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Chapter Twenty-Five:Every Day I Love You Less And Less:
Three full weeks had passed since the final battle against Aizen and his forces. Those three weeks had been hectic; they had been utter hell on Earth.
The damages to Seireitei and Rukongai, caused by the mayhem of the Menos Grande and the Espada were extensive and wide spread, it had taken a mass amount of funding in order for any amount of repair to be provided.
The Espada, excluding Stark and including Gin, had been tried by Central Forty-Six and the Captains of the Thirteen Court Guards as promised and what was even more important was that with the support of Ichigo, Stark, Unohana, Byakuya, Ukitake and Kyoraku, as well as Ichigo's friends and his father, the Central Forty-Six were compelled to pardon them on the agreement that they remained in Soul Society and each joined a Division and served as acting Hollow and Hueco Mundo Specialists to the Captains and Vice-Captains; on the understanding that after several years they would have a fourteenth Division made especially for the Espada. Gin was going to be stripped of his former status as a Taichou and forced to work his way back up, under the watchful gaze of Division Ten.
Isshin and Ryuken had returned to Karakura once their injuries had healed so that they could attend to the devastation their absences had made to their paper trays, and Isshin was eager to spend more time with Yuzu and Karin after his second brush with death.
Only a week after the battle, Byakuya and Renji came out about their relationship, the Kuchiki family accepted the young Fukutaichou after a heated argument with the family head, and he was now given the same respect by them as Byakuya was and to the outside world the couple seemed to be enjoyed the honeymoon period; in fact, one mentally scarred Sixth Division member recalled how very much they were 'enjoying' it when he had accidently walked into Abarai-Fukutaichou's office to find the red head bent backwards over his desk with the nobleman pounding his ass into the next millennium. It had been gossiped around Seireitei faster than you could say 'Senkaimon' but the two had simply brushed it off, neither denying it nor confirming that they have been caught with their pants down.
Urahara and Yoruichi had also stayed on at Soul Society to assist in the big clear up; Yoruichi had dedicated the majority of her time to assisting Soi-Fon in Division Two while Urahara was flitting between Divisions throwing helpful comments wherever welcome. Everyone welcomed the help with open arms, and Urahara had paved the way for the Vizards to remain as well, in fact they had been granted permission to return to Soul Society for… Well forever, they were reinstated as Shinigami Vizards, while they were not assigned to any Divisions and not promised to have a new division made they were content to remain in their own company for the majority of the time but offered their help to repair and restore Seireitei and Rukongai.
Back to Ichigo however: it had taken three days for the young man to wake from the slumber he had fallen into after closing the Garganta this was due to his body's need to rest and his reiatsus' need to restore itself after the extensive use. In that time, Stark had never left his side but he had been kept company by faint astral projections of Tensa and Shirosaki.
According to the pair, they would continue to be able to show themselves in such a manner for the rest of their lives, it was uncertain how they had managed to do so but no one cared so long as they were present to look after Ichigo.
When the young man had finally woken he had been smothered by hugs from all three males, plus being continuously prodded and poked by Unohana and Kurotsuchi.
Then, on the third week after the battle, Ichigo was up and about. In fact he was playing poker with Shinji, Yumichika, Grimmjow, Nnoitra and Kyoraku when a messenger arrived in the courtyard and bowed on one knee before them.
"I have a message from Yamamoto Genryusai-Taichou for Kurosaki Ichigo-sama." He told them.
Ichigo blinked, wondering why on earth the man had given him such a high status title, "Y… Yes? I'm Ichigo… What does the Old Man want?"
"There is a meeting in Division One. All Taichous, Fukutaichous, Espada and Vizards are asked to attend. Kurosaki-sama, you are the guest of honour. The meeting concerns you."
He faltered and frowned, "Okay… I'll be right there. Thanks."
"It is simply my job." The man replied before vanishing as fast as he had arrived.
Ichigo looked around at the group he was playing poker with, "Did you guys know anything about this?" he asked, seeing a collective smirk on their faces.
"Oh… Noooo…. Not at all…" Shinji grinned, "Ya'd better get a move on… Yama-Jii ain't patient."
"What about you lot?"
