A Captain's Love: Part Two
Requested By: XxWolfMan95xX

Anime: Bleach

Reader:
Yuki Okami
Female
21
Long brown hair that goes down her back, held in a ponytail, blue eyes, wears glasses, pale skin, 5'0", D-cup, small curves, wears a wolf necklace
Soul Society. Substitute Soul Reaper.
Human
Shikai

Character:
Sajin Komamura
Male
Unknown
Brown fur all over his body except lower jaw and below, pointed brown ears with black tips, brownish gold eyes, wears the traditional Soul Reaper outfit with Captain's haiori with the number 7 in Japanese kanji on back, gauntlets on hands, boots.
Soul Society. Soul Reaper, Captain of Squad 7
Shikai, Bankai, massive strength

Plot: Prior, during, and post Soul Society arc. Sajin and Yuki meet when he shows up injured in her yard. Not saying any more because it will ruin the story.
Relationship: Growing
Word Count: 5,635

Last time, in "A Captain's Love", Yuki Okami met and healed Sajin Komamura, a Soul Reaper captain. Due to the severity of his injuries and depletion of his reiatsu, Sajin had to stay in the World of the Living, something Yuki agreed to. During his stay, Yuki developed romantic feelings for the captain, but did not voice them, for fear of rejection. Sajin also grew fond of her, but the true depth of his feelings was unexplored.
 After Sajin returned to the Soul Society, Yuki resumed her daily routine, adding sword training to her ledger. She had been training for about a month when she ran into the Kurosaki gang. After helping them defeat a Hollow, she took them back to her place, where names and pasts were exchanged. When Rukia offered her a place on the team, Yuki accepted. Rukia then took her to Urahara's shop, where Yuki was given her own Zanpakutō.
 Upon hearing Rukia had been taken back to the Soul Society, Yuki joined Ichigo in his training under Urahara, and achieved a power level comparable to his. Once everyone had joined up, they entered the Soul Society to bring Rukia home. It is there that this story picks up.

Behind his helmet, Sajin narrowed his eyes as Gin walked in. The idiot had gone off on his own to confront ryoka that had mysteriously appeared in the Rukon district. Upon hearing, the Squad 7 Captain's heart had jumped, hoping beyond hope that, perhaps, Yuki was among them. Nevertheless, it did not excuse Gin's actions. Now, upon hearing that he had thought he had killed them, Sajin prayed Yuki was not in those numbers.

Before the trial could go any further, a red alert rang through the compound. "Red alert! Red alert! Intruders in the Seireitei! All squads get into position. Repeat, red alert! Red alert! Intruders in the Seireitei!"

"Those ryoka?" Kenpachi Zaraki, Squad 11's Captain, asked. "It can't be!" The captains ran out of the room, gathering in the courtyard.

Sajin's eyes widened when a light appeared in the sky. 'A reiatsu cannonball!' It made contact with the spirit shield, but didn't vaporize on contact. Instead, it appeared to be forcing its way through! However, just as it did so, it disappeared, and six figures materialized in its place. A light appeared around them, before five lights shot from the light, stretching across the curve of the membrane.

Sajin looked to his right as his Lieutenant, Iba Tetsuzaemon, showed up. "Take a squad and go after that one." Sajin pointed to the light headed to his left. "I shall go after this one." His hand moved to point towards the right. His Lieutenant saluted.

"Yes Captain! Let's go!" Sajin watched them run towards the one he had ordered them to go after, before running towards the one he had claimed. His heart pounded in his chest as he flash-stepped across the rooftops.

'Yuki. I'm torn. I wish you were here, and yet at the same time I pray you are not.' He glanced down at the pendant around his left wrist. The silver crescent reflected the moonlight. 'Wherever you are, I pray you are alright.'

狼の愛

"Ooww…" Yuki groaned, sitting up. She placed a hand on her head, closing her eyes in pain. "When I see Kūkaku again I am going to murder he-" Voices cut off the brunette. Her eyes flew open as the sound of feet pounded closer. Cursing under her breath, she scrambled out of the boxes she had landed in to duck behind a building.

