I DO NOT OWN BLEACH
Hey guys!
I've written this before I got any reviews for the last chapter so I have no idea what people think. Any ways, this chapter should be released alongside the previous one which I hope you all enjoyed! These next few chapters should be lax and calm, then when it hits chapter fifteen...shits gonna go down! So hopefully you'll be reading this soon enough, I really want to release these!
So basically the next few chapters are gonna be the last bits of calm and chill for the rebels for a long while! They'll be facing pretty horrible amounts of enemies soon enough so hopefully that goes well. Also noted that Insanity-plus favored by story, he's one of my favourite authors! I really didn't think people would like this, but this is crazy! With all the blood, sex and death I thought people would be like "Pfft" but people enjoy blood and gore!
Any ways, I'm also working on an idea for a new story I'll put up around November/December which I hope people enjoy. It'll be a Modern AU fic, where it just tells us about Ichigo/Rukia and how they grow up, with the tomboyish, hot headed Rukia reluctantly becomes Cold and all Kuchiki, while the good-natured Ichigo gets mixed in with the wrong crowd and does some pretty questionable things. It probably won't contain much guns and Ichigo won't be pure hardcore killer like in this story, probably because I can't write good gunfire! That and...well I don't want to continue fics in which Ichigo is either a killer or a rebel (Another fic idea that I may or not do, probably a long while later) So I wish to expand my writing skills before doing any more killing stuff. (Maybe a normal Bleach fic as in the actual bleach universe? I'd do that but with the manga going on as it is, with Byakuya possibly being dead and Yamamoto's fight, I don't know who'll live and survive)
So, let's go on!
P.S, I edited this chapter so it may appear as a new release, sorry about that.
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In the deceased Ganju's temple, a while after the forest ordeal; the Rebels celebrated their recent victories with much enthusiasm and less grace. The gladiatrices including the unofficial ones (Such as Rukia, Tatsuki, Riruka, Jackie and Orihime) laughed, bantering and in a very un-boyish way gossiped which was mostly the more feminine ones such as Orihime, Loly, Menoly, Riruka and Sung-Sun. Although Rukia and Neliel also (But barely) partook in the juicy conversation, Halibel excluded herself from such a thing and ignored what tales that were spread. They sat in a circle, either with their legs crossed, kneeling or standing at the far left of the training square of the temple, beside the large wooden stand that was two-to-three metres tall, which was pressed firmly against the six metre wall which surrounded the temple, the only entrance was a eight metre tall wooden gate. Inside the temple, Grimmjow leaned against a wall with many thoughts brewing in his mind. Mostly about women, which he rarely thought of unless in a quiet moment. Orihime had been avoiding him, which he found annoying. Not so much that he harboured feelings for her, rather than his bruised ego. What, did Uryu carry a bigger package or what?! He scowled and sighed, maybe breaking up with Soi-fon so casually and quickly was a foolish endeavour...
Ichigo sat behind a stone desk with a map on the desk. It had a large circle around their position, with 'X's on the places they had attacked with arrows pointing to their next targets. Arrows pointed to the cities of Inuzuri, Zaraki and other towns around the Rukongai area, five of them were to be transformed into slave-trading cities which sacking would boost their group into a vast number, but they needed at least a thousand men to do such a thing. Ichigo already knew how he would gain such a force, which the rebels had been wondering about for a while. Renji lazed about, laying on resting chair while Kugo nibbled on grapes as he sat on a stone chair. Ichigo rose an eyebrow as he looked to the map, his finger tracing different routes that Ikkaku had highlighted, the said man was now in his chambers with Yumichika, no doubt comforting the effeminate rebel. "If we move around-"
"Fuck work" Renji yawned "We have been absent trouble for a while now, get that serious furrowed brow of your face and sip some wine" The red-haired man suggested. Ichigo sighed, agreeing silently before standing and shrugging casually, the other rebels looking towards him.
"I suppose it is fair" Ichigo mused as he took two steps down the small staircase, which was at least eight or ten steps big. He rested on the third one from the top and looked to his men questionably. "Well? Fetch me some fucking wine"
"I thought we gave up being slaves" Kugo scoffed as he remained put. Ichigo smirked as Renji tossed him a leather canteen filled with the intoxicating red liquid. He pulled the leather cap, unplugging the wooden cork before taking a gulp. He swallowed the liquid and shook his head fiercely as the wines taste got the better of him. After a few moments, he was surrounded by the former champions, notable gladiators and Doctores of the house of Urahara. A.K.A Kuruyashiki, Kiganjo, Zaraki, Kensei, Kugo, Grimmjow and Renji. Stark stood as well, once standing a champion himself. He grinned at his brothers and asked the seven men;
"So, how did you all gain your fame and/or title?" He asked. He looked to Kuruyashiki first of all. "So...?" He asked. Kuruyashiki was a man of fourty-two years of age.
