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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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            She leaned in intrusively, big, wondering eyes scanning the room. “Huh~” She moved onward to the next room, opened the door and leaned in. “Oh~” She pulled out to ponder, pressing a finger up into her plump bottom lip, her brown eyes going to the ceiling and beyond. “It doesn’t look like a palace,” Meninas thought aloud, having always imagined royalty living with extravagant furniture of gold and red velvet, with porcelain dishes and low chandeliers, long tables with several masterful centerpieces! This was… bland. A few vases on pedestals here and there, but this place was too modest for its grandeur. Where were the regal paintings and the flamboyant display of wealth and power?! She sulked a little. “How disappointing.”
            She had gotten away from her captors rather easily. People were so careless when everything was peaceful, so when she packed muscle upon muscle upon muscle and snapped the bondage restricting her, no one seemed to notice. And she walked out the back way with not even a fuss. Even Candi and the other Quincies were too stupid to notice her escape.
            But it wasn’t much of an escape. The whole rebellion against the new Soul King earlier was Candi’s and Bambi’s idea, unable to accept the help of the Shinigami even if it had led to their revival. What a pair of idiots, Meninas had thought. After being taken to a castle, they should investigate before tearing the place down. What if there were nice things inside?
            But there weren’t… Just old things that were dusted off and preserved.
            She saw peeked into a dining area; one person in attendance, eating copious amounts of food. The mohawked girl who dressed like a street urchin; barefoot and scrawny, opposite to the robust Power Stern Ritter. And speaking of robust, the fat woman was bringing out even more food for the redhead stuffing her face already. “Here you go, Mera-chan! It’s some distance you’ll have to cross, so I made this porridge rich with seeds and fruits!”
            “Thank you,” Mera mumbled, accepting the bowl and tipping it back into her already-full mouth.
            How indecent and unrefined. It was a crime against royalty to behave so crass, to have food stacked so high, sacrificing presentation for quantity! The smaller the meal on the plate, the more elegant the taste! Did these Shinigami not know the first thing about decorum? Maybe, Meninas thought as she continued her walk through the corridors, it would be a service to tear this Palace down and build it from scratch… under her watch, of course, lest they build it the same and fill it with the usual unglamorous knickknacks.
            A long hallway now, leading to double doors; this was a bit more like it, though it didn’t meet Meninas’s tastes exactly yet. The first room of this corridor… opened to a bedroom. So this was where the royalty slept. Peeping in a bit further, she didn’t see much; like the room was hardly lived in. Just some garments of a humble lifestyle… Nothing special, and Meninas guessed this room belonged to the urchin stuffing her face at the table back there.
            Next rooms seemed hurriedly packed; one had neatly-packed luggage that had been thrown in the room by someone who was hurrying, as not to miss a single second of her big sister’s advance to royalty! Another room, the items brought were set up properly and reverently… though the room looked like it had taken a three-way beating from beasts that couldn’t get along. A room of bubble bath products from a place called The Urahara Shop in the next room. Curious, Meninas was willing to swipe the fanciest bottle that was glass, a pleasant shade of lavender, and had an attractive curvature to its tall frame. The next room didn’t have any signs of living; empty but for the bed. Spacious, Meninas admitted, but the emptiness was unbearable. One more room before the stretch to the double-doored room.
            Meninas’s eyes went wide. This room was lived in, and this room was packed! Maybe not with the elegance that she was looking for, but at least it had some taste. The goofy eyes on the wardrobe were tacky, but the craftsmanship was spot-on! Her gloved hand reached out and touched the smooth oak, varnished so beautifully, and reached for the handles. “Wah~” Her big eyes twinkled with wonder over Riruka’s stash of clothes. So many styles – a lot would suit Candi and Bambi’s lewd tastes – but when she took one out – a flowy dress that Riruka thought would make her look like a princess – Meninas was inclined to agree: whosever wardrobe this was had good taste. She put the gown against her body to assess in the full-length mirror.
            Regal… but a bit tight for her bust.
