#its like GO RENJI even if I know he's unfortunately not the one up at the end lmao
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How Nobility Works
The reader and Renji are very platonic Whilst the reader and Byakuya are the Romantic interests of each other
It's mostly a Reader x Renji thing in terms of comfort and understanding. Byakuya is mentioned.
Heavy amounts of Renji x Rukia
Mostly angsty.
Happy ending? No, I'd say A realistic one, unfortunately.
Wordcount: 2549
How nobility works
"I don't understand, " (f/n) said with puzzlement that was evident on her face.
She'd seen the latest interactions between Renji and Rukia and had noticed something.
- Something that didn't quite make sense.
As of late, Reji had been distant with the dark-haired female, and if he wasn't distant he was brisk, almost cold, and callous.
And (f/n) couldn't understand why.
She wouldn't understand why Renji had suddenly had such a drastic change.
"Renji...but I thought you-"
Her sentence fell short when he interrupted her, well aware of what she was going o say, and choosing to put an end to it quickly.
“- She's a Kuchiki now," he said flatly, as though that was all the answer she needed.
"- things change,” Renji added just as dismally, at the same time looking up at the azure sky with a lamenting gaze that he couldn't help but put execute.
At the moment It looked empty and lonely, and as he studied it more he could almost swear the atmosphere had melted along with his own sediments because it looked almost looked as miserable as he felt.
“- We are no longer in the same class,” he spoke, his stare still glued to that gloomy, blue emptiness high above him.
He’d told her that line so many times before that he sounded like a broken record player this time around.
He was stuck on the same tune and It caused a heavy heave to come from her as she could feel her own heart begin to grow sorrowful as he spoke because there was a change to him.
Before he was just spiteful, angered, but full of challenge.
Now, he was crestfallen, defeated.
Despite the bit of her that dared to give his own defeat validation, she stubbornly shook her head, unable to take that poor excuse wholeheartedly.
She just couldn't accept it.
Because he loves Rukia, doesn't he?
Wasn't that what mattered most?
Wasn't that what should matter most?
A greater part of her told her it was wrong for him to just give in, and It was a much stronger force than her that wouldn't allow him to just walk away.
” no, no, no," she mumbled while shaking her head vigorously, " So what if she’s a Kuchiki!?" she suddenly exclaimed her arms shooting up in exasperation.
" That's not how love works!” she argued before reaching towards his retreating form, gripping his arm tightly with her trembling hand.
She'd become shaken, almost as frail as a brittle leaf.
At the action, he stopped walking, instead, taking a moment to look down at her with a low-spirited gaze, one that made it seem as though his very soul had been drained out of him, leaving nothing behind but a hollow husk.
The words he spoke carved a deep crater in her heart and caused a pain almost unbearable to withstand, and even more difficult to just swallow down without rebuttal.
As for him, there was a part of him that admired the way she stood in defiance. The manner in which she glared up at him with hardened eyes showed a resilience he wish he still had.
However, in spite of his admiration, he couldn't shake the reality that the way she spoke about love was childish, and inexperienced, all to a point that it was nearly comical.
She was so passionate in that logic, and while It was so pure and undoubtedly sweet, it was simply delusional.
Evidently, she didn't know the true works of reality, all she knew was what her heart told her, What it lead her to.
Admittedly, at one point he had been that way too, determined and fiery when it came to his growing affections and Rukia Kuchiki entirely.
But he soon learned the harsh reality.
He learned his place.
A graceful smile made its way onto his face as he looked at her crestfallen expression with his own misery on display.
He caught sight of the heavy-hearted look in her sweet (e/c) colored eyes, and he couldn't help feeling it in his chest, feeling the soft gentleness for her, especially when she stared up at him like that.
- As though she begged him to join her, to fight for something greater than him and them both.
And he hated it.
He truly hated the way her eyes shone with such a melancholic glow, with such a hint of sadness and heartbrokenness directed at him.
- As though he held the power to either repairing or breaking her heart.
He beat himself up for being the one to ruin her delusions in such a callous manner, like some sadistic varmint.
-But it had to be done.
She had to know now because it would make the blow much easier.
She'd still fall, but the impact would lessen.
She'd survive, just like he did.
- With regrets, but she'd live.
“ Maybe not,” he said softly, tenderness resided in his dark orbs as he looked at her, locking his eyes onto hers as a way to further connect.
At his words there was a liveliness that began to shine in her eyes, it conveyed the hope flickering within her, But it was instantly dulled down when he spoke again, this time with the untold truth she needed to hear.
The silent, yet existing truth she needed to know and understand once and for all.
“Maybe that’s not how love works, but that's how nobility works,” he added, watching her face fall into question.
“Nobility? “ she asked him with confusion, furrowing her brows, and of course, he mused that it made sense for their conversation not to end there.
She couldn't fathom as to what nobility had to do with two people being in love.
At her look of question, he shook his head, a small, very light smile stretching his lips when he realized just how chaste she felt the feelings of love were.
He now understood the nativity of her persuasion, but it didn't make his own pain diminish in the least bit.
- Somehow, it hurt more.
“ (f/n)," he stated lowly, the softness in his tone all for her.
"In nobility, you stay in your classes, and you only go higher." he started.
" Rukia now far beyond my reach... which is high up there,” he gestured with his hand, reaching it as high as he could.
he reached above him as far as he could stretch, his palm aimed to the sky.
“ It's not down here,” he mumbled before trailing his eyes down, by then staring at the ground, knowing he was just a bug to step on for any Kuchiki, Rukia included.
“ not down here where I am, not here where I will stay...” he added softly, and he detested how he could hear the tremor in his own voice.
He was so close to tears he had to close his eyes for just a moment, all to collect himself.
Holding a tight bite to his lower lip, he somehow held it all in.
“To be quite honest,” he started, “ this whole time I've been trying to reach up to her, to where she now sits like a princess, but even if I ever do reach that place… the truth is I will never be to the standards of the Kuchiki,” he said honestly, releasing a shaky sigh.
"They would never accept me, and her life would be lived in humiliation and shunning because of me," He spoke, reminding himself why he had to do what he did.
'Even if Rukia and I...' He inwardly started unable to even finish because he didn't want to fool his heart into thinking there was even a small opening for him.
- because against better reasoning, he'd dive into it and he'd risk it all.
" I would never want to hurt her," he finally admitted.
the redhead’s chocolate eyes were dimmed as he looked at his calloused hands with a judgmental gaze that harbored spite.
His hands weren't the hands of an aristocratic.
They weren't the ones destined to hold a princess’s own.
They weren't worthy to ever ask for hers.
Something inside her just snapped, making her grind her teeth in agitation, tightening her fists into shaking balls.
“Damn it Renji! ” gritted the other shinigami, feeling a terrible sting in her eyes.
“ Don’t say that, don't you ever repeat that again!” she threatened.
Her eyes looked down at her white geta and straw sandals, the sight of them becoming hazier as the seconds passed.
“Just...just shut up!!” she cried out, all while on the verge of tears.
“Things like that shouldn't matter! “ she burst out before lifting her eyes up to him, the fierce (e/c) colored orbs overwhelmed with tears.
“You cannot control who you fall in love with! It shouldn't be forbidden for two people who love each other to turn away just because some stupid, made up rules say so! If I've learned anything it's that the rules can be broken, they can bend!” she spoke with the hope buried inside her soft heart.
“ ...if only ...if only you're willing to try,” she added with a little sniffle and delicate smile that was so easy to break, he knew he'd do so easily.
It hurt him… it hurt him so much to see her like that. It hurt him not to be able to mend the brokenness of her heart.
But furthermore, he could see his own reflection in her glossy (e/c) colored eyes and he looked pathetic, like some poor dog on the road.
She was a sensible thing, undoubtedly moved by him and his confessions.
If there was anyone he could say that was sweet through and through, it was (f/n).
Despite that, he wouldn't say that was her only reason for crying.
It wasn't that she just felt bad for him.
He knew the true reason for her distress.
He knew why her eyes shone with unshed tears that were so close to spilling that it was only a matter of seconds.
He understood well why she stared up at him with that wretched expression plastered onto her face that on any other day would hold content.
He was taking it forcibly from her, slowly stripping her of her hope and heart.
Her heart was heavy for another man, for someone unreachable to her, as Rukia was to him.
She never spoke of it, but what words were needed when he could see the brightness in her eyes as he addressed her?
He'd observed the intake of breath she'd force as she watched him, mystified by every step of his.
She wore her heart on her sleeve.
It wasn't just admiration… it was love.
It was her own forbidden love.
She could deny it all she wanted but it was just that.
- Love for a man she should have never dared to lay her eyes on.
“I have a question (f/n), “ he said suddenly, making her stare up at him with expectancy, waiting for what he wanted to know.
He took a soft breath, almost hesitant to say the words, knowing they would hurt her, knowing what pain it’d bring to her already crumbling will.
Looking straight at him, she caught him gazing at her with a questionable expression she couldn't quite place.
Sadness, pain, as well as obvious guilt and hesitance lingered, and it made her nervous...anxious.
“Renji..?” she said almost inaudibly, looking at him in unease as he simply stared at her with silence.
“(f/n)..." he then began. " Are you just trying to convince yourself? “ he said with a sympathetic look.
“What are you talking about? “ she questioned him quietly, peeling her eyes away from him and running her hands over her forearms. A cold sweat peered down her temple and she swallowed down thickly.
The question alone made goosebumps riddle her flesh, and as she feigned foolishness, she knew what was to come.
She knew exactly what he was referring to, exactly what he was going to say.
He never before had dared to speak of it, and she had believed if she would pretend the feeling didn't exist, it would just go away or at least stay ignored until it slowly died out.
“ (f/n),” he said softly, placing a hand on her wet cheek, the smile he wore so tender it was almost impossible to counter it with anything but the truth.
Stray tears rolled down her cheeks and she felt like a complete idiot for breaking down at the simple question.
She felt stupid for not realizing that even before he'd asked, she was already crying, already prepared for the blow.
She felt like the biggest moron in the world for sitting there with such ridiculous ideologies, trying to convince him of her own.
“You know even if he does feel anything for you... he won't act,” Renji said quietly, feeling his heart clench.
"He would never..." he let her know.
He wouldn't tell her that he'd started to realize how much their captain looks at her, or that his expression is lighter when she's near, the tension that knits between his brows diminishing in such a subtle way that it was almost unnoticeable.
He would never reveal to her that he feels it in his heart that Byakuya Kuchiki felt something deep for her, something that should and would remain unspoken of.
Because he knew.
He knew that if anyone would go against that love, it'd be the very man himself.
“It’s not fair...” she mumbled, choking on her own cries, one of her hands hastily clamped over her mouth, silencing any more pathetic sounds that threatened to be released.
And she withered, her form becoming smaller.
With a strong arm pulling her close, he pressed her to himself and smiled bitterly.
Her face was pressed against him and as she made contact, she latched onto him, her hands fisting the black fabric of his uniform, needing the comfort.
“I know (f/n),” he said in a whisper, he knew too well.
As her body shook in heavy trembles, he closed his eyes tightly, holding back anything that dared escape him.
‘ I'm such an asshole.’ he thought bitterly, hearing her muffled cries practically echoing in his ears much louder than they were in reality.
The tremble of her small body raked over his entire body, and he hated it.
He hated it so much.
He truly hated the way her eyes shone with that miserable look that reflected a pain he could never heal, but only contribute to.
He despised the fact that she had fallen in love with the wrong person…
just like he had.
Somewhere in the Seireitei, the Kuchiki head walked along a walkway that was decorated by the pink petaled residue that had been gently carried off from the fragrant trees which decorated the 6th division.
Seemingly, he did nothing, but that was an ignorant statement.
At every moment and breath, he lived under duties he would not break, even if in his chest, his heart ached.
Because that was just how nobility worked.
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Dear Polynya, First of all, your work is brilliant and delightful and has been bringing me joy during a rough and lonely time. For Rukia's birthday, if you feel so inclined I would absolutely LOVE to hear about Rukia and Ukitake being "upper management badasses" (fic or meta). You maybe tweeted about this? and now I'm so curious ... what is their office banter like? Are they efficiently chaotic or chaotically efficient? Thirteenth's workplace dynamic is mysterious and fascinating. Thank you!!
Thank you! I am sorry you've been having a rough time-- a lot of us have, I think and I hate this for all of us-- but I am happy if I was able to bring even a little bit of joy into your life.
Let's talk about Squad 13! (unfortunately, I didn't have any great story ideas, so here's some meta)
I think that preponderance of paperwork is a relatively recent development in the Gotei. It's not that Juushirou is... disorganized or anything but he just doesn't prioritize it. He makes sure the critical things get done, but he doesn't sweat the small stuff.
Juushirou also likes his officers to have a good work-life balance! The life of a patrol officer can grueling, so he likes to be flexible about desk hours to make up for it.
Sometimes, Juushirou can be... too... understanding.
Kaien was also a big fan of "just doing the important paperwork"
As a result, by the time Rukia comes on board, the level of entropy in the office is high.
It's not that Rukia likes doing paperwork, either, but she likes when things work well.
The first thing she does is survey the other lieutenants as to what administrative tasks really need to get done. She's aiming for a good middle ground, somewhere between what Captain Hitsugaya wants done and what Matsumoto actually does. Renji and Nanao turn out to be really good resources here (even though both of them do about three times more paperwork than Rukia considers optimal).
Rukia is extremely good at delegating (i.e. bullying people into doing what she tells them to).
Juushirou has definitely seen her put Sentarou in a headlock, but he pretends like he hasn't and glowingly extols Rukia's people skills at every opportunity.
Juushirou and Rukia probably have the most normal relationship of any captain-lieutenant pair in the Gotei. Momo and Shinji are second runners up and that says something.
At the captain-lieutenant annual retreat, they had a very bad showing at the three-legged race, but they built the tallest tower out of marshmallows and dry spaghetti (Kurotsuchi was McPissed) and they killed it at karaoke
Juushirou and Rukia have top tier communication habits. They have an extended tea and snack break most afternoons where they talk out everything that's going on in the squad. They disagree on a lot, but they are very good at talking it out.
Rukia thinks it’s important for Squad 13 to represent itself well at intra-Gotei activities (e.g. the futsal league). She feels this is good for morale and its important for them to be respected by other squads (and it's certainly not because she is an incredibly competitive person). Juushirou loves this for them, and will show up to the sidelines with banners and a giant foam finger one of his patrol officers brought back from the World of the Living.
The one thing Juushirou does not slack on is documenting lore.
Many people in the Gotei feel like it's the Twelfth's job to know how stuff works, but sometimes the R&D mindset tends to gloss over the more spiritual and metaphoric stuff, despite the fact that they live in a mystical realm that is "more than you have dreamt of in your philosophy, Horatio," etc etc.
Juushirou has kept detailed work diaries for his entire career, describing the Absolutely Wild Stuff he's seen. He's a guy who thinks in patterns, who knows how stuff works on what seems like an instinctual level, but it’s just that he has a vast amount of experience and takes the care to reflect and synthesize.
Modern kidou, as practiced in the Gotei, focuses nearly entirely on the standard set of hadou and bakudou, and leaves the weird stuff to the Kidou Corps. It's...useful, however, to have some of this capability within the Court Guards, which is to say that Juushirou and Shunsui know how to do a lot of elaborate, arcane shit using old forgotten methods.
Shunsui has low-key been teaching Nanao this stuff for a few years now, and Juushirou decides to do the same with Rukia, as well as telling her a lot of his old stories, and just generally brain-dumping to her and teaching her how to look up stuff in his diaries.
Kaien would have been a great captain, but he would been more like Isshin-- honorable, action-oriented, straightforward.
Rukia is, of course, her own person, but in many ways, she is much more Juushirou’s student.
#rukia kuchiki#jushiro ukitake#squad 13#happy birthday rukia!#the other reason i didn't write a fanfic#is the stuff about doing obscure kidou already showed up in Ch9 of Call Me Back
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Rukia’s Feelings
Let's discuss feelings in Bleach because there's a lot of double standards here and it hurts me to watch people think they've "debunked" arguments but they only told a vague fairy tale. That's why I'm saying that Rukia had fallen in love earlier than you think. In fact I would even say that she fell in love before Orihime. Orihime may have had a crush on Ichigo first, but she never said “love” until the arrancar saga.
Rukia fell in love first. In fact there's textual evidence for this. We all know this iconic scene. Kubo was never into romantic tales, however he wouldn't pull this BS out of his ass for shits and giggles. He's not that kind of writer. Every scene has purpose! Stop the disrespect!
This scene isn't meant for fanservice. It's meant for setting up motive. Why does Rukia want to leave?
Before I answer that. Ladies and Gentlemen, this is what literary analysis calls DRAMATIC IRONY. In which the audience knows something that characters might not know. For example like when we know Isshin is a Shinigami, but Ichigo doesn't know. We know Rukia's true feelings but Ichigo and other people don't because they obviously can't read her inner monologue. Ichigo can't read her motives until her tears tell him the truth. Now to answer the original question above. She left because she was afraid that if she stayed any longer in the living world, her already developing feelings would make it harder to leave later on. She needed to get out of Ichigo's proximity so that her attachment can't be used as leverage or puts him in danger. After all it was her emotional attachment to Kaien that allows her to identify every emotion that she's feeling at this moment in the story. She doesn't want to bring Ichigo the same demise as Kaien. It's because of her emotions that Kaien's death hit her so hard. Without emotions and that attachment to Kaien, it would have been just another death in the Soul Society. Why is this important? Because Rukia's trying to learn from her past. Ichigo's stubbornness messes up her plan, but it's also what ends up saving them in the long term. She runs away with the hope of forgetting all of her experiences with Ichigo. Ichigo did the same thing Kaien did with Rukia in the 13th division. Ichigo didn't make her feel alone or like an outcast. They both treated her the way she always hoped people would treat her. With respect, and as an equal. She never wanted to be put down nor be put on a pedestal because of her last name. Or because of her rank. But everyone did, even her future husband. The only two people who canonically didn’t was Ichigo and his cousin. Rukia just has a weak side for men like that. Rukia has a type unlike Orihime. We know why she loves Ichigo, but there's no clear reason as to why Orihime does. It's very broad, and not narrowed down to a specific reason. Which makes her crush easy to attack with no actual solid defense. I can tell you EXACTLY where Ichigo and Rukia's relationship changed from salty coworkers to immediately more than friends. I've reread Bleach multiple time, and have yet to see the exact moment where Ichigo and Orihime's feelings change. Most of it looks like it's offscreen.
Just so no one gets confused. I'm referring to this scene. This was where Ichigo and Rukia's relationship could never go back to being coworkers and friends.
Anyways, people like to argue that Orihime is the one that likes him so she is guaranteed that "happy" ending. I call BS because Nel and Riruka had just as much infatuation with our protagonist, but all I see is them getting the short end of the stick. Orihime IS NOT SPECIAL. But Rukia IS special. This woman "COINCIDENTALLY" has a paralleled past to our protagonist. She "COINCIDENTALLY" spent Ichigo's entire past arc as his only form of foundation and support. And she "COINCIDENTALLY" is the one to be asked about HER feelings because she's not as open about her emotions, since she's a SHINIGAMI. Shinigami have LITERALLY been taught to not be emotional. Duty before love. Rukia's characterization and occupation don’t allow her to confess straight up. Orihime has the privilege of no limitations. Rukia isn't as lucky! Why the hell would Kubo emphasize this so much for it be a fecking dead end?!
But that's why Rukia's confession is in the form of denial. Because in order to keep her IN CHARACTER, Kubo needs to write a confession that sounds like Rukia. He must emphasize how strong her feelings are. They are so strong that they overcome her usual stoicism, sternness.
