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The Royal Palace Brides	By : c0p13r Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 9515 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"Orihime, Osho-san and the others kept this place together and guarded until we showed up."
She looked at him, feeling him clutching her hands. The side of the room was collapsing, the Quincy named Bambi-chan dangling, but he had rushed over to her, made sure she was out of harm's way – Riruka bristled with jealousy next to them at the tenderness he was showing her – and took her hands pleadingly in his own.
Ichigo smiled at her. "I'll be back soon," he promised her, and even gave Riruka a glance that settled her nerves… up until he turned back to the ruin, the Quincy falling out of the Royal palace, and shouted back to Orihime one more time: "Fix the damage!"
I'll be back soon.
Orihime's heart caught in her throat; she knew the danger of jumping out into that open sky. He couldn't catch onto the particles in the air. He was in freefall just like Bambi-chan. Yet, even though Riruka-chan and Nel-san screamed for him and nearly leapt to their own deaths on an imaginary chance to save him, Orihime didn't budge.
I'll be back soon. He promised that to her, and if she moved even one inch when he jumped, that meant that she did not believe him. Clasping her hands tight to her sternum, she lowered her head and swore that she'd put her faith in him. While he rescued Bambi-chan, she would make sure he returned to an unruined home.
"Where the hell are you taking me?! Let me go, dammit! I'm not a prisoner!" Candice was kicking wildly; the only thing she was able to do with the stuffy bonds of Oh-Etsu's make pinning her arms to her sides. Meninas was caught too, but acting like Candice was such a bother and disgraceful. Not to mention she was wearing a very high-riding skirt, so all her efforts must go to squeezing her thighs together, pumping up her legs, and kicking very suddenly when the pervy No. 1 Zanpakuto Creator tried to sneak in close with his phone for a photo op.
"This man reeks," she complained in that flighty voice of hers. "I can walk on my own. Candi's being too loud, anyway."
"What's that, Meni?! Why don't you shut up and break free already?!" Candice squirmed anew, shifting and turning back and forth in Ichibe's lifted arms. But neither Quincy – even if they worked together – would escape the happy Monk's grip.
"We have unfinished business, Quincy ladies," he declared merrily. "And we'll wait for the Soul King's return before we decide what to do with you!"
And all down the corridor, Oh-Etsu – with cracked shades and a throbbing bump on his head – leapt from girl to girl, asking them if they were interested in visiting his Hoohden. "It's a really sweet spot for any lovely ladies." Before reaching the throne room, he would incur several more beatings to the noggin.
But two wives stayed behind, to see to the wreckage.
"That idiot!" Riruka-chan grimaced and held her hips, still not satisfied with Squad Zero's lack of concern, even if the funky Blade Master confessed to having a few tricks up his sleeve – "Ri~ght, Mera-chan?!" with a stylish point to his No. 1 assistant – still looking over the rubble that was defying gravity and pulling back to its original spot to make up the side of the Royal Palace. "He should've just let her fall! Those were the bad guys, right?!" Riruka spun on Orihime, who seemed more concentrated on tending stone than the wellbeing of their husband. "Hey! Aren't you upset?! You just watched him risk his life for some bimbo idiot who was trying to blow us all up!"
For a moment, Orihime was quiet. And then, when the floor was restored and the banisters and trappings were beginning to return, she said, "I'm not worried, Riruka-chan. Ichigo-kun said he'll be back." Her head dropped just slightly. "He'll be alright… without me."
At once, she was attacked by a flipping flurry of rabbit ear attacks; Riruka swinging her head side-to-side frantically to thwap her. "What are you saying something so morbid for?! What's going on in that empty head?! Are you planning on ditching him again?!"
"Ow! No, Riruka-chan! I meant that he won't need me to heal him down there! Ow~!"
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"What were you doing out here, anyway? We were in the middle of nowhere."
Kukaku was finding Ichigo's companion to be a bit more than annoying. "If something happens to the Soul King, the Shiba are the first to know," she answered irritably over her shoulder. "I didn't know we'd have you following along."
"I'm not following along!" Bambietta spat. "You're just going the same way I was headed."
