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#of course Byakuya used kido
my-my-my · 1 year
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For thighs, boobs and ass maybe shinji, buyaka and uryu? Plz
You can choose sfw or nsfw
Thanks for your patience!! I wrote this more nsfw, but it's pretty mild tbh!
TW: edging/teasing, some light dom/sub undertones (this is my bread and butter lol), mentions of candle/ice play.
Tags @stygianoir
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✨ SHINJI ✨
He's always struck me as an ass man for sure. He's really handsy with you too.
He'll never miss an opportunity to give you a good squeeze, he loves the feel of your ass in his hands.
Will purposely drop things and ask you to pick it up just so he can watch you bend over.
Not so much in the term of lingerie, but he really likes seeing you in booty shorts, or bikini bottoms. Like Aizen, there's something about the subtle peek of your bottom that gets him going (not to say he doesn't appreciate you nude at all).
He's not a particular fan of spanking you, but once in a while he'll give you one good spank just to see his handprint on your ass. But otherwise, he's just enamoured with you overall, but will pay close attention to your bottom.
🌸 BYAKUYA 🌸
Byakuya comes across as a cleavage/breasts kind of guy. There's something about your décolletage that stuns him, how even though you're seemingly strong, that part of you is so delicate.
He will gift you many necklaces to adorn your neckline, and even more expensive lingerie sets for when you two are alone.
He's not very rough with you, but more stern than anything. He loves to massage your breasts - making you feel good is more important to him than anything.
He's also very respectful about it, the first few times you two are together as a couple, he has a bit of a blush to his face, but his voice is stern and unwavering - he doesn't want to admit he had a quick look at your chest.
He doesn't like using nipple clamps on you - instead, he will use his mouth. Expect rough bites, and quick nips. Byakuya would also use something like ice cubs, or even candle/wax play on you. It's not so much the use of "mechanical" things on you, but rather something sensual instead.
I can see him using some form of kido during foreplay as well, like some kind of bakudo to bind you.
But overall, he's only playing in private and close quarters - he won't leave a mark on you!
🪡 URYUU🪡
The first thing that came to mind is that for you, Uryuu would design and make custom lingerie sets. He would know your measurements, he would get the most exquisite lace and materials to adorn you.
Of course, he would ask for your input in terms of colour and such, but you're his model and his star - you trust him to design something beautiful (and he does!)
But his absolute weakness is with your breasts. He gets flustered seeing them covered in the beautiful lace he created. He blushes hard when he sees you wearing his creations.
Some days when you two are at home and relaxing, his way to "decompress" is just to play with your breasts (with your permission of course!) or lay on them.
Uryuu would also get adventurous and try designing and making latex suits for you - something that would make your cleavage pop and hug your curves. (He'll get a nosebleed once you wear it though).
All in all though, he's so appreciative that you're also willing to try on what he makes. He's used to being shut down, but the fact that you love what he creates, just makes him fall for you even harder.
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sashi-ya · 1 year
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➡ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ~ 𝐊𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐱 𝐅! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 [𝐂𝐡.4]
fourth part! this is as sweet and romantic as Byakuya can get but... for how long this will last...?
tw: oral. biting. mirror sex. vag sex. unprotected sex. creampie. possesive making love.
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Byakuya looks at you to calm you down, as the special guards take you to the first squad facilities jail…
ㅤ ㅤChapter 4: Oh, to be young and in love!
“Taicho… what is gonna happen?” you ask, scared. It’s gonna be the first time you get arrested, especially because of being a suspect of treason? You are mad, not also frightened, how could they consider Byakuya a potential traitor when he gave his own life so many times to protect Soul Society? He was dying a few months ago for it!
“Nothing, this isn’t new. Don’t worry, we will be out in a matter of hours” he mumbles, completely calmed. Perhaps he is fuming inside, but his mien shows nothing but pride and security. A security you are actually in need of now.
Already inside, and under -well, not exactly under- the severe look of captain Sui-feng, you are escorted to the cell. Of course, they first ask for your zanpakuto. That, and your shihakusho, leaving you with only the white garments you wear under the black furisode every day.
“I know your power, Kuchiki Taicho. Abstain yourself from using any type of kido” the short captain says, closing the cell’s door with both of you inside. “Why would I, captain Sui Feng? We haven’t done anything” Byakuya calmly answers back but burning holes in her image with his sharp gaze.
Spiritual pressure rising, oppressive feeling of two strong captains fighting in silence for dominance. It makes you feel dizzy, even if you are really strong yourself. You wonder who would win, none is blinking. However, there is nobody with scarier most serious presence than your lover, and that is shown as Sui Feng turns around exhibiting clear signs of shortness of breath.  
Byakuya walks to the other side of the cell. He leans over the wall, allowing the soft silvery shine of the moon, that filters through a little window, to illuminate his profile. “Ugh…” he huffs, crossing his arms. You are not sure if you are the one making him feel uncomfortable, but you limit yourself to simply yawn and remain silent.
“You must be really tired, (Name)” he utters, sliding to the floor and finally sitting. You smile softly, indeed, you are more than tired. You haven’t slept last night nor this one. Not only you had made love with that man a few hours ago, but also you had to fight against hollows, and now you are in prison. Nothing could get crazier, or maybe yes…
“I’m just a little bit tired, but it’s ok Taicho” you lie, you are about to collapse on your own feet. “Come here” he commands, patting his lap softly with his still gloved hand. You frown in confusion, what does he want?
You obey, sitting next to him, hugging your legs, and resting your chin on your knees. But, to your surprise and after a sweet subtle giggle, Byakuya pulls you against him. “Rest here, is not a bed, but at least place your head over my legs. Come on” he whispers, tucking a tuft of hair behind your ear while you cheek gets pressed against his thigh.  
You notice how he struggles a little to take his captain’s haori off, and just as he does, he places it over you, covering you with it, like a mantle of protection and love. Exactly mimicking how you feel to be his subordinate, he might seem like a loner, and he indeed tends to do things on his own, but... is it really because Byakuya doesn’t trust his nakama? Or is it because he doesn’t want you all to be put in danger?
You bite your lower lip, it’s almost like a dream. Is this how Byakuya will act towards you now? Affection will be included? You feel a million butterflies dancing in your stomach, happiness invading every inch of your body. Smiling you dare to get a little more comfortable, caressing his leg with your thumb. He is ok with it; he plays with the red cord that ties your hair in a ponytail. And, even if you would want to stay awake just to enjoy every second of this, your eyes finally shut…
“My, my… Kuchiki Taicho? What happened?” Kyoraku Shunsui asks him, whispering. The general captain of the Gotei 13 is a true gentleman, he knows you are sleeping, and he won’t wake you up. He, himself, looks sleepy too. The sun hasn’t even risen yet, but, Nanao-chan has informed him about your arrests.
“I’m not really sure, I was just punished because I happened to hide my reiatsu while patrolling as you had ordered” Byakuya whispers back, never taking his hand off your back. He knows Shunsui is a Casanova, and, he wants to ascertain dominance over you.
Kyoraku massages his temples, he knows exactly why Sui-Feng hates Byakuya, and also knows why he had been concealing his spiritual pressure. He only smirks while fixing his pink flowery haori, and quickly unlocks the cell. “Come on, I have a lady waiting for me in bed. Go, go” he commands moving his hand in obvious signs of hurrying the sixth squad’s captain to get out.
You, who up until this point were totally asleep, begin to wake up. Moaning a little and gripping your hand tightly to Byakuya’s thigh you finally open your eyes. “Sh sh, go back to sleep” he whispers, patting your back. When he is sure you have fallen back to sleep, he lifts you up in his arms.
The general captain looks at the sweetest scene that he could swear Byakuya has ever protagonised since he was a baby in Sojun’s arms. Some tears form in his eyes, wondering what Jushiro would think of this if he saw such cute moment. “Naughty little Kuchiki has grown up too much…” he thinks.
Before Byakuya leaves using his flash step, Shunsui places his hand on his shoulder. “Heh, you youngster… be more careful next time, a bed would suit the lady a little better than the middle of the barracks. Also, take three days off, enjoy ~”
Your lover, who rarely smiles, this time does. He likes order, but the new general captain ways of conducting the Gotei 13 feels refreshing to him. “Thank you” he sighs, feeling the warmth of his superior and leaving as fast as possible.
“Ah… to be young and in love!”
The chirping birds resonate in your head, you haven’t slept a lot, but you surely feel refreshed. The scent of sweet camellias invade your nostrils, giving you the impression that you aren’t in that cell any longer. Blurry vision turns to a more precise one after some seconds, being Byakuya’s naked back your first clear image.
You recognize his room, after all you have been sleeping there for some months now. When did you come here?
“Taicho?” you ask, noticing you aren’t on your futon but on his bed. Byakuya turns around, while he fixes his long hair up into a messy ponytail. “Morning” he mumbles, coming closer to the bed and sitting right next to you. “Did you sleep well?” he asks, moving your hair out of your face.
You swallow, even after having bathed him, after having cured his wounds, even after having sex with him, the intimacy of this moment feels totally new. What happened to him, you have no idea, but you are sure you wanna enjoy this for as long as it lasts.
“I did, thank you… but when…” you want to ask, but you are shut up by a sudden kiss on your forehead. He surely knows how to be romantic, even if he seems as if he was made out of ice. “I’m sorry, I promise this will change. What happened last night shouldn’t repeat. You don’t deserve this” he excuses to you, getting under the sheets. You begin to panic, what is he talking about? Does he… does he want to stop this? that’s what he meant?
You lips tremble, it’s impossible for you to stop them. Not even you knew that the alone thought of this ending could make you feel so badly.
Byakuya frowns, he is absolutely clueless of your reaction. “What’s going on? Are you ok?” he asks, really concerned by the way your eyes get shiny. “You- you want this to end, don’t you?” you ask, cringing at your own weakness showing.
His soft hands land on your cheeks. For the first time Byakuya’s expression matches yours, he is as scared as you are just to hear the word “end”. “No, I don’t want this to end! I want to treat you like the woman you are!” he exclaims, sounding nothing like the calm and low captain you know.
Air finally reaches your lungs; relief makes your heart beat again. “Oh… but, you-“ you whisper back, placing your hand on his slightly blushed cheek. Is hard to push down your throat the impulse of screaming how much you love him. Just as the first time your eyes saw, from over the branch of a tree, that noble teenager swinging his wooden katana, your heart wants to jump off your chest. Because even if you are sure he never registered your existence until you became an officer of his squad, you know him very well, you have loved him since then… Yoruichi-sama had been your captain before running away with Urahara-san, and that red cord you usually wear to tie your hair is the one she stole from a young grumpy Byakuya a century ago…
You recognize in his deep blue eyes that, just like you, he wants to say something, but his tongue is tied. It’s ok. There is no need to speak. They say eyes never lie, and you know that the words that in silence both scream, are exactly the same…
I love you; they say. I need you; they confess. Don’t leave me; they beg.
Minutes pass, or maybe it’s just seconds. Peace is what you both feel, even if the world would end, even if the stars would fall right now… nothing could matter. Not right now, and surely not for as long as your eyes don’t abandon each other’s.
“Kuchiki-sama, your breakfast is ready” a voice behind the doors of Byakuya’s room breaks the momentum. You are not mad, you are glad. It’s the first time you listen to someone in the house knock at his door, because you usually leave before anyone else wakes up. Is not that Byakuya had asked for it, but, you prefer it that way. You were there, up until a few nights ago, to take care of him… and anything else.
“Should I… hide?” you ask, you don’t want to cause any trouble to him. “Why? By the time I open the doors there will be nobody there, only our food” he says, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead before walking out of bed. It doesn’t seem as if Byakuya would like to hide you, but you are still a little concerned about all of this sudden burst of freedom.
Nothing feels real; The warm rays of a spring sun coming from the big windows of Byakuya’s room shine their light over your countenance. You feel like the luckiest woman alive, like a noble, like a queen maybe. You turn around to see him walking to the door, Byakuya-san is only wearing some flowy hakama, yet he is bare chested. He has never been that comfortable around you, real intimacy isn’t about touching, nor even about sharing secrets, but this, feeling free in company.
“So, what do you prefer? Matcha or sakura tea?” he asks, bringing a tray to the bed. You bite your lips; this only happens in the living world’s movies… who would have said Byakuya was such a sweet romantic man?
“If I had to choose, you know I’d only chose sakura flowers” you giggle, hoping for him to catch the sweet analogy to his powers. “Very well…” he says, smirking and unable to look you in the eyes. He blushes like a teenager, and you are sure that this feels as surreal for him as it does for you.
He hands you a fine porcelain cup and uncovers the gourmet variety of dishes his chefs have prepared for you. There is from salt treats to sweet buns. Everything you could think of. “I don’t really know what you prefer, so I asked my chefs to prepare different flavours… maybe you like… sweets?” he mumbles, pausing at the last words. You notice a glimpse of pain and perhaps longing for older times in his voice.
You know exactly what’s on his mind, sweet food was probably Hisana’s choice. You are not mad, nor sad. You know he still and will love her forever; you understand. If you love someone, you love them with all of what they are, their present, their future, and above all, their past, the happenings that turned them in what they are today.
“I like everything, honestly! I can eat a huge variety, but if I had to chose I would go with these pancakes! They taste amazing!” you say, smiling in pure bliss with your mouth stuffed.
Your beam is like a balsam to his wounds, and little by little he recovers that same look that he had up until some minutes ago. “Thanks…” he mutters, fixing his eyes into the steamy cup of tea in his hands.
“Why?” you ask, trying to look at his now closed eyes. “For everything…” he whispers, with barely no voice. It’s so hard for him to speak about his feelings, to even say thank you. He feels a storm inside his guts, there is so much that needs to be said, to be screamed at the top of his lungs… but he can’t, he is still not ready.
“Taicho, don’t thank me. Everything I did it’s because I wanted to, because that’s how I felt it” you confess, because is nothing but the truth. You reach for the black strands of hair that fall over his face and tuck them behind his ear. What a beautiful face he has, so serious but so sweet at the same time.
Byakuya looks up, you have missed his soft, needy, and weak sight. “Kyoraku Taicho has given us three days off. Renji is coming back this afternoon, I have something to propose” he finally says, trying to deflect the attention from his fragility moment.
You choke on your breakfast. “Free days?! Tell me Taicho, please!” you chime, excited. Doing different stuff from working with Byakuya sounds perfect. He giggles, your captain is weak for your cute reactions.
“First, stop calling me Taicho when we are alone. Then, I don’t know if I ever tell you but back in the day I used to visit the Rukon-gai. I used to bring food and necessities for the kids there…” he tells you, making you love him even more than you thought it was possible. “I’m not gonna lie, the elders weren’t that happy with it and much less when I…” he cuts his own words.
“When you met Hisana-sama, right?” you finish his sentence, you need him to speak more freely about it, you wanna show him you are completely ok with it. “Uhum… but when she passed, I stopped going there though my workers keep sending them what they need” he finishes.
“Byakuya… Hisana-sama had surely a heart of gold but… how could you not fall for a man that defies his whole family just for love and helping those in need?”  you mumble, taking the cup from his hand and intertwining your fingers with his. “Yes, I wanna go with you!”
Byakuya places his forehead on yours, he is so happy you understand what he wanted to do, but specially because he didn’t need to ask for it. “Let’s get ready, then”  
You quickly stand up from bed, you are so excited you didn’t notice your lack of clothing. An almost transparent loose silk kimono covers your naked body. You realize he must have changed you whenever you got there. You trust him so much that you didn’t even notice when it happened, his soft hands were so delicate you didn’t wake up.
“This is... beautiful” you mumble, looking yourself on his mirror. You also notice the red string that you use in your hair missing. But you don’t panic, Byakuya surely has saved it.
“You are beautiful... by the way, if you are looking for this... I got it” he says, pointing at his hair. You discover the crimson tie around his pure dark hair, it makes you widen your eyes... flashbacks of the past, where you two were barely teenagers hit you.
You blush, does Byakuya really know who’s the real owner of that cord? “You- you can wear it! That hairstyle suits you” you stutter, telling him nothing but the truth.
“I’m sure it does... you see, I used to have one like this” he says, coming closer to you. You look at his reflection as he wraps his arms around your waist from behind.
