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Strawberry and the Bee	By : LeonTasume Category: Bleach > General Views: 11356 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Patience: it was one of the key elements of the Onmitsukido. It is what enables all of its members to perform their missions flawlessly, for it provides them the temperance to sit and wait for their target or the fruits of their labors to show. But even this patience wears thin when performing one task for a long period of time. Soi Fong was beginning to experience this, as even after 6 hours of training and trying; Ichigo had yet to reduce the amount of reiatsu that he naturally pushed out. Despite having no training beforehand, it was taking way too long for something so simple.

"…You're really hopeless at this aren't you?" Soi Fong felt like just giving up on this endeavor, but if Ichigo was to become a useable member of her squad, this was something he needed to learn.

"Urusai! I'm trying my best here." Ichigo was also growing frustrated at his lack of progress. 'I can fight to a draw with Byakuya but can't master this, what the hell?!'

Hichigo growing bored with the whole situation, let out a frustrated sigh, "King, don't you think the reason you can't focus your reiatsu is because you have TOO much of it? Don't get me wrong, having this much power is great, but what your trying to do is impossible! It's like trying to peel the skin off an apple with a claymore, it just doesn't happen, at least not without assistance."

'What are you getting at?' Ichigo looked towards Hichigo, who was lying on his side.

"Just tell that babe Soi Fong to get you something to assist you in reducing your reiatsu's output, kind of like that Kenpachi, doesn't he have something like that?"

'For once I think you're onto something.' Hichigo flipped Ichigo the bird at this.

"For once' my pale ass! You would be dead if you didn't listen to me when you needed me. Get outta here and make my life more interesting, watching you sit on your ass is more boring than counting the sand in Hueco Mundo."

"Soi Fong?" Opening his eyes, Ichigo takes note of how much time has truly passed as he looks to Soi Fong.

"What is it Kurosaki? If it isn't important, don't tell me." The time was definitely taking its toll on both of the Shinigami.

"It concerns the reduction of my reiatsu so yes, it is important."

"…Then spit it out, the sooner you tell me the sooner we can get on with your training." Soi Fong looked to Ichigo, hoping that whatever he had to say wasn't going to waste her time.

"…I was thinking, instead of me trying to control such a large amount of reiatsu on my own, shouldn't I be using something to assist with it?" Ichigo hoped he worded that right, bringing up his own inability to do something was something that he normally didn't do.

"Assistance with your reiatsu suppression…what do you have in mind?" Soi Fong normally disapproved of outside assistance when it came to dealing with the training of basic skills of her squad. In the field there were no handouts; everything must be earned… but seeing as they made little, scratch that- no progress on their own, she was open to anything at this point.

"I was thinking of something similar to what Kenpachi uses. Though I am not looking forward to meeting with Kurotsuchi-teme to obtain one." Ichigo shuddered at the thought of meeting with the moral-less captain of the 12th division.

Soi Fong gave a small smirk at the attitude that Ichigo had towards Kurotsuchi, "I don't think anyone meets with him unless they absolutely have to. Very well, I will see to it that he makes one for you. Though I get to pick what they are. Admittedly this is a better alternative than sitting here all day watching you do nothing."

"As long as it's not a freaky eye-patch like Kenpachi's I don't care what it is." Ichigo let the comment about him doing nothing slide, as he felt the same way about it. "What should I do until your return Soi Fong…Taicho?" The word still felt foreign on his tongue, but remembering what she told him earlier it was best that he kept using it. He could care less for Kurotsuchi and the titles he has, but Soi Fong was his captain and was far more likely to cause him harm if he did otherwise.

"…resume practicing your Kido until my return, you may be horrible at it, but you have at least some potential in it." With that she left via shunpo towards the 12th division headquarters.

"W-wait! ... damn, didn't even let me know how long until she will be back…" Ichigo shrugged and turned towards the target field "guess there is nothing else to do but wait for her." With that, he resumed training.