"Well...I merely killed the former champion" Kuruyashiki shrugged.
Kiganjo piped in next "I became champion when he became Doctore" The lazy rebel chuckled as he elbowed Kuruyashiki playfully. "I was defeated by Azashiro, who became champion and then I became one of his aids, training the gladiators in the art of combat. Azashiro become the official Doctore"
Ichigo looked to Zaraki "So? How did the great Zaraki become such a man?"
Zaraki sucked in a breath as he leaned his head against a stone column "Azashiro and those two gained their freedom and since I was the most famous and revered gladiator behind them, Urahara had decided I become the Doctore, this is when Kensei stepped up"
Kensei frowned, his scowl ever so angry. "I won my freedom then returned"
"Why?" Ichigo asked.
Kensei shrugged and began speaking his memory...
A young, twenty-five year old Kensei wandered the streets of Rukongai alone. He entered bars and pubs alone, he lived alone and he slept alone. He sighed as he once again sat down beside a young, lively dog which quickly escaped his breathing space as it was intimated by his serious frown. Kensei sighed, resting his mouth on his palms.
Outside of the walls of Urahara, he had nothing. He had no family, no wife, no children, no friends and no home. He slept in brothels or inns for a night or so, before being kicked out. He ran out of coin vastly, knowing no other way of earning coin other than slavery.
Inside the walls, he had all he needed. His brothers, people loyal and close to him, people he would die for. Ever since he was enslaved, his brothers...they were the only thing he had, the only thing that gave his existence worth living.
Kensei finished the story, albeit a more serious, less caring ending that went along the lines of "I did not wish to see the house of Urahara turn to shit without me" But the rebels knew what he was saying. Kensei lived his life for his brothers, plain and simple.
"After I returned, Kugo was the new man in the Ludus, young and strong. We fought in the arena during the fire festival and he defeated me barely, this scar being his testimony to his victory" Kensei explained, pointing to a large scar across his side. Kugo chuckled and added;
"The only reason I was victor was due to your training"
Kensei smirked and Ichigo laughed "And you Grimmjow?"
Grimmjow looked down and his memory searched for the day, which was found within seconds. "Kugo was defeated, his wounds being too grievous so I took charge, simple"
Ichigo scoffed "Your tales are all boring compared to mine!" he laughed "I bested such enemies like Nnoitra, Ulquiorra and Kokuto, defeating them valiantly as I gained my fame!" He boasted "A few of my victims stand around me" He smirked, his eyes drifting to Kugo, Grimmjow and Stark. "I remember Ulquiorra's jaw falling to the floor as if it was yesterday...so Stark, how did the mighty Pirate captain become such a star?" He slurred, the wine taking hold of him. Stark chuckled as he scratched his scalp.
"I simply never lost"
"A good strategy" Ichigo saluted "One I also favoured!" he laughed. Ichigo slowly attempted to sober up in caution not to make bigger fool of himself. As the drunk man slowly sobered, the rebels began to get raunchier. With the heat rising and the night approaching, the now sober Ichigo's eyes scurried the room. He caught Grimmjow resting his head and back against a wall, his feet draped put across the floor. A couple caught his eye, the man resting against a wall while the woman straddled him, while she wore a dress Ichigo knew what they were doing despite their still motion. A more lively couple publicly began on on of the leather chairs, the male laying flat out as the woman rolled her hips, their lips entangled.
In another room, Riruka was quickly thrown against a wall as the now hungry Kugo entangled his tongue with hers. His mouth moved to her neck as the red-haired woman moaned out, biting her lip before Kugo stopped as he hung his head in shame. "Apologies" Kugo sighed "I lose myself in the moment...I forgot-"
"No" Riruka smiled "It is I who have been lost...and your touch that guides me home" She smiled. Riruka slipped out of her dress, the fabric hitting the floor with a light peck. Her milky, modest breasts were revealed to him as Kugo slipped out of his loin cloth, before he hooked his arm with her leg, bringing it across his waist as he slipped into his room...
