Prize of Victory | By : NovaAlexandria Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 87205 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 8 |
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Blind
Jushiro woke slowly and carefully. He was clearly not at home, but nor did it seem like he was at the 4th. This didn’t feel like his quarters at the office either. Where was he? He tried to open his eyes and was met with blackness.
Everything came rushing back to him quickly. The walk in the beautiful garden, a flash of light, blinding pain followed by darkness and the sound of Unohana-san and Gin speaking in alarmed voices. Was he still at the palace? Was Aizen not done with him?
He tried to move but found himself unable to. He felt panic well up as he struggled against the restraints holding him in place. He seemed to be blindfolded as well and sharp pain was radiating from his eyes and face.
“ Szay, Szay, ‘take-ji is awake,” a voice suddenly cried from nearby.
He froze, recognizing both the voice and the faint traces of reiatsu he could catch from those close by if he paused long enough to actually concentrate.
“Hold still, ‘take-ji. We will untie you when you calm down a bit. Szay said it was better this way so you wouldn’t undo the bandages.”
Hana’s voice came calmly from somewhere beside him.
He took a few deep breaths and forced himself to calm down and give a soft nod of his head, letting the girls know he understood them.
“Okay, I am going to undo them now, but you have to leave the bandages alone,” Hana informed him.
“Where am I?” he asked in a raspy voice as he felt her smaller hands undo the restraints around his wrists.
“The Research Building. You were brought in two days ago.” Hana answered.
Two whole days?
“Gee, what in the seven hells did you do, Shiro-chan?” Lilinette demanded grouchily. “And it figures you would wake up when I step out to get some food.”
“See, he’s awake,” Ajuga piped up.
Not being able to see anything was driving him insane and his fingers clutched the blankets at his sides in an attempt to prevent himself from trying to remove the bindings from around his eyes.
“Yes, Ajuga-chan, I can see that. How are you feeling, Ukitake-san?”
The sound of Szayel’s voice was actually comforting, in an odd way.
“I have a terrible headache, I’m thirsty, and my reiatsu is still very low, but otherwise I am alright,” he answered truthfully. “What happened?”
“Girls, why don’t you go let Karin-sama and Nanao-san know he’s awake,” Szayel suggested helpfully.
“But…” two voices rose in protest.
“Do you want to upset your mothers by ignoring their orders?” Szayel cut in.
The girls groaned, but Jushiro heard them leave and the door shut.
“Here, drink this, it should help with your headache,” Szayel ordered.
A smaller arm slipped behind his shoulders as Lilinette helped him sit up before the scientist grasped one of his hands and placed a mug of something warm in it.
“I should warn you it tastes bitter, but do drink the whole cup. You will be glad you did.”
Jushiro did as ordered, bringing the cup slowly to his lips and drinking the very bitter stuff down as quickly as he could.
“What happened?” he asked again, trying not to gag at the residual taste in his mouth.
“Do you want me to sugar-coat it, or not?” Szayel asked.
Jushiro stiffened and forced himself not to tremble. If Szayel was asking then it must have been bad. He swallowed nervously before speaking.
“You might as well tell me the truth. Glossing things over won’t change the facts,” he replied softly.
He heard Szayel cluck his tongue, the ‘tsk’ sounding a little resigned.
“Very well…Truth it is. Your right eye is completely destroyed. You will never see from it again unless Aizen-Kami permits Orihime-chan to reject the damage done to it. I managed to reconstruct your left eye, but only time will tell if I was able to save it. That is why you are blindfolded. I doubt the slash will scar; such is the power of my healing creams…” Szayel finished with a bit of smugness in his voice.
Jushiro felt his hands tremble at the news and had to clench the blankets tightly to stop his body from trembling with them.
“And if it doesn’t heal…”
“I’m afraid you will be permanently blind, unless of course Aizen-Kami wishes otherwise, but I have not known him to reverse any of his punishments. May I inquire as to what you could have possibly done to invite Kami-sama’s wrath?”
Jushiro replayed the entire evening over in his mind. Aizen had noticed Byakuya’s Kanji were less than perfect and he had used Aizen’s interest to bring up another issue that had been tormenting him for many years.
“I will give you less to see so that you may no longer be tormented with the sight of others suffering.”
Aizen had meant to blind him. He had been expecting a punishment for his outburst, but he had never thought Aizen would do something this devastating to him. Despair filled him, much like it had when he’d watched Shunsui die in front of him while all he could do was lay uselessly in a pool of his own blood with a hole punched through his chest.
