Basically the crystal was the shinigami equivalent of a condom, and it broke. So yes, very likely that if Ichigo doesn't realize that its broken and keeps using the charm, he'll get, very, very pregnant. Plus, the stronger your spirit energy, the more likely it is to happen. Both Ichigo and Renji are pretty heavy hitters in the riatsu department, so do the math?
The votes are in, Isshin is Uruhara's baby's daddy! (squeak) With the suggestion/request of Shunsui/Ukitake somewhere down the line. Considering how much of a riot Shunsui is? How can I say no?
(blasts Go (Fighting Dreamers)) Here we go!
"WHEEEEE!" Jinta cried as he grabbed a beanbag chair and did a belly slide towards the TV. "Twenty four hours of Hagaren! Twenty four hours of alchemic mayhem from beginning to end! Twenty four hours off..."
"WE GET IT!!!!" Karin took a teddy bear from Ururu's bed and smacked Jinta with it upside the head.
Yoruichi, in cat form, poked her head in, then climbed up on the bed next to Ururu, purring. She had a note from Uruhara in her teeth as she handed it to Ururu. It read, "there's popcorn and cocoa ready for us in the kitchen, but Uruhara-san says not to stay up too late watching Full Metal Alchemist or he'll give us both double chores." Yoruichi had wanted to see the marathon too. So Uruhara had asked her to keep an eye on the other three and babysit. And who would suggest a cat of being a babysitter?
"Awwww, that's no fun!" Protested Jinta.
"That goes for the two of you, but I can stay up all night. Besides, that's why man made video tapes, for all night marathons that you end up missing." Karin stated as the opening for the first episode began to play.
Yoruichi seemed to smile, contemplating whether or not to climb on the TV and fall asleep. But if Jinta was rowdy she didn't want to risk being toppled over. And the bed was soooo comfy.
Ururu got up and came back with a tray of cocoa and a bowl of popcorn that had to be as big as Karin's torso. The three kids filled smaller bowls and mugs and started to eat while they watched.
Karin was also working on her drawings from that morning. She'd never gotten to finish them all. Then she spotted the jade tiger pawing gently at the rice paper door. "Okay, I'll let you in."
"Who?" Jinta asked as he looked up from where Ed had just managed some kind of fantastic transmutation in order to fight Cornello.
"Don't you see him?"
"Who?"
"The jade tiger sitting outside. I mean he's right there and he wants in." Karin stated.
"you're seeing things." Jinta said dismissively.
"No I'm not. Its some kind of spirit and he's been following me all day." Karin stated. "He even appeared in my dreams last night. He was really soft and fluffy."
Yoruichi peered in the direction Karin was looking in, trying to sense if something was there. There was, but it was faint, the barest vestiges of riatsu. Yoruichi sighed in disgust to herself, then turned back to the movie as Karin opened the door for the tiger.
"See? He's soaking wet since it started to rain outside." Pointed out Karin. She flopped back on the bed with her popcorn and ate, the tiger jumping on the side of Karin opposite where Yoruichi lay, but the shapeshifter still couldn't see him.
Time passed, 10 at night, 11 at night. Karin felt her eyelids getting heavy. Yoruichi was snuggled against her arm on one side, and the tiger on the other. Karin yawned and closed her eyes for just a moment.
Then she dreamed, but unlike before, this dream was a nightmare.
Karin was crouched in the bushes by the river, and those bushes were all that seperated her from the desperate scene in front of her. though thier forms were blurred, she recognized Orihime, Tatsuki, Uryu was harder to make out, and Keigo was blurry at this distance in her dreams eye.
Four forms were also crumpled at the base of the wall. Four bodies connected to the other four, stuck on the wall by chains and with a chain leading from each to the others on the ground.
A man. And Karin could see him clearly in her dream, had a sword pressed to Orihime's chain. Karin knew, though she didn't know how she knew, that if that were sliced, and that blade looked sharp enough to snap the metal, that Orihime would die. His back was to her, but she could see brown hair on him, and a large white and black jacket with the kanji for 5 on the back. His back was turned to her as he menaced the quartet on the wall.
"Tell me where Ichigo Kurosaki is, and I let you all go. Keep your mouths shut… and I start yanking some chains." He lifted the sword, tightening its bite into the metal and letting the links clink ominously.
"Don't listen to him! He can't know where Ichigo is!" Orihime protested, terrified. "Let him kill me! I'm not important! Don't give away where Kurosaki-kun is!"
The man smacked her. "Silence! I give the orders!" Then he seemed to consider. "But if you're so interested in playing the martyr…" And he moved to snap the links.
