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(n.) Drowsy Contentment
Hello everyone here is chapter 14! I hope you all enjoy, also thank you to everyone for the lovely support concerning my writing style. Enjoy!
Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo
X= Used to indicate change in perspective or timing/scenery.
Old man Zangetsu speaking.
Shiro speaking.
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Ichigo shivered minutely wondering if it was the cool air of the ballroom upon his sensitive flesh or the hungry gaze of the ladies dressed up elaborately; whispers followed his every move. Ichigo scoffed silently to himself the whole affair and show of the duels was a pathetic excuse of entertainment; Ichigo hardly doubted the merit of disrobing the top of the yukata so that no infection would come to pass nor the supposed want to see whatever wound was bequeathed. It was merely an opportunity for the ladies (and some of the men) to cast their gaze upon the physique of the participant.
Mentally Ichigo went over the few duels he would have to perform this night, it was with relief that he tallied only two matches. One with Byakuya which Ichigo only looked slightly forward to as it presented an opportunity to talk to his friend and flaunt unchanged skills in his face. The second if Kaien spoke the truth was between Ichigo and Shunsui. A smile slipped predatory in nature unbidden upon Ichigo's face at the thought of facing his captain in battle, Ichigo knew he wouldn't be able release even a fraction of his power but the duels were a contest of blade not power.
Shifting as the piercing feeling of eyes on his back increased Ichigo turned the movement shifting orange locks held in a high ponytail at the back of his head. Byakuya was striding towards him, he was likewise disrobed and ebony hair curled around his shoulders in careless waves, he appeared like a fallen angel in the dim and pale light of the ballroom. Some unearthly essence seemed to hang about his figure a poise and grace that few nobles could muster in any cadence.
"Good evening Ichigo."
His rich voice had been lacking in Ichigo's life recently the past months had been busy with missions and encounters painful and fulfilling, therefore the tone of his voice easily set Ichigo's tense shoulders at bay and easily curled a smile upon his lips. Mastering himself so as to retain an apathetic image Ichigo turned fully to face Byakuya noting the weary lines to his face, hidden under a mask made of chiselled stone hard to see from a distance much less anyone who knew little of Byakuya.
"Whether it is indeed a good evening is debatable Byakuya, but your presence has helped in lightening the cumbersome burden these duels set upon us."
A smile threatened to break through the cool Kuchiki mask before it was tamed though Ichigo could still see the light of amusement rich in Byakuya's silver eyes. The dull background chatter that surrounded them in soft hues faded till the silence was so thick a zanpaktou could cut it. Sighing Ichigo acknowledged that the duels were to begin if the pompous voice rising over the silence was any indication. Nodding to Byakuya Ichigo shared a quick glance conveying his desire to speak more freely at a better time, Ichigo padded off to find Kaien who would lead him to where ever he needed to be.
Zangetsu was a familiar weight in his hands as Ichigo stared into Byakuya's determined eyes full of anticipation and excitement, letting emotions of equal proportion reflect in his own amber eyes. The air was tense and quiet as the lords and ladies watched on with eager eyes placing bets, and sharing rumours of the two opponents' strengths. The noble lord (someone of the Kannogi family if Ichigo remembered correctly) who had organized the first gala of the fall season, hoping to rise in the supposed ranks of nobility stepped forward. From the folds of his yukata he took out a scroll of parchment faded to the colour of honey with age, he slowly unrolled the scroll the sounds of cracking paper the only noise rising above the hushed silence. The lord took a breath the sound rattling through his teeth before he began reading; his voice was monotonous and dull a droning sound like the buzzing of the cicadas on a hot summer night in June. Ichigo tuned the man out with his eyes sliding over to glance into Byakuya's eyes appearing emotionless yet showing a spark of boredom.
Ichigo looked up as the drole voice came to an end, the lord stepped forward pulling a handkerchief of rich lavender out of his sleeve he waved the little flag in the air letting the battle commence. Bowing as the customs stated Ichigo straitened and drew Zangetsu the sound of metal against scabbard a ringing hiss piercing in the wide ballroom, Byakuya responded in kind drawing Senbonzakura with thinly veiled grace.
The two opponents regarded each other for a moment playful light dancing in their eyes before they launched forward. Ichigo let Zangetsu lazily rise to catch Byakuya's fearsome swing the blade crashing towards him like a meteor set for earth, dull pain rippled from his side the illusion holding any from seeing the cut now wrapped with gauze. Springing back Ichigo brought Zangetsu around in a sweep darting forward at the same time to add speed to the attack. Byakuya predicting the attack raised Senbonzakura to counter the movement, eyes flashing in slight triumph Ichigo switched tactics sliding to a stop the movement bringing him close to Byakuya he flicked Zangetsu up under his guard. Byakuya caught Ichigo's eyes remembering the technique from days spent in the academy dojos and plush mats under foot. Senbonzakura reversed so that the blade was vertical stopping Zangetsu's cutting stroke, the movement wasn't reinforced and the loud jarring sound and slight grimace on Byakuya's features alerted him to the fact.
Like two graceful pinpricks of light their blades danced wisps of the metal seeming to melt into the air forming trails like a comet. So they tangoed the movements fast to a beat of their own making full of excitement and playfulness the battle of two old friends familiar with the other's quirks and thought process. The duel could not last till the morning sun swept her golden blanket across the hills and with one dazzling array of attacks splicing together seamlessly Senbonzakura was sent clattering to the ground the blade striking against marble ringing around the round room.
