she had finally torn down those walls one at a time until only a few now remained, such as needing the dark to hide his body and his reluctance to being restrained in any way.

Her hands traced his sides ever so lightly, paying attention to how tight his muscles were to warn her of any discomfort. He twitched a bit but settled down quickly and she increased the pressure of her touches slowly.
His kisses left her peeks and moved down the plains of her stomach, stopping just above her small, black curls. He hesitated only briefly before swiping his tongue over her. She sighed in pleasure again.

He was exceptionally skilled with this task, and she never asked him why, knowing the answer. She was honestly surprised this had been the one thing most comfortable for him in the beginning, perhaps because it was so familiar.
She ran a hand through his hair, gently massaging his scalp as he worked her to a near orgasm. She didn’t need to warn him, he always seemed to know just when to back off and kiss his way back up her body.

His mouth found hers and she gave him a deep kiss, ever so slowly letting her hands trail from his sides to his back. She felt him stiffen and slowly retreated her arms while giving him another deep kiss to distract him from whatever nightmare had undoubtedly popped in his mind.

One thing the bitches had never done was kiss him, and that always acted as a focus point for him, always pulled him back from the dark recesses of his mind and back to what was here and now.

“I love you.” He murmured into her neck.

“Whenever you are ready love.” She assured him, drawing him into another kiss.

He nodded his head and positioned himself before slowly sinking into her, stretching her walls to accommodate his length. She shifted under him and spread her legs a bit wider to give him a better dive until he was fully in her.

He sat there a moment, both of them taking deep breaths. Karin moved first, placing soft kisses on his neck and once more rested her hands on his sides. Toshiro began to move next, slowly pulling out before going back in.

He always took her slowly, as if savouring every inch of their connected flesh. Karin sighed beneath him, not at all upset with the slow pace. Ever so slowly she moved her hands back to his back once more while continuing to lay soft kisses on his neck. He gave a twitch but otherwise seemed fine.

His pace increased ever so slowly as he relaxed into their lovemaking, and Karin ever so slowly began to rise to meet him. He hands now drifted softly up and down his back and not once did she stop kissing him, giving him that one little bit that was pure her, the one thing only she had ever giving him.

Their pace increased to a steady rhythm and she heard Toshiro’s breath start to hitch, letting her know he was fast approaching his end. She was no where near, but that was fine. It was still very pleasant, like receiving a full body massage in her most private areas.

There was an extremely loud banging on the front door, causing them both to jump in shock at the intrusion and for Toshiro to go over the edge in spurts from the surprise. Cursing foully they separated and quickly cleaned up even as Hanabi started shouting she would get the door.

Working at a frantic pace they pulled on a sleeping kimono, not even bothering to see who got what in the dark and hurried down the stairs. For someone to disturb them this late it had to be somewhat important, and the sight of her brother looking rather remorse at the door did little to comfort her.

“Ichi-nii, what is it?” She demanded, walking quickly to his side.

His eyes fell upon her and even in his state of distress he still raised a brow at her obviously sexed up look and the fact she was wearing one of Toshiro’s robes while Toshiro was trying not to make it obvious he had thrown on one of hers.

“Sorry, but it’s Tatsuki-chan.” He started.

“What happened?” She asked.

“She was shot this afternoon in the line of duty. The old man tried everything he could but….”

“Oh for the love of all that is holy you aren’t mommies little boy anymore and it’s not that bad.” Came another voice and the door was kicked in to admit Tatsuki, scowl on her face. “Seriously, it’s not like we all don’t know about this place etc etc.

“Good evening Karin-chan, sorry to bother you when you were obviously having a good time,” she paused to toss them both a wink, inciting instant blushes, “but I need a place to crash until the morning and we can sort out what I need to do and where I need to go.”

“You were shot Suki-nee?” Hanabi asked curiously.

Tatsuki smiled down at the little girl and got down on one knee to see her.

“Yes I was.” She answered.

“How come?”

“Well, there was this bad man who was trying to hurt a little girl just like yourself, but I didn’t let him. He was mad so he hurt me instead. But don’t worry, I hurt him a lot more than he hurt me.” She assured the little girl.

“So the little girl is safe now?”

“That’s right. She went home with her mommy and daddy.”

“But you died, right? That’s why you are here?” Hanabi sniffed.

“Hay, easy Bee-chan. It’s alright. I am still here aren’t I? And the little girl got to go home to her mommy and daddy instead of having to come here all alone.” Tatsuki pulled Hanabi into a big hug.

“But who is going to take me for ice cream when I get home?” Hanabi sniffed.

