Hey guys, sorry about the late update! School has been crazy, so updates will be slower. Anyway, here's chapter 9!

Ch 9

The days following "the betrayal" were hectic. The 4th division was crowded with Shinigami from every division, some making more trouble than others. Administration of the 9th, 5th, and 3rd divisions fell to its lieutenants, but none of them had adjusted well.

Hisagi sat at his old captain's desk, head in his hands as he tried to fill out reports of damages, injuries, and other related items. He sighed, hurt and betrayed by his mentor, feeling lost in this newfound position. How could Tousen do this? Why did he betray Seireitei? Didn't he always preach about maintaining peace and not having to shed blood?

A knock at the door resounded through the room. Hisagi looked up, "Enter," he called out.

Naoko poked her head in, a concerned look on her face. She looked around the office, the paperwork piling up in a way that reminded her of when she had first entered the 9th.

"I can help you with this, you know," she said. "You can't shut yourself in here." She moved to a slightly smaller pile and sifted through it.

"You wouldn't know what is what," Hisagi sighed. He appreciated the offer though.

"You filled this out incorrectly," Naoko stated, placing a sheet in front of him. "You mixed up the needed repairs and damages." Hisagi looked at the paper, confirming his mistake. Naoko continued, "It also needs to be sent to soutaichou now, since Central 46 is pretty much dead." She pointed to the intended recipient line.

Hisagi shifted his gaze up to Naoko, blinking in confusion.

She smiled softly, "I used to do the paperwork with Muguruma-taichou; our lieutenant was a bit…unreliable."

Picking up an ink well and brush, she gathered some empty forms and started writing. "If we split the work, we'll be able to distribute these to the appropriate divisions by mid-afternoon."

"Ah, thanks, Naoko-san," Hisagi finally replied. He picked up another form and filled it out.

"Don't mention it, Shuuhei-san."

As Naoko had predicted, they had finished their paperwork and delivered it to the necessary destinations by the afternoon. She and Hisagi were now slowly walking back to the 9th division as Orihime and Ichigo flew by them.

"Wonder where they're headed," Hisagi mentioned, his head turning in their direction.

"Who knows?" Naoko replied, stretching her arms above her head.

"Ooh! Shuuhei! Naoko! Come drink with us!" Rangiku's voice floated over to them. "We've got tea too!"

"I'd like some tea," Hisagi said, walking towards the window. Naoko's nose wrinkled at the strong smell of sake wafting out as she followed him. "Ah! Kira! Why are you in your underwear!?" Hisagi exclaimed. "Matsumoto! Get me the tea!"

Naoko sighed as she and Hisagi jumped through the window to resuscitate Kira, who was now foaming at the mouth. Luckily they had managed to make him vomit whatever alcohol was left in his stomach, and Naoko was left to pump him full of water and tea to sober him up.

"A drink?" Rangiku asked, holding out the sake bottle. Her face was flushed, eyes heavily lidded.

"Thanks, Ran," Naoko said. Sipping from the cup, she looked at Shuuhei gripping his own cup of tea in his hands, a grim look on his face. She turned to Kira, who was now peacefully sleeping on the floor.

"How did you manage it, Naoko-san?" Hisagi asked, still gazing into his cup. "The betrayal? You looked like you knew about it."

"It was hell for me, Shuuhei," Naoko said, swirling the sake in her cup. "I wanted to run my sword through Tousen nearly every day, to tell soutaichou and everyone about what had really happened."

"Why didn't you, then?" he asked, his tone hard and accusing.

"No one would've believed me," she replied. "Would you believe a 7th seat over a lieutenant? They would've thrown me into the Maggot's Nest facility for sedition." She looked at him square in the eye. She continued, "I was ordered by Urahara Kisuke to monitor their movements, to wait for a time where they would slip up and reveal themselves." She laughed bitterly as the sake took its effect on her. "But I fell for their ploy just like everyone else here, played right into Aizen's hands."

She took another sip of her sake, gazing at Kira and Rangiku as they both passed out, sad frowns on their unconscious faces. She could only imagine the betrayal they had felt, especially the voluptuous red-headed Shinigami. If Naoko remembered correctly from what Rangiku had told her, she and Ichimaru had been close friends.