"Oh we'll be there before ya." Grimmjow smirked.
The berry frowned and stood up, straightening his kosode and hakama; he adjusted Zangetsu's shikai form blade in the holster of bandages on his back and sighed. He glanced at the group on the floor again suspiciously before turning and leaving.
He took a stroll through Division Eleven where he had been playing poker and sighed again slightly, wondering briefly where Stark had got to before being distracted by the greetings of several of Kenpachi's subordinates, however once they had passed he found himself sinking into his thoughts.
Since the battle, Ichigo had thought a lot about Aizen and he couldn't bring himself to feel guilty about how things had turned out, it had been something that was unavoidable. And although he knew in his heart he still loved Aizen very much… He knew he loved Stark more, and he knew that the former Espada would treat him and his family and friends properly. This was a darn sight better than what Aizen had managed to do.
As soon as he had woken from his three day hibernation, Ichigo had gone to see Gin to ask why Aizen had taken such outwardly warlike actions in the first place considering he was usually such a contemplative person. He had been shocked to discover that Gin had egged him into it, going as far as to suggest decimating half of Soul Society. When Ichigo asked him why he had done so, Gin simply replied that although it had never been the best plan it had been a plan to get Aizen and all his supporters out in the open together and provide the best chance at defeating them all in one fell swoop.
Ichigo jumped suddenly and came back to his senses as he was startled by a particularly strong gust of wind. He looked around, cursing as his single braid slapped him in the face. He sighed and took the waist long strand of braided hair between his thumb and forefinger, after his powers had returned to their current level the length of Ichigo's hair had also returned to normal except for one small clump at the base of his left ear. To his amazement, the hair not only reached down to his waist, it was also black and white. He insisted on keeping it and as such had it braided so there was orange, black and white. At first the others had teased him for it but over the course of the past three months they had come to like it as much as Ichigo and Stark did, it was a little piece of Tensa and Shirosaki in the outward world, and they seemed to appreciate it too whenever they appeared in their astral forms.
The berry sighed and shook himself out of his daze, smiling to himself as he continued on his way, not long after, arriving at Division One.
He felt a little nervous as he approached the gates and gave his name to the two guards who temporarily bared his way. They seemed happy to see him and gave him greetings of the highest enthusiasm before letting him in, insisting upon shaking his hand several times each.
He laughed it off nervously and as soon as the gates were open he shot inside like a bullet from a gun.
Once inside he followed the reiatsu emanating from Yamamoto's office. That was another thing, since having fought Aizen; gained all that unimaginable power and then loosing it again he had retained the ability to sense reiatsu at long last. Whereas before it had taken him all the concentration his mind could cope with to sense even the smallest glimmer of spirit pressure, he could now meet a random shinigami in the street and sense their reiatsu a hundred miles away. However that also meant he could now attempt to use Kido which he was more than a little apprehensive about. And of course… Byakuya had been chosen as his tutor for learning it. Whenever they had a lesson Ichigo landed up with more cuts and bruises than he did when scrapping with Rukia… The siblings were scarily alike.
Ichigo turned the corner and approached the office with his head held high and his shoulders pulled back, he could sense a lot of strong reiatsu coming from the room and swallowed, wanting to make a good first impression on whomever was inside.
"King… If ya'd wan'ed ta make a good impression maybeh ya shouldn't 'ave broken inta Soul Society as a Ryoka ta rescue tha midget." Shirosaki sniggered inside his inner world.
"Shaddap." Ichigo thought venomously, "Don't make me come in there and kick your scrawny ass into the next century."
"Tensaaaaaaaa! The King threatened meh!" the tattle-tail albino whined loud, Ichigo could almost see the pout on his face.
"You probably deserved it." Tensa mumbled from somewhere else in his inner world, perhaps his perch, "Ichigo… I believe something good is going to happen in that room. Try not to act like a blithering idiot."
"Wha?" Ichigo exclaimed in his thoughts, "When am I ever a blithering idiot? I have developed a brain!"
"You are so easy to wind up…"
"Oh… I see… You want me to come in there and kick both your asses!"
"Shiro… Ichigo threatened me too…"
"HAH!"