"NO!! LET HER GO!!!!" Karin bellowed as she slid down the slope and jumped the man where he stood.
Karin caught a glimpse of glasses, dark, placid eyes like two moonlit mirrors that went wide in surprise at being jumped by a ten year old. Then she was savagely pounding him in the head with her fists. "ow o wow o wow! Evil little…"
Tatsuki started shouting. "That's it Karin!!! Let the bastard have it!!!!!!!"
"Karin-chan! Look out!" Screamed Orihime.
A shadow fell over Karin. There was the most horrible sensation, like snakes were slowly coiling around her neck and squeezing so tight she thought she might choke! Then a soft, menacing Osaka accent purred in her ear. "Feisty little un arncha? Well I'll take ye out with one chop then."
The blade from her opponent sliced into her spine, severing the entire column, then moved slowly, painfully up the left side, slicing the aorta. Karin screamed as he twisted it brutally inside of her heart, the blade growing, pushing torturously through her own body and out the otherside.
Karin's shriek of pain was final as she fell to the ground, chained like the other four, but so… so frighteningly cold… and she couldn't move, she couldn't breathe, she was so terrified!
The footsteps were soft, menacing in their lack of volume as Karin's vision faded out, before the stomp crushed the connection completely.
Karin sat up straight on Ururu's bed, screaming. Writhing, the pain from the dream was so real, so tangible that it shot through her body, paralyzing her. Her body tensed up into a fetal position, the muscles stiffening.
Yoruichi toppled off the bed with a yowl and went running out the door. "Karin!" Jinta cried, rushing over from where he was sprawled on his beanbag chair.
Karin lay there, whimpering as the pain from the dream echoed through her.
Ururu looked frightened. "Karin! Karin what happened?"
Yoruichi, human now, came running in. "Jinta, go get Uruhara. NOW. Boot him out of bed if you have to. Ururu, go get Tessai, tell him to make some chamomile tea, add valerian to it. Understand?"
The two nodded and ran off. The woman now kneeling by Karin and rubbing her back, murmuring soothing things to her and trying to comfort her fear. "What happened? What did you see?" She hadn't been in charge of intelligence for all those centuries without knowing a precognative incident when she saw it. The contents of such dreams or visions faded after a few minutes of waking and had to be recorded quickly or the warning would fade.
Karin gulped, whimpering in fear as the pain from the dream started to fade. "There was a brown haired man, glasses, eyes like a lake in moonlight, and a snake... they were gonna kill her..."
"Who?" Yoruichi insisted softly.
"I..." Karin blinked, trying to remember who. "I can't remember... she was pretty... niisan liked her..." She paused. "He said something about chains... he was going to slice hers... couldn't let that happen... had to stop him... I jumped... and the snake bit..., slid around my neck and bit... I didn't know snakes spoke Osakan..., my spine... my chest... then a crash... I fell... and... and..."
"Do you remember the time? The date?"
"The sun... the sun was high... the date? I don't know... close... but not too close... it felt close..." Karin babbled. She wasn't really making any sense. But her mind was frozen and fuzzy. She couldn't think, and while the pressure on it was fading, she still felt like somebody'd put her through a meatgrinder.
"Okay, Karin rest... Tessai will be in with tea." Yoruichi stood to leave.
"Wait!" Cried Karin, hoarsely, grabbing her arm. "Can you stay until he gets here? I'm scared... the pain... it was so real..."
//I'll bet it was.// Yoruichi thought to herself. Precognition was always stronger when pertaining to the person seeing. She had no doubt of what Karin had witnessed.
Karin was so terrified, in so much pain from the dream, because she had foreseen her own death. And if her description from the vision was correct, Aizen and Ichimaru would be her murderers. Tears sprung to the tanned woman's eyes as she tried to comfort the girl. There was nothing for it. Without a specific place, date and time there was no way to protect Karin, to keep what was going to happen from occuring. Karin could only be protected one of two ways, if the dream repeated itself (rare, but it did happen) or somebody kept a constant watch on her until it happened. And since they had no idea when that would be, the success of the second strategy was almost nil unless the first happened.
Over the centuries Yoruichi thought she'd become accustomed to death. She was very, very wrong.
The soul society was relatively peaceful that night, indeed, Shunsui was in bliss on the arms of not just one, but 3 beautiful women in the 80th district.
He was also very, very drunk. This was why the other woman in the bar, the one who simply sipped her rough alcohol and watched, was laughing at him. "For a captain you sure don't carry yourself with much dignity!"
