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The
Darker Side of the Moon
The only person
who could possibly have an idea of what was going on in the head of Kaien
Kurosaki, was Kaien Kurosaki. At the moment, even he didn’t know what on earth
he was doing. He liked fighting, after all, the Hollow aspect that would have
been within him had instead been fused into him, so in a sense he was a
Hollow, to some degree anyway. Fighting with Kisuke
and Yoruichi had been fun for a while, but he didn’t like the fact that they
didn’t take him seriously. Urahara did of course, to a certain extent, but
eventually he attained a basic understanding of his fighting style, and since
he didn’t seem to find it worthy to fight any harder, neither did he. That, and he didn’t want someone like Kisuke
Urahara to gain any more of an understanding of his power than he allowed him,
and if they continued fighting, eventually he would let loose just to kill the
boredom of the repetitive fighting.
Yoruichi wasn’t too hard to fight
either, because Kin tried to copy her mother in many ways, fighting her was like
fighting a more experienced, older version of his girlfriend, which was a
little disturbing in and of itself. Still, her use of Shunpo
and the fact that she herself had invented special styles of Shunpo that completely outdid the original made fighting her
a likable challenge. His father had taught him everything he knew about Shunpo, and thanks to his unique reiatsu he was able to use
Sonido as well. Even though most people might think
they were the same, there were subtle differences in the use and the reiatsu
needed to use it, so by combining the two, there was no doubt to the added boost
in speed that gave the bearer, especially if used in the more advanced forms.
Pitting him against her was some
of the most fun he’d had in a long time.
Even that got boring after a
while, and he didn’t like having to wait for Kin to come back to the shop
before he could see her again. He had spent five years away from her for
goodness sake, the only thing he wanted to do was be with her now that he had
finally forced himself back.
Thus, it brought him back to his
current situation: the end of his second week ‘observing’ the class in which
his love interest was currently situated. Half of the time he found himself
daydreaming, and the other half of the time he couldn’t tear his eyes away from
her form as she simply sat there at her desk, not in any way meaning to look
provocative. Why he found it so then, he had no idea. He knew what was going
through her mind when they kissed, or at least, what was going through her
body. She obviously didn’t seem to remember the fact that depending on the type
and level, Hollows had a varying degree of superhuman capabilities, one of them
being their senses. He was the cream of the crop in a sense, something so
Hollow he wasn’t really a Hollow, which made no sense whatsoever, but that was
how the Espada had put it. Chad and Asuka
were special too in that regard, because while they were part Hollow, there
were different powers within them too that made them different, allowing for
them to easily break the limits of any average Arrancar.
If they were considered special, one can only imagine then how far
enhanced he was, both body and otherwise.
He could hear her
heartbeat thundering against her ribcage as it sent blood to all the parts of
her body, and the parts of her body that wanted to be more sensitive than they
already were. He could taste the pheromones in her saliva as their
tongues wrestled with each other as her body prepared it for something every
creature did naturally, and that was to gain the attention of a potential mate.
He could feel her skin warm and tighten under his touch and the quiver
of each and every muscle under it as he roamed his hands down the sides of her
face or down her back. He didn’t trust himself to touch anywhere else yet.
Worst of all, he could smell her arousal as it grew over their time and
just the thought of her getting wet because of him was almost too much
for him to bear, but smelling it personally had strained the very last
strands of his self-control. That was four out of five senses being completely
overloaded by her, so what did he have to go and do? Well of course, he had to
go and make sure the fifth sense wasn’t left out.
Stupid stupid
stupid stupid!!!
He couldn’t see anything
during their time because he always had his eyes closed as they kissed, but now
that he was sitting in her class he could watch her all day, and permitted to soak
in every little detail that was Kin Urahara-Shihouin.
It had seemed like a smart idea
at the time.
Now the only option he had other
than look at her was to look out the window, and then
he would be blowing his cover because he wouldn’t be watching the class, where
of course, she was sitting. He could see each rise and fall of her bountiful
chest as she breathed and the way she curled her beautiful blonde hair around
her finger when she was concentrating more than normal. He could see the gray
material of her miniskirt ride up and reveal even more creamy chocolate skin
than it usually did if she moved a certain way in her chair, and the way goosebumps broke out on her skin if a breeze hit her a
certain way or the midwinter air was cooler than average on that particular
day. Nothing escaped his gaze, including the hidden glances towards him she
made, or the light gulp that always came with it, along with the occasional rub
of her legs, which alerted his eyes to use his nose. She knew his eyes
were on her, and for some reason he didn’t mind that at all.
