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Strawberry and the Bee	By : LeonTasume Category: Bleach > General Views: 11356 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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      For Omaeda, the aftermath of the battle was devastating. First he lost the battle and his position as lieutenant to an upstart ryoka. Then Omaeda had to move his things to a new room, which meant he had to spend more of his family’s money to upgrade this new room. And instead of the new lieutenant doing the paperwork that Omaeda had failed to do, Omaeda himself was ordered by Soi Fong to finish the paperwork. His day was going from bad to worse. “This should not be happening; surely Central 46 did not intend to remove me from my rightfully earned position!” Omaeda was thinking in circles, trying to find a loophole of some sort that could possibly get him his position back, sadly for him, there was none.
      Just as he was about to knock on his old room’s door, he heard Ichigo’s light snores coming from within. At that, he opened the door quietly and walked over to his old desk, looking like he was intending to do exactly as Soi Fong had ordered. That is, he was until he spotted the arm of a stuffed animal poking out from the inside of Ichigo’s duffel bag, which had yet to be unpacked. ‘What’s this?’ Omaeda made his way as quietly as possible to the duffel bag. He slowly opened it, not wanting to risk another ass kicking by the sleeping orange haired youth. He lifted the stuffed animal out of the bag by the arm that was sticking out and looked carefully at it. It appeared very old, and by the looks of it, it had gone through the wringer more than once, just by feeling the nearly unnoticeable stitch marks that lined its body. The most noticeable feature of the stuffed animal is its flattened head, and on the back of said head, it has a blue cross pattern stitched into it. ‘A stuffed...lion? Why would this guy carry…?’ A sudden twisted idea formed in Omaeda’s head. If his assumption was correct, this lion was Kurosaki’s childhood toy, and he couldn’t leave home without it. This was just what he needed to get some dirt on Kurosaki. In Omaeda’s mind no one would listen to a masculine guy like Kurosaki if everyone knew that he kept a stuffed animal. He tucked the toy into his Hamaka, intending to show it to the other squad members when he got done with the last of his paperwork.
      ‘With this, your handsome lieutenant will soon return to your side, Soi Fong-Taicho.’ He grabbed the semi-small stack of paperwork before exiting the room, with thoughts of sullying Kurosaki’s name before the day was done. After sliding the door to Ichigo’s room shut, Omaeda almost skipped to the mess hall, not wanting to wait to get his position back.
      Unbeknownst to him, Soi Fong had been following him the whole time; she wanted to be sure that he was actually going to do the last of his paperwork. One thing that many soul reapers of the other squads do not know is that she has a soft spot for cats. She watched as Omaeda picked up the stuffed animal and examined it.
      “So, this Kurosaki guy has a soft spot for cats too, looks like he’s your kind of guy, Soi Fong.” Suzumebachi giggled at the apparent similarity. Soi Fong however did not find it so funny.
      ‘Just because he has a stuffed cat does not make him my kind of guy.’ She looked away and blushed slightly when she added ‘…plus it’s not a black cat. It’s a lion, nothing like me.’ She furrowed her brow slightly, wanting to berate Suzumebachi but she was not able to find the words to do so.
      “He has a toy lion and you have a collection of black cats. It’s doesn’t make you that different from him. He has a soft spot for certain things like you do. And you should get it off of Omaeda before he does anything to it. I know how you would be if it was one of your collection in his hands.” Suzumebachi chirped the last part, and Soi Fong had to agree with her Zanpaktou, with that malicious glint in his eye, Omaeda was up to no good with Kurosaki’s possession, and even though she normally let her subordinates take care of their own lives and problems, Soi Fong did feel a small connection with Ichigo, despite the fact that she hated to admit said connection. ‘Fine, I’ll get it from Omaeda…Kurosaki had better appreciate this.’
Suzumebachi smirked at this “He will, it gives you a reason to be able to talk to Kurosaki-kun about more personal things.” Soi Fong almost stopped dead in her tracks when Suzumebachi mentioned this, and decided instead to hold onto the toy for a bit after she got it from Omaeda.
      “Omaeda! What do you think you are doing?” Soi Fong decided to reveal herself when Omaeda was about to walk into the mess hall and show off the new lieutenants stuffed lion.
      “S-soi Fong-Taicho! I was…going to complete my paperwork, like you requested.” Omaeda turned to his Taicho. He was hoping she would not notice the lump in his hamaka.
