A/N: (FxM) **LEMON**
Songs in this Chapter:
Stupid Girl by Pink
Casual Sex by My Darkest Days
Chapter 5: page 2: It Never Should Have Happened…
Nakamura watched again as Isshin was on stage. This entire game he'd not once held her gaze, as if afraid of revealing something to her. Something she felt was very important, and while that feeling was heightened with Urahara Kisuke, it was strongest when the boy, Kurosaki Ichigo joined them. Izumi looked away from the man on stage, and looked to his son. He was joking around with Renji, Rukia, and a tall Spanish-looking boy; she couldn't remember the name of. For some reason the sight of him laughing with his friends warmed her heart, which made her shake her head. Why would she feel like this over a human boy? Almost … motherly! Izumi didn't want to think about these things but now, she couldn't stop the images… no they weren't images, they were… flashbacks!
"Oh wow! We did that, Masaki?" the deep timbre of a man resonated off the walls of the pink and white hospital room.
Masaki was looking down at the bundle in her hands, and flipped the blanket back off the face of a light-haired child. He was opening his mouth like a fish trying to breathe out of water. By the looks of him, he wanted to eat, so before he could wail Masaki opened her hospital gown and cradled the baby boy to her breast. Laughing she finally answered the man in the room with her, "Hahaha, yes Isshin, we did that."
Isshin's eyes were in awe as he watched his son feed, and a gentle but protective hand touched the child's cheek. Grazing his thumb lightly over it, he spoke to both child and mother, "I'm never going to let anything happen to either of you."
Masaki laughed, "That's just silly, don't you think?"
"Eh? Whatcha mean?" Isshin asked.
"Good or bad, things happen to everyone. If you don't let anything happen, then there won't be fun things either," Masaki told the recently made human before her. Isshin was once a Shinigami, sworn enemy of the Quincy, her people. While out on patrol he fought against an incredibly fearsome hollow. Masaki felt the disturbance from her home and came to see what could be done about it; she stood against the hollow, having it attack her instead and saved Shiba Isshin. The drawback was the hollow became like an infection within her, and it was slowly killing her. The Shinigami came back to the world of the living and bonded with her soul, to save her life. But now because of this he was stuck here, and couldn't return home. He didn't seem to mind so much though, as he was fascinated with the human world, and she was fascinated with him. With the help of Urahara Kisuke, a candy shop owner, and former captain of the Gotei 13 himself, Isshin made a life for himself here. Eventually Isshin got up the nerve to marry Masaki and took her name as his own. Lucky for him he did it before this bundle came into the world!
Isshin gave his wife a skeptical glare, "I dunno about all that, but I'll take your word for it, Ooof!" the small boy just smacked Isshin on the nose as he suckled his mother's milk. "Oi, Oi, Oi, so the battle line has been drawn, heh? Kid?" Masaki laughed at the sight of this large burly man, picking a fight with the infant.
"Greeting, Kurosaki's!" Urahara Kisuke walked into the hospital room. "I come bearing gifts!" The tall blonde was holding an over-sized pink and black Hello-Kitty. Trailing behind him Tessai was carrying an armful of smaller versions and variations of the large cat.
Isshin smiled wide at his friend, "Hahaha, Urahara, come see my son!"
Kisuke put the cat down in a chair by the window, and then walked around to the babe in his mother's arms. "Hey there little guy," he said to the bundle that was still suckling at his mother's breast. Kisuke looked up then and asked, "So what's his name?"
Masaki spoke before her husband, who wanted to name her son Bob, not Robert just Bob! "His name is Ichigo." Ichigo turned from his mother in that moment and opened his eyes at the blonde man standing over him. His tiny hand reached out to Kisuke, so Kisuke brought his pointer to the baby's hand. Ichigo wrapped his small hand around the man's finger, and in that moment, a jolt was felt in the air around the group. Masaki looked up to her husband, then their friend Kisuke to discern what just happened. "Wha-,"
Kisuke jumped back slightly before he spoke, "I, umm, I have to go," he was very nervous, something Urahara Kisuke didn't show very often. "Tessai, let's go." The taller black haired man always in Urahara's company bowed to the family, turned and left with Kisuke.
"What was that?" Masaki asked her husband. Isshin shook his head as he was just as confused about this event as she was.