            A bit of lamentation in her voice, the pink-haired Sternritter said, “I could get it tailored to fit better…”
            And then there was the sound of a tense trigger and the press of a gun’s… lips?... in between her shoulder blades.
            “Put it down.” Riruka’s tone left no room for argument. “Put it back in Closet-san”—The wardrobe’s googly eyes perpetually stared down at interlopers—“and move away. I don’t want to accidentally ruin it.” She detested fighting like this, but it was to protect her cute belongings! That was entirely different! It’d be like Ichigo fighting to protect her! All a symbol of love, not violence.
            “Oh? Was I too careless?” Meninas didn’t relinquish the dress. She wholeheartedly intended to bring it with her – wherever she was bound – and wasn’t about to let some random girl with some sort of tacky toy gun take what she had rightfully stolen. “I didn’t realize I was being followed.”
            Riruka didn’t correct her, but the truth was, when word got out that one of the enemy Quincies went rogue, she felt the compulsion to check on her stuff first – already knowing that Orihime was safe… Not that she cared! – to make sure that her growing collection of Ichigo gifts were still accounted for. As luck – bad or good – would have it, she found the Quincy… who unmistakably met Riruka’s strict definition of cute… in her storage room – as she was already beginning to consider Ichigo’s room as her own base now.
            Seeing Meninas big eyes with such an unassuming look of innocence, Riruka’s face filled with color, though she tried to deny it! “Grr! Just put the dress back and wait until that big baldy shows up to tie you up again!”
            As if any prisoner would go for it…
            “Jeez…” Meninas cocked her right fist back, and just when Riruka prepared to fire her Love Gun, she faltered. That contracted arm burst with veiny muscle, the size of it probably exceeding Riruka’s own body mass. Whatever came out of her gun, it stood no chance! “You’re being annoying.” Meninas flung her fist, and were she not better trained during Ichigo’s lapse in Shinigami work, Orihime’s shield would not have been in time to save Riruka’s life.
            “Riruka-chan!”
            The golden shield shuddered under the hit, and then fired back at the offender, rebounding her energy with concussive force. And though it saved her life, Riruka condemned Orihime – who had now come up to her side, clutching at her shoulders and trying to evacuate her from the room. “You dummy! What if you singed my dresses?!” She grabbed and yanked at Orihime’s hair to make her whine. “You’ll have to pay for all the damages!”
            “Ow! I’m sorry, Riruka-chan! Ow! Let go!”
            This was no time to be idle, however. It might have been an instantaneous reflection of attack, but Meninas was made a Sternritter for a reason. Her determination, her reiatsu, her reactions and intuition… She not only saved herself riding on Hirenkyaku, but the dress she had taken a fancy to. And though the air was denser than she was used to, she made it above her enemies and made a second attempt, this time to pulverize them into the ground.
            It was Riruka’s turn to do the saving, though Orihime had noticed the dropping powerhouse first and called out in time for the cute collector to catch and carry her the few scant meters to avoid being flattened. But for her, with a passenger bigger than her in her little arms, Riruka barely made it and was spent of energy. “Darn it!” she wheezed, releasing Orihime to grab at her knees to try catching her breath. She cast a glare up at the startled Orihime. “Why do you have to be so heavy?!”
            Orihime’s eyes were tearing up. “Riruka-chan…”
            Catching her looking so vulnerable, Riruka turned away with a soft scoff. “I mean… maybe you’re not that heavy,” she muttered, mistaking the emotion in the other’s eyes for hurt.
            Little time to dwell on these niceties when the floor was caved in, the stone turning over beneath their feet. Orihime, more agile even in her dress, kept up with the turbulence, lunging to stay above the tides of upturned chunks of floor; Riruka, on the other hand, drained from her burst of Fullbring skittering, scrambled just to try to climb one undulating burst of rubble. “D-dammit!” At this rate, the floor would flip over and crush her, though Orihime was now bending over to try to catch her outreaching hand, calling out her name.