      “In the mess hall? I know you eat a lot Omaeda, but that is taking it too far.” Soi Fong looked at Omaeda’s hamaka and saw the lion shaped lump in it. “You may as well hand it over Omaeda. I can see Kurosaki-fukutaicho’s possession in your Hamaka, clear as day.” She only said Kurosaki’s title to show Omaeda’ that he no longer had the capability of doing as he pleased anymore. It seemed to work as Omaeda’s gaze widened as he heard Soi Fong add the title to the ryoka’s name. She held out her hand, waiting for him to hand over the item in question.
      He knew he had to think quickly, “But Taicho, this is my good luck charm, after loosing my position as Fukutaicho; I feel I need to carry it around to help myself feel better.” He hated lying to the object of his affection, but he desperately wanted his position back.
     His quick thinking was not quick enough. Soi Fong narrowed her eyes slightly. “That is a load of bull and you know it Omaeda. Now hand it over, that’s an order.” Soi Fong holds out her hand and glares up at Omaeda, daring him to lie to her face or disobey her again.
     “B-but, I-I…fine…” Realizing he was caught and there was no way out, he reluctantly handed it over. “I was only doing it as a joke Soi Fong-Taicho; I did not mean any harm.”
     “Joke or not, I will not tolerate any insubordination. You know this better than anyone else.” With that, Soi Fong, with “Bostov” in hand, then uses shunpo to get away from Omaeda as soon as possible. As soon as she got to her room and office, she opened a medium sized curio cabinet and added the lion to her collection. Though it stood out from her collection of black cat plushies and figurines, it looked almost as if it belonged there. Soi Fong smiled slightly as she closed the curio door.
     “Getting a soft spot for your new lieutenant, eh Soi Fong?” Suzumebachi did not want to let this little act of fondness go unchecked.
      “Don’t be ridiculous, I just feel that it would be…safer for it to remain with me until Omaeda gets it through his thick skull that he is no longer in the position to do as he pleases.” Soi Fong shifted her eyes away from her collection of cat items, as a small blush rose on her cheeks. She remembered the feeling from her fingers as they brushed across the tattered fabric of the lion plush, and almost reluctantly, she imagined Ichigo as a child holding onto it when it was new.
     Suzumebachi knew that there was more to the story than that, “Oh, yes that’s why you’re blushing right now.” She rolled her eyes as Soi Fong blushed a little more. “Seriously Soi Fong, if you don’t take him as your own, some other female shinigami will. I think that Kuchiki Rukia girl has her eye on him.” At this, Suzumebachi both hears and watches Soi Fong’s breath hitch slightly, signifying that she does indeed hold a soft spot for him; though how big that spot is, would be another matter.
     Soi Fong sighed and looked out of one the windows in her room “Even if I did have a soft spot for him, he isn’t the type to notice something like that.” she once again remembered the feeling of the tattered fabric of the lion plush when her fingers brushed across it and she once again imagined Ichigo as a child holding onto it for dear life when it was new. She soon let he mind wander on the subject for a while longer before disciplining herself and soon began to start the pile of paper work that was waiting for her because of the addition and change of rank of her most recent and intriguing squad member. Her feelings would have to wait; the only things more important were her dedication to her duties and her loyalty to Yourichi-Sama.
     Ichigo, while appearing to sleep soundly, was far from doing that. Instead, his dreams were being haunted by both the images that Hichigo was conjuring up of the small captain, as well as images of said captain that his own mind was betraying him with. Needless to say, Ichigo was both enjoying the slideshow of images and cursing himself and Hichigo for even imagining such provocative positions and poses of Soi Fong. Within his own inner world, things were going from funny, to downright hilarious for Hichigo.
     “C’mon King! You and I both know that you want the captain! Hell, did you see her face when you went into Bankai? If she was already yours, she would have thrown herself all over you at that display of power.” Hichigo, in one of the soon to become rare moments of not either ogling Soi Fong or laughing his ass off at Ichigo’s inability to admit his attraction to the petite captain, grinned and looked at Ichigo. “I mean, there is the fact that she seems to care less about that former lieutenant of hers, the fact that she didn’t kill you for staring at her ass, and the looks she was giving you during the battle, I’d say she is getting the hots for you, and fast. I say, as soon as you can, take her and make her yours.” Hichigo had long since noticed Omaeda taking the plush toy, but honestly, he could care less about it at the moment, in fact he welcomed the intrusion of privacy. He thought it would be rather amusing to watch Ichigo explain it to Soi Fong when he found it missing and possibly in her possession.