Izumi snapped back to reality when Hisagi began complaining that he'd have to sing such a girly song. He'd just drawn her song "Stupid Girl" from that hat, after having his 5th cup of sake. "Oh get over yourself Hisagi FukuTaichō; it's a song about not pretending to be something you're not!" Izumi snarled at the handsome man, stunning him with her outburst. Then she stomped her way to the stage as she waited for him to join her. The DJ began playing the song, and Izumi didn't know why but she really felt strongly that she sing this song, mostly for the benefit of Rangiku and Isshin. Rangiku was her mentor and she loved the woman dearly, but she constantly pretended to be a flamboyant and unintelligent kind of woman. Izumi knew different. As for Isshin, she wanted him to understand the kind of girl she was, and while she wasn't big breasted or gaudy she was someone to pay attention to.
Isshin watched the woman while she stormed off and began singing her song. Damn but she was full of fire! He quickly glanced at Urahara, and Kisuke returned the stare, but he shook his head, answering the unasked question, 'Did she remember or not?' Neither of them was sure at this point. But as Isshin watched the woman that was once his wife, dance and sing on stage, something in his gut stirred. A feeling he thought long dead, along with his wife. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the vision in that tight blue dress. He began to breathe heavily and his skin was getting hot. He knew this feeling, and he knew if he didn't leave this place soon, he was going to do something, he really shouldn't do. Something like grab the woman that bore his wife's image and cart her off to a room, and do unspeakable things to her! It was that thought that seemed to consume the former captain.
Hisagi and Izumi finished the song and returned to the table, Izumi had a gleam in her eye as she approached the group. Seemed like she was trying to prove a point, and dammit she was! She gave the "father-of-the-bride" a triumphant glare, and then sat down again, next to Rangiku. As she sat there, once again flashbacks she couldn't yet understand swarmed her mind.
Masaki was watching her husband and children running around at their picnic in the park. Her unconventional family was laughing and playing together, as a real family should. Masaki looked to her burly husband, with pride and adoration as he collected their youngest daughter, Yuzu, into his beefy arms and rocked her in them. Karin, Yuzu's older twin sister, was laughing at the sight, and Ichigo was running after Isshin like he was a monster that had captured his sibling and he must rescue her. After he'd exhausted himself from the play, he landed at Masaki's feet. Seated on the blanket, Masaki bent her head to caress her lips quickly to Isshin's. Then he raised an arm from his lap and his hand was gripped in her hair. He stayed her there as he deepened the kiss. The feel of his tongue as it explored her mouth was ever something she was astonished at. Every time he kissed her, it was like the first time. He was timid and exploratory, like he needed to learn this routine investigation every time. It always sent shivers down her spine and tremors spread from her stomach to her toes.
She smiled down at Isshin when he abandoned her mouth and looked into her soft bronzed eyes. She was the most beautiful creature, he has ever known. Masaki gave his life a real purpose. The children she gave him were all he could ever have hoped for. They were strong like their mother, and giddy like their father. No other mate could have ever been more perfect for him, then this human Quincy woman.
The flashback shifted forward abruptly, and Masaki was walking her son home from his martial arts program. Holding each other's hand Masaki smiled down at the red-haired boy. Then she watched as Ichigo ran off toward the bank of a river. Suddenly a hollow appeared, and it was going for her son, Ichigo! Masaki sprang into "Quincy" action, and set her son to the side as The Grande Fisher, consumed her. Normally her powers wouldn't have caused a problem and she would have been able defend herself and her son, but today… something was different. Her Quincy powers didn't work right, not like they used to. It was as if something, or … someone… has taken her only ability to combat and protect her family from the hollow menace. The Grande Fisher had killed and consumed the soul of Kurosaki Masaki.
"Kurosaki-sensei? Am I going to be ok?" his patient asked not knowing the full extent of what was happening to his doctor.
Isshin felt his bond with Masaki break! He was in his clinic at the home he shared with his wife and children. Suddenly something inside him snapped. It felt like a piece of his heart had been ripped from him, and crushed before his very eyes. The feeling was extremely painful and heart-wrenching. Kurosaki Isshin stood at that moment, away from his patient and felt the remainder of his heart crumble. Tears began to well in his eyes; he knew Masaki was dead, and he could do nothing to stop it. The Quincy king had made his declaration of war on soul society and condemned one of the greatest Kurosaki lines of Quincy. The Quincy king has just perished them as a result. Isshin thought to himself then, that the time of the Quincy war had begun, and no one in Seireitei knew about it!