He knew she wanted him, and if he
so much as thought that he didn’t want her right back than he would be
the biggest hypocrite in existence. He wanted her, oh how he wanted her, but he
wanted it to be special. If she was anything like her mother—which he already
knew she was—then she was used to doing whatever she wanted whenever she
wanted, but this was something he wouldn’t simply allow themselves to lose in
the heat of the moment. He had only been back for around a week and a half
after all, and no matter what he could sense or what he wanted, he couldn’t
allow himself to do it, not until he thought it was right. He hated himself for
it, he really did, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
His blood was boiling for her,
urging him to take her and make sure no one else could have her. It wanted her
to be his in the most primitive sense, the deepest psychological and physical
way possible. Since he was his own inner Hollow, it wasn’t some separate entity
gnawing at his mind, but it was his very own instincts multiplied by the pure
carnal nature of those instincts that had been melded into him. He had an
easier time controlling his urges because of the more rational side of both
what should have been his zanpakutou and his Soul Reaper side, and that was the
side he had taken more to, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t still partly Hollow
in the purest sense of the word.
He shuddered at the thought of
what was going to happen when Tsukiyomi found someone
she wanted in the physical sense though. She was like him in the fact that all
three of her natures had been mixed, but unlike him she edged more to the side
of the inner Hollow as her everyday nature, so it was much harder for her to
keep a normal front up than it was for him. If the urges he was facing were to
ever hit her….
Once again, he shuddered.
Masaki had it the best out of all
of them, but then again when someone was as gentle as she was, it was hard to
comprehend how powerful she could be when she was in battle.
Thoughts of his younger siblings
brought him to thoughts of how they were adapting to the public school life
that their father had finally allowed them back into after five years of
training. They were still learning, but they had grown into fearfully powerful young
teenagers. Like him, they were above average in the intelligence department,
but they had been more focused on controlling their abilities than learning
about the Living World, so while they were about a grade ahead of their age,
they hadn’t learned as much as he had. Then again, when someone’s lying prone
on a bed unable to move like he often was after a long battle, there isn’t much
else to do other than read. He was thankful they didn’t suffer from his
unfortunate side-effect, but in terms of raw power they weren’t as strong as
him, and his abilities far outdid theirs even though theirs were no less powerful
and certainly no less awe-inspiring than his were.
The lunch bell rang and knocked
him out of his previous thoughts, and he sighed and readied himself to get up,
as everyone else was doing, as well as grabbing their lunches and leaving the
room. It never ceased to amaze him how fast the teens were able to react when
they knew class was over when minutes before they had looked ready to fall
asleep.
As if responding to his prior
thoughts like Irony tended to do, he suddenly felt a very strong and very angry
reiatsu push down on the air around him. His eyes widened and he quickly
straightened up while he looked around and saw that there were more spiritually
aware people in the class than he would have first thought. The way they and
the teacher were pressed face-first panting on the ground was surefire evidence
that they were feeling the reiatsu pushing down on the atmosphere. He knew the
reiatsu, and he also knew the basis behind it. For some reason he had been
hopeful enough to think that it would happen at home and not at school.
Don’t worry Tsuki! I’m coming!
It was a dangerous move for him,
he knew that, but he also knew Masaki wouldn’t be able to hold her off for long
without putting even more pressure on the air. He had to get there so she could
go and get their father. He was the only one stronger than all of them, and
thus he could calm her down. Hopefully they wouldn’t be too far gone by the
time Masaki finally brought him to them, but there was always the chance that
he would be able to fend her off too.
With no further hesitation he
jumped off his seat and ran to the door, unmindful to the fact that Kin was
following him after pulling herself up off her own seat.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Kojima, I really
have to go!” he explained hastily and booked it out the door, where once again,
Kin followed, without giving any kind of explanation at all, but he hadn’t
really needed to say anything, considering it was lunch time. As they went down
the halls they saw other students panting on their hands and knees in the middle
of the hall, and the ones that weren’t affected were all trying to figure out
what was happening to everyone else. The pressure kept rising and he kept
picking up his pace, with Kin right behind him. He knew she went to the same
school as Kin, so he desperately ran down the hallways to find her class.
Finally, they found her, and just
as he thought, she was being restrained against the lockers by her younger
twin. She looked absolutely murderous and there was a young teen against
the other wall with a bloody nose; a young man that seemed quite terrified at
the moment.
“What
happened!?” Kin asked, not even sure that who she was talking to was who
she thought it was. Kaien had to remind himself that she didn’t know the drill
when it came to this, otherwise he would have rolled his eyes.
Tsukiyomi’s
blazing black eyes fixed themselves on Kin and Kin shrunk back slightly at the
way she could see the intense black pigment start to be lightened into an angry
yellow while black ink seemed to paint itself over her sclera.
“This guy thought he was good
enough to grope me!!” she yelled angrily, and Kaien soon felt his brotherly
instincts telling him to applaud his younger sister before he went over to
pummel the guy some more. Before that could happen however, the guy who was
holding his bloody nose looked over at them in fright.
“I didn’t, I swear! I was just
walking by and I accidentally brushed by her while she was getting her lunch!”
The terror in his eyes suggested he was too scared to tell a lie.
Kaien almost sighed. His little
sister must have really been fighting her instincts for a while before this in
order for something as explainable as this to have set her off. He quickly
reinforced Masaki’s hold on her sister with his own, easily done considering he
was a good foot taller than them both.
