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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: 4
Series: A Shifting World
Characters/Pairings: Shunsui, Ichigo, Ryo, Komamura, Starrk, Byakuya, Iba, Lilynette, Sawatari
Warnings: fighting, langauge
Word count: 1753
AN: This is the last round of posting. Check the last chapter for notes.

Reposted: 7/18/20

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“Why am I the only one who is going to meet this guy?” Shunsui griped, glancing at the butterfly that was hovering near him.

“Jushiro-kun would be with you if he hadn’t had one of this nastier coughing fits,” Ichigo said through the jigokuchō. She sounded bored, as if she was repeating something for the nth time. He figured she probably was if Jushiro had been a pain about staying back. “So you’re going to have to go up against the Bount with the whip alone. I promise you that we’ll have a bottle of good sake waiting for you once you finish kicking this guy around.”

“Aww, you promise?” Shunsui asked, eyeing the jigokuchō as he crossed his arms. He could feel Katen Kyokotsu chuckle deep in his soul as she vibrated against his ship.

“Yes, Shunsui, I do promise. Now, play your games with the Bount and make sure that this one comes out alive please? Unohana-san would like to speak with this one since apparently he really hates being under Jin’s leadership,” she instructed.

“Yes, yes, I understand, my dear Ichi-chan,” Shunsui said, pushing his hat up to look over the warehouse where he was waiting in. His eyes turned contemplative. “Do you think I could get him to just surrender?” he asked.

“I hate to say it but I highly doubt that he will just surrender. It seems that the man likes to hunt humans just a bit too much for him to allow him to keep his powers,” Ichigo said. Shunsui groaned. “He would need to be sealed for good, but we don’t have any idea how he would end up in the end. But Unohana-san has given you permission to try to give him up if you want to try it,” she continued.

“Oh such fun,” Shunsui sighed. He pulled his hat low back over his dark eyes. His pink haori fluttered around him from the breeze that was coming from the windows. “I do suppose that I’ll just have to knock some sense into him.”

“Your chance is coming up from the readings we’re getting. We just had a flare of energy coming from the middle of the floor,” Nanao said, her voice sounding quieter. “Good luck, sir.”

“Have fun, Shunsui. Remember: you kick his ass and I’ll have a bottle of good sake that I stole from Ikkaku. He drooled all over my legs last night, so he deserved it,” Ichigo chuckled. Shunsui smirked as the jigokuchō landed on a lower windowsill, watching as it slowly moved its wings up and down.

“Oh yes. So much fun,” he chuckled. He bounded down from the catwalk to the main floor, adjusting his hat as Ryo stepped out of the bount. “Ryo Utagawa, Bount. Welcome to the Seireitei. My name is Shunsui Kyoraku and I am the taicho of the Eighth Division. I am here to greet you.”

Brown eyes narrowed at him as thin lips pulled into an even thinner line. “It seems as my enemies have sent their guard dog to greet me. How very amusing,” Ryo chuckled as he stroked over the golden snake like Doll Fried slowly.

Shunsui watched him from under his hat, noting that his Doll was unsealed and curled around Ryo’s neck. The man’s brown hair was flipped upwards, showing off a clean, cold face with a trimmed goatee that made his current look of distaste almost dangerous. Just like they were warned.

“I’m not quite a dog, Utagawa-san,” Shunsui said, tucking his arms into his haori sleeves. “Let me guess, you came here because Jin-san told you to. Like a dog. This is after all the prime opportunity to try to fulfill his personal plans, even though he’s treating you like some kind of pet. And...all because of a girl who lost her mind and wants him to kill someone you don’t know? How...interesting.”

Ryo kept his anger controlled at being called a dog himself and answered instead. “Oh yes, this Ichigo Kurosaki chick. Apparently, this girl has done nothing more than use people ever since she’s arrived,” Ryo snorted. Fried snickered in an almost hissing form, showing just how much they believed that.

“Ah, the minds of the delusional are interesting some days,” Shusui mused as he caressed the dual hilts of his zanpakutos. He felt her vibrate gently under his touch. “Let me ask you this: Do you really want to help Jin?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, staring at the Bount. “Especially since it can very well end with your death?”

“Are you truly offering me something in return for turning my back on Jin?” Ryo asked, raising an eyebrow and staring at him curiously. Shunsui smirked and rubbed at his scruffy cheek, chuckling.