Looking around the corner, she saw a squad of Soul Reapers round the corner across from her. They stopped in front of the crushed boxes, before spreading out to look for her. Ducking back, Yuki looked around before jumping up, hooking her hands over the edge of the roof. She swung up just in time to avoid a group.

"Spread out! The ryoka couldn't have gotten far!" Yuki scoffed to herself.

"Keep making that much noise, and I won't have to worry about running into anyone." Standing, she silently ran across the rooftops. 'Since I have absolutely no idea where they might be keeping Rukia, my best bet would be try to find the others.' She looked up before jumping over the gap, landing on a wall, and jumping again, swinging up onto another roof. 'I hope you guys are okay.'

狼の愛

"Lieutenant Tetsuzaemon! One of the ryoka landed over here!" The sunglass-wearing Soul Reaper turned around as one of his men called out to him.

"Then let's get moving!" He led the squad over to where the man had pointed. By the time they cot there, the ryoka had already disappeared. 'Must have been strong to have hit so hard and yet moved so quickly.' "Split up and spread out! Find them!" The men split off into teams of two, leaving him by himself.

'Well I am a Lieutenant. I don't need backup.' He thought to himself. A flash of unknown Spiritual Energy caught his attention. Looking up, he jumped onto the roof, scanning the area. He looked off to the left in time to see a brown ponytail duck down behind a building several meters away. 'There you are.' Jumping off the roof, he landed on the next one, following the ryoka.

狼の愛

Yuki narrowed her eyes as a Spiritual Pressure began closing in on her. 'Dammit! I just got here and I already attracted attention. I hope the others are having better luck than I am.' Ducking down an abandoned walkway, she turned, unsheathing her Zanpakutō. She held it with her right hand, angling it at a forty-five degree angle. She didn't have to wait long.

A man jumped down, his back facing her. He turned, allowing her to see his face. It was square like, with a mustache and black glasses. His hair was slicked back, and his lips were twisted into a smirk. His whole body screamed 'Self-confidence'.

'Well, he's got the Spiritual Pressure to back it up. Thankfully, Urahara taught me how to conceal mine, so he'll probably underestimate me. Not to mention that most do simply because of my stature.' She was snapped from her thoughts by his words.

"I take it you're one of those filthy ryoka!" He began walking towards her. Yuki smirked, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

"I don't know what you mean by ryoka, but I'm rather offended by the use of 'filthy'. I'll have you know I bathe regularly." He scoffed, resting a hand on his blade hilt.

"I don't care. You're not a Soul Reaper, even though you dress like one. As such, you are below me. Just like dirt." Yuki bristled.

"You're awfully cocky." The man laughed.

"And you're awfully stupid. But… seeing as how your nothing more than a foolish ryoka, I would expect nothing less." He unsheathed his Zanpakutō. "So here's how things are going to work. You tell me what your mission is, and where your friends are, and I might let you live." Yuki chuckled, flexing her fingers around her sword hilt.

"How 'bout… no, no, and I'd like to see you try?" He bristled this time, gripping his Zanpakutō with both hands.

"Insolent child!" he leapt at her, swinging at her head. Yuki slid under his strike, smirking. They slid to a stop, facing each other. Deciding to annoy him, she sheathed her blade. "What are you doing?"

"Hm? Oh, well I assumed that was the best you had, so I didn't see any point in keeping my blade out. Besides the fact that your blade is nothing more than a toothpick, so it would be an insult to my sword to use it against something so insignificant." He roared, swiping at her. She couldn't tell if he was just naturally sloppy, he was too pissed off to land a solid hit, or if he was testing her. 'Probably a combination of the latter two.'

"You will fight me, little girl!" He jabbed at her, prompting her to block it with one of her gauntlets. Sparks flew up as his blade scrapped across the metal. They came together, he trying to shift his blade to cut her, she pushing back to prevent that. Their arms shook as neither gave up any ground. "What's wrong? Afraid to hurt me?"