“Come on Tsuki!
This guy wouldn’t even be a challenge for you to fight!” he said
quickly, trying to bring down her urge to fight, the urge that was surely
boiling at her insides right then. This wasn’t the first time she had snapped
like this, but usually their father was much closer and could put out her rage
much faster. He could only hope he was feeling her spiritual pressure right
now.
“Yeah, calm down Tsuki,” Masaki crooned softly as she tried to help her
brother hold off the struggling body of her fraternal twin.
“This place is full of weaklings
who think they’re the greatest!! It’s infuriating!! How can
you put up with this day after day!?!?” Tsukiyomi
screamed, and with that the underlying reason for her hatred was revealed.
Now that he thought about it, for
someone as prideful and powerful as his little sister, added to the fact that
she was more Hollow than Shinigami or zanpakutou, being around simple humans
all the time who were either only slowly gaining spiritual awareness or had
none at all, would be quite the task. In Hueco Mundo she could fight anyone and they would gladly fight
her back, with no taunt or insult withheld without any lasting damage being
done after all was said and done. Here however, that was no longer applicable,
and humans are very prideful creatures in their nature, so for someone like Tsukiyomi who was constantly trying to better herself even
though she was one of the princesses of Hueco Mundo, that would be incredibly irritating. Back when her
powers had been restrained and she thought she was the same as the rest of
them, it had been no big deal, but now she knew there were whole other worlds
out there, worlds where there were powers unexplainable to regular humans, and
powers she now had. A regular human’s boasting would then become quite irritating, he had to admit, now that he looked at it from
her point of view. No doubt she had endured that for the past while without so
much as a peep, but this last indiscretion pushed her over the edge.
She snarled and bucked against
their grip, and finally Kaien got tired of people staring at her like she was a
beast.
“Alright, time to take this
elsewhere!” With that, he retracted his grip and jabbed his hand into his body
before falling to the ground lifelessly as his spiritual form stood in his
place. Before that could be processed, he quickly pushed his hands into each of
his sisters’ bodies and pulled, to Kin’s surprise, pulling their spiritual
forms out with them while he ran out the nearest door with them in tow. No
lasting damage was done to their bodies, in fact, there wasn’t so much as a
scratch on them, neither was there one on his own.
Kin gulped as she watched the
door swing closed. Kaien had the power to pull souls from their bodies, and his
sisters definitely weren’t normal either, she could tell that much just from
looking at them.
She was barely taller than the
two of them, who even in height were exactly the same, but then again she
hadn’t grown since she was their age either, and she guessed they wouldn’t grow
anymore than that too. They had both matured to be beautiful, and there were
still some parts of them that were going to grow and other parts that were
going to curve, she knew that too. Nonetheless, they didn’t look any less womanly
because of it, they would just look a whole heck of a
lot more womanly once those changes were done. Kaien was going to have a
couple a gorgeous sisters, that was for certain.
Tsukiyomi
was obviously the more hotheaded of the two, but that wasn’t reflected in her
looks. Her startlingly white hair fell practically to her waist and her narrow
black eyes were stunning on the pale face that looked like it was carved by a
sculptor even as it contorted in rage. She definitely didn’t try to hide her
role as a woman, and the Espada-like clothing she had
seen as the young teen was pulled away accentuated all of her growing curves
magnificently. However, in her spiritual form, those narrow black eyes were
fiercely yellow and constantly on a backdrop of midnight black and her skin was
the palest of alabaster, beautiful in its own terrifying way. She had seen that
before she had been towed away.
Masaki on the other hand, looked
much different from her sister. Her wavy orange hair only came down to her
shoulders and her innocent, yet strangely terrifying amber eyes were hidden by
lids holding long, beautiful eyelashes that belied the emotion the eyes beneath
them could hold. She was almost the exact same build as her sister however,
including the growing curves that would surely have guys drooling over her one
day, more than they did now. Another thing that set her apart from both her
sister and her brother was the fact that she was wearing a regular black
shihakushou, unlike their contrasting white clothing.
Kin noted that they both had zanpakutous somewhere on their person as well, while Kaien
didn’t. Then again, they probably don’t have his ability either, she
thought.
She quickly moved the bodies of
the fallen family more comfortably against the lockers instead of lying haphazardly
on the floor before she took off after the brother and sisters.
~~~~~~~~~
It went without saying that as
soon as she had regained her footing and yanked herself out of his grip, Tsukiyomi Kurosaki was one unhappy camper. She instantly
went on the offensive without regard of who she was
fighting, and Kaien had to start dodging before she hit him unaware. Luckily,
he had already been hit by her zanpakutou before, but that didn’t really matter
because she was using her fists, something that thanks to their mother wasn’t
really any more of a blessing than if she’d been using her sword. It was in his
favor that he had been given the same training and had fought her before.
“Come on Tsuki!
Quit it already!!” he yelled. Thankfully, Masaki had taken off instantly once
they were outside to go get Ichigo.