     “You know…you can shut up any time now.” Ichigo had a healthy blush running from ear to ear. The healthy young man part of him was enjoying the imagery of both his and Ichigo’s imaginations, but the disciplined side of him desperately wanted to shove Hichigo off the buildings that existed in Ichigo’s mindscape for even thinking of such thoughts. “The reasons you listed are just flukes, she’s probably going to give me hell tomorrow.” Ichigo could not imagine the types of training that Soi Fong had in store for him, hopefully it was better than what his father decided to do, and he couldn’t handle another person diving into his room just to dropkick him in the face as a wakeup call.
     Hichigo, not for the first time, decided to ignore the order to shut up. “And your point is? If she makes life hell on you, it might be her way of telling you to toughen up some more for her and a reason for her to stare at you in exchange. So suck it up and do what any self respecting male would do, prove your worth her time. I would do it for you, but somebody aside from you is a stick in the mud, and we have been ordered not to use my power to boot.” Hichigo obviously had no sympathy for his counterpart, and he felt it was more than a little unfair to be kept cooped up unless in an extreme circumstance popped up.
     “You know… you’re supposed to be on my side here.” Ichigo growled at his hollow, as much as he hated to admit it, Hichigo did make valid points.
     “What, and avoid seeing you so distraught? I wouldn’t dream of it King.” Hichigo started cackling again, knowing that he was causing Ichigo massive amounts of discomfort and annoyance. With little else to say, Ichigo decided to do his best to ignore the very distracting pictures of Soi Fong that his mind and Hichigo was conjuring up, and tried relax.
     The next morning, around 6:45 A.M., the door to the Second Squad Lieutenant’s room slowly slid open, the intruder, made their way to the bed, upon which laid its inhabitant, a tall orange haired youth whom was sleeping soundly. Without much hesitation, the intruder decided to wake up the hapless youth by literally kicking him in the ass and forced him off of the bed.
     Ichigo, having then fallen off the bed in a very unceremonious manner, sat up relatively quickly, ready to deck whoever decided to interrupt his sleep. “What the hell?! Who wakes people up like that?” Ichigo glared at the intruder, and his glare immediately disappeared upon seeing that the “intruder” was his Captain.
     “I wake up people in this manner when I have to teach them about the skills that they lack. Obviously you lack many skills; otherwise you would have been able to dodge my wakeup call.” Soi Fong looked at Ichigo with her usual indifference, earlier on she had decided that until Ichigo is able to perform proficiently without her help, she would treat him like any other new squad member who needs training. “We have wasted enough time as is, so get off your ass so we can get this over with.” Soi Fong shifted her gaze from Ichigo to one of his windows, the one thing her mind forgot to register until now was that Ichigo had slept only in his Hamaka pants, which left his toned upper body exposed to the morning sun, and the shadows played on his skin in an almost hypnotizing way for Soi Fong. She shook herself free of the thoughts and images that Suzumebachi had been placing into her head, and turned to leave Ichigo’s room. “Meet me at the same field we were at yesterday in five minutes. We will start your training there.” She then walked out of the room and disappeared from sight.
     Ichigo watched as she left, and decided to heed her warning of five minutes. It seemed like something else was on her mind, but it would be best to wait until she wanted to talk with him to address it. After slipping on the rest of his outfit, he slipped the Lieutenant’s badge onto his right bicep, and adjusted it to fit his arm. “It’s going to be a long day…I’d better not piss her off.” And with that, he too left his room and made his way to the training field.
     Soi Fong found that she did not have to wait very long for her new lieutenant, which was very refreshing for a change. Omaeda usually had her waiting an additional few minutes at the very least. Sure he made up for it with his loyalty, but his constant lateness, laziness and messy eating habits got on her nerves. Ichigo however, aside from being easier on her eyes to look at, appeared to be at least trying to make an effort not to make her mad. This would not convince her to be any easier on Ichigo when it came to teaching him the basics of the Second Squad and Special Forces. “Before I teach you anything, I first want to know what you do know how to do as a Shinigami.” Soi Fong crossed her arms over her chest, and looked at some of the other squad members who were doing their own personal training.
     “Well, I can obviously use shunpo pretty well, you’ve personally saw how good I am with Zangetsu, but kido, I don’t know a thing about.” Ichigo scratched the back of his head as he said this. He thought his skills were good enough to beat most of his opponents, but to Soi Fong, he was just lucky and the skills that Ichigo had needed to be honed to a razors edge, and the skills he did not have needed to be learned, that is, if he was even able to perform a basic Kido spell.