If he remained sightless, he would be useless on the battlefield against the Swarm. Even Tousen, had he still been alive, would have had a hard time fighting them for their reiatsu was far too small to effectively track.
“See Mama, he’s awake!”
Ajuga’s cheerful voice sounded distant, though it did cut through the unhappy miasma that surrounded him.
“Yes, I see, Ajuga-chan,” Karin agreed, her footfalls a solid sound he could track as they approached. “How are you feeling, Jushiro-san?”
He felt weight suddenly on his bed and jerked in surprise, having no idea what it was from.
“Ajuga,” Karin scolded.
“What?” Ajuga asked, sounding confused.
So the weight was Ajuga climbing on the bed. He could barely tell she was there with his own senses still shot from his last tuberculosis attack and the strain of the treatment that would hopefully cure him of the ailment once and for all.
“Remember what we talked about earlier?” Karin scolded.
“Huh? Oh, right. Sorry ‘take-ji. I am going to hug you now.”
He felt the weight shift shortly before Ajuga glomped him, hugging him tightly. He returned it clumsily, patting her small shoulder.
“Me too,” Hana declared.
In a moment he had both girls hugging him tightly. It helped a little to ease the pain he was feeling from his loss of sight.
“You still haven’t answered my question, Jushiro-san,” Karin pointed out.
“Sorry. I have a headache, but it’s getting better. My left eye is getting really itchy,” he responded.
“That’s a good sign. Szayel did the surgery himself so I am confident you should retain sight in that eye so long as it’s not stressed and you rest properly. Do you wish to stay here or return to the Estate?” she questioned.
“The Estate,” he answered without hesitation. “At least there I can move about and not need to worry about getting lost. I could navigate my own home blindfolded. I always could, ever since I was a child.” He smiled with a small amount of dry humour at the irony of that statement.
“And we will take care of you, right Hana-chan?” Ajuga declared firmly.
“Well, I still got to go to lessons,” Hana pouted. “Unless we can convince Sensei to come over again,” she suggested hopefully.
“I will see what can be done,” Karin offered. “I want you to remain one more night here just to make sure there is no infection or chance of any sort of relapse. Is that okay?”
“Yeah, that’s fine,” he turned his head to where he could sense Lilinette had been hovering. “Strange to see you so far from Starrk-san,” he pointed out with a smile of amusement.
“He’s been in a bad mood,” she huffed. “He went and had ‘words’ with Aizen- bloody-Kami about attacking you like this. He wasn’t happy. Well, none of us were,” she snarled. “You don’t lay a hand on someone else’s property!”
“Enough of this for now,” Karin cut in sternly, interrupting the Arrancar before Lilinette could expound upon that potentially touchy subject. “We will talk about such things later. Ajuga-chan, Hana-chan, can I trust you two to take care of Jushiro-san while I regrettably return to work?” Karin asked.
“Hai,” both girls affirmed simultaneously.
“Oh, now that you’re awake, I got to make sure you get your medicine,” Ajuga exclaimed and bounced off of the bed.
“It’s almost noon. I have to record your vitals,” Hana added.
Karin chuckled and took one of his hands in her own.
“I will leave you to their tender mercies. Really, you need to stop getting yourself beat up Jushiro-san. They are becoming far too proficient in caring for you.”
“So it would seem,” he offered her a sad smile.
“Oh enough! My work is always flawless. We will take the bandages off in a month and everything will be fine.” Szayel protested. “Now if you will excuse me, I have more important things to do with my time.”
“Of course you do,” Karin said dryly. “Don’t you have a few new test tubes to floss or something?”
“Indeed. Excuse me, Karin-sama…” He offered her a bow.
“Hai, hai,” she said tiredly as the Arrancar took his leave. “I swear, he only calls me that because he knows it annoys me,” she grumbled once Szayel had left the room.
He heard her retreat, Szayel’s footsteps following hers, leaving him alone with the girls. Both Hana and Ajuga’s weight had left his side, one to presumably go brew his medicine while the scratching of a pen on paper indicated the other must be recording his information on a chart.
A hand suddenly took his, taking him by surprise and causing him to jerk a bit. It was a little larger that the two girls’ hands and as far as he knew the only other person still in the room had to be Lilinette.
“You are always getting into trouble, Shiro-chan,” she complained softly.
“I try not to,” he assured her.
“Well you fail miserably at self-preservation,” she snorted. “I swear, you live to worry me.”