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The Seireiteians stood in the middle of Urahara's villa, their slaves attending them silently and feebly, daring not to speak as their mood was now fierce. Aizen looked to Sojun, the man having a bad wound on his torso. Aizen growled, cursing Ichigo's name for harming his friend before looking to Sojun again, re-asking the question he asked at least four times now. "Ichigo alone slaughtered twenty men?! His small group of ten slaves decimated at least fifty?!" He asked. Sojun nodded, once again looking to his wound to once again show evidence to Aizen. Toshiro shook his head in annoyance as Karin stood, baffled.
"Ichigo...he's more than common man" Toshiro sighed.
Sojun nodded "That is not all" The Tribune explained "There was a woman with him...dark of hair, a butterfly upon the back of her shoulder, small of stature yet fierce" Sojun explained "A single strand crossing her face. Reports say she is Ichigo's lover, she killed ten or more men"
Yoruichi's eyes widened with the revelation and she gasped "R-Rukia?!" Yoruichi asked, Sojun nodded as did Gin and the dark-skinned woman did a double-take. The shy, polite Rukia defeating Republican legionnaire's in combat? Yoruichi had known the girl all her life and did things she regretted with the girl, perhaps acting worse than she should have...but Rukia killing? It seemed foreign to the tongue.
"Rukia?" Aizen asked. "The same woman who ignited such rebellion and was the cause for the attack upon the mines?" The Praetor frowned. "Such a delicate flower now turned to weed...interesting" he laughed "From what I here, she led the attack upon the arena, making quite a name for herself is she not?"
"Lover as partners?" Sojun frowned "Usually does not work"
Yoruichi frowned "They are something different entirely" Yoruichi added. "They have been with one another six years now, they are each others hearts... a bond I doubt would be destroyed by petty quarrel and disagreements" The Domina explained. Aizen rose an eyebrow and rolled his eyes.
"Tales of fluttering hearts" He scoffed.
Yuzu scowled at Aizen, folding her arms while keeping on an innocent façade. In truth, she was moved by the stories she had been hearing of her brother and...dare she say it sister? Yuzu had no clue why, but she was wondered what it would be like, joining the rebellion and meeting this 'Rukia' Apparently Orihime and Tatsuki were there too! They were her and Karin's role models when they were children, were they so different now?
Sosuke continued making plans, forcing Sojun to send word back to Seireitei of their 'Upcoming triumph' as well as to send reinforcements. By the morrow, Aizen alongside Toshiro would have a freshly stocked army of five-thousand men. The current soldiers now being pulled out due to their hard work. Due to Ichigo's constant attacks, Aizen and Toshiro were swiftly losing numbers. Their army of five-thousand went down to thirty-five hundred within the past few months. Within the while, they would find were Ichigo was hiding and deliver their justice upon the slaves. Five-thousand men would be enough to slaughter fifty slaves right?
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As the less than stoic leader of the 'Doomed rebellion' watched over his men, either drunk, sleeping, sleeping drunkly, resting or fucking, he felt a hand tightened around his wrist. It was Rukia, he could tell by her...touch. He turned to see her, wearing a common ragged nightie (A see-through dress that covered her breasts, going like a 'V' before the two ends met each other behind the neck, the rest kept going down to her mid-high hips) The nightie was covered by a ragged red dress, her 'Gladiatrice attire' ruined in the forest. Rukia would now normally wear a ragged red dress, similar to her old slave one, with a light brown thin leather strap going across the torso diagonally with another strap going across diagonally in the other direction, the inch-wide leather growing into three inches wide around the shoulder/collar-bone area before getting thinner around the shoulder blade. She had leather sandals on, with an inch-tall belt around her waist which was connected to her two-chest straps, the belt carrying her sword. Ichigo preferred it so, despite Rukia's annoyance. When they grew into a higher, stronger force she would most likely wear a battle dress or cuirass like himself, so an attachment two pieces of cloth would hold her back.
"The night turns dark" Rukia spoke, before her smile turned coy "And our bed cold" She spoke amused "We have not partaken in passionate embrace in a while, not since the day we attacked the execution stand" She sighed "That was a wonderful day" Rukia reminded.
Ichigo chuckled "I will be there shortly" He smiled. Rukia rose an eyebrow at the acts partaking in the temple. Ichigo met her gaze and she asked.
