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Changing of the Guard	By : c0p13r Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 81 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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            Orihime cried out over Ichigo’sshoulder when she was slammed up against the wall, her arms clutching aroundhim, hands clutching wherever there was purchase in the lines of his muscles. Her legs clamped tightly to his middle tohelp her perch, but his hands were enough to keep her aloft as he shovedhimself into her.
            As with swordplay, he grew adept tothis ‘activity’ very quickly, learning the strides and motions to bring aboutto his crooning lover. No expert yet,but he was going with such heated fervor that more often than not, Orihime hadto break her usual conformity and beg him for some respite.
            “Sorry,” he wheezed, hiding his facein the crook of her neck. More of heressence was dripping down his cock. Helearned fast that this was a good thing; she always was loudest and mostsatisfied when her body drizzled and sprayed. He liked getting her there, but it seemed that she had a limit beforestarting to feel raw, needing more and more pauses while Ichigo tried to bringhimself to orgasm.
            Not like Orihime wasn’t up to thetask. She’d made him cum once againtheir second time – She had experienced more than two as he pounded her intothe pillows, heedless of the noisy headboard. – and was very curious as theybroke for a more substantial time before the third. She was more curious for this round. Blushing, she had fully surrendered herclothes, stating something that she didn’t want to ruin Senjumaru-san’s hardwork; she was too considerate, considering that Ichigo had seen firsthand whatthe Great Weaver’s cloth could endure. Ichigo had been perked and ready, but didn’t want to pressure Orihime;he could see as much as sense her fatigue. Her hair, so normally neat at flowing, had become ruffled anddisorganized, her eyes somewhat dizzy even though they were trained to hisrisen appendage. He felt he should be asconservative with that piece of him as she was with her own parts; hiding herbreasts that he had sucked on and covering her crotch which was packed with hiscum.
            They had sat next to each other,like kids at a dance too timid to engage and ask the other onto the floor. But Orihime’s interest could not be containedfor long. She had fidgeted and tried todistract with idle chatter of how they made so much noise – not dirty talk, butit had made Ichigo’s face turn scarlet – and that she was happy. But eventually, she could not help it and hadto ask: “Can I touch it?” Ichigo’s cockwas still stiff and standing up, proudly streaked with drying juices andglistening with a pearly liquid of precum carrying some leftover sperms.
            “Inoue!” he gasped, soundingshocked, like he hadn’t just ejaculated twice inside of her. He was definitely willing, but wasn’t sure ifthey were ready to be handsy. At the sametime, he did nothing to prevent her left hand from drifting down from where shehugged her breasts to latch onto his erection. Her hand was so soft and careful, making a snug fist around him,tightening to test his resilience. Bythe look in her eyes, she was impressed or astounded by how strong infelt. Muscles swelling against thin skinthat pulled with the motions of her fist.
            “Amazing, Kurosaki-kun,” she said inawe as though he’d done some trick other than sit there and let her fondlehim. Her interest only grew, proddingthe head, careful of the dewdrop of precum that wobbled dangerously as itswelled, noting that the mushroom tip was more yielding than the rest of thestem. And of course, she had to showinterest in his balls. Poking there madeher muse from the skin’s elasticity while carefully avoiding the balls – whichTatsuki-chan had told her over and over were overly-sensitive and a man’sgreatest weakness – with the deep pushes of her fingertip.
            Ichigo breathed heavily at herexamination and wondered if it was alright to ask for reciprocation. He wanted to fondle her breasts as openly asshe did his cock, and if gathering the courage, he’d like to come face-to-facewith her womanhood and apply the knowledge learned from dirty magazines.
            Instead, he gave entirely. Orihime yelped when she was swept from herseat, swapping the bed for his lap, his trembling hands guiding her. Taken by surprise, she instantly tried tohelp him, shifting and lifting her hips as he directed himself to her core,embarrassed to feel his head brushing between her breasts as they aligned. He shoved over down, and it was all she coulddo to hug him to her bosom, howling his name as he plunged in for this thirdtime.
            The position was perhaps a bit tooadvanced for them. They were bothoverzealous, trying to find a rhythm, but her fatigue was showing as was hisoverenthusiasm. Best for him to takecharge again. They did some rocking,Orihime trying to ride his cock while he thrust himself up against her in thissitting position, but he grabbed handfuls of her ass – “Kurosaki-kun!”she yipped at the audacious grab. – and hoisted her to his feet. She gave nonsensical protest that she wasmuch too heavy for this, but quieted – her objections, at least – when she wasthrust up against the wall, rutted passionately as she clung to him.
