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A Shifting of Life	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > General Views: 20784 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: A Shifting of Life
Fandom: Bleach
Part: 40
Series: A Shifting World
Characters/Pairings: Yoshino, Jūshirō, Ichigo
Warnings: fighting
Word count: 1,544
AN: Reposted 7/13/20

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“Is that our target?” Ichigo asked softly as she gazed down from her perch in a tree. The second opening had been discovered in a meadow just inside the walls, near the heavily warded training grounds that those trying to obtain shikai and bankai used. A woman was stepping out of the portal, Ichigo musing that it must be the woman who had attacked her during her time in the Living World.

“It seems like it, my dear,” Jushiro drawled, his eyes dark as he sat on the branch next to Ichigo. Sogyo no Kotowari laid across his lap as he gazed down at the woman as she took in the area, dusting off her pants. “Did you not get a good look at her when you faced her, Ichigo-chan?” he asked curiously, getting a dry look when he looked up at her.

“At the time I was a bit busy trying to avoid her doll,” Ichigo huffed and fixed her shirt so that it sat on her body properly. She had decided to wear a loose pair of fighting pants and a sleeveless turtleneck for the fight, the entire outfit the color of twilight. Jushiro was actually enjoying the way it hugged her frame, a part of his mind noting that she looked good in just about anything that she was comfortable in. As a male or a female.

“So you know her doll but not the Bount connected to it,” he teased, watching Ichigo roll her eyes. Standing, he slid his zanpakuto into his obi with a nod. “Come, let us complete our mission.”

“Just don’t get singed. That doll throws fireballs after all,” Ichigo muttered, slipping off the branch to land on the ground under them, Jushiro following with a chuckle.

Yoshino turned on the ball of her foot, eyes narrowed and striking her clawed finger on the bracelet that sat on her wrist. The spark created an arc of fire that was quick to form the doll that was made of fire and magma, fire jets in place of her legs.

“The fuck are you here for? No one’s supposed to be here,” she snarled, her eyes bright as she gazed at the two Shinigami who were walking towards her with slow, purposeful movements.

“You would be really surprised at what you can find out when you have correspondence that is between two people who aren’t supposed to be talking,” Ichigo drawled, her eyes dark. “Though, you can thank yourself for giving us the needed lynch pin for finding out what was going on,” she chuckled. Yoshino scowled at her. Ichigo shrugged even as she pulled Zangetsu off of her back.

“Do you want to take care of her while I distract her doll?” Jushiro asked as he pulled his own zanpakuto from its sheath with a well-practiced movement.

“If you don’t mind doing so,” Ichigo said, before smiling with a sad smile. “Though it is rather sad that destroying her doll will eventually crack the spell that holds her, and she shall age,” he mused softly. He could remember just how they had found out about that fact the day before. While in his cell, Koga’s power had suddenly shattered much to their surprise. He had lost his youth and life, turning into dust as they watched over the next few hours.

Luckily it had all be recorded, even when Mayuri had been watching and raising the alarm. They were still trying to figure out just what had happened from the recordings of both power and video but figured that it had been because of the Dolls being a part of the Bounts very soul.

“What do you mean by that?” Yoshino snarked, eyes narrowed as she shifted on her feet, Jushiro pointing his zanpakuto at her Doll

“Yesterday evening, we arrested one Go Koga. Within hours of his doll being destroyed by Hitsugaya-taicho, his body was unlocked from the permanent time trap that was a part of his power and he became dust due to his age. He is now sitting in an urn currently,” Jushiro stated. They watched as Yoshino’s brown eyes went wide and she shuddered at the news.

“Fuck. So…” she breathed out, Jushiro nodding his head.

“We know all about what has happened between the Bount Kariya Jin and Kuchiki Rukia. We know that they are working together for their own purposes, but to allow him access to here,” he stated as he fell into an easy fighting stand. With a snarl of rage, Yoshino sent Goethe after the two of them, Ichigo running for the trees and jumping up into one as a fireball followed her. She watched as it hit the kido dome that had been placed around the meadow so that the rather large forest wouldn’t catch fire.