Isshin came awake from his thoughts, and looked over to the stunning beauty across from him. The memory he'd just had was a reminder for him, which his beloved wife had given up herself and soul for their son. If she hadn't blocked the hollow's path from Ichigo, then his son would have been taken instead of his wife. She gave up everything she was, for the child Isshin had to raise. The child that Isshin, had to find a trainer to learn to fight when he'd gain Kuchiki Rukia's power. Isshin never intended for Ichigo to learn of or become a Shinigami. He wanted his son to have as normal a life and as simple as possible, same as he wanted for his daughters.
And to continue to keep his identity secret from his son, after he did gain Shinigami powers, he'd employed his old friend, Urahara Kisuke, to instruct and guide the boy. While Kisuke trained Ichigo, Isshin began regaining his original powers of a Shinigami. Since the bond was severed, Isshin had returned to his Captain level class capability.
Isshin's eyes now held those of Nakamura Izumi. Her eyes told a story of recognition. She looked to have accessed some memory of her former life as his wife. Izumi was looking back and forth between, Ichigo, Urahara and Isshin, as if coming to a formal conclusion. Hope and dread clenched Isshin's heart. He cast his eyes down at the sake in his cup. What the hell am I going to do now, if she knows who she is!?
After the jolt of electricity struck through her body, and more memories swam in her head, Nakamura Izumi knew now, exactly why these people at the table seemed familiar. Urahara was a friend; Ichigo was her son … and Isshin... Isshin… Isshin was her husband! She was Kurosaki Masaki, she died 9 years ago protecting her son. These memories never should have returned to her. The entire reason for our former life's memories being erased was so that we would not suffer or make our former families suffer the pain of loss over again! Izumi now had to make a decision, does she stay and possibly cause more pain to her former family with her presence, or does she leave now, and spare them further anguish… Izumi was just getting to her feet and excuse herself when Uryū exclaimed that there was only one song left to sing, and since Izumi was the only one who hadn't picked a song from the hat, she would be the next one.
Izumi trembled slightly, she really needed to leave. She needed to stop hurting, not only herself but she could see she was hurting Isshin. So she slipped her hand into the hat, and pulled out the last strip of paper. When she saw the name of the song, she burst out in laughter. "Casual Sex," she stammered though her giggles. "Oh, my Gahd! Hahaha!" She had a feeling as to who the person was that picked this particular piece. And at that thought, sure enough Urahara Kisuke stood and claimed the song.
Kisuke simply got up and said, "I know that's my song, it's the only one left, hahaha!" He laughed, and then they were on the stage.
Before the song started, Nakamura pulled Kisuke in close and whispered in his ear. "I comprehend that I was Kurosaki Masaki, Urahara Kisuke." A look of astonishment crossed Kisuke's features.
"Now I was going to leave the table and not cause any more pressure to Isshin, but after standing here, I know that I want just one more night with my husband," She complained to the scientist about how she did not appreciate Isshin avoiding her. So she decided to use this song to get him to look her way. "I want his attention, and I want you to get it for me, Urahara."
"What exactly are you thinking?" Kisuke asked for some reason, he really wanted to have Isshin distracted. Izumi wasn't sure why, but all night he kept Isshin up and drinking and in constant contact with females, mainly herself. It made her curious, but she let it pass.
"This song, it's a very sexually explicit one, right?" she asked, and Kisuke nodded. Izumi gave Kisuke a very sinister smile then told him what she wanted to do.
The song began with the vocals coming on immediately, and both Shinigamis were dancing in line with each other. They swung their hips from side to side with the beat of the drums, and by the time Kisuke finished the first verse, he was slapping Nakamura's ass. Flashing a quick glance at Isshin, Izumi could see she was definitely getting his FULL attention now. Though the man was blatantly drunk, in his eyes, Isshin looked like he wanted to rip Urahara apart. By the second verse, Nakamura had jumped up and wrapped her legs around Urahara's waist, riding his hip, while he thrust them upwards. When he had gotten to the chorus, she was off him, and dancing like a stripper on the stage.
Isshin could not tear his eyes away from the stage at this point even if he tried. There his wife was, and dammit, it didn't matter anymore, that she wasn't Masaki, but Izumi! She was up there riding and grinding herself all over his best friend! His brows were drawn down intensely, in anger and jealousy. That tight feeling in his stomach began twisting into knots, and he remembered what that feeling was now. It was the feeling he got when he first bonded with Masaki… it was possessiveness! His body was telling him, what was on the stage at this moment, belonged to him, and him alone. There is no way he was going to allow this to continue! By the time, Kisuke finished the end of the first chorus; Isshin was on the stage and grabbed Izumi by her shoulders. He lifted her up and over his shoulder, and then they disappeared.