For an answer, a cloth-wrapped fist planted itself in his nose. He cried out in pain, stumbling back as he clutched his injured body part. Yuki smirked, watching as a trickle of blood appeared. "I'm sorry. What was that about being afraid to hurt you?" He gasped, looking down in shock at the puddle of blood in his hand. His face contorted into a scowl as he faced her again.

"Why you little!" Lifting his blade, Yuki's eyes widened as it transformed. Once a tantō, it was now a falchion blade with a short pick-like thing a couple inches away from the tip of the blade. "Now you're going to get it!" Faster than she could blink, he had shot forward.

He landed behind her, his blade out. Blood dripped from the end, one drop hitting the ground. The second it did, a wound in Yuki's left arm appeared, blood exploding from her skin. She cried out in pain, falling to her knees, her right hand clutching her arm.

The man chuckled, looking over his shoulder. "That's what you get, you little witch. No one underestimates me!" He draped his blade across his shoulders, fully turning. "Ai-yai-yai. All that talk, and no actions to ba-" His words froze in his throat when she started to get up.

"So that's your Shikai, huh? I guess that would explain your Spiritual Pressure." Behind his glasses, his eyes widened.

"Wha-what are you talking about?!" Yuki chuckled, pushing her glasses up her nose as she turned.

"To be honest, I expected more from a Lieutenant. Your type was spoken so highly of." She shrugged, letting her hand fall from her arm to her sword hilt. "I guess that blade of yours is worthy of mine." With one swift move, Yuki unsheathed her Zanpakutō; when her eyes opened, they betrayed none of the pain, only the desire to win. "Sorry, but this is as far as you get. I have a job to tend to."

He scoffed, taking his blade off his shoulders to grasp the hilt with both hands. "Let's get at it then." Yuki smirked, mimicking his movements. Both pushed off at the same time, their blades meeting with a resounding clang.

狼の愛

Sajin growled to himself. He had been unable to find any trace of the ryoka he had originally set out to find, which led to two options: 1, the ryoka had survived the crash and was already long gone. 2, they had already been found by another squad. Secretly, he hoped it was the first, mostly because he feared what would happen to the ryoka should they be found by anyone besides his squad or Squad 4. If they met anyone from Squad 11, there would be no chance of survival.

He slid to a stop on top of a roof, overlooking a courtyard. No one was there, but the Squad 7 Captain was fine with that. He crouched, his eyes closing in thought. 'Yuki…' Alone on this roof, he allowed his thoughts to wander…

"Sajin! Sajin wake up!" The Soul Reaper moaned, slowly blinking his eyes open. A slightly angry face greeted him, startling him into full alertness. He groaned when he recognized who it was.

"Yuki… is there a reason you're waking me up this early?"

"Early!? Dude it's already thirteen o-hundred! You've slept most of the day away!" Sajin's eyes widened in disbelief. "I've been trying to wake you up for the past thirty minutes!" He groaned as he sat up, holding his head.

"Apologies, Yuki." She sighed, shaking her head.

"No, I'm sorry. I guess that sedative did a better job than I thought." He chuckled at her, earning a glare. "It's not funny."

"I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing at myself. I've never before succumbed to a sedative like that before. My reiatsu was always able to lessen the effect." He sighed, resting his hands in his lap. "I must have lost more power than I originally anticipated."

"Hey." Yuki laid her dainty hands over his much larger ones. "You said it yourself: that Hollow was one of the largest to ever be reported. It's understandable that you would be taking this long to recover, even if you are a Captain." She smiled gently at him, melting his heart just like every time before. "All you need to do is focus on healing. And remind me to not give you any more sedatives, 'kay?"

Sajin chuckled, flipping his hands over to grip hers. "'Kay. It's a deal." Yuki's smile grew as she stood up, using their entwined hands to pull him up as well.

"Good. I got you some pomegranate at the supermarket today."

"Are you bribing me into staying longer?" He asked as he pulled on his haiori. Yuki chuckled, throwing a playful 'Maybe' over her shoulder as she skipped down the stairs. Sajin chuckled, straightening his haiori. "I hate that it's starting to work."

