Kuchiki Byakuya closed his eyes while Kurotsuchi Nemu removed her destroyed outfit and replaced it.
"Father will not be pleased that I was careless."
"Will he at least be pleased that you've managed to perform an abomination unto Kami that even he hasn't yet attempted?"
"He has attempted it, though not with so new a subject as you were. He's never gotten a corpse newer than a week old."
"Hm. Well, I cannot see myself volunteering one, nor would most other taicho. And of course, he wouldn't have gotten many volunteers from 12th division, because they so rarely see action."
"That was a problem, yes. I need to return this haori to Unohana-taicho."
"She allowed you to borrow it? That is illegal..."
"She thought it was a less serious offense than indecent exposure. Particularly with the reactions I've elicited."
Byakuya pictured his entire division passed out with blood-drained brains and silently agreed.
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"Okay, Kotetsu... it's nothing... you're straight... just keeping telling yourself you're..."
There was a knock on her door...
"GO AWAY, NEMU!"
"She left." Unohana's calmly voice responded. "May I speak with you?"
Kotetsu gulped. "O... Okay..."
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"Are you going to be okay, Kotetsu-san?"
"Ye... Yes, taicho. I think I'll be okay."
There was a knock at the door.
"Yes, who is it?" Unohana asked.
"So, you are in there? I need to return this," Guess-who said emotionlessly.
It took about a minute for Nemu to return the haori.
And a couple of hours for Kotestu to come out from under her bed.
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Akon looked over his new charge, without too much enthusiasm. He never really liked nobles much, and this guy exemplified all of the qualities he figured all of them were bound to have in some quantity.
He'd never had a sister, but if he did, he'd be damned before he'd help arrest her. He knew that much about himself.
"Well, are you ready to be moved to Fourth Division?"
"No. I'm ready to be moved to Kuchiki Manor."
Thank Kami Akon had thought to buy some sedative from Fourth Division.
It wasn't the best they had, or even a close second, but he couldn't afford the best shit, and it might kill Kuchiki in his weakened condition.
This one, however, he could use without fear.
Or so he thought.
"Is that a sedative, peasant?"
Akon's look of shock at Kuchiki being aware enough to realize the danger was probably all the confirmation Kuchiki needed, but he felt like being absolutely sure.
"I asked you a question."
"No, no. It's something to help the other injection work to heal you." This was hardly a believable lie, and the the slightly panicked tone with which he said it, while giving a terrified look to something sharp that was in Kuchiki's reach, was as good as a confession anyway.
Kuchiki raised Senbonzakura, which his captors had rather foolishly left by his bedside, and sliced the syringe.
"That came out of my paycheck!"
"I do not care."
Kuchiki got up to leave, looking around for anything else he might need.
He saw his uniform, and picked it up. It was a damn sight nicer than that hospital gown he'd been wearing, and he planned on ducking into the nearest bathroom and changing into it.
He then glanced down at his faithful Senbonzakura...
And felt a moment of trepidation.
His faithful zanpakuto was a full six inches shorter.
He brought it out of his sheath, and concentrated on expanding it.
He pulled it off, but wasn't really impressed.
Senbonzakura's old size seemed to be so... weak.
He tried and tried, but for some reason, he could only get to his old spirit pressure using the new size.
Reaching a bathroom, he put down his uniform and started to concentrate on his blade. He looked at the old size, and then switched to the old spirit pressure.
He let his powers alternate between these two for about five minutes...
Then it hit him.
His old zanpakuto did have it's old spirit pressure.
The new size was a sign of improved control, and improved power.
He couldn't help but wonder what other kind of changes he would undergo.
As he thought, he had an idea.
Maybe...
Maybe the reason he couldn't do the Black Coffin spell he'd set his sights on for so long, was because of sub-par control. (Relative to the control needed for the spell of course.)
This should be interesting...
As if he wasn't powerful enough, huh?
Sorry, but I couldn't resurrect him from brain death without putting some kind of side effect.
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Gameroy, and everyone else, too.