You try to act cool, but it’s almost impossible for you... having that man so close to your body, implying he knows your “secret”...
“I’m gonna shower, would you like to come?” Byakuya asks, whispering sexily next to your ear. He has been waiting for this, lust overflows his mind and body... he feels freed from those guilty ties that were holding him back, and a beast has been unleashed...
You do a little slow dance, grazing your back and ass against him. Your hands squeeze his, as they rest on your belly. “after you, Byakuya-sama” you purr. That was the last straw, that man can’t wait any longer and you will face the consequences of so many decades of  repression... again.
Byakuya turns you around, rather violently and not delicate at all. “What are you? I can’t stop myself” he mumbles, half muzzled by your lips sealed with his in a heated kiss. He unties the kimono covering your body, your shoulders seem a good place for him to bite. He wants to leave marks, marks all over your body. He wants you to be his, he wants you to be his only, your body his property.
So many kisses he places all over, he goes down, and lower. Your skin reacting, your legs quivering. His lips landing on your dripping core, your right leg resting on his shoulder. A better access to your womanhood, Byakuya’s blue eyes fixed on yours as he looks up and nuzzles on your core…
“Byak-“ you gasp, throwing your head back enjoying his tongue motions. It’s the first time he does this to you, and it was for sure worth the wait. The reflection of your bodies succumbing to lust is too much for you to watch, but, not for him. Byakuya enjoys the way such depiction of concupiscence is reflected on there, he goes from your raptured countenance to the mirror on the side.
“Look at yourself, please” he mumbles, muzzled by your entrance against his face. Shamefully, you take a look. What a beautiful man, the way his shoulder blades protrude, the muscles of his back moving whenever he uses his fingers aside from his tongue, the way his belly goes up and down as breathing had become optional while devouring you.
You can’t think straight, you are just a slave of your pleasure. “You- Byaku… kuya, you- I l-“ you stutter, panting, trembling, stopping yourself from confessing something he probably already knows. “What, (Name)? Say it” he urges you, burying his nails on your thigs. His eyes are pleading for something, behind the lustful look there is something more, a loving needy man… “I… I-“ you moan, so ready to pronounce the word love. “I.. I lo…” your lips tremble, orgasm is so near, almost unstoppable.
“You…” he grunts, standing up and throwing you to the bed. You land with your back, your hair framing your face, about to come. Byakuya’s outburst of passion turn him into something else, his noble refined attitude still remains, but just as when he has to fight, he becomes an unstoppable beast.
The belt that hold his hakama closed in an instant becomes untied. He throws them to the side, pulling you up so your head finally reaches your pillows. His hand under your waist, the other one around his shaft. He guides himself inside you, penetrating you mercifully, making you shiver and whine loudly.
“Mine… be mine” he repeats as he punishes you with endless thrusts, his hair falling on each side of his face, his lips semi open, frowning in pure pleasure. “Hah… hah…” he moans and kisses the inner side of your shin as he goes in and out, in and out.
You grip your hands around the fine silk sheets, your toes curl, your eyes fix on his whenever he opens them. “I’m about to-” you barely mumble, biting your lips right after. “Come for me, please” he orders, bending over you allowing you to surround his waist with your legs. Melted both in one, the last blow is given by his hips for you to reach climax.
He traps every of your wails with his mouth… he kisses you; he bites you; he licks your lips. “Mine, are you mine?” Byakuya repeats while your walls spasm around his shaft and it makes him shiver, tremble with pure arousal. Is that a declaration of love? Or is it just that he is used to get everything he wants? After all, this man is the head of one of the most important and rich noble clans.
But, who are you to say no to his request? No matter why he wants you, you are definitely all his. “I am yours, all yours” you whisper in his ear, as he falls over you so ready to finish.  Again, risking it all, passion and lust has completely fogged Byakuya’s judgement. And yours, as well.
Maybe the elders have pressured Byakuya to give them the next Kuchiki… but is this how would he want it…? “Don’t waste a single drop, please” he moans, biting the lobe of your ear as relief  hits him and you feel the pressure of his seed inside you.
His little whines and grunts is all you can hear, the warmth of his breathe on your neck, the weight of his body over yours, the softness of his pale skin against yours… Is there anything else you could ask for now? Surely, not. Nothing could feel better, nothing at all… and nothing could ruin this moment…
Nothing… right?
“KUCHIKI TAICHO!! I’M BACK!!!!” “RENJI DON’T OPEN THE DOOR!”
“TAICHOU???” “NII-SAMA?!”
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w1cked-w1tch · 1 year
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So..... re: fic writers writing Mayuri like some sexless, detached weirdo..... this is gonna be very long and rambling and the Mayuri part will be at the end. I took my Adderall today and my brain is moving a mile a minute thinking about this, buckle up. The entirety of this post is a spoiler.
I'm powerwatching the entirety of the original Bleach series. I'm currently watching the fights between the Captains and Espada. I've been watching 8-10 episodes a day for the last 23 days so everything that's happened thus far is fresh in my mind. This is also one of my absolute favorite parts in the entire series. These opinions are subject to change, especially since I haven't finished watching the series yet. Please feel free to offer a different point of view.
ANYWAY! The Espada that the captains fight are mirrors of themselves in their personalities, their powers, and even somewhat in their aesthetics. The only difference is, said Espada have not learned a very important lesson that said captains HAVE learned.
Kenpachi and Nnoitra are both huge, (literally huge, kenpachi is 6'7" and Nnoitra is 7') cocky brutes who live to fight. They've both got that muscled but incredibly lean body type. (Yes Kenpachi too. He's less than 200lbs despite being almost 7 feet tall.) And of course the long hair, eyepatch, exposed chest, and huge toothy smile. Kenpachi has learned that it doesn't matter what package his opponents skills come in. Man, woman, soul reaper, arrancar, it doesn't matter. He's learned to respect his opponents, and he doesn't let his desire to be the strongest cloud his judgment during battle. He knows that there are people out there who are stronger than him, that there probably always WILL be, and he's accepted it. He knows that he will probably die at the hands of somebody stronger than him someday. He even verbally acknowledges that he may die in this battle. Nnoitra, on the other hand, refuses to accept a woman being stronger than he is. He refuses to really believe ANYBODY could be stronger. He seems to have somewhat of an inferiority complex despite this. Not only does he desire to be the strongest, he's desperate to be the strongest. He's so desperate that he lets his anger cloud his judgment in his fight with Kenpachi. He's not looking for Kenpachis weaknesses, he's just relying on his brute strength and his hierro to get him through the battle. He arrogantly believes that every hit he gets on Kenpachi is one hit away from the finishing blow, even going so far as to turn his back on him when he goes down briefly. Kenpachi, on the other hand, pays careful attention to Nnoitra's skills and continues to adapt during their battle, even using a technique he says he hates. In his arrogance and desperation he ignores Kenpachi's mercy, instead choosing to fight to the death. Arrogance and disregard/underestimation of the enemy will be a theme here.
Byakuya and Zommari are the most different aesthetically. Their personalities are very similar though. They're both very stoic in an arrogant way. Zommari calls Byakuya arrogant several times, and says it disgusts him. He hasn't realized that he's the one who is truly arrogant. Byakuya comes off that way, but its because he knows how strong he is. Byakuya also knows full well that he comes off as arrogant. Zommari doesn't seem to. Zommari's arrogance is what ultimately does him in. During their entire fight Byakuya is analyzing Zommari's power and skill. Zommari fails to do this, his confidence in his own powers clouds his judgement. This brings in another similarity between them. Zommari says at the beginning of the fight that his powers may seem like magic to an outsider. Byakuya, towards the end of the fight, says that he guessed correctly that Zommari's powers are similar to Kido. Kido would probably seem like magic to an outsider and Byakuya is incredibly skilled in kido. Their special flash step skills are similar as well, being so fast that they leave an after image. At the end of the fight Zommari asks Byakuya if he's ever stopped to consider what he's doing, if he's ever thought about the meaning of killing hollows as if it's a natural thing to do, why he thinks he can kill hollows, if soul reapers think they're God's, who gave them the authority to kill hollows, who gave them the authority to protect humans, tells him that nobody has given him those rights and calls him arrogant once again. This further proves that the only person he thinks about is himself. He can only think about himself and his own beliefs to the point that he doesn't even bother to think about his opponents skills in battle. Not to mention that the Gotei 13 was formed to help keep the balance of the world, and killing hollows is part of that. Byakuya tells Zommari that he's not killing him because he's a hollow, he's killing him because he aimed his blade at his only pride and our view switches from him to Rukia. Byakuya has learned how to think about other people and step outside of his beliefs when it's necessary.
Now to the part that sparked this whole essay. Mayuri's and Szayelaporro's aesthetics both incorporate Aposematism, though Szayelaporro really only exhibits that aesthetic in his released form. They've both got the mad scientist thing going on. They're both very cocky. They're both very brilliant. They both largely view other people as subjects to be experimented on. They're both very theatrical. Now, Szayelaporro is definitely more outwardly sexual. He's got that sensual, hedonistic vibe going on. His Zanpakuto shows this as well. The name in the Japanese version being Fornicarás (You Will Fornicate) and in the English version being La Lujuriosa (The Lustful, or One Who Shows Lustfulness). Mayuri isn't anywhere near as outwardly lewd as Szayelaporro. He's much more subtle. Have you noticed the placement of his sword? He wears it between his legs so that it appears phallic. Like a codpiece. This placement doesn't contribute to the intimidation factor of the rest of his get-up, so why do it? Because he's a fucking pervert, that's why. He thinks it's funny. Plus the..... whatever the fuck it is that he does to Nemu to revive her after the fight. Theres also the image we get of him in the 10th opening where he's sitting, legs splayed and holding the hilt of his sword as though it was his dick, and we're looking up at him as though we're about to give him a blow job. And Nemu's outfit? Her body type? Nobody seems to take these things into account. Mayuri created and dressed her that way on purpose. As far as Szayelaporro being a reflection of Mayuri, I suppose the argument could be made that his outward sexuality is part of the reflection that is the bad part of Mayuri. Something Mayuri has overcome that Szayelaporro has not. But I don't think that's the case. It's not touched on at all during the fight. Plus, like I said, whatever weird thing he did AFTER the fight to revive Nemu sounded like he was molesting her. It wouldn't have happened that way if he didn't WANT it to happen that way. He denies it being NSFW, but it's obvious hes being sarcastic for the sake of things being tv friendly. No, Mayuri makes it quite clear what hurdle he has overcome that Szayelaporro has not. The pursuit of perfection.
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It's also clear that his downfall was believing he was already perfect, when no such thing exists. His belief in that also making him believe he couldn't be defeated. Unlike Zommari, Szayelaporro does take his opponents skills into consideration. He's got contingencies like Mayuri does. His failing was not having a backup plan for his backup plan because he thinks his Gabriel is enough to save him. Mayuri comes essentially armed to the teeth with contingencies. We've seen his regenerative abilities, his plan z slime get away, Konjiki Ashisogi Jizo's self destruct mechanism, and the way he talks about drugging Nemu's body tells us he's taken into consideration every possible way she could have been attacked or used against him. Szayelaporro had become so self obsessed that he didn't think he needed such things. In thinking he'd reached perfection he didn't think he'd be affected by such things. That was his downfall.
Anyway. All this to say, please for the love of God stop writing Mayuri like he'd be some purely clinical, sterile scientist in bed. Stop writing him like he'd be uninterested in physically participating in his partners pleasure. Stop writing him like he'd be the kind of person who sees no point in sexual urges or sexual pleasure, or like he'd get rid of his own ability to feel those things. He's very obviously a huge pervert and if you think he doesn't have a room full of things he invented for bedroom activities you're so incredibly wrong. We are shown how much of a pervert he is through his own actions, as well as through his reflection in Szayelaporro. Do the man justice, god damn it.
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Byakuya Kuchiki (Bleach) Short Story: Chapter 1
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"You're slow."
"G-Gomen, Kuchiki-taicho!"
You replied trying to match pace as you jumped through the skies of Karakura Town.
Just your luck that you would get stuck with this stickler.
Truth of the matter is you weren't even a seated officer. Usually you were fine hiding out in the fourth squad barracks healing the wounded.
However, for this mission they'd requested someone to accompany the team on this trip to the world of the living and your Taicho had so graciously nominated you. Now you are tracking activity with Byakuya, Rukia and Ichigo. You understood why Rukia was here. She was always trying to assist her brother. Ichigo has just stumbled upon you three and decided to join.
"Are you certain this is where the others were?"
"Of course I am. I took down the first two. You think I'm stupid!!"
Byakuya didn't reply to Ichigo's statement which only irritated him more.
You sighed internally.
Between dealing with this perfectionist and hoping these hollows had taken a vacation, you were nearing your limit. You weren't used to this. You kept feeling like you would make one wrong move and be banished from Byakuya's sight. He wasn't that heartless, but his gaze was chilling.
It's obvious that whatever had been here is gone now.
For the next half an hour, you all do a sweep of the town. When it's decided that the threat is diminished, you all retire to Kisuke's shop to regroup and possibly implement a new plan tomorrow.
Rukia and Ichigo have left for a while. Byakuya refuses to stay in Kisuke's place, so he'd also left. Now it's just you. It's weirdly peaceful. You have a chance to gather your bearings.
Think.
The night has already fallen.
The day feels like a complete waste and you can't help but wonder if it's your fault.
You flash step, landing on the roof of Kisuke's shop, a bit defeated.
"Why are you still awake?"
You scream at the voice, and Byakuya just watches you blankly.
"G-GOMEN!!!"
You bow repeatedly, and he says nothing, standing there, looking up at the sky.
It's awkward, you don't know why he's back here. Maybe he was doing another check for the hollows.
You feel another pang, sitting down slowly.
His dedication is just another display of how amazing he is in this position.
You're nothing more than a healer, and an average one at that.
The reminder is painful.
"I know the only reason I'm here is because of Unohana-taichou. I really think you guys could have gotten someone better."
You laugh awkwardly, scratching your head. It's embarrassing to admit that you're weak. Compared to Rukia, Byakuya, Ichigo, your abilities were that of a bug.
Useless.
"Unohana was not the one who requested that you come, it was me."
You freeze at his words.
"You may not recall, but when Aizen injured me, you were one of the reapers who helped me heal. I had already accepted my faith. I almost abandoned my only family. Your hands were shaking as you worked to summon your kido. You were scared. Something about your gaze was comforting. It was a sign. Even though you were afraid, you did the job. It was a reminder that fear did not have to be absolute."
You barely believe it. You hadn't even remembered the moment until he brought it up. So much had gone down then. It felt so far away.
"I admire your strength, despite your clear weaknesses. You..remind me of someone. Someone strong that I knew."
Your eyes are shaking. You can't say that you ever expected those words to leave his lips. Especially not directed at you.
"T-Thank you Kuchiki-taicho!!!"
You bow, because at that moment you aren't sure what else to do. You almost feel like crying. When you straighten, he smiles.
Actually smiles.
"Call me Byakuya."
You might just die.
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In reaction to your previous post: I believe that should there come a day where Yumichika archives Bankai, I believe that all those who had ever harmed Ikkaku or Yumichika have reason to be afraid. His Bankai would like be something to kill with much more beauty than even his shikai form.
Ikkaku, however, seems to be an interesting matter. I cannot seem to figure out ho he would have seemed dangerous enough to be put in the Maggot’s Nest.
Also, I am one who isn’t afraid of you. I am not afraid of what you have done/what you could do. I find it interesting, endearing even. I am happy to be open with you because I know there is much you have yet to decipher about me.
Question time: Are you as curious to Byakuya’s true levels of strength as I am? During the Zampakutō Rebellion arc, he is seen showing great amounts of power even when he was severely injured and should not have been able to. He was holding that fissure mostly on his own(with Senbonzakura’s help obvi), and likely would have continued to be able to.
Am I curious about Kuchiki Byakuya's reiatsu? No, not in the slightest.
During countless captain's meetings over the course of centuries, I have felt the Kuchiki clan head's spiritual pressure resonate against my own. I have watched him fight. I know its shape, its taste, its... limits. He is, indeed, strong--stronger than most--but hardly remarkable.
He's quite pretty, though. Perhaps that fuels your fascination?