“You were concerned about me, Lilinette-chan?” he asked with a hint of surprise.
“Of course I was worried! And that’s Lilinette-sama to the likes of you”, she reminded him haughtily. “And Starrk was worried too, but he won’t show it. I mean, who would I pester if you aren’t around? And who would try and bribe me with candy at every turn?” she pointed out. “Why don’t you think about others? You’re so very inconsiderate…”
“Lily-chan,” Hana complained. “That’s not…”
“We were all worried,” Lilinette retorted. “No one spoils us like you do, or lets us hide in their closet when the others are looking for us and then pretends we aren’t there. No one else always has an ear ready to listen to us complain,” she finished, voice finally wavering a little, betraying how she really felt about him. Jushiro would have tried to pull her into what sounded like a badly-needed hug, save that something she’d said earlier had worried him.
“Where is Starrk-san?” he suddenly asked.
If he had ‘words’ with Aizen then Jushiro was rightfully fearful for the other. Aizen was not a person who liked to have ‘words’ about anything unless if he was the one given them.
“He’s at the Estate being himself,” Lilinette answered. “He’s not hurt if that is what you are scared of. I honestly don’t know what happened! He has been speaking to Grimmjow ever since he got back from his mission though…” Lilinette mused and then snorted derisively. “As usual, he never tells me anything I want to know.”
That was definitely strange. Was it actually possible for Grimmjow and Starrk to have a drawn-out conversation in the first place? The two Espada seemed to share a respectful sort of relationship but they were far from friends or drinking buddies. Jushiro was certain the two had shared at most a dozen conversations since Grimmjow and Karin had moved onto his Estate. So why the sudden interaction now?
“Here, Jushiro-san,” Ajuga piped up, gaining his attention.
One of her little hands found his free one and placed the warm mug in it. Lilinette freed the one she had captured and he used that one to cradle the heated mug before raising it to his lips to take a hesitant sip. The taste of his usual dose of the medicine to treat his tuberculosis hit his tongue. Compared to what Szayel had just made him drink, it seemed refreshingly mild.
“Thank you,” he offered her a soft smile.
“All the vitals look good,” Hana reported.
“Of course they do,” Ajuga huffed confidently. “’take-ji is strong. A small scratch like this won’t slow him down for long. Right?”
“Hopefully,” he said, trying to reassure the little girl. “Kami, I am getting too old for this,” he grouched to himself.
He finished his medicine and the three girls insisted he lay back to rest. He wasn’t in any condition to put up much of a protest against them.
“ ‘take-ji, Szay says we have to restrain you again just encase you try and get at your bandages while dreaming or if you wake up in a panic,” Hana explained hesitantly.
“That’s okay. I understand. Go ahead”, he assured them with a smile.
Small hands grasped a hand each and the feel of the soft restraint going around his wrist hesitantly followed. Despite the fact the restraints were loose and he was well aware of how necessary they were, he still felt a stirring of fear blossom in his chest as he was once more retrained. Neither girl gave up their grasp on his hands once they were done and it was a comforting gesture.
“Even if you can’t see us, we will be right here ‘take-ji. Promise,” Hana promised.
“Promise,” Ajuga echoed.
“And I will be here to make sure you don’t get your white-haired ass into any more trouble, Shiro-chan,” Lilinette promised sternly.
“Thank you,” he offered them a warm smile and let himself drift off.
He wasn’t sure if it was just due to his exhaustion or if they had slipped him something in the tea or through the IV, but at least while he was dreaming he was capable of seeing again.
The next time he woke up he did so because Hana and Ajuga were both shaking him sharply and frantically calling his name while he could hear Lilinette screaming for Szayel. His body was soaked in sweat and the last traces of his nightmare were playing before his blackened vision.
Blood, there had been so much blood everywhere. His entire world had been tinted red in it. Everything was bleeding around him, from the flowers to the bricks and wood that made up the well in Unohana’s garden.
“‘take-ji?” Both girls called worriedly.
“It’s okay, I am awake,” he gasped and forced himself to lie back despite the pounding of his heart.
His wrist were very sore, an indication that he had probably been fighting his restraints during his nightmare. Briefly, he wondered how long the girls had been trying to wake him.
“What’s all the commotion about? Why did you interrupt my evening?”
Szayel sounded irritable, and Jushiro couldn’t help but wonder what personal business his attack had interfered with.
“Shiro-chan was fighting his restraints and we couldn’t wake him after ten whole minutes,” Lilinette explained, sounding a little peevish herself.