Byakuya himself knew that Rukia only showed this much emotion towards Kaien. That's why he concluded that there's something special about Ichigo. He has identified the pattern.
All of this had purpose. I refuse to believe it was all for nothing. This scene was a confession, and just a sad reminder that unfortunately Ichigo and Rukia's ending was always on a tight rope. He put too much effort into their relationship. He put a freakish amount of effort into their relationship. And honestly this makes the story make more sense, in my opinion. Think about it like this. If Rukia was not in love in this scene then it wouldn’t be as memorable in the Ichiruki fandom. And Rukia would be a completely different character. By Rukia already having feelings they stimulate Ichigo into finding out his own feelings (which is in the Lost Agent Arc). And it makes sense because Rukia might fall easier, but she’s more passive when it comes to answering to her desires. Just look back at her past with Kaien, and her reaction towards his wife. She’s not the type to pursue feelings. But Ichigo is more aggressive than her. But he’s more dense as well. Ichigo is the type to initiate the relationship, but he has to be aware of it. How can you be aware of it if your dense? I mean the fact that Ichigo is dense about Orihime’s blatant feelings can’t be a coincidence. For me, it almost seems like Ichigo is dense, not because he’s not meant to see Orihime’s feelings, but because it makes it harder for him to identify his own feelings for a certain person (personally I thought and still think that it’s supposed to be Rukia). It delays endgames, and allows for more satisfying development. However, this could just be my optimism speaking, but I don't think Kubo is stupid. But that time frame for TYBW was ridiculous and I truly believe it was a factor in their final decisions. But I might be blinded by my optimism. Well anyway, this was another piece of analysis. Just want to call out some hypocrites. I'm right now putting on the table that Rukia arguably has just as much feelings for Ichigo. So the argument that Orihime is "obligated" to Ichigo's love is too vague. It's a horrible argument, but I'm always open to discussion. Respectfully of course. But then again this is social media so...
My next analysis is probably going to be on this gorgeous scene. I'm just going to explain its significance and what makes it an irrefutable Ichigo and Rukia moment. Please look forward to that! Thank you to everyone that read this far. Have a wonderful day!
Also no hate on Renji and Orihime. I know Renji thought he had good intentions, but if he's so special then he should have been able to fix it before 40 years of no interactions. And Orihime is a sweetie, but her unrealistic look on life is just too polar to my look on life. I'm a realist. I can't get behind that especially when she basically gets everything handed to her without much consequence. Reality would have hit normal women in the face if they were in Orihime's position. To me that's not a good message to teach to anyone.
Anyway thanks for reading! Love y’all!
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I love it when fights make me hype even when I fully know the outcome of it
#its like GO RENJI even if I know he's unfortunately not the one up at the end lmao#but still!!!!! Byakuya acting l ike tough shit and then he still gets on his knee :3c made you eat those particular words didnt he#anime#ep052
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I would kill for some awkward sex headcanons with your faves. Who has trouble getting it up? Who applies the condom on wrong? Who yells out the wrong name in the heat of things? Also, who cums in your eye and y’all have to come knocking on 4th division, blinded as you are by the wet ass money shot 👁👁
I can not express how much I fucking love this ask. Here are your unfortunately spicy takes below. @tater-tati come get your juice. please don’t get it in your eye. <3
Features: smut. not the fun kind but the funny kind. sometimes the sad kind.
Who has trouble getting it up?
1. As Nodt. Not only is he scared of death, but of ‘the little death’. He fucks like its the last thing he’s gonna do and will probably not have the courage to go all the way anyhow. RIP to anyone who wants to get nutted in. Your man gets soft the moment you ask him to cum.
2. Mayuri Kurotsuchi. It is truly painful how much this man wants to be above sex. He takes anti-depressants just to flaccid and Logical when you won’t leave him in peace. He’d be first place, but he refuses to permanently fuck with his huge wrinkly brain (tm).
3. Jushiro Ukitake. Poor guy just gets really worn out some days and either can’t start or fizzles out before he can finish. Just reassure him it’s fine and allow him to finish through with his fingers and mouth so he can salvage his dignity and it should be alright.
4. Ulquiorra Cifer. It’s not something with a firm explanation or cause. Sometimes he just can’t keep in the moment or the bodily feelings he has will just...leave. There’s really no tell or situation that keeps these bouts of numbness from happening, so sex can be a real roll of the dice. He’ll shrug it off and continue on without his third leg (wing?) though.
5. Ryuken Ishida. He’s become very adept at shoving the majority of bad thoughts and feelings down with keeping his mind on work. Unfortunately, this means sex can be a struggle when visualizing how busy he is gets in the way of visualizing you on top of him. Isn’t usually a problem since sexual escapades with him don’t usually involve his dick. (Kink master works around emotional and bodily problems: more at 5.)
Who applies the condom on wrong?
1. Byakuya Kuchiki. He isn’t ignorant about sex per se, just the particulars of casual sex, since he was groomed to be a squeaky clean figurehead. And you can’t really produce an heir while using a condom, can you? He doesn’t even know to where begin. He takes the unopened condom with absolute confidence despite his ignorance and pointedly does not look at you when you fix his handy work, which is so heinous you have to use another one. (He fucking bunched the extra latex at the base for some reason, leaving the head of dick no breathing room and it ripped.)
2. Keigo Asano. He’s just extremely nervous and keeps putting it on too quick, catching it with his nails, and ripping it each time. He makes a joke about how his cock is just ‘sort of a monster hahaha’, but he is getting sweatier and more desperate and oh no, oh no, he is getting soft.
3. Gin Ichimaru. Absolutely is on purpose. He knows how to put on a condom thanks to being forcibly detained by Unohana and given a menacing demonstration on a banana after pressuring a 4th division woman to fuck raw. Purely scumbag tactics.
4. Riruka Dokugamine. What, like she’s supposed to know? What’s she supposed to do? Watch porn or something? Disgusting. Learn how to do it yourself. She screams into her pillow later because she absolutely googled how to put on a condom and just fucked it up.
5. Like, every Arrancar. Szayelaporro is the only exception. Ulquiorra commits to learning after the first fumble. Grimmjow doubles down and insists its fucking dumb in the first place. Luppi refuses to wear one unless it’s an appealing color and probably flavored. Nnoitra hates it on principle--its like you’re trying to oppress his dick or something?? Harribel says--with a completely straight face--that the pull out method will be fine.
Who yells out the wrong name in the heat of things?
1. Momo Hinamori. She apologizes the moment she realizes and is fucking horrified. Really, she has no feelings for [redacted] anymore. She doesn’t know what happened. If she could, she’d go into witness protection.
2. Shunsui Kyoraku. Especially if you’re not romancing something heavy and are a one night stand. He tries to laugh it off, rubbing the back of neck and shrugging like it’s a ‘what can you do?’ moment. If you are romantically involved he will get drunk and depressed about it later on--just another reason he doesn’t deserve you.
3. Shuhei Hisagi. He might be thinking about the Seireitei Bulletin or about that party later tonight that you were both invited to and blurt out a name. Like, ‘holy shit titstitstitstits also the captain invited me to drinks later holy FUCK wow that feels soooo good -chan you fucking goddess fuckfuck oh right Captain--’, kind of train of thought. He boards the apology train and makes all the stops--flowers, heartfelt words, physical affection, an alright song cover with his guitar.
4. Uryu Ishida. In his defense, you were roleplaying and he simply called out your character’s name. This will happen a lot. It’s pretty hot, actually.
5. Isshin Kurosaki. It doesn’t happen a lot but sometimes he calls out his first wife’s name and it’s just something you have to live with. Just sad and unfunny and horrifying.
Who sends you to the 4th division via indecent blinding?
1. Renji Abarai. King of awkward good intentions, he leads your blind ass to the 4th division and waits by your side like a puppy waiting for punishment. He just gets really excited and forgot aiming was important. You insist it wasn’t as bad as the time he shot his load up your nose, though.
2. Akon. In his defense, you were playing with VR headsets and he shot his load in good faith while getting an imaginary face full of 3D anime waifu titties. He can’t imagine taking this to his captain and rushes you to the 4th division before anyone in the 12th can spot him.
3. Nanao Ise. She holds a lot of stress, so when she lets go, the result is usually a ridiculous amount of squirting. She leads you down deserted streets and disappears when anyone shows up, leaving you standing while blinded for like minutes at a time. She would rather die than have her peers find out and leaves you at the 4th division the moment they’ve written you down for intake.
4. Rangiku Matsumoto. She really likes to ride your face and it is simply not her fault that you aid and abet her. Of course if you’re going to play slip’n’slide so often, something is bound to go wrong. She leads you down to the 4th and if she sees someone she knows she’ll call out like ‘haha, guess what?’. It is the second time this month.
5. Shukuro Tsukishima + Gin Ichimaru. They didn’t do it on accident. Gin probably did it out of boredom, just to see you squirm and try to make your way to the 4th with him assisting....barely. Shukuro does it because you tried to tease him about his cooking or something and this is revenge. Have fun finding your way to the 4th by your own power.
#smut#bleach headcanons#this was so fucking funny to do#some of these were immediate fill ins#thats how confident i was#mars speaks#tater-tati
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Another byaren fanfiction I found
Joy (joyinthedance)
2006-06-11 23:42:00
Title: “Captain Material”
Characters: Byakuya x Renji
Rating: NC-17, maybe.
Word Count: 2490
Warnings: Spoilers through end of Soul Society arc, and oh yeah, yaoi.
Disclaimer: If these guys were my property, I’d be happy for life. ^_^
Summary: This is just my take on how the definition of hotness (aka ByaRen) began.
Damn that Kurosaki Ichigo! Thanks to the boy’s interruption that day in the healing ward, Abarai Renji had never told his captain the really cool line that had been on the tip of his tongue. Afterwards, he had chickened out and made up some throwaway comment, because really, it didn’t sound that cool. It sounded pathetic. Pathetic to think that a street rat from Rugonkai could so much as lay a finger on the Kuchiki heir without throwing off the balance of the universe, much less confess the fact that his long obsession with surpassing his captain was more than mere rivalry. Renji was certainly competitive, but this passion went deeper than a drive to be the best, deeper even than the desire to show the frustratingly snobby noble that class did not determine ability. He had never realized what his feelings meant until Rukia’s rescue, but now it was impossible for him to deny them. However bitterly, however hopelessly, it was true: Renji was in love with Kuchiki Byakuya.
* * *
The Sixth Division captain was seated at his desk, facing a tidy but daunting stack of paperwork. Business had just begun to return to normal after the chaos surrounding the Aizen debacle, and the serious injuries both he and his lieutenant had suffered only compounded the problem. Being behind drove Byakuya crazy, but it wasn’t just his work that was bothering him. Somehow, something else felt unfinished, but what that was exactly was dangling just out of reach of his consciousness. He tried to concentrate, but his pen slipped and spattered ink across the page. With a silent curse he crumpled the paper and cast it into the empty wastebasket he seldom had the need for. He closed his eyes, trying to relax his furrowed brow and cleanse his mind of thoughts, but it was feelings, not thoughts, that were distracting him. He should have been able to suppress the beginnings of emotion before they even registered, but he found he could not. They bubbled up to mar the calm surface of the clear pool of his inner world, forming an image out of recent memory: Abarai Renji, his fiery hair pooling about his body like the blood he lay in, eyes fierce with a resolve unbroken by defeat. Again Byakuya felt the sensation grip him, a profound and conflicted intermingling of feelings, some of which he barely recognized as belonging to him…
“Taichou!” a familiar voice barked, and Byakuya’s eyes snapped wide open. Renji took a step back; it threw him off to see the usually imperturbable man appear so startled, almost embarrassed. Before the lieutenant could let out his breath, however, Byakuya had composed himself completely.
“Renji.” There was something unusual about the captain’s tone, but Renji couldn’t put his finger on it.
“I just thought I’d bring you some – ” Renji was struck suddenly by the way the moonlight illuminated the sleek black hair and the gleaming kenseikan that bound it. In that moment Byakuya seemed to be composed entirely of soft light and stark shadows…such ethereal beauty disarmed him.
“—uh, tea.” Renji finished, flustered. He quickly set the cup down on the desk, hoping the captain couldn’t detect the slight trembling of his hand that almost made the steaming liquid slosh over the rim and onto Byakuya’s meticulous work.
Byakuya’s face didn’t change, but he took the drink gingerly and immediately took a long sip. He was exhausted, Renji realized. Only with the recent chain of events had he begun to understand the burden that the older man carried and the strain he hid behind his aloof countenance.
“Thank you,” Byakuya said, setting the cup down and once again taking up his pen. It was a signal for his subordinate to leave, but Renji lingered.
“It’s late, Taichou. I was wonderin’ how long you were plannin’ to work tonight. I know you don’t wanna, but you need rest. You still haven’t completely recovered from your wounds.”
Byakuya raised one eyebrow as if to say that he had more than recovered, thank you, and that Renji should speak for himself.
Renji looked away. “Well I’m gonna head off to bed.”
Byakuya took another silent sip of his tea, but he didn’t take his eyes off the lieutenant. “Goodnight, Renji.”
Dammit! Renji thought as he closed the door behind him. Why does he always have to make things so damn awkward? They had never exactly been friends, but now that they had faced each other as enemies, a fog of unresolved tension had settled over their every interaction. Renji had grown accustomed long ago to the icy glares and disdainful words, but this was different. He couldn’t tell how Byakuya’s estimation of him had changed, or if it even had. Though Byakuya had ultimately come around to Renji’s point of view, the fact remained that the lieutenant had defied his captain and misjudged his character. Now that he understood Byakuya’s motivations better, Renji felt slightly ashamed of his rash actions. Not that he had done the wrong thing, he was sure of that, but he wondered whether he had done it the wrong way. Had he heard an extra helping of condescension in the noble’s voice as he pronounced his name? Or…could it possibly have been a trace of tenderness?
No, no, no! Renji thought. I can’t kid myself like that. Facing out from the balcony, he looked down at the lamplit streets of the Seireitei below him, and beyond that, Rugonkai…and above it all, the thin pale moon. He could not understand how two people could work together so closely and yet maintain such an insurmountable gulf between them, which he was not sure was growing or receding. Certainly it had widened as their ideological conflict had come to a head, and yet, in certain moments since then, the barrier had seemed to give way ever so slightly, like a veil fluttering in the wind. It was these fleeting glimpses that fed Renji’s desire. He wanted to have physically what he knew he could never have emotionally – that is, nothing between them. He sighed and turned around to leave, then stopped with a start as he found himself face to face with the very object of his thoughts. “K-kuchiki-taichou!” he stammered.
Byakuya looked only slightly surprised to see his lieutenant loitering outside his door. “Is there something you want, Renji?”
You bet there is, Renji thought, imagining himself pouncing on the unsuspecting Byakuya and pinning him against the door with a passionate kiss. How glorious it would be to cup that porcelain jawline in his hand, to weave his fingers thorough that night-black hair, to gleefully and spitefully and lovingly defile the captain’s untouchable dignity with his own raw and feral passion. Except, he realized suddenly, he was not imagining this at all. He was kissing Byakuya, and rather intensely at that.
Now you’ve done it, Renji you fool, he scolded himself as his tongue explored the warm recesses of his astonished captain’s mouth. You’re going to get yourself Senbonzakura’d to shreds again. But in that moment, it was worth it. Byakuya wasn’t exactly kissing back, but that didn’t matter. Just the sweetness of penetrating those perfect lips was enough. Renji kept his eyes closed, fearing that if he opened them he would wake from a dream – and also fearing to see the look on Byakuya’s face. At any rate, his other senses were giving him plenty to work with: the softness of that impeccable hair with its aroma of opulence, the flawless skin surprisingly warm under his fingers. Renji had his captain right where he wanted him, he realized with a thrill of delight. He had never felt so powerful in his life, and this heightened his growing arousal as his hand glided beneath edges of the noble’s robes.
Unfortunately for Renji, his newfound supremacy was short lived. Suddenly he was falling forward as Byakuya’s free hand grappled for the doorknob and the door swung back open into the room, taking the two shinigami with it. The impact broke Renji’s hold on Byakuya; he opened his eyes, and their mouths parted. If he kills me right now, Renji thought, at least I’ll go with no regrets. Finally daring to look, Renji saw the slight pink flush in the captain’s cheeks, and in those bottomless eyes, a glimmer of…what?
“I suppose I should not be surprised by your want of restraint, Renji,” Byakuya said as he pushed the door shut, “but if we are to proceed, it would be unwise to do so in such a conspicuous location.” Before Renji even had time to process the other man’s words, Byakuya was returning his lieutenant’s kiss with an intensity that betrayed real feeling. Even if his tongue hadn’t been otherwise occupied, Renji would have been dumbstruck by three simultaneous realizations: one, that he was still alive; two, that the notorious ice prince seemed capable of genuine passion; and three, that he enjoyed being kissed by Kuchiki Byakuya even more than he enjoyed kissing him.
As Renji recovered from his blissful shock and responded to Byakuya’s advance, they shared a moment of heated chaos: tongues fighting for dominance, ravenous hands moving of their own accord, robes loosening and falling open around sculpted shoulders. Then, before he realized it was happening, Renji was on his back, pinned to the floor and completely bereft of control. Renji’s eyes widened; Byakuya’s narrowed. “Really, Renji,” he said archly, “don’t tell me you expecting it the other way around.” He slipped a finger under the band that held back Renji’s hair and snapped it in two, letting the brilliant locks cascade over the floor as he moved in for another kiss with fierce, efficient grace.
Now Byakuya’s own hair was unbound and both shinigami were stripped to the waist. Byakuya’s tongue began tracing Renji’s tattoos with incredible lightness, lingering at a chiseled collarbone, a taut nipple, the contours of flexed abdominals. Though his tongue was warm, its electricity sent shivers over Renji’s body. It flickered along the edge of Renji’s waistband and paused there mischievously. Then Byakuya raised his head and just looked at the lieutenant for a minute, drinking in his body with his eyes. For a moment Renji appeared transfixed by the deep blue-gray gaze; then his arm shot out to untie the captain’s hakama in one swift pull. Byakuya’s eyes widened for an instant as the garment fell down around his ankles. So did Renji’s, but for a different reason.
“Caught ya off guard, eh Taichou?” Renji started to say, but he was silenced by aristocratic lips against his own. Byakuya undid Renji’s sash with one hand and buried the other in his scarlet hair as he deepened the kiss. Renji had given up hope of regaining dominance; it was enough to know that he of all people had reduced the aloof Kuchiki heir to this primal state. Byakuya’s tongue had recommenced its calligraphic dance down his lieutenant’s body, now unencumbered by clothing, continuing downward and taking Renji’s erection into his mouth. Renji moaned and arched into the motion that sent hot waves of pleasure coursing though him. You bastard, Kuchiki, he thought as Byakuya deftly teased his arousal to new heights, you’ve totally done this before. Once again the fear he might be dreaming seized him, but never in his most private fantasies had he dared imagine this sweet delirium. Just as he was up against the very brink of release, Byakuya pulled back.
“What the hell?!” Renji cried breathlessly. “What’dja stop for?! Don’t torture me like that, Bya – gaaah!” In his indignation he had sat up too quickly, allowing Byakuya to flip him in one quick maneuver. Renji suddenly found himself face down, still throbbing with need.
“It seems you have forgotten your place, Abarai-fukutaichou,” said Byakuya, as first one, then two slick and slender fingers prepared Renji for what was to come. Even now, Byakuya’s voice kept its collected, commanding tone, but its refined edge had given way to a lustful hunger. “Do you remember when I told you the difference between you and me?”
“Yeah,” Renji answered weakly, between gasps of painful pleasure. “Level.”