"I have every bit of... dignity miss... miss..."
"Call me Kukaku shinigami, and you'd better get home before you get into trouble with the missus." Kukaku slurred and giggled drunkenly, pointing to the figure that had just entered the room.
Had she not been drunk, Kukaku would have started yelling at Jushiro Ukitake. But she was drunk, she wasn't in the mood to deal with Shunsui being a drunken manwhore, and this was just going to be one hilarious story to tell the others tomorrow when she got home.
Shunsui didn't notice Ukitake's entrance. "Whaaaaa?" He slurred. "My Nanao-chan? She can jump on it any time she..." One of the women started rubbing her breasts against his back and he let out a satisfied purr. He wasn't making much sense obviously. And it was all Kukaku could do not to roll on the ground laughing. "Ukitake-taisho, why don't you take your friend home."
"Ooh? Jyou! Come join me! I'm sure my lovely... lovely... lady friends wouldn't mind the company?" Shunsui looked like he was ready to topple over from the alcohol.
"Shunsui dear friend." And the three prostitutes were calmly disentangled from Shunsui's shoulders and arms. "You have had far too much to drink."
"But Kukaku-chan sold this stuff to the bartender. Her brother brought it back when he went with Kurosaki-san to the living world, its called Grey Goose!" Shunsui pointed to the bottle he'd purchased. "I wanna finish it..." He slurred.
"I'm sure we can get you something to eat instead..." Ukitake promised.
"Eat? Why would I want to eat Kukaku-chan?"
Ukitake rolled his eyes heavenwards for his friends drunken stupidity. "I mean food." He nodded to Kukaku and mouthed. 'thank you.' Before he calmly took Shunsui by the arm and lead him out.
"Jyou-kun! My legs are jelly!" Whimpered Shunsui as he struggled to keep up with the 13th captain. He was hot the way he walked like that. Seriously, seriously hot to Shunsui's drunken mind. Ukitake slowed down enough to let the other lean on him. But Shunsui tripped on a stone, toppling forward.
Ukitake froze. Shunsui's hand was flush against his crotch. "Urg... get off of me." He grumbled.
"Carry me Jyou-kun!" Shunsui whined, trying to climb onto Ukitake's back. "My legs won't work right."
Ukitake grumbled, scooping Shunsui up. Despite his condition he was more than capable of doing so. Though he admittedly probably shouldn't flashstep home with Shunsui in his grip.
Shunsui complained all the way home. But Ukitake didn't mind. He had a plan of his own. He'd been planning it for ages. That was why he'd gone out this far at night on his own. He wanted Shunsui to himself.
Two problems with this. Shunsui had been sighted chasing many, many skirts in his day, but never the menfolk, and he was currently very very drunk.
But the 8th division captain happily curled up against the other's chest, nearly purring with delight. Perhaps Ukitake should keep some of this "grey goose" if it made Shunsui this kittenish.
Finally they reached the house Ukitake went to when he wanted to sleep away from the rest of the Seireitei. When he needed peace and quiet.
He set Shunsui down on the futon. The place was small, only three rooms really. A room, a kitchen and a bathroom. But it was cozy, the sheets flannel instead of silk and warm. The pictures were of people he knew and memories he cared about rather than faces long since gone. Simple rice, noodles and fish or meat was kept cool in something that Kaien had brought back once on one of his trips, he called it an "ice box." Ukitake's most discrete servents kept the place simply stocked. Nothing opulent, but everything comfortable and warm.
The perfect place to make a lovenest with his Shunsui, simple and pure. Ukitake slipped off his jacket hanging it over the end of the bed, he took off Shunsui's hat and cloak. Then Ukitake slipped out of his kimono, leaving his chest bare, the hakama covering him from the waist down.
Shunsui hiccuped slightly and crawled into Ukitake's lap. "Jyou-kun... you're so warm..." He murmured, wrapping his arms around the other.
The brush was light, but he could feel the other flush against him. "Shunsui... why do you embarass yourself in front of women like that? You were drunk, and that's one of the bad areas. Someone could have jumped you." He said tenderly, rubbing the other's back.
Shunsui didn't answer, but he did wriggle closer, practically curling up into Ukitake's lap like an affectionate cat, bringing his member into contact with the thirteenth captain's"So peaceful."
Ukitake felt himself blush deeply, Shunsui was very, very hard from the alcohol and the attention earlier.
"You're being an idiot." Ukitake murmured to the other, bending low so that he could whisper in the other's ear.