As he recalled, she was actually heading north until the zombie attack, and now was moving east with them. Ichigo looked up at the fading rain. Sure didn't last long for such a sudden torrent…
"And where are you taking us anyway?"
Kukaku glanced over her shoulder with a glib expression. "I thought you weren't following us."
This woman was quickly annoying her; Bambietta lowered her head almost like a bull getting ready to charge. Her eyes glinted in the shadow of her cap. If this nobody wanted to know what it meant to annoy her, she'd demonstrate! She'd slaughtered men in droves because she was in a bad mood. The only thing preserving this dark-haired, one-armed, big-breasted woman's life was the presence of the detestable Soul King.
She glanced to him and saw that he was already reprimanding her in his gaze. No bombs. Tch… He shouldn't be acting like he could give her orders. Her King was beaten and dead, and the surviving Quincies were his legacy, and they were all torn apart, holding no loyalties to the former reich. They had been taught that the strong live and the weak die. Yhwach was dead. He was weak, and now Bambietta must continue to stay strong to survive.
How she wanted to kill Kurosaki Ichigo right now. See his head burst in flesh, hair, skull, and brain like fireworks. And it wasn't just the Quincy blood in her that denied the existence of the Soul King. It was Ichigo himself. She was vaguely aware that he had a round with her Bambies – Traitorous bitches! – and he trounced all of them like they were merely exercise. She would've held more esteem for him if he'd killed Gigi… gruesomely… though it would have robbed her of that pleasure herself.
Well, he did rob her of it! Gigi was right there before her, on the ground, begging for her life while also stating that Bambi was so beautiful when the bloodlust was in her eyes. But for this damned bastard now acting as her chaperone… protecting her, acting like she couldn't have decimated the entire zombie brigade on her own. Leaping after her when no one else would – she would never expect that from any of the Stern Ritter. It was baffling and defied her logic.
"What are you looking at?"
She continued to stare at him, even though he called out her prolonged gaze. He asked, but it was rather obvious that she was trying to figure him out while still clinging onto her absolute, instinctual hatred of him. Finally, with a swift move that almost had him thinking she was going to ambush him with a bomb, her finger struck up and pointed at him. "Just what's your deal, Kurosaki Ichigo?"
Having her gloved finger shoved in his face, Ichigo made an awkward look to her. "My deal?"
She stopped trudging through the mud, and that brought him to stop as well. "What are you doing chasing after me, trying to protect me?" The finger came down, but she leaned in with her face now. The water dripped off the brim of her hat, but her eyes were steadfast. "What are you getting out of this?"
Ichigo truly doubted he had an answer that she would like. Really, his actions were usually habitual from when he was a kid; altruism seemed bred into him by his mother. Would it shock this Quincy to know that another Quincy behaved so heroically? It'd be no wonder Yhwach stole her powers and left her to die.
"Well," he began uncertainly, looking off to the side, his lips pursing up, trying to create some comfortable distance from her, "I couldn't just watch you fall and not help."
"All the others did!" She snagged his robes and yanked him. She looked furious, not grateful, gnashing her teeth and seething in contempt. "And you expect me to think that only you could save me?"
The Squad Zero no doubt would have had some trick to prevent her plummeting to her death. But… it was habit. If he didn't do what he could then and now, his future self would never have forgiven him. Without Yhwach, the Quincies weren't as much of a threat. Their direction was gone; only lingering hate remained to cause conflict. If there was just some way to abate that…
"I'm not gonna wait out here all day and night for the two of you."
They turned and saw that Kukaku had also stopped a good distance ahead of them.
"Unless you want to find your own way through the woods, let's keep going." She didn't wait for them to answer and started heading off. With the overcast, it was already getting dark and she was barely visible between the trees.
And Ichigo was smarter than to challenge her threat. "Right"—He pulled Bambietta's hand off of him and moved after her—"We're coming."
Bambietta stalled for a short while, glaring at him for what he said, but nonetheless continued to follow him and Kukaku. She did not run – so as not to seem too eager – but she did catch up next to him. No man escaped her when she wanted to engage, after all.
"What'd you say that for?"
He looked confused, but didn't stop walking. "Say what?"