Sweat beaded Ichigo's brow and shone like glimmers of dew on Byakuya's brow as he knelt slightly, Zangetsu's blade quivering at his throat as if encouraging Ichigo to take his life or the weight of the blade was too much in Ichigo's hands. A smile unhindered by emotion or a mask broke across Ichigo's face, the smile so easily contagious broke Byakuya's mask, blooming on Byakuya's own features bringing warmth to the cool stone of his noble mask. Lowering Zangetsu Ichigo slid the blade humming with excitement into the scabbard at his back and extended his hand for Byakuya to take. Warm fingers grasped his own the shared heat of their bodies entangling their hands for a moment as Ichigo pulled his friend forward and up. Stepping back Byakuya gracefully bent down picking up Senbonzakura whose polished metal shone in the candlelight above and sliding the blade into his own scabbard sheathed at his hip. Facing each other the two bowed.
Polite applause broke out amongst the watchers where they had remained frozen in place by the fight enraptured by the sleek movements, delicate fragility, and unwavering strength that rose in that battle. The moment broken as the two bowed to each other, their abdomens glistened with sweat and all to show for their duel was a thin slice of red on Ichigo's bicep where his response had been slow as if reaching to defend so high had pained his stomach, and the other a gash tracing Byakuya's collarbone.
The lord of house Kannogi stepped forward declaring the winner and announced a short intermission before the next match would commence. Bowing once more to each other the two warriors exited the ringed area where they had been fighting, the weight of eyes upon them increased twice fold since the early evening. Wanting to escape the crowds and false praises and compliments sure to come Ichigo turned towards a hallway. The presence of Byakuya behind him was reassuring as he led the two to a small balcony overlooking a garden of lush greens, covered in a multitude of shades in the waxing moonlight from above.
"It's been some time since last we could meet freely."
Byakuya's voice seemed haunting as it tilted on the breeze in the whispers of the eddies, turning to face his friend Ichigo stared for a moment taking in the somber cast to his eyes belayed by being with his friend, tilting to face the moon in its ethereal beauty above Ichigo said, "Time has been a hasty master, pushing us forward and giving us little time in between one hour and the next. It seems noble functions and the occasional tea here and there become commonplace between us."
Byakuya remained silent for a time thoughtfully gazing at the garden below the gentle trickle of a stream glistening like a river of diamonds below filling their ears. A feathery breeze brushed against the yukata that cloaked Ichigo's shoulders and swirled about his feet coloured in shadows and sweet lilac, Byakuya's yukata sage with rose threaded through in simple hues was a sharp contrast against the deep sapphire of night.
"I should like to catch up some time whenever it so dawns."
Byakuya's voice was subtle a murmur tentative and uncertain, wondering if such time could be found in what now served as their lives. Ichigo missed their camaraderie, the easy laughs shared between them, teasing glances, subtle touches and the weight that pressed down on his shoulders and heart feeling the weight of the world dispersed if only for a short time.
"Time will dawn when we so choose, more agreeable am I to catching up then standing at this drole gala where the ladies may fawn over us. Two days from now my morning shall be free."
Byakuya turned to gaze thoughtfully at Ichigo pondering his words with a wistful and teasing smile he nodded eyes casting to the heavens above to see what Ichigo sought whenever caramel orbs strayed above his head. He said, "Two days hence we shall meet, where so then?"
Ichigo closed his eyes in thought for a moment blocking out the soothing caress of the moon and plunging all sight into darkness, opening his eyes moments later he replied, "In Rungokai there is a teahouse, we were there once before in the early morning of my birthday. That day was long and arduous but the morning was filled with warmth and serenity rarely found."
Byakuya nodded a fond smile playing across his features as he remembered the early August morning, the air had been clear and cool with the fresh scent of apples in the air. Their tea had chased all chill of the night and its terrors away and left wholesome warmth bubbling in Ichigo's chest like a spring cascading through a valley.
"Come night furrows its wings at us bidding us enter this noble establishment once more however we may dread it. To long already have we been gone will our elders chide us but it was time more enjoyable then any spent in that house full of antiques polished reverently. As much as I loathe it this time of peace and tranquility must now end, father time has come to collect. But soon again shall we meet in more fitting measures then this."
Byakuya raised an eyebrow quickly speaking, "Poetry is heavy upon your tongue this evening Ichigo but I acknowledge the truth in your words. Come let us enter and weather this storm together for as long a time as permitted."
Sharing one last open smile the two turned away from the moon in her splendour and entered the house where warmth blanketed them like the heady air of the jungle and tangled their breaths. Already eyes traced them and the quiet peace of the garden faded into the dull idle chatter.
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Shunsui was strung with anticipation as he tapped a forefinger against his thigh eyes of metallic grey scanning the bustling scene the gala presented, Jushiro shifted subtly the pale blue yukata donning his thin form rustling heavily with the motion. Turning a concerned eye upon his friend Jushiro waved away the motion a faint smile curved on his lips, the ivory haired captain arched an eyebrow and said, "Excited for your battle with Ichigo? Kaien has been frantically buzzing about of late and I worry for his health more than my own."
Easy laughter at his friend's humour slipped from Shunsui's lips as curly strands of chocolate coloured hair waved in front of his eyes with the force of his laughter. Shaking his head Shunsui shivered slightly in the cool eddies of air that circulated the ball room. The whole matter was a simple farce in Shunsui's mind a man who would favour hovering around the tables of sake with Jushiro guarding against any drunken folly of his, to battling against his own lieutenant.
"Alas I'm excited for this match, for so few have tested their blade against Ichigo's other than the hollows roaming lonesome forests and Byakuya his fellow. Though I also cower in a slight fear that he may best me and take my captaincy from my unwilling hands."
