AN: Sooo... about that HitsuKarin smut...
For the record, this is the story part of that smut and the sequel to Shadow General, as well as a birthday present to myself. (My birthday was November 5th, btw.) So yes, I write fanfiction to commemorate the fact that I am getting older. Which is weird now that I've put it out into the world. LOL
I will still be writing a smut scene to go with this and put it on AO3. But I don't post my smut here because FF is kinda weird about hosting 'mature' themes and randomly delete perfectly good fics. I use this site as a personal archive in case something happens to my laptop so I can't have them taking my stuff down on a whim, y'know? :/
Enjoy, errbody~
Thank you's for the last chapter:
Whee: Thank you! :D I love it when I'm inspired because things like that come out. I will be updating other stories after this but this is a special update so I hope you enjoy it~
andy: Thank you~ I'm not gonna lie, I had to use babelfish to understand your review but it made me so happy seeing someone review in a different language. :3 Unfortunately I have no plans to do a sequel but I never rule it out. Maybe one day I will, but not anytime soon. Sorry.
nureen: Thank you! I have random bursts of quirky and fun things, and this was one of them. Haha.
Summary: Sequel to Shadow General. There are two types of engagements, Toushirou learns. The kind when one is fighting for his life, and the other when one is bound to their beloved. He will do anything to show he's proficient at both.
Dedications: To all of my lovely followers on tumblr who wished me a happy birthday, thank you all! T.T /sobs dramatically in a corner. You're all amazing and I know that many of you started following me because I happen to write a lot of fanfction. I hope you all enjoy.
And a special shout-out to these amazing people: My wifeys, hikari0907 and Glowing Blue, who gave me fanart and fanfiction. I love you both~ And to djAngelynn for writing me smut (hjfdksalfhjdes and it's HitsuKarin! Yes, you should all read it on AO3) and the milliner's rook who did a continuation of a snippet she wrote for me (again, I highly encourage sequels. I mean, look! Here's a sequel now~ :DDD). You guys are amazing and I adore you all to pieces! TT^TT
November (Birthday Special) 2013: Engage
The gates of Seireitei opened to foreign delegates who came in lines of richly dressed carriages and decorated horses. The parade ended at the center of the magnificent city where the Gotei Thirteen's leaders were situated. From their conference room, all eyes watched as royalty and diplomats alike stepped onto their homeland and surveyed the famously guarded palace.
After the defeat of Aizen, it'd been Genryuusai's decision to host a peace conference in hopes of preserving new alliances. Good relations were the hallmark of diplomacy but it'd been a long time since a gathering of this size had occurred, with bluebloods making the journey rather than just their scholars. While a good plan initially, there were a few drawbacks.
Unintentionally, the symposium was doubling as a matchmaker's dream, the kind of gathering that would have scheming mothers pushing their daughters towards eligible bachelors and where men would find fascination with many sought-after women. The captains had a decidedly bad taste in their mouths when they realized that the true reason they'd united was being lost in the shuffle of their visitors' plans.
Still, it wasn't all bad news, as expectant blue eyes widened while a grin stole across her face. "Familiar faces at eleven o'clock," Matsumoto chirped.
Trying not to look too eager, Rukia came to stand beside the other lieutenant, almost convincing as she peeked down. She even made the gesture of scoping out the other arrivals before finally settling on a dot of orange. But no one missed the softening of her lips or the wistful look in her eye.
"Aren't you going to come look too, Taichou?" Matsumoto asked, gaze already locked onto a familiar form. The nonplussed look in his eye was answer enough. "Taichou, don't be like that! You haven't seen her in months!"
"I assure you our correspondence has been adequate, Matsumoto."
"But, Captain—!"
"Enough."
"It's just—"
"Matsumoto!"
"Ara, is that a boy near Karin?" Rukia called out, shielding her eyes as she balanced along the edge of the sill.
The tic in his brow was noted but Toushirou didn't move from his seat. Stubbornly, he turned his head to the side and muttered unkind words under his breath. There was no reason to worry; he trusted Karin as if she was kin. The men of the world, however, were another story entirely.
"Oh there is one! And he's so handsome too," his lieutenant cried out.
"Look how he's talking to her. I wonder what he's saying." The image of a handsome man came unbidden to his mind. And even though he knew he couldn't hear them, Hitsugaya felt himself straining for the far-off conversation.
"She's smiling at him! My, she's gotten so pretty since last year." A shift in his gaze but still, he refused to dance to their taunts. There were too many eyes judging his next course of action, some rolling them skywards but most unabashedly amused.
But those two were testing his patience. "He's holding her shoulder! They must be close! And they look so sweet together."
"Most men aren't so forward with a lady of her standing. How unlike her to be so friendly…"
"And I don't know if it's just me, but does he look like he's getting a bit too close…?"
The snap of his neck upwards was accompanied by an inhuman growl. The idea of unwanted advances towards Karin had Hitsugaya out of his seat, face set in a scowl that would've easily scared one of his men. Gripping the banister, his eyes sought out her form. However, what he found was not what he expected.
"Matsumoto… Lieutenant Kuchiki…" His snarl was as dark as his glower, as he turned towards the now-chortling pair. And just a glance out the window had the rest of the room also chuckling at his expense.
As if sensing eyes on her, Karin immediately perked at the sight of him stories above, smiling as she waved brightly. Beside her stood Kurosaki Ichigo, Karakura's reluctant king and her older brother. He tilted his head up only to frown at his old ally, nodding in reluctant acknowledgment.