“You will find, Renji, that in some things, there are only two levels. Yours – ” Renji cried out as his captain entered him, “ – and mine.” Renji’s body burned with the delicious ache of Byakuya filling him, rocking him, pressing up against the deep core of his desire. He squeezed his tearing eyes shut and his breath came in ragged moans as Byakuya drove hard into him again and again. Somewhere, he felt hands, lips, teeth, nails, heaven, pain, more heaven…everything blurring in the blinding pleasure. Years of being disparaged, reprimanded, and even imprisoned now seemed to Renji like torturous foreplay leading up to this impossible yet inevitable moment. His whole body belonged to Kuchiki Byakuya, and Renji couldn’t have wanted anything more. Their rhythm quickened, and their glistening, quaking bodies seemed to fuse together, scarcely able to contain the rising energy between them. Renji braced himself as his captain’s thrusts intensified, feeling the heat within him breach its threshold. “Byakuya – !” he managed to cry, wracked by the throes of climax. For an instant they were equals as they both came at once and collapsed on the thin carpet of discarded clothing.
They lay there, damp and fatigued and silent, as their breathing gradually returned to normal. Finally, feeling confident that it was safe to move of his own volition, Renji looked up to meet his captain’s eyes. Byakuya looked spent, and absolutely radiant. Renji had never seen him look so beautifully human. For someone who had just been ravished, Renji was feeling exceedingly proud of himself. “Well, what did you think, Kuchiki-taichou?” he asked, flashing a roguish grin. “Was I captain material?”
“Don’t be cheeky, Renji,” replied Byakuya before kissing his forehead with a touch as soft as a single cherry blossom.
Renji closed his eyes. His life had just gotten amazingly better. And, he realized, much more complicated. How were they supposed to keep this under wraps? Could he make it back to his room unseen? Where were his clothes, anyway? Oh, yeah.“Um, am I supposed to go back to my room in…this?” Renji asked, lifting up one rather wrinkled and less-than-clean sleeve of the robes they had substituted for sheets.
Byakuya looked down at his own uniform and once-pristine white captain’s cloak, which had also seen better days. Trailing a smooth hand across his lieutenant’s shoulders, he replied, “That depends on whether you decide to go back to your room.”
Renji managed to mask his giddy delight with his well-honed sarcasm. “Somehow I get the feeling this isn’t really my decision.”
“Catching on, are we?” Byakuya smirked. “You always have been a fast learner, Renji.”
Renji just smiled. Sex and a compliment from Byakuya in one night.
He wasn’t sure which surprised him more.
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Sweet Jesus... I am still alive and finally back with another chapter. Apologies once again for failing to post it here and for taking so long.
Link here if you’d prefer AO3.
June 17th.
It had been a day like any other for Ichigo.
He was just a boy then, living his best life alongside his father, newborn sisters and his beloved mother. There was no worry, no cause for distress; just bliss. How could anything be wrong with his mother by his side? Unfortunately for the Kurosaki family, fate was not so kind as to leave them be.
One moment and life was never the same.
Even now, as a grown man, as a father, Masaki’s absence still ate away at his soul. So once again, Ichigo in front of his mother’s headstone, lamenting alone in the rain. He paid no mind to the rain beat against his umbrella or the moist fabric of his pants against his legs. Ever since he and Orihime wed, he’d make the walk to the graveyard on his own. It felt troublesome to ask his son to pay respects to a grandmother he’d never known and Orihime somehow made coming here a worse affair than it already was… So he asked her to stop.
Not that it mattered to him; he liked it better this way. A more personal touch rather than the exuberant parade his father kept on with. It was just him and her. And so he lit the incense, joining his hands in prayer.
“Hey Mom… Been another mundane year but I hope you’re doing okay. Kazui’s getting big, I wish you could’ve met him…”
The young man shut his eyes, sighing deep and heavy in the gentle yet steady wisps of rain. Eyes still closed, Ichigo’s right and slipped down the face of the grave. He traced his fingers across the damp pillar of stone, feeling every dip in the engraving when something drew his attention away. A slight chill went down his spine as he sensed the faint spiritual pressure.
Ichigo knew the signature well: A Hollow.
His days as a substitute Shinigami may have been over but that didn’t stop Hollows from roaming around Karakura. Or keep his natural-born abilities from sensing them mucking around. Ichigo felt every muscle in his body tense up, screaming at him to don Zangetsu once more. With a clenched fist, He decided it was time to return home. After all, it was no longer his place to interfere; a path long behind him now.
“Sorry, Mom. I’ll swing back around when I have the chance.” Ichigo said mournfully. He started the fair walk back to the clinic, body still in turmoil.
C’mon, it’ll only take a minute.
Coward, you’ve faced down GODS. What’s one little hollow?
His mind beckoned him to act. To make good on the vow he’d made to her all those years ago. But he resisted, persistent as his subconscious was. Although their pleas did beg the question. Who was assigned to defend Karakura from Hollows now? It certainly wasn’t he knew, otherwise they’d never leave him alone. Ichigo pretended not to care before his mind travelled elsewhere. Or more specifically, to one person in particular.
Rukia.
How was she? Was she a captain by now? Did she marry that idiot, Renji? So many questions he wanted an answer to.
It had been so long since they’d last spoken. 9 years? No, probably closer to 10 now… Not since that night after the war ended. A night that was easily one of the best of his entire life. But… it was as equally bittersweet. So many things he’d wished he’d said to her then. How different things would be if he hadn’t been paralyzed by indecision. If he’d damned all the laws of the Soul Society to let her hear those three little words.
Ichigo let his arm drop to his side, letting the rain soak the rest of him, “I am a coward…”
And so he walked home, leaving his umbrella behind. The cold drops of water streamed down his sullen face and seeped everywhere else. Ichigo had long thought the rain had disappeared, but like all the relief in his life, it was only for a few fleeting moments.
Elsewhere
Suì-Fēng kept her stance firm, eyes and ears sharp; waiting for even the slightest notion of her enemy. Sand and dirt crunched beneath her sandals as she felt a bead of sweat across her brow. The commander of the punishment force focused on every shifting shadow like a mantis hunting for prey.
“Where are you?” She whispered with an almost jovial hum.
As she uttered the last syllable, she heard the faintest shift in the stones. From above? Good strategy, the lieutenant’s mind mused.
*woosh*
The Shinigami barely had time to think as her foe lunged forward with blinding speed, thrusting their blade with determined vigor. Side-stepping the tip, Suì-Fēng flipped the assailant onto the floor then scrambled for a chokehold. Arms taut around her foe’s neck, Suì-Fēng couldn’t help but gloat.
“You’re gonna have to try harder than that if you wanna beat me, Katsumi.”
A confident chuckle passed Suì-Fēng’s lips as her Captain’s adopted daughter scowled in defeat. But as Suì-Fēng loosened her grip, Katsumi’s silhouette faded into nothing, only leaving behind a single golden ribbon.
“What?!”
“HADO 63: RAIKŌHŌ!!!”
Gray eyes shifted to the adjacent hill, just inside her blind spot. A roaring bolt of lightning surged toward the captain, caught entirely off guard. It was only Yoruichi’s reflexes that managed to get her out of the spell’s way; Suì-Fēng had the singed uniform and hair to match her luck. A Flash step later and the captain and lieutenant were clear of the blast. Its fearsome might shook the ground beneath her, sending dirt and sand asunder into the air.
“Good grief, that much damage with no incantation?” Suì-Fēng scowled, her pride undoubtedly tarnished and by a child no less.
A scoff laced with envy. In the lieutenant’s youth, such mastery and skill were demanded of her; to bring honour not only to her house but to the name Shihouin as well. And to ultimately be out done, prodigy or no, was an unforgivable grievance; at least in her mind. Suì-Fēng moped on the floor of the training hall while she watched her beloved Yoruichi call for Katsumi.
“Katsumi! That’s enough for today!” she called out, her voice faintly echoing, “Bring it in!”
In a moment’s notice, the jovial little girl appeared before her elder shinigami. Arms taut behind her back, Katsumi bobbed up and down out of sheer excitement, eagerly awaiting her mother’s praise.
“How did I do?”
“You performed magnificently, sweetheart. A solid plan with beautiful execution. Not to mention your use of Utsusemi and a high level kido spell such as Raikoho. Even some Captains have trouble utilizing those techniques.”
“Well, I did learn from the best.” Katsumi proudly announced.
Yoruichi ruffled a loving hand through her hair, “I think it’s more than that but thank you darling. Suì-Fēng? Anything you wish to add?”
Her Lieutenant sat silently for a moment, bowing her head a touch.
“Nothing, My Lady. Katsumi performed… exemplary.” The lieutenant gritted, swallowing a bit of her pride, “But don’t let this get to your head, kid…”
“That a challenge?” The girl smirked.
Suì-Fēng’s mood switched instantly back into the same annoyed grouch she always. Her eyebrows became so furrowed, Katsumi thought they might pop off her face. The younger soul kept her grin, trying desperately not to giggle; teasing Suì-Fēng being a trait Yoruichi more or less approved of.
“THAT DOES IT! My lady, would you mind if we went another round?” the petite woman hissed.
“Suì-Fēng… We have an Officer’s meeting to attend.” Yoruichi breathed, clearly exhausted by her lieutenant’s temper.
Before Suì-Fēng could retort, Katsumi beat her to the punch, “C’mon, Mom. One quick spar?”
A deep, audible sigh left the Captain’s mouth, “Ughh… Fine. Just one. Take your positions.”
The lieutenant and apprentice stood and faced one another; Suì-Fēng more than ready to showcase the full power of an officer. Yoruichi would act as their referee, hand raised in waiting.
“Begin.” as she chopped her hand.
The two clashed into a heated fistfight, each feinting and striking with lethal efficiency. Suì-Fēng poured her all into every blow in an attempt to finish this battle quickly. But try as she might, Katsumi kept up, parrying every jab and checking every kick she threw. Growing more frustrated by the second, Suì-Fēng’s blows grew more wild. How can this child possibly keep up with me? Her mind vehemently screamed. Meanwhile, Yoruichi witnessed her lieutenant’s anguish in full. If only she could tell Suì-Fēng who this girl was...
Katsumi on the other hand kept her composure, waiting, watching for an opportunity. And it would most surely come. In her fury, Suì-Fēng’s guard had become sloppy, letting Katsumi slip a spinning kick up and through it. Pegging her chin. It was enough to stun the lieutenant, allowing the young girl to sweep her off her feet.
“Enough! The winner is Katsumi.” Yoruichi announced.
In a show of sportsmanship, Katsumi offered a hand to her downed opponent, only for Suì-Fēng to knock it aside. Breaths heavy, the lieutenant shakily rose to her feet. She assumed her fighting stance again, urging Katsumi to continue.
“Again…” was all she could say. How had she progressed so much in a year?
Before Katsumi could speak or act, Yoruichi stepped in front of her, shielding her daughter from view. And her lieutenant’s stubbornness quickly turned to acquiesce. Suì-Fēng’s captain stared down upon her, eyes cold and daunting as if a member of Central 46 itself.
“Suì-Fēng. Enough. You have nothing to prove to me so let’s end this before you embarrass yourself further.” Her beloved captain reprimanded, arms crossed.
Avoiding her gaze and keeping her head low, Suì-Fēng relented, “Yes, My Lady…”
Knowing full well she couldn’t fully explain the depths of Katsumi’s heritage nor exploit Rukia’s secrets, Yoruichi sought to dismiss herself and Katsumi. Though it did sting, having to watch a dear friend go through such a pressing mental ordeal. So in an act of sympathy, the captain walked over to her defeated subordinate, placing a hand on her shoulder.
“I need to take my daughter home and prepare for this afternoon’s meeting. Can I trust you to do the same?”
“Yes, Lady Yoruichi.” Suì-Fēng spoke, dutiful and precise.
Keeping her voice hushed so Katsumi wouldn’t hear, Yoruichi whispered into her lieutenant’s ear, “Don’t feel ashamed, My daughter is… Unique. One day I hope you’ll know what I mean.”
Now, more puzzled than depressed, Suì-Fēng looked up at her Captain. Her grey eyes begged for some level of clarity, but found none as amber looked back. It was a look she’d grown to know and hate. Equal parts wise and misleading. Suì-Fēng picked herself in a huff, while Yoruichi ushered for Katsumi to follow. The poor girl had patiently waited for her elders to conclude their business and was more than ready to return home. Katsumi practically pranced behind her mother, a gleeful hum on her lips.
Though her cheery demeanor didn’t last. Suì-Fēng wouldn’t meet her gaze as she passed by, out of shame or remaining slivers of pride, Katsumi could not tell. It was confusing; she wanted to feel proud of her victory but the way Suì-Fēng looked soured any attempt. The girl stopped briefly, fingers fiddling nervously as she said the only thing she could think to say.
“Sorry.”
Suì-Fēng looked back up as Katsumi ran after her mother then vanishing out of the cave altogether. Now alone with her thoughts, the lieutenant bitterly scoffed.
“You have nothing to be sorry for, kid…” fully aware no one could hear her.
***
It took practically no time at all for Yoruichi and Katsumi to reach the Shihouin Manor. The past year of these training lessons had been a strange blessing in disguise for the Commander of the Punishment Force. Helping Katsumi grow was inadvertently helping her keep up to par too. Yoruichi felt strong, perhaps even stronger than she had been against the Wandenreich. No sense of falling out of grace as she had over a century beforehand.
But aside from her own personal growth, she couldn’t help thinking about Katsumi’s. The jovial little girl holding onto her shoulders, that she watched grow since her birth, might very well become one of the strongest Shinigami in the history of the Soul Society. As Katsumi resumed humming, Yoruichi deliberated on how she stacked up to the foremost powerhouses of the Seireitei.
Zaraki and her father were monsters in their own right, but immense as their power was, it lacked any sort of refinement. Refinement Yoruichi had diligently instilled in her student. Katsumi’s reiatsu reserves likely match that of Captain Unohana herself. And while her Tōgetsu may not be a match to Ryujin Jakka or Kyoka Suigetsu, Katsumi’s creativity may yet change that still. But the scariest part was how fast she was progressing. A 10 year old girl had already outclassed the entire Shino academy, mastering Shunpo techniques, Hakuda and Zanjutsu that even took time for Yoruichi to learn. And it was only a matter of time until she learned Shunko… and Bankai.
But that train of thought would have to wait until, at least until after the meeting.
Landing in the courtyard, Yoruichi kneeled down to let Katsumi off before going inside. Apparently, her daughter had energy to spare, bolting off into the foyer with no trouble at all. Where she would bump into another member of her house.
“UNCLE YUSHIRO!” Yoruichi heard Katsumi scream, followed by a loud crash.
The Lady of the Manor rushed inside to investigate the ruckus, only to find Katsumi prancing around a half conscious Yushiro.
“Sister! You’Re BacK!” her little brother managed to say, “HoW diD tHe traINInG gO?”
“Wonderfully, Little brother.” Yoruichi chuckled, “Our little Katsumi will be a Shinigami in no time.”
“tHAT’s gREAT!!”
“Say, Yushiro? Do you mind keeping her company while I attend this Captain’s meeting? I’d rather not have Shinji make comments about me being tardy.”
Unable to speak anymore thanks to the knee to the head courtesy of his niece, but was able to give a thumbs up. Much to his dismay and Katsumi’s delight. So while their retainers iced Yushiro’s head and cleaned up yet another broken vase, Yoruichi went to her room to switch into her more formal Captain’s attire. The baggy sleeves of her Shihakusho and Haori always bothered her, hence why she wore them so little. And already dreading the likely boring proceedings ahead of her, she made her way to the front door.
Yoruichi stood by the foyer, hands tucked in her sleeves as she called out, “Katsumi! I’m leaving now!”
“Coming!”
The voice started off faint but then materialized along Katsumi, who Flash Stepped into view. Without a second to spare, Katsumi leaped into her mother’s open arms, embracing her as tightly as her arms would allow.
“I’ll be home soon, Okay? Don’t burn the house.” Yoruichi joked lovingly.
“No promises.”
“Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
One tender kiss to the cheek later and Yoruichi was off, while Katsumi disappeared back into the Manor.
***
Yoruichi soared above the Seireitei, feeling the wind and crisp air flow through uniform. The Shinigami very nearly forgot how beautiful the afternoons were here, particularly from such a vantage point. But alas, she drew her gaze towards the first division barracks; her destination.
The flash goddess nimbly landed upon one of the railings, much to the shock of one Renji Abarai; the shock of her arrival almost made him spill his tea. With a second to catch his breath, he watched as Yoruichi coyly leaned against the very same railing.
“Hey, Renji. Rukia around?”
“Do you always have to appear out of nowhere? And yes, she’s already inside.” Renji griped.
“Lovely. C’mon, before she starts complaining.”
The lieutenant of squad 6 lazily followed his old friend inside, but not before rolling his eyes at her disregard for protocol. Even though she’d been reinstated as Captain of Squad 2 and had been for a decade now, Yoruichi still felt alien walking through the old halls of the first division. As did Renji; it was rare for lieutenants to accompany their captains to such meetings, let alone now, given meetings barely happened at all. The pair walked in silence, until Renji piped up with a pressing question of his.
“Do you know what this meeting is for?” Renji suddenly asked.
“Well, One thing is the exoneration of Kisuke and his reinstatement if that succeeds but I’m not aware of anything else.” Yoruichi explained.
“Is that right? Think they’ll give him back his position as Captain?”
“I don’t know… It’s possible but I don’t see Kurotsuchi taking that lying down.”
A shiver ran down both their spines; Mayuri was more than capable of making cockroaches uncomfortable. He was a genius, no doubt about it, but… the lines he’s willing to cross for his own ends. The otherwise emotionally inept Renji saw Yoruichi’s shoulders tense with the mention of Kisuke. A sharp exhale through his nose prompted the Lady to prod for an answer.
“What are you snorting about?”
“It’s nothing. Just never seen you flustered about anything before. But to think it would about Kisuke of all people.” Renji leered, very much enjoying being on the opposite end of teasing.
Although a quick jab to his ribs changed his tune just as quickly.
“His banishment was unjust. I’m thankful that others are beginning to see that now…” Yoruichi explained, failing to conceal a smile on the edge of her lips.
The pair made their way through the winding corridors to the Main Hall, avoiding the gawking of unranked Squad members. Renji, still rubbing his side, was glad to see Yoruichi in such high spirits, given the cruel and often unforgiving nature of the Soul Society.
They reached the entryway to hear the resonant chatter of the other Officers. Most were accounted for; Squads One through Eleven were present, though Rukia was noticeably missing from the roster. Odd, Yoruichi thought to herself but whatever. Yoruichi took her place amongst the rows, beside Byakuya and Toshiro. It was then Head-Captain Kyoraku appeared before the rest of his cohorts, lax as he always was.
“Thank you all for gathering here in such a timely fashion,” Shunsui began, “I’m sure most of the Captains here are aware of the reason for this meeting: the exoneration of one Kisuke Urahara. But before that matter, It’s my honor to introduce the new Captain of Squad 13: Rukia Kuchiki.”
The room filled with officers erupted in shock and surprise as Rukia entered the room, though not yet in an official Haori. Yoruichi and Renji stared at one another in disbelief; somehow she neglected to tell them either of them her ploy.
“Now today is not her official promotion, but as witnessed by myself, Captain Kuchiki and Captain Kotetsu, Rukia has completed the Captain’s Proficiency Test. So a big round of applause to our dear Rukia.”
Isane did not meet Yoruichi’s piercing stare, nor did Rukia. Rukia only mouthed a single word to her confidant and husband.
Surprise.
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“The fireworks covered what he said. Nevertheless I knew.”
The star for which the dog howls.