“Come on Tsukiiiiiii! Quit it alreadyyyyyy!”
Tsukiyomi mimicked back childishly as she sent
another punch at his head before jumping up to add a kick to the combo. Her
voice had changed to match her spiritual appearance, becoming the voice she
always used in her inner-Hollow like form. It was the same kind of beautiful
yet equally malicious tone used by her mother. “You can’t hide your
feelings from me! I know you’ve thought the same things!!” she spewed
out maliciously, and Kaien could feel the prodding of his more Hollow nature
bubble up in agreement.
Oh shit, she’s really doing
it! He realized in terror. Masaki, hurry up!!
He could communicate with the
spirits of a Soul Reaper’s inner world thanks to the fact that he could talk to
zanpakutous even if they didn’t have an owner, and in
a way Tsukiyomi could do the same thing. She on the other
hand, liked talking to the inner Hollow more than the zanpakutou, and though he
could do the same thing, he tended not to because of the effects that could
have. Tsukiyomi though, she could prod the instincts
lying dormant to wakefulness, and he had found that out very quickly after she
had started training.
She could literally make him lose
control, until his rationale would be gone and his instincts would be the only
thing remaining. In other words, he became less than the lowest level of
Hollow, because even they retained some of the memories of their old life. He
was simply instinct. In that form…he had absolutely no value for life.
He could feel it rising, feel his
urge for battle fight against his intelligent mind. He faltered in his defense
and she sent a punch to his unprotected face that sent him reeling onto the
sandy ground. He knew she would never do this if she was her regular self, but
she had been pushed too far in her control and now only her more Hollow urges
were pushing her decisions, just like he would if he were pushed to this. Just like she was doing. He gulped heavily and picked
himself up off the ground, somehow aware that his glowing yellow eyes were
starting to be joined by malicious black lining.
“You can’t hide it from me
Kaien,” she hissed as she licked her lips. “I can sense your
deepest urges. You want something badly, don’t you? You want something so badly
the almighty control-freak himself has started to lose that control, am I
right? You’ve been fighting something just like I have, but you’re too chicken
to do it!!”
Kaien was starting to sweat now.
He knew what she was talking about, but it was quite apparent she didn’t. All
she could sense was his urges, because unlike other people he didn’t have an
inner spirit that could tell her those things. He could feel his heart start to
race as his hands started to tremble as she slowly made his other nature rise,
and he could barely block her next assault because he was concentrating so much
on keeping his consciousness. He could feel the hold he had on his reiatsu
start fading, and he knew in a few seconds what he always held inside himself
would start breaking out uninhibitedly.
He stumbled away from her as she
sent yet another blow towards him. “Tsuki…please
stop…”
He looked up in fright at the
sight of his shorter, younger sister, who had him absolutely at her mercy. “I
know you want to! Why should I stop??”
Thankfully, a slightly taller figure
suddenly flew out of nowhere and kicked the teenager approaching him in the
side, sending her flying away from him ungracefully. He looked over in shock to
see Kin’s Soul Reaper form standing where Tsukiyomi
used to, and her face was hardened in her battle scowl. She didn’t ask him how
he had been so easily overpowered, but he could tell from the way she was
looking at him that she knew there was more to the fight than met the eye. He
quickly stumbled away from his fallen sister, who had by now picked herself up,
and he tried to regain control of himself. Gradually, he finally found himself
overcoming his carnal desires and his breathing became easier again without the
prodding of his sister to allow it more power.
Feeling his reiatsu once again
under his control, he turned back to where he had been previously and saw that
his sister had since drawn her sword and was fighting Kin, who had drawn her
sword as well. They were mere blurs in the air as they fought, with the Goddess
of Flash’s daughter fighting with all her mother’s training behind her. He
hadn’t fought her since he had come back, and now he knew why she was still in
school. She had spent all the rest of her time training.
She was literally running circles
around his sister and her use of kicks and punches as well as her sword was
awing just to look at. She was a trained fighter, but so was his sister, and
though four years separated them, Tsukiyomi had the
advantage of her special reiatsu and abilities. She laughed off every hit Kin
landed and swung back just as viciously as she tried to keep up with her
opponent’s speed.
“Is that all you’ve got!?”
the white-skinned teen taunted as she stopped, and Kin did the same as she
faced down her boyfriend’s sister.
“Tsukiyomi,
you’ve got to stop this. This isn’t you,” she tried to rationalize, but the
young teen just scowled and threw some of her long hair over her shoulder.
“You don’t get it, do you?
This IS me!! I’ve wanted to beat on those punks in that class for the last week
but I couldn’t because of obvious reasons! I tried to be nice to those
weaklings! I really did! But no one! Hear me!? NO ONE! Touches me like that
unless I give them permission!!”