“Ten minutes?” Szayel sounded far less annoyed now.
“Hai! It took exactly ten minutes and thirty-four seconds to wake him,” Hana reported.
“I see.”
He could hear the frown in Szayel’s voice. A hand, presumably Szayel’s judging by the size and smoothness of the skin, grasped his left wrist and traced the damage he’d inadvertently done by struggling. Jushiro winced in pain as a result and swore he could feel Szayel’s fingers smearing blood on his unbroken skin. Blood, that he realized, that wasn’t truly there. His wrists hurt, but they were only abraded, not bloody.
“Do you remember what you were dreaming?” Szayel questioned.
“No. Just that… there was a lot of blood…” he admitted hesitantly.
The scientist remained quiet, Jushiro assuming that he was considering his answer before he heard Szayel draw in his breath sharply. His next question took Jushiro off-guard.
“Did Aizen-Kami use his Zanpakuto on you during the attack?”
“I am not sure. I think it was his Zanpakuto that got me. It happened so fast…” he answered hesitantly, trying to recall if he had even seen Aizen draw his blade or if he had used a knife or other instrument to take out his eyes.
“Ajuga-chan, go get your mother,” Szayel ordered, not waiting any longer. “Hana-chan, Lilinette, go with her just to be on the safe side.”
“Alright.”
The three girls presumably left the room.
“What are you thinking?” Jushiro asked him, dreading the answer. He only sent the younger girls away when the subject matter took a turn for the gruesome or the inappropriate. If he’d sent Lilinette away as well, it meant that whatever Szayel might say might be particularly bad.
“I am thinking that this is another facet of Aizen-Kami’s punishment. It might not have been triggered initially because you were in a medically-induced coma, but this time you went to sleep on your own. I am going to remove the restraints before I try to bandage your wrists,” Szayel explained.
Jushiro remained still while the other worked, occasionally hissing in pain as the alcohol touched his abraded skin. His entire body remained tense since he could not see when the next dab of pain was coming. He gave a small involuntary jerk each time the swab returned.
“I want Karin-sama to confirm something for me.” Szayel said in a low voice, once he’d finished tying off Jushiro’s latest set of bandages and what he said next injected a cold knot of fear into the pit of the wounded Shinigami’s stomach.
“And that would be what?”
“That if you hadn’t been completely blinded by Aizen’s blow, you would finish the job yourself.”
Karin swore that she wore out as much of the tops of her footgear dragging her feet in fatigue as she did the bottoms by running around all day.
And it had been a very long day indeed. It hadn’t been as long as the day they had brought Jushiro in with his injuries or the day that Aizen had tortured Szayel, but still it had been long. There had been a battle in the morning that had lasted until midafternoon. Two hours later Ajuga and Hana had arrived to inform her that Jushiro had woken up.
Nanao was, of course, at the meeting and Karin was still exhausted after her mate’s usual after-battle demands. Not that they were that terrible to see to. He always made sure she was well satisfied.
Because it was so soon after a battle she was unable to stay for too long and had to return to the Division to finish up the never-ending sea of paperwork the battle created. There was also at least one unpleasant task that Nanao insisted on taking care of personally, and that was the letters.
Nanao never shirked writing out and sending the notification letters that went to the few family members the deceased might have had. It made Karin more upset that so few actually had people that worried enough about them that a letter was required than the actual writing of the letters themselves.
It wasn’t that it didn’t hurt to lose her subordinates in battle, but after the massacre of her entire town she found the pain of individual loss to be dull instead of heart-wrenching. It was of course sad when someone died, but she didn’t know them any better than she did the other students in her long-ago middle school classes that she never hung out with.
“Oi, Fukutaichou, you going to stay in here all night?”
“Hmm?” Karin looked up at the three Shinigami standing by the door, obviously expecting an answer.
“Taichou said to make sure you got some rest,” another chimed in. “You should go home.”
Karin opened her mouth to protest before she checked the time and gaped at the clock on the wall in surprise.
“I think you are actually right,” she acquiesced, standing up and stretching. “Out of curiosity, dare I ask what Nanao-Taichou ordered you to do with me if I refused to leave?”
“It involved a lot of Kido and a reiatsu-suppressing rope,” one of them answered with a laugh.
“Or a large burlap sack and a heavy stick to hang it from. And a couple of the new recruits to carry the stick. They need toughening up,” another added.
“Ouch! Alright, well you can put the rope and the sack and stick away and stop muttering those chants under your breaths,” she laughed, ruefully. “I am going home to get some rest.”