Jushiro laughed hiding his amusement at Shunsui's boisterous dramatics in the long sleeves of his yukata that draped to rest against his sides when his arms hung freely, he was more fortunate than the rest that he was excused from such frivolous fighting. Beaming at his friend Shunsui sighed running a hand through curly locks, Jushiro looked up from where eyes of warm cinnamon had been gazing at polished tile below. A slight blush still tinged Jushiro's cheeks rose from the force of his laughter and some of the pale weariness had fleeted if only briefly.
"I think it is unlikely you will have to worry about your captaincy being stolen from underneath you. While Ichigo may have a mind for order and paperwork I have little doubt that putting him in such a position would bring chaos unaccountable, he would very well start a revolution for the fun of it."
Shunsui moved to protest thinking of the serious demeanour (though whether it was seriousness or boredom was debatable) that often suited Ichigo during the day. The image came to mind of eyes alight with laughter and mischief, a grin full of tooth and promising untold chaos to whoever had incurred it. His mind also dragged on to the many times Kaien had been subject to such mischief, as much as Ichigo threatened Kaien with beheading it was far more likely to see the unfortunate lieutenant trapped in a kido bubble for nigh half the day.
"I think I can agree with you there Ju, not to mention all those meetings with old Yam-jii I have no doubt that the two are plotting some evil device for us poor hardworking captains, that or Ichigo like a cunning snake has been sowing seeds of rebellion at the heart of the matter."
Jushiro cast an amused glance his eyes conveying his thoughts on Shunsui's joking about his lieutenant, shrugging helplessly the movement was made less innocent by the loss of his favoured straw hat. Another reason he faulted these galas, already he missed the comforting fragrance that seemed to hug his flower patterned haori and the subtle smell of sake that filled his office. Before his thoughts could ramble on to the detailed spots where he would like to hide sake from his lieutenants' silence fell around them like a blanket.
Pouting Shunsui rolled his shoulders a few times stretching out muscles tense with anticipation, sharing a knowing glance with Jushiro Shunsui stepped closer bidding a faint parting in his ear before whirling around and stalking off. The duel was beginning soon and Shunsui had best be in the arena when it starts else he would surely receive a talking to from Yam-jii (again).
Ichigo was a bright flame dulled by its surroundings, a wispy grey yukata clung to his lithe form and long tangerine locks clung to the back of his neck. Shunsui had watched Ichigo's match with Byakuya; noted the fluent and graceful way the two fought bladekin one might call it, like brothers they were. Yet from a distance one could scarcely see the scars littering Ichigo's body, pale lines sometimes catching the light. They dragged over his body in arches and curves, blasts and cracks in the very skin of his abdomen patched together in a canvas of swirling ivory upon the slightly darker hue of Ichigo's skin.
Ichigo was frowning Shunsui noted, the motion scrunching his eyebrows and casting his eyes in shade as his head tipped forward orange locks cloaking thought from sight. Averting his eyes from Ichigo's torso and the uneasy feelings of protectiveness that rose up inside him (he could understand partially the reason for Kaien's concern) Shunsui let an easy smile slip on his face even as keen eyes tried to catch Ichigo's orbs of caramel cast towards the ground.
Feeling Shunsui's gaze Ichigo's head lifted to catch Shunsui's silver eyes with his own. Determination shone a mirror image in both their souls, Ichigo also held slight hesitation, a pensiveness and distance that suggested thoughts drifting elsewhere. Curling his hand worn with callouses over Katen Kyōkotsu's handle Shunsui smiles indulgently at her teasing in the back of his mind. A challenging smile curled upon Ichigo's lips, barely touching his eyes as they traced far different fields, and yet focused on the battle at hand.
The noble lord stepped forward forgoing reading the rules once more as they were experienced Shinigami, and it was far likely that he himself had grown tired of the same litany. Waving his lavender flag fervently the lord stepped back a hush falling over the crowd as they looked on the two opponents. Shrugging his shoulders once more Shunsui watched as Ichigo shook himself from whatever realm his mind had drifted to, chocolate eyes alight with excitement caught Shunsui's own. As one they draw their zanpaktou's Katen Kyōkotsu's dual handles a comforting weight in his hands, Zangetsu Ichigo's zanpaktou glowed a faint ebony, raven tendrils seeming to coil among the blade in honeyed candle light.
Silence held for a tense moment more before Ichigo stepped forward. Raising his blade Shunsui blocked against the incoming strike, the blades clashing with the ringing hiss of metal and sent sparks flying. The force of the attack sent vibrations down his arms and Shunsui raised an eyebrow in slight surprise before stepping to the side to let Ichigo's blade fall. The exchange was quick as Ichigo whirled away a half step before flying forwards once more. Shunsui blocked the strike again Katen Kyōkotsu's dual blades forming an x and interlocking Zangetsu's long blade.
Twisting away Shunsui swung one of his katanas forward the other coming underneath to form a vicious uppercut and paralysing blow to the ear. Ichigo smiled. The blade flying through the air sailed through nothing as Ichigo ducked Zangetsu whipping out horizontally to catch the sharp hollows sported by his blade. Dancing away Shunsui and Ichigo paused regarding each other, assessing each movement.
They sprang forward a deadly dance of blades and skill unseen that night, their blades were peaks of light a three pointed star hurtling towards the earth at devastating speeds. Ichigo would dart forward light and swift on his feet Zangetsu's longer blade reaching out in an attempt to cut, Katen Kyōkotsu would snap up one blade defending as Shunsui would side step bringing the other forward in a lunge. On and on they played their moves getting riskier and bolder trying to tire the other out or waiting for one to slip up.