            “Please, Kurosaki-kun,” shesobbed mid-climax, her body undulating of its own accord. “I-I can’t…!”
            Jarred, he stopped, enjoying thefeeling of her flexing around him again but disappointed not to be able tothrust through and push back those deliciously-tightening walls. “Sorry,” he breathed halfheartedly. A hand slammed to the wall – She was lightenough for him to brace with one. – and tensed as Orihime coiled and swoonedand shuddered through her orgasm. Whenher hips ticked after a prolonged stillness, he knew she was telling him tocontinue and use her until his passion was fulfilled.
            He tried and made it to three solidpumps before his conscience overrode his arousal. She tried to compensate, gyrating her hips –which felt really good – but he showed her his smile and said, “Maybe… weshould rest a bit after all.”
            Orihime flushed to his generosityand consideration. “A-Are yousure?” She did not want to say it outloud, but she could feel his sturdy stay inside of her. If he was calling for a break, it was not forhis benefit. He was so nice. She wanted to say that she could keep going,but with this enthusiasm so sudden, she couldn’t. The first time alone had overwhelmed her,though her body was willing. Now she wasmentally, physically, and even emotionally spent. Sleep would be welcome.
            And getting to rest her head uponKurosaki-kun’s shoulder as he carefully took her back to his bed, it waspractically a dream come true. “Thankyou, Kurosaki-kun,” she whispered so faintly.
            I’ll try harder…
            There was certainly a difficulty inextracting his hard erection from Inoue’s tight body. The wet sound was pretty loud when the roomwas quiet. He wasn’t even sure she wasawake for the disengagement. No,definitely asleep. Orihime fell limplywhen he tilted her, trying to be as gentle as possible but fumbling. Not that it disturbed her. She dropped, even hit her head on theheadboard which threw him into a panic, but she just snored soundly, armssplayed lazily at her sides, breasts rising and falling – and he watched themwith his annoyingly persistent erection – body wholly still.
            Well, she did brag about having ahard head, and he could attest to that fact.
            He wanted to watch her nakednesswith boyhood curiosity, but chose instead to be a gentleman and draw the coversup to her neck.
            “Mm… Kurosaki-kun…” She wrapped herself in the comfort,snuggling, smiling in her dreams.
            Ichigo smiled down at her for amoment. He looked at the door. No one was coming. He could sense no one was in the vicinity,and even deeper than that, while he could not read minds, he felt that no onehad any inclination to visit Reio’s bedchamber. Thank goodness. He felt he coulddo with some rest too, even after sleeping for a whole week.
            He lay down next to Orihime, feelingit might be a bit intrusive to try cuddling. Instead, he was on his back, contemplating the ceiling, trying to findsome manner of quiet in his head. But…he couldn’t. There was much too much tothink about. Let alone hisrecently-forgone status as a virgin, he had to contemplate being the Soul King,a lynchpin to the very fabric of reality! Did he have to rule and make decrees? He was good at language, but not speeches or government. Perhaps he could ask Osho if he could merelyplay the part of an interim Reio, find a more suitable host and pass on thislegacy.
            Groaning, he rolled over,back-to-back with Inoue, feeling his hard cock swing onto the mattress.
            He needed relief…
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            “You’ll wear yourself out even ifyou just stare at the computer all night!”
            Urahara’s concentration broke as amug was thrust in front of him, between face and screen. Without even realizing it, he’d pressedcloser and closer, trying the analyze all of the hypotheticals measured againstthe stats of Kurosaki-san’s charts. Urahra was not Mayuri and accepted the offering graciously with alaugh. “Sorry,” he chuckled sheepishly,swiveling away from the computer. “It’sthat these findings are really interesting. No one’s really gotten to study a Soul King, so it’s all new. Captain Kurotsuchi must be overjoyed in hisbarracks.”
            Kirio rose to full height, chestout, jumping in her robes. She’d been inthe kitchen, baking and cooking and preparing nonstop, which slimmed her downto her alluring, provocative self, making favorite meals for those in Reiokyu –like the Quincy guests. Osho never pinedfor much of anything but a high-stacked bowl of rice, some cooked meat, and ajug of warm sake. He had immeasurablepatience, standing behind Urahara until he practically blended into the scenerydespite his immense frame. When Kiriohad brought his food, he thanked her graciously and sat, eating on the floorthough Kirio briefly chastised him that meals were meant for tables.