"God you two are childish." Ichigo sighed.
Ichigo finally came to a stop in front of the office door and lifted a hand, knocking gently before the door was opened on his behalf. When he walked inside he was slightly intimidated to find the Captains lined up in the usual ceremonial fashion, two lines facing each other. He also saw that the Vizards where lined up in the same way. His eyes then moved to the Fukutaichous who were stood beside their Captains on the right of each man or woman, and the Espada were lined up on the left of their designated Captain.
Beside Soi-Fon stood Zommari; Unohana was flanked by Szayel; Byakuya was looking a little sheepish with Renji on his right and Nnoitra on his left; Kyoraku was swaying slightly from alcohol consumption and his ward Grimmjow was being forced to help him stay upright; Hitsugaya and Matsumoto were fairly relaxed with Gin stood calmly on their left; Kenpachi and Barragan had been getting along very well and the former second Espada was quite content by the Eleventh Division's Captain; Kurotsuchi and Nemu were joined by Harribel on their left and Ukitake was stood beside Aaroniero. Ichigo looked up towards the Head Captain who was very intimidating with Ulquiorra stood beside him. Finally, Kira and Hinamori were stood in the place of the Captain's until their divisions were granted new Taichous.
Ichigo walked forwards slowly until he was stood between the two Captains at the end of the two lines and looked up towards Yamamoto. He swallowed a little apprehensively and cleared his throat, "I was told you wished to see me." The berry spoke quickly before falling very silent again.
"That is correct, Kurosaki Ichigo." Yamamoto rumbled, there was no amusement in his gaze, just cold hard justice.
Ichigo suddenly wished Stark was there to hold his hand before mentally slapping himself for being such a baby.
"Uhh… What for?" he asked after several minutes of silence.
"As you know, the Thirteen Court Guards have been three Captain's down since the betrayal of Aizen Sousuke, Tousen Kaname and Ichimaru Gin, the latter of whom has returned to us and will be given the opportunity to work his way back up to Captain status and perhaps be reinstated Captain of Division Three in time," Gin bowed his head, grateful for the opportunity presented to him, "However, this still leaves us with quite a conundrum. In a few years time the Espada will be given their own Division and a Taichou chosen to lead them and the Vizards have made a mini division of their own as well. But we still require three more Taichous, for Division Three, Division Five and Division Nine."
The old man paused again and Ichigo soaked up this information, still completely unsure where this was going. Yamamoto seemed to sense this and continued once more.
"On the order of Central Forty-Six and the feelings expression by all Captains present, as well as Urahara Kisuke and Yoruichi Shihouen, we wish for you to help us find a Captain for at least one of the Divisions."
Ichigo nodded slowly, "I can do that…" he murmured, "What do you need me to do?"
"Apply."
"Huh?"
There was an all around silence in the room and Ichigo gawped slightly and opened and closed his mouth over and over again in shock, "You… What? Huh?"
"Ichigo," Stark's voice suddenly appeared right behind him and made his hair stand on end, "It is the expressed will of everyone present and not present that you apply to become a Captain of the Gotei Thirteen."
Ichigo looked around at him slowly and saw in Stark's arms was a freshly made and printed haori. He swallowed, "But… What about my family? My friends? How would I explain this to them?"
"They already know." Stark murmured comfortingly, "Besides, your father can always bring Karin and Yuzu to visit considering he has got his shinigami powers back and you can always go there as well."
He opened and closed his mouth, looking around at the Captain's one by one, "You… You all asked for this?" he questioned.
"Naturally." Byakuya murmured without even opening his eyes.
"You have proven yourself again and again and never asked for anything in return. Think of this as your reward, become a Soul Reaper full time, you can train and become stronger, fulfil your full potential and do what you are good at." Yamamoto grumbled, looking back at the confused and lost young man.
Ichigo looked back at the Head Captain and swallowed, closing his eyes for a moment, "What do you think Tensa? Shiro?" he thought.
"It's a helluva offer." Shirosaki said instantly, "I reckon ya should go fer it!"
"Ichigo… It is true that this is a once in a lifetime offer, however you should consider what you truly want. After all it has been your ambition to become as strong as you could to protect the people who matter the most to you in this world or the next."
