Chapter 14
The eighth division training grounds were much like Ichigo's courtyard, except lines of bonsai trees separated hundred meter sparring squares from each other. It would be a shame if he destroyed some of them. The fine details of the leaves engraved a green tint into his eyes as his mind wandered back to his own little oasis at the zero division. All Rukia revealed was she wanted the power to protect like he did—only she didn't say to what lengths she'd go to get it.
A heavy scowl grew as usual. He should have stayed with her—that's if he had a say in the matter, for his horny spirit shooed him away in a purple burst of teleportation right into Kyoraku's office. He'd have to punish her for that later, punish her hard.
Kyoraku flashed in front of him, grinning under that straw hat. A swing of a large scimitar across his hairline brought him out of his trance. Parrying with a quick flick of his Katana, he sidestepped and shuffled away from the line of bonsai.
"Something on your mind?"
"Just admiring your plants, that's all," Ichigo said and slashed at him with opposing styles as he had practised with Ukitake.
Parrying the strikes with easy, Kyroaku backstepped and sunk into his shadow.
Ichigo inhaled and swivelled his gaze across the paving. Kyoraku insisted that he use his Shikai as part of his training despite possessing a sealed Daisho pair. It became painfully obvious why when the spar started. The old captain's approach was the least predictable fighting style Ichigo had fought against, and his Shikai abilities synergised perfectly.
Kyoraku rose out of Ichigo's shadow, blades in hand.
Hissing, Ichigo jolted away as his scimitar tore through his calf muscle. The last second flash step barely saved him from losing the foot. "Not much of a fair fighter eh?"
"My my, why would you ever think such a thing," he said, chuckling.
"I don't know, maybe because you're a captain and Ukitake's friend?"
"That's quite the assumption," he said seriously, inclining his head. "How was the training with Jushiro?"
Wrinkling a brow, Ichigo mentally revised the training with Ukitake. The first two days were an absolute torture of cuts and gashes, but thankfully eased after a night training with his spirits. He'd be on even grounds with Kyoraku, but he fought nothing like Ukitake, almost as if—
"By that expression you have… should I assume you've figured it out?" he asked, smirking and relaxing his stance.
Ichigo grinned in response, letting up an inch as well, but still kept up his guard—the captain was unpredictable, he reminded himself. "Yeah… You use your Katana as a distraction and your Wakazashi for killing blows. It's nothing like the lessons with Ukitake."
"You're right," he said, grinning again. "This is lesson two… I don't really have a name for it." He paused, taking a long look at his scimitar pair. "You know the importance of treating your blades individually, but you have no strategy. It's as if two people are fighting together side by side, doing their own thing."
Ichigo glanced at his swords. He was right—there was no strategy to his barrage of swings, if randomness wasn't counted as a strategy. He hadn't used any strategy in any of his battles, except that one time against Renji, and even then brute force won in the end. "Yeah, you're right…"
"Until you figure out a fighting style that suits yourself," Kyoraku said, tone dark as his hat-covered eyes. "You'll never be able to defeat me without brute force."
Ichigo checked his spiritual pressure, making sure it's on par with Kyoraku's, and examined his Zanpuktos. The pair had straight blades of standard width, tip, guard and hilt. Only the pitch black finish and above average lengths stood out. A smirk spread across his lips. He'd have to use that to his advantage, even against the larger size of the scimitars. "Yeah, I get it. They're separate yet they're the same. Am I right?"
"Now you're getting it," Kyoraku said and disappeared in another flash with a flurry of slashes and stabs. His larger scimitar swung at him with several wide arcs—easy to dodge and parry, but his shorter blade cut through the air it left behind with many deadly stabs. In a matter of seconds Ichigo suffered many shallow cuts to his arms without giving Kyoraku any in return. Every single one of his random strikes were dodged or parried in an instant despite keeping at maximum distance of his swords.
Kyoraku smirked and gestured to the lines of bosai with his blade. "Watch out, you're getting close to my lovely trees."
"Then you shouldn't have put them there dammi—"
"Kageoni!" He declared and stabbed both scimitars through his shadow.
Dark blades shot up from Ichigo's shadow aimed at his ankle, slicing together in a cross-cut. He flash stepped out of the way at the last moment yet again. He growled, anger boiling in his stomach. This spar was the least honourable fight he'd ever been in—and it was with one of the eldest captains of all people.