            “The ground itself is the greatesttable,” he contested jovially, “for we all share that same table!”
            Hardly the first time they had sucha discussion; Kirio huffed but let him be. He enjoyed her food, and while a bit excentric, that was all thatmatter.
            Urahara turned to the tray that shehad brought him. Rice balls no doubtpacked with more nutrients than even Inoue-san’s seaweed sauce specials. Urahara had had the privilege of knowingHikifune Kirio briefly before assuming her spot as Twelfth Squad Captain andknew that her scientific pursuits were more about life than knowledge. Probably why she ascended and the likes ofhim, Aizen, and Mayuri were doomed to below.
            “I’m worried,” he confessed, holdingthe mug in his hands between his knees, his finger stroking anxiously againstit, “that I won’t be able to help Kurosaki-san in the end.”
            “Nonsense!” sang Kirio, shoulderingher massive spoon and sporting a big smile. “You give yourself too much credit, Kisuke-chan! We’re grateful for your help, but Squad Zerois the Royal Guard! We’ve been lookingafter Reio-sama for a million years!”
            “Well, technically, Kirio-san,you’ve only been a part of Squad Zero for the past one-hundred-twenty years…”
            “Now don’t bother with semantics,”she scolded him with a shaking finger. He bowed his head, laughing with a silly grin. “And eat! Gain your own strength, and let me worry about nurturing ourIchigo-chan.” She strode so seamlessly,her broad hips swinging with every step.
            “But will it be that easy?” Urahara’s question made her pause to lookback at him. He continued staring at histea, as if his reflection would address his concerns. “I’m not underestimating your abilities,Kirio-san, but the previous Reio was encapsulated. We don’t know entirely what to expect from aSoul King like Kurosaki-san.”
            “Hmph!” She wasn’t angry and just heaved her breastsin her posture; they gave a gratuitous jump. “It’s my job to fulfill Reio-sama’s appetite, Kisuke-san! Whatever ails him, I will be there to satehim!”
            “That’s right,” agreed Osho,scrubbing his lip with the back of his hairy arm. “That is why it’s up to Ichigo to bring hisown guard into our ranks! The bonds hehas forged will be what he relies on. Which is why you are here, Urahara Kisuke.” Grabbing a handful of tender meat, he stuffedhis mouth and chewed juicily. “Surelyyou will come up with a solution for a King who embodies harmony.”
            Urahara’s finger stilled as athought occurred. He gave it a moment,and then his face brightened. “Ah! You’re right, Osho-san! Thank you, Kirio-san, for the snacks!”
            Kirio’s head bowed, herlaughing. “Of course. Now if you’ll excuse me, I must be preparedfor Reio-sama’s morning.”
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            It was no use. Ichigo couldn’t go to sleep. The bright blue yonder had mercifully shiftedto night, the vast empty expanse out the balcony dark. Ichigo went to look out, but thought it muchtoo whimsical and a bit cheesy. Not thathe wanted to ponder the emptiness, but at least appreciate the view.
            Maybe if Inoue was awake…
            She liked things like this better,and could say things that made him smile or at least think. But she was dead to Reiokyu; a peaceful sleephad turned deep and deeper until she was sprawled out. When he’d left the covers, she had alreadyuncovered one of her breasts. Clearinghis throat, he tried to seem nonchalant – for no one in particular – as hecovered her back up.
            It didn’t help. His erection was stubborn and throbbinganxiously. He could try to coax Orihimefor one more round, but it felt sleazy of him to keep pursuing her. Let her rest, he decided. And when she woke up…
            He was smiling to himself as hepulled on his shihakusho.
            … he’d have food ready for her.
            If he could not satiate his lust,he’d distract it with hunger. There wasthe option to be independent and take care of it himself, but it felt a littleodd to do it with Orihime sleeping nearby. Not to mention that Inoue was sleeping nearby enticed him to wantto go again! A hand just did not compareto the slick, smooth feeling of her nether parts.
            He wondered if he should leave anote for her. Maybe not, mostly due tothe fact that he couldn’t think of where to get a paper and pen, and he did notwant to run into anyone! Such adrenalinpumping was making him very apprehensive, suddenly aware of Orihime’s commentabout their volume. He had beenpretty passionate, the bed hitting into the wall, Inoue losing control of hervolume, he himself seething with raw pleasure as he took her with littlerestraint.