It had been about six months since the end of the War. We had so many losses. But we were rebiulding up. Sereitei started to get the first indications that finally everything was fine. I took the lead of my division owing to pitiful loss of our captain. Things are not much different than before. Captain Ukitake was always very debilitated, then his lieutenants and officers shared his tasks. Even so, he still took on much of the work. Now, I am the interim captain of the Division, but I still keep my position of lieutenant untill a new captain can fill the position
So, the work never ends.
The whole Sereitei was devastated by the war known by ‘the Great War’. All efforts were focused on rebuilding Sereitei and restructuring Gotei 13, which lost a lot of its soldiers. The troop entry process was been reevaluated by the captain-commander. But it’s would demand time, since we didn’t even have a Shinigami Academy. The only remaining building was the 1st division quarter.
“Lieutenant Kuchiki, this area is already dimensioned.”
“Right. Thanks.”
It was another day of Sereitei's reconstruction works. I was in one of the areas where the 13th division quarter used to be. We needed to form teams and carry out tasks to start building the quarter again. But the priority was the base of the 4th division.
“I think that's all for now. You are excused.”
“Thank you, Lieutenant.”
I looked at some reports while walking without looking the way when suddenly...
“You should look where you’re goin’, Rukia.”
As much as I was used to it, it always surprised me. Renji almost always arrived suddenly during off hours and caught me distracted.
- You have to stop being surprised.
He looked at me laughing.
“Don’t you have a job? I think the 6th division quarter was badly damaged.”
“Captain Kuchiki kept everything organized for now.”
“Oh ... Does he know you're here?”
“It's my break ...”
“Really...”
I thought he often ran away from work.
“So... Are we gonna train today?”
We trained almost every day in the afternoons. Practically everyone who participated in the battles of recent times has not stopped training.
“Yes. Same place. I'll wait for you there.”
“Right. I'm gonna back now ... My break is running out.”
“Really? Interesting how short your “break” is.”
And that was why I thought he ran away.
Later that day, we went to the 13th division training camp.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh ...”
I ran with my sword against him, but it was pretty much useless. He always defended without any effort.
“Rukia ... You put a lot of strength on the sword.”
His face was very close when he said that ... It distracted me. I dropped my sword.
“You attack me as if you want to hit me.
He said this taking his zanpakutou upon on his shoulder and a smile on his face.
“But I think that's the intention.”
I was panting and he didn't even look like he had fought.
“You have to attack me with the intention of cutting me.”
He sat close to me.
“You have a sword, not a bat.”
And then he lay down on the grass.
“I must go, Renji.”
“Rukia, relax a little.”
He always told me to relax and enjoy post-war peace. I was afraid that at any moment, everything would collapse ... Despite everything, it was a calm afternoon. The wind shook the leaves. We only heard far the sounds of the great reconstruction. But it was all peace.
“What if another threat appears?”
“After that, I think nothing and nobody would be so threatening.”
“Do you think that? We thought that no one would have such power as Aizen's ...
“And really wouldn’t, right? In the end, the bastard is alive and helped save Soul Society at all.”
He spoke in such a normal way. I admired his simple way of understanding things.
“Calm down, Captain.”
“I’m not a captain.”
Renji liked very much to annoy me by always calling me a captain.
“Rukia ... Don't you think about taking the job?
“Be a Captain?”
“Yeah ... You already can use Bankai and do practically everything a captain does ...”
“It’s not enough to be in a post as a captain, Renji. It takes a lot of wisdom and responsibility. All I do now is fulfill tasks. And besides ... I cannot use Bankai as competently as I should for a captain.”
“Captain Hitsugaya also couldn’t. Even so, he became a captain.”
“It's just ... I still don't think it's the right moment.”
Thinking about how Captain Ukitake sacrificed himself was still pretty painful. The following events seemed to have made his death in vain. But it was all for moments like this. That thought made me more resigned.
So another half year went by and we completed a year after the war. Even so, the work did not diminish. The reconstruction of Sereitei seemed to have just begun. At least now we had everything under control.
“Are you ok?”
Renji was in front of me, with a worried look. We were training and I wanted to test Hakka No Togame. But it was still not easy.
“Yes...”
“Your fingers...”
“It happens when a certain time passes. I have to train to be able to hold Bankai's power without breaking my body tissue.”
This time I could fight longer with the active Bankai, yet my fingertips, nosetip and my ears had cracked.
“I think we can stop by today.”
And he lay down on the grass as usual. I did not question and did the same. We spent some time just looking at the landscape and suddenly Renji spoke:
“Rukia, I want to show you a place. Come with me.”
And he pulled me by the wrist. Although firm, he was very delicate.
“Wait, Renji...”
We arrived at the location. It was a hill. From the top we could see almost all of Sereitei.
“Ya know, it's more beautiful at night.”
“Have you come here at night?”
“Yeah... In the new year we can see the fireworks from here.”
We couldn’t see the fireworks that year. We didn't have time for parties. And when we had free time, we just wanted to rest. But now, we always go to that hill. Another six months had passed and the view from the hill gave us a dimension of the evolution of Sereitei's recovery. We did a lot, and it looked like nothing.
“I think the 6th division quarter will be ready next year.”
“My brother has streamlined everything, even at the mansion.”
“Lucky for you to be at home soon. Accommodation still under reconstruction it is very complicated.”
“It must not have been much different from your usual mess.”
“What did you say?”
“Nothing.”
We stayed there for a long time until the sunset.
“We better get back.”
“Rukia, wait.”
He took my hand which was resting on the grass.
“What's wrong?”
“I want to tell you a word.”
Maybe I already knew.
Maybe I already waited for.
But...
Even so...
He was too close. Too close.
What he said, he didn't say with words. But I think I wanted to say the same.
And we visited that hill for two more years.
It was now three years after the war. And finally we could go there to watch the new year fireworks. Renji was right: the hill was beautiful at night. We could see the whole Sereitei lit by the lanterns of the festivals.
“It's beautiful.”
“Told you.”
It was Winter and it was cold on the top of the hill. Nevertheless the sky was starry. Some clouds walked through the night sky with a rosy hue. I was looking at the stars, thinking that everything was finally in place when I heard Renji's distant voice calling me.
“Rukia?”
“Yes.”
“Hm...”
He was looking at me very flushed. It was not unusual to see him shy. Although tough, it was too easy make Renji uncomfortable. But at that moment, I was embarrassed too.
“Rukia, since we met, we spent our days together. Unfortunately things happened that broke us apart...”
He took my hand.
“We spent forty years without even crossing each other's paths. I will never let that happen again. Rukia ***************************...”
The fireworks began to burst high in the sky. The sound of the explosions covered up Renji's voice, and I couldn't hear what he said.
However, I understood.
“Yes, I do marry you.”
And the snow began to fall down...
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How did you get into RP?
// The villians made me do it. Axel, Piccolo, Vegeta, Yami Bakura, Yami Malik, Renji, Grimmjow, hichigo, Gajeel, Cobra/Erik, Midnight/Macbeth, and Laxus.
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That is hard to remember as it happened along time ago when I was watching yugioh for the first time when WB had it on tv. Then I grew attached and got the japanse ones including the manga books. I noticed a huge difference between the anime dubbed and the oringal. But sometimes I could understand why they change things, but people pointing your fingers at you which were oringally supposed to be guns was really stupid. Then changing the cards, editing the millienium Rod where Yami Maik is holding it in a wiered angle instead of seeing the dagger so stupid and even editing Zork, because he looks like he has a huge cock, but they edited It and made it worse for the dub. Shit they could of created smoke circulated around him and no one would of noticed it.
That is where I got my inspiration on writing fan fiction, then I hopped on rp on forums on breaks during my internet class. I used to know how to do lots of html stuff, but now am really rusty with it. When I was in the yugioh fandom, they had a forum where you could look up spoilers, but I got into when you could rp with any other anime character you wanted I would rp as Yami Bakura and Yami Maik, as they were my favorite characters in the show even though they actually dueled against each other, but then took out the dueling part where me and a selected group had all of them go adventures and these two villians would cause chaos.
A few times I also rped as Piccolo, but that was hard to pull off.
Then I got into the Kingdom Hearts fandom on a different site and rped as Axel and then things started to get hectic as me and a friend were harassed personally just because we wrote paragraphs when we rped. However the other group would god mod a lot so it just wasn’t a fun environment anymore Including the site getting hacked by a moderator who erased all the rps so I found my way to tumblr. At first I would just scroll and type things of my interest then I saw people rping and it looked like fun to me. There was another person who I quickly became friends with and she was a Axel rper and we would rp together. Then I found a Reno rper who has a butt load of other blogs as muses and we became friends. I would rp with almost all his muses. Eventually he and my Axel began shipping together. Then he disappeared and said he needed time away from the fandom and I understood that. Then he introduced me to Bleach and that is where I feel in love with Renji, Ichigo and Grimmjow. I currently have an Renji and Ichigo muse to this day, but I only go on there when I feel muse, but sometimes other people complaining about the manga doesn’t help or even the anon hate either. Also there was drama in the Bleach fandom and it started to get toxic.
So I found a different outlet, but it wasn’t until I saw Fairy Tail on Netflix so I watched it because I give anime a chance of at least 8 episodes or more. The story was hilarious and I decided I would keep watching it trying to find a favortie character that came along. Laxus was awesome and I liked him and his attitude, but also Natsu was completely funny and so was Grey. However when Gajeel came onto the screen I just fell in love with this bad ass. He was a villain and I love villains and I have always have in most cases when it comes to lots of animes. I root for them instead of the heros. Also I have always loved dragons so Fairy Tail became a favorite and him being a dragon slayer like Natsu was pretty awesome. Damn Gajeel was such a bastard dragonslayer and he wanted to kill Natsu. Then I found out that Laxus was a dragon slayer also. I was thinking holy shit how many are there? So yes that intrigued me also. Gajeel being part of Fairy Tail still baffles me. Makarov making it happen by basically trapping him against his will. This really set off Laxus and he wanted to take over the guild because of dark guilds besides the econsidering his guild weak. Then after the Fantasia arc was over and Laxus leaving his thunder legion behind. I went to look for more episodes. I caught up and was a little upset that Gajeel wasn’t in the Oracion Seis arc and I still hate the creator for doing that because it would of been so much interesting in my opinion to see if Gajeel would turn on Fairy Tail or not. I secretly was hoping he would because I never thought he would become a redeemed villain that earily in the series. With how hes treated now as a comedy relief and joke I wish he never was part of fairy tail.
I even thought about boycotting that saga just because it didn’t seem that interesting. However that quickly changed when I noticed the villians. There were two guys that quickly grabbed my attention Cobra and Midnight. It was during the opening So I continued to watch despite the fact I had a problem of Wendy being exposed to a criminal underlord, guild a dark guild. Sorry, but that made no sense to me to expose a newbie with no fighting experience over someone like Gajeel, Juvia who has experience with fighting guilds. I wondered what the hell was the creator thinking. How come Gajeel wasn’t in this saga at all? It would of been right up his ally. So stupid and lame. Then I was thinking he was purposely excluded for some reason. I still feel for that as it wasn’t just a spy for Raven Tail thing because Gajeel already gave Makarov the information for being a double agent for the dark guild Raven Tail. Juvia also wasn’t in this saga either even though she has been with Natsu’s team when they were dealing with Jellal. I pondered this as well, both members part of Phantom Lord, supposedly a rival of Fairy Tail, however to me it never seem like the case. It was more than that especially if you read the japanese portion of the manga and anime (not the dubb) that evil Saint Wizard Jose wanted that guild terminated, everyone dead, jealously my ass. Much like dark guilds hate light guilds. Gajeel and Juvia were a threat to Fairy Tail and Makarov knew it, so he kept them out of it. Probably for the best, but I digress.
So I rooted for the other side, the Oracion Seis wanting them to beat the light guilds. Midnight was pretty interesting especially when he was sleeping on a carpet. The Cobra guy with his monstrous snake definitely had me hooked. There was something about those eyes and those fangs of his that seemed familar and it reminded me of Gajeel’s, Laxus and Natsu. Then his mind ability to hear anything and go through memories through me a loop. Shit I loved this guy kicking Natsu’s ass and it was just fascinated to watch. Then learning he was also a dragon slayer made me think of how well he and Gajeel would have been fun to team up in the series cause trouble loved to have seen especially to see how they faired against Natsu together. Unfortunately Gajeel and Cobra only teamed up in Fairy Tail Gaiden Rhodonite which I hope in the future its gets an anime adaption. It's about the only time Gajeel actually worked with someone (besides Pantherlily his bad ass black panther exceed) who could hold his own in a fight without interference from a third party. And actually respects him.
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Hey sweets! So, the captains go camping. Kinda like those corporate retreats where they test their mettle by being in the wildness for a week. Who is the natural survivalist? Who can’t cope? Who surprises themselves by rising to the challenge & adapting with some impressive skills? Have fun! ❤️😘
Lol, these ask! I had too much fun writing these! When I was making them, I kept finding myself saying this the same thing in each ask or making too many references to others, so I decided to combine them and address each captain and lieutenant by their respective Division. I wrote these as if they all went on the same camping trip together. I hope readers enjoy them just as much as I did! 😂😂😂
Ah! And thank you @shadowsnlace for letting me use your hc!
SHUNSUI KYORAKU AND NANAO ISE
The head captain is a lazy bum even while camping. You'd think he's helpless and can't fend for himself, but in reality it’s just that his laziness knows no bounds. He'll try to mooch off Nanao, but she won't let him. So his next go-to will be poor Jushiro (who doesn't have the heart to turn him away). Nanao will nag Shunsui for bumming off of Jushiro. She’ll use a can of mosquito repellant as a substitute book for whacking Shunsui in the head each time she deems he needs it. Nanao will have a camping guide in her hand at ALL times, and she will utilize Shunsui as a pack mule when they're heading to their campsite with their fellow campers. Shunsui will be whining having to carry literally everything, while Nanao leads the way with a map in hand.
-Shunsui: Why are you so mean, my little Nanao-chan? 😭
-Nanao: I refuse to let you get the both of us lost in the middle of the woods!
Alas, despite Nanao’s greatest efforts, Shunsui will be drunk before its time to make the s’mores. Before they had left the Seireitei, Nanao had gone behind Shunsui and removed all of his packed n̶e̶c̶e̶s̶s̶i̶t̶i̶e̶s̶ sake. Unfortunately for Nanao, however, she and Captain Hitsugaya failed to do the same thing for Rangiku- and drunkards help drunkards. Nanao will be fuming next to a certain snow-haired captain.
SUI-FENG AND MARECHIYO OMAEDA
If it were not for special circumstances, these two would have never stepped foot outside of the Seireitei. Sui-Feng can't be bothered by something as “childish” as camping, but what got her into kahoots with this was listening to her lazy Lieutenant nag about how camping is not an appropriate activity for a “rich and handsome” man. T̶h̶i̶s̶ g̶a̶v̶e̶ S̶u̶i̶-F̶e̶n̶g̶ a̶l̶l̶ t̶h̶e̶ e̶x̶c̶u̶s̶e̶ i̶n̶ t̶h̶e̶ w̶o̶r̶l̶d̶ t̶o̶ b̶u̶l̶l̶y̶ h̶e̶r̶ l̶i̶e̶u̶t̶e̶n̶a̶n̶t̶. Similar to Nanao, Sui-Feng utilizes her lieutenant as a pack mule. The only difference is, Omaeda is carrying HER, too.
-Omaeda: Captain, why do I have to carry you AND all of the stuff?
-Sui-Feng, is sitting on top of the luggage strapped up on Omaeda’s back: Shut up, and follow the other pack mule in front of you (s̶h̶e̶ i̶s̶ t̶a̶l̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶ S̶h̶u̶n̶s̶u̶i̶).
Later on, Omaeda soon learns that the double-tent that captains and lieutenants are sharing will be off-limits to him; Sui-Feng will say it is part of his training. Poor Omaeda has to sleep in his sleeping bag outside; Sui-Feng uses the extra space in the 2nd-Division themed double tent as an open room just in case Yoruichi decides to go camping with them. There is a cat bed and an extra sleeping bag, so that Yoruichi can decide which form she'd rather sleep in. Sui-Feng spends the rest of the night fantasizing about sharing a tent with Yoruichi. Forces her enslaved Omaeda to find wild catnip just in case Yoruichi drops by for a visit.
ROJURO "ROSE" OTORIBASHI AND IZURU KIRA
The only thing Rose packs for the trip is his guitar. He doesn't see a need for anything else. Kira, the ever worrisome cinnamon roll, will borrow Nanao’s camping guide to make sure he has everything. He also visits Unohana to get a brief lesson in identifying dangerous plants, like poisonous mushrooms and poison ivy. He also asks Hanataro if he can borrow the best, most up-to-date medical kit the 4th Division has.
Kira will haul a wagon for their stuff, and Rose will be in the wagon, singing and playing guitar songs to the passing scenery. After they get to the campsite, Rose will help Kira pitch a tent, but he will want their duo-tent to have a more “dramatic” feel to it. So he leaves to gather some beautiful plants and flowers to decorate the area. Kira has a mini heart attack when he recognizes one of the plants as poison ivy. Kira freaks out when he further realizes that of all things, he forgets to bring poison ivy cream- something that is not included in the medical kit. Rose and Kira have to go see Captain Mom (Unohana).
Later on, Rose will insist to play his music, even though his fingers still suffer from poison ivy.
-Kira: But, Captain, you're still-
-Rose: No, Lieutenant! The show must go on!
-Retsu: I'll be over here when you next need me.
RETSU UNOHANA AND ISANE KOTETSU
Retsu will find enjoyment in any activity that involves interaction with the great outdoors. Isane will be nervous, but if she sees her captain taking this into her ever present grace, Isane will give it a whirl. Unohana will use Minazuki to transport her and Isane’s needed essentials. Given her history, Unohana will be an expert living off the land. The only problem there will be is if she can't spice her food the way she likes; Unohana prefers strong foods, so she will be packing a basket special for adding savory spices and seasonings to her dishes. Meanwhile, she will realize Isane is following her like an imprinted duckling, so Unohana will encourage Isane to start trying new and different things. This is when Isane will find that she is a prodigal child at identifying wild plants. Isane won't initially realize it's because of all of those lessons from Unohana over the years; In her free time, Unohana travels into the Rukon to gather wild herbs, so Unohana can do the same. Unohana will chuckle and begin to teach Isane new stuff.
Later, Isane will grab her camera to find Nemu to go take pictures of stuff around the campsite, and Unohana steals the opportunity to turn the two of them into kindred spirits by mentioning bird-watching. Unohana “convinces” Mayuri to let Isane and Nemu borrow his binoculars. Later on, while everyone is making s’mores, Unohana will sit next to Ukitake and sip tea while watching her younger friends and colleagues go about with their shenanigans. She will also scold Isane if she eats too many sweets, and she will scold at Zaraki for letting Yachiru eat s’mores for dinner.
After the camping trip, Isane will want to start going with Unohana to the Rukon, as a result of finding her new talent.
SHINJI HIRAKO AND MOMO HINAMORI
First thing that comes to mind: Poor Momo. She has the worst possible partner.
Shinji is not an outside person AT ALL, and he has awful camping experiences in the Human World thanks to Love, Kensei, and Lisa. Shinji makes sure to bring along all sorts of spider killer and bug repellant. (Kensei anticipates this and goes behind Shinji to replace all the poison with sugar water.) Momo gets to choose the tent and she picks a watermelon themed duo-tent that makes Shinji whine. Momo ends up leaving early to walk with Isane, so Shinji soon finds himself on Team Pack Mule.