A calming presence came to his side. "You shouldn't be too mad at them, Captain Hitsugaya. It's not often one of our own finds themselves in a position such as yours," Kira said softly.
His kind temperament helped cool Toushirou's irritation. "And what position is that?"
"Why, in love, of course," Kira answered, surprised. "With the way we live our lives, not many of us are lucky enough to find someone who not only understands our profession but embraces it. Most women of her standing wouldn't tolerate this trade."
The understanding was unexpectedly cold in his stomach, an unfurling that didn't leave even as they both sat back down. But what Kira said made a lot of sense. Although he'd found interest in a few ladies of the upper class, he'd never fully pursued marriage with any of them. Too many limitations and boundaries had impeded him, as well as other rivals who were better equipped to provide for the gentlewomen.
After all, his low birth was only mildly compensated by his position and famous reputation, the wealth he accumulated modest but respectable. But he was no fool. Toushirou knew that, if he really wanted to marry someone of Karin's birthright, he'd have to court her with more than hand-written letters and a good spar. Not because she expected it but because everyone around them did.
Just the thought of the many marriage-minded noblemen caused the feeling of unease to rise into his chest. No doubt there would be a few who'd look at Karin differently, interested despite her unconventional story. Right now she was experiencing a wave of popularity, seen as a prize to be coveted rather than understood. Add that to her family's power and he could see the men lining up for her favor, poems and flowers and expensive gifts in hand.
Not that he'd let them, of course. While he might not mind a bit of competition, he wouldn't let any of them seriously pursue Karin. Even if it meant meeting with her father after all these years.
The night was alive with music and fervent chatter, as well-heeled royals and peacemakers alike crowded the ballroom of Seiretei's castle. Peace talks began in the early morning so the party was hitting its crescendo prematurely for most people's tastes. Tables were flooded with food and drink, as smooth-talking suitors made legions of women laugh at their flirtations. And in the midst of it all, Karin could feel her patience waning with each passing hour.
Empty-headed fools, all of them, she thought as she painted on a smile that made her partners dance. Not one could hold a conversation without going on about her beguiling features or heroics. And whenever she tried to change the subject to something more neutral, they managed to come back to her and how they wished the night wouldn't end.
If Yuzu had been there, she'd have made a show of it. After years of practice she'd mastered a vapid façade that had men nipping at her heels, a switch she triggered when necessary. But her sister was expecting her first child and while it wasn't for a few more months, the travel would not be kind to her. Best to leave her in the safety of her husband's home.
Unfortunately for her, Karin had few friends outside of her kingdom. Noblewomen were competitive creatures she didn't trust, whose sweetly veiled insults only amplified their silent back-stabbing. She'd never been good at faking interest and was glad of it. Less time she had to spend playing nice.
On the other hand, the men weren't much better. They treated women like pieces of fluff, as if their opinions were adorable and their heads full of fantasies and nothing else. None of them would dare discuss politics or science without her brother as a buffer, his proximity making it seem like he was interested when he was anything but.
So Karin was left to fend for herself, occasionally stopping to talk with Matsumoto and Rukia when she could find them. But the former had her own crowd to patrol and the latter was firmly attached to Ichigo's side whenever he wasn't speaking to some dignitary or another. Their upcoming wedding was always at the top of the rumor mill, tongues wagging as soon as they were spotted together.
Distantly, Karin let herself wonder where Toushirou had gone.
Since her arrival he'd only greeted her once, her first sighting not withstanding. The gesture had been lukewarm at best, him bowing over her hand as they shared hellos in the entrance. The grasping stares had lingered, their whispers making her skin crawl. But all of them, including herself, had been disappointed when he did nothing but excuse himself and move on to an older couple.
The dismissal had embarrassed her, though she acted composed as her brother took her arm and led her inside. She hoped it was only stress bothering him. There hadn't been any indication that he'd tired of her, not with the intimate way he wrote. He'd shared his secrets willingly, using their distance as a means to offer more insights to her. Or so she'd thought.
Needing to escape her admirers and her own worry, Karin stealthily made her way to the large doors leading to the garden. She moved towards a quiet corner, away from where she was sure there were many trysts on-going. She had no taste for scandal tonight. A fortnight was a long time and would bring about plenty.
Settling beneath a large tree, the cool air ruffled her hair and teased her senses. But not enough to stop her from noticing the presence approaching, steps so silent she might've missed it on another day. With wife hunters around a girl could never be too careful.
"Show yourself," she ordered, voice so deep it might've been mistaken as a man's, one she hadn't used in a long time. The steps resumed after a slight hesitation, revealing the face she'd been thinking about all night. She wondered if he knew just how close she'd been to snapping his neck.
The notion halted at the sound of his voice as it sent a shiver down her spine. "Your Highness."
"I've told you not to call me that, Toushirou. Repeatedly." She glared at his shadowy form.
A shrug. "You should know I'm not allowed such familiarity with you in public. If anyone heard us there would be backlash."
"Being here without a respectable third-party is enough to get some people married off and you're worrying about my name. How very like you."
Frowning, Hitsugaya made his way towards her, not liking the hostility. He'd spent the entire evening watching her, not daring to cause a stir by pasting her to his side like he wanted. While their closeness was well known, it wasn't proper when he hadn't made a public announcement of their relationship. And Toushirou was nothing if not proper.
"I'm afraid I don't have the leeway of nobility on my side. The fact that you outrank me makes us that much more fascinating and vulnerable." He clenched a hand at his side. "I wouldn't forgive them if they spoke badly of you."