Grimacing, he raised both blades to shoulder level and charged spirit energy into the edges. "Getsuga…!" he began, then flash stepped behind Kyoraku and smirked. "Juujisho!" he finished and released a cross shaped black wave of Reishi—a new technique his perverted spirit taught him as a reward for pleasuring her each night. She had said the attack would be twice as powerful as his normal Gestuga Tenshou.
Kyoraku glanced at the incoming wave and sunk into his own shadow again, leaving Ichigo's attack to scrap across ground, digging two shallow indents. The black cross dissipated against the Kido barrier.
"Grrrrr dammit!" Ichigo shouted and fired random Getsugas into the court. Arcs of black and indigo scuffed against the paving, but none hit the flamboyant captain.
Kroyaku rose up from the clocktower's shadow threw razor tornado at him.
Ichigo raised his Katana, focusing spirit energy on the edge to cut through the razor wind.
As the tornado spun towards him, a significant pull on his inner snowflake ate away over a half of his reserves. The shock of the sudden drain dropped him to one knee, leaving him panting as the tornado disintegrated his left arm from the elbow down. His Wakazashi clunked on the ground.
"Ichigo!" Kyoraku exclaimed and flash stepped next to him. "What happened? I didn't put much into that." He examined his arm with a lift of his hat.
His stump of an arm stopped bleeding in a dull ache and reformed in a burst of purple spirit energy and white goo. "I think," he said, then shook his head as he tested out his arm. Something must have happened over at the zero division with Rukia.
'Tensa! What's happening?!' he called out across their mental link and looked towards the direction of his division.
'Nothin! Everything's fine!' she said. Ichigo grumbled in worry and sheathed his Zanpukto pair.
"Something happened over at your division… and if I were to guess then I'd say it's something to do with lieutenant Kuchiki," Kyoraku said, took a seat and pulled out a Sake flask from his Shihakshou.
His uncharacteristic intuition was startling as usual. It would take many decades to get used to. "Kyoraku… I…"
"It doesn't take a genius to figure out that Kido lessons doesn't take all afternoon and evening," he said, then chuckled and took a drink.
Ichigo nearly facepalmed at their carelessness. Hopefully no one would suspect anything too much going on between them. But it appeared that everyone who mattered already had a good idea of what would happened based on past event. He'd just have to make sure nothing more slips.
"Kyoraku, I think I better go check. Rukia was really serious about…" he trailed off, not sure of the end of that sentence.
"Oh? I think it's pretty obvious. She's back at your seemingly empty division while your spirit energy drops for no apparent reason." He took another drink. "Either a lieutenant somehow put up a fight against your power, even in your sealed state… or…" he trailed off with a grin.
Ichigo twisted in alarm towards the sly captain. "You figured out all of that just from a couple of hints?" he asked, jaw dropping.
Kyoraku smiled under his hat. "You can't be a captain for several hundred years without becoming somewhat aware…"
That may have been true, but it still didn't change how much of a laze he was. Ichigo couldn't help himself but to take a jab at him. "Yeah… I just hope I'm not as lazy as you by then though."
The old captain chuckled and took another drink—as if his throat didn't burn from the harsh alcohol. "You must be dying to go check on her aren't you. We can continue tomorrow, if you'd like" His mouth hardened into a line. "Though take it easy on your new powers. Central forty-six is getting edgier by the moment, they've never had anyone they couldn't order around before."
Ichigo huffed and turned to leave. A nod was all he gave in thanks before rushing off in his fastest flash step without needing to release. The rooftops passed under his feet in an unrecognisable blur as the possibilities played out to him. The Hogyoku could unlock someone's potential, or at least help that person achieve it in subtle direction… but what was Rukia's potential? An anxious needle in his chest told him it wasn't as high as she hoped it would be.
A mocha skinned ex-captain appeared along side him in lithe flash steps. "Going somewhere, Mr. Bachelor?" Yoruichi asked, sneaking in a sly smirk.
That was what the damn women's association dubbed him as the other day. It spread through the entire Seireitei capital like a disease—he couldn't even walk past a group of soul reapers without being giggled at by all the women or teased at from the more daring men.
"This isn't the time!" he shouted, barely audible with wind raging around their bodies.
"Oh? Late for another fuck-fest?"
"No! That's not happening again!" he lied as best as he could.
"Do I get to join in this time?"
Ichigo blinked and looked at her, not sure what just went through her head. She couldn't be serious right? "Yo-Yoruchi… It's no—"
"Cut the act you horny pervert… I'm still disappointed about before.