Sajin smiled to himself, fingering the pendant around his wrist. Suddenly, a surge in Spiritual Pressure that was all too familiar to him made him turn around. 'So he's found one of them, and needed to unsheathe his Shikai. Perhaps these ryoka do have a chance at surviving after all.' Turning fully, he began to run back towards his second in command.

'I can't discern this second pressure, but whoever they are, they must be strong if Iba has need of his Shikai. I only hope he doesn't kill whoever it is. They may be intruders, but they wouldn't attempt something so foolhardy unless they had a significant cause to do so.' His eyes widened as a thought came to mind. 'They must be. They have to be her friends.'

狼の愛

Yuki panted, gripping her sword so hard her knuckles turned white. Her arm wound had started to heal up, but was continually reopened as she persisted in fighting. She had sustained another cut to the cheek on account of not quite dodging the pick-like protrusion on the edge of her opponent's blade, and her head throbbed from a blow to the temple. She had long since lost the half-haiori, sacrificing it to distract her opponent. Speaking of him, he was no better off. If anything, he was worse.

She had landed several blows, taking advantage of his cockiness and flashy style. His sunglasses had broken, while hers were unharmed, save for a few blood spots. His hair was mussed, blood dripping off the ends from a direct blow from her left gauntlet. She had sliced the side of his left forearm, missing the main arteries but rendering the arm useless.

"I'll admit: I'm impressed. No one has ever survived this long against my Shikai. Tell me, what's yours?" Yuki tilted her head, momentarily confused.

"You mean my Zanpakutō's name? It doesn't have one. Not that its told me at least." His eyes widened.

"You mean to tell me you don't even know your own Zanpakutō's name!?" He accused.

"Do you?" She shot back. That shut him up. She smirked. "I didn't think so." He growled, swinging his sword in an exaggerated display.

"At least I can transform my Zanpakutō! Yours is still a pathetic Asauchi!" Yuki growled, changing her guard so her left hand was placed over the blade next to the handguard.

"I don't know where you get off being all cocky, but no one insults my Zanpakutō like that!" Planting her foot, Yuki pushed off. This time, it was she that moved before he could blink. This time, it was she that landed a blow before he could react.

She landed behind him in a crouch, her blade out. Blood dripped from the end, landing in a small puddle. Glancing over her shoulder, she was in time to see blood spray from the gash she had inflicted in his chest. He couldn't even shout as he fell back, his Zanpakutō clattering from his hand. Breathing out, Yuki took this time to catch her breath before standing. Wiping off her blade on her hakama, she walked over to the fallen man, sheathing her sword as she did so. He looked up when she crouched by his head.

"Why didn't you kill me?"

"Because I need answers. Answers you can provide." Yuki leaned down, her hair draping over the both of them. "Where… is… Rukia…. Kuchiki?"

狼の愛

Sajin landed in the walkway, surveying the damage. Whomever Iba had fought, they had given him a run for his money. The walkway was a mess. A groan, however, distracted him from the scenery.

"Iba!" Sajin ran over to his prone Lieutenant, kneeling by his side. "Iba, are you alright?" The man's eyes slowly opened, focusing on his captain.

"Forgive me, Captain Komamura. I allowed the ryoka to escape." Sajin laid a gentle hand on his Lieutenant's shoulder.

"Save your strength, my friend. I shall send for a team to retrieve you."

"I… I told her… I told her where Rukia Kuchiki is being held." Sajin's eyes widened. "She beat me, and I honored the match by betraying the Soul Society. She should have killed me."

"Do not speak like that. That is Kenpachi speaking through you, not yourself. You are no longer a member of Squad 11, therefore you should not speak as one." Iba smiled grimly.

"Thank you Captain."

"Tell me, Lieutenant, did you get the ryoka's name?"