Once at the campsite, he expertly assembles the obnoxious tent before deciding to go for a swim in the lake. He then has to visit Captain Mom when he comes back with his back covered in leeches. Being extremely anti anything that wiggles and crawls, Retsu has to stomach his whining and squirming while showing him medical assistance. Shinji now can't be caught dead anywhere near the “dangerous” lake. Even Rose tells him he's being dramatic; Now everyone is staring at Rose like HE’S the weirdo.
Momo will sit with Isane and Sajin while Isane explains all the different kinds of wild plants to be found in the woods. Momo then learns about some white flowers and brings them to Toshiro. She discovers Toshiro holed himself up in his tent because “its too hot” and he's “being eaten alive by bugs.” Momo spends the rest of her time drawing Toshiro out to have some fun.
Later on, Momo is eating s’mores with extra chocolate. She happily takes in the s’mores Toshiro rejects from Jushiro. The child in her asks Jushiro for stories by the campfire. Momo is too sweet and innocent for this world.
Later on in the night, Shinji wakes up with the spider the size of a baseball crawling on his face and the rest is history. Momo ends up spending the night with a knocked out Rangiku in the 10th Division tent. Shinji ends up getting pitied by the pure-hearted Sajin and earns a safe place in the dog-themed tent. Lisa and Kensei are blue in the face trying to hold back from laughing.
BYAKUYA KUCHIKI AND RENJI ABARAI
Believe it or not, Byakuya has an initial impression to camping comparable to Omaeda. However, Byakuya is surprisingly open-minded to new things (that are reasonable, of course). He gets looped into the trip when he overhears Rukia and Renji talking about it. Oh? Camping? Where he can show off his independent, manly skill? Where he can exercise his artistic sense in the arts of knots and wood carving? Count him in!
Byakuya will carry only his backpack. Renji joins Team Pack Mule with Shunsui and Omaeda, because you can't expect Byakuya to do THAT. Byakuya enjoys the hike into the mountains to the best spot to pitch camp. He buys a camping guide just like Nanao’s, as well as a map of the local area. While walking through the woods, he will drink in everything: sights, sounds, smells. It's all inspiration for this artistic man.
The duo-tent that Byakuya and Renji share look more like the parent-and-child duo-tents; Byakuya’s tent is huge, and Renji’s looks like it's the kiddie part. The Kuchiki Clan seal is bold on Byakuya’s, while the 6th Division flower is on Renji’s.
After the tent is pitched, Byakuya’s interest will perk when he notices all of the interesting stuff by the lake-side: shells, freshwater crawfish and crabs, birds, and mudskippers. Who knew a lakeside would be home to so much activity?
Meanwhile, Renji will occasionally squabble with Rukia for antagonizing her about her chappy theme tent, and later he, Ikkaku, and Iba find themselves in the mixes with Rangiku’s issued sake challenge.
SAJIN KOMAMURA AND TETSUZAEMON IBA
Sajin will be a natural at camping. Due to his wolf-side, he will feel more at home in the the woods than he does in the scrutinous society of the Seireitei. Having a heart of gold, he’ll offer to carry Iba’s things to him, but Iba won't let him. Sajin and Iba will follow Scout Leader Nanao as she leads the group to the camping site and they agree to pitch their dog-themed duo tent right next to the lake so they can have that awesome view the next morning.
Sajin will want to go hiking, and later he'll bump into Isane while she is exploring the woods and looking for rare plants and herbs. He gets caught up in listening to Isane talk about different herbs and their uses. He'll lay in the grass, staring up at Isane with big bright eyes and nodding occasionally, completely engrossed in everything she is teaching him.
Meanwhile, Iba will get wrapped up with Ikkaku and Renji; those fools are seeing who will be the last to get drunk, a competition originally started by Rangiku.
LISA YADOMARU
Lisa is chill as fuck, just like her old boss, Shunsui. Only difference is, she can get off scot-free with bumming off others. She had perfected the art of slipping past Nanao’s bullshit-sensory radar. Lisa can pitch her own tent, and as she is without a lieutenant, she just has a single tent. Which, believe it or not, is just FINE by her.
Half of Lisa’s packed essentials are actually porn mags. She doesn't bother with packing food because she knows Kensei will be packing his kitchen. After she sets up her tent, she will sit by Rangiku and the two of them will be sipping sake and cooing at half naked girls in magazines. Shunsui will slyly join them eventually. Unlike Shunsui and Rangiku, Lisa can hold her liquor, so she won't be drunk by the time it's time to bust out the s’mores. That's around the time she'll hatch her evil plan with Kensei.
KENSEI MUGURUMA, MASHIRO KUNA, AND SHUHEI HISAGI
Mr. Sexy won't have any problem going camping. As in matter of fact, having lived in the Human World, he's done it before with the other Vizards. So this is a piece of cake. He and Shuhei split the load of stuff together and follow Scout Leader Nanao to the best camping spot available. Shuhei will eagerly follow his role model and he listens diligently while Kensei teaches Shuhei camping basics. Mashiro tags along, too, but she steals Sui-Feng’s idea and hitches a ride on Kensei. Kensei will nag and complain, but Mashiro will get her way.
Later on, Kensei will have attracted a mini-crowd to his cookfire when he makes a makeshift grill out of a thin slab of rock over a fire. People start bringing him stuff to cook up, and Chef Sexy has no issue in doing so. Retsu allows him to use some of her packed spices, and when Kensei starts cooking the meat Zaraki and Ikkaku brings him, Toshiro the meat lover is first in line. After everyone has had their fill, Kensei joins forces with Lisa and the two of them go spider hunting.
Later that night, the entire camp will wake up to Shinji and Momo screaming about spiders crawling around in their dual-tent. The spider prank was meant for Shinji; poor Momo was just collateral damage. Sorry, Momo.
TOSHIRO HITSUGAYA AND RANGIKU MATSUMOTO
Camping? To be honest, Toshiro is just like Sui-Feng on this one. A captain of the Gotei 13 cannot be bothered with such things when there are important duties to be- Wait, all of the other captains are going camping too? Maybe it's not so bad after all. And he cannot possibly say no to Momo. Toshiro decides to use a wagon like Rose and Kira to tote his and Rangiku’s things, with the intentions of them taking turns pulling it. Unfortunately for Toshiro, it doesn't take long for Rangiku to pull a Rose and hitch a ride in the wagon, and thus Toshiro is an official member of Team Pack Mule. Only difference is Rose is serenading the trees and she is making Z’s (I have a Seuss-Muse! 😎).
Toshiro ends up having to pitch the 10th-Division theme tent himself. Rangiku wakes up ready to party and she suddenly starts pulling out a whole liquor store from the bag Toshiro THOUGHT he packed up some paperwork in.
-Rangiku, giggling: Oh, I had to make room for the party essentials, Captain!
-Toshiro: MATSUMOTO!
Shunsui: *casually slides in for the sake*
When it gets super hot, Toshiro is needed to make some ice. Kensei also takes advantage of this, and Toshiro gets his earnings in meat. This boy is a meat lover, and he pitches a fit when a tipsy Rangiku eats off his plate. He also gets yelled at by Mayuri when his “annoying, stupid ice menace” obscures the view of the Mayuri Tree. Sorry, Mayuri.
Later on, Toshiro is pouting with Nanao while watching Rangiku and Shunsui waste themselves into the “young, infant night.” Toshiro tells Rose to quit messing up his self thought narrations with dramatic descriptions of the night. He also has to fend off Jushiro’s attempts of feeding him s’mores and sweets.
KENPACHI ZARAKI AND YACHIRU KUSAJISHI
Yachiru: Ken-chan, let’s go camping!
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is all it takes to get Zaraki camping. To be honest, though, Zaraki technically goes camping ALL the time. Yachiru often gets the two of them lost in the middle of the woods and have sometimes had to spend the night somewhere in the middle of the Rukon. To Kenpachi, THIS time, they were sleeping in the middle of the woods on PURPOSE. That concept misses him by miles, but he'll do it to make Yachiru happy. Besides, SOMEBODY has to protect the camp from cave bears! But, Kenpachi will refuse to carry anything other than Yachiru on his shoulder, thus Ikkaku gets put on the list of things to bring camping and is promptly enlisted for Team Pack Mule. (Yumichika will refuse to go camping; It's not good for his beauty.)
Ikkaku is also tasked with pitching the tent. Mr.Muscles can't be bothered with guides to setting up tents though; he tries to get it done himself until finally Renji and Kira have to show him how it's done.
Meanwhile, Zaraki goes cave bear hunting, and he brings back a lot of meat for Kensei to cook. Retsu makes sure to get her share of his kills. She asks “politely” and who can say no to such a sweet woman?
MAYURI KUROTSUCHI AND NEMU KUROTSUCHI
Only a fool would invite Mayuri camping. First of all, it’s a miracle he decides to even GO, but coincidentally the camp trip date aligns with the days he was supposed to leave the Seireitei to collect fresh, new specimens. Naturally, Nemu tags along and joins Team PM with Shunsui, Omaeda, Shinji, Renji, Toshiro, and Ikkaku. Mayuri brings with him a portable, inflatable tent. Sadly, it didn't last 10 minutes; Yachiru thought it was a bouncy house and it exploded upon impact. There was no way Sui-Feng was giving up the extra space in her tent, so Mayuri gets Nemu to build a treehouse. Said treehouse is built in under an hour and it is where Mayuri will spend most of his time when he isn't out looking for v̶i̶c̶t̶i̶m̶s̶ animals.
Meanwhile, Nemu will be getting whisked away by Yachiru doing god-knows-what. When Yachiru isn't having her doing something that is for Nanao’s despair, Nemu and Isane will get their cameras and go bird-watching together.
Meanwhile, Mayuri will find himself in kahoots with Kenpachi. Zaraki unwittingly took an axe to Mayuri’s tree to make firewood out of it; Mayuri will have none of it.
-Mayuri: You ignorant baboon, don't you see me up here?
-Zaraki: *grunt* ‘Ey, Ikkaku, get a load of this. It's a jive-talkin’ monkey in a tree. Interestin’ huh?
-Ikkaku: Captain, that's Captain Kurotsuchi.
-Zaraki: Same thing.
-Mayuri: Specimens. All I wanted was specimens.
JUSHIRO UKITAKE AND RUKIA KUCHIKI
Camping?! Jushiro will be THRILLED to go camping! He doesn't even mind letting Rukia pick out a chappy themed duo-tent for them to share. Jushiro is the one who makes sure there are enough s’more ingredients for everyone, and he throws in extra sweets for Yachiru and Toshiro just in case. Captain Unohana goes behind him to make room for his medicines and their favorite brand of tea. Rukia adds their load to poor Renji, as she is Byakuya’s younger sister.
Jushiro will be walking with Nanao, chattering about all the fun stuff he'll be able to do with Shunsui the pack mule. Rukia watched Byakuya pitch his tent carefully and managed to pitch Fort Chappy single-handedly. The crappy themed duo-tent came with chappy-themed sleeping bags, equipped with these giant bunny ears. Jushiro is thrilled by how soft it is.
Jushiro finds fishing to be a wonderful thing to do while camping, and he brings the meat to sexy Chef Kensei to clean, prep, and cook. Later on, he busts out the s’mores for everyone and sits next to Retsu sipping the tea she slipped in his bag. She also makes sure he takes his medicine, as he is too excited and occupied to remember to do so himself. Jushiro attempts to feed a certain snow-haired captain s’mores (but ends up feeding them to Momo instead, as well as telling her embarrassing stories about Shunsui in their old, Academy days). This makes said snow-haired captain pout even more.
Meanwhile, Rukia likes to explore the lake-side with Byakuya, exploring all of the nice things there. She is also on constant defense of Fort Chappy against Renji’s jokes.
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Do we have a Byakuya giving Renji marriage advice fic? I'd love to read one!
I know this is gonna seem like I can’t read the prompt, because it’s 95% Byakuya giving Rukia marriage advice, but I just honestly think Byakuya trusts Renji on this, given that Renji has worked for him for years at this point and just sort of anticipates all his needs and understands him better than really anyone, and also, Byakuya does not understand Renji at all and has no idea how his dumb jock brain works. He knows exactly how Rukia’s brain works, though.
Anyway, I am back on my Byakuya-writing-letters bullshit, please enjoy some Sunday afternoon feels. I think it should be obvious, but this takes place the night after Rukia and Renji’s wedding.
❤️ 🥂 🎊
It was late at night, but Rukia couldn’t sleep. Too much excitement, maybe, the unfamiliarity of a new house, the evening’s pleasant alcoholic haze fading into the beginnings of a hangover. It certainly couldn’t be the idea of a new life entirely, looming in front of her like an iceberg, complete with a new name and all sorts of new possibilities. Primarily, there was a new bed and a new person who slept in it with her, and she found the idea of waking him up terrifying, so she slipped out from under the blankets and crept downstairs.
She was digging around in the kitchen, wondering if Renji had gotten around to making any pickles since he moved in a month ago (there was an entire cabinet full, wonderful man!), when she remembered the note.
Rukia had briefly flipped through the envelopes of wedding money they had received earlier. The one from her brother bulged, and when she opened it up, the bills inside were large. Renji got nervous in the presence of large sums of money and she suspected he would attempt to give it back, so put it away quickly to deal with later, but not before she noticed a sheet of paper tucked inside among the bills. It had only her name on it, in her brother’s finest handwriting.
After retrieving the note, she settled on the couch (which had been Renji’s but was now theirs because that’s how this worked) with the jar of pickles tucked beside her (the pickles were hers because they were the spicy kind Renji made specially for her even though he couldn’t eat them himself).
My beloved sister, the note opened.
It is my impression that one of the important roles of an older brother is to go before one’s younger siblings, to chart the unknown terrain of life, and to act as guide and mentor. My own marriage was characterized by deep love and joy in the face of hardship, and I hope that yours will contain all of its happiness and none of its heartache. Unfortunately, I regret to inform you, I have no idea how I did it.
When our lots were first cast together, as you know, I declined to form a close relationship with you. This was a mistake on my part, born of the fear that you would remind me too much of Hisana. Later on, to my horror, I found the truth to be far worse-- although you do share some of your sister’s fine qualities, in personality, you bear a much greater resemblance to myself.
That being the case, I imagine that by the time you find this note, you will have tied yourself up into knots over whether or not you ‘deserve this’ or if you can ever be a satisfactory partner. We are very fine Kuchiki, you and I, Rukia. We are strong of body and of will. We are dignified in all we do. We devote ourselves to our duties before our else. Our hearts are strong and love strongly, but we hold them close, as we must. Our family is our pride, which, paradoxically, makes it nearly impossible to share ourselves with those we hold closest.
Your sister Hisana was an exceedingly stubborn person, who formed her own opinions of me, which may or may not have had any grounding in reality. She frequently told me that I was ‘kind’ and ‘thoughtful’ and ‘sweet’ and a variety of other adjectives that no other thinking person would dare to apply to me. It is very difficult to live with such a person for long before you find yourself trying to live up to their misguided delusions.
As it happens, this is among the distressing number of personality traits my adjutant shares with my late wife. His optimism is endless, his vision is permanently rose-tinted, even when he insists upon wearing those horrendous goggles. Any yet, time and again, I have seen him bring out the best qualities in the horrible ne’er-do-wells under our mutual command. Indeed, if I have ever been a good brother to you, it is mostly due to his belief that I could be so. It is a verifiable fact that you are one of the best best souls in all of Soul Society, one would think it would be unimaginable to inflate your worth beyond its actual measure, and yet, somewhere, he manages that, as well.
How is one supposed to live up to these sorts of expectations from the person they love most of all? It is impossible. At least in my case, Hisana was quite aware that I am a pompous buffoon, whereas Abarai fully believes the sun rises and sets for your personal benefit. I am going to tell you something that may be difficult to hear: you have to simply deal with it. He is never going to stop. If you are truly as like to me as I suspect, you will rebel against this, your brain constantly trying to sabotage your happiness.
The fact of the matter is, Rukia, these feelings of inadequacy spring from the very fact that you hold him so dearly that your own estimation of him is also blown out of proportion. Do not misinterpret me. I am very fond of Abarai, but he is a mess. A disaster. You have probably never seen his filing system, but it would give you the vapors. (I do suggest that you take responsibility over that aspect of your household management.) Again, I sympathize. He is actually not nearly so bad as your sister, whom I once watched deface a centerpiece at a very fancy benefit dinner (the end result was extremely offensive and also very humorous). In my mind, she is still the most perfect person I have ever met.
Perhaps I am mistaken. Perhaps you are plagued with none of the insecurities that troubled the early days of my marriage, and that I was only able to come to terms with once it became evident that our time together would be finite. I desperately hope this is the case, and if so, please do me the courtesy of destroying this letter, and forgetting all of this.
In either case, I wish you the utmost happiness with your horrible husband.
Your affectionate brother,
Byakuya
Rukia’s fingers clenched on the edges of the paper. The edges of her eyes were burning. How dare he do this to her, after all these years? How many times had they crossed paths in the gardens in the hours when they should have been sleeping? Since when did they need to say things in order to show how well they understood each other? Rukia had half a mind to march over there right now and punch him in his perfect face. He was most likely sitting out next to the koi pond this very minute.
“Thinkin’ of skippin’ out on me already?” a sleepy voice asked behind her, and Rukia jumped nearly a foot in the air.
“What? No!” Rukia rubbed at her hair and frowned apologetically at Renji, who seemed more interested in yawning. "I was thinking too loud and I didn’t want to wake you up.”
“Nah, my skull is too thick, I can’t even hear my own thoughts most of the time.” Renji leaned over the back of the couch, and Rukia guiltily folded her note in half. “Letter from Captain?”
“Uh, yeah,” Rukia excused. “Sorry. It was kinda personal.”
“I understand. I got one, too. It was less personal.”
A piece of paper dropped in her lap and as she was busy unfolded it, Renji grabbed her jar of pickles.
“Hey, that’s mine!” she protested.
“You don’t gotta tell me what your brother wrote to you,” Renji yawned, tucking the pickles under his arm. “But I think you should probably listen to him. He knows what’s he’s on about.”
Rukia looked at the piece of Squad Six letterhead in her hands. In precise, businesslike handwriting, it read:
To: Abarai Renji, Assistant Captain, Sixth Division
From: Kuchiki Byakuya, Captain Sixth Division
Re: My sister/Your pending wife
Lieutenant Abarai,
Please be aware that Rukia is prone to poor decisions when she has insomnia and it is in your best interest to prevent her from consuming excessively spicy and/or vinegared goods past a respectable bedtime.
Sincerely,
Captain Kuchiki
“Rat fink!” Rukia exclaimed.
“Come back to bed,” Renji implored, pressing a kiss into her hair. “I know some good ways to make your brain shut up.”
“Okay,” Rukia agreed grumpily. “I’m eating those pickles for breakfast, though.”
“I’m makin’ pancakes, but suit yourself.”
Rukia decided that maybe it was best to try and get some rest. She had a big rest-of-her-life coming up the next day.
#my writing#byakuya kuchiki#rukia kuchiki#renji abarai#renruki#byakuya feels are the worst feels#but pining-for-his-dead-wife byakuya is the best byakuya#the paradox of byakuya
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basics ! MODERN VERSE
FULL NAME. Madarame Ikkaku
NICKNAME. The Dragon { stagename - he’s not thrilled about it lol }
GENDER. Male.
HEIGHT. 5'11½" ft / 182 cm
AGE. 25.
ZODIAC. Scorpio.
SPOKEN LANGUAGES. English / Japanese. He is fluent in both. He was raised on Japanese by his parents, but he hasn’t lived in Japan since he was 2 years old, he went to an American public school ( both elementary and high school ) and learned English there. He often translated for his parents.
physical characteristics !
HAIR COLOR. If he didn’t shave his head he’s have black hair.
EYE COLOR. Grey. In direct light they are very cool/light, but they can also approach black.