Springing back once more Shunsui's breath came from his lungs in harsh pants the movement letting sweat soaked curls rest heavily against his forehead. Rarely did he battle like this, only the few occasions Jushiro dueled him or the Soutaicho thought fit that they improve or test their skills were akin to this battle. Ichigo was lightning fast with the blade, his lithe body of coiled muscles guiding him forwards in a dangerous dance like lightning strikes. The skill he showed with his blade was stunning far above any lieutenant, his connection with his zanpaktou was radiant shining through in every fell sweep, and Shunsui could see that Ichigo was holding back. Movements stopping short, continually checking himself it was evidence that Ichigo wasn't showing half as much as he could. Then again what could one expect, Ichigo held secrets woven into the very fabric of his soul, questions and mysteries were a part of him even to friends.
Taking one last deep breath Shunsui looked up catching Ichigo's eyes beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and dripped off his chin, orange hair was messy and tangled slicked back with sweat but determination still shone. Nodding the two straightened imperceptibly and Shunsui was launching forwards on the attack. Ichigo arched an eyebrow in surprise his blade tainted a dark raven rising in a half circle deflecting Shunsui's dual blades.
Back and forth across the duelling area they paced, Ichigo began to slow his movements becoming slightly sloppy. Still he pushed on their blades weaving through the air with mighty clashes, pain would occasionally flash across Ichigo's face and Shunsui felt concern and the desire to finish the battle arise in his chest. Darting forward Shunsui feinted to the left before swinging one of her blades aimed at Ichigo's head and the other thrust forwards towards his heart.
Zangetsu fell limp in Ichigo's hands the wielder acknowledging his defeat with a pleased smile. Locking eyes once again Shunsui let the concern rise in his eyes and arched an eyebrow Ichigo shook his head reassurance in his eyes even as a slight grimace passed over his features for a second so brief Shunsui wondered if he imagined it. Sheathing their zanpaktou the two Shinigami bowed low to each other the hushed crowds' breaking out into loud applause at the magnificent duel they had witnessed.
"Thank you for that splendid duel Ichigo, your technique was amazing perhaps we should duel more often?"
Ichigo looked up at Shunsui's softly spoken words of praise pride shining in silver eyes, warmth saturated Ichigo's eyes filling them like melted pools of chocolate. Ichigo paused pensive for a moment considering the light and slightly humorous tone that accompanied Shunsui's offer.
"It certainly sounds interesting captain, though I fear my muscles would sorely protest it we dueled too often."
Shunsui accepted the excuse and answer for what it was, Ichigo would duel him but at the orangette's time and pace. Stroking the pommel of Katen Kyōkotsu's blades Shunsui heard the soft purr and felt the pleasure of the duel radiating from his zanpaktou. Stepping out of the court where they had dueled Shunsui led Ichigo to where the ivory locks of his best friend caught his eyes. Kaien and Jushiro were standing together polite conversation floating around them even as heavy stares settled on the two competitors.
"Ah Ichigo! That was amazing!"
Kaien was his usual bouncy self as he sashayed over to Ichigo enveloping his younger brother in what was likely a bone-crushing hug. Jushiro smiled catching Shunsui's eyes a conversation passing between the two old friends on a breath as Shunsui strode closer to stand beside his friend and watch the brother's antics. Ichigo wrestled himself from Kaien's tight grasp his hair mussed and yukata slightly rumpled.
"That truly was a sight to behold you two were indeed amazing."
Jushiro's kind voice spoke praise and Shunsui thanked his friend taking a hand smooth and cool in his own fevered flesh and grasping it tightly. Ichigo nodded his head in thanks pain flashing once more in faint traces, sharing a glance with Jushiro, Shunsui gestured towards Ichigo. Jushiro nodded plain understanding playing across his features.
"Do you have any more matches this evening Taicho?"
Ichigo queried his voice subtle and swift in the heated atmosphere of the main hall. Shunsui shook his head a happy smile playing across his features he replied, "No more this evening, I'm planning to spend the rest of this dull night with a bottle of sake. That is of course as long as Jushiro's here to make sure I don't make a fool of myself like that time with the chandelier."
Curiosity was directed his way accompanied with a knowing look from Jushiro, shrugging innocently Jushiro shook his head in amusement ebony strands swaying gracefully with the movement.
"I'm going to refresh myself the night is near sunrise yet time drags its boots."
Ichigo said running a hand through tangerine locks slicking them back further and revealing his eyes open with contentment and a pleased expression. Nodding Shunsui stepped forward extending a hand that Ichigo firmly took in his own.
Ichigo strode off into the distance orange locks flowing behind him as he cut through the crowd ever an imposing figure. Kaien's bubby and excited demeanour disappeared in an instant replaced with a serious expression his lips curving to form a frown.
"Did you notice it?"
Kaien asked his silver eyes radiating protection as they followed Ichigo's retreating form, Shunsui paused confused by Kaien's questions before understanding what the concerned elder brother was asking. Nodding his head chocolate curls swaying slightly with the movement Shunsui said, "He's in pain" the realization clear in the open air where the statement hung tensely. Kaien nodded silver eyes swirling to connect with Shunsui's own he continued, "During our duel pain would occasionally flash across his features not caused by my blades."
"He's injured and he's attempting to hide it from us. For whatever reason he doesn't want us to know he's hurt."