"B-Before?"
She rose an eyebrow. "You know, your Bankai training?"
An image of a hundred blades sticking out of the ground flashed across his eyes. "Oh…"
"It could have been our last moments alive you know and you left a woman hanging," she said, shooting him a pout.
Ichigo blinked a few times as the last remaining buildings passed under them. He scratched his head but still couldn't dig up the memory she was going on about. She laughed as his face contorted in confusion. "You already forgot? Perhaps it would help if I… transformed in front you again." She lifted her shirt to just under her breasts, mere inches from exposing her large chest.
A memory of himself relaxing in a spa at their underground training area passed through his mind—with a very naked, steamy Yoruichi sitting cross legged. His cheeks heated up and his eyes trailed down her tight outfit. "Maybe later, I have to get to Rukia right now," he said in defeat. No point in hiding how much of a deviant he had become.
This time Yoruichi blinked a couple times at him. She regained her composure after a few seconds and gave him another sly grin. "Hmph… Am I not good enough for you?"
He sighed and clamped down on his rising lust for the exotic beauty next to him. "Rukia asked for my Hogyoku powers earlier to unlock her powers… something about needing the power to protect like I do…" he trailed off with a growing scowl. An imagine of a white butterfly version of Rukia filled his mind. He didn't know whether to laugh or curse.
"There are captain positions that need to be filled," Yoruichi said, her face serious as his. "as long as she doesn't turn into a butterfly it should be fine."
He grumbled in response and picked up the pace in silence, leaving Yoruichi behind.
Within a few minutes, the outskirts of the Seireitei capital flashed by, morphing into to the forests of the wilderness. A herd of deer frantically made way for him when his spiritual pressure alerted them to his presence—he blinked in surprise at there being animals in the afterlife, though it now made sense at where they got the meat for the party the other day.
A significant temperature drop brushed his skin as the forests thinned and revealed his barren division. The cracked, stony ground had been coated in thicker and thicker ice as he stepped closer towards his oasis—which was now covered in snow and ice. It was unbearably cold, colder than anything he ever felt, and it only kept getting worse as he made his way to where he left Rukia and his spirits. He raised his spiritual pressure around him as a shield.
"Rukia?!" He called out into the frozen oasis, his heart beating faster with each step.
Yoruichi arrived next to him then looked around with twists of her head, her purple bangs fluttering at the corner of his eye. "You created this place?" She asked, eyes widened by the smallest inch.
He nodded and trudged through the snow and ice on his courtyard. His small field at the edge was empty, unlike the frozen lake. The ice glowed in a light blue sheen under the descending sun, and the scene unfolding over it nearly stopped his heart. He flash stepped towards the trio.
"Rukia…" he said, reaching his shaking hand out to her. Her skin was stark white, like a Hollow mask, and covered in a thin coat of crystal ice and mist. She struggled against purple Reishi bindings, highlighting a gaping hole in her chest and mouthless mask—a sleek mask with a single dark blue marking running down the side. Angled slits revealed her glowing sapphire-black eyes. Long, silver hair framed her form and glistened in mist.
His spirits watching with almost bored expressions. "What the hell did you two do to her?!" Ichigo demanded, waving his arm. Yoruichi rushed over to Rukia and checked her vitals. She glanced back and give him a worried look.
"Only what she asked for," His Hollow spirit said and dematerialised.
"It's for the best," Tensa added. "You have to admit she's way prettier with that hair." She fired a couple more bindings at Rukia. Her thrashing slowed as she looked at Ichigo, glowing blue eyes pierced into him.
"Why the fuck is she Hollowfying?! I thought you were going to just unlock her potential dammit!"
"Wha— Who's Hollowfying?" Tensa said and looked around the frozen lake.
Yoruichi looked back and forth between him and his spirit. "Are you sure she's sane?"
"Of course I'm sane."
"No! You're not!" Ichigo bellowed.
"Yes, I am."
"No-" Ichigo had enough. Rukia would be turned into a Visored like he had been and have to deal with the shit of an inner Hollow. His blood raged in thumps through his temples as he tackled Tensa onto the ice. A fierce growl erupted through his teeth. "Tensa Zangetsu! You will return her to normal! or else."
Yoruichi glanced back at him. Her mouth opened but closed a second later when Ichigo glared at her.
"But she is normal… Did you hit your head again Ichi?" Tensa asked, flashing him a sweet smile and tapping his head.