"Is it me or is the night something from a fever dream?" She laughed "Perhaps a passionate atmosphere?" She mused "I even saw Kugo and Riruka slipping into his room engaged in lustful embrace, with an undertone of affection"
"Long overdue" Ichigo added as he bit into an apple. Rukia frowned and sighed.
"I'd rather your mouth put to better use than biting an apple" She spoke, resting her elbows on a nearby table "You have been very tense lately, I have seen scented oils being unused...how about I give our esteemed leader a massage?" Rukia smiled "Then he can return the favour in kind...before we both give another gifts and favours" She giggled. Ichigo chuckled and slipped an arm around her waist.
"I would not have one of the rebellion's leaders unhappy and in need of pleasure" Ichigo smirked as he drifted his hand down towards her thigh, he slowly slipped her into an secluded hallway, the web between his index finger and thumb grazing against her slit. Rukia bit her lip as she felt herself moisten, moaning slowly as his first two finger tips slowly trace themselves at her wetting form, before he slowly massaged her lower lips. His fingers entered his and pumped, wiggled and stretched in an orgasmic fashion. As she climaxed, her juices running across his fingers, leaking down her thigh and dripping lightly upon the stone floor, Ichigo grinned huskily "Grab the oils" he ordered, running happily into his room. Rukia growled as he heard the bed squeak, he must have belly-flopped upon the poor thing.
She found the oils, moving into the room and her eyes meeting her lovers hungrily as she slowly moved to him. She slipped out of her dress before locking the door tightly, no-one would interrupt them tonight. Ichigo was already naked, his manhood standing with attention as her naked form hovered beside his. Rukia manoeuvred behind her orange-haired God, the oil soaked into her palms as she rubbed his shoulders delicately. Ichigo swallowed his pride and moaned slowly as he enjoyed the massage, her hands moved downwards as she rested her chin on his shoulder, the oil grazing against his lower back before reaching his stone-hard butt, Rukia took more pleasure than Ichigo as she moistened her thighs even more as she squeezed his posterior, the oil making it even better as she nibbled at his neck. Her hands roamed his thighs, the oil making the journey far the more better before rubbing his torso, his moist muscles and abs now even more better as she tried to squeeze, but the stone-hard sculpture that was his body didn't cooperate. She found it amusing really, that she loved him stone-hard while he loved her soft and...well squishy? She doubted he wanted stone hard breasts and a rock-solid hard cunt.
Rukia's two hands moved downwards, her right hand tightening around his shaft while her left hand cupped and massaged what was beneath them. Ichigo moaned into her ear as she grinded her inner hips into his, feeling her juices soak his skin as well as the oil. She pumped him at a slow and steady pace, the oil making it the more better as it aided her in more ways than she could imagine. As her hands were put to work, Ichigo's mouth battled with Rukia's, his tongue duelling with hers as they fought ferociously, their saliva mixing. Rukia eventually came out victorious, as Ichigo stopped fighting in favour of a groan as she pumped harder, forcing him to shoot out his juices with a loud grunt. Ichigo's breath shook his he looked at her, lust taking over as he clawed for the oil.
Rukia closed her eyes slowly as the warm, flowery scented massaging oil reached her back, his hands roaming downward. He massaged her lower-back, then her shoulders slowly as passion overtook him. His hands slowly squeezed her butt, forcing Rukia to give a soft yelp as he hovered behind her. His hands massaged her lower area before throwing her onto her back, his form moving in between her legs. Ichigo's hands roamed her thighs, covering the skin with the scented oil, the only non-dry bits stained with Rukia's inner fluids. The orange-haired lover's hands drifted to her tummy, rubbing it softly as Rukia's legs shook slowly, her breath shuddering. His hands covered her breasts, pinching her nipples as he covered the soft, beautiful mounds of flesh with the scented liquid, forcing the raven-haired rebel to moan out in awe as her toes curled, his hands working their magic. He moved downwards once more, his large hands rubbing against her soaked womanhood before moving down her surprisingly long legs, she almost burst out into laughter as they reached her feet, with Ichigo defending himself growling "Their just so cute!" She moaned out as he massaged her 'Cute' feet, his thumb pressing into her soles, grinding against her heel and just massaging fantastically
As he finished his massage, Rukia had straddled his face, facing other direction as his tongue delved into her, her own hands groping her own breasts as she lightly panted in pleasure. "Just like that..." She would occasionally murmur in a gratified tone. She slowly lifted her hips and pushed them down into his tongue as it just fit right in her, swirling around inside her on an expedition to find her orgasm, it was currently on the correct path. She grinned as she felt his index finger ease inside her ass, the oil being a good lubricant as he carefully moved around, while his other hand gripped her butt cheek, firmly squeezing in a manner she loved. As all her 'hot-spots' were being attended to, Rukia decided not to hold it in any further and succumbed to her own pleasure, crying out as her orgasm crashed against her, the juices flowing out like a dam being destroyed. Her eyes slammed shut and her teeth grinded as he yelped out, feeling the his tongue plop out of her. She slowly pushed forward, not even allowing Ichigo to stand.