I find many people place more value in the things they find attractive for one reason or another. Maybe you admire his stoic, if deeply repressed personality? Speaking of the Zanpakuto Rebellion, it was not at all surprising to me to find that Senbonzakura wears an oni mask as part of their highly traditional samurai garb. I seems obvious to even the most casual observer that Captain Kuchiki also hides his true, passionate nature.
That, however, a boring sort of puzzle to me. I am not particularly moved by the so-tragedy of a 'poor little rich boys' and their struggles against tradition, societal expectations, and gilded cages. I find Captain Kuchiki's slavish devotion to rules to be tiresome and the sign of a weak and cowardly mind.
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I find the Sixth's lieutenant far more interesting. It is still a regret of mine that I was unable to tame Abarai in a way in which he would have been more useful to me. I wish, too, that he had been a more apt Kido student. What Abarai Renji could have been under my tutelage is nothing more than frighteningly capable. He could have been a brilliant star in my army, a force to be reckoned with.
But dogs and foxes, you know. They simply don't mix. Gin and Abarai forever butted heads, and in the end my investment in Gin mattered more than a pretty possibility.
Alas.
As for the rest--your conjectures about the denizens of the Eleventh are hardly revelatory. Of course, Asayegawa would be vindictive; he already is. Unlike your suppositions regarding his bankai, I have actually wondered if the reason Asayegawa hasn't yet achieved it is, in fact, because it might require him to embrace his ugly nature. Or, perhaps, it is pure Kido type, which is another thing he'd never accept since he has such a deep desire to please his partner and his captain. Again, nothing but wasteful foolishness.
And.... you find me endearing?
Ha.
Well, at your own risk, ace-thorn, my dear. At your own risk.
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Coming back to you
Hanatarou saw Ichigo grunting in pain as his consciousness returned.
“Rukia,” he croaked. “Bakayaro, I’m right here. Why did you leap out in front of me like that? You’ve got such a bad slash on your stomach.” Rukia squeezed Ichigo’s hand, taking care to stay outside of Hanatarou’s healing kido barrier. Ichigo forehead smoothed out. “That’s what we do right? I’m glad you’re okay.”
“Rukia, we can’t wait here any longer. We have to catch up to the squad ahead.” Byakuyas voice was soft but firm. “Ichigo can catch up to us once Hanatarou has patched him up.”
“Hai, oni-sama. Hanatarou, you can manage this without us right?”
“Of course, Rukia sama.” Hanatarou murmured. “It won’t take much longer.”
As she moved to stand up, Ichigo held on to her hand, “Rukia, wait. I can still fight.”
“Ichigo - we’ve talked about this before, right? This battle is bigger than any of us. I’ll be as safe as I possibly can be.”
“You’re right.” Ichigo let go of her hand. Leaning down again, Rukia murmured, “East of the sun, west of the moon.” And then she was gone.
Hanatarou smiled. Out of all the sayings in Soul Society, he was especially fond of this one. A promise between two souls, that no matter how impossible the odds were, they’d make their way back to each other again.
“East of the sun, west of the moon, I’ll come back to you soon.”
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Ichiruki prompt Day 8: East of the sun, west of the moon! Hope you enjoyed!
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renruki pls
Send a Ship
Who is a night owl: I think they both can be but perhaps Rukia slightly more than Renji
Who is a morning person: Renji mostly because Byakuya doesn’t tolerate tardiness and Renji takes his training very seriously. 
Are they cuddlers: Yes! But not in public. I imagine that when they were children, they would sleep huddled together for warmth and it wasn’t until they moved to the Seireitei that they stopped doing this. Now that they are together and sleeping in the same bed, they’ve fallen back into their old habits. Even when just on the couch or sitting around, Rukia will sit close to Renji, with her back resting against him or leaning on his shoulder or even her legs thrown over his lap. 
Who is the big spoon: Renji
Who is the little spoon: Rukia 
What is their favourite sleeping position: Hmm probably with Renji turned toward her on his side, slightly curled, arm thrown over her waist and legs tangled together, his chin resting on top of her head. Rukia nestled against his chest, pressed up against him for warmth and comfort, listening to his heartbeat. 
Who steals all the blankets: Renji
What they wear to bed: Rukia probably a nightgown or one of Renji’s shirts. Renji most likely in just boxers.
Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt: Renji adores seeing Rukia in his shirts. 
Who falls asleep mid-conversation: Renji probably lol especially when Rukia’s going on about Chappy and he’s exhausted 
Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares: Rukia mostly. 
Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep: Rukia ... again... “accidently”
Who can’t keep their hands to themself: I think this is equal between them. I think Renji loves being able to touch Rukia and not just in a friendzoned way. He’s been working toward this feeling of domesticity between them for a long time. Rukia also is really comfortable with Renji physically and loves playing with his hair or tracing his tattoos down his skin with her fingertips. 
Who said “I love you” first: Renji. Imagine how long this poor boy has been waiting to say those words to her? Obviously they’ve shown that they love the other through actions and other words numerous times but Renji would be the first to actually say it to Rukia. 
Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background: They both would because they are both dorks. In fact, I can it as a competition between them for who can take the most dorkiest photo of the other and using these photos as their backgrounds. 
Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror: Rukia would, of course, leave notes and draw chappy in the bathroom mirror and I feel like Renji would reciprocate with his own note - albeit chappy -less.
Who buys the other cheesy gifts: hmm Rukia would buy Renji cheesy gifts. Not super expensive ones but just random stuff to make his life easier. Renji wouldn’t go for cheesy - he’d either make her something with his own hands or buy her something really unique and rare. Of course he gets her little chappy stuff but that’s not really cheesy for her. 
Who initiated the first kiss: Rukia. I don’t think Renji would go for the kiss without some sort of explicit cue that Rukia wanted him to kiss her. I think after all this time of holding himself back and restraining himself, he would talk himself out of just going for it. 
Who kisses the other awake in the morning: Renji kisses Rukia awake in the morning and probably runs his hand through her hair affectionately. 
Who starts tickle fights: This is a both of them situation. It just depends on who feels like it first. Rukia has the added advantage of kido whereas Renji has the a longer reach. 
Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower: hmm so I feel like this could be an either or situation as well. Renji would never presume to just join her and would ask her before assuming whereas if Rukia wanted to, she’d also ask first. So both would ask? 
Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch: Renji surprises Rukia with lunches because he knows she tends to work through her lunch and maybe isn’t quite as social as he is so he’ll mostly do this. Rukia will occasionally show up and surprise him at his office but it’s mostly Renji surprising Rukia. 
Who was nervous and shy on the first date: Renji! I imagine that he plans out their entire first date and does his best to incorporate everything he knows she’d like! He really wants to impress her and show her that not only can he be a great friend but an attentive date as well. I think Renji gets nervous that things won’t go as planned or if they don’t go as planned that she’ll be disappointed and think less of him. (which she won’t but he isn’t convinced of that).  Rukia actually loves when he plans out dates with her. 
Who kills/takes out the spiders: Renji mostly because Rukia just doesn’t want to do it. Again, her fear is snakes, not spiders. 
Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk: Renji because omg he finally got the girl he’s been in love with forever! How could he not? But see, I think Rukia might do this too, especially if he was in her vicinity when she was drunk. 
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Penumbra
Chapter 4: A Glimpse of the Sun
Children were few and far between in the Soul Society, at least in the Seireitei and especially amongst the noble families. The usual culprits being either widowed all too soon or being duty bound to create an heir, loving couple or not. A thing Rukia found to be rather tragic. Souls often lost track of how old they became; the insignificance of it after a few decades. Yet somehow, spending your life with your beloved was as rare as having a Bankai.
The misfortune of it all led her mind astray. She thought of her Sister and the void she’d left behind, the greatest of them in Byakuya’s heart. And of course, she thought of her own predicament; her decisions… and regrets. As charmed as her life was, what if she had stayed? Said something to him? Questions that lingered and tormented her ever since.
Then perhaps she wouldn’t have to formulate this ridiculous plan a visit to her own child.
A tug at her sleeve drew her gaze away from the monotone streets and to her pleasure, it was Ichika. Her second-born bore a concerned expression with eyes that mirrored her own.
“Mama? Are you okay?” the sweet child asked.
Rukia gave off a quick sigh and put on a brave face for her daughter, “I'm okay, pumpkin.”
In a moment’s notice, Ichika was swept up by her mother and held in her arms. The boisterous little girl giggled with glee as she nuzzled in her mother’s embrace. Outside her numerous regrets, Ichika was most definitely not one of them. But naturally, her husband had to spoil the moment. With a scoff and a scowl, Renji made his complaint abundantly clear.
“I don’t get why the hell we have to visit Yoruichi just because she adopted some kid.”
“Because...” His wife explained, trying to ignore his slight, “It would be rude to decline Yoruichi’s invitation and it would give Ichika a friend her age. Plus we haven’t seen her in months, so it wouldn’t kill us to get back in touch. Also, mind your language. I won’t have our daughter picking up your boorishness.”
Renji choked in offense at his wife’s backhanded comment while their daughter snickered at him. His famous scowl returned, prompting Ichika to raspberry at his defeat. Unfortunately for the lieutenant, he was outnumbered this time.
“Knock it off you two, we’re almost there.” Rukia reprimanded.
Her Husband begrudgingly fell in line as he took Ichika from Rukia’s arms and placed her on his shoulders. Renji was and still is far too proud to ever admit, but this was without a doubt his favorite thing to do outside of combat. Given his duties as a lieutenant and Rukia as acting Captain of Squad 13, it was a genuine difficulty for them to act as a family. By the Soul King, he hated when Rukia was right.
The Abarai family at last made it to the front gate of the Shihouin Manor; gaudy as always. Renji audibly groaned as he rolled his eyes at the lavish mansion. Several members of Yoruichi’s guard appeared before them, before bowing respectfully. Rukia, Renji and Ichika nodded in acknowledgement as the guards opened the gate, revealing their Mistress.
Yoruichi stood along the path, as informally as she could get away with. Just as they had prior, the many attendants of House Shihouin flanked the family on both sides, bowing in honour of their guests.
“Thank you for having us.” The Abarai family said in unison as they bowed before their host.
“Oh, come now. You guys should know I’m not big on formality.” Yoruichi chuckled.
With a quick snap of her fingers, the attendants and guards dispersed; allowing the old friends to greet each other without tradition snuffing the fun out of it. Rukia and Yoruichi shared a long overdue hug, the latter of whom towered over Rukia. As their embrace continued, Rukia felt the reiatsu of another person emanating from the rooftop. It was odd, like it was trying to mask itself. But even so; it was remarkably immense.
“You feel it too?” Renji piped up, sensing the same thing, “Who is that?”
A chuckle led both off their astounded faces back to Yoruichi, wearing a mischievous grin.
“You can come out now.”
And just like that, the culprit appeared before them. A little girl no bigger than Ichika sporting a uniquely tailored Shihakusho bowed politely before her elders. Rukia’s breath seemed stolen away; the girl’s violet eyes, practically identical to her own. And more distinctly, beautiful bright orange hair so reminiscent of him… it had to be her.
While Rukia silently marvelled out how breathtakingly beautiful her firstborn had become; her husband was more hard pressed to know how this seemingly random kid had such immense spiritual power. It had to be at least Captain level, given his arms still had goosebumps.
“Rukia. Renji. I’d like you to meet my daughter.”
“Katsumi Shihouin! Nice to meet you!” the little girl announced with pride.
“It’s my pleasure.” Renji remarked, “Yoruichi, where the hell did you find this kid?”
“I’ll tell you once we get inside, it’s starting to get hot.”
Nobody could disagree with that assessment, the blaring light of the afternoon had no mercy to spare. The shinigami made their way inside the expansive manor with Katsumi and Ichika already proving to be fast friends. Their parents could hardly make out a word of what they were on about but decided to let them be. Growing up in a noble household didn’t elicit a lot of time for friends. Not to mention it was frowned for upon for nobles to associate with the 'lower ranks', even if either party were children.
While the girls zipped down every hallway, the adults found themselves content to find a room to chat. And Yoruichi’s living room happened to be perfect. A brief warning for the kids not to break anything; a warning they probably didn't hear and the were off. Resting their zanpakuto upon a recently acquired stand, the shinigami let themselves melt into the couch. It was as encompassing as Renji remembered it to be, but this time, he neither complained nor cared. Yoruichi sprawled out like she normally did, letting out a sharp whistle that bounced off the walls. Not a moment after, another member of her court appeared, carrying her beloved pocky sticks and a fresh pot of tea.
“Seriously? Where do you keep getting these things from?” Renji whined.
Yoruichi smiled coyly as she placed one in her mouth, “Kisuke knows better than to let me run out.”
“Ah… so you two are…”
“Partners. In every way possible.” she purred in response.
Lovely. Imagery neither of them needed. Rukia rolled her eyes, elated her old friend would probably never change.
“Oh yeah, before if I forget. Where did you adopt Katsumi from?” Renji abruptly asked.
The princess of the shihouin clan sighed deeply, fixing her posture into something more dignified. At the same time, Rukia’s grip clenched tight around her tea. Lucky for them both, Renji wasn’t one to pick up on such subtleties.
“The South Rukongai, in Inuzuri. I found her swaddled up and alone while I was on patrol. My conscience wouldn’t let me just leave her there, so I took her in. Plain and simple.”
“Hmph… the Inuzuri District of all places.” the lieutenant recollected, “Kid was lucky you came by…”
A lull of silence fell over the shinigami. Whilst Renji bitterly re-lived his life as a street rat, Yoruichi breathed easier knowing her ploy had worked. Inuzuri held many memories for both Renji and Rukia; some good but most, not so much. Name dropping the seedy little district ensured he wouldn’t pry any deeper than necessary. The acting captain of squad 13 curled up, taking a slow and deliberate sip of her jasmine tea. She had partly fabricated that story, a bit of guilt nibbling away at her core. When the warm liquid settled, Rukia hardly recognized the woman staring back at her.
“Her spiritual pressure… it’s incredible.” Rukia randomly noted.
“You’re telling me.” Yoruichi breathed, “Some of my attendants can barely withstand it.”
It was true. A feat typically reserved for Captains, was similarly accomplished by a girl of seven. But even most of the current captains couldn't make lesser souls pass out entirely. Only Yamamoto himself could ever have claimed to. As troubled as her heart may have been, Rukia couldn't help but feel a sliver of pride. Her little one was bound to be a force of nature.
“MY LADY!” another voice said, piercing through the tranquility of the living room.
Three pairs of eyes panned towards the entrance of the adjacent hallway where a lone messenger now knelt.
“What is it?” interrogated the Shihouin princess.
“A messenger for Lieutenant Abarai.” the man spoke, quick and concise. “Captain Kuchiki has requested he return to the Squad 6 barracks.”
“Did he give a reason why?” Renji similarly questioned, sitting up from his spot on the sofa.
“No, sir. He only said it was urgent.”
The lieutenant rose from the couch, his legs taking a second to remember the weight of his frame. Damn thing was more effective than most Binding Kido. He reluctantly took Zabimaru from the sword stand, letting out a sigh that matched his annoyance.
“Damn… Looks like I’m gonna have to cut our little reunion short. Will you and Ichika be okay?”
“Yes, we’ll be here for a while longer so don’t worry about us.” His wife reassured him.
“Alright, see you soon.”
Renji planted a loving kiss on Rukia’s forehead before subsequently leaving. Rukia faked a smile the whole time until she was sure he’d exited the manor. Yoruichi slumped back down, enjoying herself as she greedily consumed her snacks. A deep sigh escaped the acting captain’s lungs, hard pressed to know more of the daughter she left behind. Her brave face waned as tears of joy formed in the corners of her eyes.
“She’s beautiful…” Rukia suddenly beamed, wiping away at her cheeks. “Tell me. Does she have a zanpakuto?”
“Indeed she does.” Yoruichi divulging, reaching under the couch to reveal a massive odachi.
She handed Rukia her daughter’s zanpakuto, staring in awe of the blade’s size. If the blade reflected the power of the shinigami, then there was no doubt Katsumi was Ichigo’s child. Rukia positioned the greatsword to inspect the guard. A four point star style guard with circular grooves between each point and a vague snowflake design atop it. A true zanpakuto at her age was unprecedented, let alone one of such size. The forlorn mother pressed the handle against her forehead, weeping softly on the milestone she missed. Without a sound, Yoruichi scooted beside her, hugging her for what it was worth.