Her heart softened then, clarification stealing away her ire. She'd forgotten how honorable Toushirou was, how he could act on impulse one moment but seek to mend its consequences the next.
That festival day last year was a sterling example. The way he approached her after his victory had been so out-of-character, a moment fed on adrenaline and impatience. It would explain their fight afterwards, as he unmanned her of her sword before swallowing her protest with his lips, apologizing even as he kissed her breathless. Even now her face heated at the memory.
Still, she wouldn't make it easy for him. "It's no secret what you are to me. Why pretend?" Turning away a little, Karin shot him a sly look. "Unless your intentions with me aren't pure…"
"You know them well already. Don't tempt me, Karin," he snapped back, watching the sultry smile curve along her lips. Not that he'd give her the satisfaction of knowing she was right, that he wanted her more than she could imagine. But he would never try anything with a woman of her status, and never did he take what wasn't offered to him first.
But that didn't mean he hadn't thought of it, of Karin in his bed rather than countries away. Late night dreams when he had the time to undress her, teach her how a man and woman made love. And some nights he wasn't so patient, teasing her one moment and claiming her, body and soul, the next. Seeing all the men around her tonight, one could see where that anxiety stemmed.
Slipping her arms around his neck, she pressed her soft form to his, so unlike how he was used to seeing her. Armor didn't take away the lust, just brought it down to a manageable simmer. But the way the curves of her breasts molded against his chest had the fires in him dancing.
The full force glare he sent her screamed of iron control, his discipline keeping him from pressing her into the closest flat surface. A dress was easy access compared to their usual sparring gear and he'd happily find a millions ways to remove it.
"You're playing with fire, general," he murmured, brushing his lips against her temple. The little huff she gave was purposeful, leaning up on her toes to tease him. One little kiss from her was dangerous. But there'd been men who had died for less and he believed it'd be worth it.
The first touch was soft, seeking, a butterfly kiss against the petals of a rose. He could feel her smile in triumphant, always happy to know she could break through his restraint if she wanted it badly enough. It made kissing her deeply that much more satisfying, as her back arched while his arm circled her waist.
There was nothing half-hearted about Karin. Maybe it was the near-death experiences or the secret she'd harbored for so long, but she never held anything back. Fingers grasped at his hair, so desperate and inexperienced that he couldn't help but grin. Cupping her cheek, he tamed her eagerness with slow, sure strokes of his tongue.
Let me lead you, he seemed to say, as he pulled away and made his way down her neck. The way Karin relaxed into him inflated his already healthy ego, as he eased her against the bark of the tree behind her and took control. Not that she'd give him all of it, seeking his mouth with a purr that nearly had him hoisting her up and feeling for her core. There would never be a dull moment with Karin and he would spend the rest of his life keeping her sated.
They parted slowly, unwillingly. But the night was still young and they'd have to retire soon. He couldn't return her to her family in any condition less than pristine. At the thought Toushirou eyed his companion and imagined her that way, soft lips stained red with her hair tossed asunder.
The shiver of anticipation of having her in his bed had him looping an arm about her waist and pressing a possessive kiss to her neck. Shyly, Karin reached up and pressed a sweet one to his lips, smiling before she moved to a more respectable distance.
"Umm, excuse me?"
Both necks snapped towards the newcomer's voice, immediately on high-alert. This was the only problem when it came to the two of them. Their guards went down so easily that they could be caught at any moment.
At the sound of the familiar voice, Toushirou spoke first. "Please come out, my lady. Excuse us for not noticing your approach."
"Oh no, there's no need for that," the woman replied as she stepped out from the bushes. One look at her had Karin's good mood falling a few notches. "I didn't expect to come upon you in such a manner." A pause before she added hastily, "Oh, but I didn't see anything so there's nothing to worry about."
Dressed in all her finery, Lady Momo resembled a ray of light on a dark, cloudy day, sweet and refreshing. Her hair was pulled up in her traditional bun, a formal look among her people, and her silhouette revealed curves that had had the males in attendance at her beck and call. But it was her previous history with Hitsugaya that had Karin on edge, as she watched them with avid eyes.
The older woman greeted her with a pleasant smile and curtsy. "Your Highness. I'm sorry for my rudeness, for we haven't been introduced properly. I am Hinamori Momo. My family bears the seal of Tobiume from the north."
"I'm well aware of who you are, my lady. You are as beautiful as the rumors say," Karin replied in kind, nodding. She couldn't help the acerbic bite in her words, the one that had Toushirou glaring at her misconduct. But if Momo noticed she said nothing.
"Thank you, but I'm afraid I don't hold a candle to you, Your Highness. Your reputation is very impressive. I hold you in great admiration."
It stung that there was no sarcasm in her tone, no glimpse of envy or belittling that accompanied many of the other comments she received from similarly well-bred gentry. It'd been a long time since another woman saw her as an equal rather than an obstacle to overcome.
"Do you have business with me, my lady?" Hitsugaya asked, pulling Momo's gaze onto him. "I'm sure there's no other reason you could be wandering without someone else to accompany you in such questionable territory."
"You know me too well, Hitsugaya-kun." Her laughter was melodic, the closeness between them making Karin look away.
"If you'll excuse me, I'll leave you to your private matters." Pasting on a smile, she knew Toushirou would see her exit for what it was. No woman with interest would willingly leave her beau alone with another woman. It wreaked of jealousy she hated, a weak part of her that she'd never had to worry about before. Then again, she'd never been in love before either.