Rukia rested her palms on Ichigo's knees, lifting her hips and gripping his member, lowering herself upon it. Ichigo moaned as he gripped her hips, his eyes feasting on the sight of her behind, Rukia's face looking the other way. Her hips rolled and gyrated, his member stirring inside of her as she gripped his knees and pushed, then pulled, lifted, then slammed. She leaned forward and pressed her palms on the bed, her hand slapping against her butt as she looked to Ichigo, his eyes slanted in euphoria as his animalistic growls echoed throughout the room. Rukia's feminine yelps and squeals filled his ears, Rukia leaned upward and her fingers tightened around her ass as she slammed herself down upon his pulsing shaft, squealing out in delight as his head pushed against the back of her hot, wet tunnel. Her walls tightened around him and she climaxed once more, the juices running down him and covering both their lower regions. Rukia must have repeated the word "Fuck!" at least one-hundred times during that fiasco, before screaming out.
The leader grunted as he also climaxed, his teeth gritting as they both looked at one another. Pulling Rukia back, she placed both her palms at either side of him as the back of her head pressed against her forehead. After a few moments, he began again. Ichigo's hands gripped her hands as he slid into her, his pace quickening with each second and before she knew it, she was crying out it euphoria as he crashed into her, his shaft colliding with the spot it loved to collide with. Rukia felt Ichigo hook her knees with his elbows and lifted her legs up in a very lewd position as his hips slapped into hers, Rukia's eyes rolled into the back of her head, intoxicated by lust and desire as he shoved inside her with a crazed infatuation, the subject being her hot, moist core. As she climaxed against, Ichigo rolled her over. Rukia stretched her arms out, one hand out far, her palm touching the bed well her over was leaning on her forearm. Ichigo was behind her, one leg kneeling while the other resting on the sole of his foot.
He pounded into her, his hips crashing against hers as she screamed through gritted teeth, muttering words of gratitude and awe. As she once again climaxed, he did so again and once again she was flipped over, her back resting against the now soaked bed. The back of her knee resting on his shoulder as the other hooked around his waist. His arm gripped her thigh and hips and he drilled into her wildly. Rukia felt drowsy after so much orgasms, now reaching another. Ichigo's hips became slower and drowsier as well. After one more equal climax, he fell upon her chest. Rukia was shaking, the session being so fantastic. Ichigo panted, his breath wheezing. But he managed to mutter out.
"You guide me through these dark times" He said. Rukia looked to him, both their hairs caked to their foreheads. She rose an eyebrow and he laughed "I just fucking love you" He laughed, Rukia smiled and was pleasantly surprised as he fell into slumber, his head upon her breast. Ichigo knew that despite he was the dominant one, whether it in the bedroom or the battlefield...Rukia would always have command over him. It was hard to explain how...but she just did. She knew his emotions better than any body, she knew him better than any body.
They both fell asleep, dreams overtaking them. Rukia slept with a grin on her face, she finally made Ichigo pass out! Albeit she drifted off two minutes later.
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Rukongai buzzed with the latest religion going about. In the centre of the town, thirty men and women stood, being led by an odd little man with cropped hair. He had a sword at his hip and he bellowed to the crowd "People of Rukongai! Do not waver, all of you shall be saved by the glorious beacon of light that is our God! Praise him! Praise him!" He testified. The onlookers cackled, muttering something about crazy religions and the man scowled.
"I am Kirge Opie, the prophet of our God, Vollstandig! The holy god of light and redemption, the overseer of purging and the lord of forgiveness! Join us and you will be spared!" He grinned. Suddenly, a squad of city guards appeared.
"Take your crazy fucking religion somewhere else, there is no such thing as Vollstandig, now piss of before I crack open your skull!" The city-guard commander threatened. Kirge was not fazed and he merely scoffed.
