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I don't organize my fanart past putting it one folder so there's stuff there for a bunch of stories. The latest one for this is of Hitsugaya and Hinamori getting married by Dwellin. Its beyond gorgeous and even if you don't like the couple you should go look at it.
Big thank you to VioTanquil who got this chapter out in record time!
"Aoi!"
Aoi groaned and rolled over, protesting the shout of her name. Soifon sighed and walked into the bedroom where her daughter was sound asleep, the crown of her blue hair the only indication that she was in the mess of blankets. Soifon seized the edge of the comforter and, with a quick snap of her wrist, drew it off Aoi's body. Grey eyes remained closed as she rolled over.
"I'm sick," she protested.
"Really?" Soifon arched an eyebrow, "you seemed fine when you went to bed last night."
"I'm sick now," Aoi whined peering one grey eye open in fake misery. Soifon sighed and put her hands on her hips, raising an eyebrow in her direction. Aoi squirmed under the scrutiny before she sighed, "well I could be sick! Just because you and daddy don't get sick doesn't mean I couldn't!"
"Teeth, now," Soifon said pointing at the bathroom.
She watched her daughter slouch off with an odd mix of emotions that always seemed to come up where Aoi was concerned. By human years, Aoi was near thirty but in Soul Society she wasn't even old enough to go into the academy. She had been a bit of a mess when Grimmjow disappeared, though she tried to hide it. Unfortunately when she fainted during a training mission she had woken from her utterly shameful episode to find herself in the Fourth Division and Unohana standing there with an explanation. Though the word 'hormones' was not the explanation she was looking for, the cause of such things was far worse. It was impossibly to deny the physical aspect of her relationship with Grimmjow but to think she was carrying a child? It was ridiculous and stupid and thinking those things changed nothing. A handful of months later she was holding a bundle of blue haired baby and wondering what the hell she was supposed to do with it.
As it turned out, she was supposed to raise it. She had risen to challenges before. Leaving the servitude of the Fon family, becoming the Captain of the Second Division, working with a woman who she had wanted to arrest for her deeds--and she had risen to the challenge of being a mother. Now she had a devious daughter who enjoyed beating up Ichigo's child and considered her and Hiyori the two strongest women in the world. Soifon watched as Aoi darted back into the room, throwing on her smaller than usual Shinigami uniform and tying her hair into her standard pigtails. She kept talking about getting hair like Soifon's but Soifon had put her foot down. Aoi had strange enough hair without adopting a unique style like hers. Aoi's grey eyes found the clock and widened in surprise.
"Oh no!" she shrieked, "I'm gonna be late! Books! I need my--" Soifon held out a carrying case, "Thanks mom!" she grabbed the case, kissed Soifon's cheek and took off, "Love you mom!"
"Love you too!" Soifon called after her daughter as she raced towards her lessons.
Soifon watched her run off. She took a deep breath as she heard the door slam shut, her eyes closing. Last night had not been easy. She had barely slept a wink, haunted by the blond man with the devilish grin. He remembered them now--he remembered her and she was not sure how to feel about that. If she had been the same fierce, cold woman who he had fallen for, maybe it would be easy. But she was different now. Though she was not soft or happy or even that different, she had changed. He didn't know about the daughter they shared. It was so horribly cliche that she had no idea how to deal with it. What was she supposed to say when he found his way back to Soul Society? Her eyes drifted over to the nightstand where a handful of pictures rested.
The one closest to her was of her and Grimmjow at Ichigo and Rukia's wedding. They were both dressed nicely, her in that dark purple dress and he in his robes. Neither had been aware of the picture being taken. She was standing against the wall, her arms crossed as she glared up at him, a faint twist to her lips. He was looking down at her, his arm against the wall near her body, his grin a sharp contrast to her own smaller smile. Anyone with eyes could tell Aoi was Grimmjow Jeagerjaques's daughter; even Aoi knew. She had pried every detail of her father from Soifon, though in hindsight Soifon realized that mentioning his rivalry with Ichigo might have not been the best idea in the world. Her daughter had picked up on it rather quickly and Ryo was far too happy to go in with that rivalry. Thankfully it was a good natured one, she didn't know what she'd do if one day they decided to really go at it.
