A very good day/evening everyone!
I proudly present Chapter XXXVI.
Disclaimer, reminder and warnings all as per usual:
Friendly reminder: this story will be slightly AU and some characters might be OOC. For anyone who is not into YAOI, please do not read any further, this is not going to be your cup of tea :) By now, all of you who are continuing to read on and supporting me, I know you know what this story is about, so fear not and please read on :D
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WARNINGS: Spoiler alertfor anyone who is not up to date with the manga and only watched the anime!Somewhere along the way might contain, but is not limited to include: dark themes, suicidal thoughts, heavy sexual contest, yaoi (again xD) and some other themes not suitable for under-age reader. Read at your own risk and discretion! :3
I know, I know. I was really mean last chapter with the cliffhanger. Can't say I'm terribly sorry. By the way, I loved your comments and thoughts on who appeared to save the day ;)
To break the tension I caused, I worked double hard and fast to get this one out. Enjoy!
Chapter XXXVI
It was a pleasant day for one content Zanpakuto. A bright and warm sun caressed its huge white frame, green grass covered miles upon miles of terrain near a little house with modern equipment. Zangetsu caught himself humming and purring every now and then. It was one of those rare days he was lazing around and relaxing within his Inner World.
With Ichigo's birthday, there was no need for him to be active nor visible to little Ichi. Both parents were busy either working or watching the birthday-boy. Besides, yesterday he had spent the entire day outside in the Material World, taking care of Ichigo and listening to his chit-chat.
It was adorable. The little one somehow knew that Zangetsu could understand what he was saying and could easily tell if the other was actively listening or pretending. Another thing which came as a surprise, was when Ichigo started calling him Zan-kun. Since he never mentioned his name, it was a great satisfaction to know his wielder was already unlocking their potential. Not like he could even speak or tell Ichigo anything in his first Adjucha form. He'd have to wait until he reached Vasto Lorde level before he had any chance at replying with words.
Nonetheless, it felt amazing to have Ichigo talking and calling him out to play without restricting him to their shared mind-scrape. Sometimes they would have fun in Ichigo's room, but most of the time, they played in the gardens. When Ichigo saw how much Zangetsu liked the grass, the child spent a lot of time trying to get the same material in their Shared World. The kid had come one night, when Zangetsu was fast asleep, and created the unbelievable grass. Naturally, after he made it, the exhausted child fell fast asleep no top of Zangetsu's back. When he woke up, Zangetsu's astonishment had been so palpable and tangible that it startled Ichigo up. The pure joy that radiated from the Zanpakuto had been all the little one needed to know he had done a good job.
It had been a great day for the both of them. Zangetsu spent the whole time running and chasing Ichigo, first within their Inner World and then, when Ichigo got roused, in the garden. From day to day, Ichigo would leave the garden's safe-zone and explore outside the barrier and house perimeters. Whenever that happened, Zangetsu made sure he was always at hand and could help Ichigo find the way home.
When taken to the park, Ichigo stayed close to his parents. It was very rare for Ichi to wander and get lost. Not surprisingly, it always happened when Ichigo and his dad were alone. The foolish male tended to be over-exuberant and easily left Ichi out of sight which, in turn, lead to Ichigo wandering a little too far from reach.
Oh well… it's not like Ichigo could help it. It came natural to the boy, especially with so many spirits and souls in Karakura Town. The sorrow of the forgotten souls acted like a sirens' call and Ichi couldn't help but search for those individuals to alleviate them of their burden. In time, the child would learn how to send them off to Soul Society, however, for now, it was a bit too early. Zangetsu strongly believed Ichigo should enjoy his infancy. Slaughtering Hollows and saving pluses could wait and would be on stand-by until Ichi was mature and strong enough to wield him properly.
Zangetsu made a habit to try and stay passively-aware of things going on outside whenever he was stuck in their Inner World. It was relatively easy, although, he did fall asleep very often during such attempts.
He was on the verge of falling asleep when one of Ichigo's thoughts made him grunt in displeasure. 'Grown-ups are odd and scary.' Zangetsu made sure to let his resentment known with an unhappy growl Ichigo was very familiar with. The response of: 'Not you, Zan-kun. Zan-kun is the best!' placated him back into a content Zen-like-state. To reassure the little one everything was fine, he let an audible purr before completely letting himself go.
Such fleeting ideas were exceedingly common whenever Ichigo's father was around. Thus, Zangetsu didn't check whom warranted such a comment. Had he noticed, he would have asked Ichigo to stay as far away from the foreign entities as he could. Alas, what to do? He had succumbed to his slumber before considering that there might be a threat. One that had restrained him once before...
Back in Seireitei, we find one Kuchiki Byakuya deeply immersed in paperwork and his personal thoughts. The stoic Taichou may look the same as ever, but there was a ragging storm of conflicting emotions running rampart inside his soul. Watching him from the outside, he exuded calm and serenity as was expected of the 28th Head of the Kuchiki Noble House.
He is 5'11', has intelligent slate gray eyes and long black hair he keeps up in five intricate white headpieces called kenseikan. These kenseikan symbolize his noble status as the head of the Kuchiki Clan. Three of these headpieces are on top of his head and another two on the right side. In addition to the standard captain uniform, he wears a white scarf made from silver-white, windflower light silk. Reiou forbid he ever the his mansion without it. It is a family heirloom, handed down from generation to generation and given to each head of the Kuchiki Household. The scarf alone is worth ten mansions in Seireitei. On his hands, he wears finger-less white tekkō which only cover the back of his hands.
Yes, he appears as normal as ever. Yet, if you are careful enough and pay attention to the slight an irregular twitch on his right hand, you'll notice the small difference from the everyday monotony. The tics themselves are an irregularity and are caused by deep thoughts which are making the Taichou unfocused to the task at hand. Fortunately, he was well used to filling most forms. Thus, his hand glides through the paperwork on autopilot. It is a secret custom and trick he uses. Whenever he is in an unsettled mood, much like today, he selects a specific set of papers, thus avoiding any possible errors along the way.
One might be wondering just what was causing his inner turmoil. Especially considering it was a calm, sunny day, with a perfect slight summer breeze. No accidents, no broken buildings caused by fights from the members of the Eleventh Division, no explosions from the Twelfth, no screaming of lunatic fan-girls coming from the direction of the Fifth. Who knows, perhaps, the unnatural tranquility is precisely what bothers the apathetic Taichou.