"Please, blasphemer! I will not be intimidated! Your years of oppression will soon end and you will face the judgement of our God, Vollstandig! If you are worthy, he will embrace you as son...but if you are not, he will throw you down into the underworld, facing the fiery hell of the punisher, Vollstandig's darker brother...Letz!"
The commander cackled "Religious zealots? This'll be good"
As he was about to crash his blade across Kirge's throat, the prophet quickly unsheathed his blade and crashed the flat surface across his cheek, as if a slap before kicking him away. "You will speak to me with much more respect from now on" Kirge frowned "Vollstandig may forgive, but I am not as holy and gracious as him, I may hold a grudge"
The city guard commander was about to attack once more, but he ran into the edge of Kirge's blade before the tip slashed into his back violently. "My dear! Praetor Aizen must have been a fool to promote such a weakling into his ranks!"
The city guard, at least forty of them quickly charged towards the zealots and engaged in a large battle. The zealots held their own, but were quickly being cut down. As ten of the zealots were killed, Kirge cursed as he was forced to retreat. The zealots fell back into the alleyways, but were quickly surrounded by guards. Kirge was shaking, but he held his own. "Brothers and sisters! Today we die in the glorious name of-"
"Shut up!" A hooded figure cursed "I never believed in any God's, now I know why! Your the reason nobody likes the Religion you crazed, fanatical freak!" The figure roared. Kirge did a double take and scowled.
"Oh? Another 'I'm-better-and-smarter-than-you undertone with a boring insult? Your the reason nobody likes pagans" Kirge retorted. The figure whipped his hood down, revealing a bald head which Kirge cackled at "Nice hair, oh my mistake-"
"Enough of this!" Another hooded man spoke, he pulled his hood down to reveal an effeminate face. Kirge grinned and bellowed.
"Ah! A boylover! Do not despair, the lord Vollstandig accepts all sexualities even if it's-"
Ikkaku slapped a hand over his mouth and scowled. "You want to practise your annoying religion without the Republicans on your back?" Ikkaku demanded. Kirge nodded "Are you willing to fight and die for that right?!" Kirge once again nodded. Ikkaku grinned "Well then, you should follow me!"
Kirge nodded once more and they quickly turned to the guards surrounding them. Ikkaku made a bird-like calling noise and quickly, six more figures appeared from the rooftops. Leaping off the small buildings and beside them. Kirge turned to a red-cloaked and hooded figure with an arrogant stare "Who are you?"
"Ichigo, leader of our little band of misfits. Who may you be?" The orange-haired man grinned. Kirge smiled oddly, his teeth a tad crooked before giving his answer.
"Kirge Opie, leader of the followers of Vollstandig!" He bellowed "I am here to fight for my God, as long as you don't engage in blasphemous activities and such, I am happy to join your cause!" He declared. Ichigo rose an eyebrow and frowned.
"I do not believe you have much of a decision" Ichigo frowned.
"I always have a decision. The great Vollstandig grants it!" Kirge retorted. Grimmjow growled and looked to Kirge with eyes as wide as dinner plates.
"You must be faking this, no-one could be this crazed-"
Kirge slapped him, shocking everyone. "I warned you about blasphemy!" Kirge threatened. Grimmjow looked at Kirge incredulously as if he was unaware of what just occurred. He turned to Ichigo as if a kid to a parent, awaiting a response for the zealots answer, but the leader rose an eyebrow and shrugged his shoulders in response, muttering the words...
"He did warn you..."
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Kirge is extremely funny to write, he reminds me of my seriously religious grandma's. Hopefully he's not OOC, instead of worshipping 'His majesty' he is worshipping the 'Great and forgiving Vollstandig!'
I honestly have no idea what his name is...Quilge? Kirge? Whatever, Kirge was better in my opinion so I'll keep it like that! Either way, he's a badass. Totally a boost to their cause. The Stern Ritter will come in soon enough, I don't know how but hopefully I'll get chapter fifteen done by the first of October. Ha, remember I said I wouldn't update till the first of October? God I was so naïve...
Any ways, I hope you enjoyed the lemon. This chapter was very...well nothing much happened. Kugo/Riruka finally happened, a little back story on the rebels before Ichigo and another long-ass lemon and some new members, making their army now at around the numbers of 70-80 people.
So, please review and leave your thoughts about...well anything really!