“We can go for ice cream here. Think of it as moving. I just moved from there to here like Karin-chan did.” Tatsuki stood up, bringing the sniffing Hanabi with her.

“Would you like some tea?” Karin offered.

“After my day I could use a strong cup of coffee. Least we got the bastard. Took his soul and shipped it off to Kinomi-chan to deal with. Bastard like that was bound to turn into a hollow anyway and didn’t deserve the dignity of coming here.” Tatsuki growled.

“I got coffee, trust me I got coffee.” Karin assured her with a smile. “Will you be staying too, Ichi-nii?”

“I got to get back to let the others know everything is alright on this end. I was thinking with Tatsuki’s spiritual pressure it should be high enough to get her into the academy, isn’t it?” He asked.

“Yes.” Toshiro spoke for the first time. “Enough she might even make seated one day.”

“Let’s talk about that stuff tomorrow, right now all I want is a strong cup of coffee. The thought of going to school at my age is annoying.”

Karin chuckled, putting on the pot of coffee.

“I know how you feel. What was worse was I went through after Kinomi-chan did. Try living up the reputation of your own niece.”

That earned a laugh out of Tatsuki as they sat around the kitchen table, waiting for the pot to brew the black elixir of the gods.


The next day Karin helped Tatsuki enroll and get settled into one of the dorms before heading to the office to get to work on her half of the paper work. Hanabi followed behind them like an obedient kitten and Karin couldn’t help but to wonder if the 12th hadn’t already sent out search parties for the ‘missing girl’ who never failed to show up later than noon.

Back at the office Kisuke and Yourichi were talking to Toshiro, Hanabi running into her mothers arms and going off on all the exciting things that had happened while she got to stay here.

Karin shared a smile with Yourichi and the two thanked the couple for taking care of their daughter before returning home, leaving Toshiro and Karin alone in their office. For once it was quite and peaceful.

They both set to work on their stacks of paper work. The sooner they were done, the sooner they could go back to a now empty house and finish what they had started last night.



Yachiru could not believe she had agreed to let Yumi-kun of all people dress her up. Karin must have lost every ounce of sense Yachiru had credited her with. That was the only explanation she could come up with.

“I mean, he’s a guy. What does he know about woman’s make up?” She grumbled to herself.

Still, she had agreed and she had been raised to keep her word. Besides, Yumi was a good friend and he was so looking forward to getting to dress her up that she couldn’t bring herself to upset him by suddenly declining his offer when he was so excited.

She still hadn’t learned where the Kimono had come from and it was rather frustrating. Who could have not just afford such a thing, but be able to so freely give it away?

“Ah there you are Yachiru-chan, I was starting to think you had gotten cold feet and was going to leave me to face Yumi alone.” Karin laughed.

Yachiru looked up startled at to see not only Karin, but Tatsuki as well. Since the woman had crossed over she had been hanging out with Karin between classes. She still complained about going ‘back to school’ but admitted it was kind of like college and she was learning a lot of interesting things.

She was already good friends with Soi Fon after the woman found out that she was the fabled ‘Tatsuki-sensei’ who had trained Zan-kun. Rumour had it that the two women were found training together on several occasions already.

“Just trying to delay the torture. I still can’t believe you suckered me into it.” She grumbled.

Karin smiled and gave her a hug.

“If it makes you feel any better Tatsuki-chan agreed to accompany us for the torture.”

“Oh, I feel sooo much better now.” Yachiru sighed in mock sufferance.

The three woman continued their trek towards the 9th, Kimono’s still in their boxes to keep them clean. They had been promised they could use the bathhouse at the 9th and they were going to get completely ready for the dance there.

“Ah, my soon to be beautiful roses.” Yumichika greeted them. “I have the bathhouse all ready and waiting for you. Let me know when you are done and we can start the transformations.

“I trust your Kimono‘s are here. I wish to study them while you bath to better plan my line of attack.”

“Right here.” Karin smiled as she handed over her box.

Yachiru handed hers over reluctantly while Tatsuki just shrugged and handed hers over without a care. Yumichika smiled and led them towards the bathhouse before telling them to let him know when they were ready for him.

The three girls stepped into the room and gapped. Several large pools have been prepared for them, one for basic washing and another that was steaming and was covered in rose peddles.

“Now this is a bath house.” Tatsuki smiled.

“It seems a bit much.” Karin sighed.

“Karin-chan, just because we can kick the shit out of most of the men here does not mean we have to smell like them.” Tatsuki admonished. “Every once in a while it is nice to be pampered.”

“I can agree with that.” Karin smiled as she stripped and crawled into the prepared bath.

They washed up quickly before soaking in the tube full of rose peddles, rubbing themselves down with the oil that had been provided at Tatsuki’s insistence.