No, he is well aware that's not it but a completely different matter. He had known for years now that a certain cretin from a lower branch of the Kuchiki Clan, plotted against his inherited title as Head of the Noble House. The unsettling thing is the fact that, up to now, nothing major occurred. Byakuya had long ago learnt to deal with assassination attempts both toward his own person and against family members. The lack of successful attacks, was frying his nerves with anxiety.
One of the many reasons he had insisted Rukia was adopted as soon as possible, besides his promise to Hisana, was for the girls' own safety. Her looks resembled Hisana to such an extent that anyone would have guessed the two had been related. Having introduced Rukia to the ways of the Kuchiki Clan, he made sure to have her assigned to a Division of the Gotei 13 right away. Which better Squad to ask for such a favor than the Thirteenth? He was very familiar with Ukitake-Taichou, the later having been a great mentor and family friend. The whole ordeal had gone much smoother than he had anticipated.
Once safe as a member of the Thirteenth Division and not on the position of a seated officer, Rukia's security had been guaranteed. Really, the plan had been intricate yet easy to follow and none was the wiser to the hidden deeper meaning, especially if you take into account, he made sure to keep a strong distance from the girl. Many in the manor were wondering if he had adopted the little lady only due to her resemblance to Hisana or whether he had gone insane. An irrelevant rumor, which could only contribute in assuring Rukia's life went unperturbed by the Clan's dirty business.
With Rukia taken care of, he had been sure the attempts at his head would have started to occur frequently. Still, for whichever reason, they were rare, far in between and so easy to spot it was laughable… or so he had thought.
Last night had been a surprising evening for Byakuya. He had been fully aware that there was at least one assassin after his head. What he had not expected, were counter soldiers who were, for whichever reason, protecting him from the shadows.
The mere notion of anyone arranging for guards without his knowledge, was preposterous. After all, he was the Clan's Head and knew everything that went on within his Household, even among minor branches. All guards were handpicked, thoroughly inspected and even then, only few were ever considered up for the job.
To see, not one, but two unknown individuals disabling a trap, which could have potentially done a bit of damage, had been a blow to his pride. Who were these mysterious figures and what were they after? It was unlikely they were hired by a third party. None of the other Noble Houses would bat an eyelid at seeing him die... Whether he lived or died, was not relevant to other noble families, as they would meet the new House Head and learn to deal with whomever took his position. The same could be said about any other clan, family or subordinate.
This was his main point of concern. Who engaged the two figures? Were they pretending to save him only to request to join his security team with the intentions of killing Rukia, him or both of them in their sleep? Could they be trusted or not? Are they friends or foes?
All these and more questions were making him uneasy and worried. Should he double the sentient security around Rukia? She wasn't aware and she needn't be alert to such a disturbing matter. Even so, should he take certain actions or let them slide until he had more concrete evidence?
His musing was interrupted by a knock on his office door. Assuring he appeared adequately indifferent, he let the person in.
"Come in."
The sliding door was open, revealing a member of his Squad. The individual was none other than Kurohoshi Akira, a newbie who came with a partner, Hino Tomoya. At first, he had been reluctant to take the duo under his Division. From previous experience, Byakuya learned the hard way, that those who were raised in Rukongai districts below the 50th, were normally fit only for Squad Eleven as they were ruthless and bloodthirsty mongrels. Upon checking the records of these two and their Academic scores, he found no reason to refuse their application request.
He had come straight forward and demanded they behaved properly and, so far, he had nearly no issues with either one of them. On the contrary, Hino Tomoya behaved much like Byakuya himself and was more passive-aggressive than his elder counterpart Kurohoshi Akira. Kurohoshi was a little outspoken, but never went against division's or other rules. From what Byakuya could tell, they worked harder than most Shinigami in his squad, probably harder than the majority of Rukongai Shinigami from other divisions as well. It was as if the two were trying to prove themselves to the eyes of the entire Gotei 13.
Byakuya was a man who supported and encouraged such characteristics. That is why he had entrusted the duo with paperwork which should have normally be assigned to a Fuku-Taichou. Since he was reluctant to chose a Fuku-Taichou, Byakuya did most of the accursed assignment himself. When there was too much, he would allocate a certain load to random squad members. Most of the time, that resulted in even more paperwork for him, as the officers were incapable of fulfilling such a trivial matter.
On one encounter with Hino-san, he saw intelligence and intellect hidden under a cold and distant demeanor. That's how he ended up giving Hino-san the first bunch of papers. By the end of the day, the task was immaculately completed and delivered to his desk. The surprise was the fact that everything was neat, precise, accurate and to the point. Not even some officers from noble inheritance had been that detailed and exact when filling forms.
From that day on, he had found it appropriate to distribute a certain amount of workload from his shoulders to the enigmatic and talented youth. He was yet to be disappointed and it has yet to occur for the job to be returned incomplete or late. In fact, the pile that Kurohoshi-san was carrying was being brought a day before the set deadline. Believing that perhaps his assistance was needed in clarifying something Hino-san had been unable to complete, he casually started a conversation.
"Good afternoon, Kurohoshi-san. To what do I owe you such an early arrival?"
If Kurohoshi-san felt annoyed, he didn't show it. Instead, the male shrugged his shoulders, then took a respectful bow and offhandedly replied.
"Good afternoon, Kuchiki-Taichou. Nothing much. Just bringing you the forms you had Hino fill-up. There was a whole bunch of them, so I helped him out and finished. We thought it would be best to bring them over to you before anything happened or they got accidentally dispersed in the breeze."
It had become known that Kuchiki Byakuya had allotted certain tasks to Hino-san and subsequently to Kurohoshi-san. In turn, that had evoked several disturbances and jealousy among other seated and non-seated officers. It had escalated once, to the point, Byakuya had found himself forced to stop the bullying against the duo. Though, to this day, he wasn't sure how the two males managed to fend off against twenty seated members without getting a single scratch.
Still, he had given the assignment to Hino-san because he knew the young man was capable to do the task. To hear that the two had worked together, a rare trait among non-seated members, raised Byakuya's suspicion. The paperwork he had given, was sensitive and required a certain amount of finesse, which he found in Hino-san's composure and later, in the other's work-ethnics. Kurohoshi-san, on the other hand, did not project such delicacy and he internally worried that he would end up with extra work tonight. Even so, he couldn't and wouldn't exhibit his dismay to someone who had apparently tried to assist.
"Very well, though I am surprised Hino-san asked your assistance in the first place. He doesn't seem like the kind of person who randomly asks for a favor."