            “It seems you were useful for once…”
            Riruka blinked when the rumbling and crumbling suddenly ceased, and she was lifted off the ground like a marionette drifting on strings. She blinked twice more as she hovered in the air, side-by-side by Orihime, also baffled and taking a moment to realized that the upside of her dress would be visible if her legs continued to hang.
            “… and I had to make sure my work wasn’t being wasted.” Shutara Senjumaru had arrived, and was quickly undoing the damage that The Power had done to the room, replanting the broken stones and mending them with threads as easily as she would a popped stitch. Two of her arms carted her two fellow wives through the air; the other four had become blurs of tireless weaving. Even Meninas, at the heart of the demolition, was worked around and saw that the crater around her fist was being reversed at blinding speeds. This work, she considered as she gazed around, was impressive.
            “She could improve the chest of my dress,” she contemplated out loud.
            But whatever notions she had for the Great Weaver, it became secondary when, with the room’s repair completed, Senjumaru’s needle went to work on her. “Oh-Etsu can be so sloppy with his craft,” the darkhaired seamstress admonished in his absence. “He takes women too lightly, so he is always bested by them. But my attention to detail…” The final thread snapped, and her hands could relax. “… is the best in all of the Royal Palace.”
            Precision and simplicity; both were employed to Meninas’s new shackles. Thick cords around her wrists and ankles with a tether between them to greaten the difficulty of movement. She could barely hold the dress like this, let alone keep it off the floor as the recovered Riruka commanded that she do.
            But despite her distress, Meninas’s expression did not change as she looked to the Squad Zero Guard of the North. “You all keep underestimating me. It’s really annoying.” And visibly, it was apparent, her struggle against Senjumaru’s craftsmanship. She was trying to bloat her muscle – all of them – and break free. However, it was quickly apparent that it was all wasted effort.
            “Did I not just say that my attention to detail is impeccable? Silly Quincy.” Senjumaru waved a finger in her face in reproach. “I tailored those cuffs knowing who you are, granted the Schrift P. But… even if you were siphoning the additional boost from your King, you would not break those threads so easily. They are made to make cloth for the Soul King. Did you think we’d use anything less than the best in the Royal Palace?”
            Interrupting this standoff with flagrant disregard, Riruka stormed by the Spider-Hag and snatched her dress out of Meninas’s possession. “I said don’t let it drag on the floor!” And she hastened its return to Closet-san, though not before dusting at its hem, as if the cleaners of the Royal Palace allowed even a speck of dust to remain for more than a minute.
            “You’re putting it back in there? Such a shame~”
            Closing the doors together for her wardrobe, Riruka wheeled on the droning Quincy. “What do you mean it’s a shame?! That’s where it was, and that’s where it belongs! Stu~pid! Closet-san is starving when he doesn’t have a full stomach!”
            Meninas sure didn’t look like she was up for a debate, and Orihime hoped to calm the raging ponytailed wife down with logic… and maybe point out that there was a smell of one of Kirio-san’s amazing meals drifting up from down the hall. Her own stomach was beckoning louder than Closet-san’s, though her appetite would be much better if Ichigo-kun were not missing.
            “Dresses like those,” Meninas pointed out for Riruka’s benefit, “should be worn more in a palace. I saw a lot of cute ones…”
            Riruka tensed abruptly, her posture straight and tall, her ears tingling. Another blush was starting to settle in.
            “… that would look good for a princess or a queen.” But then Meninas dropped her tone and her eyes. “If only this place didn’t look so bland and dreary…”
            “That’s what I think!” Riruka blurted out excitedly before she could help herself. And when she realized her mistake and the lasting grin on her face, she reeled back into her senses and her attitude of not caring with a faux cough. “I mean…” She crossed her arms and gave a snubbish look at their surroundings, only livened up by her own effects. “This place could do with a makeover. The staff here is really lax… Yeow!” She jumped several feet in the air, grabbing at her butt, once again targeted by Senjumaru’s reprimanding needle.
            “How clumsy of me,” jibed the multi-armed Captain, halfheartedly hiding her smile behind the offending hand. “I can normally fix a seam without detection.”
