Bleach Rebirth of the Guardian Chapter 52, a Bleach + High School DxD/ハイスクールD×D Crossover fanfic

Here is chapter 52, I hope you all enjoy it.

Chad let out a wheezing gasp as he hauled himself back to his feet, everything hurt, everything. The night had felt so short, though thankfully Beli had been gentle when they made love. When first light hit they were back at it and...he was rather pleased with his growth. He could now channel his Spiritual Power into his skin to make it harder and learned that his Left Arm of the Devil could also absorb energy with prolonged contact. Figured out that he had a decent healing factor that seemed stronger than when he started...and that he really needed to learn how to fight.

In the same manner, as his best friend, all he knew was self-taught and, thankfully, he now had a girlfriend to beat how-to-fight-properly into his thick skull. However, she might have been feeling annoyed at his thick skull right now. "Do it," He said, "This last time, give me everything you think I can take."

She did not insult him by speaking of his current injuries, his healing factor had been pushed to and past its limit. But he had been tough before Ichigo had given him powers and felt sure he was on the cusp of something. He knew it, his instincts told him, the hunger told him, and his simple human intuition told him.

She stared at him, and he met her ancient gaze, unafraid, undaunted, not out of arrogance, but because that was who he was. He would stare into the jaws of a god, feeling fear, perhaps, but never flinching. Beli closed her eyes, let out a breath, and seemed to just freeze for a moment.

Chad set himself, changed his stance, moved his shield arm to the defense and his assault arm to support. Beli let out a breath and started to speak and Chad felt that it was another anime reference, but that had never been his thing. However the words did make his hair stand on end and his bowels clench so it was going to be bad "Darkness blacker than black and darker than dark, I beseech thee, combine with my deep crimson," Beli rose off the ground, gravitational distortion bearing her aloft in a corona of her own power, "The time of awakening cometh. Justice, fallen upon the infallible boundary, appears now as an intangible distortion!" She pointed a finger at him and spoke the final word. "Explosion."

He had a glimpse of a twisting torrent of crimson energy before it impacted his shield and proceeded to live up to its name. His whole world vanished, sound vanished, feeling vanished, the world was only light and pain.

"If you have a question, all you must do is ask."

It was perhaps the second time Chad had been taken to visit the man who was his grandfather. Honestly, he did not know what to make of the man, he was quiet, calm, did not speak much. It was far more fun to explore the Old Man's house. Searching for treasures, old items he had never seen before. Things that had little meaning to him, but looked cool, and for a kid that was enough.

He did not know how long he had been staring, he was in the back of an old barn now used only for storage. In some way, this barn was the story of his grandfather's life, though he would not be able to appreciate that for many years.

He was staring at an odd weapon, set far above his head. He had seen Macuahuitl before, wooden clubs with embedded obsidian blades. His ancestors had used them to fight, now they were something to look at, nothing more.

However this Macuahuitl was different, the handle was a white color that did not match any wood he knew. The body of the weapon was covered in green scales, each overlapping as if it was a living creature. Where the obsidian should have been some sort of pure white enamel had been shaped into the various blades of the Macuahuitl.

"I have never seen anything like it before Abuelo."

The man towered over his young form, his old eyes distant as he looked upon the weapon. "There is a legend about that, one that my father passed to me." He glanced down at him. "I never told it to your mother."

The idea of some sort of secret family story was a pleasing one and judging by the smile on his Abuleo's face the old man knew it. "It is said our family was blessed by the Feathered Serpent."

"Quetzalcoatl!" Chad said. The old man looked pleased so he proudly explained. "My mother tells me the stories."

"Good, our past should not be forgotten." He reached up and ran a hand along the weapon. "A girl orphaned by war and chosen as a sacrifice, implored his help. It did not seem to help and she was sacrificed to Toci."

"The Mother of Gods."

"Yes, a very significant act for them as it was supposed to help the crops grow," There was a pause as his Abuleo shivered, "It was a different time, but even so, I am glad to live in these times." He shook his head and continued. "She was sacrificed, still praying to the Feathered Serpent for deliverance. A time later Quetzalcoatl rose from the underworld with her on his back heavy with his child, no one dared to touch her after that. She named herself the priestess and wife of Quetzalcoatl."

His Abuleo smiled. "When her child was born and became a half-god giant of a man, they followed her words. And that bloodline is said to have been the start of ours."

"Sounds like a good story," Chad said.

"I thought so too." He gestured to the Macuahuitl. "That is said to be made of the bone, scales, and teeth of Quetzalcoatl, the serpent having pulled them from his very body and forged them into the weapon, making it a gift to his firstborn, and that gift was passed down from generation to generation within our family."

"So one day it will pass to me?"