Unfortunately the rivalry between her daughter and that of Ichigo Kurosaki's son was not the only one going on in Soul Society. Boredom had a way of skewing things and this was no different. Perhaps it was the tattoos or maybe it was the fact that they were both male-heavy Divisions now but whatever reason the Sixth and the Ninth Divisions had declared a war on each other. Kensei and Byakuya ignored it but Renji and Hisagi seemed all too happy to compare tattoos, scars and divisions the second they got a few drinks in them which, now that Matsumoto was back, was quite often. Things were not helped by their Fifth Seats either.
"Gods know I think this rivalry between your divisions is bullshit but at least it stays with girls. Or it did, until you two idiots came along! Tell me, exactly why I shouldn't feed you to Komamura?"
"Because Captain Komamura doesn't eat people?"
Shinji looked at the snickering men in front of him, wondering if their mothers would be really all that upset if they didn't come home. To his right was Kohaku Shihouin, Heir Apparent to the House Shihouin. More than likely he would go to the Second Division someday--on the off off chance he could learn to keep his mouth shut long enough to learn stealth. He was older now, his blond hair as messy and overly long as his fathers. His amber eyes were as bright as when he was young. Encircling his upper arm, revealed by the sleeveless uniform he wore, was a massive tattoo of a dragon. Somewhere in the flames that spiraled out of its mouth was a 69, something that had become the moniker for the Ninth Division of which Kohaku was the proud Fifth Seat.
Death suited Oscar rather well. He aged at a normal rate, looking about the same age as Kohaku did now. He too had matured both in power and in appearance. The rumor was that Byakuya had accepted him into the ranks of the Sixth Division because Oscar was related to him--though distantly--and the last thing they needed in the world was more embarrassment on the Kuchiki name because his sister decided to marry Ichigo. Oscar had proven himself to be well suited to the Division, toeing the fine line between its eccentric Lieutenant and its uptight Captain, even if he did call him Uncle Byakuya occasionally. Much like his best friend he was the Fifth Seat of the Division.
Given the revelations of recent, Shinji had a feeling that the two of them were going to be needed far more. He had been worried that Sun Sun's less high power as an Arrancar might have prevented her from being allowed the same chance but there she was along with the rest of them--which meant Hisagi was probably going to be wrapped up in that. The Sixth was probably going to be completely useless. Halibel in that scarlet dress was bad enough for poor Byakuya who still wasn't admitting harboring anything past respect for the ex-Espada. But he had a feeling the worst was going to be for Renji. Nel had never been shy about the physical aspect of her relationship with the ruby haired Lieutenant but there was a difference between that and Nel in thigh high leather boots.
"Normally I would make you all clean that mess up and convince Komamura that humans are tasty but given the unfortunately real prospect of your Division superiors becoming, well, useless, you two can just go back--"
"Sweet!"
"And be disciplined by your superiors."
"No!" they both cried at the same time, "discipline us! Please!"
"You know how the Captain gets when girls are involved!" Oscar cried, "he's going to kill me!"
"Yeah! The newbies are still new enough that my Captain's really not in a good mood. I mean I could 'cat' it or go hide behind Auntie Nemu but, uh, its not gonna be fun either way."
"All valid points," he said, "All things you should've thought about before destroying those buildings. Now go!"
The two slouched off. Shinji sighed and leaned back in his chair. He used to be able to get in trouble like them but now he had to be the Commander General. It was still odd to think that he held such a position, even though he had been in charge of everything from rag tag groups to formal Divisions. The sound of a door opening didn't sway him as orderly steps announced the people he had requested to see. Three people walked in. Shinji opened his eye to see Byakuya, Renji and Hisagi standing in front of his desk. He sat forward and looked at the three of them.