Kurohoshi had the nerve to chuckle at his statement and even fully agree.
"Heh. You'd be right about that Taichou. It just so happens I am not a random guy. We both go a long way back and I can tell when he needs help. Whether he wants it, likes it or not, I pester him until he gives in. Oh, just to reassure you, he supervised me during the whole process. You'll see the handwriting is not as lovely as his, but it's not horrid either. Also, I did my best not to sound harsh or like my usual self. Heh. You know, he sorts off, ended up giving me a hand more than what I was trying to do for him… at least that's how I felt like. Anyway, this is done. Where do you want me to put it?"
Byakuya, slowly, removed his completed work from the desk, making sure to leave the unfinished pile on the side and gestured for Kurohoshi to set everything on his desk.
"You can leave everything on my desk. If you don't mind, could you show me which were done by you and which by Hino-san? I would like to see the differences, as to not get surprised later on."
It was the best way Byakuya could cross check without sounding distrusting. But even then, it looked like Kurohoshi-san had caught wind of his intentions, if his next words were anything to go by.
"Sure thing, Taichou. The top two thirds are Hino's work, the rest is mine. I can sit and make you company while you go through them, if you wish so."
The large smile on Kurohoshi's face, more than confirmed the other was no fool and very accustomed to mental games. Without a flicker, Byakuya prompted the other to sit on the unoccupied Fuku-Taichou's desk while he himself started to go through the pile of work Kurohoshi had graciously deposited on his work-table.
First, he quickly went through Hino-san's work. By now, Byakuya was very familiar with the handwriting and style, hence there wasn't much for him to fret about. Within minutes he found the reports compiled by Kurohoshi-san.
Indeed, the calligraphy and pen-script were different. The lines were sharper, rougher around the edges and, surprisingly, they occasionally displayed a mellow touch. Being a calligraphy master, Byakuya needed only see a handwriting to read one's heart. Kurohoshi-san and Hino-san were not bad people. They did have a myriad of secrets and this report proved to confirmed a particular one which had been bothering him since the night before.
"I must say, I am impressed. This is very well done. However, I can clearly see, this is not the work of someone who files documents for the first time, even with tutelage."
Kurohoshi didn't seem to be fazed and dismissed the Taichou in a nonchalant way that ticked Byakuya a little off, on the inside of course. He wasn't about to let anyone see his ruffled feathers.
"You would be correct Taichou. After all, we do come from the same district and since I'm a hopeless case, or so I was, Hino made sure to teach me how to do things like this properly. We did have to file half-a-dozen papers to enroll. I'm sure you know how 'helpful' the clerks tend to be to people like us."
The concept made sense and to anyone else, it would appease their anxiety to where you would lower your guard. Byakuya, though, was not your average person. To him, it sounded like a recital, a phrase repeated over and over again for the sole purpose of slithering-by freely and without disturbances.
"And yet, here I find myself doubting you required much prompting or assistance. There papers tell me much more than what you let on, Kurohoshi-san. You already have your style and manner entwined within. It isn't something you acquire by sitting and learning in one day. It takes years if not decades to reach the kind of level you have displayed."
At those words, Kurohoshi scratched behind his head, but the grin never fell off.
"Aw, thanks Taichou. Such a nice compliment. I sure didn't see that coming from you. Meh... I'm just surprising it's all... I've got many secret talents, some are sure to give even you a run for your money. Nothing more or less. But enough about little-old-me. Is everything done to your satisfaction? If so, may I be excused? There are other things waiting to be done by yours truly. Laundry won't get itself washed and folded, you know?"
Normally, the comment would be taken as a positive trait. That is, if Byakuya hadn't changed the person in charge of laundry last night before he stumbled upon the unknown scouts. Before, everyone was to do their own laundry on their own time. However, he had decided that it was far better to assign one person to perform the humble duty every month to build integrity. Going by surnames meant that Hino-san and Kurohoshi-san wouldn't be due for the next few months.
Byakuya's goal was to figure the two out. They were perfectly balanced and complimented one another. The way they moved and acted together or otherwise, showed an amount of trust and a strong bond, one that could not have been born from years in the worst region of the Rukongai. Maybe, it could be possible, but after witnessing the way Third Seat Madarame-san and Fifth Seat Ayasegawa-san behaved and interacted, it indicated the improbability of such an idea. No, these two 'subordinates' had a deeper kind of connection, one earned in blood and heartache. If so, he found his mystery men.
"Before you leave, I do have one question Kurohoshi-san."
Byakuya took a pause to captivate the other. And true to his expectations, Kurohoshi did not move a muscle. The male was waiting for a command or some kind of request. Oh, Byakuya was going to take immense pleasure in bursting that bubble.
"Where were you last night?"
Byakuya intently watched Kurohoshi when he made the inquiry, which proved to be an invaluable resource of information. Kurohoshi did not make a move, but couldn't hide the slight enlargement of his eyes nor the minimal raise of both eyebrows. The move had been discreet and could have passed-by any other Taichou. Unfortunately for Kurohoshi, Byakuya had been taught by the best of the best, even though he was reluctant to admit he learned anything from a cursed purple-haired woman.
A false tranquility settled down in the office with both men contemplating their next moves. No matter what Kurohoshi may say, Byakuya had a counter-statement. Like an enchanted circle, the subject would move back and forth and return to the current topic, unless it was broken and decimated before it started. Judging by the smile on Kurohoshi's face, it was possible the other concluded the same. Either that, or he was trying to anger Byakuya. A different approach to the ongoing situation. Although, if Kurohoshi's goal was to irritate Byakuya with that self-satisfied smirk, he was on the verge of winning. Luckily, Byakuya is very adept at concealing his annoyance, all thanks to the same troublesome lady from his past. Something he resented and would never confess out loud.
"Heh... I guess the jig is up, though, you did take longer than expected. Yo! Ossan, how about you make your entrance? It's not likely he'll be dissuaded from his belief any time soon. It's about time we spill the beans and get a solid move on."
A chill ran down Byakuya's spine. What kind of nickname was 'Ossan'? It sure sounded derogatory at best. And how could Kurohoshi detect anyone's presence when Byakuya himself couldn't feel anyone nearby? Just as he was about to ask Kurohoshi to stop his insanity act, Hino Tomoya appeared out of nowhere, standing to Kurohoshi's left. It took all his might to stay immobile and not jump out of his skin at the unexpected arrival. Seeing the two together like this, brought him back to his previous musings: 'Do they working with or against him?'