From his position on the couch, Hisagi sighed heavily, shoulders slouching and his back hunched. Naoko turned her head towards the sound, sympathy washing over her for the young man. She saw his lips press together tightly as his eyebrows knitted together, his eyes narrowing slightly to hide the tears that threatened to come.

She moved over to the couch and sat next to him. Without a word, she took his tea away and put their drinks aside. "Come here," she murmured, pulling his shoulder down so that his head lay in her lap.

"Naoko-san, what are you doing!?" he exclaimed, trying to get back up.

"Shut up and stay there," she commanded, holding his head down. "I know that look on your face, goodness if I didn't know any better, you must've been a crybaby when you were young."

She stroked his hair gently, "There's no one watching, so just let it out now." Hisagi buried his face into her lap as he yelled and cried out his frustrations and sadness. His arms wrapped around her waist almost painfully, hands gripping the fabric of her shihakusho tightly. Naoko simply sat and continued to stroke the black, spiky hair of her lieutenant.

It wasn't long before the muffled shouts and curses stopped, and Hisagi lifted his face from Naoko's lap. "Sorry about that," he said, his voice hoarse. He grabbed his cup of tea, which had gone slightly cold, and downed it. "We should get back to the division, it's getting a late."

"Yes, sir," Naoko said, seeing his change in demeanor shift to his normal authoritative self. "What do we do with them?" she asked, motioning to the two drunks lying on the floor.

"Cover them up and leave the tea close by I guess," Hisagi said, shrugging. "They can handle themselves."

Naoko chuckled as she covered the two up with a blankets, pouring tea into cups and placing them within arm's reach.

~few weeks later, Karakura town~

Kensei lifted up some bags of cement at the construction site he worked at. Someone had to make money to get food, and Shinji was planning on doing some stupid shit at the human school, probably looking for that Ichigo kid. He couldn't depend on the girls getting jobs either, Hiyori and Mashiro would never get hired for obvious reasons, and Lisa was always reading porno magazines. As for Love, Rose, and Hachigen, he didn't really know what they were up to now.

"Oi, Kensei!" a middle aged worker called out. "Let's go buy some lunch! I know a good spot!"

"What, your wife didn't make you anything?" Kensei shot back good naturedly. "You must've done something wrong, Hideki."

The small group of men laughed as they all clocked out for lunch.

The place Hideki found was a small café that had a decent lunch menu. Kensei browsed it, calculating how much he could afford to eat, but then again, it's not like he needed a lot. The other men sat at the table, joking and gossiping about family life when a female voice floated over them.

"Hideki-san! I didn't expect to see you here again so soon! Are you in trouble with your wife again?

"Hahaha, you know me too well, ojou-chan!" Hideki joked, a hearty laugh bursting forth.

She giggled, "Well, what could I get you all to drink first?"

"Coffee."

"Tea."

"Water."

"Water here too."

"And you, sir?" the voice asked.

"Oi, Kensei, what do you want to drink?" one of the other men, Tohru, asked while nudging him with an elbow.

"Oh, sorry," Kensei said, looking up to see the waitress. His eyes widened in disbelief as he saw Naoko standing there with an inquisitive look in her eye, head tilted to the side slightly. He saw a shadow of a smirk on her lips, cleverly hidden as a smile. She was wearing a uniform, a white button down shirt tucked into straight black skirt that stopped above her knee. Her hair was pulled into its usual braid down, which had settled over her shoulder.

"Sir?" Naoko repeated, her pencil poised above the notepad.

"Uh, tea, please," Kensei mumbled, never breaking his gaze.

"Coming right up!" she chirped, turning on her heel and walking away. Kensei couldn't help but notice the low black heels that she wore accentuated her slim and shapely legs.

"Wahaha!" Hideki laughed again. "She's a cute one, isn't she, Kensei?"

"You've got a wife already, Hideki-san," Kensei grumbled, stealing a look at Naoko's form as she bustled around the café. The modern clothes had revealed the curves of her body underneath, he noticed. Looking around, he saw that he wasn't the only one who had noticed. He spied a number of young men eyeing his woman. "Hold on, who said she was yours?" Kensei's Hollow cut in. "It's been 100 years for fuck's sakes, a sweet body like that would've left you long ago!" Kensei narrowed his eyes, if it was true, did Naoko have any lovers after him? His blood boiled at the idea, his Hollow feeding greedily off his anger.