"You three," Shinji looked at Byakuya, Hisagi and Renji, "You're going to the transient world."
"Huh?! Why?!"
"We can't help them, but I'm not going to leave a Captain, three Vice Captains and two Seated Officers alone. You're going with Hisagi to make sure things go fine. You will say nothing about this world, who you are or any of that. As it turns out, Mr. Winters is about to receive a shipload of drugs from Japan."
He held up a picture of a businessman who bore a striking resemblance to Byakuya, right down to the haughty eyes.
"It seems this man has just been assassinated. Captain Kuchiki, you're going to be him because finding men with sticks as far up their asses as this guy is rather impossible," he looked at Renji, "you're going to be his assistant."
"His what?!" Renji demanded.
"His assistant, like its a stretch," he snorted, "And Hisagi, you're going to be a low level drug trafficker, you can pull off the part. You also get to interact with Sun Sun."
The three of them gaped at him.
"You three are going to be useless anyway," he said, "you two are openly in love and you--" he shook his head, "don't get me started on you. Get ready, discipline Oscar and Kohaku and then you're off to face the girls," they started at him, "go."
The three men stared at him like he had grown a second head. Shinji met their gaze squarely before they turned and filed out. The second they were outside, Renji groaned and pressed his hand to his forehead. Byakuya looked at him blankly while Hisagi gave him a sympathetic glance. Byakuya looked between the two of them.
"Abarai, what is wrong with you?" he demanded looking at his Lieutenant.
"Oh shut up! You're girlfriend isn't wearing thigh high leather boots!"
"I fail to see how that is an issue, Abarai," Byakuya said coolly.
"Yeah, you would," Gin snorted, falling in line with the group of them. Byakuya looked puzzled, "only you could have a girl who walked around with half her breasts hanging out look at you like Halibel did and not make a move."
"I do not see how her breasts should influence my feelings towards her," Byakuya said coolly.
"Oh you poor, sheltered rich boy," Gin said with a dramatic sigh, "that would explain so, so much about you and your 'relationship' with our dear Halibel."
"Captain Halibel and I are fellow Captains and comrades, nothing more."
The three men laughed as if he had just said something truly amusing.
Byakuya failed to see their point.
The sealed bag landed on the desk in front of her with a loud echo. Kylie whipped her head around to see a less than pleased looking Patrick staring down at her, his emerald eyes anything but their usual calm. She sighed and picked up the bag, turning the plastic over with careful hands. Inside was what appeared to be a man's jacket. She frowned and looked up at Patrick.
"There's a drug on that jacket," he said, "I need to know what it is."
"Alright," she said picking up the jacket.
"Kylie, you have to keep her away from Nick," Patrick said leaning forward. Kylie looked over at him, "Noel's gonna be watching him like a hawk now."
"You know I don't have any control over where she goes," Kylie said opening the jacket and beginning to swab it, "If I did, we wouldn't be in this mess," she sighed with a shake of her head.
"Kylie, I'm serious," he said, "She's in enough danger as it is. I don't want anyone else to get hurt in this mess."
Kylie sighed and looked at the jacket in her latex covered fingers. She had told Isabelle that he was a bad idea the moment he walked into the club she was singing at. But she had done, as she usually did, whatever the hell she wanted to do. So now they were in the middle of something they had no business being in. If only Isabelle knew the effect she had on men. Noel was perfectly aware of it, she knew how to use it to her advantage. Isabelle didn't. If she did Kylie had a feeling she'd be as unstoppable as the blond woman.
"Did Nick seem, well, different to you?" she asked.
"Yes," Patrick answered instantly, "that's why I want to know what he's on."
She nodded.
"So," she said deftly changing the subject, "I heard you were teaching today," Patrick's emerald eyes narrowed furiously, "that stupid huh?" she asked with a smile.
"The trash they let into that school now is disgusting," he said.
"You're just mad because they didn't like you," she said with a smile as she sealed the bag up again. He glared coldly, "you know if you smiled more they'd like you more."