His Abuelo starred at the weapon and did not speak for a long time. "Perhaps," He said at last, "Perhaps."

Beli watched as her explosion started to swirl, that was not something it was supposed to do. She felt the wind pull at her, picking up speed, even as she watched it start to form a tornado as high above storm clouds began to grow dark and unleash their torrents of falling water.

The power of her spell washed back on her, it was not enough to singe her hair but it was far more than she expected. That was when she felt it, something, powerful, something larger than her, larger than Serafall.

Her head snapped up eyes far more powerful than those of a human seeking to pierce the clouds. There was a glimmer of green and the shape of something serpentine and huge. Red eyes glowed in the dark clouds that clung to it like an honor guard. And it was not looking at her, she followed its gaze down to where the last of the explosion had cleared.

Chad stood, he stood tall, his bare chest had vanished under a green substance that formed a scale like mail over his chest. On his shoulders, feathers had formed pauldrons, orange feathers over his shield arm and yellow feathers over his white arm. His pants had vanished under a black and crimson substance that matched his shield arm, going so far as to surround his feet as well.

The wind itself was swirling around him, caressing him, and when his legs tensed it went wild, white light appeared at the tips of his fingers, lightning, and wind cascaded up his white arm. Then he moved, he moved fast, he flew with the power of the wind at his back.

Still, Beli could have dodged, that was the difference between them even now, but she did not want to, it seemed wrong with her man giving her everything he had. So she set herself, let out a breath, and tightened her core in preparation for an attack.

He looked perfect as he struck, the hair blowing out of his eyes, and by the gods, he looked barely conscious. One heartbeat later he struck her, his fist slamming into her chest, lighting engulfing and piercing through her whole body. There was a roar of sound louder than the thunder itself. The lighting crashed into the clouds far above cobwebbing into the shape of a skull being dented into the clouds.

There was a moment of silence as the rain stopped before all of Chad's armor shattered leaving his unconscious half-naked body to fall. Beli caught him by the arm and just hovered there for a moment, she coughed once and blood dribbled out, as a large bruise was already starting to form over her gut. Spitting her blood out and away from Chad as the stuff had a mild caustic effect on organic matter she pulled the boy close pressing his head between her breasts.

Far above the shadow of the serpent shifted and between several eye blinks it was gone. "That blow would have taken out many of my Peerage. Only my King could have taken that as I have...Yasutora Sado, you are truly impressive." She let out a low laugh. "I just hope you realize that you are mine now because I have no plans on letting you go."

His large hand came up to gently wipe a smudge off her cheek, it seemed he had regained consciousness. He was mumbling something and it was making her breasts feel good. "Let's get you to the ground first," She said, "Then you can tell me what the hell just happened."

"You seem to be sour today?"

Ichigo let out a breath through his nose, noting the naked dream figments, all doing many various and distracting things with each other were all frozen. Guess Aizen was serious about this, so Ichigo closed his eyes and changed the dream himself. Not breaking what was around him, just moving himself and Aizen to a table where they were sitting across from each other. "I was reminded of what you did my friends."

"Ah." Aizen nodded.

"You kidnaped Inoue, all because you needed to draw away resources from Soul Society, she was put through hell by your subordinates, she was hurt, the fights there nearly had me hurting her by accident. It almost cost the lives of friends, those who I love...I have not forgotten that."

"Nor should you, my actions were reprehensible, my conduct beyond the pale. If I could change the past I would."

"How would you change the past?"

Aizen smiled and the expression...wistful. "I think I would have found some way to actually become your teacher."

Ichigo blinked at that. "What?"

"You have done something I thought was not possible, you understood me. You, with your own strength, suppressed me."

"You gave up," Ichigo replied.

"I was not aware of that at the time, but you are correct. In the end, what I wanted was someone who I could talk to, truly talk to."

Ichigo closed his eyes. "There were plenty of people for that, you just never gave them the chance."

"Correct. In my arrogance, I lost my way. I see that now and can only attempt to change it."

"You are making it real hard to keep disliking you."

Aizen smiled. "The fact that you did not say hate is encouraging and thank you for speaking to me of this." The classroom reappeared, complete with all of its distracting glory, the most pressing of which was Tier Harribel and adult Nel doing interesting things on the floor right next to him...complete with sound and moans and Nel's butt waving up and down in his peripheral vision. He felt his eye twitch as Aizen glanced at the board behind him. "It seems you have achieved proficiency in the spiritual control exercises I have had you practice. That is good, we will move onto the next series of lessons unless you have any questions."

"The kido you have taught me, it is all Kido that requires huge amounts of power, making it easier to cast...well, except for that last one."