"Wait. Let me escort you back first," he pressed, slipping his hand into hers. For the first time, the intimacy left her cold.
"No, it's fine. Please continue." Her pride had her slinking away without another word.
Thrashing a recruit with one of the practice swords wouldn't fully relieve his frustration but it would do for now. Pushing back the fledgling soldier, he unarmed him and placed the tip against his throat.
"Your footwork was messy. You retreated too quickly so I took the offensive, which would've cost you your life under different circumstances. Be more aware of your form," Hitsugaya nodded before signaling for him to return to the benches.
When no one else volunteered for a spar, he wasn't surprised. His bad mood from three days ago had continued since Karin had refused to greet him, still sore about their interruption. Instead she made conversation with members of parliament from allied countries and entertained her suitors with a smile. Her snub had others whispering about disharmony between the two, probably smiling as they watched it all unfold. There was a reason he hated the upper class so much.
"You sure you should be training right now, Captain Hitsugaya? If you don't mind me saying so, you don't seem like you're in the right mindset for this."
"If you have a problem with me, Lieutenant Abarai, say so clearly," Toushirou warned, glaring at him as he wiped at his brow.
"I'm just not sure you're, umm, in the best mood today..."
"What he means is that you're being horribly mean to your men," Matsumoto butted in, thrusting her hands on her hips as she frowned. "And I for one couldn't agree more. Just because Karin-chan is mad at you doesn't give you the right to be mad at everyone else."
Biting back a scathing comeback, he could hear Ikkaku howling with laughter. Beside him, he was sure Yumichika was grinning as well, more polite but not by much. He had to swallow his reply when a small group entered the grounds, most likely another tour group. It was getting increasingly frustrating how so many ruling families wanted to dissect their facilities as if they could recreate the Gotei Thirteen's efficiency.
"Speak of the devil."
Even without looking, he knew exactly who Renji was talking about. Not too far off, Karin was accompanied by a mix of men and women not fit for such a violent place. And it showed on the women's faces, who watched with fearful fascination, while the men looked down their noses. The sardonic quirk of Ikkaku's lips mirrored his sentiments. A man who sat safely in his castle while war waged on around him was no one they'd respect.
When their eyes met, Toushirou saw the light fill Karin's eyes, anticipation of his training warring with her disdain. A true warrior, he thought as they approached the edges of the hollowed arena. No one could fake a look like that.
"Captain Hitsugaya, lieutenants," the guide bowed low. "I apologize for the disturbance. Please continue."
Nodding, he turned away just as Rangiku bounded towards the group. "Princess Karin, it's been too long since we've seen you in a spar."
"That's because we're finally at peace, Lieutenant. There has been no need for me there," she replied gently, a show of her breeding. But she understood what Matsumoto was implying and truthfully her body missed the feeling of a good fight. Her brother no longer humored her and even Ishida was becoming less and less of a challenge. Perhaps his courting of a certain orange-haired princess was messing with his head.
"But you would humor me this once, would you not, Your Highness? It would be a great honor for our troops to see you in action."
"Matsumoto, you're out of line," Hitsugaya hissed.
But Karin only laughed. "I'm afraid I'm not suited for a fight." She gestured at the day dress with a flimsy smile. "My partner would have a bit of a handicap on me and that doesn't seem fair."
"Do not feel like you must humor this woman, Princess. It would be a great tragedy if you got hurt because of someone else's carelessness," said the gentleman at her elbow. Classically handsome, it was obvious that he was a noble who'd never picked up a sword other than for sport and was used to having women fall for his charms. The way he hovered at Karin's side nearly had Toushirou growling, stepping forward to defend both his subordinate and her.
Not that Karin was interested in protection. "You dishonor us both, sir, if you believe that I wouldn't be anything less than humbled by Lieutenant Matsumoto's request," she replied, an icy sheen covering her eyes.
The blond faltered, hands stilling. "F-forgive me, I didn't intend to—"
"May I ask for a practice sword, Lieutenant?" Karin smiled as she jumped down onto the dirt ground.
Accepting one, she briefly made eye contact with Toushirou as she made her way to the center. And she immediately recognized the flash of lust in his gaze, remembering it from the many bouts they'd shared in secret. A bolt of heat shot through her so fast she had to look away. There was no way to miss the promise of retribution he held, for turning him away, for being jealous when she had nothing to worry about. It almost made her contrite.
"So, who will be first?" Obvious discomfort flitted across the men's faces.
"Oi, one of ya's gotta have enough guts to take on a living legend!" Madarame crooned.
"It's not beautiful to keep a lady waiting." The toss of Yumichika's hair was impatient.
And yet still no one approached, a mix of uncertainty and fear coursing through the crowd. The Shadow General had slept long but no one would deny her prowess or the aura of death that clung to her. They all knew that a sleeping tigress was far more deadly just after she'd awakened.
"I'll do it."
Karin could feel her stomach plunge with his voice, the one that whispered in her dreams of things that made her whole body quiver. She was well acquainted with the happenings between a man and a woman—she'd masqueraded as a soldier and her comrades weren't exactly discrete about their conquests—but no one treated a princess with want. Courting and subtle caresses, maybe a kiss or two, but nothing like what Hitsugaya's fingers promised. And those were just dreams. She couldn't imagine what he'd look and sound like in the midst of passion.
Or maybe I can, she mused as he stepped before her. Hair slick with sweat, those green eyes snapped in arrogant warning. He wouldn't go easy on her. It didn't matter if she hadn't picked up a blade in months or that she wasn't dressed for battle. He understood her pride better than she did.