"You don't speak for me!" Bambietta snipped at him, that argumentative finger once again flashing toward the tip of his nose. "I'm walking with you because we're going in the same direction. So don't say that 'we're' going anywhere together."
Ichigo rolled his eyes with a groan. So many women; so aggravating. Riruka, he had begun to see the gentler side that she kept hidden from most, but this mad bomber? Her hostility radiated from her like the scent of hot reishi that already surrounded her. "Whatever you want," he droningly complied.
"Exactly!" she said, seeming satisfied as she hid her hand away under her cloak again, tilting her nose up slightly to really revel in her verbal victory.
Ichigo maintained his annoyed look, though. She was combative; very much like Ishida. He wondered if it really was just a Quincy trait to naturally form friction with a Shinigami. And there were several more up there in the Royal Palace without him. Well, he'd seen enough of her ability to believe that Halibel-san could handle herself, and Nel and Rukia and a whole lot of other capable Shinigami. Nothing to fret. Bambietta was vicious, but had become docile either by the rain or by the failed attempts at his life so far.
"And don't think you're anything special for trying to save me, by the way." She continued her efforts to cut him down, since her blade couldn't do it for her. "My Bambies are probably planning a way to recover me on their own"—A sinister smile flashed on her face—"once they're done slaughtering all your pathetic friends."
Her goading was obvious, and Ichigo wouldn't entertain it. Nor would he bring up the fact that he heard the scheming-looking Quincy's plans to revive a splattered Bambietta. He wasn't full on the details of the Bambies – having just barely met them outside of the war – but the combat with them, he felt no comradery from them. They were like ravenous beasts who'd slay one another to benefit themselves in some way.
But let Bambietta go on with her lie. Let her believe it, if she was that naïve. Again, Ichigo just rolled his eyes and wished for silence, mindlessly agreeing with Bambietta's proclamation.
"So long as you don't go around, acting like you've done me some sort of favor." She smacked his arm with the back of her hand. "The Shinigami can't do anything for the Quincy."
Ichigo just kept his eyes turned up, his mouth drawn in a disgruntled frown.
His lack of rebuttal… was unsettling. Bambietta wasn't used to jabbing verbally, but not getting a response. Bazz-B was more sporting… and PePe was too creepy to engage in conflict. Most of the other Stern Ritter were overly dense or kept to themselves, so it was never an issue. But Kurosaki was a natural enemy and should therefore always engage her in a fight! "Weak, stupid Shinigami," she continued to needle. "That's why it was so easy for us to invade and wipe out…"
In a flash, Ichigo wheeled on her, catching her wrist that had come up aloofly from her cape. Her back was against a tree, and he had boxed her in. His aura dampened the air, pressing down on her, but his eyes held her. Even she had to flinch to see those browns suddenly turn hard and unrepentant. Her words had finally struck a nerve, and it was a bad thing for her.
She felt her heart beating; fast and stalling, unable to make up its mind. The gravity intensified, or maybe it was imagination. But she heard the trees around them moan. The smartest thing she could do was close her mouth and swallow.
"That war should never have happened," Ichigo said lowly to her before his grip and his reiatsu eased up. He moved away from her and followed after his cousin in brisk strides.
Bambietta was left to finally breathe again, wheezing in silence while massaging her wrist like it'd been chaffed in iron. Dammit… Just what was this guy? All that power…
She tucked up her bottom lip, frowning as some excited color filtered into her cheeks.
… and he didn't exploit it.
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"I don't like this." Isane turned this way and that, trying to account for everyone in the room, searching for at least one face that showed some modicum of concern. "Is this really okay?"
"Nee-san, stop worrying!" Kiyone ordered, knocking at her sister's shoulder with the back of her fist. She then looked in glorious splendor. "We're up at the Soul King's Royal Palace!" Left and right, she looked, in awe of the splendor despite the modest look of it. Well, it was stone and marble, unlike the traditional wooden buildings of the Gotei Thirteen's barracks. "Everyone else said to trust in your husband! So relax! They're planning to bring your husband back soon!"