“Does she know it’s name?” Rukia asked weakly, still clutching the blade.
“No, not yet. Though given her parents, I doubt that it will stay that way for long.” Yoruichi complemented.
A half-hearted laugh came from the both. But eventually, it was drowned out by the thrilled screamed of her daughters. Ichika and Katsumi came barreling through, after tormenting the manor for the past 30 minutes. Rukia’s heart felt more at ease when she them getting along; if only they knew they were sisters. Ichika’s eye flared with worry, however, when she noticed her mother’s anguish.
“Mama!” She bolted over, “Are you okay?”
“Yes, sweetheart. I’m okay.” Rukia responded warmly. “Having fun?”
As Rukia spoke, Yoruichi tucked the zanpakuto back under the sofa, hoping they weren’t any the wiser.
Both girls shook their heads in excitement, “Mhmmm!”
“You two didn’t break anything, right?” Yoruichi chimed in, crossing her arms.
Neither of them said a word but the devious look in their eyes betrayed their words; a messy disaster more than likely in the cards. Neither of the elder shinigami were convinced, but decided to let it be. After all, that’s what servants were for. The unknowing sisters joined them on the sofa, intent on starting a pillow war.
A looming sense of dread filled Rukia’s heart. Innocent as they were now, one day her daughters would learn the truth. It scared her to think of the possibilities. What if that knowledge made them hate one another? Or if both of them came to resent her. Would it have been worth all the secrecy then? Her mind lingered and strayed. Only at another tug of her sleeve, did its tension cease. Rukia half expected it to be Ichika, but gasped when Katsumi stared back at her instead.
“Auntie Rukia… Will you visit us again?” Katsumi wondered.
Taken aback by the question, Rukia took a moment to answer, “Umm Yes sweetie. Why do you ask?”
“I like playing with Ichika… I don’t have many friends so...”
Rukia rested a hand on her firrstborn’s head and gave a reassuring smile.
“We’ll come back as many times as you want.”
“Really?!” the girl’s eyes lit up with excitement.
“Of course.”
Without warning, Katsumi lunged into her for a hug. Ichika followed her half sister’s lead as they both screamed with joy. A sly smirk formed on Yoruichi’s face as Rukia was overwhelmed by her children's love. The small woman’s arms enveloped them both; her face home to her first genuine smile in months. The future was bound to be racked with hardship of her own making, but at least for now, she had this...
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Shattered Chains of Fate Ch. 15
A Lifting Fog
Ichigo sat patiently on the cot while Unohana poked and prodded him. He didn’t have a lot of injuries left. Mostly scrapes and bruises, but she was taking a very close look at his eyes, balance, and short term memory. .
Apparently laughing hysterically at the murder of 46 people was a sign of head trauma.
“You don’t seem to have any lasting damage,” she finally concluded. “Most of the injuries you sustained earlier have already healed.”
“That’s Hanataro,” Ichigo says with a smile. It fell quickly. “I mean, uh. I threatened him into helping me. He’s very talented.”
Unohana looked faintly amused under her serenity. “Of course you did. I’m sure you held your zanpakuto so close to his throat he couldn’t even use his shinten to knock you unconscious.”
Ichigo nodded solemnly. “Oh, yeah. Definitely. But anyways, I’m fine. Is Rukia doing better? She was really wiped out…”
“Both of Kuchiki’s are fine. I believe they’ve had a long overdue discussion, actually. That technique you used when she was fighting was certainly… unique. Who taught it to you?”
Ichigo considered his answers before he decided to tell her the truth. They were allies for now.
“I made it up on the spot.”
“You made it up one the spot.” She repeated. One eyebrow arched high. She looked young, but when she’d healed the last of his bad injuries up earlier he’d felt the dangerous undercurrent of her power. She was at least as old as Yamamoto. It was only a shiver of fear at the idea of calling her old that kept him from asking her the same question he’d asked him.  “You really are a very unique person, aren’t you?”
“It’s not that impressive,” Ichigo argued. He could feel his face turning red. “I did something similar as a human. I just pushed my energy into her. Although, as a human I could kinda heal with it…”
“Yes, that’s similar to how healing kido works,” she mused. “ Kaido is a method we use to insert our own energy inside of the body and manipulate the spirit particles, the reishi, that make up the body of the patient so we can put them back together again.”
“That makes sense,” Ichigo taps his fingers on his leg idly. His brows furrowed. With his mystic codes he’d been able to heal grievous wounds and keep people fighting, but he’d never been very good at doing it without. He could make due, he had with Uryu, but that was just jumping his natural healing into overdrive.
Ichigo looked up at her. “I get that I was your enemy not that long ago,” began the boy, “But is there a way for me to learn to heal while I’m here?”
Unohana looked surprised. “You want to heal? I was under the impression that your expertise was in combat.”
“It is,” Ichigo said honestly. “Orihime is a good healer, better than almost anyone I’ve ever seen. But we got seperated here. If it wasn’t for Hanataro, I might have been seriously screwed. Or I might have been fine, but Ganju could have been hurt. A lot of people could have been hurt. And what I can do is very basic. Humans have to study for years to be able to-”
“Yes,” she stepped in, holding up a hand to cut off his rampant justification. Ichigo couldn't help noticing the callouses on her palms and fingers. She was a fighter. She also smiled at him. “ I can teach you.”
Ichigo offered her a half of a grin. “Just so you know, I suck at spellwork.”
“I’m sure we can make due. Now, I’m going to clear you. Please behave while you’re in my division.”
Her smile turned tight at the edges and her eyes narrowed minutely. Fear shot striaght down his spine.
“Y-yes ma-am!” He said quickly. He made his escape quickly. He still wanted to see Rukia, and find out what her and her brother had been talking about. Of all the people to try to step in and protect them he could scarcely believe it was Byakuya. Maybe he’d misjudged him?
Or more likely he’d smacked some sense into him.
Typical.
Ichigo was just trying to figure out how to navigate his way out when he stumbled into someone. Which was weird, because he should have really felt them coming.
Pink kimono, straw had, wavy brown hair.
“Oh. Kyoraku, hey,” Ichigo waved at him.
The man smiled at him. He’d barely had any malice to him the last time they’d met, and now any he’d had ever is vanished behind a kind smile. His assistant, Nanao if Ichigo remembered right, was missing for once.
“Ichigo. It’s good to see you again.”
“You too,” Ichigo nodded to him. “What are you doing here? You didn’t get too banged up, did you?” He’d been worried. Those two had spirited away a man born before the human era, one who Ichigo had been informed was the strongest person in the Seireitei.
Ichigo had picked a fight with the strongest person in the entire dimension. And then started lecturing him on his morality.
  That... sounds right.  
“Just a few bruises,” Kyoraku clapped him on the shoulder and forcefully guided him down the hallway. “I’m here visiting Juushiro. Come along.”
It really wasn’t a question. Ichigo shot him a glower.
“I’m not a dog, you know.”
“Really? You look a little mangy…”
Ichigo elbowed him in the ribs. “Fuck you. Speaking of dogs, is that one guy okay? The werewolf.”
“Werewolf? You mean Komamura? He was in nasty shape, but he’ll recover. He’s a few doors down if you want to introduce yourself properly.”
“...Nah. I don’t think I should. He seemed pretty torn up about the whole betrayal thing and I was kinda just an enemy. It doesn’t really, I guess, feel right?” He struggled to find the right words. Even if he wasn’t the most eloquent, Kyoraku nodded along with him sympathetically.
“Anyways. You said you were here visiting Juushiro, like Ukitake? What happened? You don’t look charred around the edges.” Ichigo gave him a critical once over.
Kyoraku snickered at him and they entered a room. A private hospital room, where Ukitake was sitting up in the bed. Ichigo hadn’t noticed before, he’d been too busy assessing the man’s energy and fighting for his life and Rukia’s, but Ukitake was actually very thin. His wrist bones were too prominent, his cheeks were too thin, and with the low drop the hospital provided robes he could see his collar bones starkly.
If he was this strong sick, how strong would he be normally?
If ‘Ukitake notices Ichigo’s critical once over, he says nothing about it. Only smiles when they get closer.
“Well this is certainly a surprise. Kurosaki, it’s good to see you.”
“Just Ichigo is fine,” he waves his hand. “You helped me after all, and none of my friends call me by my last name.”
“Friends,” Ukitake repeats. His green eyes gentled. “Why don’t you sit for a while with us then. We were just visiting today.”
Ichigo doesn’t know what to do with the way they’re both looking at him. It’s friendly and kind but there’s something else there. Like they’re trying to see where his sharp edges are and where he folds and what will make him change his mind.
To be fair, they’d been enemies before.
Ichigo pulls up a chair and flips it around so he can straddle it and cross his arms over the back.
“How are you, Ichigo? We heard you didn’t very torn up during your confrontation with Aizen.”
“I’m fine. He had me locked in a kido for most of the fight. The worst things I had were some burns from where I broke out of it. Unohana took care of it for me. She’s… nice. Terrifying, but nice.”
“You asked about Ereshkigal before,” Ukitake pointed out. “Why did you-”
Whatever else he was going to say was cut off by a rough coughing fit. Ichigo lurched for him immediately, with Kyoraku only twitching forwards before grabbing the water off the bedside table.
They waited for the coughing to slow down, a full minute later, before Kyoraku gave him the glass. Ichigo was frowning at him.
“Are you okay?” He asked, once he was done with the water. Ukitake nods and smiles crookedly.
“It’s been a frequent occurrence for most of my life, I’m afraid. Even Unohana can’t do anything about it. It’ll go away in a few days, I’m sure.”
Ichigo frowns at him, but nods all the same. A chronic cough could be about a billion things. If it started as a kid that might mean less. Honestly Ichigo is trained for field medicine. Emergencies and stopping bleeding. This kind of thing is beyond him.
Still, he grew up next to a family clinic.
“Have you ever tried human medicine?” he asks. Ukitake looks surprised, but shakes his head the negative.
“No. I can’t say I have. As I understand it isn’t always very effective.”
“Maybe not a couple hundred years ago,” he admits, thinking of battlefields and field hospitals, and how hard Nightingale had had to work to get people to wash their damn hands. “But it’s come a long way recently. Maybe you should give it a try? My dad and Uryu’s both run medical facilities.”
Ukitake eyes him for a long moment, the mention of his father catching his attention. Finally, he nods.
“I may look into that. Thank you.”
The conversation moves on, Ereshkigal forgotten under the feeling that Ichigo had just fucked himself somehow.
* *
Ichigo opened his eyes to grey skies and an amalgamated landscape.
Zangetsu and Nieve were leaning over him, one of them clearly irritated and the other just as calm looking as ever.
“Uh. Hi?”
“It’s about damn time!” Nieve barked at him. Ichigo sat up, slowly, and then stood. It still felt weird to be standing up on the side of a building like this. It was completely unnatural.
“Time for what? I’ve been busy, and I can’t just pop in here whenever I want you know. In case you missed it I’m still in potential enemy territory. I keep expecting to be arrested, whether they say I saved them from something or not. Which, again, I really didn’t. I didn’t even help them unearth that coup! It’s fucking stupid.”
“Are ya done yet?” Nieve asked, his arms crossed over his chest.
“... Not even remotely, but go ahead.”
“Good. We’re bored in here and you’re an emotional disaster-”
“Hey!”
“-in the making. Just look at the sky!”
Ichigo did. It was grey, and cloudy this time.
“What does the weather have to do with anything?”
“The weather,” Zangetsu said in his deep, smooth voice, “is a reflection of you, as all things here are. It reflects your emotions. When you’re sad, it rains here.”
“And ya  are sad,” Nieve poked in.
Ichigo scowled at the both of them. “Yeah so what if I am? I just found out one of my friends is now an enemy, a traitor, and I don’t even know what else right now! I lost my chance to talk to him because I hesitated, and now he’s gone full megalomaniac and he’s going to go overthrow the king.”
He paused.
“Not that I’m against that part. But I like some of these shinigami. I don’t want to see them go to war with him over a king that doesn’t give a rats left tit about any of them.”
“Next time you shouldn’t hesitate,” Zangetsu said wisely. Ichigo nearly hit him.
“What next time?! How many friends do you think I have that forgot we knew each other two hundred years ago in a timeline that’s been erased because it was the end of the world?!”
“At least three,” nieve said without missing a beat. “Maybe four.”
“Okay you know what,” Ichigo pointed at him. “I’ve decided, I don’t like you.”
“No shit? I wonder why,” he rolled his yellow eyes.
“What’s that supposed to mean, huh?” Ichigo barked. It felt good though, to speak so openly with people who already knew everything about him. How messed up was it that his best conversation basically happened with himself? He stalked toward nieve, “How did you even get here, huh? I was too busy to care before but I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to have a hollow in my head. That is what you are, isn’t it?”
Nieve froze for just a second, like he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He collected himself a second later with a loud scoff and a laugh in Ichigo’s face.
“If you wanna know so bad, maybe you should ask that shop keeper. He seems to be tied up in everything else bullshit in your life.”
“Okay. So maybe he is. I’m not asking him.” Ichigo stalked forwards, effectively cornering a piece of himself against a part of a sky scraper. “I’m asking you. You were pissed that I wasn’t listening to you before. Well I’m listening now, aren’t I?”
“I-” Nieve looked over Ichigo’s shoulder at Zangetsu. “I can’t tell ya, partner.”
“Can’t, or won’t?”
“Can’t!” He snapped, glaring over Ichigo’s shoulder.
When Ichigo looked over it, Zangetsu was gone, and when he looked back Nieve was too.
* * *
Ichigo was getting really, really sick of running for his life. Shoudln’t the return home have been easier than the journey to get there?
It wasn’t, and the only thing that saved the five of them from tipping headfirst onto concrete was a timely save from Urahara.
Who apparently had a flying carpet.
Because why not.
He’s not even surprised anymore.
He catches the look in Urahara’s eyes when the man starts to turn around, but Ichigo catches his shoulder before he can do whatever he was planning on doing.
“You know where everyone lives, right?” he asks, perhaps a touch too quickly. “Once everyone’s been dropped off, I wanna talk to you.”
The others are silent. Urahara regards him from under the shadow of his hat before agreeing quietly.
Ichigo bids fond farewell to his friends and sort-of-cousin before their ride takes them back to the little shop that Urahara runs. They touch down in front and walk inside, with the blond in the lead. As soon as they are inside everyone else, even Yoruichi, makes themselves scarce.
Urahara takes Ichigo into one of the back rooms before he sweeps his hat off his head and kneels on the ground before him.  
It makes Ichigo's stomach twist in discomfort.
“I know by now you heard about me. I’m really, very sorry.” It’s the most genuine the man has ever sounded to Ichigo’s ears. Some of the last threads of anger melt away.
He drops to one knee in front of Urahara and knocks his head lightly with his knuckles.
“Cut that out. I’m barely even mad at you, you know.” Now that he’s had a few days to cool his temper.
“You should be,” Urahara looked up at him, his grey eyes searching and weary.
Ichigo shrugged. “I don’t really hold grudges. If anything, you should apologize to Rukia for putting her in harms way. You were trying to do the right thing, weren’t you? And the reason you didn’t tell me anything… It was because you thought I’d run off, wasn’t it?”
“That’s right. Can you honestly tell you wouldn’t have?”
“Yeah,” Ichigo stood up. “I can. If nothing else I would have still needed you to get that gate open. And I don’t run so easy, even from shady shop keepers. Now,” He offered Urahara a hand. “If you’re really that contrite you can make it up to me.”
Urahara eyed his hand before he took it and let Ichigo pull him to his feet. His hat found its rightful home.
“And would that entail, exactly?”
“Two things,” Ichigo held up two fingers. “One; next time you need my help for something, just tell me outright what’s going on. And two; I have two questions that I’d like the absolute truth to.”
“That seems fair. What’s the question?”
“In october, 1888, did you go to the human world?”
Urahara fell silent. He stared at Ichigo for a long, hard minute before he nodded once. “I did.”
Ichigo thought as much.
“Is that when you discovered your Hogyoku?”
Urahara looked like he’d been slapped with a living lobster.