"Here we are!" Naoko's voice brought him out of his jealous thoughts. She placed the drinks in front of them, taking their lunch orders simultaneously. Just as she was about to turn around fully to place the order, an alarm rang loudly, then a voice spoke "Hollow approaching location, 100 meters and closing."

Naoko's face was unfazed at the announcement as she discreetly popped a soul candy into her mouth. The gigai continued to move and do its job as Naoko, now in her shihakusho, leapt onto the table and slipped through the wall. Just as the voice had said, Kensei saw a low level hollow approach the building. Naoko stood in front of it, her pitch black sword drawn. He could hear the screech of the beast as it charged at her. In a second, he saw her leap to the side and above the hollow, leaving a blurry afterimage for the monster to attack. Before it could realize its mistake, the black blade pierced the top of its mask, disintegrating it immediately.

Naoko sighed as she swiftly killed the hollow. "Too easy," she muttered, wiping off the blood from Kurokitsune's blade. The fox always complained of getting dirty whenever Naoko fought. She returned to her gigai, which was still dutifully taking orders and wiping down tables.

Looking at her watch, she saw it was time for her break. "Manager, I'm going on break now!" she called out, going to the door.

"Alright!" her manager replied.

Naoko exited the building to where she had just killed the hollow. Turning the corner, she slipped into the alleyway and pulled out her phone. Leaning against the brick wall, she giggled as she saw pictures Rangiku took of Hitsugaya napping at his desk. As she typed a quick reply to Rangiku, a large shadow loomed over her.

"Dear customer, I am on a break right now," she said, not looking up.

Two hands were placed on either side of her head, resting the person's weight above her. She smirked, still ignoring the figure in front of her, sensing the annoyance of the person. Naoko yelped as her phone was abruptly shut, lightly pinching the skin of her hand. Her angry curse was muffled as Kensei grabbed her and kissed her roughly, pulling her waist close to his body. His tongue pushed its way into her mouth, tasting and asserting its dominance over hers.

Naoko gripped Kensei's tank top for support as her knees went weak and her mind went blank. Her breathing grew heavy as he continued his assault on her mouth, refusing to break contact. His musky scent mixed with dust flooded her senses. She felt one of his hands roam to her hair, his fingers entangling themselves loosely in her black locks as they pulled to tilt her head up. His other hand traveled from her waist, slowly, down, down to her ass, where he none too gently grabbed it in his large, calloused hand.

Kensei groaned as he touched Naoko's body, feeling and exploring the shape beneath her clothes. He needed to feel more, to touch her smooth skin. He could feel her soft lips move against his own, eagerly and needy as well.

Naoko could feel his fingers inch lower down to the hem of her skirt, lifting it so that his hands touched her thighs. She gasped, remembering where she was and what she was doing. Mustering her strength, she pushed Kensei away and slapped his face sharply.

Kensei's eyes widened as his face snapped to the side. Placing a hand on his stinging cheek, he looked down at Naoko, feeling a combination of shock and pride. Her hair was a mess, eyes glazed, cheeks flushed, and her skirt raised on one side.

"Jeez, this is a public place, you know," she scolded, quickly fixing herself up.

"You liked it," Kensei replied smugly, taking in her flustered appearance.

"You best shut it unless you want another smack," she growled. She ran her fingers through her hair, taking it out of its messy braid and pulling it into a neat bun. "I'm going back to work," she said primly, and stalked back inside. She paused before exiting the alleyway, "My shift finishes at 5," calling over her shoulder. With that, she entered the café leaving Kensei feeling an impossible tightness in his pants.

After taking a few moments to calm down, Kensei returned to his table, where the other construction workers were getting ready to leave. "Hahah! What did you do to Naoko-chan?" Hideki guffawed. "She stormed in here red as a tomato!"

Tohru looked closely at Kensei, "Well she must've been mighty mad, you dog, just look at that hand print!" The rest of the men laughed, slapping Kensei on the back as they left the café.

Naoko continued her shift throughout the afternoon, leaving occasionally to eliminate hollows that ventured close to her assigned territory. She sighed as she wiped down the last table before her shift finished. She heard a faint knock on the window beside her as she cleaned. Looking up, Naoko saw Kensei leaning against the glass with his hand raised in a casual wave. She grinned and looked at the clock, seeing that it was now time to leave. Darting to the back of the store, she put away her apron and signed off with the manager.