"P-please don't say 'husband' so much, Kiyone," murmured the tall woman, still rightly embarrassed to have skipped the dating phase to move right on to marriage. "I'm just hoping to do my duty. I don't think this is a vacation." Her voice trailed, "Although…" Well, it was a great honor to be here, admittedly. She'd heard stories, but the Royal Palace and the Soul King seemed so far off that she and other lieutenants never gave it much mind. To them, their role was always to protect their Captains. Now here she was, married to the fabled Soul King who ruled even beyond the Captain Commander and the Squad Zero.
"You should treat it like a vacation," urged Kiyone, pumping her fists excitedly for her awkward sibling. "You can even treat it like your honeymoon!"
Isane's head burst with embarrassed steam.
"And-and you wouldn't even have to go back on duty"—Kiyone hid her sneaky smirk behind her hand—"if you were pregnant."
"Kiyone!"
Sister squabbling with sister; Arrancar engaging in conversation with Shinigami; humans getting along with everyone; Squad Zero just meandering about. Candice could vomit at the sight. She was all for letting the hate between Shinigami and Quincy die, but that didn't mean she was going to like them. Kurosaki Ichigo had unforgivably dirtied her hair that she painstakingly made even more perfect for the war; hours upon hours of brushing, spraying, and bending to get it nice and fierce without losing any loveliness. He cut off her leg too or something. The hair was a bigger issue. For her, at least.
"Tch! This is ridiculous," she muttered in her little punishment corner; Squad Zero didn't even view her as a threat, more like a wild child who needed to be sat in a corner and really think about her disruptive choices. She pulled at the bonds again to no avail, so she turned and looked at the Quincies who were not captives. "Why the hell aren't you two tied up, anyway?! You're Quincy, same as us!"
Liltotto dragged her distended lips from the lollipop that the Grain King had offered while they waited. "Because we weren't stupid enough to start fighting the people who healed us." She went back to slurping.
"Yeah~ How dumb do you have to be to attack someone right after a bath~" Giselle, feeling bold when Candice was caged, poked her finger right in the center of the electric, blonde's forehead with a drawn out "Stu~pid~ "
"You bitch!" But Candice was all talk now; no lightning outbursts to threaten others with. Giselle could stay crouched in front of her all day, poking again and again at her forehead, chanting "Stupid". "When I get out of this, Gigi! Bambi's gonna be the least of your worries!"
"The Shinigami aren't going to allow that," Liltotto said flatly, once again distracted from her sweets.
Pulling on her bangs, bobbing side-to-side whimsically, Giselle agreed in a singsong voice, "That's right~ We have immunity~ "
"What are you talking about, immunity?" Candice surged against her bonds, trying at least to headbutt the freaky zombie girl.
"That's right, you are correct!" Clack! The wood sandals made a loud click when Hyosube Ichibe approached to engage the Quincy in conversation. "It was very convenient for the situation that you were all revived and remain hale and happy! We wouldn't want all the time and effort put into resurrecting you to go to waste."
Candice glowered at him, repulsed by his repugnant presence. Still, if Lil and Gigi weren't going to be forthright and planned to tease her all day instead, she'd press this loathsome Shinigami for some answers. "And what's the purpose of bringing us back? Isn't it better that more Quincies are dead?"
"Not at all," Ichibe answered with his big head swaying. "It was never our desire to wipe you all out. And, as long as there are willing participants, we would like to see the Quincy flourish nonetheless!"
"And what's that supposed to me?" Candice could take a guess, but wouldn't.
"Why, to produce an heir of Shinigami and Quincy lineage! Hmm, although Kurosaki Ichigo-sama is more complex than a Shinigami. You could say any child of his is also a Quincy. But it'd be a good thing to have more Quincy."
The purpose of marriage was briefly spoken at the Kiriden, but none of the Bambies were fully lucid, and the sight of Giselle had made things very chaotic. Though Tenjiro had thought that the travel over to the Royal Palace would settle the mood, Bambietta still went on the attack, and Candice fed off of that bloodlust, and Meninas thought that if there was a chance to escape, this would be it: working together.
"And that's why Bambi was revived? To marry that shithead Ichigo?"
"Mmhmm! You could say that, though it is disrespectful."
"You can't expect that I would volunteer," Liltotto mentioned aside, followed by Giselle singing while pulling her hair playfully, "And I don't swing that way~ "
That truly did leave only the three Bambies. "The more available," Ichibe explained, "the more likely that one of you will accept."