The other three smiled at her and bid her good night. Karin shook her head and started to clean up both desks before she closed the office and began the walk home. If all was going well, Jushiro should be soundly asleep and she wanted to make sure everything was ready for his return home tomorrow morning. Specifically, she wanted to make sure that there was nothing lying on the floor for him to trip over.
It was surprisingly pleasing to do something as domestic as housework, which she found funny. When she was younger, Yuzu could have done all of the housework, for all Karin cared; she hated it that much.
“A mother’s instinct, perhaps…” she froze at the thought and quickly looked at herself in the mirror by the door before sighing in relief. “Well, at least it isn’t a sign of nesting,” she laughed softly to herself.
She would kill Grimmjow if he managed to knock her up again. Now was the worst time to be pregnant, with constant battles going and a Division to lead. Fortunately, Unohana-san had been more than willing to give her Soul Society’s version of a reliable birth control pill. She made sure to never skip a dose.
Thinking of children, Orihime had a son now, and Karin paused to think about that at the gate of the Estate. She wondered how the other woman was doing, and how long Ulquiorra would keep her in quarantine. All she knew was that Orihime had given birth to a boy and she couldn’t wait to see how he had turned out.
Grimmjow had yet to return and Karin decided that she was too hungry to wait for him. She’d make something to snack on until he got back and they could sit down to a proper meal. Karin was about halfway through the sandwich she’d fixed when all three girls raced into the room, calling for her.
Something about ‘’take-ji and a nightmare and that Szayel had sent them to get her. They had her the moment they mentioned Jushiro’s name. By the time they made it to the Research Building, Jushiro was sitting up in bed. Szayel, for his part, was busy replacing the cloth restraints on the bed with something that looked as if they were lined in soft sheepskin. She also noticed that Jushiro’s wrists were both heavily bandaged.
“A word please, Karin-sama,” Szayel requested as she approached them, the girls rushing past the two of them to take up their self-appointed spots next to their ‘take-ji and Lilinette staking out the chair.
“Yes, what is it?” she asked, the girls were busy distracting Jushiro in earnest
“Karin-sama, I need you to ‘look’ at him.”
She must have looked as puzzled as she felt, because he sighed and tried to explain it another way.
“Can you tell me if there are any traces of a reiatsu covering Jushiro, an energy other than his own and Starrk’s?”
Karin frowned, but turned and studied her target carefully, gasping at what she ‘saw’ after a few moments of scrutiny. Szayel was right; there was a subtle, complicated knot of foreign reiatsu around his head. She reported as much and Szayel sighed, rubbing his forehead in dismay.
“What is it?” she questioned. “What’s wrong?”
“Are you familiar with the ability of Aizen-Kami’s Zanpakuto?”
“No,” she admitted. “I know it’s powerful, but I don’t know the specifics.”
“Kyouka Suigetsu. When Aizen-Kami releases his Zanpakuto’s Shikai, he effectively casts an all-encompassing illusion, to his opponent’s detriment. It makes everyone around him see, hear, feel, taste, and experience whatever he desires. It is my belief that as part of Jushiro’s punishment Aizen-Kami used Kyouka Suigetsu’s ability to force Ukitake-san to experience terrifying nightmares once he falls into REM sleep.”
Karin scowled angrily and looked back at Jushiro, keying in on the reiatsu attached to his own.
“It seems as if it’s slowly degrading,” she said softly.
Szayel nodded, as if he’d suspected as much.
“No doubt the torment has a timer on it. How long would you give it until it disappears?”
The young woman frowned as she took another look at the swirls of the reiatsu Aizen had left behind and then ran her fingers through her hair in frustration.
“I’d give it a week, maybe, before it dissipates. Bloody hell…!” she cursed.
Szayel flinched a little at her angry outburst, but as he wasn’t the target of her anger, held his ground and continued.
“I know you wished to take him home tomorrow, but I believe it would be best to leave him here and restrained until it wears off. I’m certain that this was a way to make sure that if Aizen failed to blind Ukitake himself, then there was a failsafe in place to make sure he would take his own eyes out. You have to admit, it was a well-planned attack.” Szayel said, with grudging admiration.
Karin made a sound of disgust at the intrigue she could detect in Szayel’s voice, but didn’t bother arguing the plausibility of the Arrancar’s suggestion. It was something that the bastard would plan out alright, down to the last awful detail.
“My apologies, Karin-sama,” he offered her an elegant bow, sensing her anger. “But you must admit that it is a cleverly devised punishment.”