Kaien spoke a hint of frustration reaching through the concern heavy in his voice. The lieutenant took a few calming breaths his hands clenched in tight fists at his sides slowly loosing as he calmed himself, looking up from where his head had tilted to face the ground Kaien sighed sorrow and sympathy a complicated swirl of emotions in his eyes he said, "He's so guarded, always holding himself up and refusing to show weakness. Ichigo is stubborn, he won't accept our help unless we shove it down his throat and even then he refuses as best as possible. I just want to help him… you've seen the scars that decorate his body! The sorrow prevalent in his eyes and heavy upon his shoulders. But I don't know what to do, when I spend time with him, or when he's with Byakuya you can see the darkness that resides in his eyes lighten slightly the weight of the world that seemingly rests on his shoulders is lifted if briefly."
Silence reigned for a few quiet moments as Shunsui digested the complex swirl of emotions ranging through Kaien's voice as he spoke, it was easy to see the protectiveness and love Kaien held for his brother in that moment. Eyes shining, fist clenched, chest heaving, and heart heavy with tumultuous emotions. Jushiro swept forward pulling Kaien into a brief hug the movement swift in the crowded ball room. Kaien's tense shoulders relaxed slightly the pent up feelings deflating leaving Kaien tired and weary in the face of his anger.
"I guess all we can do is support him, and trust that one day all will be revealed."
Kaien's voice was soft a quiet whisper of hope as he turned to face the exit where the folds of orange had disappeared through. Shunsui smiled kindly before saying, "Ichigo is a veteran of a war none of us have seen, and he guards his heart in a gilded cage of iron nigh unbreakable. But everything has its time, nothing is impenetrable. We just need to be there when he falls."
Kaien nodded solemn and determined at Shunsui's words, Jushiro who had remained quiet placed a hand on Kaien's shoulder a promise in his eyes, they were all going to support Ichigo no matter what.
X
"The Shikai you showed at graduation was that your true Shikai?"
Ichigo wasn't even surprised that the genius had figured out Zangetsu's cloaked form, the megalomaniac leant against one of the pale walls of Soul Society his features cast in half shadows and the lens of his glasses catching the light of the fading sun. The two had bumped into each other as Ichigo hurried from one errand to the next for his likely wayward captain, and as the rules of their agreement applied Aizen had drawn Ichigo into one of the alleys.
Shaking his head Ichigo smiled the movement cast in an almost predatory light with the flashing of pale teeth in cloaked darkness and answered, "No it was not my true Shikai."
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Ichigo ruffled through the many papers scattered across the wooden table a miasma of writing sprawling across the pages in graceful curves. Translation notes, theories, plots and notes of the like. Running a hand lazily through orange locks Ichigo looked up from the notes shifting slightly in the plush cushion his eyes glanced around the tea house, a warm atmosphere bubbled the place and quiet chatter filtered through the background like a waterfall. Seeing no sign of Byakuya Ichigo returned to his notes, he was trying to plot his own timeline and all he remembered of it, in accordance he was also trying to pinpoint where he stood in time.
Among the notes were scattered translations of the text bound in leather, the few novels he looked at in the archives had brought Ichigo a step closer to decoding the worn book's secrets the more Ichigo translated the more his head spun and his chest tightened with uncertain feelings. A few diagrams peeked out from the pile of rough sketches accompanied by cramped handwriting; theories concerning the Hogyoku and time travel itself. Ichigo had vague almost certain ideas of what had happened and yet the answer didn't seem plausible. Thus the scattered diagrams and rough idea of conversing with Kisuke.
Flipping through a scarlet bound book Ichigo squinted at the words harsh and jagged as if written in a hurry, wishing he still had the glasses he wore in the human world Ichigo sighed and shrugged for a moment eyes returning to pages stained yellow with age. The clear sound of a bell ringing cut through the peaceful chatter of the cozy restaurant. Looking up over the near empty room where groups hunched over low tables Ichigo spotted a familiar gleam of silver amongst stark raven locks, catching grey eyes Ichigo smiled invitingly as Byakuya strode inside. Bathed in the soft mint green of the shoji dividers spattered scarcely throughout the room in a maze of golden light Byakuya seemed to glow from within like the fae rumoured to dance upon midsummer eves.
Ichigo pushed himself up from the table a soft hiss parting his lips as his muscles protested the movement, his duel with Shunsui had been invigorating a challenge well needed even if his muscles now nagged him for it. Byakuya smiled knowingly likely suffering the same aches and pains to a greater degree, nodding in half thought to himself Ichigo stepped forward so that the two friends were within arm's reach.
"Ichigo."
The happiness was evident in the deep roll of his name, Byakuya paused a moment assessing Ichigo before he pulled the orangette into a quick hug arms of corded steel wrapping around Ichigo and the faint taste of cherry blossoms saturating his senses. Ichigo froze for a moment the movement unexpected both from Byakuya and the warmth of touch against his skin. Seconds later with the calming baritone of Zangetsu a lilting melody at the back of his mind Ichigo settled returning the hug in a cautious gesture, even when Kaien decided to spring from the sky to hug Ichigo the movement had become familiar and Ichigo was far more use to tossing the fool across the room in repercussion.
Byakuya pulled away a strange frown tilting his lips, Ichigo pursed an eyebrow in question but the soft sway of ebony locks told him to wait. Settling onto the low table Ichigo became aware of the scattered mess of papers cluttering the deep cedar surface. Byakuya watched with amusement as Ichigo scurried collecting the papers with a loud rustle and shoving them along with a few thick tomes inside a bag situated by his feet.