"My, my! Soi Fong-Taicho, to what do I owe this unexpected and unwanted visit?" Despite sounding surprised, Kurotsuchi Mayuri expected Soi Fong to show up in his complex sooner or later, but he did not expect to have her alone, as he wanted Ichigo to be in the building for observation, and perhaps if the chance arose, a sample of some sort to be taken from him; Hair, skin, blood, other bodily fluids or organs, it really didn't matter. He put down the tablet he was currently holding and walked past her without even looking at her.

Soi Fong narrowed her eyes a little but nodded curtly to the creepy scientist, "It is a matter concerning Ichigo Kurosaki and his training. I require some Reiatsu suppressors, preferably ones that can easily be removed."

"Mmm... I expected as much. Follow me, I wouldn't want you to see my more sensitive experiments, they aren't ready for Sereti to use on a mass scale yet and I prefer keeping my work under wraps." Kurotsuchi kept walking down a hall and made no visible clues of his stopping anytime soon. Soi Fong simply fell in line behind him and hoped she would not have to be in the presence of Kurotsuchi very long.

The halls they passed through while not very large, they were long and bland, starch white with no windows, and light coming from thin bars with no visible power source on the ceiling and floors. They soon came to a door marked with 'RRD' scrawled in large print on it.

After pressing his thumb to the keypad next to the door, both captains walked through the door and stepped into the room. Kurotsuchi casually waved a hand to the items throughout the department room, items which ranged from strange clothing items that looked more at home in a haunted house, a dungeon, or on the fashion runway to mundane items that were common throughout Sereti and Earth. "This is the Reiatsu Research Departments storage room. Pick any of the items you see fit to use on Kurosaki. Take multiple if you need to, some are more fragile and likely to break in combat than others." Kurotsuchi had already planned on this scenario, and therefore planted bugs in each of the items. No matter which one Soi Fong picked, Kurotsuchi would be able to keep a very close eye on Ichigo and monitor him. 'Perhaps now I can get some research done…still not as good as having him here, but beggars can't be choosers.'

"See yourself out once you are done grabbing what you need. I don't need to remind you to stay on the path we came in on do I?" Kurotsuchi then walked out of the room to get back to more pressing matters, leaving Soi Fong on her own.

As Soi Fong scanned the reiatsu suppression accessories, she was instantly drawn to the more common items.

"Ooh! Those would look cute on him!" Suzumebachi's eyes lit up at some of the items that Soi Fong was eyeing. Said items consisted of some white chokers with thick bands of black running through their centers, a set of jade rings of varying colors, and a thin yet surprisingly strong steel chain that was wrapped around the wrist of a mannequin. As much as Soi Fong hated to agree with her Zanpakuto on matters concerning Ichigo, she did feel that he would look…rather handsome while wearing them. She also picked the three different items, because the more supressors Ichigo had, the lower his reiatsu would be, making him harder and harder to detect. Shaking her head of images of Ichigo wearing the items, she gathered all the rings, chokers, and chains and placed them in the small pouch she prepared beforehand, and made a hasty exit, not wanting to remain in the same building complex as Kurotsuchi any longer.

His face awash in eerie white light from the monitor screens that he was watching; Kurotsuchi made a mental note to create more of the items that Soi Fong took, feeling that more of the trinkets would be required for future use. He sighed, knowing that no matter what his protests were towards the ryoka and his placement, the powers that be would never let him have his way, and he would have to live with what little information he could get from the soon to be actively used suppressors. He turned off the monitors to the RRD storage room and turned to his other experiments, hoping they would keep him somewhat occupied until Ichigo's data started coming in.

"Uwaaah!" For the umpteenth time, after flying backwards and hitting the ground, Ichigo picked himself up from the ground and brushed the debris off his shoulder and front. He looked towards the target dummies, and saw the devastation that his attempts at Kido had caused.

"Kuso…It doesn't look like I'm getting any better at this." He looked down at his hands and clenched them slowly, wondering where he was going wrong with his attempts. No sooner had the thought crossed his mind, he heard a familiar voice cut through the clearing.

"So you're the one causing this mess, eh Ichigo?"

Ichigo looked to where he heard the voice coming from and saw Ikkaku Madarame walking over to him from the tree line, with his sword lazily balanced on his shoulders.