     “Whatever the case may be, you will be trained in everything. I don’t care how good you think you are, there is always someone better. But at least we know the gist of what you are capable of.” Soi Fong sighed, and turned towards Ichigo. “We may as well see if you can perform kido. If it blows up in your face by the end of the day, then we will ignore that skill set completely.” Soi Fong smirked when Ichigo visibly whitened at her last statement. It would seem that training Ichigo would be more fun than she thought.
     “First things first, let’s see just how good your shunpo skills actually are.” Soi Fong, then proceeded to punch Ichigo in the arm, and looked at Ichigo with what some would consider as an evil smirk and simply said, “You’re it.” She then vanished from sight
     For the split second that she was standing there, he gave her a confused look; then smirked as an instant after she disappeared, he did too. Their game of tag was an interesting one to say the least. Every time Ichigo got close to tagging Soi Fong, she increased her speed, made a sudden movement in the other direction, or she “tagged” him first. Her tags ended up giving him several bruises; she certainly kept her word that she would not go easy on him. Without realizing the time that passed, they ended up playing this unwatchable game of tag for four hours. When they finally stopped, Soi Fong ended up tagging Ichigo at least 50 times, she had honestly lost track after that, and Ichigo had only tagged her 10 times. Though he knew she had more experience with shunpo, he still growled in frustration for not being able to catch the petite captain as much as he should have. Soi Fong only sighed and looked towards Ichigo.
     Before she could say anything though, a voice that both Ichigo and Soi Fong were familiar with decided to speak up. “Don’t beat yourself over not catching her Ichigo. Out of everyone in the squad, you tagged her the most.” Their mutual teacher Soi Fong was leaning against a tree, an apple in her hand and a sly smile on her face. “Though this is unexpected, both of my former pupils training together. It must be destiny.” The last part was added to get a rise out of her students, and a rise she got. Both of her students visibly blushed, and made statements denying such a thing.
   “Y-yoruichi-Sama!” was all Soi Fong could say, she wanted to protest, but could not form the proper words, at least, not without insulting her mentor.
     “Don’t just assume things Yoruichi! Just because we are your students does not mean you can poke fun at something like that.” Ichigo, however, had no problem with telling the dark skinned Goddess of Flash off. But with doing so, he earned himself a fist to the back of his head by Soi Fong.
      “You shouldn’t speak like that to someone like Yoruichi-Sama!” Soi Fong obviously still held her mentor and former Taicho in very high regards.
      A chuckle escaped Yoruichi’s velvet soft lips, she was amused at how the pair acted, they were almost like a couple…this gave her a few ideas on getting the two of them together. Pushing such thoughts aside for later, she decided to encourage Ichigo a little. “You think you were bad? You should have seen Omaeda try the same thing. He only tagged Soi Fong once, while she got him over 150 times. No contest. Everyone else was at most able to get 3 or 4 tags.”
     Ichigo couldn’t believe it. “You’re shitting me. If he was that bad how the hell did he even get this position?” He looked over to Soi Fong whose blush had calmed down a lot, and found that she was smirking at the memory of delivering a sound beating to Omaeda.
      “There were actually a couple of reasons. First was that his family has had a decent amount of pull within the Gotei 13 and Central 46. And second, was that power and speed are always not what makes you a lieutenant. He is a brilliant tactician. But that is about all he had going for himself.” Yoruichi took a bite out of her apple and looked at the pair. “One way or another, he was on the edge of getting a demotion. Ichigo’s arrival here in Seireitei, if anything, both dealt with an inefficient Fukutaicho, and dealt with replacing said Fukutaicho at the same time. But with how well you did in the past Ichigo, I think you and Soi Fong will work together well.” She pointed to Ichigo as she was saying this and though she did not verbally admit it, Soi Fong agreed with her teacher.
     “As fun as this has been…” Yoruichi stretches and turns to walk out of the compound “…I’ve got to get going. I’ll see you two love-birds around” She flashes one of her infamous catlike grins and winks at them before she disappears from sight as she turns a corner, leaving a now blushing Soi Fong, once again alone with an equally red Ichigo.
     As if to rid himself of the words that Yoruichi spoke to them, Ichigo shakes his head back and forth a few times before turning to look at Soi Fong. “Before we continue…yesterday you said you had some questions to ask me?”
     Slightly startled by her mentor’s words, Soi Fong almost misses Ichigo’s question. She sighs and decides to ask her first question. “The Sotaicho mentioned that you have a little friend of sorts…what exactly is it?”