An exasperated exhale, courtesy of Hino-san, brought him back to the present. The punch Hino gave Kurohoshi, managed to startle him beyond words. By Kurohoshi's expression, the small whine followed by the caressing of the sore spot, the older looking one was not pleased in the least.
"Ouch Did you have to do that?! It's not like we didn't expect this to happen. Hell! I was so close to winning our bet!"
A bet?! Did he hear, what he thought he heard? Were the two mocking him by playing games? His retort met a devastating end, when Hino Tomoya spoke up.
"No, you were not. Had you kept your mouth shut for three more days, than yes. Since you saw it fit to blow our cover, you lose by automatic default."
This was getting better and better. His old self would have exploded long before now, it was a miracle and sheer determination to uphold his family name that kept Byakuya's rage at bay. For how much longer, it was yet to be seen.
"Like you're one to talk. You're pissed because, as per your prediction, he should have unraveled our secret a week ago. Let's not forget the third wheel, who was disappointed when the stuck-up heir didn't unmask us last month! At least I came three days close to winning."
With a shake of his head, Hino continued the playful banter.
"You are deliberately leaving out the fact that you brought our situation to the light. Whatever am I going to do with you?"
Kurohoshi had, at least, the decency to seem apologetic. The guilty face was soon replaced by a childish pout. It actually looked cute... Now, instead of worrying about the troublesome duo, Byakuya had the uncanny urge to slap himself for considering Kurohoshi's expression adorable. It was preposterous and indignant, utterly unbecoming of his noble status. If he had issues controlling himself by Kurohoshi's expression, the following words, said with a downhearted tone, accompanied by the sullen look, turned his mind to mush.
"Not punching me would be a nice start. Big deal, he knows we're looking out for him. It's not as if we did something wrong."
Byakuya was struggling hard not to utter a single sound out of place, but those sentences sunk in as if someone splashed him with a bucket of icy water. Once again, he was reminded of his earlier belief, that these two were the unknown individuals preventing his assassinations. Judging by everything so far, the fact they were yet to attack and the latest statement, his speculation was spot on. Now, he just needed to know why. Which meant, he had to find a way into the conversation without getting too much attention. A futile effort considering his safety was the point of the whole talk-fest. Hino-san was not helping in the least, not with those blue eyes staring Byakuya like a mentor about to berate a pupil. Before Byakuya could react to the absurd indirect treatment, he was cut short by the other's tender voice.
"You are rather calm taking all into account. Were you suspecting something was amiss for a while or has it been recently?"
With a calm breath, Byakuya made sure to be fully composed before responding in a monotonous voice, while eye-scanning the documents on his desk. It's not that he was ready to work again, it was simply an additional cover.
"Frankly, I've been wondering why there have been no attempts at my life as of late. When I caught a glimpse of you two last night, I found my answer. The question now is: Why would you do that for me? I may be your Taichou, but I doubt many would do what you have been obviously doing. Disabling that trap must have been a lot of work. Certainly not the kind two ruffians from the Rukongai could wreck apart without guidance. Which warrants even more questions. For the moment, I'll settle on the simple one. Why?"
Neither Kurohoshi nor Hino tried to dissuade or delude Byakuya. If the other saw them, it was pointless. Though, Kurohoshi did bristle when he realized something.
"What? Not even a: 'Thank you for saving my sorry ass'?! Sheesh and I thought a Clan's Head would have better manners. What the hell was I thinking?"
Sarcasm was Shirosaki's preferred language and neither the Gigai nor his alias 'Kurohoshi' were enough to keep it at bay. It was fortunate that he was sitting and at arms length for Hino, who this time, moderately slapped his partner on the back of the head. Consequently, that warranted a yelp from a dejected Kurohoshi, who grabbed his head with both hands... probably for a better effect.
"We weren't even supposed to let him know we were watching over him, thus gratitude was never part of the equation and you know it. As for why, it's rather simple. We are doing it as a favor to an acquaintance. In turn, this person is doing the same for someone Kurohoshi and I hold dear in a different location, far from our reach."
The revelation had been unexpected, quick and decisive. No hesitation and, most of all, Hino did not beat around the bush. If he took into the equation the way Kurohoshi lowered his hands on the lap while grumbling something that sounded very much like: 'Volatile Ossan... always taking all the fun away...should sue his ass for continuous abuse.' he could be sure, the answer was honest and truthful.
"Are you implying you are doing this on someone's orders? I find it very unlikely, even if it meant that they are keeping another individual safe for your sake. Wouldn't it be easier for you to guard the one you have connections to rather than a complete stranger?"
"True. However, there is a slight dilemma. Our associate cannot be here, hence why we volunteered to come in their steed. As we have our own protege, the agreement was easy to make. We make sure you live and they ensure the safety of our little one. Honestly, between us, I believe Kurohoshi and I ended up with the better deal. Our charge is very vivacious."
Byakuya couldn't fault them. It made perfect sense. He was a noble and expected to participate in events, meetings and, as a Taichou, to serve the Gotei 13. If he was honest, his schedule would be exceedingly easy to follow. He used a simple pattern, a habit he should reconsider. Although, following a standard made him more alert to changes around the areas he frequented and, subsequently, he clearly saw when there was a threat nearby. Maybe, a combination of the two was in order?
"I see. Could I somehow convince you to divulge whom your associates are?"
Hino was about to give a negative response. The poor boy was abruptly stopped, when Kurohoshi stood from the chair with a cocky smile plastered on his face. With that look, he appeared nearly demonic or possessed.
"Only if you tell us who wants your head so badly."
This time, Byakuya couldn't prevent his stupor from showing on his features. It was a bold request and it came so suddenly neither Byakuya nor Hino knew how to deal with it.
"Have you lost your mind, Akira?! What possessed you to even consider the idea? Need I remind you, it would go against our accord?"
"It's not such a big deal. Besides, I don't recall any specifications regarding us not telling. It was all about making sure this guy lived and didn't get himself killed. Anything else, was off the table. Anyway, we've been here for far too long. If we continue at this pace, we'll never get back home... and, you know, I sort of miss her..."
The last sentence came out a barely a whisper and something softened in Hino's eyes. Byakuya realized there and then, that there was much more to the story than what he could decipher. Nevertheless, it would be a waste to let an opportunity to catch the culprit of his sleepless nights go to waste.
"You want me to tell you who wants to assassinate me? If it was that simple, we wouldn't be having this discussion in the first place as the threat would have been eliminated or rendered incapable for further pursuit."