"Ikkaku, what are you doing here?" Ichigo stood up from his seated position on the ground and dusted himself off while Ikkaku made his way over to him.

"You mean aside from wondering who or what was cursing up a storm and making a racket, while I enjoyed some sake in the shade?" Ikkaku smirked as Ichigo grunted and looked to his left at Ikkaku's question. "Guessing by the destruction on both sides of the field, I'm going to assume you were attempting kido…and failing miserably at it." At this Ichigo shot a glare at Ikkaku, who in turn grinned like the Cheshire cat.

"It's not as easy as it looks. Rukia and Soi Fong make it look like a walk in the park." Ichigo ran a hand through his sweat soaked hair, and looked at Ikkaku who was now sitting on a boulder and was reaching for his sake container. "You got any got any tips for me Ikakku?"

Ikkaku snorted after taking a swig of sake, "I'm gonna let you in on a little secret Ichigo, not all shinigami can perform kido properly. Just ask Renji the next time you see him." He looks from Ichigo to the field.

"I kind of remember Renji sucking at Kido when we were in Hueco Mundo, now that you mention it… What about having a suppressor for my reiatsu, wont that make it easier to cast Kido?" Ichigo tilted his head slightly and wondered what the problem would be.

"The amount of reiatsu you have doesn't matter. You can have as much as Zaraki or as little as those guys from the 4th division. Your control of your reiatsu can be great too, but that is not the point. The only way to become good at it is just to keep practicing. And I don't mean for just a few weeks. This is the kind of thing that is going to take time, especially for someone who sucks at Kido." He smirks a bit "But lucky for you, as full time shinigami, you got all the time in the world, providing that you aren't killed in the field or by your Taicho first…that and you do have better control than Renji did when he first started." He chuckles before he takes another swig of the sake and tosses the container to Ichigo.

As Ichigo was about to catch the bottle, it disappears from the air and reappears in Soi Fong's grip. "I hope you weren't planning on drinking while you were under my supervision Kurosaki." She disdainfully looks from the bottle in her left hand to Ichigo. "And you! Shouldn't you be with the rest of the boneheads that make up your squad?" She looks from Ichigo to Ikkaku.

Ikkaku was the first to speak up "What I do has nothing to do with the others in my squad, nor do I care how they train themselves. I heard a racket from this field and found my good friend here making a mess of the place. So I offered some advice and a drink." He puts his hand out expecting Soi Fong to return the container to him after his answer.

Soifong looks to the bottle in her hand and after a few seconds, she proceeds to pour out its contents onto the ground. "Be that as it may, I will not tolerate alcohol consumption by my subordinates while on my training grounds, regardless if I am present or not." Ikkaku had a shocked expression on his face while watching his precious drink being drained onto the ground. "…that…was my best stuff…" Soi Fong then tossed the empty container to Ikkaku, who simply cried over the loss of his drink.

"…Sorry, Ikkaku. I'll pay you back and get you a fresh bottle of whatever brand it was once we are out with Renji, Shunsui and Ukitake, alright?" Ichigo only saw a slight nod and a mumble as Ikkaku kept looking at his bottle. Normally, Ichigo would have expected Ikkaku to be pissed and challenge Soi Fong to a fight, but the loss of the sake seemed to be too much for the bald shinigami at the moment, He felt a little pity for his friend.

"He'll get over it eventually." Soi Fong ignored Ikkaku as she looked to Ichigo and to the upturned field. "Any progress on your kido?"

Ichigo shook his head. "Not really. Like Ikkaku told me, it's going take more than a few hours or even weeks of work to learn how to perform these as easily as you or any of the other captians…Any news from Kurostichi?" He looked from Ikkaku to his captain, hoping that they wouldn't have to go back to the mad scientist any time soon.

"I expected as much… as for your question, it would seem Kurostichi planned ahead. He must have been working on different suppressors before we even thought of it." She takes out the small satchel and hands it to Ichigo "There are three different items, we start with one of them, see how much your reiatsu is dropped, and work our way to wearing one of each at the same time. After we do that, then we will restart your training with the little game of tag match we had earlier."