“Come on, it’s not often we get a chance to do this and it never hurts to just relax and be pampered once in a while.” Tatsuki admonished when Yachiru in particular continued to hesitate.

“Are you ladies ready yet?” Came Yumichika’s voice from the other side of the door.

“I think I am ready.” Tatsuki called. “I’ll be out in a jiffy.”

“I eagerly await you.” Yumichika said.

Tatsuki climbed out of the bath, dried herself off and pulled on a robe before disappearing on the other side of the doors. Yachiru and Karin remained a bit longer before they also got out, dried, and robed.

Tatsuki was sitting on a stool while Yumichika hovered over her, running a brush through her hair, now flat instead of spiked up, giving them an idea to how long it actually was.

“It is an interesting piece you chose.” Yumichika was saying to her. “And yet so fitting. You have a true eye for beauty.”

Tatsuki chuckled.

“Indeed. As I was saying to the girls, you don’t need to look and smell like a beast to be strong.” She winked at him, earning a chuckle of agreement from the taichou.

“I completely agree. Now if only so many more would understand.”

“Dear lord, you haven’t even been here a week and you are already seducing your way up the ranks.” Karin chuckled.

“Hay, if you are good enough for one than so am I.” Tatsuki sent her a wink. “Unfortunately, as charming as you are, you are not my type, Yumi-taichou.”

“No, I would imagine not. But I can think of someone who might be.” He smirked with a gleam in his eye that had Yachiru and Karin on edge and Tatsuki curious. “Do you have a date yet?” He asked.

“No. The only reason I am even going is because someone has to keep and eye on Karin-chan and I have grown rather fond of Yachiru-chan over the last few days.” She chuckled.

“Than I will have to see if we can set you up.”

“Just so you know I wont date anyone I can wipe the floor with.” She warned.

“Oh, I think he might be strong enough to handle you.” Yumichika grinned.

“I don’t even want to know.” Karin sighed.

Yumichika finished with her hair, bringing it up into a small bun and placing two, wooden hair sticks through it to hold it in place before moving to her makeup. Tatsuki didn’t take long and he sent her on her way to the back where several of the women from the 9th were waiting to assist them into their dresses.

Karin went next, sitting and letting Yumichika run his comb through her long hair, all the while he was chattering about weather they should braid it, leave it down, braid part of it.......

“Yumichika, just pick a style already.” Karin interrupted. “Whatever you decide I am sure will be fine.”

He pouted, but set to work. She wasn’t sure what he was doing, but it seemed to involve a lot of braids and several white Narcissus (commonly known as daffodils), the flower of the 10th.

He went after her face next with god knew what kinds of makeup. All she knew was he kept telling her to close her eyes and stop moving. When he was finally done with her he sent her to the back to get into her Kimono.

Tatsuki was coming out at this point and both girls gaped at the transformed woman, holding a fan and wearing a tradition Chinese dress that showed a lot of her muscled leg and didn’t in the least deny her strength.

“Wow.” Was all Karin could say.

Yachiru was speechless.

“I know. It’s my favourite. Beautiful but deadly. It was a gift from my sensei’s wife before she passed on, she was actually from a long line of konochi. The hair sticks have needles on the end and are hollow for poisons, the fan is actually bladed and there are a good dozen hidden holster for Kunai.” Tatasuki spun about and showed off each feature as she announced them.

“That’s amazing Tatsuki-chan.” Yachiru gasped.

“Truly beautiful.” Yumichika agreed. “Now off you go to get changed Karin-chan, Yachiru, your next.” He beamed at her.

Yachiru scowled but would not be the one to cower out after the other two already let him have his way with them. She plopped down on the stool as Karin disappeared into the back so the women could help her into the layers of her kimono.

It was very strange letting someone else do her hair. It was not something she was use to that was for sure. She fidgeted uncomfortably and was reprimanded for moving multiple time by both Yumichika and Tatsuki.

“So who is it you are going out with again?” Tatsuki asked in way of distraction while Yumichika fiddled with her hair.

“Renji.” Yachiru answered.

“He’s the red head that was always hanging around Ichigo, right?” Tatsuki asked, successfully distracting her to the point she stopped fidgeting.

“Yeah, Taichou of the 5th.”

“So what’s he like?” Tatsuki asked. “I mean the last time I saw him was years ago during the winter war when he was stationed in the living world.”

“He’s nice.” Yachiru answered.

“Nice isn’t very descriptive.” Tatsuki snorted.

“He’s strong, is willing to do what needs to be done and the consequences be damned. He use to be the 11th before he became fukutaichou of the 6th.” Yachiru went on the explain.