SKIN TONE. Light, with a yellow undertone.
BODY TYPE. Built/athletic. He has taken care of his body from a very young age and tends to eat a healthy diet. He rarely skips his exercise routine. He cares less about his physique and more about what it can do though. His muscle is moreso functional muscle than aesthetic muscle.
ACCENT. He speaks with a drawl. He grew up in ghetto neighbourhoods as well as while speaking a very different language as his second language. Native Japanese speaking people are also able to tell his Japanese is different, even if it isn’t heavily accented at all.
VOICE. A very average register. Can get very raspy especially when he is yelling. His voice is frankly little-used lol he prefers to act rather than to talk a lot.
DOMINANT HAND. Ambidextrous. He started to train with two handed weapons and staff-like weapons at a young age. He does prefer his right hand though.
POSTURE. Generally good, but very casual and chill. Doesn’t sit properly most of the time. does a lot of ‘manspreading’.
SCARS. He has many smaller scars that aren’t very noticeable, and one large scar from his left shoulder downwards across his torso to about his navel.
TATTOOS. He has the edges of his eyes tattooed red. As well as a large red dragon across his back.
BIRTHMARKS. None he finds noticeable.
MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). His eyes are probably the most noticeable, as it is not very usual to tattoo that part of your body. Besides that they are very piercing.
childhood !
PLACE OF BIRTH. Japan. He lived in a smaller township a while away from Kyoto. Near Mount Hiei.
HOMETOWN. His hometown is the same town he was born. It was a real ‘everybody knows everybody kind of town. If he went back there is a good chance people that live there will remember his parents. Unfortunately he has yet to figure out what the name of the town was.
BIRTH WEIGHT. Average, even though his mother was worried because of their poor living situation
BIRTH HEIGHT. Average as well.
MANNER OF BIRTH. Natural. At home. The towndoctor was there, but it was an easy birth, especially for it being a first child.
FIRST WORDS. His first words were kaasan, neko and tousan in that order. His father worked a lot and he spent more time around his mother and the cats in the garden.
SIBLINGS. None.
PARENTS. Deceased. They were very caring and loving parents though.
PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT. Both his mother and father were very involved with his well-being. So much that after the war that somewhat derailed Japan, they decided to use all their resources to emigrate to the states. They got there with only a few family artifacts and very little money. It resulted in both his father and mother having to work very long hours as soon as he was in school and could take care of himself. They saved all their spare money to send him to school. In the end he dropped out to pursue professional sport though.
adult life !
OCCUPATION. He works as an (illegal) underground fighter. Currently at Hueco Mundo, but he’s been at different underground clubs since he started in the business.
CURRENT RESIDENCE. He lives in an apartment complex in a neighbourhood between ghetto and inner city. It is not the worst environment but also not the best. He and Yumichika practically live together, but Yumichika still has his own apartment in the same complex.
CLOSE FRIENDS. He doesn’t have very many friends. He considers Nnoitra { @despairforme } a workfriend, and he is of course friends with his boyfriend { @narkissismos } besides them there is his gymbuddy, Renji { my own muse @monkifuraibo hah }, and thats about it.
RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Taken. Ikkaku is with Yumichika { @narkissismos }.
FINANCIAL STATUS. Middle-lower class. He makes enough money to survive every month and have a little left over to put away in a bank account, but he’d frankly be a big accident away from bankruptcy.
DRIVER’S LICENSE. Doesn’t feel the need for one. Though he could probably drive fine if he put his mind to it.
CRIMINAL RECORD. None. He tends to err on the careful side of the law. Though there are incidents that might have gotten him an assault charge if anyone had reported it.
VICES. He drinks whenever he feels like it, though he usually knows when to stop. Yumichika can be either a ridiculously good impulse control, or a horrible enabler.
sex and romance !
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Greysexual. He doesn’t feel the urge to have sex as much, but he does it out of convention { it is what is expected of him } and because it feels good to get off.
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. Demi-romantic as well as homo-romantic. Ikkaku knows he is only ever loved one person { yumichika }, that person was a man, ergo he is gay. He doesn’t really know the demi label, but it does apply to him.
PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. Dom/sub. He likes being in charge and control when they do have a tryst.But Yumi knows more about sex and he follows his lead a lot.
PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. Dominant. Yumichika is often initiator though, and also tends to be more adventurous with it. Where ‘where people are’ is concerned, Ikkaku more often tops { almost always }. Ikkaku also goes along with a lot, but sets obvious boundaries.
TURN ON’S. This is a very short list. Yumichika. His mood has to be good, for example if he’s just won a big fight. But then Yumi is the only one that really gets him going.
TURN OFF’S. High emotionality. He can’t have sex when he is very angry or upset, or even very excited about something --> his mind is busy with something entirely different. He also doesn’t like crying.
LOVE LANGUAGE. Ikkaku is very physical in his affection. Small gestures. Touching Yumi’s lower back in passing, forehead and temple kisses when he passes his boyfriend sitting on the couch. Pulling him into his lap, wrapping his arm around him in bed while theyre both doing their own thing. He does also tell Yumichika he appreciates him in his own way. He says what he thinks a lot. He’ll say yumichika looks beautiful when he thinks so, tells him he loves him when he feels it, that kind of thing. It is very sweet to see how it flusters Yumi still.
RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. He is rather chill. He doesn’t mind going along with what Yumichika wants in a lot of cases. There are very few things they really argue about, different from a bit of bickering about little things. Ikkaku will check Yumichika when he is out of line though and functions as a bit of a voice of reason. Ikkaku is very emotionally healthy, even if he can be a bit of a closed book, there is no lock on him. Whenever Yumichika wants to know something he only need ask and Ikkaku will share with him. He has the tendency to be a bit jealous when people flirts with Yumi { he is very beautiful, it can’t be helped }, but overall their relationship is very healthy.
miscellaneous !
CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. oof... Harder Better Faster Stronger - Daft Punk
HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. He writes, and reads, and practices old martial arts. He also likes watching action movies and documentaries.
MENTAL ILLNESSES. None. He is surprisingly healthy.
PHYSICAL ILLNESSES. Not an illness, but an injury. When he was younger (19 or so) and he had started his professional martial arts career, someone used an illegal move on him, and his shoulder was dislocated. It is still a weak joint now and it bothers him when he overworks it, or the weather is bad. He has a brace for it.
FEARS. None. He is very chill and takes things in its stride. Even death is something he doesn’t really consider yet. If there is something that might count it is that he is worried something might happen to Yumichika because he is very obviously gay-coded, and people are homophobic.
SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. High. He is very comfortable with who he is and with his abilities.
VULNERABILITIES. Physically, his shoulder. Otherwise, he tends to take things /too/ easy, he can be a bit lazy. He can underestimate others at times and overestimate his own abilities. He also has a tendency not to know when to stop.
Tagged by: I took it from @despairforme and it was super fun so !!
Tagging: @narkissismos @grimmjxw @kazeshinigami I kind of want to see yours now too ! But only if you want to/have the time :)
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The Fox Guards the Wolf
Chasing Tails
Part Fourteen
Kisuke suppressed a sigh and picked up the pizza box. It looked like Ichigo wasn’t coming after all.
He had to admit he was a little surprised. He hadn’t expected Taka-chan’s brand of persuasion to work so well on the redhead, but then Ichigo didn’t have any history with the man. He looked normal enough. Successful. An empire builder.
Unfortunately, he was also a psychopath.
Another sigh threatened. Was it really too much to ask to have one thing in his life that Okura Kagetaka couldn’t ruin?
Kisuke? Yoruichi murmured in his ear. Ichigo just arrived downstairs.
Apparently not. The pizza box trembled a little in his hand.
He was probably heading up to his apartment. There was no reason to expect him to…
“Oh, thank God, yes! Give me that!” Ichigo exploded through his door on a wave of kinetic energy and Kisuke spun on his heel, holding the box up to grabby hands. “I am starving. This whole super spy gig takes way too much effort.”
Kisuke stepped back from the table and watched Ichigo slip into a chair at his table and inhale a slice of pizza. “Super spy gig?”
Your heart rate has risen ten percent. Yoruichi said, but Kisuke ignored her. It wasn’t important. Ichigo had come.
“Mmmmm,” he moaned around the bite in his mouth and Kisuke shook his head. No one should enjoy pizza that much.
“Yeah,” he swallowed, “I had a bitch of a time getting rid of the Yakuza following me. At least I think it was one of Mamushi’s men, but it could have been someone else, I guess. Whoever it was, he stuck to me like Yuzu when she wants me to buy ice cream.”
He ate his second piece slower, apparently now convinced that it wouldn't disappear if he didn’t eat fast enough.
“Once I lost him, I went to the gym. The cleaning guy knows me, and he let me in to call Renji from their phone. Luckily he was studying so he didn’t mind the interruption.”
As the second piece disappeared, so did the edge of Ichigo’s frantic energy.
“He was already at the apartment, so that made the next part easier, but still.” He pushed back from the table a little. “I had to explain some of what was going on and honestly, considering how little I actually know about what’s going on, that didn’t go so well.”
He shrugged a little and didn’t meet Kisuke’s eyes, and the blond could tell he wanted to ask a thousand questions, but he wasn’t going to push. Yet. He wasn’t going to wait for very long, though.
“Okura-san told me to have the papers looked over, so…”
Kisuke interrupted. “I’m sorry. Papers?”
Ichigo’s eyebrows rose a fraction. “Oh yeah. You don’t know about that. Huh. I guess I’m too used to you knowing everything.”
That was a loaded statement if Kisuke'd ever heard one. It was fair, though.
“Focus, Ichigo, if you would. What papers?”
Ichigo took an extra-large bite and stared at Kisuke challengingly, forcing him to wait while he chewed. It had been a long time since anyone had been so openly defiant with him. Probably since Yoruichi had left on her current mission. It was… cute.
“I am sorry, Ichigo-kun,” he bowed his head a little, quietly teasing the redhead in return, “whenever you’re ready.”
Ichigo swallowed and shook his head. “Like I’m ever going to be ready for you.” He froze realizing what he said, and Kisuke couldn’t stop a grin from forming. Ichigo apparently decided that ignoring it was safer than denying it, and rushed on.
“Well, Okura-san tried to convince me that you were a dangerous man who had broken in to their labs and stolen or destroyed his work. He claimed the two men who jumped you at Como’s were over-zealous employees there to escort you to a meeting he'd arranged to try to get his property back, and they were only there as a safety precaution because you’re too dangerous to be allowed to come alone. Then he bemoaned the fact that I, a poor defenseless bystander,had been involved, and cried mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.”
“He said that since it was only because of his employees’ mistakes that I was entangled in this brouhaha, he wanted to make sure that I had the financial wherewithal to escape your clutches, now that you’ve decided I am a useful pawn.”
He put down the remainder of his pizza slice and Kisuke moved into the kitchen to grab a napkin for him.
“Thanks.” He wiped his hands clean and looked at Kisuke. His eyes were well-lit by the overhead lamp, and Kisuke could just see the little golden freckle that sat in the corner of one of the warm brown irises. “He gave me a settlement offer of eleven million yen to ‘cover damages’ and then a potential future position within the Okura keiretsu that would pay my tuition to med school, when I decide I want to go back.”
The two men stared at each other silently for a moment.
“Then he suggested that I have someone I trust look over the papers, so I gave them to Renji. He’ll go over them and make sure there’s nothing hidden in the legalese, like selling the guy my first-born son or something. He seems like the type who’d do something like that.”
Kisuke felt something in his chest loosen at the words. Ichigo hadn’t believed Taka after all.
“Children have never been Taka-chan’s currency of choice, but I learned long ago not to put anything past him.”
Ichigo snorted at that. “Yeah, he did the whole song and dance routine with enough skill that it was clearly something he’d practiced long and hard. Only people who have things to hide go to that much trouble.”
Kisuke wondered if he was that transparent to Ichigo. He’d practiced dissembling even longer and, arguably, to just as troublesome ends as his misguided protégé.
“Stop that.” Ichigo stood and walked the few steps into the kitchen proper, grabbing a water glass from the shelf and filling it from the tap. “You’re not the same.”
Kisuke looked at his defender and shook his head with a sad smile. “How can you be so sure, Ichigo-kun? I am not, and I’ve lived in my own head for quite a long time.”
Ichigo rinsed the glass and placed it on the drain board. “That’s your problem. You’ve been stuck in your head with all this crap for years. It’s no wonder you can’t see it.”
He started putting the leftover pizza away with the economical movements of experience, and Kisuke wondered whether it was a skill he'd developed during his time raising his sisters, or from bachelor life.
“Can’t see what?” Kisuke was almost afraid to ask.
Ichigo wet a dishcloth and moved to wipe down the table. “That you’re not Dr. Frankenstein, and if this guy, Okura, is a monster, he isn’t your creation.”
His face was unusually serious, the mobile lips held tightly as he stared at Kisuke, trying to make him understand.
“He didn’t tell you anything that was too far from the truth, Ichigo-kun.” He didn’t ever want Ichigo to feel like he’d lied to him. “I have broken into his offices and destroyed things. I have thwarted him at every turn, and I have every intention of continuing to do so. I am not innocent in all this.”
Ichigo rinsed the towel and wrung it out, placing it carefully, and Kisuke could see the tension in the other man’s posture.
“The bastard knew about my dad. My sisters. He very carefully didn’t threaten them, if you know what I mean.” His eyes darkened and Kisuke was surprised by the depth of anger he could see there. “If you hadn’t set yourself against him, I’d be very disappointed, anata.”
***
Ichigo spent the next hour recounting details. Kisuke loved details. Luckily, Ichigo had a good memory.
“The butler was impressive. I’m pretty sure she was armed—it looked like an asp like mine, maybe the shorter version?—and even Masuda-san was careful around her.” He shook his head, remembering the Yakuza’s warning. “When a gangster says to be careful around someone, I’ve learned it’s in my best interest to listen.”
Kisuke nodded. “Not a bad lesson to learn. How long did it take you to learn it?”
Ichigo grumbled. “I learned it. That’s what matters.”
Kisuke laughed, the first truly relaxed sound Ichigo had heard from him since he’d arrived. “Very true.”
Ichigo had felt more than a little bit of pride when Kisuke complimented his actions after leaving Okura’s offices. He’d half expected the blond to laugh at his gleaned-from-fiction approach to things—ditching his tail, switching computers, changing his clothes—but he’d just nodded and said, Good, good. Did you take a shower?
Ichigo didn’t want to think about why he might have needed a shower; he might never leave the apartment again.
“I don’t think she touched me, but with the backpack it’s almost impossible to tell. I wasn’t thinking about trackers or anything when I first got there, honestly. It wasn’t until I was on the way out that I remembered how she followed me into the building rather than leading me.”
Kisuke moved to put water on for tea. “Is that why you left your bag at your old apartment?”
Ichigo nodded. “I figured, if I wanted them to believe that I believed them—can this get any more convoluted?—I couldn’t come straight back here. I could have gone to my dad’s, but that’s the last place I want their attention focused.”
“So,” he said, taking his mug and looking over the rim at Kisuke and sipping slowly, “you’re going to need to put new trackers or sensors or whatever it is you use on my new stuff.”
Kisuke’s shoulders shook with silent laughter. “I would normally deny such behavior in the most strenuous of terms. However, since you wouldn’t believe me and I wouldn't insult you by insisting that it was true, I will simply agree and thank you for trusting me.”
Ichigo reached across the table and squeezed Kisuke’s hand. “You’re welcome.” He let the corner of his lip quirk up in a half-smile. “Don’t fuck it up.”
Kisuke met his gaze and then bowed his head . “I will do my best not to.”
***
It was late before they finished the impromptu debriefing, and Kisuke could see Ichigo’s shoulders slumping. He wasn’t accustomed to this sort of thing and as sanguine as he was pretending to be, Kisuke knew it was taking its toll.
“Kisuke?” Ichigo asked. “This thing you stole. What was it?”
The blond twisted in his seat so he could see Ichigo better. “Taka-chan was working with me when I first came up with the idea for Yoruichi.” He laughed a little. “Maybe I’d seen too many video games, but I was convinced that I could improve upon the normal concept of a security AI. You’ve seen a little of what Yoruichi can do hooked up to a known system. The complete version allows someone to embed her into a system on the fly so you can use your enemies’ security against them. It then runs a scorched earth protocol cutting all contacts with the existent hardware except for those that Yoruichi is using. It basically subverts any computerized security system, turning it into a zombie for me to use.”
“He didn’t want to stop there. Taka thought that accessing the system during an operation wasn’t enough. He thought we should use it, attack with it remotely, and leave the original system’s owner looking guilty of an unprovoked attack.”
Kisuke stirred a little restlessly. “He always believed that pitting targets against each other was the way to destabilize situations enough that someone could come in and take over with minimal effort.”
Ichigo stiffened a little. “Like the yakuza turf wars?”
Kisuke nodded. “Exactly like that. It started small. I think he was experimenting. He engineered a falling out between two Onmi agents. One was reprimanded and lost his position. He…” Kisuke paused and tried to find the best way of explaining, “he didn’t take it well. He figured out that Taka was behind the machinations but couldn’t prove anything. He tried to beat a confession out of him. Taka allowed him to do substantial damage, and then pressed charges against him.”
Ichigo frowned. “Allowed? You mean he could have stopped it?”
Kisuke nodded. “Absolutely. Taka-chan was better than anyone in the Onmi at hand to hand combat—including me. He could have ended the assault in less than a minute, but he didn’t. He wanted the injuries as testimony. He also knew that the constant reminder of the agent’s loss of control would make everyone else uneasy. It is his gift, you see, the ability to read his opponent. However, it is also his greatest weakness. Once he has evaluated a situation, he becomes inflexible. Predictable. But never underestimate him.”
“After that, I kept a closer eye on him. I was impressed with his ability to read situations and people, but I disliked how little he considered the consequences of his actions on others. The Director, though, saw his indifference as an asset. When it became clear that the local yakuza groups were choosing to organize amongst themselves against law enforcement, he sent Taka in to shake things up. It was a perfect fit in many ways. Taka’s mother worked in the soaplands in Nakasu. She died when he was young, and he worked his way up from the lowest ranks into a position of relative respect by the time he was in his early teens. That was when I found him and persuaded him that a life outside the yakuza would be preferable. It wasn’t hard. He hated the men who took advantage just because they could, not because they were better, or smarter, or even stronger. He knew he was smarter than any of the people he had to bow and scrape to, and it burned. The Director knew it, knew Taka’s hatred for the yakuza and his penchant for creating chaos, and sent him out anyway.”
Ichigo frowned. “So, you’re saying that the Director wanted a turf war?”
Kisuke shrugged. “Turf war. Assassination. Anything that would stop the gangs from working together.”
“And it didn’t matter who got hurt in the crossfire.” Ichigo rapped his knuckles on the table. “Like my mom.”
Kisuke sighed and nodded. “Like your mother. She knew the locals—some more than others—and believed that she could reason with them, but once Taka got into someone’s head, it rarely turned out well.”
Ichigo sat back and rolled his shoulders. “Sounds to me like it is time for your Taka-chan to learn a lesson about messing with people’s lives.”
Kisuke gave him a sideways look. “He isn’t my Taka-chan, you know.”
Ichigo didn’t look at him. “But he was. You still call him Taka-chan," he practically spit the name out. "Clearly he means something to you.”
Kisuke moved closer and put his hand on Ichigo’s arm until he acknowledged him.
“You’re wrong, anata. There is nothing between us. Yes, he was interested in pursuing a relationship at one time, but it was never more than a question of politics and power, and that was not a game I have ever had the time or inclination to play.”