Kensei pushed off the glass window as he heard the tinkling sound of the bell, seeing Naoko step out of the store. In the red light of the late afternoon, her lightly tanned skin let off a slight glow as she walked towards him. Kensei smirked as she reached him, pulling by the waist as he gave her a quick kiss on the mouth. "You're late," he commented as she wormed her way out of his grasp.

"5 minutes is hardly late," she quipped, walking down the street. Kensei followed her, admiring the sway of her hips as she walked in her black heels.

"How long have you been back?" He asked, speeding up to walk next to her. "Urahara told us the news, Aizen's finally shown his true colors, huh?"

"Just a week, so far," Naoko said. "There was a huge fallout once Aizen, Tousen, and Ichimaru defected."

Kensei grunted, his eyebrows coming together and his mouth turned downwards at the name of his traitorous subordinate.

Naoko picked up on this and moved closer to Kensei, wrapping her arm around his. "They sent me back with another Shinigami to manage this area," she said, tracing his muscular arm gently with a finger.

"Where're ya staying at?" Kensei asked, somewhat calmed by her motion. "Urahara's again?"

"Nah, my partner's staying there," she replied. "It's too crowded at the store, so I found a small apartment that's pretty cheap."

Kensei's ears perked up at this, peering down at Naoko. She glanced up at him, a coy smile decorating her face. "In fact," Naoko continued, "we're here already." They stopped at an apartment complex off of the major road. The area was a bit deserted and run down, but the building looked decent enough. They walked up the steps to Naoko's door, where she pulled out her keys and entered the apartment.

"Please, come in," she invited, moving aside to let Kensei in.

He walked in, looking around. It was a small apartment which was furnished only with a kitchen area, bathroom, closet, and living room. A futon was laid out with a thick quilt and pillow, and a low table was placed in the center of the room. Books were stacked on the table, ranging from manga to classic novels.

"It's a bit small, but at least I don't have to resort to living in someone's closet," Naoko commented from behind him, watching Kensei's face as he scanned the area. She heard from Rukia that she had literally slept in Ichigo's closet, which Naoko definitely did not want to resort to.

"Anyway," she continued, "would you like something to drink? Tea, maybe?" She tried to move around Kensei in her narrow hallway, squeezing herself between him and the wall.

"No, I'm fine," she heard his voice rumble through his chest. He turned to press her closer to the wall. "Kensei?" she asked, looking up at him, their chests touching. His eyes were dark with lust, she could feel his manhood harden through his jeans as his hands gripped her waist.

"Naoko," Kensei ground out from between his teeth. "I need you." It took most of his willpower not to push her up against the wall and take her right there. Instead, he pulled her into a passionate kiss, conveying his desire for her with every touch through his hands and his lips.

"Aah, Kensei," Naoko moaned. She matched his kisses fervently, her body instinctively pressing closer to him. Kensei moved Naoko away from the wall, still kissing her as he picked her up and moved towards her futon.

Naoko let out a soft "oomph" as Kensei deposited her onto her futon, but quickly pulled him down to meet her. Their frantic hands pulled at each other's clothes, Kensei successfully pulling apart Naoko's shirt without ripping off all the buttons. He growled approvingly as he eyed the black, lacy bra she sported underneath.

Nipping and kissing down her neck he went, moving towards the swell of her breasts and gently bit her through the padded cloth of her bra. Naoko gasped lightly, arching her back into his mouth. Kensei used the opportunity to swiftly undo the hook behind her back, freeing her soft mounds of their restraint. He cupped one in his palm, rolling her pink nipple under his thumb as he latched his mouth onto the other one, his tongue flicking and tracing circles around her areola. Moans of pleasure filled his ears, spurring him to continue more aggressively.

Naoko felt the familiar pressure of desire pool between her legs, her womanhood growing hot and wet. She ran one hand through Kensei's short, silver hair, encouraging his ministrations while the other traveled to her clitoris. Her breath grew shorter as she circled her sensitive nub with a finger, pleasure building from her chest and stomach. "Kensei," she sighed airly, head thrown back in ecstasy.

"Who taught you this?" he rumbled, his hand leaving her breast and meeting the one that was fingering her warmth. He removed her hand and placed it next to her head, replacing it with his own, larger fingers.

"You did," she moaned, the new sensation of rough skin on her spot lancing through her. "Aaah Kensei, Kensei!" Her skirt had hiked up above her thighs now, revealing matching black, lacy panties.