            Should Urahara-san find out…
            He didn’t want to think of the quipsthe shopkeeper would make to underscore Ichigo and Orihime’s sudden affections. Knowing him, Urahara would expect some kindof payment, “For it was no doubt the dress of my design that made you losecontrol, eh, Kurosaki-san?”
            Damn creep! Ichigo punched the wall without thinking, asif his theory was reality.
            Well, that revealing dress didstir Ichigo’s loins, but he wasn’t so basic that it’d make him lose control. He wasn’t Kon or Keigo.
            “Aw, what’d that wall ever doto you?”
            Ichigo blinked out of his stupidrage to turn and find he was not alone in this corridor. It was the Quincy girl, one he had foughtafter descending from Reiokyu to fight the Vanderreich. She was the scrawny, unserious one, with darkhair, wide blue eyes, and keen toward the whacky occult. Hardly a threat even back then; he didn’teven see her as an enemy now.
            But an encounter was what he washoping to avoid.
            He straightened his posture, put onthe face of impassive no-nonsense. “Whatare you doing here?”
            “What a rude thing to say,” Gigichided merrily. “I was ordered by youShinigami to stay here for the time being, so I can wander wherever I want,can’t I?” Playfully, with her handslinked behind her, she strutted across the width of the hallway, keeping hereyes on him during her wide march. Hisdemeanor didn’t change, but hers did; a look of woe, eyes shimmering withtears, fists clenching beneath her chin. “You even took my Bambi-chan away, so I’ve got no one to play with. You Shinigami are so cruel.”
            Ichigo wasn’t falling for this act,and he had no idea who this ‘Bambi-chan’ was. Still, he could sympathize. Fromthe vague details, this Quincy – and others – had lent a hand to overthrowYhwach. They might not have beenentirely instrumental in his defeat, but they did risk their lives and helpedUrahara-san get to Wahrwelt. “It’s forthe best,” he told her. His eyes werehard. “After what you Quincies did, youshould be glad you’re getting away at all.”
            “Ooo, how scary~” Gigicowered, flinching, not fooling anyone with that smile. “I hope you don’t hurt me~” She teetered, and it was obvious that she wasbrandishing her rear with a playful wiggle. “I guess I have been pretty bad after all~”
            “Get out of my way,” said Ichigo,pushing her effortlessly aside so that he could pass on his way to the kitchen.
            Her falling against the wall to theground was simply theatrics on her part – “So cruel♥” – but then there was aflicker of genuine interest. She pushedout her nose, chasing his course, and sniffed several times. “Hey, you smell funny,” she called out afterhim.
            He stopped.
            “Has Reio-sama been up to somethingnaughty~♥”
            Ichigo looked back at her withastonished shame plastered on his face.
            Gigi’s index fingers pointedtogether as she laughed. “You did! Such a pervert King~ King of Perverts~”
            Blushing, Ichigo hoped no one was inearshot to hear her ridicule. “Sh-Shutup! You don’t know what you’re talkingabout!”
            “Is Reio-sama supposed to lie?” Gigicontinued to taunt him. She looked offto the side, like the matter didn’t interest her anymore. “No need to be ashamed~ Things can get pretty boring if you don’tplay often. Right, Reio-chan?” She looked back at him with a wry grin.
            Ichigo fussed and then snorted –“Whatever.” – and began to walk away. Who cared what a weirdo like her thought? He just hoped that she wouldn’t startspreading some rumors that were true. Somehow, he didn’t like the idea of her prowling Reiokyu’s corridorsunattended. He’d need to ask Urahara-sanif it was really a good idea to leave to themselves.
            Almost nervously, he glanced back,feeling an eerie chill, the kind that wasn’t sensing reiatsu but the feeling ofeyes upon him. Sure enough, the Quincywas watching him with rapt, hungry interest. She had moved to lay on her stomach, kicking her feet dawdlingly behindher while keeping her chin propped up in her hands. Wistfully, she had watched him, with a bitmore intrigue than a girl should watch him.
            “If you ever need a friend”—Shemoved a hand out from beneath her chin and flourished a finger to point atherself—“you know where to find me, Reio-chan♪”
            Ichigo felt his stomach turn. Something internal warned him that taking herup on that offer would lead to a bit too much for him to handle. He just wanted a snack and something to bringOrihime. Admittedly, this intermissionhad distracted him from his persistent problem, and he was glad that the Quincyhad missed it entirely in the folds of his hakama.