"I did not. But I remember what she looked like." Sajin tilted his head, giving the wounded Soul Reaper permission to continue. "She wore a Soul Reaper's outfit, and carried a Zanpakutō. Her hair was brown, and her eyes blue. She wore glasses as well."

Sajin's heart stopped.

'Yuki… you're here. And you've become a Soul Reaper. Well, a Substitute at least.' Sajin's eyes began to burn. 'I do not know if I am overjoyed, or horrified. You have grown so much stronger since we last saw each other. Strong enough to beat my Second-In-Command.'

Iba watched his Captain, trying to understand what he was thinking. "Captain?" His voice seemed to startle the other Soul Reaper. "Do you know this ryoka?" Sajin slowly nodded. "Is she the one that took care of you whilst you were injured in the World of the Living?" Another nod.

Iba sighed, relaxing into the hard ground. "I see. Then I apologize again for injuring her." Sajin rested a hand on Iba's shoulder again, giving it a light squeeze before standing.

"It is not your fault. You were simply following orders. Rest now. A team from Squad 4 is on their way."

"One more thing." Sajin looked back at Iba. "I asked her who was the strongest in her group."

"Who did she say?"

"Someone named Ichigo." Iba closed his eyes. "In any case, I warned her about Captain Zaraki, and gave her a description of him." Sajin nodded.

"That was wise. He will undoubtedly be looking for the strongest of them to fight."

"I thought that too." Iba chuckled. "That girl… she didn't even let my Shikai faze her. If I didn't know better, I'd say she was the strongest in her group."

"What makes you say that?"

"She doesn't even know the name of her Zanpakutō." Sajin's eyes widened. "Anyways, you might want to get going. She's headed to the prison." Sajin nodded.

"Thank you, Iba. You just focus on healing. I'm going to need you later." With that, the Squad 7 Captain leapt up onto a roof, making his way towards the prison. 'If she was injured, she would probably seek shelter until she has healed.' Deciding to use flash-step, Sajin shot across the tiled covered surfaces, searching the ground for any sign of her.

'Please be alright, Yuki. I pray you will be alright. Please. Please.'

狼の愛

Yuki hissed as she pulled down her hakama. She had found a storage house to hide out in for the time being. After baring the doors to make it appear it was locked from the outside, she had settled behind some crates to assess her wounds. It wasn't good. The cut in her arm was deeper than she had originally thought. It was a wonder she hadn't passed out from blood loss. ''Course, adrenaline probably has something to do with that.'

Her arm was coated in dried blood and other fluids. If she hadn't been training to become a nurse, Yuki probably would have gagged and/or passed out. Thankfully, she was training to be a nurse, and knew how to act accordingly. She looked around, frowning.

"It doesn't seem like there are any boxes of antiseptics around. Well… I guess I'll just have to make do then." Uncorking the bottom of her Zanpakutō, she pulled out a vial. Popping the top, she bit down on the hilt as she poured the liquid on her injury. A muffled groan of pain passed her lips as the antiseptic did it's work.

Once it stopped stinging, she released the hilt from her teeth. Slicing her hakama sleeve, she cut it up into appropriate sized strips. "Sorry Tessai. I just destroyed all of your hard work." Wrapping the cloth around her arm, she used her teeth to tie it off, wincing slightly as it tightened around the wound.

"Well… that'll do for now." Sighing, she slid the vial back into the hilt, rescrewing the end. Another wince was earned when she saw the teeth marks in the wood. "Sorry to you too."

"Don't be." Yuki froze, looking around.

"Who said that!?"

"I did." She tried getting up. "Girl. I'm in your hand." Yuki collapsed against the crate again, looking down at what she was holding.

"My… my Zanpakutō."

"Bingo." Yuki's eyes widened, before narrowing to slits.

"So you're only talking to me after I fight in a battle that very well could have ended in my death?" A chuckle sounded in her head.

"It wouldn't have. Hence the reason that I'm talking to you now."

"Still doesn't answer my question."

"Honestly, I wanted to test you to see if you could hold your own against a Lieutenant. Urahara thought you were strong enough, but I wanted to see for myself."