Kensei smirked, her pleasurable moans stroking his ego. He moved more of the delicate material to the side as he inserted a finger into Naoko's wet entrance, his thumb rubbing her clitoris gently. Her hips bucked up, surprised and delighted by the feeling. More lewd noises fell from her lips, her eyelids dropping as her head turned to the side.

Naoko could feel her climax approaching quickly as Kensei's fingered her. In her passion, she gripped the blanket beneath her, her back and hips arching off the futon as she felt the waves of pleasure finally crashing around her. "KENSEI, KENSEI, OH KENSEI YES!" she screamed, her walls twitching and spasming around his fingers.

As she came down from her high, Naoko panted heavily. She opened her eyes again to see Kensei had removed his fingers from her, his hand wet from her orgasm. He wore a smug grin on his face and licked her juices from his fingers. "Fucking delicious," he groaned, kissing her lower lips through the fabric of her panties. He moved the black lace again, and lapped up the remaining wetness from her wet folds. Naoko groaned again as his tongue flicked her clitoris, down into her labia where she felt it push between them. She mewled softly, gripping his hair, trying to bring his head back to her.

"I'm up here, you know," she panted.

He chuckled, bringing himself up so he could kiss her mouth. Naoko could taste herself on his lips as they moved against hers. She also noticed he was still fully clothed, while she was nearly bare naked. Grabbing his jeans, she tried to undo the button and push them down.

"Impatient, aren't we?" Kensei growled, quickly rolling to the side and removing his pants and boxers himself. He moved back above Naoko, his erection laying hard and proud on her thigh. Her eyes widened at the size of it.

Hesitantly, she wrapped her hand and fingers around it, watching Kensei's face as she did. She noticed its girth was impressive, her hand almost able to fully encircle it, its hardness and softness, like a stick covered with a soft cloth. She saw its pink head, already weeping at the tip.

Kensei hissed in pleasure as she explored his dick, her hands rubbing and stroking it gently. It was almost enough to make him finish. "Naoko," he moaned. "Please, Naoko." Naoko's eyes flicked up to his face, his eyes half lidded and his eyebrows knitted in concentration. "I might not be able to hold back," he ground out, her gentle stroking bringing him closer to the edge.

Naoko brought the tip of his engorged manhood to her warm entrance. "I'll be ok, Kensei," she promised, looking up at him. He nodded, and speared her instantly. "Mmnh, Naoko," he panted, "Naoko, you're so tight." Her walls clenched around his dick, making it hard to move.

"It's so big," she whimpered, wriggling her hips, trying to accommodate his size into her small frame.

"Relax," he growled, his legs shaking slightly as he held back, waiting for Naoko to get used to him.

Naoko breathed slowly, stopping her hips from moving. She slowly felt her walls stretch more to fit all of his dick more comfortably. "I'm alright, Kensei," she whispered. "It's ok now."

With that, Kensei set an unrelenting pace, pistoning in and out of Naoko as she gripped his shirt. His movements were so quick that she had no time to make a sound. Short, breathy pants and heavy grunts flew past both their lips as the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. Without stopping, Kensei sat up on his heels and pulled Naoko's hips closer to his own. Naoko squealed at the new angle, "AAAH KENSEI, KENSEI!" She chanted his name, moaning as his finger found her clitoris again, rubbing it vigorously as he pumped into her.

Kensei looked down at Naoko, her hair splayed out behind her, her hands fisting into the blanket as she screamed his name. He could feel her walls tighten around him, making him move faster and urgently as he finally brought her to orgasm a second time. As Naoko's hips bucked up, Kensei slammed his hips into her, spilling his own seed into her womb, her walls clamping down onto his erection and milking him. "UUGH NAOKO," he groaned loudly, pushing his dick further in with every spurt of pleasure that washed over him. Coming down from his orgasm, he lay his weight onto her, his head in her chest and his dick still inside of her entrance.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked, listening to her heart pound through her chest.

"mm-mm," Naoko said, shaking her head. "That was...amazing."

"Hmm," he hummed. He felt his manhood grow soft, and pulled it out from Naoko's warmth. Naoko mewled at the loss of the organ inside of her. Kensei rolled off to her side, drawing Naoko into his chest as they both fell asleep.

Some yummy Kensei loving for all of you! Hope you enjoyed it!