“As far as why I call him Taka-chan, I do it because it gets under his skin. He hates being subordinate to anyone, but at this point he truly hates being beaten by me. If he had his way, I would cast aside my too-familiar ways, grovel and call him Okura-dono as he so clearly deserves, and then beg him to allow me to follow him into his brave new order where the last man standing is the only one worthy.”
Ichigo appeared mollified, but Kisuke made a mental note to try to reinforce the message when he could. The last thing he wanted was for Ichigo to think there was some twisted attraction beneath the animosity between him and Taka-chan.
“The only thing that Okura Kagetaka is to me is a threat that must be dealt with.” He wanted Ichigo to understand. Needed him to understand. “I might not have created the monster, but I gave him skills that he wouldn’t have had otherwise. So, it falls to me to make sure he doesn’t use those skills to sew more chaos.”
The redhead looked at him and slowly nodded. “I can see that. Just don’t get too caught up in it, okay? I’ve seen you working. I don’t think moderation or perspective were subjects they taught you in spy school.”
“No,” Kisuke couldn’t muffle a laugh. “No, they weren’t.”
They sat in companionable silence for a few minutes until Ichigo turned to him and raised and eyebrow.
“I wonder… was there a class in how to steal your boyfriend’s clothes? Or did that skill just come naturally?” The sparkle was back in his eyes, the dark brown shining with amber again, and Kisuke smiled.
“Oh Ichigo, do you really need to ask? It comes naturally.” He slanted a wicked grin across the table. “Plus, if I’m wearing them, you can’t be.”
Ichigo blushed. “You are so full of it…”
Kisuke stood up and started walking down the hall. “If you want it back,” he stopped in the bedroom door, “come and take it.”
His Ichigo was never one to back down from a challenge.
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Yaws Personal Reflection on Touken
When I first watched/really read Tokyo ghoul, although I shipped Touken to get together eventually by some point; I didn't really understand why they fall so hard for each other at first. Upon looking back however, a lot of that could be attributed to the very nature of both characters. Touka (read here for my reflection on her) with a harsh/lashing out and violent exterior due to the violent past in which she grew up in as a ghoul, whilst still having a gentle interior and being selfless in most cases wanting to help others even whilst getting herself hurt.
Kaneki with a gentle exterior, yet a violent interior due to his own past and misgivings that we all know of as a human and being selfish in wanting to be needed by others and unconsciously hurting others by trying to burden everything upon himself and not fully rely on others.
I've noticed how Ishida likes portraying the values of Yin and Yang between the two (depicting them as polar opposites attracting and being complementary/interconnected/interdependent with some similarities as well, he did explicitly say they are characters of a set after all when he came up with them). Passive/ Active. Strong/Weak. Black/White. Direct/Indirect. Selfish/Selfless. Human/Ghoul. Harsh/Kind.
These terms aren't purely static stances but rather semblances of self that each saw/admired/invoked in the other, both positive and negative.
Kaneki said human relationships are like chemical reactions, if you have a reaction, you can't return back to your previous state of being.
Touka was there and saved Kaneki numerous times in Part 1 when he desperately needed someone the most aside from Hide and the others, while Kaneki also saved her several times.
What I love is the evolution of their feelings and relationship that started out pretty horribly with both seeing each other in a negative light as human (living a good peaceful life) and ghoul (being an evil killing monster).
The fact that a human becoming a half ghoul developed to be able to care and fall in love with a full ghoul that hated herself, the world, struggled working and living life as a human and ghoul is really phenomenal narratively speaking. Kaneki saw past all of Touka's violent exterior anger issues and looked at the gentle interior she possessed when it comes to how much she cares about people other than herself, even as a murderer. “If you died Touka-chan, I'd probably be sad”.
That line is so simple, yet for Touka it created a lasting impression since no one in her life really in viewed that kind value upon her, also count in her abandonment issues in always being left alone (Hikari, Arata, Ayato, later the Anteiku crew at the end of part 1).
Even if she had the Anteiku crew, no one truly gave that emphatic value about her life having importance and worth as a ghoul trying to LIVE in the human world amongst all the killing and violent predicaments of murder in the world, not even her uncle Renji or old man Yoshimura, even though they did look out for her. Meanwhile for Kaneki he felt like he belonged somewhere, again his most desperate desire. He felt needed as their friendship grew in training, fighting and working together, he wasn't alone anymore.
Even after getting separated after the Aogiri arc (about 6 months) and the Re time skip (about 3 years) you could always notice the subtle mentions of how much both thought of each other, Touka wanting to see him again and especially from Kaneki’s perspective even after each personality change in always mentioning Touka and Hide separately from every other important person in his life.
All personalities have mentioned her separately from everyone else (yes even centipede), “The others, Touka-chan and Hide”.
Even with the infamous bridge scene in part 1, Hide entrusted and helped Touka to expose Kaneki. And she did, however she unfortunately fell back on her violent anger issues and communication problems in truly conveying what she felt to Kaneki due to what can be seen as her fury at him being just like Arata and even Ayato to an extent. Kaneki promised never to leave her, yet he lied and left her to become stronger and shoulder all the burdens of everyone by himself in some tragic hero manner. Yet this time Kaneki genuinely believed his own lies, wanting to sacrifice himself to protect others when he said he wouldn't leave them.
However, unknown to Touka at that time, that encounter made Kaneki want to go back to Anteiku. “Touka, can I come back?”.
Haise sees her after 3 years at the second Anteiku home “Re” and cries after seeing that Touka was still alive after all this time and the encounter is titled “Inherited feelings”. Not for the person he knew the most in terms of time span, but for the beautiful person that created such a huge impression on him at the most vulnerable periods of his life after becoming a half ghoul and not having a true grasp on both worlds and companionship.
Is it unrealistic that Touka waited over 3 years for him and still had feelings only for him? “Even if time has passed, even if our bodies have changed, even if he had forgotten me completely... As long as he comes back home, things will be alright”.
Mostly yes for the majority but not strictly no… I view everything as not strictly one way with this; the main thing is about deep impressions that both instilled in each other, kinda like Star Crossed lovers, “I have faith in him, he will return”.
Touka was even willing to prioritize Kaneki’s own happiness and well being over hers as Haise in not forcing him to come back, but waiting for him come back of his own free will, even with all the new relationships Haise/Kaneki developed with other characters like the Qs family.
Time, change and distance never stopped them from still yearning to see the other, even amongst them both living different lives with different people and settings in part 2 of Re, most notably Haise/Kaneki with the Qs, CCG, Juuzou, Akira, Arima, Eto etc. Haise often visited Re just to look at her like he did with Rize even with his suppressed memories, even at times wondering what that girl(Touka) was up to. “I wonder what that person is doing today, on a date maybe?”.
Fast forward later to Touka also wondering about what Kaneki was up to in their 121-122 conversation... “Are you a virgin?”.
Black Reaper, the most savage,harsh and suicidal personality even changed his whole stance on dying simply upon looking at Touka in Cochlea.
This was also reinforced by Arimas threats in killing his ghoul friends, and the Hide inner dialogue about eventually finding a reason to live. I viewed this as a reverse of “If you died, I'd be sad” from part 1, both were scared at the very thought of the other dying. This time Touka is the gentle and kind exterior, Kaneki the violent harsh exterior not caring about his own life until someone reminded him the value of his life and the people that still care about that life. “Your life has MEANING, to us and to ME” type of thing, and as ghouls, they are hardly given any true instances of happiness, care and love that lasts before meeting a tragic end, some fuckery or death due to the harsh nature of the world.
The fact that they got together so quickly and yes rushed, after losing cafe Re and both feeling lonely and taking comfort in each other in 125 I found really emotional.
Touka asking Kaneki “Why are you crying?” was such a sweet gesture when you remember Haise crying when he first saw her in Re, but also how Kaneki felt that he was always beat a lot by the people he loved the most. And yet he was able to fully expose himself and have an extremely intimate moment with the woman that he's in love with, and to find out that she also loves him back and didn't hurt him at all this time.
Additionally was finding out that Kaneki was “dying” and how quickly they married after finding out about Touka’s pregnancy and her even CHOOSING Kaneki and their child over saving her best friend Yoriko (one of Kaneki's biggest flaws in choosing), for me only reaffirmed how desperate and strong each others feelings were for each other. Touka chose a life with Kaneki, something he wanted his mother to do… Choose him.
It's kinda like... “We lost each other before so many times, let's just confirm everything while we're still alive (The marriage bite mark and ring) because who knows when we'll lose these moments and our time together,” especially at how unforgiving shit can be with most TG relationships (AKA Eto’s parents Ukina and Kuzen, Touka’s parents Arata and Hikari and so forth).
Their love is flawed, rushed and has several problems yes with the time development and communication issues in execution... (I truly wish Ishida gave Touka more screen time and development in most of Re although she has developed and changed from Part 1 in her own way); but they are still growing and learning, nothings ever perfect. In fact even with that time discrepancy and change, its one of those relationships that's so genuine and loyal AF to me. Both can see the dark horror in each other, yet still love each other regardless and show genuine care to go through such lengths to make sure the other is okay in a world where such a thing for ghouls and humans is extremely rare. Especially during all the fuckery in the previous Underground and Dragon arcs. ALL of the Kaneki personalities agreed to literally kill and eat the Oggai children along with humans and ghouls (becoming a monster) just to see Touka again in fear of her death and hopefully to name his kid one day, repeatedly chanting her name over and over.
Touka played a prominent role and went out to save her husband with the CCG, Hide, hell even the Qs... incurring so much damn physical damage via all the fighting and all the mental/emotional stress concurred spanning days to weeks whilst fucking PREGNANT, starving herself with human food, and weakened as a ghoul.
Again, love is complicated, and it's not exactly “healthy” per say from that point of view… I'd say these two need some damn marriage counseling or some shit😂, but it is MUTUALLY genuine given the fucked up circumstances. (I'm also glad it didn't fall under the common anime/manga trope of “Will they? Won't they? shipping game that stalls for time... Just do it! Especially when TG isn't a romance manga, although it has romantic elements)
Personally for me, Touken represents an overall symbol of coexistence and hope for humans and ghouls (the positive core message of TG, even though yes I know it's not the main focal point outside all the story fuckery as a whole). It illustrates breaking past the species barrier of mutual understanding along with other ships to a degree like Ukina x Kuzen, Nishiki x Kimi etc; and I find it beautiful that Kaneki finally has a tangible reason to LIVE, with his Best Waifu Touka… And now also his Best Bro Hide and everyone else.
I wish I could add more insight, but as you can see... I'm a Touken boy through and through😅
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Becoming who we were meant to be - Chapter 1
My current multi-chaptered ichiruki fic. It’s always available on fanfiction.net if you want to read ahead, but I thought I’d post the first chapter here because we’re in desperate need of some pure IR content in the middle of this whole mess with the origos (sigh). Anyway here it is!
1: Not a good day to die
Ichigo Kurosaki juggles with the pile of textbooks in his hands in a desperate attempt to regain balance and keep the tower standing. He thinks he’s succeeded, until one textbook falls literally in his face, making the rest of the textbook-tower crumble miserably on the ground. Ishida Uryu instantly becomes disappointed in his own lack of logical thinking. Really, he should’ve seen this coming long enough to be able to pull out his cellphone and film it. That would’ve made a great slow-motion montage, he thinks with regret.
“Fucking hell,” Ichigo cusses, staring at the mess he’d made around his feet.
“I would say nice going Kurosaki but honestly I’m not even surprised by your lack of grace anymore,” Uryu hides the amusement that was tickling his lips and pushes his glasses up on his nose.
Ichigo groans in animalistic irritation and bends his knees to start picking up his books, one by one. “Thanks a lot, asshole. Why don’t you help me pick these up instead of bragging like a goddamn princess?”
Uryu puffs air out of his mouth. “Well, since you always insist on the fact that you do not need my help, I’m gonna respectfully decline the offer, thanks.” He puts his hands in his pockets as he looks down at Ichigo.
Ichigo’s eyebrow pops. “Right when I was beginning to think you could do something besides knitting and sewing like a woman…” he mumbles to his friend, carefully getting up with a revisited textbook tower in his arms.
Uryu squints his eyes. He is about to retort when Kurosaki opens his trap again.
“Oh, and while we’re at it,” Ichigo says as he picks up his walking. “Thank you for letting me spend nearly a thousand-fucking-dollars on fancy ass textbooks when you already have all of them peacefully accumulating dust in your dorm room.”
Uryu catches up with him, frown growing heavier by the second. “I need mine in perfect condition, and as you can so clearly see, Kurosaki, you cannot be trusted with such value.”
Ichigo scowls deeply, walking even faster now in the hope of out-running Ishida. Honestly it could easily be possible; the man has the stamina of a morbidly obese Dachshund. Ichigo genuinely wonders how he ever could’ve considered bringing Ishida for his textbook shopping as something other than a terribly bad idea.
Sure, he had decided to change his major at the last minute. Sure, he didn’t know anyone to guide him through this other than four-eyes over here, and sure, maybe he had absolutely no idea what to expect of this medicine program but what the hell, he would’ve been perfectly fine figuring this out on his own.
After all, he’d been accepted into the program with his own grades, hadn’t he?
Not to forget the two years he had spent studying law.
Shit, what a mistake that had been.
The law program had seemed like a decent idea at the time. After spending a year working a part-time job and coaching Karin’s soccer team straight after high school, his dad had urged him to find something he wanted to study. Anything, he said, as long as Ichigo was living his life to the fullest.
And so, he chose law. If he’s being honest, Ichigo still isn’t quite sure why he first chose to go into law major. Perhaps it had been the integrity of it all, or the fact that he felt like, as a lawyer, he would be able to change things for the better. He seemed hopeful, and his dad was proud, though he didn’t say it out loud.
Might’ve been a perfect plan, had it not been so excruciatingly boring.
Reading after reading after reading. Paragraph following paragraph, following another paragraph. It never stopped. He might’ve been able to keep good grades, but for those two years of his life, he had never felt so severely bored and out of place. The only moments of peace he got were when Rukia or Renji showed up, about every month or so, and they would go slay a couple of hollows (a great way to relieve stress, by the way) or just hang out in his dorm or, on a few occasions, in Karakura town.
Ichigo suddenly gets dragged out of his thoughts when they finally reach his new dorm room, one he shares with a complete stranger; a nerdy and shy looking kid.
He throws his keys to Ishida, gesturing for him to unlock the door as he himself is busy carrying the mountain of books, which by the way, weighs a shit ton more than one would think.
As the door finally opens Ichigo barges in and drops all of his ridiculously new and expensive books on the couch. “Fucking finally,” he breathes out in relief.
Ishida comes in, slowly, and looks around. “So, this is your new dorm, huh. Where’s the roommate?”
“Uh, gone I guess.” Ichigo answers. “I only met him once.” He then turns his attention back to his books, beginning to sort them out. Anatomy and Physiology I & II, Diagnostics, Pathology, Pharmacology…and more, way more. How can one need so many books for the very first semester?
“Kurosaki,” Ishida’s voice resonates in the unfortunately small room. There’s a serious tone to it but then again, Ishida is always serious.
“What?” Ichigo snaps at him, but doesn’t turn to make eye-contact.
Ishida doesn’t answer right away, as if hesitating with the choice of words. He wonders if he should even mention it at all, but the words are leaving his mouth before he can stop himself and it’s too late.
“Are you sure this is what you want?”
Ichigo stops, just for a moment, then resumes sorting out what he just bought. “Couldn’t have asked me that before I pissed away the content of my bank account?” He asks and Ishida knows there’s no seriousness in his voice, as if this isn’t one of the biggest decisions of his life.
“I’m serious Ichigo,” he continues. “Do you really want to throw yourself in medicine, after telling me again and again how tired you were of studying for your law classes? This program might be even more time-consuming and-“
“You don’t think I know that?” Ichigo cuts his friend suddenly as he swings around 90 degrees, looking at him straight in the eyes. “I don’t know if this is for me, Ishida, but I won’t know until I try.”
Uryu frowns, but barely. “Obviously. I just thought, to be honest, that when you dropped your law major, it was to accept the Seireitei’s offer.”
Ah.
There it is, Ichigo thinks.
Both men stare at each other for a few, weirdly quiet seconds, before Ichigo drops his eyes and sighs heavily. “That was one year ago, Ishida. And I still have no answer to their question,” he replies and doesn’t look at his friend, because he simply cannot.
One year ago, he got a proposal indeed.
The Seireitei were looking for something to add to their forces, to make Soul Society stronger; a way to assure it would never again risk collapsing into nothingness. And they found one. Some were against it, some didn’t think it would be wise, or even enough of an addition to actually strengthen the Gotei 13, but in the end, the Central 46 voted for the project to pass. A project in which they were planning on creating a 14th Division. And obviously, that meant they needed a captain, before anything else.
Apparently, they couldn’t come up with anyone better than him for the job.
Believe it or not.
Anyway, when Rukia and Ukitake-taichou showed up at his doorstep with the proposition, needless to say he was confused, speechless, angry and relieved, all at the same time. He was told to reflect on it, but no matter how many days he’d spent analyzing every single aspect over and over, he only had one and only answer in head, if it even counted as one. His time living in the human world wasn’t over, in fact it was far from being over. He wanted to experience it; live life the way his mom would’ve wanted him to. Soul Society would always be waiting, would something ever happen to him.
He just couldn’t give up on living.
At least not yet.
Rukia understood. Of course, he knew she would. She had always been the one to encourage him to live his life the way he was supposed to; as a human being. And when he’d been talking about it with her, on the Kurosaki residence rooftop, he saw something in her eyes. Something she never allowed the world to see but for a splint of a second, let him witness.
He was human, and he was also Shinigami. He still had the choice to decide which one of those lives he wanted to live. He could even choose to keep living in balance between the two. But Rukia never got to choose. So, when he told her he couldn’t accept, at least not just yet, what else could she do but understand?
The sharp ring of his cell phone pulls him out of his thoughts like a bucket of freezing water thrown in his face.
He sighs, roughly, searches for his phone in his pocket and opens it one quick motion of exasperation. He doesn’t even look for the ID before answering with a not-too-pleased “Hello?”
“Ichigo,” he hears his dad’s low voice on the other line.
“Dad? What’s up,” he asks, turning away from Ishida.
Silence.
“Dad?” he asks again, and feels a twinge of anxiety begin to form in the pit of his stomach. His dad rarely calls him, and when he does he’s yelling his name in his usual craziness, not staying silent.
“Dad,” he says suddenly and louder than before. “What is it?”
“Son, you better come home. You sister…” Isshin sighs, and the heaviness in his voice is clear, and it makes Ichigo’s heart beat fast as he feels cold sweat beginning to form on his back. “Karin… She was in a car accident. It’s bad, Ichigo.”
No.
No.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Ichigo’s heart stops and he can’t tell if his lungs are still functioning. He doesn’t- What should he- What the hell happened- No- He can’t-
“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” his mouth moves on its own and he hangs up the phone before he can hear another word from his father.
He immediately turns around and, checking for his wallet in his pocket, slides out of the room. “Ichigo, wait. What’s going on? Ichigo!” he hears Ishida ask behind him but he can’t answer, and instead, starts running, his legs numb as he heads straight for the train station.
The ER smells like isopropyl alcohol and needles when Ichigo flashes through the automatic doors of Karakura General Hospital. It’s been about two hours since he hung up the phone, back in his dorm room, and hasn’t gotten any news since, except for one text from his dad, telling him they are in room E-15.
Ichigo stops at a reception desk and hears himself asking for room E-15. The lady mumbles and points, and then once again his feet are moving, fast, and his heart pumps hard, filling and hitting his ears.
He passes by many hallways, then catches a thick black E-0 out of the corner of his eyes. He practically runs. E-1…E-3…E-5…E-7…E-9…E-11…E-13… He looks in front of him and-
Thump.