Kin understood to some extent,
but she still sighed. “I’m sorry then Tsukiyomi. If
you won’t stop this, then I hope you can at least forgive me when you wake up,”
Kin said sadly, and promptly threw off her yellow jacket, and raised an arm to
the side, while both Tsukiyomi and Kaien watched
curiously. With a spark that started at her outstretched fist, the combination
of skills that was Shunkou suddenly burst to life on
her back, and as they watched the jagged energy dance off her back like the
torn wings of an avenging angel, she shot forward in a burst of lightning-laced
speed and launched her fist into Tsukiyomi’s stomach,
sending the younger teen flying into a far-away wall.
Kaien had no doubt a blow like
that would have knocked out any regular Soul Reaper or Hollow, and obviously
Kin thought this too, because she instantly dispelled her Shunkou
and went to pick up her jacket.
Kaien though, knew he and his
sisters were no ordinary Soul Reapers or Hollows.
Thus, he was already on his feet
and prepared to jump into the young body that suddenly came
flying out of the smoke of her impact and right at the surprised face of his
girlfriend, but then a body was suddenly right between him and his sister, and
she had been stopped like she had hit a wall.
A white wall,
to be precise.
Then he felt the reiatsu that
went far beyond his own, and he fought with all his might to stay standing,
like he knew Tsukiyomi was doing, but in the end he
too succumbed to the pressure and was sent to his knees. It wasn’t too long
after that that he felt the pressure abate and Masaki appeared beside him, as
worried as ever over his condition. He looked up at the back of his father and
silently rejoiced.
“Are you feeling calmer now, Tsukiyomi?” Their father asked in the strange, deep
echo of himself that his transformation gave him.
Kin was staring at her
boyfriend’s father with fear hidden in her gaze. She had known he was the King
of Hueco Mundo, but now she
knew why. She hadn’t even been able to stand after he had released his reiatsu
more than the giant amount already in the air around him. She had a sinking
feeling that wasn’t even his full strength either. She did notice the way his
daughter looked similar to him at the moment, completely white, with terrifying
Hollowized eyes. As she watched, she saw him return
to normal, and was silently amazed at his power. She didn’t want to be on his
bad side anytime soon.
Tsukiyomi
hadn’t instantly calmed, but after her father’s reiatsu had pushed down on her
with enough force to send her to her knees and the spirit dwelling within him
had been just as scolding as she knew her father was, she had calmed down immediately
like the reprimanded child she was. She recognized her parents’ power and
authority over her, and she knew they only used it when they absolutely had to.
Their love for her came before that. When she was pushed to her place like this
her rampant instincts were calmed and she regained her sense of self, something
that though her instincts seemed to exhibit, it really didn’t have it. She was
almost identical to Kaien in that respect, when she lost control.
Soon she was wrapped in her
father’s arms lovingly and she started sobbing black tears into the white
material of his captain’s jacket while she hugged him close to her. “I’m
sorry! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!!”
Ichigo stroked the white hair
against his shoulder comfortingly. He knew she didn’t like losing control any
more than any of them did, but she didn’t have the same kind of strength to
hold it off considering it was the better part of her personality. “I know, I know
Tsuki; its okay,” he comforted softly.
His children meant the world to
him, and somewhere inside himself he hated the fact that he could do nothing
more than help calm her down when she got like this. If she just had an inner
Hollow, then she could beat it and gain complete control over herself, but he
had accidentally merged all three of her spiritual entities together just like
he had Kaien’s, and she opted more on the
uncontrollable side than his more controllable one. She wasn’t fighting some
beast within her soul, she was fighting herself every moment of every
day, against what her blood wanted to do and what she had been taught she
shouldn’t do. It was a constant struggle, and it pained his heart that he
couldn’t help her any more than this.
Finally, he felt her sobbing
relax into mere sniffles and he sat down rather than kneeling like he had been
before, allowing her to cuddle closer while she relaxed. This wasn’t really
behavior one would normally expect from a fourteen year old girl, but it was one
of only two ways that could get her to settle down after losing control of
herself, as it had been way back when she was nine.
Kaien sat down by them,
completely back to normal but for the odd strand of sweat streaking his face
here and there. She cast her puffy black eyes on him mournfully. “I’m
sorry Kaien. I know what I tried…can you forgive me?”
Kaien smiled and sighed wearily.
“I could never stay mad at you, Tsuki, of course I
forgive you. Let’s be glad Kin was here otherwise Dad would have had a fun time
trying to get the both of us to calm down. I don’t want to hurt you but I don’t
know what could’ve happened if she hadn’t been there. A few more seconds and I
would’ve been a goner.”
Ichigo scratched his head and
exhaled heavily. “Good grief, of all the times for me to be out across town for
a run. I’m so used to Tsuki not controlling her
reiatsu I thought she was just trying to scare some dumb punk. As for you
Masaki, your Shunpo is getting better all the time
for you to catch up to me that fast! Good for you!”
Masaki beamed under his praise
and Tsukiyomi chuckled as she sat against his chest.
“Show off.”
The kind person Masaki was, she
stuck her tongue out at her sister, who did exactly the same thing back, the
only difference being her oddly colored tongue. “I think Kin’s better
than you though. She even knows Shunkou!” the
inner-Hollow look-alike said back confidently, obviously trying to deflate her
sister’s ego, unknowing of the look of surprise on Kin’s face at the young girl
knowing the name of a technique scarcely known outside her mother and her.