“How could you possibly know that?” he asked, stepping right into Ichigo’s space. “I told everyone that I created it. Did Aizen-”
“He didn’t tell me,” Ichigo planted his hand on Urahara’s chest to keep him from coming in closer. “There were things happening in 1888 in the human world. Things that Chaldea was involved in.”
He hesitated.
“Things that I was involved in.”
Ichigo could see the gears turning in Urahara’s head. He was too smart for his own good.
“That’s impossible. Humans don’t live that long. You were only born a couple of decades ago.”
“Nothing is ever impossible,” Ichigo said frankly.
Urahara’s eyes narrowed minutely. “This has something to do with those friends of your Kon found, doesn’t it?”
Now it was Ichigo’s turn to stare at him. “Huh?”
Urahara changed on a dime. He snapped his fan open over his mouth and shadowed his eyes under his hat. “So you’re not omnipotent. I was worried for a minute there Ichigo!”
“Wouldn’t it be omnipresent? Or omniscient?” He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. What were you talking about? What friends?”
“Not until you tell me how you knew about 1888. Everyone else I’ve ever told anything about the Hogyoku to I’ve always said I created it. Not discovered it. So it’s only fair for you to tell me,” he sang.
Ichigo scowled at him. “Would you cut that shit out? You’re so weird. Whatever, I’ll find out on my own.”
“Ichigo-”
“I’ll see you around, Kisuke.”
Ichigo gave his chest a light shove to get past him. Urahara didn’t try to stop him, for which he was grateful. He had too much on his mind. Was he really about to tell a guy he knew had played him like a fiddle once already a truth he’d never admitted to anyone who hadn’t been there with him?
Fuck, what was wrong with him?
He fled the shoten and made his way home under the pale light of the moon. When he carefully stepped through the front door (a trick he would never get used to ) he froze entirely.
In the living room, sleeping on the couch and up against a chair respectively, were two people he thought he’d never see again.
Medusa and Cu Chulainn.
He sprinted up the stairs as fast as he could move and without even a how-do-you-do to Kon he launched the mod soul out of his body and shoved himself inside of it. He left Kon sitting on his pillow before he bolted back down the stairs on light feet and skidded into the living room.
It was still enough noise and movement to have both of the legends up on their feet.
He stood there for a long beat, out of breath, eyes wild and bright.
“Ichigo?” Cu asked, slowly standing. They were both dressed like normal people. “Is that..?”
“It’s him,” was all Medusa said before decking him in the face.
Ichigo stumbled back but didn’t fall. He looked between the two of them. It was hard to see, his eyes were all blurry. How weird.
“You fool. You went rushing into danger without us,” she hissed. Her hair moved restlessly but he knew it was worry more than anger.
“Sorry, Medusa. I didn’t know you would be here. I still don’t. How are you here?” He searched her face. He touched his jaw. “I know I didn’t summon you.”
Cu touched his hand and turned it over so he could the red wings spread across the back of it. Command seals.
“You’re little friend did, using your body for it. We are yours again, master,” Cu said quietly. He didn’t move away when Ichigo’s head fell against his shoulders and when Ichigo’s hands started shaking Medusa’s arm draped over his shoulders.
“How?” He asked quietly. “Chealdeas and the grails supported eighty percent of your mana consumption. I thought there was no way anyone could support a servant outside of Grail Wars.”
“Ichigo,” Cu sounded amused. “How many of us did you have in Chealdeas?”
“Huh? I don’t know. Forty, fifty total?” He hadn’t been close with all of them, but there had been plenty of them.
“Right. So twenty percent of thirty servants equals the full upkeep of at least eight servants. Ichigo. You could have had us with you the entire time.”
Ichigo choked.
He’d been swallowing grief for so long, and he’d never had to.
Nimble fingers pulled through his bright hair.
“We’re here now. And there’s one more waiting for you. Kon didn’t have the fine control to summon someone so rawly powerful. But you do.”
“Tomorrow,” Medusa said firmly. “Tomorrow you can summon him, and tell us about your newest adventure. And,” her hair hissed with her, “You will take us with you on whatever your next one is.”
“Can I even do that? What I’m doing now is basically what Kyo was doing in North America. I know you have spirit forms, but that’s different from human souls. That’s-”
“I’ve never known you to think too much,” Cu mused. “You’re a creature of instinct, aren’t you? Rest. We’ll work it out.”
Ichigo still had questions, but he was such an emotional wreck he didn’t have it in him to fight when the pair bullied him up the stairs and into his old room. The bed was too soft.
The three of them camped out on the floor.
* * * *
Ichigo found, much to his amazement and amusement, that Medusa had basically adopted his sisters while he was gone.
She and Cu had told Isshin that they were Ichigo’s friends from Chaldeas and he’d agreed (much too easily) to let them stay in the livingroom while they were looking for a place to stay. Medusa explained that they’d been guarding his body for him as well.
The entire morning Ichigo felt warm and almost bubbling with excitement. He helped Karin with the table while Medusa and Yuzu puttered around the kitchen and Cu fed birds on the back porch.
It was the most surreal day of his entire life.
The trio left after breakfast and made their way towards Ichigo’s house. Once they were far enough to be overheard, Ichigo started to talk.
“Okay, so how do you expect to help me with what I’m doing now?”
“Well. You know that all heroic spirits have a physical form and a spirit form, yes?”
“Yeah. And that your spirit form isn’t the same as being an actual spirit, since your souls aren’t bound the way regular ones are. Instead of being a part of the cycle of reincarnation or the World, or even the time axis you’re connected to the Throne of heroes, and you manifest through a thaumaturgical anchor. In this case, me.”
“Yes. And it’s because you are our anchor that we’ll be able to do this. Any normal humans we would only be able to interact with them the way a regular human would,” Cu said cheerfully. “You leak power like a broken pipe. You always have. When we were in North America your influence started to take hold. You engraved a part of yourself on our souls, Ichigo. We can see the dead, we can interact with them.”
“We’re supposed to forget,” Medusa said suddenly. “We’re supposed to forget the events of Grail Wars we’re summoned to when we go back to the Throne. But you. You we remember. We all remember. You’re really something, Master.”
“Stop calling me that,” he said automatically, even while his mind turned over the information. He admitted to them. “I never knew I’d be fighting ghosts. I never thought anything like this would happen.”
“I doubt even that trouble maker Merlin could foresee this,” Cu laughed at him. Ichigo elbows his side.
“Quiet you.”
“Am I wrong?”
“... not even remotely. But he gave me back the two of your so I feel like I should be a little nicer to him than normal.”
Cu laughed at him again.
It was interesting, seeing the two of them outside of a war zone and outside of Chaldeas Cu was relaxed in a hawaiian shirt, with his silver earrings glinting in the mid-morning sunlight. Medusa looked smart in a black turtleneck with her hair braided back tightly.
The three made quite a sight.
They were about to make an even weirder one.
Ichigo let them into his house and headed for the basement, flanked on either side. He touched up the magic circle and gathered up two stones in the middle. One grey, one red.
“Is this a piece of your spear?” Ichigo asked, holding it up to Cu.
“A piece of an earring, actually.”
Ichigo’s fingers ran over the rune engraved in it.
“So it is. And this is a piece of your artwork right?” He held the grey stone up to Medusa, who smiled and nodded. That was morbid. Ichigo went to the cardboard box sitting on the table. The one he’d abandoned in his internal crisis. If he’d just opened his damn mail he could have taken Seireitei without any trouble at all.
“If I switch to my own spirit form, will you still be able to draw on my power?”
Cu hummed. “Normally I would say no. In your case? Probably.”
“Lucky me,” Ichigo said. For once he actually meant it.
He pulled out a soft orange scarf. It was tattered and torn, and utterly ancient. Over 3000 years old.
Ichigo laid it down delicately in the middle of the circle and stepped back. Medusa handed him a knife. He cut his palm across an old scar and stepped to the edge of the circle where he held his fist out and over the chalk circle. Blue light crawled across the floor and raced along the edges where it crackled and sparked.
“Let silver and steel be the essence. Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation. Fill, fill, fill, fill, fill. Repeat five times and after each is filled, destroy it,” The blue light turned red and lashed upwards.
“I shall become all the goodness of the heaven’s. I shall embody all evils of hell. My will creates your body, and your sword cleaves my destiny. If you obey this will and reason, heed my call! Let shut the four cardinal gates and open the three-forked road winding to the Root. Appear now, thou Guardian of the Scales.”  
Romani had told him once that each war used a different summoning chant in their rituals. Participants and factions tailored their to specific desires, ancestors, and faction colors in some cases. Ichigo’s was an amalgamation of a half a dozen.
It worked. Ichigo could feel the energy of life swelling up under his skin and filling his magic circuits as he drew it out of the planet and into himself. He was a conduit. The mana of the world rolled through his veins.
He poured it through the circle, filling it until the limits were fit to burst. His blood sang with power.
The light grew, rolling over and over until it was too bright to see beyond it.
Ichigo felt the world give way and shift as the atmosphere made room for someone new. Someone powerful.
“I ask you,” came a familiar voice, “Are you my master?”
“I ask you; stop calling me that already.”
The light parted light a curtain and Ichigo found himself yanked into a sudden, strong embrace. Powerful hands clapped his back firmly.
“I thought I heard your voice!”
“You said you would come whenever I called. No matter where or-”
“When, I remember. I do keep my promises when I’m able to, master.”
“I swear to god,” Ichigo smacked him and shoved the servant away. Green hair, tanned skin.
Achilles grinned down at him.
* * * * *
Before Kyo, before America, before the dark circle was printed on Ichigo’s chest, he stood in a city bathed in fog.  
It was thick and filled with the scent of sorrow.
From the second they landed they were in a fight. Dolls, a strange girl in armor, and homunculi. It was after the last one that Ichigo finally decided they needed to find a base of operations.
Ichigo touched Mash’s shoulder gently. “Let’s get a move on.”
There was something bothering her. She wouldn’t say what. She blamed it on the environment, but Ichigo had known her too long to buy into that.
They get blitzed by a servant before they can find a safe place to hunker down, but just as soon as the fight is over Ichigo forgets what they look like. Mash and Romani are the same. It’s a frightening power. How can they fight someone if they can’t remember anything about them as soon as they’re gone from sight?
They need back up. They need to find a Ley Line so he can summon Cu and Medusa to help them.
Help comes in the form of a brash spitfire of a blonde in knights armor. The same strange girl they’d met earlier.
Her name is Mordred, a knight of the round table. She has a safehouse, and a doctor.
There’s something about Jekyll that makes Ichigo’s skin prickle. He’s a sweet faced young man, with kind green eyes, but there’s something dangerous about him.
Ichigo peers out the window while he gently chides Mordred for revealing her name. The streets are full of ghosts here, that walk uninhibited and forlorn in the mists.
There’s a lot of blondes in this city.
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Fic Writer Asks
19. Do you edit your fics after you write them, or do you prefer to just hit post and run (because it’s someone else’s problem now)? 
With the exception of a few fics, I endeavor to edit whatever I write before posting. Even so, I know there’s still typos in my work (apologies for this everyone ^^; ). When I can I go back and edit them further to remove any typos or fill in missing words. The few times I just hit post and ran was because it was super late at night and I just wanted the fic off my hands; but as I said, I generally come back later to edit it.
31. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?
Without a doubt it’s Momo, mainly because her character doesn’t get much screen time in the manga or anime beyond the Fake Karakura Town arc, so there’s a lot of room to explore her character both during and after this arc. For starters there’s her way of fighting. We see her mainly use Tobiume in combat, but even though Momo is said to be a master in kido, we barely get to see this in the series. I wish we got more fights like we did in the filler episode of Momo and Rangiku vs Haineko and Tobiume, where she used a combination of her swordsmanship, wits, and kido to take down her opponents. In my fics I try to find ways to show her kido expertise when I can, and I’d love to write more fics like The True Will Reprised so I further explore how she would use kido in battle.
I noticed recently I love to write Momo on the other side of her recovery journey - where she’s either moving on or has moved on from Aizen and can be herself for the first time without his manipulations. The Momo during the Soul Society arc had been manipulated to be an overly loyal, submissive lieutenant, but during the Thousand Year Blood War arc, we see her being more assertive and having a healthier captain-lieutenant dynamic with Shinji. I love writing with Momo when she’s at this stage, especially when she’s engaging in one of her hobbies -  reading, flower arranging, baking, drawing, her meetings with the Women Association - and her relationships with those she cares about.
Speaking of which, we get to see Toshiro’s feelings/side of the hitsuhina dynamic, but rarely do we see Momo’s after her conversation with him in chapter 224; I love exploring how she feels for Toshiro and how her feelings change over time for him, and of course how their shared history (both before and during BLEACH’s main story) informs their current relationship from her perspective.
Aside from her bond with Toshiro, I love exploring her relationships with other characters too, like Shinji or Rangiku. A relationship I’d like to write more of for her would be her friendships with Renji and Izuru, but a fic idea hasn’t come up yet. Also, I’d love to write a fic involving her, Toshiro, and Byakuya...hmmmm.
In terms of reader reactions, I haven’t been swayed to write for her in any particular direction. I haven’t heard anything negative about the way I portray Momo so I’m going to keep writing her the way I currently do (but if anyone has any feedback please feel free to send it in :D).
41. What’s your most popular fic (with the most notes on tumblr, most hits/kudos on ao3)?
Amongst the Ruins (with 84 notes). It recently overtook More than Enough (81 notes), but I’m glad these two are my most popular. Amongst the Ruins was such a fun fic to write and remains my favorite scenario of how Momo would react to Toshiro’s matured form.
30. Post a snippet from your current WIP without context - no more than 300 words.
Toshiro flexes the fingers and curls the toes of his new left side limbs. Even after four days he’s still not used to them. He runs his right hand over his left arm. It’s identical to his original limb, save one difference: the skin is smoother and unblemished. On his forearm he remembers having a faint sliver of a scar from his early days in the tenth division. He traces a finger of where it used to be,
His hand wanders further down, until it comes to his palm. His right hand is rough from countless battles and scars, his left hand is too soft. It would only be a matter of time before he’d make it was calloused as his right.
He lifts his new hand high, reaching for the ceiling light. He flexes his fingers again; open, shut, open, shut, open. Twists his wrist to look at his palm, then at the back. Would his new leg give him more speed to reach her? Would this hand give him greater abilities to protect her? For one sickening second he considers asking Mayuri to replace his other arm if this was true, but those are the thoughts of a boy nearly driven to insanity a few days ago.
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ByaTomo for the OTP asks! :D 6. What is/are their love language(s)? 10. Write a ~300 word argument scene for them. 19. If they could each write a single line in their marriage vows, what would they be? 30. Write a short exchange of dirty talk between them.
Thank you so much from the ask @a-boy-named-mike!
(The asks can be found from here.)
6. What is/are their love language(s)?
 They both rarely use decorative language what comes to admire another one, but instead they stick calling each other’s names. They pack a lot of feelings, thoughts and whole conversations just by calling each other’s names
Byakuya likes small, innocent yet still very intimate touches between himself and Tomoyo, but nothing that would be too obvious or noticeable if they’re in a public place. When they’re alone, he likes to kiss her hands and touch her smaller frame more bold manner, but nothing too crass. He also enjoys greatly when Tomoyo will touch his face or place things upon his hair, which Tomoyo knows.
Tomoyo likes to create personal things to Byakuya that he can use daily or just once. Most of the times she sews him various items and clothes that Byakuya uses proudly. While Byakuya, himself isn’t craftsman person, he puts lots of effort to buy Tomoyo things that she will cherish or use. He also enjoys greatly when Tomoyo shares his interest toward Ambassador Seaweed and makes him Ambassador Seaweed accessories/soft toys.
Both Tomoyo and Byakuya are very busy people, yet they always make themselves time to spend together and if possible, they do some official things together. Yet they enjoy most the time when it’s just the two of them, walking around Kuchiki garden or Shirosagi castle’s gardens and watching cherry blossom trees.
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10. Write a ~300 word argument scene for them.
Warning: hints of homophobia and feeling rejected because of that (it’s all just huge misunderstand, but I still decided to give a fair warning) Skip to next question (question 19), if these things will make you uncomfortable.
“Hiko left.”
Confused, Byakuya tilted his head.
“Our son left, because you couldn’t accept the fact, he is gay. You…you drove our son out of his home,” Tomoyo spoke, her voice trembling as Byakuya could see tears in her eyes. “What I don’t understand…why? Please, help me understand.”