His dad is sitting on a chair in the hallway. His head is low, too low, and his shoulders are slumped down in resignation.
Thump.
He hears someone crying, sobbing, in the room facing his dad, and Ichigo realizes- It’s Yuzu.
Thump.
His father’s arm is resting on his knee, and his hand is curved upwards, as if holding someone’s hand. Ichigo raises his eyes.
Thump.
Karin Kurosaki, standing in front of her father, holds her hand in his own. There are traces of tears on her face and…
…a broken chain anchored in her chest.
Thump.
This isn’t happening, is the only thing Ichigo can think right now. He thinks his legs have given in, but somehow he’s still standing. His ears ring, in a piercingly low frequency. He takes a step forward and his dad lifts his head up just as Karin’s turns, and just like that both of them are looking at him, only…Karin’s eyes are no longer alive.
This isn’t happening. Ichigo feels like screaming and vomiting at the same time, but he cannot speak. Karin smiles at him through her pain, just as another tear falls down her cheek.
“Karin,” he murmurs, and his voice is dry.
He sees her lower lip tremble but she keeps her smile on, as if it’s the only thing preventing her from breaking. He hears another cry, then sees Yuzu come out of a room, room E-15, eyes heavy with tears and misery. “Ichigo,” he hears Yuzu’s voice crack and she runs into his arms, hugging him tight as she sobs, louder and louder.
Ichigo holds his baby sister, the sight of room E-15 finally filling his view and he realizes; he’s too late. There, in a hospital bed lies Karin Kurosaki’s lifeless body.
“She’s hasn’t left her bedside in over three hours,” his voice is hoarse and he basically whispers the words, wind blowing in his face as he stands on a platform outside of the hospital.
“She can only see the edges of her shape, Ichigo. Her reiatsu hasn’t grown since she was eleven.”
Ichigo looks down, and slowly shakes his head. “She’s never going to recover from this, dad.”
Isshin Kurosaki puts his hand on his son’s shoulder. “You’re wrong,” he says. “She will recover, because she knows Karin is not gone.”
Ichigo jerks his father’s hand away. “The human her is,” he says, and he can’t help how sour and raspy he sounds.
Isshin’s eyes soften. “Again, Ichigo, you’re wrong.”
Ichigo grits his teeth. This is unfair, so unfair. He imagines pulling on a brick until it breaks out of place and smashing it on the wall. He sighs abruptly, trying not to give in to anger.
“Did you call Urahara?” he suddenly asks his father.
The man keeps quiet, then shakes his head. “I was waiting for you,” he answers.
Ichigo rubs his eyes with two of his fingers. “Do it. Tell him to send a hell butterfly to Rukia,” he tells Isshin, turning around and entering the hospital building.
Isshin stares at his son’s retrieving figure until he is no longer in sight. He sighs silently and turns back to rest his arms on the metallic fence, eyes looking at the town’s horizon. The sky is charcoal grey and the sun’s almost completely set. He pulls his phone out of his pants pocket and dials.
It picks up after the second ring. “Kisuke,” he says. “It’s me.”
Rukia Kuchiki is sitting at her desk in the 13th Division headquarters, squinting and straining her eyes in her last attempt to read yesterday’s surveillance report. What kind of idiot would write in such an immature and deconstructed hand-writing? As she throws the paper away in frustration, she makes a mental note to find out who those initials belong to. If she can even make out the letters.
“Kuchiki-fukutaichou,” her squad’s ninth seat calls out and slides the door open.
“What is it,” she says coldly. How some people still enter an officer’s room without waiting for permission first is absolutely beyond her. Byakuya would never let something like this slide twice, she thinks.
“A hell butterfly arrived for you, from Urahara-san,” her subordinate tells her and she turns her head to look at him, but only briefly.
“Fine,” Rukia answers. “I’ll look at it once I’m done here.”
“I-It says it’s urgent,” the boy speaks again and this time, when Rukia looks at him her eyes have changed.
After passing through the Senkaimon, Rukia stops and feels for Ichigo’s reiatsu. He’s never been good at controlling his spiritual energy and right now, with what’s happening to his family, she knows it must be all over the place.
She closes her eyes for no more than a few seconds before she finds it and interiorly grabs that distinctive red thread with her hand. She uses shunpo to move, as fast as she can, again and again until she knows he’s close, and suddenly her feet are touching grass and she’s standing in a forest.
“Rukia,” she hears Ichigo murmur her name and she turns around. She meets his gaze, and lets out a breath as she instantly recognizes what she sees in his eyes. His amber eyes, usually so bright and vivid, are now faded into emptiness. Sober of the fire that makes them so driven and alive. With just one look she knows; he is defeated.
Therefore, she looks back at him, silently communicating in a sea of regret and understanding. This is the only way she can let him know. I’m here for you. For all of you.
Rukia walks foward and notices Isshin and Yuzu, a few feet behind Ichigo. She can practically hear Isshin’s gratitude emanating from the look he gives her, soundlessly saying Thank you. Rukia stays silent. Yuzu is clinging to her father as if her legs can no longer hold her weight. She isn’t looking towards her, in fact she isn’t looking at anything, and the expression on her face seems dazed and disconsolate. Rukia can only begin to imagine…what sort of pain she is going through.
That’s when she finally sees, away on the other side of a tree, Karin’s wandering soul. She’s already looking at her with her arms crossed on her chest and the attempt of a smile on her lips, as if trying to lessen the heaviness of the situation.
“Rukia,” Ichigo speaks her name again, breaking the silence. “I’ll do it,” he says and she doesn’t need anything more to know he’s talking about Konso. She turns to look at him and notices he is in his Shinigami attire; not in his human body. She nods and he continues. “Karin and I just had questions first.”
“Anything,” Rukia answers, turning back to nod at Karin.
Ichigo walks a few steps forward until once again, he enters her field of vision. “She’ll be sent to Rukongai,” he says as a statement. “There’s absolutely no way to know exactly where, right?” he asks and he already knows the answer, but can’t help asking anyway.
Rukia looks down, but barely for a second. “Unfortunately, no,” she turns to Karin. “Once we proceed with Konso, the soul finds its way to Rukongai, but the district is completely random.”
Karin nods, and somehow manages to pull up the strength to look at her brother with certitude. “I’ll be fine, Ichigo.”
He sighs harshly in response. “You don’t understand, Karin. Rukongai is made of 340 districts divided into four sections. If you somehow find yourself stuck in the lower ones, you’ll have to fight for your life.”
Karin’s pupils constrict. “I know, Ichigo. I’m not eleven anymore, and I’m in shape. I told you, I’ll be fine.”
Fuck, Ichigo almost hisses but manages to keep it in.
“Your reiatsu is high, compared to the average soul in Rukongai,” Rukia cuts in just in time. “We’ll have soldiers looking for you as much as possible.”
“I’m going too,” Ichigo adds. “I know how your reiatsu feels like, Karin. I might be able to find you faster.”
For a second Rukia thinks Karin is about to open her mouth, but she stops and nods instead.
“Will I…” Karin whispers, and Rukia notices she is now hugging her arms. “Will I remember…” She doesn’t finish her sentence but it isn’t necessary. Will I remember my life? Will I remember who I am? The words echo in her head.
“Some don’t,” Rukia answers in a low voice, eyes fixated on the ground. She swallows and for a moment, remains silent. She lifts her eyes back up and this time her voice is louder. “But some do.” She doesn’t say anything more. She knows, for Ichigo and his family, that the possibility hurts too much to even consider.
“Dad, what’s going on? I can barely hear anything…” Rukia suddenly hears Yuzu’s small voice and feels chills going down her spine at the desolation of it. She turns around slightly, and meets Isshin’s eyes. “It’s okay, honey,” he tells his daughter. “They’re just talking.”
“How long has it been?” Rukia suddenly asks Ichigo.
He frowns slightly, most likely out of habit. “A few hours,” he answers. “Hollows have already felt her spiritual pressure, I had to kill two of them.”
Rukia nods slowly. “We shouldn’t wait too long before it draws out more,” she murmurs, and Ichigo knows she’s right.
They both look towards Isshin, to which he nods once. “It’s time, Yuzu.”
“I need to talk to her, just the two of us,” the blonde chokes out, wiping away a few tears that escaped. “Even if I can’t hear her that’s okay, she just has to listen to what I say.”
Karin takes a painful breath in before the twins move away from them, over to a quiet and hidden place behind a few trees. Karin puts her hand in her sister’s hand, even though Yuzu cannot see it.
“Ichigo,” Isshin speaks after making sure his daughters are out of sight. “Once you find her, come back and we’ll-“
“I’m not coming back,” Ichigo interrupts his father. When Isshin stares at him with wide eyes, he grits his teeth and continues. “No way in hell I’m leaving her alone over there.”
“Ichigo…” Rukia whispers but Ichigo yet again steps in.
“Don’t. I’m telling you, both of you, I’m not leaving her alone. I’ll figure something out.”
They both give in to silence. Really, Rukia knows there’s nothing she can say or do that’ll get to him. And his father probably knows that too, which is why all he does is sigh and nod as he closes his eyes.
The twins come back, Karin walking silently behind Yuzu, traces of tears down her cheeks. How unimaginably agonizing it must be not to be able to say goodbye to the one person you have shared everything with… Rukia swallows and feels her chest squeeze and she’s hurting, so much so for these people she has grown to know like a part of her family.
Karin walks in front of her father and hugs him. “I love you, dad. Please take good care of her… And tell her how much I love her,” she says, then smiles at him. “Tell her not to worry about me, I’ll be okay.”
Isshin smiles back, wrinkles appearing at the crease of his eyes. “I know you will,” he answers. “I’m proud of you, Karin. And your mom would be too.” He hugs her once more before releasing her and a few moments later, Karin is standing in front of Ichigo and Rukia. Her eyes expose her fear, but also a strong and striking fire of confidence, one Rukia is so used to seeing in Ichigo.
“I’m ready,” the twin whispers.
Rukia opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. There’s so much she wants to say, but she can’t. I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Karin… Somehow this feels like it is neither the time or the place, and before she knows it, Ichigo’s zanpakuto is in his hands and his hilt is brought lower and lower, very slowly, until it is completely facing Karin.
Ichigo swallows with difficulty, but smiles down at his sister. “See you soon, baby sis.”
Karin smirks at him. “I’ll be waiting.”
Ichigo brings Zangetsu’s hilt closer until it touches Karin’s forehead, and she closes her eyes at the contact, smile somehow still on her lips. A white light appears, originating from the contact, and increases in size, radiating all around Karin’s body. It lasts a few seconds before the light dies down and Karin is gone.
Rukia’s eyes are low, and she feels cold. Ichigo’s name is threatening to come out of her lips, and she wants to reach out her hand to touch his arm because it’s really the only she can let him know she’s still there, supporting him. She doesn’t speak, and when she moves to look at him, he’s already placing his zanpakuto at its usual place against his back.
“Let’s go,” he simply says.
Rukia blinks and regains her focus. She walks a few feet ahead and opens up a new Senkaimon. The wooden doors open, slowly, and she feels Ichigo’s presence getting closer.
“Don’t worry dad,” she hears him speak and there’s a determination she knows by heart. “I’ll find her.”
Isshin grins. “I know you will, son.”
Rukia waits until Ichigo turns and he looks at her, nodding. She nods back, and together, they walk through the gates. Gates leading them right into Soul Society.
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Drabble for @o-tabescere [ mainly a little scene for a possible happening ]
◆ There was a chilling quiet, a softened sonance of a white rushing noise, drowning out any pain, melting it into a multitude of jarred and torn sensations by the time mind mingles and turns, slowly - slowly - far too slowly, in its endless strive to come back towards reality { while all in itself, this was nothing he even wanted to endeavour, let him rest. just let him rest }. With endless back and forth and the deeply settled, burning ache, coating and licking at his skin, muscle and tendons - still, there was the tingling sensation of a healing aspiring to soothe whatever biting bits of torment would veil his otherwise so still and unmoving physique. It's quite funny just - that this was such a peaceful feeling. Buried and hidden in the faint crashing intonation of shifting rubble, still re-adjusting, re-aligning, falling back in place for impact had been quite so severe to shift and change the outcome of what formerly was a building standing proud.
◆ And he laughs about it { why doesn't it stop? } in that faint, near breakable feeble chirr of trembling voice. As soon as it came, it was gone again.
◆ Like nothing else but a shy wind meandering further and further, reaching for him in its caressing try to find an essence of will, a desire to survive. Who would have thought? That loneliness was such a crushing, crippling burden to carry? Who would have thought, that a man like himself, was despairing with these thoughtless emotions? Just as much shifting and wandering about in his mind, like the sudden unexplainable noise-filled eruption after everything had laid so terrifyingly, so hauntingly beautiful and quiet. Not enough for his eyes to open - even thought like it was, Uta was stark aware, that he was not by himself anymore.
◆ [ Hey---! ] Single noise, drowned out yet once again. A fluttering breath to fill his lungs. [ Uta! Damn--- ] Something broke? Did he hear it? [ List--- I am here--- hey! ] Was it not enough? Was it not what he would want to hear? How ludicrous to see him quite like this, to watch a man of unexplainable and unimaginable powers broken and torn and like a porcelain doll unable to mend the cracks and seal the gaps. Whoever would lay eyes upon him - whoever would so truly know about what all the mask maker had hidden in the past it would explain itself as a charade of his own self. When his body had been aching and groaning, trapped still and unmoving in limp and far too still form. Healing oneself would have been such an easy task to fulfil - and healing was all blood and flesh and bones, broken and mangled, would do in deliberately setting themselves back into place.
◆ [ You are not alone, you know it! You were never alone! ]
◆ And he all but breathes when this set of words rushes through numbing mind tauntingly quaking in the back of his head { so truly dreamlike in how it wanted to mess with what little recognition of the moment had been there }. Ah, yes. Burning, the electrical surge of pain that tore him from the finely crafted body of a kakuja. Maybe he wanted it?
◆ ' Damnit! Wake up already. ' While sleep does elude him wholly.
◆ And everything that followed would come back as all but a recollection uttered by beloved lips a few hours later { fighting, fighting, they could rest up soon enough }. All had become a blur in these moments, all that had been said, desperate outcries, explanations, those hands that would wander his torn and near destroyed form { no pain at all, nothing that really would make him twitch or turn, too unbeknownst to the surrounding to try and hide from arms that - soon enough - had cradled him in strong grasp }. How delirious indeed, he could remember, when just told, that Renji tried to move them. Move them out and somewhere else, for the creatures created from a childish greed had found what was the host of far too much power and made to attack them. Wasn't it quite such a fantastical spectacle?
◆ That those who had been so powerful, would be unable to budge and move? And desperation, distress, pondering upon the what and the how { like a tragedy to unfurl? yes, yes just like this. the unexplainable desire to protect what he could have ripped away from life and destroyed in anger }. But never wanted to.
◆ And everything that happened in these few seconds---
◆ ---had been all but a blur.
◆ ' Please. ' A mind-numbing experience of a game they were not meant to play. ' Come on, I won't leave you behind. ' Louder, ever louder. A waning sensation of delight, destroying and lowering any defences his mind had built up swiftly and deliberately, now with the fine and simple cracks twisting themselves until it burst. ' Don't leave me. I love you. '
◆ Attackers dispersed into absolute nothingness.
◆ The calm around them settling in near haunting past breaths deeply taken that Uta was able to make out. Shaking, trembling of that strong physique that finds itself so closely pressed against him. It had only taken a mere few seconds for that devastating counter-attack to fill the space and then empty it out in as if there had been nothing at all to plague their minds. So Uta guesses - and assumes - that there is still something - someone - worth living for { as much as his mind would scream at him for it to be a lie }. But was it just? When his eyes took off the brilliant shine of burning red, falling pliant and softened like the breath he took that heaved lungs and made it appear like that picture-perfect shattered puppet was all the more alive and strings severed, being left to freely walk anew.
◆ "Let go, Ren."
◆ And it is barely even palpable, spoken into the nothingness right before him when eyes focus anew and adjust with these first words ever spoken since desperate pleas had reached near deaf ears and he means it - yet tingling sensations shivering thoughts did not want it quite at all. This hold was merely a necessity, for the grip around his otherwise limb form had tightened, leaving an ache the Mask Maker decides to be quite so - pleasant.
◆ Laughter that follows was filled with mirth, subtle and soft and like a breeze that would travel through the opened cavity of that 'room' they had found themselves trapped inside. And even though, that he had ushered words of obvious request, arms around him wouldn't loosen from their despairing tumult felt with the shake of strained muscle felt beneath his searching fingertips. That very hand that had lifted from its unsuspicious placement onto the ground. A hidden sort of power used in leading kagune to travel through cracks and holes and pierce and destroy from below what he would not permit to lay a single touch upon him. "Ren." Once again a little softer, with his lips to travel along smooth skin of neck exposed and chasing the pulse racing and heart to beat like a drum. Heavier, harder.
◆ While himself was still so pliant and calm within grasp. ' ... What? Ah. ' But there was no moment to let him go anymore, all that ache and pain be damned, the sore feeling of a slow piece by piece to be placed back together - it's such a deliberate masterpiece of tranquil destruction { who would have thought? that a set of three words was all that had been needed to re-enkindle will to live? }. Alas, such a heavy outcome to a personal war. Disrupted personalities, in need to be put back into place, like small little dolls, meant to stand right next to one another { and he could have smiled about it all, and did when widened eyes do find him with questioning gaze }. ' You... I'm sorry, I... '
◆ Higher and higher. That touch ceasing along arms that limber themselves around his form, still cradled so close and kept in that ever-lingering warmth that could reach all but his mind and soul. ' Are you in pain... I'm... ' Stumbling words.
◆ "Ren."
◆ And so he touches that delicate and chiselled shape of face feeling near too fragile and torn from its strength and grandeur, drawling with fingertips along the fine cut of jaw in soothing a lamenting, tormented soul. Meant to turn him, to tilt that beloved one that slightest bit closer to himself in the calming and quietening motions of a lullaby. Breathing in. Breathing out { again and again and again }, and his own heartbeat such a stark difference to the one that needed to find its own setting once again. Pain, yes. How he ached with different feelings. With throbbing desires. That tender moment of nothingness all but shared between one another.
◆ Let the world be damned for a few seconds just.
◆ Let the war between their fractions rage on for a few more gusts of wind.
◆ He could have laughed about it again, but all he did was smile when palm does rest alongside elegant cheek and tilt him and turn him to simply kiss his parted mouth. And how that taste had been all he ever wanted. Formerly adjusted, brushed away as if never existing anymore at all. All just desired, fingertips of that beloved soul to be felt in pressing deeply into his skin.
◆ An open-mouthed kiss. A breath shared between one another and wanting to have more and more. But not now. Not in that unfortunate set of events that had unfurled outside, in need of eradication of a greater disaster right at this time. And he smiled still about that shocked response received to words of comfort, of worrisome feelings settling deep in his chest. Moving himself to kiss lips yet once anew, sweet and light and benign to be had. "I'm fine, Ren." Fine.
◆ Fine. Truly calmed. Truly here in this moments' haunting quiet. And as if nothing had graced him ever once before, not a single laceration was there anymore to still litter comfortably held form. "Thank you." And oh how it aches - that silent sound, whispered breath of "I love you too."
#otabescere#◆ [ i can live neither with you; nor without you ] Renji#◆ [ drabble ]#[ HO BOY#◆ [ drabble ] main verse#i need a new tagging system or one that is more detailed#// ramona wtf chill#ALSO HERE YOU GO ; v ; /#i hope you like it HHHHH WEEPS A BIT#it was nice to write . w . ]
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