“How do you know what it’s
called!?” she asked through a dry mouth, and the young teen raised an eyebrow
at her from her place still in her father’s arms.
“I fought beside your mother
during the war against Aizen, I’ve seen it before,”
Ichigo explained for his children. “Besides, Byakuya
taught them most of the techniques your mother taught him and Kaien uses a
variation of that when he fights if he doesn’t want to use his zanpakutous.” He felt sweat trickle down his neck when he
saw that Kin looked like she had just had the wind knocked out of her, and she
was staring at them with an open mouth.
“You…you use a variation of Shunkou? I didn’t think there was anything like that…” she
trailed off ungracefully and she let her head fall down, looking as downtrodden
as she could possibly be. She was a master of Shunkou
at eighteen, and yet once again Kaien seemed to have outdone her.
“Hey hey
hey, none of that,” Kaien said as he lifted her chin
with his finger so she was looking him in the eyes. “I suck at those techniques
Byakuya taught us, and Tsuki’s
the only one that can get most of them to work right, though Masaki’s been
getting better. Yeah, I can definitely go faster than regular Shunpo, but I suck at Kidou, so I
can’t get anywhere near Shunkou. I did use
the same principle to create a technique of my own, so it’s like it in a way.”
Kin looked skeptical, but she
wasn’t going to tell him the soft touch he was giving her felt heavenly, so she
moved the hand to her cheek so she could nuzzle it affectionately. “A technique like Shunkou? How did
you do that without Kidou?”
“It’s Cerokou!!”
Masaki blurted out proudly, and wilted back when Kaien glared at her for taking
his glory. He looked back at Kin and saw she had since resumed her open-mouth
stare, and it was directed solely at him this time.
“Hollow
Flash Cry!? You used CERO instead of Kidou!?
Are you out of your mind!? Is…is that even possible!?!”
Kaien chuckled nervously and
rubbed the back of his head with his unoccupied hand. “I got it to work
somehow. When you use it as much as I do because I don’t want to use my swords,
you start thinking up different ways to use it. It doesn’t give the same counter-magic
effects of Shunkou for obvious reasons, but it gives
me the full force of Cero behind my movements to boost my speed and attacks and
lets me fire off Ceros at the same speed as Balas, so it’s a small price to pay
for not collapsing at the end of each fight!” he explained lamely. As he looked
at her he saw her face morph until she was looking at him with a fond smile and
just like he was, she lovingly caressed the side of his face with one of her
soft, feminine hands.
“We’re apart for five years, and
yet we still fight alike,” she said softly. He chuckled as he reveled in the
soft yet firm flesh of her hand on his face. God he loved her, and damn if he
didn’t want her, but it wasn’t the time.
Ichigo coughed to gain their
attention, and they realized they had been looking into each others’ eyes like
a couple of lovesick puppies, and right in front of his father no less. “Okay
girls, go get your bodies. I’ll allow you to take the rest of the day off while
I go see what kind of damage control I can do. Any damage
done?”
Tsukiyomi’s
pale face lit up embarrassedly. “I…kinda
accused some guy of harassing me then gave him a bloody nose.”
Ichigo groaned and let his face
fall into his hand. “Okay, you, young lady, go
home and write him an apology, and I’ll go see what I can do about his face
before I tell the principal what I’m having you do and we’ll discuss anything
else later, all right?”
The young teen sighed. “Yes
Daddy.”
Ichigo smiled and ruffled her
well-kept hair. “Good, now go on you too. With any luck this’ll be easily
forgotten.”
Tsukiyomi
and Masaki both smiled and nodded then gave their father a hug before they ran
off to find their bodies and go have some fun for the rest of the day. Ichigo
sighed as he watched them take off. Being a father was harder than he thought,
but he wouldn’t trade it for the world. It had been extremely lucky that no
Hollows had come in response to her rampant reiatsu though. He turned to Kaien,
who now had Kin right beside him.
“As for you two, I don’t really
know. Kaien, you can leave whenever you want because you shouldn’t even be here
in the first place…” he enjoyed the blush on his son’s face as he said that.
“…and I’m not your father, Kin, so I don’t really know what you should
do other than go back to class. I’m sorry you had to get acquainted with Tsuki’s darker side so soon after we’ve come back, but
thank you for your help. If Kaien had lost control we would’ve been in big
trouble.”
Kin blushed at the captain’s
praise. Kaien really did look very much like his father in most regards, all
but the color of his hair, the way he styled it, and his eyes. Otherwise he was
almost a spitting image. “Thank you.”
“Uh, Dad, hate to break it to
you, but it was lunch break when this started, and the bell hasn’t rung yet,”
Kaien said cockily.
“Oi! Listen, Squirt! You may be taller than your old
man now but you should still respect your elders!” Ichigo replied jokingly.