A pause fell over the room, until Hino asked with a steady voice.
"Would it make a difference if, hypothetically, we had a list of suspects?"
This time, Byakuya took longer to contemplate the roundabout offer. It would facilitate and expedite the arrest of whomever was behind the scenes and would definitely allow him to rest better at night. He had nothing to lose and going by Kurohoshi's words, the other was just as eager.
"Very well, that should definitely reduce the head count. What do you have?"
By the end of the day, the trio proceeded to cross check the records of questionable individuals Hino and Kurohoshi accumulated since they came to Soul Society. From the pile of twenty-eight suspects, Byakuya took note of four 'special' cases. With the rest thrown in the garbage, it was decided that they would meet at the Taichou's mansion to discuss further steps and methods on how to eliminate the remaining three and apprehend the man in charge.
It soon became visible to all three, that it would be no walk in the park. Hino and Kurohoshi could not be seen entering the manor, for it would be suspicious as to what kind of business two non-seated squad members would have with the Kuchiki noble. Using Hino's special ability, the male passed as his Zanpakuto's skill, the two would infiltrate the household and meet Byakuya at in the memorial chamber. All the servants knew better than to disturb the noble while in that particular room and it wouldn't be surprising if there were noises from within. It was long known that Kuchiki Byakuya spoke to the portrait of the dearly beloved, which reduced any possibility of them being found.
Another thing they would have to be careful, is to not be seen by enemy eyes. Even though they had four man suspects, it wasn't improbable that some may be working together, or even for the culprit to involve more than one branch. It would be years before they reached the end line. Nevertheless, Byakuya could openly tell he slept better at night. Who wouldn't be able to rest peacefully, knowing that there was not one but two guardian angels watching over him and his adopted sister?
Stirring up from the well deserves slumber, Zangetsu yawned and stretched his limbs. At first, everything was quiet and peaceful. That is, until it became clear it was too silent. Since there was light inside the Inner World, there must be daylight outside, which meant Ichigo was awake. From the day Ichigo learned to mumble and later to speak, there had yet to be a mute day within the expanse which made their Shared World.
In other words, something was wrong. His connection to Ichigo was flimsy at best and occasionally non-existent. It shouldn't be possible. The seals on their power had diminished and were on the verge of breaking. Concentrating on those troublesome things, Zangetsu was peeved to see them stronger than ever. Screw that, it was as if someone reinforced the present one and added additional on the pile.
'It can't be! Just a little while ago they were near the breaking point. Besides, this is no Quincy technique but a Shinigami. Ichigo's dad couldn't see spirits and his mom was a Quincy. No one else should have even had the power to do this! Unless...'
Rummaging through Ichigo's memories, Zangetsu went to the most recent ones. There was a little kid playing running with Ichigo in what looked like a chase around the house.
'Huh? Weird.'
Dismissing it as child's play and banter, Zangetsu backtracked Ichigo's steps. He met a couple of people, both smelled like Quincies. But the kid Ichigo played with, didn't seem very powerful. Zangetsu took a mental note to check on the newly named Uryū and his powers later. He caught a glimpse of a two unusual males, every now and then. Only to finally reach the memory he had been searching for.
'You must be kidding me! This guy again?! Shoot! Don't tell me he was the one to do this to us!'
Zangetsu tried harder to see what occurred, but it all came was blank. That was worrisome, Ichigo wasn't one to simply fall asleep, especially not when one mentioned magic... That's it! The infuriating bastard must have used a Kido spell. Such a dirty trick. Damn! He should have checked why Ichigo sounded upset back then.
No point in crying over spilled milk. They managed to weaken the bonds before, they'd do it again. With Ichi growing at a steady pace, it was a matter of time, only it would be faster. Still, four years of work, blew up in smokes. Argh! Once he gets his claws around the green wearing freak's neck, he'll make sure the other never tried to do something this foolish again.
His pacing on all fours came to a sudden stop when he felt an unusual presence. It was strong and decidedly dangerous. Using all the power he could accumulate, Zangetsu peaked through Ichigo's eyes. The sight of a huge, horrendous Hollow chasing a plus, gave him the willies. Focusing on Ichigo, he tried to understand what was going on in the kid's mind. Nothing... the child was frozen in astonishment which turned to fear the moment the creepy Hollow noticed him.
'Run! For the love of everything you hold dear, run! Run like the wind Ichigo! Run inside the house! Call your parents, scream... just do something!'
Zangetsu cries fell on deaf ears, It wasn't that Ichigo didn't want to listen. The child was just that, a child, one whom could see the monster for what it was. The addition of the black-haired kid, who couldn't see the beast, only served to confuse Ichigo. In his stupor, Ichigo pointed at the Hollow with his finger. The reaction of the little ones would have been hilarious if it wasn't for the seriousness of the situation.
Zangetsu was getting desperate. At this pace, the kids would be devoured and because of the new seals, he could do nothing but watch in horror. When the spider-like monstrosity shot the substance, he was sure they had been toast. Luckily, only the house was hit... That's when it dawned on him, the thing was making sure the little ones had no way to escape. The garden was off-limits with the monster in front and now the house, the sole escape route, was sealed.
The same must have finally sunk inside Ichigo's mind as well, for he grabbed little Uryū and made a run for the house, only to find it blocked by the hardened material. Crying out for help, served to amuse the Hollow and pushed the other child into tears.
At one point, Zangetsu felt a tug at his consciousness. Ichigo was calling him. Tough luck, since someone saw fit to lock him inside... again. Desperate both Ichigo and Zangetsu worked in unison to get the Zanpakuto out. Regretfully, it was useless. They couldn't force materialization with the bonds in place. Only a miracle could save them.
That's when Zangetsu felt something different. Being part Zanpakuto and part Hollow made him more alert to instinctual reactions. Ichigo was tapping at a different side of his powers. Instincts. Following his instinct, the boy stood in front of the smaller child, shielding him with all his might and soul.
A crazy idea formed within Zangetsu's brain. If he was to focus all the energy Ichigo was pulling from his instincts and direct it at himself... maybe he could ease his way out. Ichigo was a protector, that much was obvious. In both lifetimes, he did everything he could and went beyond with sheer willpower, instincts, skills, trainings and determination. All that determination was now pointed towards protecting the boy sniveling behind him. That along with a natural drive to defile the attacker could be used as a fuel...