The frantic clean up finished Ichigo smiled unabashed and looked up into Byakuya's cool grey eyes and perched comfortably in his seat once more. Huffing Byakuya looked at the wooden table a finger reaching through the folds of his shihaksho to trace the swirled grains of wood. Silence sat between the two quaint and relaxed the two friends unwound from tense meetings, rushed paperwork, and noble galas with no words spoken between them only the reassuring presence of the other.
A waiter bustled by, scrawny with a head of tawny brown hair and ferret like features the man had a certain glow about him. Looking up Ichigo smiled as the waiter relayed the many tea options they were offering this morning as well as the selection of cuisine available. Byakuya who seemed almost half asleep blinked lazily his head tilting up slightly to indicate he was indeed listening to the fast paced tone.
"I'll have the green tea and the chamomile for my friend here. He's not nearly as tired as he has any right to be."
Ichigo laughed quietly at Byakuya's teasing tone catching the smirk that flashed across his features from one moment to the next. The waiter nodded enthusiastically asking them if they'd like anything to eat on the side. Ichigo shook his head to Byakuya's questioning gaze Ganju made splendid meals and breakfast had fast become one of his favourites with Ichigo's interjection but the youngest Shiba always made far too much.
The waiter flounced off a sway to his hips and a bounce in his step Ichigo smiled fondly for a moment watching the waiter fade into the distance before turning to face Byakuya who was studying Ichigo contemplatively.
"When last was it we met? It seems as if ages have passed us by in the swift blink of an eye since our days at the academy."
Ichigo asked hands tapping out an unknown rhythm on the wooden table and he leaned back slightly shifting to rest with ease. Byakuya frowned in thought eyes gaining a somber cast before lighting with some hidden thought. The noble smiled and said, "Why two days ago I would have presumed."
Ichigo laughed the movement rumbling deep in his chest and easing the steel band that seemed to weld itself to his ribcage since that night. Byakuya laughed alongside Ichigo the sound rare in the political scenes of Soul Society clear and with a deep resonance that bounced inside one's heart. The laughter dwindled to a silent hum of pleasant amusement and Byakuya continued, "I do think excluding the ball it was likely almost a month ago when I was invited for the dinner celebrating one thing or another."
Ichigo nodded the memories of warm sake and good food a pleasant accompaniment to the already light air of the restaurant. A smile slipped onto Ichigo's face and he said, "Come let us drop the speech so heavily influenced by our position and the time in which we dwell, may simpler deeds be spoken now. By which I mean to say how are you?"
Byakuya laughed at the slight tip of an accent shining through the first part of Ichigo's speech in the gradual flounce of his words appearing grave even with lightning quick humour glowing beneath. Byakuya prepared to answer but their waiter returned a tray holding two tea cups with thin wisps of curling silver rising from the simply painted light blue cups. Nodding their thanks, the waiter set the two cups down with a bright flourish and let them be trouncing off to serve the other customers that had trickled in before the sun rose to tower high above the rest of the world.
Ichigo let out an appreciative hum as the flowery taste of the tea graced his taste buds, warmth radiated from the cup curled in his palm and sent pleasant shivers through his body easing the tension in his body slightly. Taking a deep breath of the rich fragrance Ichigo tipped the cup forward to take another long sip before placing the clay mug back on the table. Byakuya opposite him studied Ichigo with an amused cast to his eyes the sky blue cup cradled in his hands rested in his lap pale green tracing his hands and caressing the cup a bit of healing kido to soothe the inflammation of his muscles.
"I'm not sure how I feel these days. Having Oji-sama as captain is both stressful and endearing at the same time, and it seems like my face has become carved stone. I'm grateful for the tips and lessons he gives me; I know I'll need them but that doesn't mean I resent certain aspects of nobility any less. Life is crowded I feel like a leaf caught in the stream where the current carries me I must follow."
The lightness of the day had dimmed somewhat in Byakuya's confession but Ichigo felt no ill will towards it only concern for Byakuya, catching Byakuya's eyes Ichigo smiled reassuringly and said, "It will pay off in the end, you're going to have deal with those Central 46 bastards at some point after all. But you will always have me, you don't need to completely seal yourself off and become a machine who heels only to Soul Society. Stay the crazy, humorous, sarcastic Kuchiki I know even if it's hidden behind layers of cool ice bathed in sakura."
Byakuya grinned with a huff of his lips some of the encroaching darkness fled from silver eyes as he took a sip of his tea nursing the cup close to his chest as he considered Ichigo's words. The Kuchiki noble said, "I'm glad to have a friend such as yourself Ichigo, it is likely otherwise I would have no one to turn to. The Shihounen were-cat may be full of spunk and teasing but she's got nothing on you Ichigo. Which reminds me to ask you in kind how you are?"
Ichigo shrugged the movement displacing his shihaksho fractionally and startling the fine locks gathered at the back of his neck he said, "Life is neither good nor bad which is more than I can ask for, though Kaien has been crowding me recently with eyes of hot coals. Taicho the lazy bastard that he usually is keeps foisting paper work onto us but Lisa and I split it evenly so the time goes by swiftly. I'll have to tell you about the other night with the sake, also my recent mission was… interesting to say the least."
Ichigo's voice was faintly whimsical as he reminisced the usual finite trace of annoyance sauntering into his voice as he spoke of Kaien and his over protective mothering ways. Byakuya regarded Ichigo with a smile as Ichigo continued to talk silver eyes tinting slightly as Ichigo spoke of Kaien before a full out smile broke upon his face as Ichigo once again spoke of his captain. The young raven haired Shinigami sighed idly starring at the table and sipping his tea before saying, "Ah I think that Kaien was crowding because of the recent duels, they myself included noticed that you seemed in a bit of pain… are you alright Ichigo?"