Ichigo opens the satchel and pulls out one of the rings and inspects it, "Well, it's better than an eye patch…" He tries placing the ring on each of his fingers, only to find that it only fits on his ring fingers. Seeing this he hastily puts it on his right ring finger to avoid any odd looks from Soi Fong or anyone else. Once he does this he feels his reiatsu drop by half.

"Is this enough of a drop?" He looks to Soi Fong and sees her shake her head in disagreement. He shrugs and pulls out one of the wrist chains, which looks long enough to be a necklace, but is slightly too small for it. He wraps it around his left wrist twice before securing it closed, and feels another half drop off of his reiatsu. Oddly, he doesn't feel weakened, and assumes the items are doing what they needed to. He looks to Soi Fong, "final item?" She nods and waits for him to finish, looking away from him, appearing to be slightly impatient. Ichigo sighs slightly and pulls out the choker and frowns, "Not wanting to point out the obvious, but why a choker of all things?"

Soi Fong looks at him with narrowed eyes a slight flush on her face, "It was that, or a leather collar with a chain. Take your pick of what looks more appropriate. I'd rather not mention the other items in that room; now put it on so we can get this over with." Ichigo nods quickly and places the choker on his neck, and tries to ignore the feeling of it on his neck, and feels one final drop of his reiatsu, another half shaved off the pervious drop.

Soi Fong nods in satisfaction at the level that Ichigo's reiatsu dropped to, feeling more like the level that any shinigami who has control keeps their reiatsu at. "Good, now that your reiatsu has been taken care of, lets test how much you can compensate for it." She disappears from her spot and hits Ichigo's arm before disappearing into the forest.

"King, if I didn't know any better, I'd say she was blushing before she hit you, maybe it's got something to do with the accessories she got you…" Hichigo smirked and chuckled a bit as he conjured the image of a shirtless Ichigo blushing with said collar on his neck, and the chain being held by a smirking Soi Fong in black lingerie. "I think she was thinking of seeing you like this, considering she took the time to mention that specific item." Ichigo flushed at the idea of Soi Fong in lingerie and cursed his inner hollow for his perverted ways 'Now is so not the time for this!' Hichigo simply began cackling. Ichigo did not want to have a mental battle while he was trying to keep up with Soi Fong and not get pummeled by her as they continued their tag match. Little did he know Soi Fong was having a similar issue.

"Just admit it Soi Fong, seeing him wear those hand-picked items and get all worked up and sweaty got you all tingly, didn't it?" Suzumebachi grinned as she flashed Soi Fong a similar image that was shown to Ichigo.

'I don't have feelings for him!' Soi Fong shook her head as she tagged Ichigo again and disappeared elsewhere in the forest, with Ichigo not too far behind her.

"I never said anything about feelings for him, it seems like you got more than just the hots for our fukutaicho…oop! He caught you again." Suzumebachi giggled at the slip from her owner and filed that important bit of information away for later, as she watched Ichigo tag Soi Fong for the third time during their little game

'Shut it Suzumebachi! We agreed that until he was up to par, I wouldn't show any emotion." Suzumebachi simply laughed at this and smiled "It doesn't change the fact that you keep thinking of how hot he is, and even though his reiatsu is repressed, he is still giving you a run for your money." At this point, Soi Fong thought it better to do her best to ignore her Zanpakuto.

Another hour passed before they ended their match, Ichigo only managed to land three more tags on Soi Fong while her number of tags remained the same as last time. Ichigo laid flat on the ground catching his breath as Soi Fong leaned against a tree and was doing her best to look away from him "…It looks like suppressing your reiatsu didn't do much to hinder your skills, but we have to get you back to where you were before, and then improve your skills from there. Go get something to eat for yourself and relax for the day. We have a lot to cover, and little time to do it in, but that doesn't mean we are going to completely run you into the ground. Training will continue like this from now until you are at least twice as good as when you started." She looked at Ichigo for his response, and because he was still out of breath and sore from the beating he took during their game, he gave a shaky thumbs up before his arm plopped back down to the ground. At this she took her leave and vanished to her quarters.