Made sense, though Candice had no intention of being Ichigo's wife and being bred by him. But Bambi was a total whore, and Ichigo was – and Candice hated to admit it and wouldn't out loud – goodlooking enough to grab her interest. But with Bambi being such an obvious choice, how did that work with her being zombified? She was quite dead. She wasn't really a fan of seeing the death throes of an ally, but she was certain that Bambietta's life was extinguished.
And when asked to explain her revival, Ichibe had an honest look of confusion. "Why, she was no more dead than I when handed my defeat at Yhwach's hand! Speaking a name out loud can give even a skeleton some force of life."
"And so long as there's a spark," Tenjiro declared, having been eavesdropping against the wall, proud to make an entrance so significant, "my hot springs can fan that spark into a flame of life!"
While the two of Squad Zero seemed quite pleased with themselves, Giselle moped, holding her mournful face in her hands, sobbing tears like waterfalls. "I tried to convince them to use some random Quincy soldat so that I could keep my Bambi-chan, but they wouldn't listen."
Who cares about that? "So that means we're prisoners until one of us agrees to marry that bastard," Candice hissed.
"Now don't think of it like you're prisoners," the Monk said. "Consider yourselves guests who are unable to leave and will be kept under strict watch and schedule after losing a war. So maybe call yourselves… prisoners of war."
"That's what I just said."
But then Ichibe's eyes flickered, and he made a thoughtful noise. "Strange, weren't there four of you up here?"
"Yeah," Tenjiro concurred, leaning his paddle against his shoulder and walking over to see the spot where the missing Quincy was set. "That pink-haired one's gone."
Candice, Giselle, and Liltotto all acted like they hadn't noticed.
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It was a while later that the line of trees ceased and an open meadow stretched out before them when Kukaku spun with a flourish of her umbrella – was it on purpose that Bambietta was sprayed by the rain residue? – and gestured to the statues holding the proud Shiba banner. "Welcome back to the Shiba Estate!"
No matter how many times he saw the gaudiness of his cousins' home, Ichigo couldn't brace himself for it. Ganju? Shirtless and with a strained face as he flexed his muscles in two different poses? Why O why would Kukaku-san ever think that was a good idea? He cringed, his hand unable to cover the disgusted grimace the sight produced. How could he tell a firecracker like Kukaku how terrible it looked?
And Bambietta, who had no idea what to expect, had lost her posture to a forward, gaping slump. No way… Absolutely no way was this meant to be their destination. The burly man sculpted could have an amazing, sturdy body, but the face left all desire fleeting. And this was how the Shinigami proclaimed herself?! A little tattered, but she wasn't by any means ugly! Bambietta was affronted for Kukaku to have such an atrocious lawn display!
But Kukaku invited them in with a wave, setting her folded umbrella up against her shoulder, kicking through the wet tall grass. And though he seemed against it, sharing the revulsion of the compound, Ichigo continued to follow… until his sleeve was caught in an objecting fist. And when he looked at her, there was frustration… but also a hint of humanity.
"We're not actually going in there, are we?" she griped.
"It's not really like we have a choice," Ichigo told her quietly. "It's not raining like before, but it's best to get to a dry place." He looked up, and then added like a casual afterthought, "Then again, you're not following us and can go wherever you want."
Fuming, she yanked again at his sleeve, not letting him get away that easily. "I'm not following you! I just wanted to find a dry place too before going off on my own! But we can find somewhere better than this!"
"Not likely," Ichigo answered flatly, as they hadn't seen a single hint of civilization in the forest, and it was probable than anyone other than Kukaku living out this far wouldn't be a welcoming host. "And besides, I thought it wasn't 'we'."
"It's not!" she snarled, her face's color filling out again. "It's just that I'd rather sleep in the mud than go in that disgraceful hut-yeow!"
Kukaku had come up from behind to give the insult-spewing Quincy a whack on the behind with her bamboo umbrella. "Such high skirts leave a lot to spank," she lectured as Bambietta pulled away to rub her sore posterior. "I don't expect a Quincy to understand the nuance of the Shiba estate, anyway. But if you want to dry up and have something to eat, this is the only place within miles in any direction."