Without a second thought, Zangetsu closed his eyes, relaxed and allowed himself to be consumed by Ichigo's resolve. He had a single shot at this, if everything went according to plans, it would be fine. If not, he would be lost and absorbed by his own wielder...
His futile attempts made the Hollow laugh out loud at the pathetic display. Getting impatient, the Hollow descended on its targets with two of its appendages, ready to impale both boys and devour their delicious souls, when a startling light erupted and blindsided it. What came out of the brightness, made the Hollow take a surprised gulp of air and take an unsteady step back…
d take an unsteady step back…
"What the fuck are you?!"
A creature appeared out of the golden whirlwind that came out of nowhere. It was about 8'7'' standing on two muscular lizard-like legs. White porcelain skin, glittered in the light of day. White hakama pants are tied at the middle by a black belt, the trousers are complete with black trims around the feet. The muscular chest on display has abs of steel and a line to each side of the hand going from the shoulder blades all the way to the clawed fingertips.
The face is covered by a white mask with three markings to the left side seeming like claw marks. All three are above the area where the left eyebrow should be, with the longest starting from the nape of the nose. They are short but thick, making the ever-smiling expression even more unsettling.
Four spikey protrusion emerge from the shoulders, each one as sharp as a knife and as durable as a diamond. Hip-length ragged orange hair, with black and white highlights frames the whole picture, giving it an eerie appearance. A thick 2'2'' long tail with a red tip, stands out from the tailbone. As if it had a mind of its own, it slowly moved to wrap itself around the orange haired child behind. Since it failed in reaching that far, the tail settled on removing the frustrated and frightened tears from the boy who had yet to lower his hands or open its brown eyes that had closed when the bright light illuminated the area.
The feeling of something caressing his face, made Ichigo blink a few times until he fully opened his brown orbs. The sight of another monster, made him panic, until his eyes settled on the being's face. It was different and it stood on two legs instead of on all fours, but Ichigo could never mistake the mask and the gold on black eyes which radiated security and warmth.
Ever so carefully, the child gently grabbed the tail, quietly asking:
"Zan-kun?"
The affirmative purring eased all the worry and anxiety in Ichigo's heart. 'Zan-kun is here. Everything will be ok.'
Hearing those words from within Ichigo's mind, made Zangetsu rumble once more in agreement. No ugly-mugged Hollow with one too many appendages was going to hurt his Ichi, not if he had something to say. And boy, did he have several choice sentences at the ready for the spider-beast.
The Hollow was many things, but not moronic. True, compared to his height of eighteen feet, the new Hollow being was decidedly smaller and should have been an easy prey. Yet, the Joro-spider-like Hollow refrained from making any sudden moves. It might be stupid to fear a mere bug, but the Reiatsu of the shorter Hollow, made his skin crawl. It was the sensation all animals felt when in the presence of their natural superior, the predator.
The more reasonable part of the Hollow's brain, demanded he squashed the pest and got to the vulnerable children. However, the primal side was screeching and urging it to flee the scene. Unable to decide what to do, it settled on repeating its previous question:
"What the fuck are you? If you're not here to devour those two morsels, then get out of my face!"
Considering the threatening growl his outburst got from its competitor, the spider-Hollow concluded it had been a bad idea to get the others attention. With right, the moment Zangetsu made eye contact with its opponent, it was as if hell released one of its finest furies on the run.
Before one could sneeze, the Hollow was already missing one of its hind legs, prompting it to catch itself with its front limbs. Getting pissed and irritated, it fought back. That was the second fatal mistake it made that day.
While the Hollows went at each other's throats, the back door burst open to the outside, knocking little Uryū unconscious to the side and sending Ichigo flying amidst the center of the battle. The disturbance was enough to give the Joro-Hollow a minuscule advantage and that was to spit its sticky substance onto the boy, petrifying him on the spot.
Zangetsu was furious, but not to the point he lost sight of what was important and to him that was Ichigo's safety. He had not seen when the door exploded, but when he saw Ichigo landing between him and the Hollow, he was temporarily stunned. The precious second was all it took for the other to paralyze Ichigo. Going with the flow, Zangetsu was about to charge a Cero at the palm of its hands, when the creature bellowed:
"Don't you dare! Nobody moves! One muscle twitch, and the kid is toast! I can change the property of my poison-web and I swear, if you don't let me go, the kid is as good as dead!"
As to prove its point, the substance started to melt eliciting a scream of pain from the child trapped within. Having heard the threat, the adults, plus one Zanpakuto spirit, paused in their steps.
Masaki, Ryuken and Katagiri had been shooting arrow, upon arrow onto the door, with an added Kido push from Urahara and Tessai, the door and the whole frame exploded backwards. With the path open, they realized their mistake… the children were hit by the flying catapult. But not only them. Isshin, who was in a Gigai and without his powers, was sent to dream-land by the amount of Reiatsu the remaining members had used.
They were fortunate, that, subconsciously, Ichigo had placed a protective barrier around little Uryū, who got hit from behind. The boy bounced off Ichigo and fell to the side. Ichigo, had no such luck and got the rest of the impact, which brought us to the current situation.
Seeing that all present took his threat to heart, the Hollow laughed out loud, before taking careful steps back in hopes of opening a Garganta and leave the area. Of course, it had no intention of abandoning such a succulent morsel behind. The problem was on how to get it before he was killed by the crazy humanoid-lizard thing, or the powerful humans behind the unnatural being.
The Zanpakuto and grown-ups were wondering what to do. Even the slightest twitch and Ichigo would be melted by whatever magic the Hollow used. Zangetsu, though, couldn't just sit and let things go like this. He had to get Ichi out of whatever that thing was. He had no doubts that the Hollow would try to manipulate them or use another dirty trick.
Thinking fast, the best solution was to envelope Ichigo's body from the inside with Reiatsu and push the same outwards, until Ichi was safe from the dangerous web. With that in mind, he lowered its clawed hand, disarming the Cero and closing his eyes as in surrender. The gesture shocked all present, including the Hollow, who foolishly assumed, that was an invitation to eat him instead of the kid.
Zangetsu needed just a few seconds, several precious moments to engulf Ichigo in a protective cocoon. He could see the victorious snarl on the other Hollow and prayed his plan would work.
Indeed, the Hollow had taken its time to examine its opponent. Since there were no signs of resistance, it slowly moved forward. When none made any attempts to stop it, it decided that a swift hit with one of its head appendages would bring a good meal.
Before the limb could connect, it was cut off by a black machete, with a black and crimson-red handle. The instant appendage touched the ground, Zangetsu had moved with surreal speed and sliced the Hollow's head clean in two.