Isshin flashed himself and Izumi into one of the halls inside the hotel. He was breathing heavily when he put the woman back on her feet in front of him. Izumi was staring in disbelief at the formidable man that dragged her from the stage. They didn't speak a word to each other for a few minutes. Neither one knew what to say to the other. Izumi opened her mouth as if to say something, and then closed it again. She tried again, then huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. Now she looked frustrated and annoyed.
Izumi growled low in her throat then said, "So? Wanna tell me what this was all about?"
"Woman, I think you know full well, what that was all about!" Isshin growled back at her.
Yea, she knew, but she wanted him to say it, out loud. So Izumi turned to leave, if she was right and she had a good feeling she was, Isshin would follow her wherever she went. As she walked away she spoke to him over her shoulder, "I don't see what your problem could be Kurosaki-san! You sir, have been giving me dirty looks all night, and now, HA, now when I was having a good time on stage with a sexy man, you come around and ruin the remainder of my night!" She angled her head slightly and turned her eyes to glance at Isshin from the side. Sure enough, he was following her, so Izumi turned down the next hallway and headed for her hotel room. She had a small triumphant smile on her lips, when she made it to her door and two large hands braced against it.
Before the woman could put her card-key into the slot, Isshin was behind her. Placing his hands on either side of Izumi, he waited for her to turn and face him. When she did, he thought he saw a smile on her face, but if there was one, it was gone when she looked up at him. "So… you thought Urahara was sexy, huh?" He was closing the distance between them, pressing into her space as he spoke. "Do you have any idea, why I might have been giving you 'dirty looks' as you called it?"
Looking directly into his eyes, she became slightly breathless, "I, hmm, can only come to the conclusion that perhaps… my presence here was unwanted." She slipped her card-key into the lock while her hands were behind her back. Izumi slid backwards into the room, as Isshin stumbled to regain his footing, from the door opening. She began to giggle at his attempt; Isshin looked up at her from his bent position.
"Nakamura, I can tell you with no reservation on my part, that you are definitely wanted," Isshin said to her. Then strode with all the confidence he could muster, and pulled Izumi into a strong embrace and lowered his lips to hers. When their lips touched jolts of electricity shot through both Shinigamis, Izumi had to fist her hands into the lapels of Isshin's jacket to steady herself from the shock. She made a soft whimpering sound, when she felt Isshin's tongue invade her mouth. Izumi took note of the fact, that just as in her memory flashback, Isshin trembled as he explored the nooks and alcoves of her mouth. Izumi slid her hands up Isshin's chest, wrapping one around his neck and sinking the other hand into his soft black hair. Isshin slinked a large hand from her side and traced a path down to her waist. With the other, he skimmed up grazing the side of her breast, and enclosing around her back, binding her closer to him.
Isshin lifted his lips from hers, and nipped her along her jawline, coming to rest by her ear. "Do you doubt my sincerity, Nakamura?" his breath was hot as he whispered into her ear. Isshin could feel Izumi shiver when he did. It was just further confirmation, that this woman was his Masaki.
With her eyes still closed from his kiss, Izumi whispered back to him, "I never doubted it for a minute, Kurosaki-san. Or would it be more logical to call you Shiba?"
Isshin sucked in a breath as that bit of knowledge nearly knock him on his ass. He turned to look into her eyes. "Nakamura?" he searched her features, and he found a crooked smirk appearing at her lips.
"Or … Masaki, Isshin," her voice was so low Isshin could barely make out her words.
"You know?" Isshin asked as he pushed her away at an arm's length to get a better view of her reactions. She began to look down, but stopped herself.
Lifting her face higher she told him, "I didn't know when I came here today," she began. "I got flashbacks from my life as Masaki, when I first saw you walking Cifer-sama down the aisle. Then throughout the night, more and more memories began flooding my mind." She turned away from him for a minute, "How long were you going to pretend not to notice who I was, huh?"
Isshin gave her back a sheepish smile then walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her, holding his irate wife's back to his front. "Masaki… I… it wasn't that I was pretending not to notice you. I mean what do you expect from me. After nine years, my dead wife was the last thing I expected to find at the wedding of my adopted daughter." Isshin turned her around to face him again and caressed a hand across her cheek. "You're not supposed to remember your former life. I didn't want to bring you any discomfort if you either didn't want to or couldn't remember me."