            He turned sharply from her, hispupils sharp pinpoints, eyes forcefully furrowed and posture awkward andstiff. “J-Just go to bed already! It’s late!”
            “Okay,” she drawled behind him, andbegan to totter off, unlikely to take his advice, but at least leave him alone…for now. She sauntered off, but beforerounding a corner, she called back, “Just remember: I’m staying in a room downthis hall.”
            “I don’t need to know that!” heshouted, pivoting at her to show his anger, but she was already gone, out ofsight, leaving him alone. Instinctively,he surveyed the area.
            Yeah, he was alone.
            Good…
            These corridors sure were tricky totraverse, even if he’d walked them a few hours ago. The romps with Inoue had lasted a while, withthe interim of catching their breath taking up a good amount of time. It wasn’t the time to really reflect on it,but he could hardly help himself! Firstkiss! First time having sex! He gauged both momentous moments and worriedthat he might have come on to strong. Hopefully he hadn’t seemed to pressure Inoue; from his perspective, hemight have. He was Reio. He didn’t want to use that as an excuse or areason.
            He stopped, bracing against a wallwith his elbow, exhaling heavily with knees buckling. Not good, he thought. It wasn’t as intense, but this was not sodifferent than when he had lost control of his reiatsu earlier. Luckily, it was a momentary spike, and he wasback in control. Beneath his uniform, hefelt air, like something was flowing out of his pores. It might have been a bit above his attentionspan, but he got the gist of Urahara-san’s explanation, that the latchesincorporated into his clothing relieved him of excess reiatsu.
            Though since bedding with Inoue, hefelt pretty relaxed; now was the only stirring to occur, and it quicklysubsided. He was able to think of otherthings, like how easily he had made it to the royal banquet hall. In truth, it seemed no more than a shutoffdining room; circular with a circular table for a good number of guests. Without the piles of Kirio’s cooking, it waspretty empty in here. Ichigo would havethought that the food would have been left out, but then, it had been a while.
            The aroma lingered and triggeredIchigo’s hungry response. Kirio’s foodwas on another level of appetizing. Normally, he couldn’t be coaxed to eat the bizarre foods he had seen ather table, but he could muscle through and eat as much as there was.
            “Mmm!” he heard the appeasedhum coming from the kitchen entrance. The was definitely Kirio, humming back there. He didn’t want to intrude, but his hunger wasspiking. The closer he got to thedoorway, the hotter the air became. Itwas like she had a furnace in there instead of ovens! Even so, he edged up a flap with his armoverhead and peeked inside.
            “Kirio?”
            There she was, at a table of herown, more moderately-sized and traditional in shape. She sat on a wooden chair, and in front ofher were likely the leftovers from earlier. She was currently dining on a bowl of shrimp ramen when she heard Ichigocalling out to her.
            She turned, dark eyes aglow in thefires of the oven. Even her skinshimmered, sweaty from the heat, and her robes were intentionally open to dealwith it. Ichigo didn’t want to notice,but he did; at least for a second before he respectfully stared her in the eyessolely. It was still an experience tosee her diminished form, where all her bulk resided in her bust and butt.
            Her cheeks were bloated from thefood. “Mm!” She slurped – a bit crass for a lady, but hedidn’t fault her, knowing the delectableness of the food – swallowed, andcheered out loud, “Ichigo-chan! Whatbrings you to my kitchen?”
            He hadn’t intruded at all by the wayshe received him; it was a worry that she might be guarded where she honed herrespected craft. Like Kurotsuchi.
            But she was very much the oppositeof the Twelfth Squad Captain, and was entirely about generosity and charity.
            She rose from her seat, and hergenerosity almost spilled out from her careless robes from the look of it; hecould not avoid it when those ample mounds shifted and churned when shewelcomed him with wide arms. “Have youcome with an appetite? Good, good! How about you take a seat”—She left no roomfor objection, taking him by the wrist and leading him to her chair—“and I’llcook you something fresh!”
            She manhandled him quitepersistently. “No, don’t worry—oof!—aboutit, Kirio! I-I was just wondering if,maybe… Something light? And…” He spoke with more pauses, trying to confront the warmth in his facethat was internal rather than the external heat blazing. “Something for Inoue.”