"How do you know what Urahara was thinking?"

"Barahime told me." Yuki rolled her eyes.

"Of course." She sighed, resting her head against the crate as her eyes closed. The second they did, however, a white dog showed up. Her eyes flew open again. "What the hell?"

"Aw. Are you scared of me?" Yuki looked down at her sword again.

"That was you?"

"Yep. Close your eyes again." Taking a deep breath, Yuki did. Immediately, a white wolf appeared before her. Her eyes were as blue as the ocean, and they shone as bright as the moon. Her fur flowed and flamed as if the moon's light had been made tangible. Red markings swirled on her shoulders and hips, similar markings around the eyes, the corner of her jaws, ankles, elbows, and the tip of her tail.

Yuki gaped in shock as the wolf smirked, sitting down in front of her. Her tail wrapped around her paws. "Surprised?"

"I don't think that even begins to describe." She chuckled, lying down. Her nose stretched out to sniff the Substitute's injured arm. Immediately, the pain went away. "Wow. How'd you do that?"

"Part of the job of a Zanpakutō is to help their owner win battles. By lending you some of the power you have bestowed upon me, I can hinder the bleeding, and stop the pain. At least for a little while."

"That's amazing. I never knew."

"There's a lot you don't know about me, sweetheart." Yuki scowled, earning another chuckle from the wolf. "You're not nearly as scary as you think you are. Not to me at least."

"Whatever." Yuki looked into her Zanpakutō's eyes. "Why have you chosen now to reveal yourself? Why now do you talk to me?"

"Because your battle will only get harder from now on. Now that you have defeated a Lieutenant, there will be another out looking for you."

"Kenpachi Zaraki." The wolf nodded, sitting up.

"Kenpachi is a blood thirsty man, most often compared to a demon." Yuki's eyes widened. "If you run into him, especially in this state, there is little hope of you surviving the encounter. That is why I've decided you have waited long enough."

"I see. Thank you." The wolf smiled, nudging Yuki with her nose. In doing so, she lifted up her hakama, covering her torso back up again.

"Rest now, little one. I shall keep watch whilst you sleep. Once you awaken, you will be ready to go after Rukia. Alright?" Yuki nodded, her eyelids drooping.

"Alright. Thank you… Amatarasu."

狼の愛

Kenpachi grinned as a young woman snuck into the courtyard. 'Finally. Some action.' He had been sitting in the same place for almost five days now. Ever since his chat with Ikkaku, he had been dying to fight someone. Now, he had his chance. Admittedly, he was a little disappointed it wasn't the orange-haired ryoka that had defeated his 3rd seat, but she was still a fight.

That is… if she was even a ryoka. She looked like someone from the stealth force. 'Only one way to find out.' Deciding to see how she would react, he let out some of his Spiritual Pressure. She froze immediately, gripping her Zanpakutō. She looked around twice before looking up. Her gaze locked with his.

He smirked. "Good eye… little girl." He jumped down, using his Spiritual Pressure to break his fall. He stood, brushing off his haiori. "I'm impressed. You're able to move quite well under the effect of my Spiritual Pressure. Not very many can do that."

He watched in amusement as she looked over his entire form. "I take it your Kenpachi Zaraki." His visible eye widened. It narrowed again, as a smirk emerged on his face. He draped his sword over his shoulders.

"So… you've heard of me. I guess that means you've already fought and won against someone. Tell me, who was he?" She shrugged, gripping her sword.

"Don't know. Never got his name. Not that it matters." She smirked. "Now… we can do this the easy way, in which you tell me what I want to know and no more blood needs to be spilled, or… we can do this the hard way, which you're overly fond of, apparently." Kenpachi snickered.

"Do enlighten me, little girl. What is it you want to know?"

"Where is Rukia Kuchiki?" Kenpachi sighed.

"Ah… so you are one of those ryoka. So you must be a lowly Substitute Soul Reaper." He snarled. "Whose power did you steal?"

"No one's." Her eyes widened, barely catching his blade with her own. He gritted his teeth, staring directly down into her eyes.

