Hey y'all! long time no update. I've just been too enthralled in the latest Bleach manga. OMG RANGIKU!! I freakin' bawled my bloody eyes out. And no male in his right mind would ever ask Halibel for a blowjob, no matter how big her boobs are (lets see the anime censor that mask)
I got an Urahara hat! It is freaking awesome!
Warning: some light unrequited shounen-ai
Love
The first time Kenpachi fell in love with Retsu Unohana was the first and only time he had seen her completely lose it. The year was 1923, on the first of September to be exact. On that day a huge earthquake rocked the entire nation of Japan and with any major disaster that involved huge fatalities; the Gotei Thirteen dispatched as many shinigami captains as possible. Hollows always took the opportunity of disasters to feed.
Kenpachi had fantastic time, there seemed to be no end to Hollows and even some Menos Grandes came out much to his delight. But on the second day of fighting, the smell of burning bodies from the fires and the sheer amount of lost souls wandering the streets dulled his enjoyment and he'd retreated to the river for a break.
Washing his face of blood and dust, he looked across the bank to see Unohana issuing orders to subordinates, her face troubled by the large numbers of casualties of both shinigami and human souls. Suddenly, out of the flames appeared a massive Hollow. Judging by the spiritual pressure that even Kenpachi could feel, it was at a level higher than ordinary Menos Grandes. Kenpachi readied his sword, but the dragon-like beast had swooped across the river beginning to feast on human and shinigami souls alike.
Before Kenpachi could move to fight, Unohana was there, her eyes blazing. Kenpachi remarked that she looked similar to a mother fox of a den he'd accidently surprised. He still had the scars from that little fluffball of maternal rage.
She raised a single palm at the monster.
"Purify the heart, bloody the water, travel at the speed of darkness. Hadou 97: Exorcism." With only the first verse of a hugely powerful kidou spell uttered, a beam of darkness erupted from her hands, instantly destroying the hollow, throwing up millions of tiny blue sparks.
In that moment, watching her face framed by red flame and blue sparks, Kenpachi found himself grinning like some teenage idiot.
Even if that was kidou, that was the most beautiful and awesome piece of kick-ass I've ever seen, he thought to himself, I fuckin' love that woman.
Of course it took him over a century to actually admit it to her. The habit of dragging things out for longer was a little more ingrained than he thought.
………
Unohana doesn't really like to admit it, but she first desired Zaraki while he was female. Okay, she was attracted to him from early on, but something he said while in that form made her go mad with embarrassed glee.
On 'orders' from Kurotsuchi, she was to examine the general health of the men-turned-women for the duration they were transformed.
She'd remembered one of the last examinations before they were transformed back, Kenpachi started a conversation about the pros and cons of being a woman.
"I hate sitting down when I pee. Fuckin' hate it." S/he moaned, "I also hate the fact you can't run with these things." Kenpachi indicated his breasts.
"Well, they are sizable. Most women of the population are a…few sizes smaller."
"That's really the only problem I have with them; they're very fun to play with." He grinned, grabbing them to emphasize the point.
"Oh…" Unohana began to flush. Kenpachi narrowed his eyes, a coy little grin on his face.
"Y'know…" he leaned forward just a little, "I didn't realize this before, but, there's some spots on a woman's body that are really fun to play with…and now I know all those secret spots."
Unohana felt herself becoming a little breathless, heat rushing to her face. She shook her head, regaining her composure. She carried on the examination and rushed him out quickly. Once he had gone, she realized her face was contorted in a stupidly gleeful smile that probably wouldn't be leaving for a while.
Kenpachi on the other hand, was hoping for some girl-on-girl action. Disappointed that he had missed out on such a rare opportunity, he was consoled by the fact that without even touching Unohana, he had just reached sex-god status.
Of course the first time she truly loved him was during a certain dark stormy night.
And he wasn't kidding about those secret spots.
………
Yachiru has always loved Byakuya.
End of story.
………
Byakuya took years to fall in love again. And when he did, it was very gradual, almost at a glacial speed.
Maybe it was all the smiles she gave him.
Or it was the trespassing on his property in the middle of the night to steal his koi.
Or when he attended lieutenant meetings and they would take the piss out of each other, the other lieutenants believing they were completely serious.
Maybe it was the poker games she regularly challenged him to, only to leave empty-handed.
It could've been the late night walks with him if she was feeling in a subdued mood.
Maybe it was her return after seven years of absence and the trials that came afterwards.
Possibly because she'd saved his noble ass on several occasions and he'd saved hers.
Maybe it was because that after a couple of centuries, that when he held her hands in his, he couldn't help but feel…happy.
………
Yumichika boasts to everyone that he has never loved a single person.
This is not true and is as plain as the feathers on his face. He has loved, is in love and will always be in love. In fact the only person in the whole of Soul Society who didn't actually realize he was in love, was the person Yumichika was in love with.
I believe we can safely assume we all know who that is.
But Yumichika will never admit it, because he believes that he has the most beautiful relationship already. He would suffer the pain of unrequited love just to maintain that beauty.
Kenpachi just thinks they're both just idiots and will regret it in the long run.
Yumichika thinks so too.
………
Ikkaku would give his life for Yumichika, and loves him as much as a brother would love him. Of course he'd never admit to Yumichika that he adored him and would find it very hard to live without him, but Yumichika'd probably laugh at him if he did anyway.
He never knew why Yumichika continued to follow him after all these years. After that first initial meeting, Yumichika was never too far behind. They entered hundreds of different jobs together, from kabuki actors to laborers to muscle-for-hire. They'd fought together and each other, scrapping and fighting for each day. Nothing could really sever that bond, not even a woman.
He only wished that Yumichika wasn't so damn secretive and sneaky about things, as he was pretty sure that the pretty-boy knew everything about him. Even his absurd reason for his hatred for socks.
Damn socks.
Damn Yumichika. Why won't he open up? Can't he see that he cares?
Yachiru calls him an idiot for not telling Yumichika.
Ikkaku thinks she's probably right.
Merry Christmas everyone!
I can imagine christmas in Seireitei: Ukitake taking it upon himself to don a fake beard and delivering Yachiru and Toushirou candy and christmas presents, much to their delight/annoyance. Yumichika and Ikkaku in stupid matching christmas jumpers. Kenpachi with baubles with the jingle-bells in his hair. Matsmoto and Shunsui drunk on egg nog. Sounds like fun, where can I join?