“Well now, I might have an interesting offer for you. But as with most deals, there are pros and cons that do come with it. Pro one: You give Jin the literal finger. Pro two: You keep your life, unlike many of your fellow Bounts. Pro three: You live your life in comfort. Con: You’ll be losing all access to your power. Maybe one day you’ll get it back in full,” Shunsui said, ticking off the reasons with his fingers.

“And all I have to do is give you the information that you want?” Ryo asked. Shunsui nodded. He took a moment to debate with himself. eyeing Fried and getting a soft hiss. “The pros do far outweigh the cons. I must ask that I get to watch when your group defeats that self-serving bastard though,” he requested. Shunsui smirked as the jigokuchō landed on his shoulder.

“That we can do,” the broad male agreed. He blinked at the sudden flare of power before Ryo cried out and fell to his knees, his doll falling into its sealed state as a pocket watch. Byakuya appeared next to him, smoothing down his own haori as he looked up at him. “The Senka knife that Urahara-kun made?” he asked. Byakuya just blinked. “I thought so.”

“What the fuck did you just do to me?” Ryo gasped out, rubbing at his chest. Byakuya turned to face him with thoughtful eyes.

“I used a specialized knife that acts like Senka. If I had used used Senka, I would have cut off your saketsu and hakusut at the same time in a move so fast you wouldn’t have seen it.” He adjusted his zanpakuto. “It is a temporary measure until Urahara-san can safely control your powers while you are under our protection.”

As Ryo was escorted to the Twelth Division where Urahara waited for them, Iba found himself perched on a rooftop among the rubble of a once pristine training ground. Komamura was standing before the older looking Bount, Tenken held out before him, already released into shikai. Sawatari had called his own Doll, Baura, the huge rock-like creature already buried in the ground and waiting to attack at the perfect time. Iba shifted, watching.

Starrk shifted next to him, Lilynette gazing at him before she nodded. With a sudden flare of energy, he muttered out “Kechirase,” the two pistols that were his weapons in that form as fur and ribbons slithered up his arms, legs, hips and over his shoulders. A mask with flames stretched over the back of his head and around the eyepiece that sat on his left eye.

“Ya look like some kinda demented character from one of those American Wild West Movies,” Iba observed. Starrk smirked at him as he lifted one of the oddly shaped guns.

“I will use my guns on you,” Starrk warned lowly as Komamura let out a grow, Baura appearing under Sawatari.

“What exactly are you planning on doing?” Iba asked.

“Kokuso Tengen Myo’o!” came the release call from the Eighth Division taicho, his bankai in the form of a large warrior appearing behind with a swirl of power.

“I’m planning on taking care of Sawatari. He brushed us off when he first arrived,” Start said. His voice had taken on a dangerous purr as his gray eyes flashed. “And wouldn’t listen to the offer of surrender.”

“He was an idiot to not listen to that,” Lilynette stated, the sound coming from the guns. “He also thinks that just because his doll can shift through the dimensions, he and it think that they can’t be taken out. The thing is that they may be getting stronger the longer that they stay here. It’s such a reiatsu saturated area that it’s a dangerous prospect. After all, we’ve also been soaking it up for days.”

“Once Komamura-san has been able to stop Baura, I will a specialized technique called Cero Metralleta,” Stark told him, keeping his voice low as they watched the fight. The taicho and his zanpakuto worked well together as they tossed Baura around, the doll slippin and in out of dimensional pockets. As it came back out, the doll finally landed just right in Teken’s grasp, allowing Stark to take aim and shoot the series of cero blasts at Sawatari, snarling the attack name.

As the dust cleared, the group stared at the rather large hole in the ground as parts of the large doll landed on the ground from being blown up. One dared to land on Komamura’s head.

“Do you think that was a bit of an overkill, Stark-san?” the large half-fox asked as he removed the sticky piece of flesh off of his head. It dropped to the ground with a decidedly wet splat before starting to turn to dust.

“Considering that I want to get back to my nap and I really didn’t want to draw this one out? No,” Starrk returned, smiling smugly as he let go of his released form, his power returning back to Lilynette’s form.

“Don’t listen to him,” Lilynette said, rolling her eyes as she smoothed her clothes down. “He just wanted to make the guy die in the messiest way possible because the guy insulted him.” Starrk just snorted at him as several Fourth divisioners arrived to start cleaning, rolling up their sleeves.

Komamura just sighed, sealed his zanpakuto and put it into his sheath. “Come along. We have to write out our reports,” he instructed, heading to the taichos office of the Eighth division, wanting to take a shower. The slime that hadn’t turned into dust was starting to make his fur mat and skin itch.

Starrk grumbled unhappily at the thought of writing a report the entire way back.
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