“Get them both, Goethe! Burn them into nothing,” Yoshino snarled, swinging her hand out and making Goethe attack Jushiro head on, tossing fireball after fireball at him. Jushiro used a mix of kido and sword work to fend it off. His taicho’s haori ended up a bit on the singed side, but so far he hadn’t been hit by a fireball. Narrowing his eyes slightly, the silver haired man landed in one of the trees that they hadn’t been able to keep out of the barrier and grasped the handle of his zanpakuto in both hands.

“Nami kotogotoku waga tate to nare, ikazuchi kotogotoku waga yaiba to nare,” he murmured, splitting the zanpakuto into two swords connected by a red roped chain with square charms hanging from it. “Now, let’s see you attack me, Yoshino-san,” Jushiro called out to her, shunpoing into her sight, holding his swords easily within his grasp.

The woman paused in her movements as she eyed the swords. To her eye, they were odd looking, thinner than most and with a cut on the inside of the blade with a second one facing back towards Jushiro. They looked awkward to wield and made her smirk as she shifted on her feet.

“Such an odd-looking weapon you have there, Shinigami-san,” Yoshino taunted, her eyes flaring as Goethe tossed a new fireball at him. Her eyes widened in surprise as he simply stepped to the side, pulled the attack into one sword and tossed it back at her from the other. “What the fucking hell?” she screamed as she dodged out of the much more powerful attack.

Jushiro smirked and shrugged. “Interesting what a shikai being used can open up for a person,” he chuckled lowly, Ichigo snickering from where she was standing.

She was feeling decidedly unneeded for the fight at the moment, Jushiro taking care of the Bount in style and with flare. She supposed that being friends with Shunsui for so long could have rubbed off on Jushiro as he continued to either dodge the attacks that were coming at him or sending them back to the Bount and her Doll.

Yawning, she slowly stretched as she watched a particularly powerful blast was sent towards Jushiro. Paying close attention, she watched as one of the swords absorbed the attack before it sent through the red rope chain, the charms glowing one by one, before it was shot out of the other sword. She was always amazed at just how much powerful the attack that came out was, watching as it landed and sent Goethe screeching to her death. Yoshino fell to her knees with a shocked and dazed look on her face as the bond broke.

“I feel like I should have just stayed back at your place, Jushiro-san,” Ichigo mused as she hopped down from the tree. The barrier fell around them as taicho resealed his zanpakuto and slid it into its sheath with a chuckle.

“Nonsense, Ichigo-san,” Jushiro said. He smiled and shook his head as a hell butterfly came floating down near them, hovering in the air next to him. “You can come get her, Soi-Fon-taicho,” he said, speaking to the butterfly.

“Understood,” came from the butterfly before the small creature fluttered away. Several black covered figures appeared in the meadow, having been the ones to hold up the barrier, binding the unresisting Yoshino and taking her to the Twelfth to hopefully find a way to stop her death. Soi-Fon walked over to them and nodded. “I’ll take care of her and make sure that Urahara-san and Mayuri try their hardest to stop her from dissolving,” she told them.

“Thank you, Soi-Fon-taicho. Ichigo-san and I shall head back to my division to write out our reports. If we are not there, we are most likely going to my home to rest while the other Bount is dealt with,” Jushiro stated, smiling at her. Nodding once, Soi-Fon left quickly to take care of her business. Jushiro turned to Ichigo and offered his arm to her. “Shall we?” he asked.

Giving him an amused look, she slid her hand to rest in his elbow, chuckling lowly. “We shall.” Disappearing from the meadow, the two heading to the Thirteenth division to write their reports and relax after the fight, Jushiro feeling like a life wire from having so much power flowing through him. He was hoping that they both could have a little fun to wear that out.
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