“I see. How good does he kiss?”

Yachiru spluttered and blushed, earning her a rebuke from Yumichika as she pulled her hair out of his hands. She glared at him and noticed he had a rather large smile on his own face.

“Still haven’t kissed him yet huh?” Tatsuki laughed.

“That is none of your business.” Yachiru growled as she settled back down to let Yumichika finish with her hair.

“You act like you have never been kissed before.” Tatsuki noted.

Yachiru remained quiet, eyes down caste.

“No way.” Tatsuki gasped. “Are you telling me no one has shown an interest in you before?”

“No.” Karin answered, coming out of the back in her kimono. “You know how most men are, they are too terrified that if they look at her Kenpachi-taichou would rip them in half.”

Yachiru hardly heard the response, staring at the beautiful woman in front of her in shock.

“As usual, you have done a wonderful job, Yumi.” Karin complimented as she gazed at herself in the mirror. “This well be perfect for my plans.” She smiled.

“I am pleased to hear so.” He smiled pleasantly.

He finally finished with Yachiru’s hair and set about setting her make-up. She squirmed and once more earned many ‘hold stills’ from the other three. When he was finally done he sent her off to get dressed before sitting in front of a mirror and preparing himself.

“Permit me.” Karin smiled, taking the brush from his hand and running it through his hair, marveling at the silky feel.

“Why thank you, Karin-chan.” He smiled, picking up his makeup and leaving her to brush out his hair.

It had grown out again, running down past his shoulders and with a smirk she set about braiding it, a task she had learn for Yuzu’s sake. Spotting a small vase of buttercups, the flower of the 9th, she braided a few in, the bright yellow matching his feathers.

The girls who had helped them all into their outfits emerged a few minutes latter, giggling like a flock of geese and telling Yachiru to come out.

The four adults turned to face the door, waiting silently as Yachiru slowly and shyly stepped into the room.

“You look stunning.” Yumichika cheered.

“Absolutely wonderful.” Karin agreed.

“He ain’t going to know what hit him. “Tatsuki agreed.

Yachiru stood there, nervously pulling on the hem of one sleeve and her cheeks a bright pink that wasn’t fully from the makeup. Her pink hair had been placed in a neat bun on her head and decorated with white yarrow flowers.

Her kimono flowed about her in such a way it almost seemed like the red koi were swimming as she moved and the red obi was tied in a large bow behind her so one could see it from the front as it framed her hips.

There was a heavy knock on the door shortly before it was thrust open, causing them all to jump in surprise and for Tatsuki to subconsciously reach for one of her hair sticks. Blocking the entire entrance was Kenpachi, his gaze searching the room three times before it finally settled on Yachiru.

“That you brat?” He asked in disbelief.

Yachiru looked to the side, the nervous tugging on the hem of her kimono increasing its pace.

Kenpachi strode up to her in four large strides and brushed her hand away from the hem.

“Stop that, you’ll ruin the kimono.” He admonished gently.

The others slipped out of the room, but hovered by the door as they watched the interaction between surrogate father and daughter.

“I feel so stupid.” Yachiru muttered.

“You look beautiful, and anyone who says otherwise wont be able to walk for a year.” He grunted.

Yachiru smiled shyly and raised her gaze to look up at him. Kenpachi took her into a soft hug, mindful of her hair and makeup.

“No matter what you know I will always be proud of you, right brat?” He whispered.

“Otousan.” She smiled, feeling the trickle of tears in the corner of her eyes.

“Now go knock him dead.” He smirked as he stood up and gave her a push towards the door.

Smirking she slapped his shoulder playfully before skipping to the door where the others were waiting for her. She shared a smile with them and they headed out. After a moment Yumichika re-entered the room, offering him a smile.

“You are doing good.” Yumichika offered.

Kenpachi grunted.

“It is not so easy letting go of ones little girl,” Yumichika commented, “and while I wouldn’t consider her my daughter I would defiantly say I think of myself as her otooji.”

“If he hurts her, I’ll rip his spin out through his ass.” Kenpachi grunted.

Yumichika chuckled.

“You would have to beat Yachiru to it.” The former 5th seat pointed out.

That earned another grunt from Kenpachi. Yumichika excused himself as he headed to the back to change himself before heading out to catch up to the girls. After all he still had to introduce Tatsuki to his friend. He had a feeling the two would get along swimmingly.



Big hugs to all the reviewers. I know it's been a while but I have been exceptionally busy. Kazes and I did another joint prompt, this time featuring Byakuya and Orihime, called Twin Blossoms. It was a hard pairing let me tell you so tell us how we did.

Hope you all enjoyed this chapter.