"I'll ask one more time." He added more strength, making her knees cave a little. "Whose power did you steal!?" She gritted her teeth.

"No one's. I already told you."

"Then how do you have the powers of a Soul Reaper?!" He broke off the contact, skidding back a couple feet. She did as well, swinging her sword behind her. "There's no way you can have them without stealing them from a Soul Reaper!" She chuckled, shrugging.

"Guess I've always had them." She sighed, straightening. "Look, I have no desire to fight you. I just want to get Rukia and get out of here." Kenpachi scowled.

"I have no interest in telling you where she is. All I care about is fighting. But… I'll make you a deal." She scoffed softly, letting him know she was listening. "If you defeat me, I'll tell you where she is. Alright?" She narrowed her eyes, clearly thinking about it.

"Fine. You're on." Kenpachi grinned, lifting his sword.

"Bring it on… little girl."

狼の愛

Sajin's eyes widened when he sensed a surge in Spiritual Pressure. Kaname, the Squad 9 Captain, stood next to him, and felt it as well. "It seems one of the ryoka has found Kenpachi." Sajin nodded.

"It seems so." Kaname tilted his head up towards his friend.

"You are worried for them." His sightless eyes narrowed behind his visor. "No… for her." Sajin sighed.

"I am. Iba was defeated by her. If Kenpachi hears of it, there is no way she will survive."

"Then I suggest you hurry and see who he is fighting." Sajin's eyes widened, his head whipping around so he could stare down at his friend. "I will cover for you. Go now." Sajin laid a gentle hand on his blind friend's shoulder.

"Thank you Kaname." Removing his hand, Sajin ran towards the prison. 'Please don't let it be her. Please don't let it be her.'

狼の愛

Yuki panted, rolling out of the way of Kenpachi's attack. He laughed as his sword sliced through the wall, causing it to crumble. "How pathetic! What happened to all of that big talk from before!?" Letting another laugh out, swinging down at her. This time, she caught it with her blade. She gritted her teeth, bracing the blade against her palm.

Kenpachi grinned. "Either you're really stupid, or you're just that willing to die." Yuki snickered.

"Neither. I'm not going to die today, and I resent being called an idiot!" Dropping to her knees, she planted her feet in Kenpachi's stomach, flinging him up and behind her into an adjoining wall. He grunted as he made contact, landing on his hands and knees. Yuki rolled to her feet, stopping in a crouch on guard.

"Impressive. No one's ever thrown me like that." He stood, wiping away a small trickle of blood. "You even made me bite my tongue." Yuki's eyes narrowed, before flying wide as his Spiritual Pressure increased.

'What the hell is this guy? His Spiritual Pressure was massive before, but now it's crushing!'

"So I guess I should take you seriously." Yuki growled to herself, standing, her sword on guard. Kenpachi pretended to frown. "You do realize I'm going to kill you now." Yuki laughed.

"I already told you: I'm not going to die today. I have someone depending on me. I'm not going to lose. I can't!" 'If I lose, I'll let Rukia down… and I'll never see Sajin again.'

"Then use me." Yuki glanced down at her blade.

'Amatarasu?'

"We don't have time do debate this, Yuki. He really will kill you if you don't. It's our only chance." Yuki nodded.

'Alright.'

"What are you doing?" Her head flew up to stare at Kenpachi. "Don't tell me you can talk to your Zanpakutō." Yuki smirked.

"Don't tell me you can't." His smirk told her everything. "Well then, what are you waiting for? I'm standing right here." Kenpachi grinned, twirling his sword.

"Here I come! Prepare to die, lowly ryoka wench!" He leapt up into the air, fully intent on bringing his sword down on her head. Her eyes were closed, her stance unmoving from before. Suddenly, her eyes opened.

"Howl to the moon, Amatarasu!"

狼の愛

Sajin's eyes widened, before he picked up his pace. 'Kenpachi's Spiritual Pressure… it just increased. But his opponent's did as well.' He leapt across the gap, landing in the courtyard. His feet pounded the steps as he raced up the steps. 'I pray I'm not too late.'