She sighed and resisted the overwhelming urge to hit him, then walked back to the gathering.
“What did Szay say?” Ajuga asked.
“I am afraid Jushiro-san is going to have to stay for a bit longer, until the nightmares stop happening,” she answered honestly. Then she looked down at her daughter and smiled, rubbing her midsection for emphasis. “Hey, now that I think about it, I only had a few bites before you stormed in. Can you rug rats go grab me something to eat?”
“Hai!” Ajuga and Hana said with a salute before darting off.
“Aizen’s behind it somehow, isn’t he?” Lilinette hissed, not moving from the chair, her expression stormy.
Karin hesitated, and then nodded, not entirely sure how the little Arrancar would react to the truth. It was hard to remember at times that the girl was actually older than she was.
“There is a reiatsu cluster there that isn’t his or Starrk’s. It’s something Aizen left, to make sure that he blinded himself while in the grip of a bad nightmare.”
To her credit, Lilinette Gingerback didn’t launch herself out of the room in a fit of rage at the news, with the intent to try to attack Aizen out of revenge. Instead, she took a couple of gulps of air and wrapped her thin arms around her shins, drawing her knees up against her chest. It was as if she were actually restraining herself from doing anything more, lest her anger get the better of her. Instead, the girl rested her chin on her knees, squeezed her eyes shut and simply muttered the word ‘Bastard’ over and over.
Karin didn’t feel like chiding her for her language at that moment. Instead, she felt in total agreement with the First Espada’s smaller half. Then she turned to look at the man sitting expectantly in the bed, digesting the information, his cheeks gone paler than normal at the thought of what might have happened if the girls hadn’t been next to him while he slept.
“I am sorry, Jushiro-san, but there is nothing you can do but try to ride the nightmares out until the end of the week,” she said sadly.
“Kyouka Suigetsu,” he guessed wearily. “I should have guessed.”
“We think so,” she agreed. “We are going to have to keep you restrained and monitored as well, to make sure you don’t hurt yourself if no one is here.”
He nodded his head and leaned carefully back into his propped pillow. With a sigh, Karin returned his wrist to the new, padded restraints, mindful of the bandages.
“I am going to go find Starrk,” Lilinette suddenly announced in a firmer voice than was really necessary before leaving.
She nearly bumped into Hana and Ajuga in the process. She did muss Ajuga’s hair a little with one hand before turning her back and trotting down the hallway.
“We’re back!” Hana announced, carrying a full teapot in both hands.
“Here you go Mama,” Ajuga added, handing over the tray she held carefully on her own.
“Oh good… I am starving!”
The combined fragrance of cooked chicken, rice and miso soup wafted from under the covers of the dishes on the tray and Karin’s stomach gurgled loudly in response.
“I must be hungry, if this is my response to hospital food…” she thought as she dug into the first bowl.
“Is ‘take-ji going to be okay?” Ajuga asked worriedly.
“He should be in about a week or so,” Karin assured them. “But until then there is nothing we can do about the nightmares,” she informed them.
“Oh.”
They both looked crestfallen.
“Well don’t worry! We will be here ‘take-ji. Even if you can’t see us,” Hana said.
“Or hear us,” Ajuga added.
“We won’t leave your side, not even for lessons!”
“Or food!”
Jushiro couldn’t help but laugh and thanked the two girls. They grinned back at him happily, but Karin noticed his hands were clenched tightly. There really was nothing they could do about it but to get through the week and hope that everything turned out in their favour.
/hug you all. It looks like spring is finally in the air and the first wisps of green grass is just starting to peek wherever the sun manages to hit the ground for extended periods of time. Everything else is still covered in snow of course.
The attack is indeed one catalyst that will start to bring about the eventual revolution.
MOF&F: The Palace in Soul Society is not the one that houses the royal throne, that one is locked away in the spirit dimension. It is simply the ‘house’ Aizen had built for himself.
Baby is still kicking away, so it must be healthy, even if I seem to be coming down with a bad case of congestion.
Next Chapter: Aizen sits in his chair and musses about the changes he has seen in his Arrancar, particularly among the Espada, and worse, starts to consider other possible decedents of the Royal Houses.
This Weeks Question: Would you sooner see the Anime stop, like it has, or suffer through seasons of dreadful filler? Honestly, that last filler season had me so revolted I haven’t watched the Anime since. It was so horribly Mary Sue it was sickening and there are dozens of better written fan fiction.
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