"I see… It's so difficult." He sighed, "… It would be amazing and I do have so many friends here… But I don't want to leave my friends and family in Karakura… What do I do?" he breathed.
"Ichigo…" the black haired Zanpakto soul appeared in his mind's eye and they looked at each other, "What does your heart tell you?"
He swallowed and sighed, looking down for a moment before he paced back and forth; they were soon joined by Shirosaki who stood next to Tensa and watched their King pacing.
Ichigo stopped finally and sighed again, looking back at them both before he walked over and put his arms around them both, "I know what I'm going to do."
"Alright King… We're wit' ya no matter wha'."
"We will support you with whatever you choose." Tensa agreed and kissed his forehead.
Ichigo nodded and left his inner world, opening his eyes as he found himself back in Yamamoto's office. He bowed his head suddenly, "I would happily accept your wish for my application to the Gotei Thirteen." He announced.
There was a paused before the room erupted into applause, the majority from the Espada and Vizards, Stark put his arms around Ichigo from behind and kissed the back of his neck softly, "Congratulations Ichigo." He murmured.
The berry blushed and smiled, "Thanks." He murmured, looking at the Vizards and Espada who were still cheering, he laughed and tried to hush them before looking back at Yamamoto, "What happens now?"
"Well I doubt there is really any need to run you through the official test seeing as we have all seen your power, know your personality and more than four Captains have already vouched for you so… I suppose we should jump straight to the main ceremony." Yamamoto replied.
"Ceremony?" he replied a little tensely.
After the meeting, Ichigo was rushed back to Byakuya's mansion by the said Taichou, Renji, Rukia and Stark.
Upon arrival, his Zanpakto was taken from him by frantic servants and he was lead up to Byakuya's private suite. The four other people pushed and pulled him into the massive set of en-suit rooms; Ichigo was stunned by the size of the rooms, the first set of doors they went through from the hall lead into a small private lounge with a large corner leather suite sofa and several large comfortable looking chairs. There was a huge rug in the middle and the walls were a very pale blue, like bluebells.
On the right, Renji informed him from personal experience, was a small drink's parlour and on the left was another door to the bedroom. Inside the bedroom were two further doors, one leading to the bathroom and the other to the walk in wardrobe and changing room.
Ichigo was dragged by Byakuya and Rukia into the bedroom, making Ichigo blush profusely and they shoved him into the bathroom with Stark.
Ichigo tried to leave again, complaining loudly but Byakuya pointed Senbonzakura at him, "On the pride of the Kuchiki household I will see you look presentable for this ceremony. Bathe and wash that darn grime of your body or I will be forced to have Rukia take photographs of you in the nude and blackmail you with them."
The berry squealed and nodded; "Yes, sir!" he exclaimed and shut the door.
Stark had already begun to run the bath for him while he'd argued with the Sixth Division Captain. The former Espada added a delicate scent to the water and it began to froth with thick bubbles.
The brunette looked up at him and smiled, "Strip." He grinned a little deviously.
Ichigo blushed slightly and untied his obi and put it on the chair in the corner, followed by his sandals, socks and kosode. He smirked and teasingly started to lower his hakama, making Stark's full attention become fixed upon his swaying hips.
Stark felt heat pool in his groin as he watched Ichigo's hips sway and his hakama slowly sliding down his lean tanned legs; he let out a small groan and turned the taps off, walking over to him slowly and resting his hands over the berry's. He leaned down and began kissing his neck slowly and heatedly, slicking his tongue over his warm flesh.
Ichigo's breathing increased slightly and he closed his eyes, feeling his hakama and boxers drop to the floor; he tilted his head back and pressed against Stark as he felt a prang of arousal shoot through his whole body like an electric shock.
The former Espada abruptly scooped Ichigo's naked form up and dropped him in the bath, laughing loudly at his expression and watched as he resurfaced with a hairful of bubbles.
"W-W-What was that for?" Ichigo spluttered.
"I apologise for teasing you, Ai." He murmured, crouching at the bath edge, "But there is only an hour or two until the ceremony and you have much yet to do. You must wash quickly. You have my word I shall make it up to you tonight. I feel that we have much to celebrate privately and if you desire it… I shall happily join you in your bed tonight."