The instant their swords clashed, she could taste the anticipation.
He came at her with a style so familiar she almost laughed with joy, meeting him strike for strike. Her skirt didn't restrict her movements but the chance of slipping was there. But it was her footwork that had helped make her so terrifying in battle, easy to misjudge because of her average height. Not even her brother could best her in that aspect.
Time was lost between their tug-of-war, neither giving the other an edge. When he stabbed she blocked, and when she came across he parried with ease. And somewhere in the middle, the animosity she came with left, replaced by old familiarity she'd missed. This was their language, one that some knew but only they understood each other so well.
They separated to catch their breaths, panting lightly but more than ready for more. Her blood was pounding in her ears as she tightened her grip. The weight was an old comfort, one that brought back memories of war-torn villages and the faceless enemies she'd been forced to slay. And yet the blade acted as an anchor, a reminder of her sacrifice and hard-earned harmony. And of him, of the man who had calmed her heart and captured her so fully she'd never be free of him no matter how hard she fought.
Lowering her weapon, Karin caught the confusion just as Toushirou relented and let his fall to the side. The desire to ran up to him, all rules of engagement forgotten, coursed through her but she stifled it with a deep inhale. One day he would be hers and no one would say otherwise, she told herself as she moved forward to shake his hand. The touch was electric between them, as dirtied fingers pressed against her clean, rough fingertips, amplified by the brush of his lips against them.
A brand, his mark of ownership in front of all these people. She wasn't sure whether to be pleased or appalled.
The sound of another's voice made the decision for her.
"Captain Hitsugaya."
And again, I'm relegated to the backdrop. Stealing her hand back, Karin hoped her face wasn't as cross as she was feeling. However, there would probably be some sympathy for her side, as Hinamori Momo once again stole her thunder. And Hitsygaya's attention, much to her chagrin.
"My lady," he greeted, watching as she joined the spectators. He stepped away from his partner. "You've come to seek me out personally. Is there something wrong?"
"I'm afraid there are some matters that require your assistance," she smiled softly, hands placed delicately at her front. The picture of femininity, she curtsied before Karin and gave her salutations to the rest. When she and Karin locked gazes, it was Momo who looked away first, flushed with some unknown emotion.
"Forgive me, it seems I'm being an inconvenience once again," she apologized, sending a repentant look to the stalwart princess. Not that it was enough to soothe the other's temper.
"No, not at all. If it has to do with the situation we discussed earlier, then I feel obligated to do what I can." Waving a hand to his men, Toushirou dismissed them before returning his attention to Karin. "I must leave now, Your Highness. Thank you for the honor of sparring with you once again. I look forward to seeing you soon."
His polite coldness brushed her in all the wrong ways. "Of course. That is, if you can find the time for it. I'm obviously not of high priority," Karin replied as she took a step back. The cavalier voice caused Hitsugaya to stiffen, as he watched her hand back her sword and join her tour group again. The growing tension in their showed how upset she was.
"You Highness…" When she ignored him, he could see Matsumoto shake her head in disappointment.
"Perhaps it would be better to discuss this another time?" Hinamori murmured, as Karin took the proffered arm of some faceless wife hunter. The sly smirk he shot Hitsugaya had Momo cringing, as the muscles in the captain's hand tightened and his knuckles blanched.
"No, it's fine. I'll deal with whatever business you need me for, my lady."
"But what about…?"
His eyes trailed after Karin, her back ramrod straight and steeled with her resentment. At this rate he'd never be able to clear up whatever misconceptions she must be harboring. Not that he could wholly blame her for them, but still, did he not warrant more of her trust? He could stand by her in war and bloody battle but nowhere else in life, it seemed.
Turning back to the newcomer, his face was resolute as he began to lead Lady Hinamori away. "If you'll forgive my bluntness, I will handle my affairs without your counsel, old friend. How my future wife and I resolve our differences will be between us alone."
"Oh my, how bold coming from you. You're usually so reserved with your affection," she commented with awe, taking the elbow he offered. Looking shy for a moment, she continued on quietly. "There was a time when I thought you'd speak so honestly about me."
To his credit Hitsugaya didn't falter, though the words did catch him off-guard. But it shouldn't have; their story was famous, after all. The beautiful, gentle noblewoman finding love with a knight of unparalleled skill, it was practically a fairy tale that the public had eagerly devoured.
However, it had been nothing but a flash romance, one borne of actual affection but not the kind that could sustain a marriage. And while it had hurt, Toushirou had ended it on his terms and her tears a few months into their courtship, before he could truly make her fall in love with him. Or so he'd thought.
At the mention of their ill-fated relationship, he managed to keep the regret off his face. "I'm sorry, my lady, but you and I both know we weren't fit for each other." Glancing down, he saw melancholy color her eyes. "And after finding Karin, I'm surer than ever of that."
"I know… I mean, I know that now. You don't have any obligation to make me feel better." Her tone was light but still he heard it, the uncertainty. "I'm happy for you. You've found someone you love more than your own life. I didn't realize it until I saw you two together, how you looked at her when you forget people are around."
His silence was acknowledgement enough. And for a moment they shared it as she processed her resignation. Because she had loved him far more than he had her. There could be no comfort from him; he wouldn't damage her pride by offering kindness that was really just well-veiled cruelty. But he supported her as they made their way back to the palace, their minds and hearts in two very different places.
"It's just a matter of time, my friends."