His vision darkened in a shade of red. "ARRHHHHH! Last chance!" he roared, then ripped off her see-through dress and narrowed his eyes. He still hadn't matched her power or skill in spars, so this had to be the only way to get anything out of her—through rough and forceful fucking.
She whistled and looked past him up into the sky. He pinned both her wrists over her head in one hand, then roughly fondled her large breast and squeezed her nipple gently. "TURN HER BACK TO NORMAL NOW!" He yelled into her face, hot blood pumped through his neck in a mix of fury and lust.
"Don't tell me you're going to do that right in front of me… Ichigo?" Yoruichi asked from behind.
He ignored her and started stroking her clit. She kept whistling.
"You asked for it," he said and forced his tongue into her mouth, roughly kissing her and savouring her sweet taste—much sweeter than Rukia. He made a mental note not to ever let that slip.
"No wonder Soifon's so obsessed—she has a secret thing for hot perverts you know?"
Consumed with lust again, he glanced to her before his self control kicked in. "I'll get to you after I'm done here." He turned his attention back to his spirit. He ripped off his own clothes and resumed fondling her with a deep kiss.
A sprinkle of snow fell in Rukia's inner world, covering the frozen rivers, lakes and pine trees in fluffy white ice. It had snowed in this world since the first time she visited during her academy days, and the current weather resembled what it was like back then.
She sighed and wandered down a snow covered path between lines of pine. "Sode no shirayuki? You there?" she called into the air. "I've got Chappies…"
No response, only the gentle crunching of her sandals against the fluffy ice. The serene landscape calmed her somewhat despite Ichigo's spirit's reassurance. However, only recently an endless blizzard subsided, a blizzard that haunted her long nights at the Kuchiki manor ever since she killed Kaien. She shook her head, discarding the depressing thoughts, and picked up a Chappy plushy lying on the ground.
"Ive got a Chappy for you…" she called again and waved the plushy.
"Rukia…" the soft voice of her spirit rang from behind—but it wasn't exactly her voice. It had a cutting edge much like Ichigo's Quincy-Hollow spirit. She turned and nearly dropped the plushy. A sleek Hollow mask covered the left side of Sode's face, ending in a jagged, crooked line just before her nose. An angled eye hole revealed a glowing blue pupil in black sclera.
She held out her hand and gestured for the plushy. "Well… are you going to hand it over?"
Rukia smiled as her heart slowed back down—Sode no shirayuki was still the same as usual. She reluctantly handed over the Chappy and looked around the forest floor for another. They were rare in her inner world, sometimes she'd find a plushy or giant stuffed animal or trinket even but that one Chappy was especially cute.
That was the only one unfortunately. She took a breath and looked back to her inner spirit—Ichigo was probably on his way and would freak if he saw her Hollowfication. "So how are we going to do this? Was the Chappy enough?" she asked, hoping her spirit would be easy on her this time.
"No… but its really simple," Sode began, playing with the plushy. "However I'm still annoyed over that Blizzard that lasted for decades." She looked up with mismatching eyes and put the Chappy away in her white robes—her new robes that made her look like a princess.
With a quick wave, Sode summoned a large, icy mirror, billowing in mist. Rukia swallowed as memories of that night played before her in a misty illusion—the night she took Kaien's life just to save her own. It wasn't her fault they said, it had to be done according to her captain—and even captain Shiba didn't blame her one bit.
"What's with the lingering guilt? Aren't you over him?" Sode said, her voice sharp.
"Of course, but its just—"
The mirror shattered under a wave of ice. Rukia flashed stepped out of the way and looked backed to her spirit. The normal half of her face glared at her. "Don't you have a new guy now?" She crossed her arms. "And you don't even need to start an affair this time."
Rukia growled and clenched her fists. "What— It wasn't an affair! We didn't do anything!"
"Hmmmph," she mumbled, staring her down.
Kaein was married of course, and they were dangerously close to starting an affair. Miyako had given her suspicious looks but smiled it off in the end, probably just wanting Kaien to be happy, even if it was without him or sharing him—just like what she had to do at the moment with Ichigo. She grimaced at their now two-time orgies.
"It wasn't an affair," Rukia said again.
"As you usually say. But you've already went all the way this time haven't you?" she asked, half smirking.
Rukia inwardly groaned for forgetting—of course her spirit knew. They shared the same soul after all and only represented different manifestations of their single being. Though she still infuriated Rukia at times, and not mentioning that she had to share all her Chappies as well. "So what? It's that pervert's fault for abusing his powers anyway." She rolled her eyes.