Ichigo turned to look out the window at the concern heavy in Byakuya's voice his eyes cast towards the smooth wooden paneling before he sighed running a hand through tangled orange locks and said, "It relates to the mission I was talking about, you wouldn't believe the hollows we encountered they were massive even for a regular hollow. They clearly weren't normal, their markings too vibrant and their instincts too sharp. I was caught off guard by it and received a paw to the chest but I'm fine seriously."
Byakuya looked into Ichigo's caramel orbs assessing his words and the truth in his gaze before setting his mug on the table with a heavy sigh. Taking a sip of his own tea Ichigo inclined his upwards for a moment before tilting to face Byakuya once more he said, "You wouldn't believe what happened the other day though. It was crazy first Taicho was already slightly buzzed on sake from kami knows where though Ukitake-Taicho is likely the culprit. Then Lisa found one of his stashes of sake, it was hidden under a floor board and covered with a mat. Cue a whiny Taicho and frustrated Lisa and it was quite the sight to see."
Byakuya laughed his eyes sparkled in the hazy glow of candlelight Ichigo joined him the chaos of that evening fresh in his mind. The two laughed for a moment, more warmth in their gazes and filling their hearts.
They continued to talk about inane things from the latest news circulating through the ranks to training and hard headed captains. Throughout their meeting a smile played softly across Ichigo's features hardly diminishing in the few hours they spent that felt like an eternity. Peace and tranquility seemed to hover on the edges of Ichigo's senses and the chamomile tea accompanied by kido did wonders for the strain of his muscles as the hours wore away.
As the chatter filling the tea house grew in volume and occupants the two friends shared a knowing look it was past high noon and it was likely time that they return to their captains. Ichigo silently dreaded returning in a way one would dread the end of winter break, shrugging aside the heavy feelings Ichigo and Byakuya exited the restaurant stepping outside where chill air brushed teasingly across their skin and billowed the folds of the shihaksho. The bustle of everyday life in Rungokai greeted their ears, the sounds of yelling, carts being pulled, children running and playing, and the other sounds filtering in the cracks of their perception.
The faintest flicker of reaitsu brushed against Ichigo's senses before Byakuya was crashing forward into Ichigo. Ichigo fell to the ground almost in slow motion bracing himself for impact and still not expecting the burn as the air escaped his lungs in a gasp. Sitting up slowly Ichigo rubbed the back of his head and gazed upon their assailant. Ichigo's breath caught in his throat stifled and he felt like his heart was clawing its way up his throat. And then he saw the eyes lilac with pale swirls of light blue and her bangs parting over nose. Ichigo drew in a breath the fire burning his chest doused by the relief that this was not Rukia, he wasn't ready to see his old friend not at this time (probably not ever).
Byakuya stood up his form tall and gangly in the light of the fall sun, noting who had felled him Byakuya extended his hand ever the noble and helped Rukia's sister to her feet. Little was different of her from the picture Byakuya had showed Ichigo once when the memory of Rukia hung in the balance itself, pale skin, ebony hair, and eyes of soft lilac she was so much like Rukia and yet infinitely different. Byakuya whispered a few words to Hisana and Ichigo caught her name shared between the two followed by Byakuya's own name.
Turning away to give the two a semblance of privacy Ichigo's eyes cast around the Rungokai stalls, their brightly coloured tarping of red, blue, and a multitude of other colours garish in the orange light casting everything in half glow. Turning around after a few moments Ichigo watched Byakuya bade farewell to Hisana a strange light in his eyes as she faded from sight her petite form disappearing among the crowds.
Byakuya turned soulful eyes full of slight confusion onto Ichigo, before a question could slip past his lips Ichigo stepped forward taking Byakuya's hand alike in size to his own and pulling him along.
"You'll see her again, fate has many plans and many strings cast in crimson. Come I have to buy a birthday present for Kukkaku and I have two cents of an idea of what to get her."
Byakuya stared at Ichigo for a moment finding the advice his floundering heart and mind had sought, confusion still bubbled like a cauldron but he set the emotions aside and took Ichigo's offer with a smile following the orangette from one store to the next the crisp air of fall tangling about them.
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The thirteenth always smelled vaguely of ginger and hibiscus a unique combination that left the sense tingling in a flurry of shivers. Ichigo walked the familiar halls of the thirteenth the sparse Shinigami collected inside nodded or greeted him as he passed them they rarely questioned why he was in the thirteenth it was commonplace to see these days. The answer would most likely be found in Ukitake's office.
In this instance they were correct as Ichigo slid open the door and was greeted with Shunsui sprawled out on one of the couches placed in Jushiro's office, Ju was dutifully filling paperwork as he listened to Shunsui babble on about nothing and everything in between. The two captains looked up as the door opened to see Ichigo's vibrant hair accompanied by a small frown.
"Ah Ichigo good afternoon come in Shunsui wasn't expecting you to turn up today?"
Ichigo shook his head in amusement stepping inside and sliding the firm wooden frame unrelenting beneath calloused fingers shut with a 'click'. Pacing inside Ichigo seated himself on one of the singular chairs placed what Ichigo deemed a safe distance away from his captain. Shunsui pouted from where he was sprawled one arm hanging over the side and the other resting behind his head.
"There was a report from Yam-jii I thought you would like to look at it yourself Taicho."
Shunsui nodded metallic grey eyes hardening as Ichigo pulled the file out of the boundless folds of his shihaksho. Jushiro arched an eyebrow but remained silent as Shunsui pensively cast his eyes over the folder, silence reigned for a moment before Shunsui snorted and passed the vanilla folder to Jushiro. The ebony haired captain scanned the contents before placing the folder on his desk.