It was dark now, so the invitation to wander out wasn't agreeable. True, though, they could take to the skies now that they were beyond the dense reishi of the Royal Palace, but seeing a Quincy's white cape against the dark canopy of night would encourage violent responses from the Shinigami still reeling from all reality being wiped out. She had the powers bestowed upon her by The Almighty, but they were not as infinite-seeming as before.
There was no choice. Bambietta gave a hateful stare, but that was it. She conceded and went with Ichigo into the little hut. How were they supposed to hunker down and eat and refuel in such a pitiful little place?
Ichigo threw an arm out in front of her, catching her before she could make a wayward cross over the threshold. "Watch your step," he warned, and with good reason. The floor beyond the doorway dipped immediately to the long flight of stairs leading down to the actual compound.
And though she huffed and shoved his arm out of her way, Bambietta was grateful that he stopped her from making a fool of herself by tripping unawares.
"It's usually much more fun to watch the response of those who don't know," Kukaku chided Ichigo from behind, never minding how Bambietta snarled at her idea of amusement – though it was not too dissimilar to her own.
"Just go down," Ichigo advised her, his hands squeezing on her shoulders and hoping to keep her moving forward instead of trying to snap back at their sadistic hostess.
"First door on the right," Kukaku told them when they neared the bottom corridor. "You both can change out of those wet robes, and we'll see what we can do about Senjumaru's haori."
Somehow, it wasn't surprising to Ichigo to know that his cousin was aware of Squad Zero. But did she know of his newfound relationship to the weaver? Wife to him as well… It was pretty hard to keep track, and he was feeling something akin to guilt for not having spent real quality time with her and Kirio-san.
Well, there was the Kiriden hot springs after Riruka stormed off, but that time was spent fussing over pandering to his upset bride and urging Senjumaru to share some of the work she had already done on Ichigo's request for Riruka.
"There's some food," Kukaku stated simply, pushing the door aside in a manner that was unbecoming of a lady; Ichigo quietly protested her raising her leg – which shifted her dress to her upper thigh – to pull the door's handle with her toes. "You both dress in the robes and meet me in the main hall for a banquet."
"You want us to dress together?" Ichigo and Bambietta exchanged a look, surprised that the exact same words had come from both their mouths at the same time.
Kukaku looked bored as she tilted her head. "Don't be so immature. Ichigo, you've got a bunch of wives already. Undressing around one more shouldn't be an issue."
Ichigo wanted to continue contesting the suggestion, but really, was it necessary? Even recently, he had changed clothes in the presence of Tatsuki, as she had done with him. It was only when he turned unwittingly to her as her t-shirt came up and her now-developed breasts fell out with a happy bounce that he thought maybe they should accept some friendly barriers between them. She shrugged, nonchalant about him noticing her bust, and said, "Whatever."
"You can't expect me to do that! I demand my own room!"
Kukaku wished she could have a smoke. "You aren't getting one."
Bambietta fumed like a lit fuse.
"Also, we don't have anything in white."
Liar! The robes were right there in plain sight, a nice, relaxing white! Ichigo had to grab her wrists, yelling, "No bombs!" But Bambietta continued trying to push by him, smiling maniacally with a reishi sphere in her hand, fantasizing about the explosion that would rid her of this intolerable woman!
So to defuse the situation – or maybe she just couldn't be bothered to help her cousin with the furious Quincy – Kukaku ambled off to find her pipe and have a nice, relaxing smoke before dinner. The butler was out with the other two and her brother, searching needlessly for the Soul King; she wouldn't call them back just yet. The lot of them were loud, and it'd cause conflict. Ganju, actually… Ganju was loud, and pretty girls flustered him. If it kept him away and busy, she'd leave them out all night on a wild goose hunt.
"There should be some pickled radishes leftover," she mumbled, thinking of what could be served for a Soul King.
Back in the room, Ichigo and Bambietta faced off. He looked awkward; she looked unpleasant, glaring scornfully. But both of them were wet, soaked through to the bone. Robes were available, yet they stubbornly abstained from changing. Ichigo gestated, rubbing his neck. Was she intending to stare him down all night? That glare of hers was deadly. Maybe he should just go and wait outside, let her change. For all her tough guise act, he started to detect the little shivers reacting to the wet coldness seeping into her. And then a cute little sniffle that she tried to suppress.