Despite her best efforts, Soi Fong kept imagining the images that Suzumebachi kept bringing up during the tag match, her face flushed as each image that showed up became more and more intimate. She felt her body become slightly hotter. She tried to shake it off as her body reacting to the decent spar that Ichigo gave her, and decided a shower would help her relax and melt the images away. She grabbed an identical outfit to the one she normally wore, and as she grabbed her undergarments, her mind flashed the image of her in lingerie, and wondered if Ichigo would like it. She immediately shook the image from her mind and frowned with a light blush coloring her cheeks. 'Why do I keep acting like a school girl when I think of him?' Suzumebachi was oddly silent, and Soi Fong wasn't one to let the moment of silence pass.

She stepped into the bathroom of her quarters and as soon as the door was shut, her cloths were discarded one by one, and she allowed herself to relax, the bath was one of the very few places she could allow herself to become unguarded, so she relished moments like this. Soi Fong looked in the full body mirror, she saw that though her skin was gently sun kissed, the difference between her sun exposed skin and the hidden skin was only slight, but still noticeable. Her body was well toned, granted she was slightly on the short side, she knew height had nothing to do with skill. Still, she couldn't help but wonder if her body would prove alluring to Ichigo. Her hands ran from smooth thighs, to her toned butt, knowing Ichigo was ogling it just a few days ago. That thought brought a fresh blush to her face, but this time she didn't shake it off, instead she let the thought linger and her hands gently caressed her butt, and moved from there to her well sculpted stomach, and up to hersize 32 AA breasts. She knew she had small breasts, especially when compared to women like Matsumoto or Yoruichi. But she never felt insecure with her size, she never had a reason to, and she was quite sure that she caught Ichigo looking at Kuchiki Rukia's on more than one occasion, but thought nothing of it at the time. She gently cupped her breasts and ran her hands over them comparing herself to Rukia. Before she could get too far with her musings, she turned away from the mirror and stepped towards the bath. She washed herself of the sweat and grime of the day while she waited for the water to fill the spacious tub. After she was clean to her satisfaction, she stepped into the warm bath and let the events of the day play in her head while she soaked in the bath. While she was in her musings of the day, her hands kept wandering her body, touching the places that Ichigo managed to catch while they were training, her outer thigh, her hip, her biceps, and her shoulder. She knew he could hit hard, but she knew even with the restrictors on himself, he was holding back, not wanting to hurt her. While the thought of him not wanting to hurt her was reassuring, it was also infuriating that he didn't see her as a real opponent, even though she clearly beat him…or was it something else that stopped him from going full force? Soi Fong sighed, knowing that as Ichigo's superior officer, she could not show him any emotions or actions that show even a little love for him, despite her growing feelings. Soi Fong ducked her head under the water for a few moments, letting the water surround her and clear her head, before she resurfaced for air and climbed out of the bath, knowing she still had other paperwork to do.

Months pass; and Ichigos training continued with the morning practice of two hours of kido training, an hour of meditation, two hours of 'tag,' an hour of Zanpakuto sparring, followed finally, by an hour of reading over the rules and regulations that the second squad followed in both normal situations, and when the Onmitsukido was called upon. He learned about the five divisions within it. During this time, Soi Fong is diligent with sending her monthly reports. Both her and Ichigo are nudged and tormented by their inner companions, and while both don't acknowledge their feelings, they both grow more comfortable with one another.

sorry for the LOOOONG wait dear readers. Literally had alot on my plate. for those who care:

College classes being a royal pain in the ass (chemistry, research and writing and historiography specifically)

learned to drive a motorcycle

moving halfway around the world to China and meeting my fiancee

and most of all- having a snorlax sized writers block until a few weeks ago.

oh! and i lost my notebook and had to rewrite everything that i could remember.

I did my best to keep up with where I am comfortable with the story flow, and next chapter will delve into the juicy bits of the storyline that I have planned, after a longer time-skip that you are all now aware of, But I wanted to torture our main characters and their friends for a bit longer...and in the process I think I tortured you all too along the way O.o sorry bout that, and hopefully the next chapter will be published infinitely faster than the last. *dodges ancient rotten tomatoes* don't forget to review when your done! ja ne!
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