Byakuya felt how a pile rose in his throat as he slowly walked up to Tomoyo. It was obvious his wife was hurt, but mostly disappointed for him.
“Please.”
The look in her eyes was heartbreaking as Byakuya fell down front of her. Letting out a shaky breath, he looked up to his wife, his look pleading. He hadn’t meant this to happen.
“Tomoyo,” he breathed out, it sounds like an apology and a plea. “I…I didn’t mean to. Hiko…I…I wasn’t ready.”
“How one has to be ready when their child tells about their sexual preference?”
“No…you don’t…” Byakuya shook his head as he looked down. How he could explain it, what he had felt when Hiko had told him the first time? How he could explain his son had caught him by surprise when he had told he liked boys? That he was dating Grimmjow’s son? He had thought their son was just a late bloomer and he liked girls. So, to suddenly drop a bomb like that had left him confused. He had wanted more time to progress everything, to find more about such relationships, to understand his son’s situation to act and support him proper manner, but it wasn’t ever that simple. His son had needed right to way the support and encouragement, yet because his incompetence he had failed to give it. He had appeared cold and stoic, not knowing what to say or how to act.
“Byakuya…Hiko is still Hiko. Our son. A boy who loves kido, miko culture and books. He is still that boy who looks up to his Father in admiration and wishes to be as ‘cool’ as he is, even though he would date other guys,” Tomoyo explained as she gently patted his head.
“I’ll…talk to him, the best I can,” he promised slowly, meaning it. He would find Hiko and he would try his best to explain to his son, he hadn’t ever meant to reject him. That everything had been a huge misunderstanding.
Slowly, he reached out to his wise wife who gently embraced him comforting manner.
 19. If they could each write a single line in their marriage vows, what would they be?
 “I never thought the Winter upon my heart would turn ever again into a Spring, but then you came and brought everlasting Spring to my heart, Tomoyo.”
-Byakuya to Tomoyo
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“When I’m with you, Byakuya, I feel like I’ve finally found the missing piece upon myself.”
-Tomoyo to Byakuya
30. Write a short exchange of dirty talk between them.
 Warning: sensual tension, but nothing crass
“Byakuya, can you help me?” she asked sweetly from him. As the noble turned to his wife, he felt all his blood rushing to his downer parts. Tomoyo was holding in her hands, his favorite private outfit for her: turtleneck sweater dress. He could still remember vividly her wearing it during their honeymoon and how he had helped her to dress upon it and then…then…
“Of course,” he replied back to smoothly as he watched Tomoyo squirm into it. Really, it was cute how she dressed in it, yet needed help to adjust it.
“Hmm, it seems it needs some adjustment. Care to help?” she asked, making Byakuya move swiftly up to her. Gently, he tugged the sweater’s hem downward to make it fall snugly to its place, making Tomoyo’s breasts jiggle slightly from the force.
“Hmm, it seems it still fits,” Tomoyo hummed to Byakuya, who silently nodded to her. Silently, his eyes traced his wife who spun around as if to make sure the sweater would indeed fit and not reveal too much as it still barely covered her bottom. She then stopped, gently lifting her hair up, revealing a tiny part of her delicate neck.
“Will you wrap the belt around me?” she asked as Byakuya quickly did as he was asked. He fastened the huge belt just below her breasts, earning a small sigh from his wife. “Hmm…a bit tighter, please.” She asked, while leaning forward. Really, the view of her back was just tempting as Byakuya watched how her sweater was scandalously rising upward.
With a bit shaky breath, she adjusted the belt, seeing already the curve of his wife’s butt.
“Like the view?” she asked of him over her shoulder, her eyes shining mischievous manner. Truly, his wife was such a temptress as the position they were in was highly suggestive. New tug and the belt were in its place.
“Always.” Byakuya confirmed as he leaned in and gave her a kiss on the lips. He would make sure to give her more physical adjustment to ensure his wife would look just heavenly for him.
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➡ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ~ 𝐊𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐱 𝐅! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 [𝐂𝐡.𝟑]
Third part of this story! It is mainly a flashback where you get to know how they get to where they are in the present! It's a deviation from the canon events in betweent the first and second invasion, but it's not exactly a spoiler.
tw: a lot of angst. passionate kissing.
masterlist
A03
wc: 5.2k (oops)
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“I’m sorry captain…” you mumble, feeling the raindrops fall over your face… once again, it has started to rain…
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Chapter 3: What Brought Us Here?
The pain in your heart, and the drops of rainwater that fall into your cheeks reminds you of how everything started, why, you and him have gone too far to the point of finally letting your bodies intensely tangle into each other…
Some months ago…
Bandages, so many bandages. They get red on and on. It doesn’t matter how many times they change them; they are still soaking in blood.
“What- what happened to Kuchiki Taichou?” you ask, trembling. You can’t blink, you can’t even move. You simply stand there next to the bed where he lays.
“He had been left like this by a Sternritter” they inform you, as your vision becomes blurry, and you can’t process the fact Senbonzakura lies next to him with its tsuba broken. You can’t even sense his spiritual pressure, nothing… is like if he… were dead.
Your knees hit the ground; you don’t even realize you have fallen. Byakuya, the man you love -in secret- had been defeated and humiliated and now you are not even sure if he is breathing. It doesn’t matter how much you try to ask him to wake up, he simply can’t.
“Officer… Kuchiki Taichou… we don’t know if he is going to wake up any sooner…”
A cold sensation ran through your body, the fear invading your guts. You can simply hear, but you can’t process anything of what they are telling you. You can only mumble a simple question…
“Can I stay by his side? Can I take care of him?”
Night after night, your eyes travel his unaltered facial features. Still no raise of reiatsu, still no motion. Cold limbs, blueish nails. Lips so pale, the sessions of kido seem to act slowly, slower than ever.
“Captain… please” you whisper while cleaning his eyes with a little piece of wet gauze. “I won’t ask you to wake up right now, take your time… but please, do”. Some of your tears reach his arm, still covered in bandages, and of course, what would you expect? He had been hit with his own Bankai…
Rukia and Renji have survived, and they are feeling better now. Byakuya’s sister can’t even look at his brother without crying. Never have them seen him that way, he is strong and despite him being many times on the verge of death, he never… he has never looked that way.
And the days passed and passed. And you never moved from his side, until the day the cherry blossoms finally opened…
A soft caress over your cheek wakes you up, something feels different in the air, it’s kind of oppressive. You lie your head over the mattress where Byakuya rests, as you sleep sitting on a chair next to him.
You think it’s simply a dream, there is no way Byakuya is awake, much less that his fingertips are subtly grazing your cheek. You smile with swollen eyes from crying till sleep as every night and rejoice in what you think is your mind giving you some rest.
But it isn’t. Byakuya is really awake and barely moving.
“I- Water?” he asks, with dry lips. Your eyes open wide, the sun filters through the windows and the shadows of the sakura flowers reflect on his face.
“Kuchiki Taichou? YOU ARE AWAKE??!!!” you chime, scaring him a little. Maybe that reaction was too intense for someone that’s just waking up from a coma. He asked for water, and you could give him your happiness tears to drink, because of how abundant they are.
You pour some water in a cup next to the bed and slowly get next to him. “I know you are really thirsty now, captain. But please, drink slowly and sip by sip” you command, watching the painful expression on his frown as you lifts his head a little up.
His lips reach for the cup and for him the alone feeling of the water touching them is bliss. Sip by sip he drinks, even if sometimes he coughs showing you how much discomfort brings him to do so.
“Ok, ok. I think it’s enough for now” you tell him, helping him get back to his total bedridden position. His beautiful blue eyes, that reminds you of a night sky, scan the person helping him. Maybe he doesn’t even recognize you, still.
But he does.
“(N-ame)?” he mumbles, closing his eyes and grimacing; probably even talking makes his body hurt. You bite your lips; he has never ever called you by your name without your degree in the sixth squad first. You try to stop your crying, but it’s impossible to do so.
Crunching at his side, you make sure he knows you are there. “Yes, captain?” you whisper, moving his bangs softly to the side. His hand tries to reach yours, and you help him. It’s still feels cold, but you can feel his reiatsu on your hand.
“How are you all? Are you ok? How is Rukia? Renji? Kurosaki?” he asks, genuinely worried and vulnerable than ever. “They are all ok, captain. All of them are healthy. We have managed to fulfill your duties, sir” you inform him, because you are sure he needs that information right away.
He scoffs, a satisfied but subtle smile garnishes his lips. “I’m proud of them, I have failed to protect you all… that human, he is always helping us… I thought I’d d-“ he says, but you cannot stand that word being related to him. “Don’t you ever say that again, don’t-“ you cut him short, sure what you are doing is considered a total disrespect.
Yet, Byakuya doesn’t scolds you. He has always been more forgiving with you than with the rest of your comrades. He sighs, surely happy of listening you being the same as always.  “You haven’t changed a thing, officer. I’ve felt your reiatsu while I was asleep… how many days have you been here?” he asks,  while he tries to recognize if he has all of his limbs and body parts in place.  
You swallow, you can’t lie to him, of course not. “Sir… I’ve been here since they- brought you here” you confess, cheeks burning and unable to look into his eyes.
“I see… thank you, I couldn’t trust in anybody else than you to take care of me. You always do…”
Happiness invaded your soul, him acknowledging your devotion was the best reward you could ever get. But, he was still hanging on a very thin thread, and that’s what Isane told you right after he woke up…
“(Name), we need to talk” Isane tells you, grazing your arm but unable to look at you straight in the eyes. They know how much you love your captain; they saw. Nobody could spend so many days taking care of someone if not.
Once again, and sure knowing what she is about to tell you, your lips tremble but you listen.
Byakuya will be taken to the purifying waters of Kirinden to heal his reiatsu as the last resource. He is not only in a poor physical state, but also his spiritual pressure is almost inexistant. Of course, he needs to, but, for sure is gonna be a long and hard process.
It was now a matter of praying for those waters to help him, and because there were at the installations of the Zero division you were banned from entering there… you were healthy, and frankly, nothing related to Byakuya whatsoever. Yet, nobles have more power than you thought…
The look of the elders, something you wouldn’t like to ever experience again, falls over you. Byakuya is being taken to the Zero squad, and they didn’t even say hello to you. “Nobles, my ass” you think; how comes they lack so much respect?
“Excuse me, who are you?” one of them asks you, as you walk next to Byakuya’s bed. “Third spot of the Sixth Squad, sir. Officer (Name)” you firmly respond, as your degree fills you with pride, but you are prouder of the fact that Byakuya has specially requested for your presence during the whole time he is being treated at the facilities of Zero squad.
The noble, who you don’t really recognize but wears a similar kenseikan all Kuchiki are meant to wear, gives you Byakuya’s typical look. You bite the inner side of your mouth, it’s so annoying but it must be a family thing…
“She is my officer; I have ordered her to come with me” Byakuya mumbles in between the multiple treatments Yamada Hanataro performs before he is transferred. “Fine…” the noble says, huffing and walking away. You can only think about how much they might despise you for being there, but nothing matters the most than your captain being healthy.
Byakuya is  meant to literally soak in those waters until he gets better. Everybody is there. The last one to arrive was Kurosaki Ichigo, he is fortunately not that hurt but he needs some patching up too. You, who didn’t experience many injuries are really healthy by now, but the danger hasn’t passed, the Soul Society is not safe at all.
You spend the days sitting next to the pond, Zero squad officers are quite fun and warm to be around, and even delicious foods are served to all of you. Your special work is to help Byakuya with everything whenever he is out of the water, even help him eat. It is by far the most humiliating moment for him, but, he depends on the rest of the people who loves him and there is nothing he could actually do to avoid it.
Sometimes Rukia helps you with him, but, as your captain is the definition of being reserved he doesn’t allow his sister to watch him naked at all… oh, but you? It’s another story. Is not that his cheeks don’t get blushed every time you do, but, you give him a much-needed sense of security nobody is able to. And it continues to be that way for as long as it took him to get better…
“Now, the other arm…” you whisper to him, sliding the white silky kimono sleeve up his arm. He is a lot better already, no visible wounds are showing like before and he doesn’t feel that weak… however, for some reason, Byakuya hasn’t freed you from your duties with him. Both of you know you are no longer necessary, but none of you have the courage to accept it.
“Thank you…” he utters with his classic monotone voice and looks straight into your eyes. He is able to recognize the tiredness and exhaustion that your face holds. It hasn’t been easy, every night you slept next to him, waking up with every little sound he would make. Not to mention the many times you had to help him to walk to the bathroom, or even give him his meds ridiculously early in the morning. Byakuya knows he is forever in debt with you, no matter what happens from now on… but he also is unable to stop being selfish, there is something in you that he needs desperately; your soft hands while you brush his long hair after being in the pond, the way you check for fevers every night, or even knowing you will be right next to his bed if any nightmare hunts his dreams… he can’t and he won’t ask you for you to go, at least for now, he will enjoy the privilege of having you taking care of him.
“(Name)?” he asks, still with his gaze fixed in yours. “Y-yes, captain?” you mumble, with the sash that is meant to tight his kimono hanging in your hands. “We…” he stutters, his cheeks are becoming blushed once again. You wait for him to keep going, you know exactly what he wants to say but you need to hear him. You really do.
Byakuya, who for the first time has gone out of words, places his cold hand on yours. You detect a subtle trembling, a soft shaking. And, perhaps, waiting for something else to be said begins to sound stupid to both of you as your lips shorten the distance between them. Slowly, as if the moment lasted eternally. Your eyes close, his beautiful blue ones too. You can feel his reiatsu raising as he can feel yours. It’s a matter of seconds for you to seal this journey with a passionate kiss.
“TAICHO!” Renji screams, entering the room desperately and without, of course, knocking. As fast as you both possibly can, you separate. With the tingling sensation in your lips of a denied kiss and the tip of your ears red, you give Renji the deadliest stare.
Your vice-captain, who seems, luckily, not to catch it, informs you two the Soul Society is once again under attack, and of course, nothing, absolutely nothing matters the most; after all it was Byakuya who had already told him to get ready, but, that’s not something he had told you at all. And you understand why, because if you could decide, you would have him in a crystal box forever.
“Where are you going, Byak- Captain?” you ask, well knowing you aren’t alone any longer. “It’s time to go back to the fight, (Name). Stay here and rest. You can join us whenever you had slept properly” he orders, because even if he is calmed and collected, he is indeed now your captain again and that was a straight order from him.
You bite your lip, planning Renji’s murder but nod. There is no point into objecting your captain’s orders, even if you were his own mother he wouldn’t listen. “Right, I will Taicho. Please, take care. I will join you two later” you tell them, looking at the ground giving Byakuya’s the sash to tie it around his waist. And as fast as possible, captain and vice-captain leave the zero squad facilities…
Everything that happened to win the control over the Soul Society was crazy to say the least, but it was all worth it. The Quincies have perished, but as well as many of them, many of you did. It was hard for you all to accept the loss of your friends, of those who had been around for more than two thousand years. The reparations started and the Gotei 13 slowly came back to normal. But there were two people who definitely couldn’t… Byakuya and you.
“Taicho, since Renji is out with Rukia he told me to ask you about –“ you tell him, as he is sitting on his freshly renewed office. You can’t continue, he cuts you short. “Please, use his bracelet. You are my vice-captain from now on until he comes back” he informs you, remarking the “my” in his statement. Byakuya maybe isn’t aware of it, but he is so easy for you to read now…
“Sure…” you mumble, walking towards him as he lends you the vice-captain bracelet with the sixth squad insignia. You graze the tip of his fingers, and despite having touched him so many times it still makes you nervous. You smile at him, fixing the armlet before walking out of his office.
“Is that what you wanted to ask?” he stops you before you leave. You turn around to see him fixing his gaze at the paperwork he was reading before you arrived. “Yes…” you tell him, straightforwardly to the point. You know how much he hates people talking too much around him.
Byakuya puts his pen down, and his blue irises scan you up and down before speaking. It makes you weak, and you are not sure if it’s because of his reiatsu or because of how fast your heart beats. “Will you come tonight?” he asks, with a serious tone but a needy gaze, so needy you could hear him screaming how much he wants you by his side.