Ichigo had blushed at the nickname 'Ai' meaning 'love' and found himself smiling gormlessly at him as he spoke, he blushed harder as he realised what he was insinuating and bit his lip, "I… I'd like that…" he nodded, feeling like a virgin all over again.
Stark smiled and kissed him softly, standing up slowly and looking down at him, "Very well, I shall join you then. Now, please wash and prepare yourself for the onslaught Byakuya-san is about to put you through. He is traditional to the extreme after all."
Ichigo did as instructed, washing himself in the delicious smelling water, scrubbing his hair and untying the braid behind his ear, making sure to wash that as well. He scrubbed his body and contemplating his plans for later that evening he picked up the razor which had been left there for him and shaved in his usual places before washing once more and rinsing off before clambering out. He wrapped a towel around himself and dried swiftly, pulling on the bathroom yukata and heading back into the bedroom.
In the bedroom there was now a dais situated for him to stand on. Byakuya and Rukia were ready and waiting with a traditional looking man's kimono for him to wear. He groaned inwardly as he was forced onto the dais, squeaking as the yukata was ripped away; he covered himself shyly and watched as Rukia was ushered from the room.
Byakuya returned with Stark and the two set about dressing Ichigo. When they were done he was clad in a pale apple green kimono with a sea green obi around his waist to tie it shut. His long strands of black, white and orange were braided for him by Byakuya and his Zanpakto was returned to him newly cleaned and highly presentable. Ichigo placed the giant sword on his back in the sheath of bandages and looked at himself in the mirror, hardly able to believe what was about to become of him.
The berry glanced up as Stark ran a brush through his hair for him, wincing whenever he caught a knot. The brunette chuckled at him and kissed his cheek before putting the brush down and getting changed himself.
Ichigo watched through the mirror as Stark stripped down to his boxers, making all kinds of dirty thoughts shoot through his mind; Stark was then helped into an elegant midnight blue kimono with silver stars embroidered into the material, as well as a thick silver obi around his middle holding it shut. Ichigo sniggered inwardly as he realised he was practically drooling over the strong man.
The soon to be captain shook his head and cleared his throat, brushing a hand through his hair. The pair both turned around as Byakuya re-entered the room clad in a deep purple kimono with a blossom pink obi, and he escorted Rukia who was clad in a pretty baby yellow kimono with Sode no Shirayuki sheathed at her side. Renji trailed in behind them in a burgundy kimono.
"You alright Ichigo?" the midget asked with a smile.
"A little nervous…" he admitted, "It's so unbelievable."
"You will be fine Ichigo." Byakuya murmured calmly, briefly patting his shoulder comfortingly.
Ichigo chuckled weakly, "You know Byakuya… You are so much nicer now you're getting laid regularly." He teased, making the noble go a shocking shade of red.
"Ichigo you twat." Renji muttered as he straightened his kimono.
The berry sniggered at the both before relaxing into the hold of his favourite brunette as his arms found their way around his waist from behind,
Rukia rolled her eyes at him before checking the time, "Nii-sama, we should be leaving now." She proclaimed.
Byakuya nodded, eradicating the blush from his face and clearing his throat, "Ichigo, Stark are you both ready to leave?"
"Yeah." They nodded.
"Good… Please followed me." He murmured.
Stark and Ichigo held hands a little shyly as they walked, following the nobleman quietly; the berry remained relaxed as Stark continuously rubbed soothing circles into the back of his hand with his thumb and smiled at him gently.
As they returned to the First Division Ichigo's nervousness returned. They entered the division and headed towards a room Ichigo had not previously noticed. Byakuya came to a stop in front of it and glanced back at Ichigo whose back instantly stiffened in preparation.
The doors opened and Byakuya, Renji and Rukia led the way inside.
Ichigo looked around slowly, again the Captains were all present as well as the Espada and Vizards however everyone had changed into ceremonial kimonos; while the captains still wore their haori over the top of theirs. He also saw that Yumichika, Ikkaku and the Fukutaichous were present.