While the Hollow was disintegrating in the background, Zangetsu swiftly approached the web and clawed its way to Ichigo. The now gooey material acted much like acid and was burning his flesh, but Zangetsu disregarded the pain in favor of working faster. All his regenerating powers were concentrated around Ichigo and keeping him safe from the web. The moment he reached him, he pulled him out as fast as he could and embraced him with all the strength he could muster. The boy, in turn, wrapped his small hands around the others neck, crying out loud in relief of seeing the kind giant who always made him company.
Like a spell being broken, the adults, minus Katagiri, circled the Zanpakuto, while Katagiri rushed to her son's side. Thankfully, the little one was fast asleep and there weren't any signs that he got hurt. Instead, an unusual form of Blut surrounded the child's body and worked as a barrier, keeping the boy safe from harm. As soon as she took notice, it spread out and turned into Reishi tiny particles.
Urahara, Tessai, Ryuken and Masaki surrounded the Hollow that was keeping the second child 'hostage'. There was something intelligent and relieved in the Hollow's stance and Masaki felt very reluctant to try and harm it.
A thought which was not shared by the rest of the group, who were searching for a weakness or a way to kill the Hollow without hurting the kid. It was soon revealed, their efforts were irrelevant, when Ichigo started giggling within the Hollows embrace.
Zangetsu was becoming angsty with all the tension in the air. It was not doing anything good for Ichigo and he hated seeing the other cry. Doing what he discovered always bought a smile out of Ichi, he used his tail to tickle the little one in all the right spots which guaranteed a positive reaction.
True to his expectations, Ichigo smiled and laughed, while trying to get the 'evil' tail away from his tiny body. Once Ichigo was happy, Zangetsu lowered him down to the ground. As if sensing the other was about to leave, Ichigo grabbed Zangetsu by his right hand, determined not to let go. Zangetsu lowered himself to eye level and immediately, Ichigo attached himself back to his neck. Giving the child a reassuring purr, Zangetsu motioned to Ichigo's mother, who was awestruck as much as the rest of the group.
Ichigo did look at his mom and felt puzzled. He didn't want to let go of Zangetsu, but his mommy looked pale and frightened. Zangetsu was counting on Ichigo's instincts to kick in and with a light pat on the back, he persistently motioned with his head in her direction.
The pull of his protective side, prompted Ichigo to let go of Zangetsu, just enough to let the Zanpakuto return to their Inner World. Sensing Zangetsu was fine and going to sleep, Ichigo promptly ran towards his mother. Masaki lowered herself on autopilot, still in shock and in disbelief. Her son was almost killed by a Hollow, save by another only for the same Hollow to cheer her child up. It was surreal and had she not seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't think something alike was even possible.
Ryuken didn't know what to say and simply moved towards Katagiri and his own son. Making a quick inspection, he concluded the other was safe and sound. With an audible exhale, he stared Masaki in the eyes. No words were exchanged, but both knew what that look meant. Ryuken had determined Ichigo to be a danger to his son and would make sure the two boys never met again.
It hurt Masaki to see such an expression. In her eyes, Ichigo had done nothing wrong. Something Katagiri would later confirm, once she settled her son in his bed and came back to her senses. In the meantime, the Ishida's quietly left, first the scene and shortly after, the Kurosaki's household.
Urahara and Tessai, on the other hand, continued to stare the boy. The child's Reiatsu was rampant and spilling all over the place. Unfortunately, it was tainted with Hollow powers.
If something was not done and soon, the whole Karakura would swarm with Hollows and Shinigami alike. Urahara was about to ask Tessai to start working on protective barriers when Ichigo's voice tenderly reached their ears.
"Is mommy ok?"
With all the fright the child must have had and had, without a doubt gone through, the first thing it asks is weather his mother was doing fine? The boy's worry for his mom had such a strike, it made everyone aware of the fact the child needed a change of clothes.
Masaki had been so relieved her son appeared healthy, she neglected to realize his clothes had been burnt off or something alike. The straps of the jean overall were completely gone as was most of the back of his light blue t-shirt, leaving the boy's back exposed.
Be it luck or sheer coincidence, the bottom part of the overall managed to stay mostly intact. At one point the shirt and jean material melted and stuck together, which probably explained the little miracle. Surprisingly, there wasn't even a scratch on Ichigo's back, no bruises and no burn marks. Yet back then, Ichigo had cried in pain. Masaki was not complaining, mind you, just baffled. She distinctively remembered the smell of burnt flesh when the Hollow went on the rampage against the web that had imprisoned Ichigo. Maybe it had been a farewell gift? Who know, but she wasn't about to look a gifted horse in the mouth. She was glad her baby-boy was safe and sound.
Forcing a pleasant smile of her own, Masaki tenderly caressed Ichigo's head in a reassuring gesture.
"I'm fine my love. I was worried about you. Are you hurt anywhere? Did the mean monster do anything to you?"
When he saw his mother's smile, Ichigo was so overjoyed he all but forgot everything to do with the bad giant. He was a little sad Zangetsu had to leave, but was content knowing he was just asleep and within reach.
"I, ok. Zan-kun sleepy."
The latter was said so quietly as if his sentence would rouse the resting Zanpakuto. Taking a relieved breath, Masaki took the child in her hands and made her way to Ichigo's bedroom. Once upstairs, she changed him into a burgundy-red polo-shirt and black shorts. Since the white snickers survived, she surmised they could remain on his feet.
In the meantime, Tessai raised as many barriers as he could get away with. No point in getting unnecessary attention from Soul Society. Meanwhile, Urahara checked on Isshin and started the repairing the house. He'd have to change the memory of the nosy-neighbors, but compared to all of their previous scare, it was a minor inconvenience.
By sunset, everything was back to normal and Masaki had insisted Urahara and Tessai remained for dinner. It goes without saying, they weren't mad to refuse the generous invitation. Isshin couldn't remember much, thanks to the hit on the head he got from the ordeal, but he was back in his goofy mood and making Ichigo run around the house. Isshin was trying to do one of his signatures: 'daddy-bear hug' which Ichigo detested, hence the reason why the little one was trying to avoid his father like the plague.
With the ongoing game, Masaki had determined she had more than enough time to do the dishes. Before she started, Tessai approached and offered to do the tedious task as a form of gratitude for the delicious meal. It didn't take much for Masaki to hand over the duty to Tessai. She was exhausted and ready for bed.