Later neither were sure why Shunsui did it. The 8th captain yanked Ukitake down to kiss him, hard, on the lips. Ukitake froze, then returned a kiss that suddenly felt shy to him.
Ukitake sighed breathily, gently pushing the other down to the pillows before kissing him again. Slowly, so gently, reverent arms wrapped around his shoulders, sliding the Hakama free when they reached Jushiro's hips. Ukitake reached down to kiss Shunsui's neck and shoulders, nibbling lightly. The eighth divisioner moaned beneath him, and then the world dissolved into an ocean of pleasure.
Shunsui was quite drunk, probably the only reason why he didn't try to pull away. This was Jushiro they were talking about. And Shunsui trusted him implicitly. His breath grew heavy as he felt the other's hardness pushing against his back. //So good...// He murmured.
Somewhere in the back of the Captain's mind he remembered that he should be using something... something that would prevent him from linking... something that would prevent him from getting...
And then Ukitake's hands stroked his back as he slid his tongue up the other's ass, and all rational thought was driven from the other's mind. Shunsui let out an inarticulate howl, the spike of riatsu shuddering around him. Jushiro was actually doing this to him? It felt... so...
Ukitake growled low in his throat, he was trying to stretch and slicken the other with his tongue. He wanted the other to love every second of what he did. "Let me inside you Shunsui..." Jushiro murmured softly as he pulled back. "let me feel you."
Shunsui arched his back. "Take me... damnit do it..." His body felt flushed with heat, he knew he should be worried about something, but the alcohol blurring his judgement and the ministrations of one that he would trust with his life, let alone his body, made it hard for him to think. His body, his mind felt still, calm. It was total trust, and a total absence of fear.
Jushiro reached for some of the oil he kept in a nearby drawer, he'd put it there just in case he /did/ succeed on getting the man now writhing beneath him into bed. He poured some on his member, rubbing the other's back with his hands as he positioned himself at Shunsui's entrance. "Shhh..."
He had had enough of seeing his best friend drunk and trying to pick up girls while he was at it. And he'd loved Shunsui deeply since they'd both made captaincy, maybe even before.
Still he hesitated. Until Shunsui's voice spoke up from the pillows, perhaps the only relatively lucid thing he'd said since Jushiro'd found him. "I ran down the bare and ragged path, until my feet could carry me no more. Just when I thought I would never run again, I found you."
It was a love poem that had circulated in the Soul Society around the Meiji Era. But it was a famous one and a favorite for the two of them. Jushiro leaned in to kiss the back of his lover's neck tenderly as he slid inside.
Shunsui was tight around him and the thirteenth captain moaned in pleasure, slowly, tenderly, kissing his neck and shoulders. Panting slightly, the other moved beneath him, settling himself before Ukitake started to move, thrusting gently in and out of the other's body.
Fire lashed through their bodies, their soft moans and gasps and the sound of sweaty skin on skin were the only testimate to their activities in the firelight of the small room. Shadows on the wall marked their movements beneath the covers, one, flame kissed primal animal.
And at last the sensation overwhelmed senses. Shunsui screamed his lover's name into the night, and Jushiro whispered hoarse promises in his ear as he came deep into his lover, plunging riatsu into his systems and making the bond tight, deep, and strong.
Rangiku felt guilty when she knocked on Hitsugaya's door that evening. "Hitsugaya-taisho." Was the gentle call.
"Hai Matsumoto Fukutaicho?" Hitsugaya asked sleepily, rubbing sand from his eyes. He'd had patrol that day, he needed to sleep.
"I need to speak with you..."
"Oh?"
"About Kurosaki's younger sister..."
Hitsugaya blinked. Then the bizzarity of the topic registered. "sit." He patted the bed.
Rangiku sat down, and then explained what had happened, and what she'd done. "And now, I'm not sure I want to be the one to tell Ichigo he's not the only pure blood in town."
Hitsugaya nodded. "We don't necessarily tell somebody." He explained. "When something like this happens, the still living Shinigami is assigned somebody to guard him or her and protect them until they die, then send them on with the Konso."
"So that they stay safe? Yes, but if Ichigo finds one of us following him."
"Then we assign somebody close to Ichigo to keep watch and he never suspects." Hitsugaya yawned. "I'll make the report to Yamamoto sotaicho in the morning. Now go back to bed."
Rangiku obeyed, heading back along the dorms to her quarters. but she didn't feel like obeying at all; and though the nightbirds and insects played a cheery lulluby for her that night, she could not bring herself to sleep, nor shake the feeling of dark days coming.