            “For Orihime-chan? Something light? Ichigo-chan,” she derided in a motherly tone,“don’t be so thoughtless! Orihime-chanis a robust and growing girl! She needsfood with oomph! Foods that explode withnutrition and flavor, food that a woman in her springtime desires for fertilityand strength!”
            It was one of her quirks; Ichigohoped to ignore her chosen descriptions. “No, nothing like that…!”
            “Nonsense! It is precisely what you need! You don’t come to the chef of Reiokyu forsomething unsubstantial! It’s up to meto replenish yours and your guests’ strength! Oop!” A massive breastrolled out from under her shihakusho, pressing the robe back to taunt Ichigo’sinstantly-stupefied face. “Pardon me,Ichigo-chan,” she laughed, stuffing the mound back behind the cloth and fixingher robes with as much care as Kenpachi picking flowers. Her front remained open, unguarded, hercleavage in a rolling bout to see which side would pop out next.
            “In this heat, a woman’s got tobreathe. I hope you’ll forgive me.” Hardly any sincerity in her contrition; shewas smiling without reservation, and her robes were not reliable when any shiftof her person made her jugs sway.
            Ichigo didn’t respond, still inperpetual shock at the sudden but brief emergence. Not like he hadn’t just admired Inoue’s forthe past couple of hours, even if she was much more modest, shielding them whenshe could in between rounds. Kirio’swere even larger, weighed down by their own gratuitous size, and Ichigo nowknew the color of her nipples; a round disc of pink with the stub at thecenter, relaxed in this egregious heat, tilted just slightly to angle upwardrather than forward; a testament to the gift of size instead of age. Despite the roaring fires, Ichigo couldn’tattribute the fullness of his sweat to how hot the room was.
            Moving on from the slip of nip,Kirio was rolling up her sleeves and collecting a pan from the cupboards. “Some natto! Yes! To improve rest! Some tea, of coure! Miso soup! Grilled fish! And of course rice! Steamed and fried! We’ll add some tofu! Chicken! Protein is necessary!”
            She was going overboard; Ichigo cameto this realization in a moment. “Hey,hey! Wait a minute! I said just a snack!” He hurried over, stopping her from collectingthe ingredients. It was a little awkwardto get in such close proximity after his intimate viewing, but he didn’t wanther to overtax herself for such a minute situation.
            She turned, looking at him withsurprise in her green eyes. “Ichigo-chan…”
            He quickly became aware of the factthat he was holding her, handling her by the arms; not exactly intimate, butcertainly intrusive. Realizing hisaudacity, he slid away, clearing his throat and looking off to the side,muttering an apology for his forwardness.
            “Nonsense, nonsense!” jeered Kirio,flapping her hand at him while raising the other to the back of her neck,seeming flattered, likely from his consideration, treating her like a shyschoolgirl rather than a woman centuries older than himself. “Perhaps I was being a bit overzealous. But, Ichigo-chan, it’s about yourwellbeing. I’ll happily makeOrihime-chan some food, but you must remember”—Her eyes could be cheery oneinstant and then hard and blazing the next; they turned to the latter—“you areReio. It’s your wellbeing that ismost important. For all of us. You came here for food, and food is what I’llprovide you!” Her eyes switched back,her arms extending wide. “Take a seat inthis cradle! I will see to it that youare satisfied!”
            Ichigo tried not to seem awkward,but her flamboyance for food could be as disconcerting as Oh-Etsu’s passion fortrendiness. Even so, she was willing toaccommodate him, so he went along with it, albeit with a smile fighting againsthis discomfort. “Right,” he mutteredwith a look of defeat.
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            “Kukuku! So that’s how it is, eh, Kurosaki?”
            That crazy scientist was holed up inthis den of the dead ever since their return from Reiokyu, and his army ofdeathless warriors had no choice but to attend him. Not that Charlotte Chuhlhourne gave any mind;he was much to invested in himself to care where they were, so long as he couldflex and try out new, dynamic poses for his next exorbitant entrance. “I didn’t get nearly enough ‘ooh’s andeven less ‘ahh’s with my last appearance! That handsome Kurosaki Ichigo! I suppose he stole all the spotlight,being King and all!”
            “Could you shut up?” snarledCandice, sitting on an unused panel, her leg drawn up, heel on the edge, handsbracing. “It’s bad enough that I didn’tget my revenge!” She held up a hand andtightened it into a fist that crackled with electricity. “That damned Kurosaki! He’ll pay dearly!”