Urahara used the opportunity to get Masaki's attention by giving her a glass of water. There was no reason to duck the issue, thus, he started offhandedly.
"Masaki-san, I know you can feel Kurosaki-kun's Reiatsu. It should be blocked, unless we want a repeat of today. Most likely, your son's Reiatsu surfaced because of the Hollow's vicinity. Tessai-san and I can help you keep an eye out for him.
The shopkeeper was not holding his punches and with right. The amount of energy her baby had was tremendous. More importantly, it was Hollow tainted. She feared that the Hollow side would eventually surface and eat him from the inside, just like when she nearly died. Had it not been for Isshin…
"I know. Before we do, I have to ask… will it be the same for Ichigo as it was for me? Will he have to face the Hollow inside and fight it off like Isshin did to save my life? If so, is there any way to remove it from his soul?"
Urahara mulled the information in his head. It took everything Isshin had to stabilize Masaki's soul and prevent Soul Suicide. From the little he could read about the little one, his case was slightly different. The Hollow part was an integrated part of his soul. In time the process would be destabilized, but by then, he hoped, the boy would grow up and could train with the Vizard's to keep the Hollow at bay.
Another thing that didn't escape his genius mind, was the Hollow's behavior. Never had he heard of a Hollow capable of tenderness. The way the monster had acted, was simply different and unlike anything he had ever seen.
That on itself represented a new issue. Was the beast acting friendly with the purpose to deceive the youth when he boy grew-up and became the perfect target? Was it waiting for the child to mature both physically and mentally only to devour him by breaking the bond of trust it had created? It was hard to tell, but one thing was certain, if they didn't act, the child would be targeted by Soul Society and that meant Ichigo would end up in Kurotsuchi's grasps. Reiou forbid that happened. It was much better to be devoured by a Hollow you thought was your friend then to be dissected by his old second in command.
"I won't lie to you, Masaki-san. I'm afraid their souls are already entwined. They were from the moment he was born. When he is old enough, I have a few friends who can teach him how to control that side of him. For now, that's impossible and improbable, not with him being so small and fragile. The only thing we can do, is repress it and keep it at bay. At least, until we are sure what it wants. Its behavior was unnatural and I fear it's trying to befriend your son with the purpose of catching him off guard when he matures."
Reluctantly, Masaki agreed. She had never seen a Hollow act like that. Not to mention, when the beast lowered itself t nuzzle Ichigo, could it be it was sniffing the boy? Even before she knew what she was doing, she nodded her head in agreement. If Ichigo was raised believing Hollows were friendly creatures, he would either die by one of them or would be murdered by someone he considered his friend. She didn't want to risk either option. And if what Urahara-san said was true, then, when the time was right, Ichigo would be taught all he needed to know about his rare power.
It wasn't an easy decision and she was definitely not happy, but if it kept her son safe, she'd risk even his anger when he was older. For now, she would do what could be done.
Urahara understood her to a certain level. He had become very attached to the little tyke and did not want to see the youngster harmed. An impossible feat, as the boy would grow and become more and more powerful. Tapping Masaki a few times on her back, he went back to the living room and made himself comfortable on the couch. His mind in turmoil. He was wondering how the Hollow came out in the first place. Once the child was brought down to him, he hoped the mystery would be clearer.
Masaki set there in the kitchenette for a few more minutes. There was no point in delaying the inevitable. As if the universe agreed, Ichigo came running. Seeing his mother, the child hid under the table and grasped his mother's legs. Masaki tenderly caressed his soft spiky hair. She didn't get to enjoy the moment long, for Isshin came tumbling down the stairs. Must have slipped and fell. God knows how often the male hurt himself in his escapades. She was really glad Urahara-san made the Gigai more resistant than what would be the norm for a regular human.
"That's enough Isshin. It's time we got Ichigo ready to sleep."
At hoer words both Kurosaki's made disapproving sounds. Isshin because he had yet to hug the party-boy, Ichigo because he wasn't tired. How could he, when he had Reiatsu to spare? Masaki picked Ichigo up and continued.
"It was a long day and we al need to rest. Now, let's go brush your teeth and if you do it right, we can see a bit of magic before going to bed."
Ichigo was excited at the prospect of seeing magic. He had fallen asleep during the previous 'show', so he was very eager to see something better. With that said, Masaki took Ichigo to the upper level's bathroom and once satisfied her baby was properly washed, she took him downstairs to the living room where she promptly sat opposite of Urahara.
Urahara must have informed Isshin of the rest, for the other was standing near the open entrance to the kitchenette with Tessai at his side. Urahara made a small motion to get the boy in his lap to facilitate the operation. The plan was ruined by Ichigo. The boy refused to be picked by the man in green and no amount of encouragement worked.
"Go on love. I thought you wanted to see some magic?"
Ichigo glanced between the man and his mom, but ended up attaching himself to his mother's neck.
"I don't want and Zan-kun not like him."
The child's words struck a cord in all present. They were now even more scared than before. Just how long has the Hollow been influencing the little one? In this case, the only way to have Ichigo cooperate, was to put him asleep in a different way.
Urahara looked Masaki in the eyes and discreetly pointed to Tessai. Seconds later, Masaki turned to face the tall man and she gave a quick nod. Permission granted, Tessai sent a quick sleeping Kido to put the boy asleep. Within seconds, Ichigo was safe in dreamland, while the adults came closer and prepared to re-seal the kid's Reiatsu.
Upon closer inspection, Urahara was left speechless. The spell he had placed that afternoon, was shattered. No wonder the Hollow escaped. That had been the strongest Kido he mastered. Meeting eyes with Tessai, he passed the duty to the ex-Kido-Master. The room glowed a light blue and green while Tessai worked. He surmised a better spell would do the trick. It would be troublesome, but it wouldn't be easily broken. The best way to seal the child's Reiatsu, was to create a seal that would feed on the boy's energy. Much alike the eyepatch the new Twelfth Division had created for Kenpachi-Taichou, only this one would be invisible and buried within the boy's soul.
By the time everything was said and done, Masaki's anxiety reached new levels. She was nervous the spell could affect Ichigo or his happiness. Even more, she feared the day he would be told the truth. The only thing left, was to pray and implore any God out there to keep her little one safe from trouble. Little did she know, it was only the beginning.
Looking forward to any and all criticism.
Reminders: English is still not my mother language. If I made a mistake along the way, please let me know. Sorry for repeating the same parts all over again xD
Until next time, enjoy! :D