“Just like you and Byakuya?” the same kind of joking reply came.
Ichigo rubbed his head. “Hehe, got
me there. Ah what the heck, I don’t care. You want to take your girlfriend out
for lunch then go ahead, but don’t blame me if Hat-and-Clogs gets
on your case!” And with that, he took of in a burst of reiatsu to go get his
body so he could come back and do the promised damage control.
After he was gone, Kin looked
over at Kaien approvingly. “Your parents are still as carefree as ever.”
He chuckled. “Nah, they just
tolerate it because we’ve all worked our butts off to get where we are today.
But yeah, they’re pretty carefree, mostly because they were just like us when
they were younger so we have something to hold over their heads!”
They both laughed at that. If he
had something to hold over the heads of his parents, she had even more. She was
the daughter of Soul Society’s rebels after all.
“Well, let’s go get our bodies. I
remember being hungry before this little debacle, and I was thinking of
taking out my girlfriend…”
She smiled and elbowed him in the
ribs playfully. “What if I told you she already had plans?” He smiled right
back and eyed the black scarf still around her neck, the spiritual copy of the
physical thing, something possible only because of who
he was.
“Hmm…I think I’d be able to talk
her out of it somehow…” he whispered back confidently as he slowly edged
nearer, and she was only able to gulp slightly before he had captured her mouth
with his and pushed her to the ground.
She let loose a disappointed moan
when he pulled away, but she still licked her lips contently. “Where to, oh dearest boyfriend of mine?”
He chuckled again. “See? I knew I
could make her see it my way.”
Then her hand reached up and
snaked behind his neck, until it pulled him rather unexpectedly back into her
lips.
She had just decided she wasn’t
going to let him have his way without some more convincing first.
~~~~~~~~~
They arrived back at his home
later in the day, and for once Kin had accompanied him back, but it was Friday
so she was allowed more freedom in terms of any kind of curfew, not like her
parents imposed one on her. Yoruichi Shihouin didn’t even know what the word
‘curfew’ meant. It seemed like too long to the mocha-skinned woman since she
had last stepped foot in their home, and it was exactly like she remembered it
five years before.
It was warm and inviting, and the
smell of fresh baking permeated the air. Kaien found that rather strange, since
while his mother had become an amazing cook after learning from Orihime Ishida of all people, she didn’t bake very often.
He could smell something underneath, like the smell was meant to hide
something, and it was doing a very good job of doing it. His mother knew all of
her children’s abilities, and she knew just how to thwart them too, so he knew
if she ever wanted to hide something from them, she definitely could. Thus,
each step he took was taken with suspicion as he tried to discern the
underlying smell, and needless to say Kin didn’t understand why he was sniffing
the air every few steps like he was a bloodhound.
“What are you doing?” she asked
unknowingly, and Kaien turned to look at her after taking another sniff of the
air.
“I’m trying to figure out what
smell my mom’s trying to hide with her baking. I can smell it, I just can’t
figure it out because of the other scents mixed in the air,” he explained like
it was the simplest thing in the world before he resumed his walking.
Kin was stupefied. “Wha…? I don’t smell anything.”
Kaien stopped short, and she
could have sworn she saw a knowing smirk on his face before he turned back
again. “Of course you wouldn’t, but me, Tsuki, and Masaki would. Part of our Hollow nature is
enhanced senses, so if we wanted to we could smell out the path a Hollow took
just by scent alone, and it applies to humans as well. Basically, our five
senses can’t even be compared to regular Soul Reapers’ or even regular Hollows’,
so Mom’s definitely trying to hide something, I just can’t figure out what.”
He could practically see
the realization hit her, because her genius mind didn’t take too long to figure
out the consequences of his words. He had to commend her though, she didn’t
blush or even look mortified like he might have thought, and instead she
managed to keep a surprisingly straight face. For some reason the small smirk
on her face scared him more than any of those other reactions could have.
I’ll have to remember that,
she thought wickedly.
“What could your mom be hiding
though?” she asked, trying to veer the course of the conversation back onto
something that didn’t imply he had very intimate knowledge of her arousal.
Kaien took another long breath
in, and sighed as he let it loose. “The closest thing I could relate it to is
sickness. To be absolutely honest it smells like vomit, but it’s stale. It
happened a while ago, that’s certain, and obviously in another part of the
house, from the weak strength of it, but its definitely there.”
“Is your mom sick? Your dad
looked fine earlier so it can’t be him.”
Kaien shrugged. “Normally I
wouldn’t really care; since Dad’s a full ranking honorary member of the Fourth
Division and every once in a while he had some patients here back before we
went to Hueco Mundo. The
only reason I can’t understand it is because it smells like Mom, but I can
smell her from here, and she doesn’t seem to be in any physical discomfort, but
her smell doesn’t seem exactly right either. It’s strange…”
“Here’s an idea Sherlock, why
don’t we go and ask her?” she asked sarcastically, and Kaien glared
half-heartedly at her.