      Already slapping himself for thinking she forgot about it, he decided that he had little choice but to answer her. “I’m sure you remember the Vizards that fought during the Winter War against Aizen, as well as the origin of their…special powers, right?” Soi Fong nodded, remembering the hollow-like masks that the Vizards donned when they fought. Ichigo drew a deep breath. “Well, to say it bluntly, I have the same power that they do. I have a hollow inside of me.” Soi Fong was slightly surprised, she knew that the Vizards had access to hollow powers, but she did not realize that there was a hollow living inside of them. Taking her silence as a signal to continue, he spoke again “It’s hard to explain…It at first used to want to take control of me so it could do whatever it wanted, and a few times; it succeeded. Then Shinji and the other Vizards helped me gain control of it, and since then, my hollow has been…cooperative.” He looked to Soi Fong, and tried reading the expressions that she had upon her face.
    ‘A Hollow; held inside and working with him? That would explain the restriction of power…as well as how he came to acquire it.’ Soi Fong didn’t entirely get how it worked, but after seeing what Vizards could do, she decided not to question something that obviously worked. “That explains the reason for restriction…That actually answers a few of my questions. But I expect you to answer any other questions I find fit to ask later on, understood Kurosaki?” Soi Fong stood up and walked a short distance back into the training field.
     Ichigo nodded his head and answered with a simple “Hai, Soi Fong Taicho,” before getting up and following her to the field where she had several box shaped targets set up.
Soi Fong gestured to one of the targets, “This is the second part of your training. Pay attention because I’m only going to explain this once.” She then faced one of the targets and held her arm out, palm facing the target and started her explanation of this lesson. “Each Kidō spell is graded on a scale from 1 to 99, the latter being the most powerful and the most difficult to perform. The scale is a measure of difficulty, as there can be multiple spells which share the same level. To use Kidō, you must recite the specific incantation for the spell, which is often long and requires a few seconds to speak.” She broke her explination to take a breath and looked to see if Ichigo was paying attention, which not surprisingly, he was.
       “This weakness can be negated by Shinigami capable of using Eishōhaki or Incantation Abandonment, a technique that releases Kidō without the spirit chant. While it decreases the time needed to release the Kidō, it drastically weakens the spell. While anyone well versed in Kidō can use this technique, it is most effective when done by a skilled practitioner, otherwise the spell could utterly fail…meaning it will blow up in your face if you are unable to properly do it. I will be teaching you a simple hadō, then a simple bakudō” Soi Fong then braces her outstretched arm with the other, and begins building up her reiatsu while she moves her hand to point at the target. “First gather the energies around your arms, they will dictate where the spell is unleashed, then recite the chant: Ye lord! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Wind and will, fight the oncoming waves, and make your presence known! Hadō #1. Sho!” After the incantation was over, nothing appeared to happen with Soi Fong, but the target on the other hand, ended up being forced off of its post and was tossed back at least 5 meters. After lowering her hand, Soi Fong looked to Ichigo and gestured to another target. “Think you can handle that much?”
       “It doesn’t seem that hard. I’ll give it a shot.” Ichigo positioned himself in front of the target and began focusing his reiatsu around his arms. As he did this, the wind slightly picked up and seemed to focus around Ichigo and his arms “Ye lord! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Wind and will,fight the oncoming waves, and make your presence known! Hadō #1. Sho!” For a few moments it appeared that nothing happened, then without warning, both Ichigo and the target were sent hurling in opposite directions. The target, ended up being flung about fifty meters from its origin, and Ichigo, ended up crashing into the wall that was about 4 meters behind him. Soi Fong watched this and only had one thing going through her mind ‘Ichigo Kurosaki was not one of the Shinigami who could use hadō effectively.’ She walked over to an undamaged part of the wall and leaned against it while watching Ichigo, who was too preoccupied with the result of his kido to notice Soi Fong’s close proximity. “Well, that proves one thing, while you can perform the spells, your Reiatsu is way too uncontrolled yet to be able to perform them properly. The only thing to do now, is teach you how to control your reiatsu, then we may come back to teaching you the Hadō and Bakudō techniques.”
     Ichigo nodded his head “That is if we can get me to control my reiatsu. Ishida once told me my reiatsu was like a water faucet that was on full blast. I don’t know how to turn down the pressure, so I can’t properly suppress my power.” Soi Fong sighed and wacked Ichigo upside the head when he said this.
    “Baka! That’s why we are going to teach you how to do it, even if it takes longer than normal. You’re in my squad, so you’re going to learn how to suppress your power. We start now.”
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There it is folks, Chapter four of Strawberry and the Bee. Decided to make it a cliffie to make the intro to chapter 5 more interesting and enable me to make a small time skip. I hope to get chapter five up by at least next week. Don’t forget to review! Ja ne!
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