The masculine arrogance had Toushirou stopping from crossing the corner, laughter echoing in the cavernous halls. He recognized who uttered the sound easily, having kept tabs on all of the men who gravitated towards his lover over the last few days.
After their parting in the training area, rumors had spread that there was trouble in paradise and whatever relationship had started had just as quickly fizzled. Matriarchs clucked about how they knew the princess was merely out for a taste of adventure, something new before she settled on a true blueblood. The gossip had head hunters at her heels, handing her flutes of champagne and compliments as if they could barter for her heart.
But more worrisome than that was the fact that Karin played the game with them. Whenever a man flirted, she had a charming reply that neither encouraged nor discouraged their attention. She danced more, laughed more, acted the part of a debutante so well that she was becoming unrecognizable. And that meant she no longer sought out Toushirou's gaze, instead letting him fall to the wayside. Her jealousy had been understandable, expected even, but this passive-aggressive assault was wearing on his good graces.
He'd given her the last few days to cool down but now it was him who needed a little time. As much as he adored Karin, this couldn't be how their dynamic would change every time a piece of his past crept in and caused some discord. Pondering how he should approach her, Hitsugaya's attention focused and his defenses went up. Pressed to the wall, the boisterous voices carried.
"Are you sure it'll be that simple? You're going after one of the most elusive women in the world," one man laughed, amused.
"Not only that, there's her current suitor to worry about. If he catches wind of your plan you will not get away unscathed, my friend," another warned.
"As if there's true competition between me and that commoner," their golden-haired leader bragged and concomitantly Hitsugaya knew very well who they were talking about. And his blood boiled with the realization. "The princess has finally come to her senses and that poor excuse for a military man has found his comfort in yet another woman too good for him. But I have hope that Lady Hinamori will figure it out soon enough."
A bout of cackling erupted and it took everything Hitsugaya had to not break a few bones. But on what grounds could he defend himself? Their word would easily be taken over his and Seireitei's political place would become even more precarious, already looked down on for being a democracy rather than a monarchy. Still, he continued to listen.
"But Princess Karin hasn't spoken of the end of their courtship, has she?"
"It's only a matter of time. Why, she's probably embarrassed she fancied such a barbarian in the first place. I wouldn't put the poor thing through more shame than she's already experiencing."
The urge to kill welled at the back of Tousirou's throat. "But why her? I mean, there are a bevy of women whom you could court. Why such an... unusual choice?"
A man off to the side nodded, mouth tilting in confusion. "She is of good breeding, I'll give you that, but she's neither a great beauty nor known for many feminine talents."
"Except her ability to wield a sword and bow, and what use will those be when she warms your bed?" The crack in his composure rumbled in his ears as a second round of howling and back-slapping occurred, the small group enjoying their joke. One more word against Karin and he'd gladly give his freedom for their heads.
Catching his breath, the would-be lothario answered honestly. "Her connections and wealth are nothing to ignore and she will bear strong male heirs. What other use do I have for a woman like her?"
"And when her belly is full, what will you do then? Any appeal she might harbor will disappear quickly, even with her family's support behind you."
"What do you all take me for, an idiot? A mistress or two will certainly be at my beckon," he chided with a knowing smile.
"And what if your wife doesn't agree with your choice of paramours?" a friend asked dubiously. And well he should. The Kurosaki family was known for its belief in romances over conventional arranged marriages, and their furious tempers were just as famous.
Chuckling darkly, the man's obvious disinterest shone along with his true colors. "Any woman, even an untamed hellion like this one, will obey her husband. Especially if she becomes well acquainted enough with the back of his hand."
Less than a breath later, Hitsugaya was at the man's neck before he could utter another sound, his forearm crushing the other's trachea as the other sputtered for air. Hands grabbed at him, yelling and cursing as they tried to tear him off his victim. But Toushirou wasn't given the title of captain in the world's most feared army merely for show, and he proved it by pushing them off while keeping the noble pinned.
His voice was low with warning. "You listen to me well if you want to keep your life," Hitsugaya ground out through his teeth, telling himself to not complete occlude the delicate airway. "You will apologize for what you said just now and swear on your life that you will stay away from my fiancée from this moment on."
"Sh-she is not yours, peasant… You have made no promise to her, nor have you approached her father…" The pathetic whimper he let out was satisfying, as a dark glower raced across Toushirou's face.
"And neither will you if I have my way. But rest assured that I have taken care of that little problem and if the lady will have me, I will make sure there will be no more room for confusion." Stepping back, he watched the other crumple to the floor, coughing and clutching his neck as a few of his subordinates came to his aid.
"If you wish to see your future heirs, my lord, you would do well to heed my word. You see, I will not compromise when it comes to the woman who will be my wife. From here on, you will never again look upon or speak to Karin without good reason, and you will apologize to me now. Do you understand, my lord?" The note of mocking on his title didn't go unnoticed.
At the glare of hatred on the other's face, Hitsugaya's hand came to rest on Hyourinmaru threateningly. There would be no hesitation on his part. Protecting Karin's honor meant far more than his position and hard-wrought reputation, and he would gladly end a man to satisfy that duty.
But today would not be that day. As the man stumbled over an insincere appeal, Toushirou stepped away from the retreating group to gather himself. It was time to call upon Karakura's former ruler and it was not a meeting he looked forward to. He wondered if his old friend would be kinder to him, their history spanning back to when he was nothing but a child.