Seeing that the folder wasn't a matter of dire importance Ichigo moved to lift himself from the comfortable and plush chair, Shunsui made a startled sound and rushed to say, "Ma ma Ichigo always in a such a haste to leave your captain, why not stay for a few it's not like Ju and I discuss anything Kaien will likely freak out on us for."
Ichigo debated the offer his eyes casting around the quaint office, succulents gathered in small clusters on the window shelves preening in the faint rays of the sun, book cases piled with scrolls and an assortment of knick knacks layered the walls, the furniture was simple in plain shades of grey and dark blue that accented the room nicely. Eyes gliding to trace over the captains Ichigo noted the pale hues of purple hiding under Jushiro's eyes made all the more stark by the contrast of his ebony hair a benevolent and welcoming expression full of warmth rested on his face and Ichigo's heart wrenched painfully in his chest for a moment. Shunsui's curly brown hair was lose from the regular ponytail he often sported the strands fell about his shoulders highlighted by the flowered haori painted rose by the sunlight, gun metal grey eyes seemed joking at first glance but underneath the prevalent seriousness and determination Ichigo respected in his captain shone through.
Nodding his head with a weary sigh Ichigo slumped into the seat sinking into the fabric like one would sink into quick sand, Ichigo privately wondered if Ukitake had the chair for that design alone. Shunsui smiled and shifted slightly so he could easily turn and face both Jushiro and Ichigo. With a set of two expectant eyes Jushiro sighed and set down the pen the stack of paperwork perched in the corner of his desk wobbled dangerously for a moment before stilling as the benign captain stood up padding over to a seat near Ichigo. Ichigo tipped his head back to hide his eyes from view as Jushiro's reaitsu curled out in greeting to tentatively curl around Ichigo's. Rubbing the bridge of his nose Ichigo listened with a quiet contentment as the two captains resumed their discussion from earlier.
"Hm?"
Ichigo shook himself from the daze his mind had drifted off to Jushiro's voice bringing Ichigo back from a land of waking dreams. Blinking hastily for a moment Ichigo reoriented himself and noticed warm brown eyes and concerned grey ones traced on him. Shaking himself Ichigo smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head with a shrug Jushiro laughed and said, "Its fine Ichigo I know old men like us can be dreadfully boring. I was asking you about your plans for the academy," Ichigo snorted at Jushiro's dry sense of humour before confusion flashed briefly across his face Jushiro continued, "Remember you were asked to come and demonstrate at the academy?"
Ichigo remembered now that the white haired captain mentioned, the thought hadn't come to mind about preparing anything he would likely just see what happened. Shrugging his shoulders in nonchalance Ichigo replied, "I haven't thought about it very much but I'm sure I'll be fine."
Jushiro nodded the two friends resuming the banter as Ichigo's mind drifted cradled by the familiar reaitsu of his two mentors.
Coughing broke the peaceful silence and instantly Ichigo was wide awake and alert. Ukitake was hunched over a hand covering his mouth red beginning to stain the pale flesh. Taking in a calming breath Ichigo centered himself and stepped forward to where Shunsui crouched beside his friend whispering calming assurances in his ear.
"What can I do to help?"
Ichigo asked waiting for Shunsui to tell him, his captain looked up telling Ichigo all he needed to know the orangette turned and paced to the door. Before he turned to leave Shunsui called out, "Are you fast Ichigo?"
Ichigo smirked and was gone, a blur the barest afterimage accompanied by the faint rustling of an invisible breeze. Shunsui turned back to Jushiro helping his friend sit back calm and worry raging war internally.
The Fourth was quiet the dull hum of medical machinery in the back ground irritating to Ichigo's aggravated senses. Stalking forward Ichigo's reaitsu snaked out and located the imposing Taicho located in the far corner of the open room. Unohana looked up as she sensed the presence of one of her more familiar patients Ichigo was walking towards her a deadly calm to his step he stopped in front of her.
"Ukitake is having an attack."
Ichigo's voice was like silk over steel calm and quiet, Unohana nodded preparing to leave when she turned to see Ichigo holding out his hand. Curiosity quirked her brow and she starred at Ichigo's arm for a moment longer Ichigo sighed and said, "Take my arm it will be faster."
Unohana looked like she wanted to protest before silver eyes caught Ichigo's own amber one, his apathetic mask held firm even as his eyes were a swirl of emotion curling in on each other. The female captain grabbed his arm without hesitation and they were gone a blur marking where they had once stood.
Unohana stumbled as she slowly opened her eyes not realizing she had closed them in the near blinding speeds in which they had travelled, shaking herself from inane thoughts she could ponder later the woman stalked forward to attend to her patient. Ichigo breathed a small sigh of relief and settled his back against the wall still strung with tension, as he watched Unohana treat Jushiro a sliver of an idea formed in his mind caressing his thoughts and sending them spiraling down the rabbit hole.
Looking up after a long period of silence where Ichigo's thoughts had run rampant Ichigo could see Ukitake sprawled on the couch his chest bare and sweat beading his brow and glistening upon his toned abdomen. Shunsui was curled protectively beside his friend as Unohana finished casting another healing kido over his body the familiar green glow casting peculiar light on the objects in the room. Pent up breath left Ichigo's lungs and he watched on in silence as Shunsui talked to Jushiro in hushed tones drawing a smile from tire brown eyes.
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Well I hope you all enjoyed! Did everyone like seeing Hisana and/or the duels? I will see you all soon thank you for reading reviews/comments are always appreciated.
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