Aizen laughed. "The fact that you can use number 99 at all is a miracle, the amount of power it requires is taxing, even on myself. And it really does not require that much in the way of control, more than the others I have taught you, yes, but its power requirement is the real hurdle."

"So when do I start learning the smaller Kido, I kind of thought that this control stuff I was learning was leading to that."

"It is, you have effectively completed a beginner's level, the kind of thing they teach noble children when they are young."

Ichigo paused at that, a scowl crossing over his face before falling away as he sighed. "I suppose you can't be good at everything."

"Incorrect, with your massive amount of power, I am of the thought that things will get easier. However, we are moving to what I think will be the most difficult part of our class." Dream Nel let out a moan that sounded all too real and it was an effort not to let his eyes be dragged over to it. "How to hide your Spiritual Power, this is considered one of the uses of your power requiring the finest detailed control. Thus I expect to spend some time on it, but before even that, tell me what my teachings have done for you, I am curious as I cannot observe you in the real world."

Ichigo pondered how to answer that in a way Aizen would appreciate. "A sixty-fiveish percent increase in my efficiency."

"Given your rate of waste and adjusting for your average growth means an effective increase of one-third total Spiritual Power." Aizen made a humming sound, "Putting you above Yamamoto and perhaps at the level of a few in Squad Zero."

"Who?"

"The guardians of the Soul King, some of the most powerful Shinigami to ever exist, one of whom I am sure is older than Soul Society itself."

"So from the Soul Kingdom Era."

Aizen looked surprised for a moment but nodded. "Yes, from that era, though how do you know about that?"

Ichigo did not answer and after a moment Aizen shrugged. "I will give it some thought later and moving back to the subject at hand, hiding your Spiritual Power is the highest, most difficult form of control."

"Can I ask why we are not going through intermediate levels of control?"

"Because this might save your life, or at least make it easier and if you do this, the intermediate techniques should come rather easy." Aizen had to be doing that on purpose, the moment he said come there was a flood of interesting sounds from the dream fragments. Of course, you could not tell it by his expressions, but Ichigo knew enough of the man by now to read his subtle cues...or perhaps the subtle cues the man was choosing to let him think he understood.

Working with Aizen made his head hurt, the man could do things like that so you had to suspect it. Not conducive to building trust, but that was a hurdle the man would have to cross if he was serious. "Let's get started then."

"Good."

Ichigo tried to wake up but found his ghostly form standing in a field of corpses, blood flowed, some bodies were slowly disintegrating, others had been cut to ribbons, still, others bludgeoned and beaten. Ichigo found himself staring at a carbon copy of Zangetsu in the form he had taken to teach him the final Getsuga Tenshou.

He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. "You are the image of your mother." Footsteps sounded as a man walked into sight. Tall, with dark black hair in a top knot, part of his scalp bald. His eyes were hard and cold, a striking dark mustache having him an almost villain look.

He wore simple robes, had a sword at his belt and a single kanji for Captain on a sash around his waist. "You have no idea what you people have done."

The man looked around. "These were our elite, they were the main reason we have survived until this point."

"Then you should not have sent them against our home." There were blurs and four other forms appeared, two men, two women, Ichigo found himself shocked when he recognized one of them. Her hair was not done up in braids, it was left to grow free, splitting down the middle to reveal pale, unmarked flesh. She was the youngest of the group. And the only one with a smile so bone-chilling that Ichigo thought he could vaguely feel his real body shiver. Captain Unohana he thought….

"Casting your elite against me, men who have given everything and more, so that you could wear me down. Only then do you take the field."

A much younger, Captain Genryusai Yamamoto nodded with a chilling, icy detachment. "Everything rides on this child, we will not need them when this is over."

"You mean when you kill my father and use him to remake a zombie of our God." The future Head Captain blinked in surprise. "Intriguing you know that."

The boy spat at them. "Had you fucking people just waited, my father, could have saved you all."

"Somehow I doubt his risen God would show us mercy."

The boy laughed. "The Soul King might very well have done that, he is not short-sighted, petty, and stupid as you people."

"His tongue is sharp," The woman purred, "Can I cut it off?"

"It does not matter why we have come to this point boy, only that I do what I must for Soul Society to survive."

The boy made a single twitch of his finger before they could react, there was a sharp snap and one of the men fell, his head now turned completely around.

That was the start as five auras exploded into life, Ichigo noted that the boy's power looked exactly like his. Small threads of Spiritual Power lashed out from the boy's fingers even as he flashed away from a torrent of fire.

He had to conserve, to use as little power as possible, he wound the threads of Spirit Energy around. Enforcing them with his will and being in this place, his Father's paradise made them even stronger. The current Kenpachi was on him, her sword a flashing blur that to Ichigo, who could hardly make out the thin blue threads of power, seemed to rebound off the very air itself.