“Of course, I will, Taicho…” you swallow, of course you will. Each and every single night you help him bathe, exactly like when he couldn’t move, except that now, he is completely healthy.
Byakuya stands up, the sound of his imponent self lifting from his chair scares you to the point of making you flinch. Is not that he ever hurt you, not even that you are weak, but he makes you feel like you are made out of jelly. “Can you please come closer?” he asks, it’s obvious that Byakuya needs to address something with you, maybe the interrupted kiss before going back to fight.
You slowly walk towards him. You feel your legs quivering and you are grateful for your hakama pants to be as loosely as they are. He sits on the side of his desk, and as soon as you get close enough for his arms to snatch you, he does.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have taken this much” he moaned, before placing his lips violently against yours. You get surprised by his sudden reaction, but slowly you let his tongue enter your mouth as well as yours do the same with his. A passionate moment that you are sure made your heart stop beating for as long as lasted, marked the first real kiss in between you two.
Byakuya’s breathing turns hastily as he hugged you against him harder, as if he wanted to melt his body with yours. You can’t stop him, and you don’t want to either. It’s finally happening, and what you thought it would be a mere dream it’s not.
His hands tangle with the loosely fit of your shihakusho, but a little struggle is nothing for him as he finally manages to uncover your shoulders. Discovering your soft skin is something that Byakuya had been wanting to do since he realized how attracted he felt towards you. He doesn’t know when it started happening, he only knows he needs you. His pale lips land just where the collar bone and the arm join and leaving a trail of sweet kisses he goes up and down your neck.
Breathy moans scape your lips, while your fingers play with some strands of his hair. His scent is soft but manly, and it’s for sure spell bounding to you. It’s not that you haven’t noticed the perfume of his skin while taking care of him, but this time it was different… right now everything was tinted by lust. Lust and something else.
But, there is no dream that last forever and eventually you have to wake up…
Everything over the desk begins falling as he had turn you around. You are now resting your back over it, and the papers and ink he was using begins to spill. That, and the picture frame he usually has facing the window. It shatters to pieces; the covering glass ends up everywhere. That’s your wake up call, that’s Byakuya’s wake up call…
He stops kissing you, his hands slowly let go of the way he had pinned your wrists up your head. You notice his terrified expression, his eyes becoming glossy. His pupils reflecting the drops of ink falling over the picture that now had been left unprotected.
A smiling woman gets completely covered by dark, dark matter. And you quickly realized who exactly that woman was. It was not his sister, Rukia. Not even his mom… it was Hisana. His only ever known love, the woman he will love for eternity until he becomes invisible dust when his time comes.
You feel extremely heartbroken, guilty; such stupid outburst of sinfulness has destroyed Byakuya’s treasure.
“I’m so sorry” you mumble, with trembling lips and still heated cheeks. “It is- it is not your fault… see? I can’t touch you, I can’t… this is… I’m not a man, I’m sorry” he mutters, looking straight to the photo over the ground. You have the impression he is not talking to you, but to her. But in any case, you were the only one listening there.
He slowly stands up, landing you a hand to help you do the same. “I’m really sorry, Byakuya…” you apologize again, as if it had all been your fault. You walk towards the messed place and crunch to pick the photo up, maybe you could save it. Your hands staining in pure black begins to clean the paper, as long as it doesn’t get dry you could do something.
However, he stops you. His hand grabs your arm and lifts you up. “Don’t…” he orders, and you can’t help but feel a stinging pain in your heart. Of course, how dare you touch such important possession, how dare you even try to compare to her. “You are going to stain your hands, it’s ok. Come on” he says, and you are not sure if it’s just an excuse for you to stop touching it, or, because he doesn’t want you to feel like a replacement at all. Whatever the case it is, you obey.
“Please, go get your hands clean. Don’t come tonight, I’m really sorry” he shamefully tells you, with pain in his eyes. It is clear that he doesn’t want to let you go, but you understand he, you, both needs time. “Sure, captain. Please, tell me if there is something I could do for you. I’ll be in Renji’s office”
Your captain nods, Byakuya Kuchiki is back at his icy state, at his heart of stone self.
You smile kindly and turn around, and just as you get out of his office, you run to the nearest bathroom. The water that flows in between your palms clean the ink little by little, and as the liquid turns crystal again you flinch in pain. You discover a red spot that barely bleeds, but surely hurts. While picking the photo up a little tiny piece of shattered glass carved a cut in your hand. It’s nothing serious, but it’s almost a poetical representation of this love...
“This part of him, is the part that will hurt the most…”
And just like that tiny piece of glass buried in your skin, the feeling of his kisses did too. For the very first time in months, you are sleeping in your own bed, at the barracks as you should. Is not that Byakuya and you had slept exactly together, but almost. You had a futon next to his in his own manor, just like when he needed care. Every night after the almost sick routine of cleaning his body you both go to sleep. He hardly says something besides “Goodnight” but you are sure Byakuya isn’t able to sleep any longer if you aren’t right by his side. And you aren’t wrong.
His blue eyes, tinted by the warm dancing flame of a dying candle, fix in the ceiling of his room. He feels so lonely, and that loneliness he used to enjoy is nothing if it is not shared with you.
“I’m so sorry… I am really sorry… I wish I could be a man to you” he whispers, turning around to where you should be sleeping. He only sees the empty futon, no wrinkles, perfectly untouched. His fingertips graze your pillows, because even if he had scold you many times about sleeping with two, it was you, just you. It’s not enough, and nobody has seen him cry, and the wet spots on his pillow are the only proof of it…
But, you know, sometimes there are forces unable of being stopped, winds that blow so strongly that not even the stronger bud can resist… and just as the cherry blossoms begin to fall like rain over the ground, Byakuya did too…
“It’s been a lot since you have had breakfast with us, (Name)” your squad friends tell you as you are sitting in silence -with nothing but dark eye bags- eating your breakfast. You had forgotten how lively the barracks were, and for a brief moment you commit the selfish act of preferring the Kuchiki manor over breakfast at the community dinner.
You smile at them as you stuff your mouth with some kind of pancake, trying to avoid any direct gaze with any of them. But, people are naturally curious, and you knew they would ask sooner or later.
“What have you been doing at the Kuchiki manor, (Name)? I see that you are carrying the vice-captain bracelet, don’t tell me you are having an affair with our captain, and he has changed Renji for you”  
You turn around directly to the nosy person who dared to spit such accusation. Renji is like part of your family, and even if you were Byakuya’s lover you wouldn’t allow him to do such disgusting move. “I am the third spot, Lieutenant Abarai is out for a mission at the world of the living! that’s why I’m wearing his bracelet! He asked for it!” you spit back to that snaked tongue bitch.
“Oh, so you are denying taking Renji’s spot but not the affair with Kuchiki Taicho, then?” Some giggle, others widen their eyes. The fourteen spot of your company is going too far with the accusations, and her nor everyone under you should disrespect you.
You are out of words, how comes these people have turned this way against you? They were always so sweet, you come right after Renji in the power scale, and they have never ever treated you this way. You stutter, trying to deny something that is painfully untrue, but someone does it for you first…
An oppressive sensation falls over all of you, yet it’s not new, and it doesn’t hurt you the way it does for the 14th spot. “Kuchiki Taicho” some cough, they have never experienced their own captain’s free reiatsu, but he was definitely mad.
You turn around to see him standing right behind you, his left-hand rests over the hilt of Senbonzakura and his unaltered expression fixed on his rude subordinate. She knows exactly how fucked up she is right now, messing with Byakuya’s pride is the worst thing someone could ever do.
A subtle smirk draws in Byakuya’s lips. He is not punishing her, but he is sure no more words are gonna be needed for her -nor everyone there- to ever say something like that again.
“Lieutenant (Surname), come with me. We have work to do” he orders, placing his hand over your shoulder. Shoulder he kissed less than twenty-four hours ago, that still have the little indentations of his teeth on it. “Yes, Taicho” you answer, standing up in front of judging gazes. Shunpo isn’t fast enough to explain how quickly you left the barracks and followed Byakuya.
Nothing else is said between you and him about that morning incident, nor what happened yesterday, and he straight assigns you what Renji’s duties should have been. It’s mainly paperwork, staying in silence, sitting next to him over the same desk both almost made love the prior day. A desk that looks completely clean and just as always, except that now a picture frame is missing. How fast nobles get their stuff fixed, everything but those things money can’t buy. No wealth is enough sometimes…
“I’m finished, captain” you suddenly tell him after a few hours of writing endless reports. “Good, you like sushi?” he asks, as dry as always. You give him a low “uhum”, maybe you didn’t but you don’t really care, your stomach is as closed as the doors of his heart.
Suddenly, a maid enters the office. She never looks any of you in the eyes, and instead as she nods, she informs lunch is served. You didn’t know Renji ate with him at the main dining room of the manor, and in fact you have your doubts about it.
You follow him, the most luxurious plates are served and the view from the room shows the beautiful cherry blossoms fields outside. Everything smells flowery, subtly mixed with incense. Byakuya fleets the maid away and stops you from pulling your own chair. “Please” he says, doing it for you. Why is he acting this way?  
“Thank you, Taicho…” you mumble, perhaps it’s just his refined manners… that’s it.
He sits right in front of you, and in silence both take the first bite of delicious salmon nigiri. You try desperately to fix your gaze anywhere else but his lips, but even looking at the pink rain of petals outside reminds you of his kisses.
“It’s finally Cherry Blossom weather, huh?” he mumbles, putting down the little cup. “Y-yes… it is beautiful, it’s my favourite season…” you confess.  
“I thought so, I’ve seen you enjoy the flowers. You can come as many times as you wish to see them, it’s fine with me” he answers back, unaware of the effects of those words right in your heart. It makes your eyes get shiny, no matter how hard you try to stop it. And it is something that he notices, and as soon as he does, Byakuya walks towards you.
His soft fingers land on your chin, and his thumb barely grazes your lips. Demanding but delicately, he makes you look at him. A caress over your lips is all you need to succumb to him, and you begin to forget how painful this is.
“I’m sorry for what happened, please, keep coming every night. I know I’m being selfish, but I need it…” he whispers, coming closer to your mouth. “Please, until I’m ready…”
“Yes, Taicho… I’ll be there…”
And exactly like that, you were by his side, night after night, until your bodies couldn’t deal with the temptation any longer…
Back to the present…
“(Name), move!” Byakuya screams and uses his flash step to cover your back. His eyes weren’t looking at you, but at the hollow behind you. In a quick slash he cuts the bastard to pieces, saving your life. “AH… TAICHO” you scream, relieved. He sighs soundly, Byakuya is also relieved you are ok, but that doesn’t mean you are not getting scolded… “while in battle forget about everything but fighting. Be aware of your surroundings and don’t die on me. Ok?”
You nod with eyes wide open, unsheathing your Zanpakuto you get back-to-back to fight like captain and vice-captain. A fight that ends up several minutes after with every menace put down control.
Squad fourth works hard to cure the hurt Shinigami, but Byakuya is not out of danger…
“Kuchiki Taicho, you are under arrest!” a well-known voice resonates behind you all. The second squad captain, Sui-Feng has surrounded you all with his special forces and she is ready to take your lover to jail.
“Excuse me?” Byakuya asks, well knowing he hasn’t done anything wrong. But, it’s not the first time this happens to him, nor any of you.
“You were assigned to guard the surroundings but if it wasn’t because of Hitsugaya Taicho this could have been ended in a tragedy! I’ve been informed of suspicious reiatsu fluctuations regarding you and your current lieutenant tonight, if you have something to do with this certain outburst in hollows appearances this could be considered treason” she screams, as Byakuya and you become handcuffed…
He is not opposing; he is simply letting them do their work. He knows that, as soon as the new so Taicho, Kyoraku Shunsui, gets notified about this you two would be released. Byakuya looks at you to calm you down, as the special guards take you to the first squad facilities jail…
[to be continued] ➡ chapter 4
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renny33 · 4 years
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Chapter 6
Through the whole week, all 10th squad Shinigami's had suffered from frostbite and deadly glares from their captain who had been in a bad mood since the incident. Everyone was forbidden to talk about it unless they wish to experience a cold death.
Rukia knocked on the tenth office’s door and waited for a few minutes until she heard ‘come in’. She entered and saw the 10th Captain who seemed to have cooled down a bit, making her sigh in relief. Glad to see he has calmed down a bit or else she thinks she wouldn’t be able to come out alive after telling him the truth.
“Kuchiki.” Toshiro looked up when he heard Rukia closing the door behind her. Then, an alarming thought hit him. “Has Karin sent you here?” Toshiro narrowed his eyes in suspicion. Wary of everything, he wondered if Karin had set up a trap in his office without him knowing or has sent Rukia to give him a present like last time.
“No!” Rukia yelled, surprising Toshiro with her sudden outburst. Rukia cleared her throat, looking away embarrassed. “No, I came to tell you something.”
“Tell me something?” Toshiro raised one of his eyebrows.
“Y-Yes.” Rukia took a deep breath as clenching her fists and stared into Toshiro’s eyes.  “You see… I was the one who-”
Buzz
Both Shinigami's flinched at the unexpected phone call. Toshiro picked up the phone and answered it.
“Yes... Yes… Okay, I’m on my way.” Rukia stood there watching him grabbing Hyorinmaru, and the next thing she knew, he was already at the door. “I’m sorry Kuchiki, my men have started a ruckus at one of the bars. I need to go to stop them.”
Leaving Rukia behind in his office, she sighed before dropping her head down.
After breaking up his men’s fight, giving them a harsh scolding and punishment, he searched for the assistance of someone who would be willing to help him out for his next prank. And he knows the person. Byakuya Kuchiki. He remembered quite recently he saw him with squiggly lines all over his face in bright colors. It was very obvious who the culprit was. His face may be stoic, but the hand on his sheath, itching to unsheathe was more than enough to tell what was going through his mind. With this in mind, Toshiro visited Byakuya at his manor.
“Captain Hitsugaya.”
They sat opposite each other on the table and Toshiro watched Byakya taking his time to drink his tea, elegant as possible.
“I heard you have problems with Kusajishia who keeps intruding your manor.”
“I don’t see how this is any of your problems.”
“What if I have an idea of how to stop Kusajishia from intruding your manor?” This caught his attention.
“Stop Lieutenant Kusajishia?”
“Yes. It might teach Kusajishia a lesson.”
To his surprise, Byakuya easily agreed to assist him. He was happy the negotiation came out better than he expected. So, Toshiro and Byakuya teamed up, became partners in crime.  
Toshiro and Byakuya built trapdoors around the 11th squad using kido to make the trapdoors invisible, to catch their prey off guard when they are least expected. After they finished setting up all the trapdoors, they hide inside a tree with their reiatsu concealed.  
Through the morning, they caught some Shinigami's from the 11th squad falling for the traps and heard colorful words. Yet none of them was their target much to their disappointment. They waited. And waited. And waited. And-  
They caught someone! But they caught someone. Someone they never wanted to catch. Zaraki Kenpachi. The most bloodthirsty captain. Despite their stone look, their body froze and their brain went blank at the thought of how unfortunate they are.
“Ha…haha…” They watched Zaraki as his laugh slowly got louder and more malicious. The scarf buddies silently watched Zaraki flash-step search the 11th squad for two female Shinigami's. They immediately ran away, thankfully they didn’t get caught. God knows, how embarrassing it would be if Zaraki saw them hiding in the tree and knew it was them who planted those trapdoors.  
When they were in clear, far away from the 11th squad as possible, they glanced at each other and started laughing at how amusing that sight was. Zaraki Kenpachi stuck in a trapdoor. Ha!
This is the second time she had to run away from her captain, but this time, she had no idea what she did to deserve this.
“KARIN!” Zaraki howled. “COME BACK HERE!”
“What the hell did I do?” Irritated at the situation, Karin looked over her shoulder, to see Zaraki is still chasing after her. She just came back to her squad from her walk with her sister. When all of a sudden, she felt a killing intent nearby. So, like a normal person, she bolted. Didn’t even need to check who is it. Because there is only one person who would be rampaging around with a killing instinct was her captain. She cursed under her breath, wondering how to get out of this situation. As she was too busy trying to think, she didn’t notice she stepped on a trapdoor. Karin looked down to see the floor give out under her and she crashed to the ground.
“What? Why is there a trapdoor here!?” Karin screamed. What the hell is going on?