However he waived the idea immediately, as he made his way to the Kurosaki's quarters. The little affection the old man had for him would not outweigh the insurmountable love he had for his daughter. But Toushirou understood that feeling well for he too would not give up his lover, not even to her father.
To her surprise, Goat Chin had called her to his makeshift office that night. With the conference ending within the next few days she had thought he'd be too busy for her. But it seemed that there was something important he needed to discuss.
I hope nothing terrible has happened, she thought as she stood in front of his door. She gave a soft knock before a deep baritone called her in.
Closing the door behind her, Kurosaki Isshin was seated in a large, leather chair, trapped behind a desk that easily dwarfed the one he used at home. Seireitei had no qualms about providing for its illustrious guests, as evidenced by the feather-soft curtains and ordained rugs. Far too expensive even for an illustrious country like theirs, she noted as she took a seat.
Unlike his usual fanfare, her father went straight to the point. "Captain Hitsugaya has come to me to ask for a proper engagement between the two of you."
Breath catching, Karin fought to remain untouched. "I see. But he's discussed none of those intentions with me."
"But he has with me, and if I'm right I believe you want me to agree to it." The crow's feet at the edges of his eyes softened, understanding lighting his aged but handsome face. His little girl had become too good at denying herself and he knew that she would fight him for no other reason than to save face.
"Should he not ask me for my opinion first? High-handed creature had to go behind my back…" Her words fell into a discomfited grumble, as she crossed her arms defensively.
But Isshin was not the least bit fooled. "Perhaps he would have if you hadn't been parading around and trying to make him jealous."
"I was not!" The flush of red was either self-righteousness or embarrassment. He had a good guess as to which one it was.
"My dear, I have never seen you take to this frivolous lifestyle so well until just a few days ago." Moving out from behind the desk, he came to sit before her and rest a gentle hand on her knee. "You and I both know you have no interest in these fools or their extravagance. You're merely acting out because you believe that there is something going on between Captain Hitsugaya and Lady Hinamori. Am I correct?"
"Did that pompous man tell you that?"
"No, not a pompous man, but an old friend." He saw how Karin perked up, bewildered by the news. Of course it'd been a long time since the one-time squire left Karakura to expand his horizons and become a man of influence. That he was asking for his daughter's hand nearly twenty years later was somehow fitting.
"I knew Toushirou when he was a boy, and even then I knew he held great potential n that tiny, hostile form. So great that I encouraged him to find his place in the world, even if it meant leaving our humble home," he spoke fondly, recalling the precocious child with a stubborn streak and unbeatable work ethic. "And now it looks as if he's come full circle because he has found it, and you."
Hesitantly, she examined her father with care. "So… you trust him?"
"With my life. And yours, of course. I wouldn't give away my precious daughter to anyone who couldn't keep her safe and well." He patted her head just as Karin gave him a soft smile in return and his heart swelled. "Nor would I sic you on a man that wouldn't be able to handle you."
"Goat Chin…" she fumed, half-playful as she batted his hand away.
Laughing, Isshin pressed a fatherly peck to her hair and scooted her off. "Go, find your betrothed and deliver the good news. Ask him why he's communicating with Lady Hinamori and he will ease your worries. It's the least that you owe him."
As Karin nodded with a small smile, a part of him hated to watch her go. But that was the patriarch in him, the part that thought he'd never see the day his children would leave him behind. It was coming faster than he anticipated, he mourned, falling back into his chair with a disheartened sigh.
It'd been two days since his talk with Isshin and with the closing ceremonies approaching, Toushirou was at a loss. Karin hadn't come to see him, despite making his intentions clear. She'd been decidedly absent from the functions as well, and Ichigo refused to help him. He didn't want her to leave and everything between them would remain unsolved.
I should've talked to her sooner, he chastised himself, gripping his hair. But he'd been mad and immature, tired of being the only one anxious. And yet it seemed like he was the only one who cared about their future at all…
The sudden knock at the door was a welcome distraction. "Come in." Not looking up from the papers, Hitsugaya did his best to look like he was concentrating.
"What a wonderful greeting for your fiancée."
His neck moved so fast he was sure he'd broken something. "Your Highness," Toushirou greeted hastily. Standing up, his bow was clumsy enough to make her laugh softly into her hand. But instead of being upset, all Hitsugaya could do was smile at the gesture. It'd been so long since she'd last looked at him so warmly.
And then her words sunk in.
"Karin…" Eyes wide, he walked to stand in front of her, taking in her svelte form wrapped in green satin. The first time he got to see her as his partner and the thought pleased him far more than it should have.
"What, Captain Hitsugaya? Already regretting your proposal?" she winked, tucking her arms behind her in faux innocence. Her eyes sparkled as his arms came around her, familiar and long missed.
"I don't regret the choices I make myself, and certainly not this one." Nuzzling her hair, Toushirou relaxed into the fresh smell of spring and wondered how he'd stayed away so long. They'd wasted far too much time fighting when they should've been celebrating. Their union was a long time coming, even longer if wedding plans and traditions had their say.
But Toushirou wouldn't be bothered by that, as he dipped down and kissed his soon-to-be wife with all the regret he'd accumulated over the past week and a half. Slow at first, to savor her flavor and the way her body bowed into him with a sigh. Strong hands clutched at his shirt, one at the collar and the other at the back, and he couldn't help but think it was too confining all of a sudden. His clothes, this room, this castle. And he would do anything to have her all to himself and her skin touching his.