That brought a smile back to her lips, "Shiba Isshin, I think you left too big an impression on me to ever truly forget you." Masaki began to walk, making Isshin walk backwards. "My question really is, when you followed me here, what were your intentions, if I didn't remember who I was?"
Isshin's cheeks flushed a bright red at her question, "Well, I heh… I was... eh um…," he gulped. Honestly he wasn't really sure what his plans were, he knew what he wanted to say, and knew what he should say. So Isshin instead simply opted for the truth, "Woman, I would have made love to you, as either Nakamura or Masaki. That's the impression you left on me." Isshin fell back onto the bed he had no idea Masaki had been leading him to.
Masaki's smile widened at his confession, "Good answer Shiba, good answer," she said to him before she climbed onto his lap and straddled his hips. She leaned over him and shifted her hands to thread through his hair again, then cupped his cheeks and kissed him with all the passion denied them, for the last nine years. Isshin gathered her in his arms and slid his hands up and down her back. He glided them down again to cup her rear. He squeezed her ass and rubbed her against his length, just how she liked him to do.
Masaki could feel the impact she was having on her husband, and she shivered. Isshin continued to allow her to rub her core against him, sending tremors of pleasure coursing throughout her entire body. e Ekken
Masaki knew this trick; Isshin would make her excited with just these innocent caresses, until she became undone by them. And Isshin didn't fail to deliver. Clutching harder on her ass, with his vise-like grip, he kneaded the center of her womanhood onto his growing hardness. Her gasps and pants were arousing him even further. He could even feel her wetness seep through her panties as she grinded on him. He broke away from their breathtaking kiss to ask, "Still… hah, hah, find Urahara a sexy man, Masaki love?" he couldn't help but tease her about her comment from before.
She giggled then sighed, "Ahh, no Isshin. Hah, hah, hah, I find no one sexier than you." Masaki could feel the laughter reverberate and shudder through his chest and into hers. Isshin nuzzled his lips into the side of her neck, and place a gentle kiss there. When he slid his hand from her backside to that sensual switch at the juncture of her legs, Masaki roared in ecstasy. She quivered and shuddered in his lap, as he pressed his erection to her core, so as to intensify her orgasm.
Isshin whispered into her ear again, "That's my girl." He was anxious for her, and her decadence sent new jolts into him, settling on his cock, increasing his need. Isshin held Masaki as he flipped her over onto her back. He gave her a quick kiss, then rose above her and removed his jacket. Masaki spread her hands over his shirt covered chest, feeling every tight muscle Isshin had on his torso. She went to unbutton his shirt, but Isshin couldn't wait for her to take her time undressing him. It's been NINE YEARS! He tore open his shirt, and buttons flew in every direction around the bed and floor. Tossing the remains of his shirt onto the floor, Isshin undid the top of his tailored slacks.
Masaki's hands soared to where Isshin's hands were, and she pushed his pants down, pressing her lips to his exposed flesh as she did. He rolled over again to allow her access to remove the rest of his clothes. Masaki knelt at the foot of the bed then, and extracted his shoes and socks. She pulled his pants down the rest of the way, now she got a full view of Isshin's desire for her. Masaki licked her lips and glided her tongue up one of Isshin's thighs. She could hear his gasps and groans as she slowly tortured her dear husband with her licks and caresses.
"Ahh, Masaki… have mercy on me love," Isshin begged her. "I haven't touched or been touched since you were taken from me." He sat up then, pulling his wife up into his arms and settling her in his lap against his erection. Isshin pulled the top of her blue halter dress down, revealing her firm small breasts to him. Dipping his head down, he took one into his mouth.
Masaki moaned aloud as his tongue rolled over her taut nipple. Slipping her hands into his hair again, she held his head to her. Rocking her hips along his member again, causing them both to groan with yearning. She could feel Isshin's hands slid down her back dragging her dress down along with them. Then Isshin slipped his fingers into her panties and slid them down as well. Masaki leaned back and stretched her legs straight up over Isshin's head, so he could pull the remainder of her dress and underwear from her body.
Completely naked except for her heels, Masaki opened her legs and brought them to Isshin's shoulders. He held her by the waist and rocked his own hips slowly as he eased into her. Looking into her eyes as he did so, he could feel every inch of her tight entrance as she wrapped around him. Masaki's mouth was slightly parted as she tried to gain her breath. The sight nearly set him off, and ruining this reunion before it could really begin. Even with her grinding her hips against him, Isshin gripped her waist tighter, and manipulated her body to his. He descended onto her nipple again, first one then the other, with Masaki's moaning encouraging him on.