“Go and spoil my fun why don’t
ya,” he mock-pouted, something that looked maybe a bit too charming considering
his deep bass voice and tall frame that showed he was anything but a
child. She rolled her eyes and started walking down to the source of the
heavenly scents, and after shaking his head in resignation, Kaien followed.
“Hot damn…” he muttered
disbelievingly as they entered the kitchen.
Tatsuki had really gone all out,
and there were at least twelve apple pies cooling off on the table. That
particular pie was her favorite, and that taste had been handed down to her
children. They were lucky if one pie made it past a half an hour in their
house. Her homemade apple pies were famous in Hueco Mundo.
He heard the door open and close
and two sets of feet make their way inside, and from the reiatsu in the air it
appeared that his sisters had finally returned home after doing who-knows-what
for the remainder of the day they had been given off. He heard them do the
exact same thing he had done, and eventually their footsteps came close enough
for him to know they were nearing the kitchen.
“Hey Kai, do you sme—Holy crap…” Tsukiyomi trailed
off ungracefully as she spied the many desserts on the table.
“It’s official; Mom’s hiding
something,” Masaki proclaimed as she set her hands on her hips.
Kin was flabbergasted. “You
smelled it too!? What the heck is wrong with you people, can’t you just think
maybe she got a bit sick then decided to do some baking?” Even as the words
came out of her mouth she decided they sounded ridiculous, and from the way the
family members around her were looking at her they thought the same thing. “Okay,
never mind me then.”
A sudden rumble shook the house
and startled them all, but only for a second. Tsukiyomi
looked up thoughtfully. “Wow, I haven’t felt this reiatsu in a while. Guess Mom
and Dad thought they were overdue for a full-out match.”
Again, Kin was confused. “This is
pretty strong reiatsu. They could seriously hurt each other.”
Masaki laughed. “Our house has
reiatsu inhibitors so Dad’s reiatsu doesn’t bring Hollows here every time he
forgets to control it. It feels like they were fighting in the air, but Dad
just got pounded to the ground. He must be having the same thoughts we are, because the last time Mom’s Bankai
got him like that he was seriously distracted. If you think this is strong,
than you should take a step outside and feel the reiatsu firsthand. When they
get like this even some of the Vastro-Lorde’s have a
hard time keeping on their feet!” she laughed.
Kin gulped. At least her
parents had some control over their reiatsu. Her father had gradually increased
his output as part of her training to get her used to higher spiritual
pressures, but the reiatsu that had pushed down on her when the orange-haired
King and captain came to their rescue was more than even she had trained to
deal with. It was frightening to think of how casually their kids talked about
it. Not to mention the fact that they were talking about the highest release a
Soul Cutter could do.
The sounds of battle died out,
and suddenly they heard an excited male voice cry out in joy before it started
laughing, and was joined by a pleasant feminine tone doing exactly the same.
Deciding quickly that this was something they had to see, they all ran to the
nearest set of doors that would put them closest to the sources of reiatsu, and
lo and behold, they found Ichigo twirling Tatsuki around in his arms while he
laughed in joy before hugging her close to him.
Now that they were closer to the
source, and outside, away from the distractions of the cinnamon and spices of
the pies, Kaien and his siblings were able to get a more accurate read of the
scent their mother was giving off. It was strange to be sure, definitely
different from her regular, but only slightly, and it would only be noticeable
if one knew her scent unequivocally and could discern any deviations from that
norm. Even her reiatsu seemed strange, like there was something else…
As if in unison, their eyes shot open
as wide as they could possibly go, which was pretty hilarious because of the
more narrow and seductive eyes that Kaien and Tsukiyomi
had, which weren’t really meant to be opened that wide at any given time.
“You’ve…” Masaki began.
“Gotta be…” Tsukiyomi
continued.
“Kidding me,” Kaien finished.
Kin looked between the three with
confusion written all over her face. “What!? What’s going on!?”
It seemed the two adults had
finally noticed their presence, and they turned towards them with happy smiles
on their faces as they beckoned to their children. The three in question didn’t
move however, they simply stayed there staring, until eventually they same smiles
broke out on their faces as well.
“YOU’RE PREGNANT!?!?!” They all exclaimed
at once, and their mother nodded at them happily.
“I knew the pies wouldn’t throw
you off for long,” Tatsuki admitted with a yielded sigh. As if that was the
cue, the three unfroze and ran to their parents, taking the same joy as them in
the announcement of another family member.
Kin gulped again. She would never
question the senses of the three Kurosaki children ever again. She watched as
her boyfriend picked up his mother and hugged her to him and the way the
younger girls the same height as their mother just gave her hugs. There was no
fear, just joy. No resentment, jut happiness
Something told her Kaien would
make a very good father one day.
That was when she blushed.
~~~~~~~~
Author’s Notes: Me again, just want to remind all you people that
have found it fit to give my story your time, that I would really appreciate it
if you left a review for each chapter (I know it sounds like groveling, but I
really need the feedback because I’ve been writing without any for a good month
and some now. I’m sorry for the long wait by the way).
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