            “Liar!” shrieked Riruka, still guarding and rubbing her stung bottom with her hands. “I’m telling Ichigo when he gets back!”
            “Oh?” Senjumaru let slip an extra-sly smile. “Do you think he’ll punish me in private?”
            The question baffled Riruka for just a moment before it dawned on her and she exploded in jealous rage, flinging her arms out and kicking at the air in her wild tantrum. “I’ll make him spank you in front of me!!”
            She really did have outrageous outbursts, and Senjumaru had lots of fun with it. “Then I look forward to it.”
            “Argh! You freak! I’m telling him! He has a pervert wife! Per~vert~!”
            The back and forth went on with Orihime and Meninas as hapless bystanders until a larger group showed up at the door. Ichibe sauntered quite casually for someone who was on a mission to find a missing Quincy, and behind him was Liltotto – now eating a bowl of ice cream – and Giselle, who was dragging an indignant Candice along by her bondage. “Well now! What luck! You found the missing Quincy! Very good work, Orihime-san!”
            “I found her! And my name is Riruka!” Riruka stomped her foot several times, so frustrated by these Squad Zero buffoons.
            “Ah, yes…” Ichibe stroked his beard in thought, and then addressed the Quincy. “Meninas McAllon…”
            “How is it so easy for you to remember her name?!”
            “I’m glad we found and detained you before you got hurt. It would be a shame if you had to be sent back to the Kirinden so soon after your recovery. Thankfully, we have shown great restraint.” He nodded to Senjumaru’s cuffs. “Those will not be as easy to break as binding from a swordsmith. His talents are to cut, not to catch. So now we have you here, and hopefully, you’ll be willing to listen when you’ve calmed down.”
            “I am calm,” Meninas told him truthfully. And though she was somewhat stooped by the tension of her woven shackles, she did not seem put off or angry. “The fight earlier was because of Candi and Bambi. I really don’t care to make a fuss.”
            “Lies~” sang Giselle, aloofly. “You break down walls when someone is taking too long in the toilet~”
            “Or eating too loud,” added Liltotto before jamming another heavy spoonful of ice cream in her mouth.
            But Meninas ignored their commentary and said, “Candi and Bambi always act dumb when they’re angry or horny…”
            “What’d you just say about me, Meni, you bitch!!” Candice floundered and kicked fruitlessly, only succeeding in toppling herself and faceplanting on the ground with her ass up in the air.
            “I just went along with it because I thought we’d get away,” Meninas continued. “But since it didn’t work…” She straightened up as much as she could, the cords creaking from the strain of trying to keep her slouched. “I’ll be Kurosaki Ichigo’s wife.” And as the gravity of that statement dropped on Riruka and Orihime – the former more than the latter – she tagged as an afterthought, “Even if he was kind of annoying.”
            “Wonderful!” said Ichibe with his great, big arms stretching out to his sides. “I am glad that is decided now! The others seemed so abject to it that I was starting to lose hope that Ichigo-san would favor any of you.”
            “What’s that supposed to mean?!” roared Candice, turning her face and trying to sit back up, though Giselle was having a blast tipping her back over with the toe of her shoe.
            “We must tell them to relay the good news, that he will have his Quincy bride when he comes home!” Ichibe cupped a hand next to his mouth and bellowed for Oh-Etsu, who appeared skidding sideways on his snazzy sneakers, doing the Dab pose for a good, sudden entry. “Please tell her to give Ichigo-san the news.” He swung his arm out in presentation of the tall, buxom Meninas McAllon standing in the center of the room. “She will be Meninas McAllon.”
            “Aha! Sweet choice, chan-Ichi! But, uh…” Oh-Etsu dipped his head, barely looking at Ichibe over the rim of his glasses and said, “Mera-chan has already gone to fetch him.”
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It’s no lie when I say reviews are the best nourishment for this story. With all my projects, it’s sometimes hard to get to this one, but I had a moment’s inspiration to get through this interim chapter to get to the end of the Quincy Bride arc.
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