Masaki rode her husband for all he was worth, his cock gliding in and out of her slick wet space. She reached out and hooked an arm around his neck as she looked directly into his eyes when she felt a wave of spasms course through her. The other hand was braced against his thigh while she shuddered and came on top of him. Isshin press a thumb to her as he heightened her orgasm.
Isshin waited for her to come down from the high she evoked for herself, with her orgasm. When her quakes subsided, he rolled her back onto the bed and thrust himself into her once again. He reveled in the sounds she made, her moans and whimpers always had a way of making him feel like a god. Isshin hooked one of Masaki's legs over his shoulder and press the other down to the bed, then he rock back and forth into his lovely wife. There was no other woman in this world or any other, which could make him feel like he was the be all and end all of everything.
Isshin watched as Masaki brought her hands to her breasts and squeezed them for his viewing pleasure. She massaged and pinched her nipples, and kneaded them together. The sight was too much for Isshin to bear, the orgasm come over him like a rush of warm water spreading onto cooled flesh. He thrust long and hard into Masaki, until he ultimately trembled atop her. Isshin finally collapsed in a breathless heap to the side of his wife. Trying to catch his breath, he curled his arm, and pulled Masaki to him.
She didn't resist his cuddling nature; it was something he'd always done when they made love. This felt like dream to Masaki, like she would wake up any moment and none of this would have been real.
"Gods Masaki," Isshin huffed. "I have really missed you."
Masaki giggled, and curved an arm across his massive chest. "I think you can see… I've kinda missed you too." They both allowed their thoughts to drift into the ether, and fell silent as sleep devoured them.
Nakamura Izumi, formally known as Kurosaki Masaki awoke early in the morning. She felt the lean body lying next to her, and knew that last night hadn't been a dream. She made love to her former husband! Discreetly lifting herself from the bed, she dressed her Gigai and placed it in a seated position, in a chair inside the hotel room. Izumi ate her soul pill, and told her Gigai to sleep until Isshin was fully awake, so he could return her to the candy shop. Izumi didn't want to deal with the repercussions that would come of what she'd done with Isshin last night. As beautiful as it was, she knew if she stayed, it would only confuse and hurt her family. She stole one last glance at Shiba Isshin, the man who would always hold her heart, and left the room quietly.
Izumi was leaving her room when she spotted Yumichika walking brightly and humming to himself, "Good morning, Nakamura," he said in a sprightly manor.
"Oh, Ayasegawa, I didn't notice you there," she jumped with anxiety. "You're looking very… sparkly, this morning."
Yumichika cupped his cheeks with both his hands, and squealed, "Oh, do you really think so?" He leaned into her space and whispered when he was close, "I have a special method I use to get my skin looking so flawless." Seeming to notice she was out of her Gigai he asked, "Are you leaving?"
"Oh, eh… Yea I'm heading back to Seireitei early. I'll catch you later," she spoke quickly and ran to the elevator. Once she exited the elevator and walked to the back of the hotel, where the waterfall was located, she prepared to open a Senkaimon. From the corner of her eye, she spied Kurosaki Ichigo. He seemed to be deep in thought. Like something was troubling him. Izumi's motherly instincts wanted her to comfort her son, but she knew that Ichigo wouldn't recognize her as his mother. So she opened the gate and left the human world to get back to her life in Seireitei.
Isshin awoke not long after the warmth beside him left. Groggy and sated from the events of the night, he looked across the room. He saw Masaki sitting peacefully in a chair. Wrapping a bed sheet about his waist, he walked to her and leaned in to kiss her. "You shouldn't leave me in bed like that, it makes me feel like a whore to be used and disposed of." He laughed and pressed his lips to the flesh of his wife's cheek.
"How dare you!" screeched Masaki as she went about smacking and pushing Isshin back and away from her. "No one touches me, without my permission!"
'What the Hell?!' Isshin thought to himself, until he realized that his wife was not in her Gigai. Isshin strolled to the door of the room they shared and opened the door quickly. Just outside in the hall, Isshin saw a pretty, young looking Shinigami out in the hall. Isshin locked eyes with the man in the hall for a brief minute then he shut the door quickly.
"She walked away from me?!" he said out loud in disbelief. Isshin now did feel like that used up whore he'd spoke of to the Gigai. He placed his face into his hands and shed his tears.
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