“Consider this as your punishment for planting those stupid trapdoors like a coward,” Zaraki smirked, pleased to see Karin who tried to muster up the scariest glare she could. But of course, this is Zaraki we are talking about. Nothing scares him.
“I didn’t do this!” Of course, when she tried to jump out but she hit something and immediately crashed back into the ground. She noticed there was a force field preventing her. This is when she realized who was the mastermind of this was. Toshiro. She let out of many colorful words out of her mouth and her captain continued walking, ignoring her screams.
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“Oi Matsumoto!” Matsumoto paused when she heard someone calling her name and saw Renji running towards her. “Do you know what’s going on with them?”
“No, I was about to ask you the same thing,” They saw them in the meeting, smiling at each other and silently laughing. Matsumoto and Renji looked at each other, communicating with their eyes, wondering if each other knew what they are laughing about.
“I tried to get anything out of Captain but he wouldn’t tell me anything!” No matter how much Matsumoto whined, begged, even bribed. He still kept his lips sealed.
“Captain Kuchiki once asked me to help him to build trapdoors.” He remembered when his captain asked him to help him to build trapdoors. He was baffled. He didn’t expect nor thought he would ever hear this kind of request from him. Before he could ask, Byakuya gave him a cold glare that shut Renji right up. Both of them looked at each other and shrugged, deciding it’s best to leave it as it is, as they wish not to get into trouble with their captain.
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shadowsnlace · 5 years
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How about a Byakuya anniversary drabble? For reasons😉 ❤️ *hugs*
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OK, I’m combining these for a very specific reason. Little background: (which @datpreciousgurl and @bubbleu already know) My hubby sent me a pic of Jason Momoa in a kilt and I went crazy (who wouldn’t?). He told me I should write a fic about Byakuya in a kilt. So, datpreciousgurl snuck an ask into my box for that very thing! Bless her sweet heart ;) And since buriedinbleach asked for an anniversary drabble (bless you!), the two kinda collided in my head. Hopefully, the result will strike a pleasant note for us all! Enjoy!
You were curled up on the bed you shared with Byakuya. Hard to believe that your second anniversary was only a week away. Time had flown so quickly, and yet the romance was still ever present thanks to Byakuya being the kind of man that he is.
The Scottish historical romance you were reading was just about to get to the good part – the love scene. You just couldn’t resist a man in a kilt. The men on the covers of your favorite choice in books weren’t really all that tempting, not when you had a real, live, gorgeous husband who could teach the writers of those romances a thing or two about sex. But, you loved to read the stories for the adventure and romance, and you always pictured Byakuya as the hero. The thought of him in a kilt with all his rippling muscles and warrior skills…you were getting hot and bothered just thinking about it.
“You really seem to be enjoying that book.” Byakuya’s cool, deep timbre made you nearly jump out of your skin. Where the hell had he come from?! 
You startled so hard you nearly ripped the book. “Byakuya!” You shoved a bookmark into the book then pushed it under your pillow. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
“So I see. You were rather engrossed in your book.”
More than you know, sweetheart. 
“Dinner is ready.” He announced as you got off the bed. He held his hand out for you to tuck yours into it – his usual action when escorting you anywhere. Any reason to touch you, he took it.
Much later that evening, while you were in the shower, Byakuya retrieved the book from under your pillow. One look at the cover and his brows rose. He opened to the bookmark and began reading. Oh my…
He finished reading the love scene then returned the book to its hiding place. He knew you kept a stash of more books in the bottom drawer of your nightstand. He layed across the bed, pulled open the drawer, and began to check them out one by one. They all had one thing in common: handsome warriors with swords and bulging muscles all dressed in kilts. 
“Hmm.” A smile creased his lips as a thought took root in his mind. 
–A week later–
The day of your anniversary arrived. The whole clan descended on the Kuchiki estate to celebrate. You and Byakuya made the rounds to thank everyone for their well-wishes. You both had something to eat at a table where you were surrounded by elders. You both shared a dance after the meal. Then, Byakuya disappeared completely. You spent the better part of half an hour looking for him only to come up empty-handed. 
You were about to start asking people if they had seen him when Renji pulled you aside wearing a grin. He told you that Byakuya was waiting for you in the glade near the river. 
You thanked Renji then set off for the private glade where you and Byakuya always went to go skinny dipping. The two of you had made love in that glade more times than you could count. It was secluded with an near otherwordly beauty unlike any place you’d ever encountered. 
Parting the soft branches of the bushes that stood guard to the glade, you stepped through and were completely halted in your tracks.
Byakuya stood, backlit by a beam of sunlight, hands casually propped on the pommel of a clayamore, and wearing a kilt with a length of tartan over one shoulder across his bare chest. Your heart stuttered in your chest. A slight breeze lifted his ebon locks, trailing them to one side. You knew without a doubt that he had timed this all perfectly so that the sun would strike him at just the right angle for maximum effect. You wouldn’t be a bit surprised if that breeze was created by kido. 
A smile curved your lips. Every Scottish warrior fantasy you’d ever had coalesced into that one moment. The heat of a blush warmed your cheeks. You knew your ears were probably turning bright pink too. “I see you found my stash of romance novels.”
His face was placid, “I did.”
You stepped closer, reached out to trail your fingertips along his arm. “I hope you don’t think that I was imagining myself with those men on the covers.” You moved behind him, fingers moving across the muscles of his back. “Because it was always you that I pictured, looking just like this.” He said nothing, but you felt him shift a bit under your touch. You pressed a kiss to his upper arm as you rounded back to face him. 
Grey eyes so much like the steel he held. You remembered a time when the weight of his gaze used to make you nervous. He had been such a mystery then, seemingly unreadable. You thought that it would take years for you to peel through the layers of Byakuya Kuchiki, but it hadn’t. Once he’d fallen in love with you, he seemed to open up like a flower unfolding to welcome the sun. The real Byakuya was a man of vast intelligence, sly humor, and deep passion. Lord Kuchiki and Captain Kuchiki were merely masks he wore when duty demanded it. Byakuya, your husband, your soul mate, was just for your eyes only – and that was exactly who stood before you now.
“Where did you manage to get a kilt, a tartan, and a clayamore?” You asked. 
“It seems Kisuke Urahara can procure anything in the world of the living. And thanks to something called ‘Amazon’ he can have it delivered in two days.”
You snickered, “I’m sure he’s scratching his head and wondering what you needed with a kilt and a length of Scottish tartan.”
He smiled, “I sent Renji to handle it.”
“Of course you did. The sneaky Lord Kuchiki can’t have anyone knowing what he’s up to.”
“Secrecy was of the utmost importance. Your anniversary surprise was at stake.” He was being playful. Gods, how you loved this side of him.
You cast a look at the sword, “You do know that Senbonzakura is going to be very jealous of you handling another sword.”
Byakuya stabbed the sword into the ground, leaving it to stand on its own. “He was the one that suggested it for authenticity.” He reached for you.
Stepping into his embrace, you lifted your face to his, “Remind me to thank him later.”
“Tomorrow,” his voice dropped to a softer tone. “Later you will be much too busy.” His eyes held yours, “Tha gaol agam ort.”
“What is that?”
“It is Scottish Gaelic. It means ‘I love you’.”
Your heart squeezed tight, “You learned that just to say to me?”
He grinned, “I learned a lot more than that.” Mischief was dancing in his eyes. 
You giggled. You were in for a lot more Gaelic – romantic, naughty, and playful. It would resonate on your skin, fill your ear when he leaned close, or be whispered against your lips while he was buried deep inside you. “Tell me, I want to hear it all.”
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gelidial · 5 years
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character development.
let me actually talk a bit about rukia’s personality development because i find it quite interesting to see how she grows through various stages in her life. this is majorly just a summary + my own perception of things, so please feel free to judge my views.
we begin with her childhood in rukongai. the life as an orphan in a dangerous district like inuzuri shaped her into a tomboy - loud, boisterous, aggressive and violent to some extent. this is not surprising, as this was, perhaps, the only way she could survive in the harsh conditions all alone until she met renji and the gang. the time in rukongai has laid the foundation of her loud nature and tendency to kick and yell at people that we witness since chapter one.
next comes the shin’o academy which becomes a crucial part of her life. aside from the fact that she gets directly confronted with the different treatment towards nobles and normal people, she is even more confronted with not possessing any extraordinary talents. while yes, her grades at kido were high, she states herself that the power of her spells was nothing out of the ordinary, and she required later extra training with kaien to reach a level of swordsmanship worthy of later receiving lieutenancy and captaincy. additionally, the offer to be adopted into the highest nobility that is the kuchiki clan certainly lowered her self-perception even more, as she a) was already seemingly unworthy of even being a regular shinigami due to her origin and lack of special skill and b) being lifted to nobility while being so unspecial made her feel like a misfit in this setting.
another major point is kaien’s death. already her perception of her own fault in this, her belief she is the murderer of her lieutenant tells everything - this event hit her extremely hard, mainly because kaien taught her everything she knew and gave her a stable anchor in her life. at home, nothing was waiting for her; her only family, byakuya, cared little for her, going as far as being visibly displeased by her not receiving a seat in the division after her first day. but the division, and even more kaien, accepted her openly and friendly, a ( soul equivalent of ) a teenager trained for battles. his positive attitude was a counterbalance to the coldness she experienced at home, hence his death induced by her own hands - actually an act of mercy for kaien who was beyond saving - destroyed the only positive thing in her life and brought a deep sense of guilt and even suicidal thoughts for a long time.
important to remember about the relationship between the kuchiki siblings is: it is not exactly byakuya’s treatment that shaped her, but rather her own perception of what he thinks of her. she herself assumes him to be cold, disinterested and discontented with whatever concerning her. there was a lack of communication between them; while byakuya ( if we deduce that by logic ) most probably couldn’t deal with hisana’s death and already looking at rukia’s face pained him, rukia herself interpreted this as his unwillingness to engage in interacting with her and kept her distance, ending up believing him to be cold and emotionless, only following the laws of seireitei. eventually, this misunderstanding made rukia force herself to perfection, diligently working to anyhow gain her brother’s approval.
enter ichigo, who metaphorically kicks himself through the door of her heart and vehemently stays there. of course, it was at first only an alliance of convenience, caused by rukia’s loss of shinigami powers and heavily dictated by her perfectionism and workaholic tendencies, but as time progressed and they worked side by side or were at school, her almost obsessive following of the laws of seireitei has diminished - ichigo helped her to open up again to the joys of young life, he became, similarly to his relative kaien, an anchor for her with whom she was able to find new friends in the orihime, chad and uryu.
all until she gets arrested and the execution is about to happen. the sentence is a relapse into her feelings of guilt and self-deprecation, believing herself unworthy of anyone’s love and help and even going so far that she is willing to accept her death as atonement. while later in the arc she overcomes these feelings, having received the forgiving of the shiba siblings and having learned of her brother’s support and care for her, they later come back during the invasion in hueco mundo.
a thing that struck me throughout this arc is the change of honorifics rukia uses to address byakuya: she uses aniki when she gets arrested, but later in the manga she uses nii-sama. a curious detail, if considered that 
aniki is used when the relationship is unusual, mainly when the speaker and the addressed person are not related, with the latter being only a “big brother figure”
whereas nii-sama hints at being members of one family and shows respect, but is less formal due to the lack of the honorific o- prefix 
( this is at least what my research gave, i don’t know japanese myself so no guarantee on correctness ). this change in speech indicates that she grew to accept byakuya as her older brother despite him having earlier ignored her presence in his life and even actively assisted in executing her.
next comes the war against aizen and the espada. as mentioned, it causes a relapse of rukia’s negative emotions during the battle against aaroniero. since he has absorbed kaien and took his appearance, he managed to bring rukia to a point of willingly accepting death by aaroniero’s hands to atone for her ‘murder’. the memory of kaien’s true nature, differing from aaroniero’s behavior, took her to overcome her pain of guilt and win the battle against the espada. after the victory over aizen, she lost contact with ichigo due to his loss of shinigami powers, but she visited karakura often before her promotion, so she had always a place to live out being a teenager rather than a member of the gotei 13.
then comes the time of lieutenancy and further the thousand year blood war. there is little to say about this time sans the visible stabilization in the relationship between the kuchiki siblings. i will simply refer to chapter 570 as proof - byakuya called the first time rukia ever performed her bankai ‘splendid’ and stayed by her side to help her thaw slowly and securely, showing both his approval of her skills and his care for her life and well-being. if this is not the peak of their possible closeness as siblings, then i don’t honestly know.
to summarize, we watch rukia grow from the loud and aggressive yet lonely, insecure girl who got abandoned by her only family to a strong, independent and loving young woman worthy of her name, position and title. she comes to terms with her feelings of guilt and insecurity, accepts her place within the gotei 13 and finds the needed connection to her brother.
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sunderedazem · 6 years
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hey u apparently do headcanons if asked? could i ask for bnha class1-a ~randomly~ ends up in soul society - crackish shenanigans as they try to get them home? please?
(first off, omg this took so long for me to answer I’m so sorry)
Second….oh LORD I have a LOT of these. Enjoy them all!
BnHA Class 1-A in Seireitei!! 
They probably all explode into existence in the middle of a captains’ meeting or something. Because everything happens to Class 1-A.·         
(Class 1-B ends up lost in peaceful Rukongai until it’s time for them to go home)·  
Of course, they have no idea how they got there. Hitsugaya – of course -  has to deal with them until they can send them home. 
Predictably, this doesn’t go as planned·         
Just on the way to the Tenth Division, the group gets split up. Mostly because Matsumoto punted Mineta nearly into the Shakonmaku-barrier and Iida sprinted off to try and retrieve him.
Also Matsumoto won’t shut up about the adorable human friends aw you’re all so cuuuuuuute. Hitsugaya vows to kill her later·         
Katsuki somehow wanders into the Eleventh Division…
(He, Madarame, and Zaraki are a terrifying friendship, stop making me think about it)·         
Tokoyami wanders into the Third Division. He and Kira are pleasantly surprised to meet each other and end up talking extensively about existential philosophy.·         
Kaminari and Mina run afoul of Kuchiki Byakuya in the Sixth/Kuchiki Manor. 
Luckily, Yaoyorozu is there to smooth everything over and has the presence of mind to NOT gawk at the size of the house omg it’s sooooooo big, how rich IS this guy?·         
Kouda ends up in the Seventh. Tetsuzaemon is forever grateful when Kouda agrees to temporarily translate what Komamura is saying into Japanese. 
Hitsugaya reluctantly allows this out of respect for Komamura and because Kouda loves dogs.·         
Mineta is eventually fished out of the Eighth Division, having been bribed into obedience by Lisa with her “collection” of swimsuit magazines. Lisa is pleasantly surprised when the girls of Class 1-A drop by with Matsumoto later to thank her.·         
Ichigo rescues Katsuki from the Eleventh. They get into a yelling match on the way back to the Tenth. Then Zaraki drops by. 
(read between the lines, you know what happens here)·         
Izuku will not stop asking questions, dammit Midoriya, no we don’t use OWLS to communicate, that’s a human concept. 
Hitsugaya is just trying to do all the paperwork this incident has caused. ·  
Kirishima tries to volunteer to be a target for kido practice because of his Quirk. Hitsugaya has to chase him down and drag him off.·         
Iida insists on everyone earning their keep while they’re stuck in the Tenth and suddenly Hitsugaya has to supervise twenty human teenagers trying to run errands for everyone under the sun·         
Okay, Uraraka being able to make the heavy stuff weightless is actually really helpful, and Iida is actually a really convenient delivery boy, and Shouji and Sero are really good at the construction repairs but Yaoyorozu, please stop making sake for Matsumoto, she isn’t having a last-minute birthday party for a long-lost sister and Mina is melting holes in the floor and Bakugou Katsuki quit inviting Madarame into my division·         
Todoroki is actually helpful too, mostly because he’ll make ice and douse Hitsugaya in cold if everything is getting too stressful, and god does Toushiro have a headache·         
Kurotsuchi is entirely too interested in their Quirks. And Class 1-A finally learns of Hitsugaya’s protective streak when he snaps and ices over the entire Twelfth Division
The HitsuSquad is especially amused by this
Todoroki may or may not be responsible for some of that ice
There are DEFINITELY more of these, but here’s a bunch for right now!
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