"If I had any interest in securing a teaching position, I would take that advice to heart. As it is, though I am paid for many things, my smile is not one of them."
Kylie smiled as she stood up.
"Oh, and the Commissioner wants to talk to us about the situation with Ms. Winters, according to Ms. Measures it seems that there is going to be a drug trafficker coming to the house, we have to make sure Nick's ready."
Patrick said nothing but privately he did not think there was a force on this earth would have Nick be ready for Noel after she shot him.
Unfortunately, that was the least of their worries.
"How the fuck is he still alive?!"
Keoni glanced upwards from the paper he was reading. Noel strode across the room, pacing like a caged animal. It was early in the morning, apparently the news had been delayed probably because of fear of her reaction. Dressed in a slip of navy silk and creme lace, she was the perfect cross between angel and demon as she strode across the hardwood floor of her bedroom. Keoni was one of the few to be granted the honor of entering the bedroom without the promise of a lot of pain--he also happened to be missing out on a lot of pleasure but he was more than capable of dealing with that. Noel spun around, her blond hair fanning out to follow the furious movement.
"I shot him. I though those idiots would be more than capable of finishing off a shot man."
"According to the doctors, they did," he said lowering the paper, "it just happens that the doctors brought him back."
Her fists clenched furiously at her sides as she glared at him before turning around and walking over to the wardrobe. Without a glance in his direction she pulled open the bottom drawer of her dresser and pulled out a pair of lace topped stockings. Practiced motions slid the sheer material up the length of her crème leg, first right then left before she pulled the silk slip over her head. Keoni ignored the sight that many would kill to see as she pulled on pale yellow lace that had her looking deceptively innocent. It was a role, just as much as any other she played and the silky crème colored dress she pulled over her head was just another prop. The dress was not too low, the sleeves came almost to her elbows and the knee length skirt fanned out thanks to the petticoat underneath. A pair of pale pumps completed the ensemble as Noel sat at her vanity and set about making her eyes look deceptively large and innocent. Pale rose adorned her lips in a trade from her usual sharp pink. A handful of delicate gold jewelry completed the lie before she stood up and examined her final result.
"May I caution against this?" Keoni suggested, "Perhaps visiting him so soon is a bad idea--"
"If I don't visit him, my father will think I had something to do with this. The last thing I want is for him to think I lost control. Not with him so close to death."
The practicality with which she stated such a thing was yet another thing that Keoni was accustomed to when it came to Noel. Since the relatively young age when she had learned what her family did, Noel had found that her gender would prevent her from taking her place as the Head of the Family. So she had set out to change things, learning to become a leader of an international Crime Syndicate. She did not want to become the best leader for them; she wanted to be the only person that her father would even consider to name his heir. It was tradition that bound her and tradition she was going to change. Unfortunately, the fact of the matter was tradition and experience were against her; in fact they were in favor of her Uncle. Keoni knew that Noel would stop at nothing to see that she was the head of the family and not her Uncle, but by the same token, he would do anything to ensure that he was the one at the head.
And so the greatest power struggle in the criminal underworld in the last fifty years was underway.
Straightening up, Noel brushed her hands down on her skirt and walked out of the room. Keoni sighed and stood up, following her out of the room as her bodyguard, advisor and probably her closest friend in the world. Now the two of them were going to the hospital in what was probably the most foolish idea in the past fifty years. Even so, Noel had made up her mind and when she did, the rest of the world either got in line or got out of the way.
Keoni preferred to do the first option.
Keoni is a hawaiian name associated with Tiki masks of which Dondochakka has one. Thus, Keoni is Dondochakka!
Please review! We were doing so well a couple chapters back, come out of the shadows and click that green button! You anonymous people, I accept those reviews too! Click the button, you don't even have to have an account.
Oh and Renji/Nel and Grimm/Soi appear in Terebellum. Especially Renji/Nel because there aren't enough fics out there about them.
Updates soon.