"Abuse of powers? Is that kind of like what's happening now?" Sode said, raising an eyebrow. "Hmmm?"
"It had to be done," Rukia said, her tone hardening. "I'm just looking out for our wellbeing so that idiot doesn't accidentally kill us." Which was true, somewhat, for her brother said her arm had been broken the other day thanks to Ichigo's carelessness. Perhaps she'd be able to heal herself with her new Hollow influence.
"And you're willing to go to these lengths to do it?" Sode asked after a minute, voice dropping to a sad whisper, then sighed. "If only you trusted yourself, you'd have realised the true potential your soul." She drew her blade and charged her spirit energy in a glow of white mist.
Rukia took a step back and drew her own matching sword. "Wait I thought you said it was simple."
"It is." She dashed at her in a uppercut of ice and snow.
Rukia flashed out of the way, focused her spirit energy into a tight concentration, and held her Zanpukto upside-down. "Some no mai, Tsukisiro!" Drawing a large circle under Sode, Rukia unleashed a pillar of ice.
Hollowfied spirit disappeared in an unfamiliar buzz, dodging Rukia's frozen tomb by many meters. "It's Sonido. Much easier to use than a Flash Step but only effective if your instincts are strong enough." With a flick of her blade, she released another wave of ice, twice as large as the last.
Rukia dodged again, hopping to the side in a clumsy flash step.
Her spirit appeared behind her in another buzz and thrust forward to impale.
She parried the blow two inches from her chest, the force flinging her bakwards.
"I thought you wanted to settle this quickly," Sode said, half-frowning.
Rukia also furrowed her brow and fired her own wave of ice. "Then I'll just have to do exactly that!" She readied her next followup, shaping her spirit energy into four channels. "Tsugi no mai, Hakuren!" she yelled, stabbing the ground four times then firing a beam of snow and ice along with another wave of ice for good measure.
Unalarmed and still, Sode stared at the avalance till the ice neared to within a few meters, then pointed her index finger towards the centre of the deluge. A pitch-black ball of Reishi grew at her fingertip. "Cero Oscurus," she muttered and fired an incredible rush of black ice.
The Cero eclipsed and disintegrated Rukia's feeble attack and tore through the lines of pine, throwing splinters of wood into the air under the Hollow pressure.
"What the—" Rukia whispered, and flashed stepped out of the way, breathing through tremors of fear on the branch of a frozen tree. She glanced behind her and swallowed as the black Reishi dissipated. The Cero left a wide, several mile long frozen trail of broken trees and dirt. A large, stuffed Chappy was suspended in a block of ice.
Her spirit appeared in front of her with another buzz. "Awwww…" she said, flashing a small half-pout. "Look at what you've done to that Chappy… It's all your fault." She lunged forward for another stab.
Rukia parried again with Shaking hands and flashed away, glaring at her crazy spirit. "Are you trying to kill me?! Is it because you're a Hollow now?!"
"Oh I just didn't want you to wreck my pretty new dress," she said, now smiling. "I would've had to wait till we both unlocked our Bankai to get it you know." Raising her blade, she released an avalanche of ice, crashing down on Rukia.
Another last second flash stepped saved her from being frozen in place. She clenched her jaw and calmed her breathing. Defeating her spirit would be impossible now—Sode transcended to a completely different level thanks to the Hollowfication. Her spiritual pressure couldn't even be sensed anymore. "What is it that I have to do here?" she asked, her voice shaking.
Her high pitched laugh rang through the frozen treetops. "Oh I just have to stab you through the chest with this sword here so that our new power stabilises."
Rukia gritted her teeth, hot irritation bubbling up her chest. "idiot! Why didn't you just say that in the first place?!" The Hollow influence really did change Sode—she was twice as infuriating now.
"Oh I just wanted to wait till your little Ichigo arrived. He's putting on quite the show right now you know," she said and buzzed in front of her.
Rukia narrowed her eyes but didn't bother asking what she meant. Her tone suggested her strawberry was doing something very perverted outside.
"Are you ready?" Sode asked, raising her white blade.
Rukia took a breath and nodded, bracing herself for the incoming pain. Her spirit lunged forward with both hands and pierced the centre of her chest all the way through.
Blood sprayed through the air but there was no pain. She looked down and jolted back an inch. Sode's blade stuck out of her chest, yet not a single needle of pain bit at her.