One day soon. There was no need to rush. And yet Hitsugaya could feel the urgency in him growing, fanned by the Karin's soft pants as she tiptoed and tasted him more fully. Intentionally she pressed her hips to his, pleased with what she found hitting her lower belly. The gasp he made forced him to tear his mouth away, as his lover ground into him, a pretty smile ghosting across her face. And then she was pulling him towards the edge of his desk, propping herself on it with mischief dancing in her eyes.
The invitation wasn't lost on him as Toushirou sank into her arms, his mouth finding the junction of her neck. She mewled at the attention, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders and baring herself to the gentle assault against her skin. All the while Karin could feel his hands on sliding up her skirt, running over soft skin and old scars that almost made her embarrassed. However, it disappeared quickly as he traveled up those long, long legs and stroked the muscles of her thighs, gripping them so he could wrap her completely around him.
Their foreplay was kind, explorative. He could tell how green she was from the way her body jolted with awareness wherever he touched her, her tortured pleas so honest that he had to tell himself not to divest their clothing and have his way with her. That wasn't what Karin needed, much less deserved. A large, soft bed with warm sheets and his utmost attention, that was what he would give her. Their wedding night would be a tribute to the passion she harbored, and he would gratify her well until the morning light.
It would be a hard one to keep though, as he ran a hand to the curve of her bottom and the other to the peak of her breast. Karin breathed hard against his mouth, her tongue tangling with his as she opened herself up to him. He had no doubt she would bare herself right that moment if he asked and that humbled him greatly, as he sought her strength with his lips, tearing it away with each groan they shared between them.
He almost regretted that his willpower was far stronger than hers, as Toushirou turned his mouth from her welcoming kisses and pressed it to her shoulder instead. He could feel her body heave with effort as she tangled her fingers in his hair, as if cajoling him back to her warmth. And it would take little seduction to get him there if he didn't remove himself soon.
"Karin, we must wait until our nuptials before we go any further," Hitsugaya explained, easing her legs from his hips with reluctance.
The pout she put on was a reflection of his turmoil. "But why?"
"I can think of two very large, scary male reasons why I think your maidenhood should stay intact for the time being."
"You're scared of my brother and father?" she scoffed incredulously, "You shouldn't fear either of them. Only on the outside do they appear frightening."
"Perhaps to you, but any man that has dared approach you or your sister can testify otherwise."
"Did they threaten you? I'll have to speak with them then…" Karin frowned. Her family was the kind to poke their noses where they weren't wanted.
"I have no need to hide behind your skirts, Karin." Taking a step away from her, Hitsugaya's lips quirked up at one side. "But getting beneath them is an idea I'm all for."
"You're the one who stopped." The whine was off-put by the shy grin she shot him, as she righted her dress and stood up. A trip to her bedroom would be in order after this, hopefully without anyone seeing her in such disarray.
"Yes, because one of us had to or else we'd be having this wedding much sooner than planned," he half-joked. He combed a hand through her locks, tempted to pull her close again. Perhaps it was a good thing she was leaving soon because he needed to get a handle on his once-famous restraint. "Besides telling me the wonderful news of your acceptance, is there any other reason you came to torture me?"
The way she stilled had him on alert, as he untangled his fingers and locked eyes with her. Immediately he didn't like the shade that settled over her. "What is it? Did something happen?"
"Why are you always with Lady Hinamori?" Karin cringed at the sound of her own weakness. She settled into an upholstered chair to choose her words more carefully. "I can't help but wonder sometimes… Are you truly not in love with her, or are you settling for me?"
"Karin…"
"Because I would understand, you know," she rambled, afraid to hear his answer. "She's beautiful, far more beautiful than me, and she's kind and loved by many. No one would think to compare us, even with my higher status. And you both look so well matched and what everyone says—"
"I don't give a damn what anyone else says," Hitsugaya interrupted, blue eyes flickering like fire. Pressing his hands into the arms of her chair, he tilted his head to get a better look at her. "Karin, I chose you long, long ago. The moment you saved me in the woods was the day that everything changed. And I have thought of no one but you since then."
Shocked, her lips fell into a small 'o' while her eyes wavered. "Lady Hinamori came to me because her father is seeking consult on his army. He wishes to develop it and was looking into devising new training regimens and recruitment outlines. After Aizen, I believed it was a sound call and agreed to critique his ideas as needed.
"But I have not entertained any illusions about Lady Hinamori other than friendship. She was good to me then, and she is still a worthwhile companion. With time I think even you may like her, and she you."
The silence allowed the dust to finally fall, her comprehension dawning as his sternness left no room for misinterpretation. And for a moment Karin was ashamed she could think Toushirou was capable of foul play. He was a miserably honorable man, the kind that would do whatever was asked of him and give nothing less than everything.
He was exactly the man she thought he was, and she was desperately in love with him.
"When shall we have the wedding?" Karin changed the subject abruptly, a wide beam spreading as she looped her arms around his neck and press a kiss to his lips. Ink irises seemed to glow, like light through a prism. "Or shall we cause a scandal and elope right this moment?"
Chuckling, he pressed his lips to her hairline, taking her in with all of his senses. It was only a matter of time until he was intoxicated. "We will wed soon enough, I promise. I cannot guarantee you'll remain chaste if we draw out the engagement."
When Karin reached for him again and kissed him soundly, Toushirou was only too sure the days she would keep her name were numbered.
THE END?
AN: So... How was it? :D I'm quite proud of this, to be honest. I really do love this AU. Something very classic about it and once I found the inspiration, I couldn't stop. Haha.
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Thanks for reading, everybody! Until next time~