Disclaimer: I don't own bleach or Okami,
This is really a series of idea's I've had in my head but they may develop into a story at some point. I hope everyone enjoys it
This is set sometime after the events of Bleach I've decided. Also I don't own Okami or Bleach.
Entering the Seireitei
"Waka, how much further is it?" A small girl whined ideally bouncing a bone white ball with each step she took.
"The Seireitei is just ahead Ma Cherie" The man beside her assured as the single heels of his sandals clacked quietly on the road.
"It's about time!" She shouted joyfully before rounding on her companion.
"Hey what did I say about calling me that?" She growled.
He chuckled glancing down at her, "That I may call you by it"
"Really?" He nodded.
"Huh, well whatever at least we're here!" She shouted staring up at the giant stone walls. "Hey where's the door?"
"To the left Cherie" He pointed.
"Good I'll go knock" She giggled, skipping over curling her arm back.
"Cherie pleas-"
The ball was already sailing through the air and impacted the wooden gate with surprising amount of force for someone so small.
"Waka, the ball is stuck" The girl pouted while pointing to the hole in the gate.
"Well you should have thrown it more softly" Waka replied simply. "Perhaps you should assume your normal form before the door opens" he advised.
"But I like my cute form" She whined waving her arms wildly even though they were hidden in the white sleeves of her kimono.
"Yes it would be for the best Ama –"
"Ammy, call me Ammy" She shouted as her body morphed from a small toddler to a women in her early teens. Clad in a white kimono laced with red and similarly colored obi, her pure white hair hung in a pony tail the tip of which appeared to have been dipped in ink. A top her head two tuffs of hair stood up much like the ears of a dog.
"You are as lovely as always" Waka smiled placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Thanks now go get my ball" She grinned a bit evilly.
He sighed, the wings connected to the eagle shaped helm on his head spreading out as he flew toward the hole.
Below Ammy drew the sword that hung from her obi and held it straight above her head. With a resounding clang she blocked the huge sword of the gate keeper.
"None may enter the Seireitei" He growled increasing the force on his sword.
"Back away guardian" Ammy yawned not even glancing at his massive form.
The giant's eyebrow twitched in annoyance. "Who are you to command the great Jidanbo?"
Hearing the challenge in his voice she finally looked up at him. The air around them seemed to harden. Jidanbo groaned straining his muscles as the weight of his body became too heavy for his legs. He fell to his knees, his sword arm going completely limp as his body broke out in a cold sweat. He could barely even look upon the women who with a mere flex of her reiatsu had forced him into submission.
"Ma Cherie" Waka called floating down next to her.
Jidanbo's mind boggled watching the man move and speak easily in the leaden air.
Waka, Presented the ball to women the weight was lifted instantly.
Jidanbo shakily rose himself to one knee eyeing the odd pair.
"Ah glad to see your still breathing" Waka remarked offhandedly.
"I'm guessing we can pass now?" Ammy asked returning her sword to its sheath while inspecting the ball brushing away bits of wood.
Jidanbo nodded and slowly raise the gate his arms still shaking.
"Thanks" both smiled and bowed stepping inside with the gate crashing down behind them.
Upon the gates closing they were surrounded by soul reapers. "I've come to claim the title of Taichou of the ninth division" Ammy proclaimed.