"Hmph…" ser spirit mumbled with a half-smirk. "I, Sode no shirayuki am apart of you. It's impossible for you to feel any pain when I run you through."
"idiot! I knew that!" Rukia said and looked away, blushing. She didn't know, but couldn't let her smug spirit win.
"Of course you did." Sode began glowing in bright, white mist. "That snowflake technique Ichigo taught you is quite fitting, don't you think?" she said, then enveloped Rukia in the entirety of their combined power through the link of the blade.
Gasping, she shot her hand to her chest as the spirit energy levelled out, and then collapsed back down—to the level of some of the older captains. "Wh- What happened?"
"You don't expect to be at your maximum in your base state do you?" Sode said and giggled. "You'd be accidentally chopping mountains in half."
Rukia deadpanned, pulled out her sword and tossed it back to her. No wonder Ichigo had been so dismissive of his own half-Hollow spirit. "Yeah I also knew that. I better check on strawberry…" she said with a glower. "Seeya around."
"Of course, you still haven't achieved your Bankai."
Rukia darted her eyes at her. "But you said your new outfi—" she began but was pulled out of her inner world in a quick transition of darkness. She blinked several times as the surroundings registered. She lay on a sheet of ice. Or rather the lake—the frozen lake—and her silky Shihakshou had been ripped in many place.
Yoruichi, who was also now there somehow, offered a hand which Rukia gladly accepted.
"Gave us a bit of a scare there," Yoruichi said and offered a smile. "Also might want to clamp down on your spiritual pressure a bit."
"Right, sorry," she said and closed her eyes to imagine the snowflake fractal; however, a moaning idiot broke her concentration. She spun around and her jaw dropped at the sight.
Ichigo knelt on the ice, having hot, rough sex with his Zanpukto spirit. Breathing ragged mouthfuls, he pounded into his spirit like he had been depraved of sex. Sweat dripping down his muscular body despite the ice and cold air. "Tensa Zangetsu! Are you going to turn her back to normal now?!" he yelled, vigorously fucking his spirit with his long, hard co—Rukia blushed and looked away.
Yoruichi peeked every couple of seconds, blushing and grinning at the sight.
"Wha— what are— you talking— about?" Ichigo's spirit said between moans and pointed to Rukia at the corner of her eye.
"ARRHHH!" Ichigo growled and fucked his spirit faster.
Rukia had enough. That pervert was insatiable. Not even three hours passed by and he was already at it again like he hadn't fucked in a week. "OI PERVERT!" she interrupted.
Ichigo spun his head around to head, eyes widening. "Rukia!" He skept thrusting into her, though at a slowing pace. "Did you beat your Hollow?" he asked, but didn't stop humping his spirit.
A small part of Rukia wanted to join in, but she clamped down on it hard. They already went at it three times earlier without restraint and somehow he still hadn't been satisfied. "There was nothing to beat. Sode no shirayuki is my inner Hollow," she said with a hard voice and glared at him, though a light blush coated her cheeks. It couldn't be helped.
"So when is it my turn Ichigo? You said I'd get it right after before…" Yoruichi said.
"Dammit! Wait till I make her cu—"
Rukia cut off the horny teen with a palm of her hand and snapped her eyes to Yoruichi. Her perverted strawberry hit on another woman apparently. "Yoruichi! Stop staring!" She crossed her arms. She would not share him with another if she could do anything about it—which she could now. Yoruichi's raised spiritual pressure was somehow smaller than hers now.
"Hmph," Yoruichi mumbled. "You're fine with my little bee enjoying him…" She looked at Rukia with big, sad eyes.
"No! I am not fine!" Rukia yelled and balled her fists.
Yoruichi gave her a pointed look. "Really? From that other time it looked like you couldn't satisfy him on your—"
"Lady Yoruichi!" the voice of Soifon exclaimed as she flashed stepped onto the lake. "I got worried when you didn't come back from the grocer—" she said but her jaw dropped as her eyes flickered over the unfolding scene. "WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?! YOU FUCKING PERVERT!"
"Captain Soifon," Rukia greeted disdainfully.
"Soi— fon! Wa— it your t— urn!" Ichigo spat at her with loud moans along with his spirit. "AHHHH!" He climaxed into his spirit in an explosion of sticky, white release. Rukia facepalmed in a fiery blush and looked away from the mess. She grabbed hold of both Soifon and Yoruichi's arms and pulled them away in a flash step—it was easy even with Soifon resisting.