It was up to him to save her from her own pride. He rolled his eyes with a soft groan. Why couldn't she just cool down… figuratively? What a hotheaded woman… "Listen," he began, "I'll just wait outside, and you can get dressed…"
"What, so you can plan with that bitch how to get rid of me?!" She unfastened her cape and through its wet weight over a nearby nightstand. "I'm keeping my eye on you"—She was beginning to unzip her top, disregarding how quickly her cleavage swelled into view—"so you're not going anywhere!"
"Hey-hey-hey!" stammered Ichigo, stumbling back into a wall, waving his hands out in front of him. "Wha-what are you doing undressing like that?!"
"Hmph! My clothes are wet. Are you an idiot or something?" How could she be so casual about it?! Her shirt shuffled off, and her bra – white and soaked through – carried a surprisingly-heavy load. Ichigo clapped the lower half of his face under his hand, though it would have done him better to cover his eyes first. She was… stunning! And bouncy! a very-Kon-sounding voice cheered in his mind when she bent over to deal with the clasp of her skirt.
"Wait! Let me…! Argh!" He spun around on his heel, putting his head to the wall and his hand on his heart. It was racing. Dammit! Damn her! She was being so flagrant! Why did Kukaku only have one room available, and why did they have to dress together?!
Dammit, it was like a scene out of a bad fanfic or something!
copywriter glances nervously…
I'll… just put up with it! I've undressed with Tatsuki lots of times!
When they were younger and it wasn't a concern to either of them…
Mechanically – if a machine was full of rusted gears and shoddy from disuse – he took off the haori first… and smartly showed it respect. Senjumaru-san did not apply it to him like some afterthought. "It takes great care to sew a robe worthy of a Soul King," she had said to him, her clackity hands crawling all over his body. "To have to do it a second time… would be very painful." It hadn't escaped his understanding when he felt a pinch at his thigh.
So he checked his haori, and was impressed just as much as he was relieved that the robe wasn't marred; by battle, by mud, or by bombs. "Senjumaru-san's work is amazing," he granted her in thought, and carefully began to fold it. The rest of his clothes could be shrugged off and balled into a corner. He remembered the twin assistants under the Shiba service – Shiroganehiko and Koganehiko, though Ichigo could not be expected to remember their names – were very adamant about doing chores and being of service.
But Ichigo had barely opened his gi when his senses flared and he felt he was in danger. Not again. He whirled and caught Bambietta by the wrist, staying the broad stroke of her sword.
He is my enemy! her voice screamed in his mind, resonating to his core. He narrowed his eyes.
Just because he stopped her weapon didn't mean that the assault would end. Her free hand bore the bomb she'd plant in his chest! That hadn't worked before, but Ichigo against intercepted, catching her forearm and veering it off course harmlessly. Well, almost… The reishi became a projectile that caused the floor mat to burst in fire and straw. Ichigo's eyes bugged at the destruction. Kukaku was not going to like that!
A matter he couldn't attend to when Bambietta threw herself against him, using her slight weight as leverage to knock him over. A ball would have been more effectively thrown against a brick wall, but for the additional help of her breasts. They hit and bounced back off of him, jiggling in her bra and catching his focus. Rainwater made the flesh glisten, droplets floating form them or rolling down the supple slopes. Ichigo faltered a bit. "You didn't dress?!"
Bambietta seized the chance, kicking his left foot out from under him. He chastised himself; a rookie mistake that Tatsuki had teased him about before. But it was a mistake that he had learned to rectify in motion. He grabbed her reflexively as he would have grabbed Tatsuki's gi… But his hands were latching on bra straps now. Flimsy bra straps, but it was too late to grab anything else. Before he rolled her under his descent, the straps were broken, the cups slackened, and the breasts floated out, jostling against one another as she hit the floor beneath him.
Bombs and sword… He nullified both instinctively by catching her wrists and holding them down… But that left the matter of her disabled bra unattended. And a look in Bambietta's frustrated eyes that… reminded him of Riruka's the other night…
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