狼の愛

Kenpachi skidded back, shielding his eyes. "What the hell!? What is with this light?" His ears felt like they were bleeding from the high pitched howl emanating from the girl.

Suddenly, the cold bit of steel met his flesh. He looked down in shock to see the left side of his haiori slowly growing more red. The cause was behind him. His opponent was facing him, the tip of her blade dripping with blood. His blood. But the blade was different now. His eyes widened when he realized what had happened.

'Her Shikai…' What was once a normal katana blade was now as white and as bright as the moon in the sky. The hilt was a deep blue, akin to the color the sky holds at midnight during a full moon. He grinned, turning to face her.

"I see. That's your Shikai, isn't it?" She didn't respond, instead continuing to stare at him. "Amatarasu… the Shining Heaven. Fitting." She cracked a smile.

"Glad you like it." She turned fully, moving her sword on guard horizontal to the ground. "Though I'm a little curious to find out how you were able to become a Captain without achieving something as simple as Shikai." Kenpachi laughed.

"That's for me to know and for you to find out… if you live long enough. You do realize that now you've unveiled your Shikai, I don't have to take it easy on you." He began releasing more Spiritual Pressure. "Before I kill you… tell me your name."

"Yuki Okami." His eyes narrowed.

'Why is that name familiar to me?' He mentally shrugged. 'Oh well. Not that it matters.' He gripped his sword. "Ready?" Their front feet braced themselves against the ground.

"One blow… one blow to finish this."

"Let's do this... together."

'I'm counting on you, Amatarasu.' Yuki gritted her teeth. "Let's go!" They leapt at each other. The sound of metal meeting and clothes being sliced filled the silent air. Yuki and Kenpachi landed in mirroring stances.

Blood splattered beneath the girl. Feeling something in her lungs, she coughed, only to collapse to her knees as more red liquid sprayed from her lips and her chest when her body registered she had been cut. She tried to regain her breath, but only succeeded in getting more blood in her lungs as blood poured from her wound onto the ground. Amatarasu clattered to the ground underneath her right palm.

Kenpachi chuckled, a trail of blood coming from his mouth as well. "You did well, Yuki. I've never known anyone short of the rank of Lieutenant to have stood their ground so well against me. However…" He turned around, letting his sword scrape across the ground as he made his way towards her. "I can't let you live to save Rukia. She's a traitor… and she will die as such!" He raised his sword, intent on plunging it through her heart.

"I'm sorry, Yuki. I wasn't strong enough."

'Don't blame yourself, Amatarasu. I'm just glad… I got to hear your voice… and know your name.'

"It's been an honor serving with you… Yuki Okami." Yuki smiled to herself.

"I'm sorry… Rukia. I… wasn't… strong enough… to save you." She coughed again, making the puddle below her larger. "It seems… we won't see each other again… Sajin." Kenpachi roared, swinging his sword.

"This is the end!" Yuki closed her eyes, resigning to her fate. But the blow never came. Instead, the clash of metal was the only sound she heard. Her eyes flew open, her head whipping around to look behind her. Her eyes widened at the familiar sight.

A Captain's haiori swept in between her and Kenpachi, the owner's boots shielding her body. An arm was raised, the gauntlet catching Kenpachi's blade. A helmet glinted in the sunlight, towering over Kenpachi. The shorter Captain grinned, flying back several feet. Yuki gasped, ignoring the pain it caused.

"Sa… Sajin."

Wow. Is it just me or are these getting longer? *shrugs* I had planned on this being a twofer, but this is turning into a three-shot. Geez. Maybe I need to put a cap on these creative juices. In any case, Part Three should be out late tonight or tomorrow mooo... on second thought... it'll either be out tonight or Saturday morning. I've got work tomorrow.

Dammit! Work always comes up when I don't want it to.

Sorry. Personal rant. Anyways, tell me what you think of this one and leave one of your own! But after Part Three, please. I've got enough on my plate right now. Thank you!