            “You couldn’t beat him when he wasjust a regular Shinigami,” said Meninas in her whimsical tone. “How do you plan to do anything now that he’sReio?”
            “You shut up too, Meni!” Candicebarked, shifting to her fellow Quincy just as easily as if she was arguing withan Arrancar or Shinigami. “You couldn’tbeat him either!”
            “Yes,” the tall pink-haired womanconfessed, “but I haven’t sworn revenge on him. Hm.” She touched her plumpbottom lip as she gazed at the dark ceiling. “Gigi and Lil must be having fun. They’re living in a palace, after all.”
            Candice muttered something about howthey were all, in some capacity, prisoners of war for the moment, but therecame the attention-grabbing clap of the excentric scientist, ambling over witha smile that likely did not bode well for his unwilling creations. “Now, what are you all lollygagging for?! I told you to get ready for your ascension! Did I leave the piece of your brains tofunction dead? I’ve not seen suchdimwitted lab assistants before!”
            “When have we ever been assistants?”complained Cirucci, pumping her hips to one side. “We’ve only ever been lab rats since youbrought us here.”
            “Oh? Is the lab rat complaining about being brought back from the pits ofoblivion? Do you speak with suchcontempt to the one who could be a god?” Mayuri snickered to himself, waving off the impending atmosphere. “You should be overjoyed, lab rats! I’ll be sending you to live in a palace! Though what you can achieve there that youcouldn’t here is beyond my understanding. Who would prefer scents of flowers and candlewax to oil and the deepinsides of a dissected cadaver?”
            The zombies knew better than toanswer that question.
            A long finger lifted and pointed tospecific zombies. “You four!”
            Candice, Meninas, Cirucci and Luppiall perked up; the former withdrew defensively, seething and expectingsomething painful to happen.
            “You will be my emissaries toReiokyu. Gifts for the Reio.” His sneering smile deepened. “You will invade like a plague. No doubt that bumbling fool will come to thesame conclusion as myself…”
            Candice jumped up, concerned by thisbarter, annoyed to be referred to as a rat and spoken of like tradeableproperty. Meninas was on board themoment she heard she’d be sent to the royal palace. “What the hell are you talking about?” Her foul interruption earned her a jolt ofpain from Mayuri’s ever-handy button.
            “Such a sharp tongue with littlewit,” griped Mayuri. “Obviously, Reioneeds balance of the soul, and the balance of the soul is linked to the balanceof the mind! Hunger, thirst,companionship, battle, discovery! Allare enhanced when Reio is in such a meager form as Kurosaki Ichigo! Urahara will come to this conclusion as well,and will see Kurosaki’s selection for his royal guard to sneak in littlecatalysts. Like vitamins crushed into apudding for a stupid, spoiled infant that won’t eat them otherwise! The obvious nutrition for Kurosaki now”—Hepointed at the four selected—“are strong, capable women.”
            At once, Luppi exploded withoffense. “I’m a boy!”
            Mayuri regarded him a moment,paused, and then looked over his shoulder at… nothing. “Nemu, update this one’s file.”
            …
            “Nemu, you worthless cretin! I said…! Oh, that’s right. Hmph! Sleeping on the job. What a hassle. If she was awake…” He trailed off, staring at his hands.
            The zombies looked amongstthemselves, confused by this odd behavior. He’d normally only ever showed them one of three expressions: sadisticjoy, sarcastic indifference, or pain-inducing rage. Contemplative seemed so unguarded.
            “Well, if she was awake, this wouldbe much easier. I’ll deal with what Ihave. You three, here! This medicine is normally to regrow limbs,but with some fine tweaking, it’ll remove those unsightly scars. We can’t have you seducing Reio in such apathetic state.” He held out three smallpouches with a needle.
            “So we’re trying to seduce thatbastard Kurosaki?” asked Candice for clarification, not turning down a serum torestore her beauty. “What are we? Your brothel?”
            “If you were working in my brothelin your state, it’d only be to clean the rooms after the true workershave finished. A sample collector iswhat you are.”
            Candice seethed in rage. “Bastard…!”
            “Hey, what about us?!” Dordoniasked, pointing to himself. “You had amedicine that could fix us at any time?!”
            “Of course,” said Mayuriflippantly. “I choose not to. All those who oppose me must be able to facethe ugly fate in store for them.”
            Collectively, the men roared at him:“YOU BASTARD!!”
            And all of them were painfullypacified with the push of a button.
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