The berry watched as Byakuya, Renji, Rukia and Stark took their places, leaving Ichigo alone in the middle of the room with everyone looking at him. Swallowing his nerves he walked forwards until he was stood in front of Yamamoto directly.
The elderly man opened his eyes and looked at the younger man; he held his hands out, "Your Zanpakto." He ordered, waiting impatiently for the berry to unsheathe Zangetsu and place the giant blade in his hands, "Kneel Kurosaki Ichigo."
Ichigo swallowed but suddenly… All his worries disappeared and he felt a sense of immense calm wash over him. All his battles, all his emotional progressing, every ounce of his willpower to protect had brought him here. It was a natural progression.
He knelt down before him on one knee, resting his fingertips on the floor either side of his legs as he waited for the next step.
Yamamoto cleared his throat, "Kurosaki Ichigo, the way of the Shinigami is to protect souls who have passed from one life to the next and to ensure they can rest in peace. Will you strive to protect them?"
"I will."
"The job of the Shinigami is to purify the fallen plus souls who have become hollows and help them find the light. Will you strive to guide them?"
"I will."
"The duty of the Shinigami Taichou is to commit to both of the former as well as work to defend their subordinates and be the best they can possibly be. Will you strive to defend your subordinates in the face of death and stay loyal to the Soul King and your superiors?"
"I will."
"Are you prepared to give your life to defend, protect and serve?"
"I am."
"Raise your head."
Ichigo looked back at the Head Captain unflinchingly and watched as Zangetsu was lifted with the butt of the hilt facing him, without warning the butt was stamped against his forehead, for a moment the spot glowed silvery before fading again.
Yamamoto looked down at him and slowly returned the Zanpakto horizontal, "Rise Kurosaki Ichigo, Taichou of the Gotei Thirteen."
Ichigo stood up slowly and looked back at him, "Thank you." He murmured with a bow of his head for respect.
"As the Head Captain of the Gotei Thirteen I appoint you, Kurosaki-Taichou as the Captain of Division Five."
His eyes widened momentarily at his choice before he nodded, "I accept your decision." He replied calmly.
"Stark-san, please come forward." Yamamoto said suddenly.
Ichigo looked around in surprise and watched as the brunette strode forwards confidently with an article in his arms, entrusted for safe keeping perhaps.
Stark inclined his head once to the Head Captain before turning to face Ichigo; he offered a smile before shaking out the article in his arms and revealing the freshly printed Fifth Division Captain's haori. Ichigo swallowed and turned around, letting Stark slide the sleeveless white coat up over his arms and onto his shoulders, where it then flowed freely. Yamamoto stepped forwards and held Zangetsu out to Ichigo who gladly accepted his Zanpakto back and sheathed the blade on his back.
He bowed once more to the Head Captain before turning to the other Captains, "Thank you for your recommendations." He called out, "I will do my best to uphold the honour of you all and to do my duty as a Captain."
When he fell quiet there was a moment of silence before a brief round of applause broke out and Ichigo went and stood in his place beside Byakuya, with Hinamori on his right hand side, moments later, Stark joined him on his left hand side.
After the official ceremony Ichigo had been subjected to a sea of congratulations from the former Espada, the Fukutaichous and warm welcomes from the other Taichous. It turned out to be a very long afternoon and he was glad when it finally ended, though the whole experience had left him even more eager to be in bed with Stark when they were finally alone once again. He felt like his own 'private' celebration and from the furtive glances he kept getting from his brunette he could tell Stark was thinking the same thing.
Finally, Stark rescued Ichigo from the sea of people and they snuck out of the ceremony hall and darted away, back to Byakuya's mansion.
Just outside their room Stark reeled Ichigo into a warm, loving embrace, the berry felt the overwhelming scent of vanilla and pine wood coiling off of the former Espada. He buried his face into his neck and inhaled further, shivering slightly before pulling back just enough to brush their lips. They looked at each other for a moment and then let their silent desires take over, crushing their lips together in a heart breaking kiss. Stark fumbled with the door for a moment and then lead Ichigo into the bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind them.
A/N: I know I'm evil leaving you all on the verge of a lovely smutty scene *insert evil laugh*
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