Behind him a man with a large ax-like Bardiche. Green lightning crackled along its blade, and the boy dodged it rather than blocking. Around him barriers meant to entrap began to appear, a woman speaking the words of Kido. The woman raised her hand and a blast of sight-blocking mist shot out and engulfed the boy and the barriers.

A torrent of flame and green lighting shot towards the mist and moving amongst the elemental cloud was the insane grinning form of Captain Unohana. The mist was burned away and the Kenpachi had her sword buried in the chest of the boy.

There was the sound of shattered glass and the image of the boy broke apart, lines of blue light forming a box around the woman. It started to shrink even as he watched, and Ichigo only just managed to find the boy as he appeared behind the woman that had been casting Kido.

A hexagonal shield of force appeared behind her, one Ichigo recognized as the Million Shield. There were eight small impacts on the shield and no time for the boy to do anything else as Yamamoto and the second man engaged the boy, the Head Captain's sword engulfed in blazing fire the other man brandishing his Bardiche, the weapon alight with green lighting.

The woman moved away, twisting in the air weaving new Kido as she did so. Unohana was a blur of sword slashes as she cut away at the prison of energy she had been stuck in. Her strange smile from the beginning of the battle was gone, she looked pissed.

The boy danced between the weapons of his opponents, even as his threads began to burn away. That was the power of the Head Captain, a fire that reduced everything, even the Soul, to naught but ashes.

Blue light gathered to the boy's hands, forging itself into short blades. He twisted, catching both the Katana and the Bardiche and stopping them cold. Of course, that was when the woman unleashed a barrage of blue spikes as long as Ichigo was tall. They had had homing properties and all altered their course to a single path.

It seemed that the boy was not paying attention, but when the Head Captain suddenly flashed away, a heartbeat before his partner could there was a flash of white light, a circle of Quincy crosses with a floor of blue-white power. The man attempted to retreat, even striking out with his Zanpakuto. The hundreds of spikes smashed onto the wall of Quincy Crosses and dissipated into its component energy. There was a huge flash of light and the image of a man burned to a skeleton then to ash flash-fried itself onto Ichigo's eyes.

The woman began to weave a new Kido until her chest was blown apart by an arrow the size of a clenched fist flashing out of the blinding light. One was sent the Head Captian's way, but the man deflected it with a powerful slash, shattering it into blue shards.

The light cleared and the boy stood, over with Unohana the prison of power was starting to shred such was the power of her sword blows.

The boy's chest was rising and falling in great heaves. It struck Ichigo then that the boy had been soloing an army for who knew how long. He was near the end of his rope and yet he had killed the elite of his time. Of course, Ichigo could guess what was going to happen next, given who was currently alive.

The Head Captain engaged him at the first sign of weakness, the fire around his blade hot enough to scorch reality itself. That was no turn of phrase, space was warping around the blade, as the world the Father had built began to come apart.

This managed to form a sword and for a moment it was just flashes of blue light and fire, and Yamamoto was forced back. Exhausted, his power running on fumes, the Son fought like a monster. The Head Captain might as well have been a machine.

It was then that Ichigo got it, Yamamoto was playing the wounded bird. Giving way while mechanically blocking, counter-attacking. Receiving hits that seemed to infect him with blue lines that his Spiritual power burned away. The man's blood flash boiled the moment it left his body.

"You are just another example of his treason," Yamamoto spoke quietly, but Ichigo heard him as if he was standing right next to the man. "A power like yours could have turned many a defeat into victory. Stymied actual Gods, but he kept you apart, kept you hidden."

"You speak of treason!" The boy spat.

"Yes I do," The man's voice was cold and lifeless, "Because history is written by the victors."

There was the sound of a blade moving through the air, a flash...of light, the boy's surprised expression as his head fell off his shoulders, behind them the woman who would be Captain Unohana caught the head with the same reverence as one might cradle a lover.

The world went black, save for a single brush waiting for glowing words. "Father." A voice whispered. The words True Reincarnation were written and everything went white.

Ichigo turned and found himself in a familiar stone hall. "It is taxing to bring you here now." The eyes in darkness opened. "The White God has made you his."

"Everyone keeps saying that."

"Because it is true." There was a chuckle that reverberated through the chamber. "This is the last time we will speak until I return to the World of the Living." Ichigo felt a chill run through him at those words. "So, in the interest of expediency, did you enjoy my childhood?"

*Say nothing of the armor, for he does not remember*

Ichigo's expression did not so much as flicker at the still small voice of the White God. He did feel a tug of the Being's Almighty, a tug towards the single road to save the world. "It sucked, you did not deserve that, your Father did not deserve that."

"Do you know what they did to my father?"

*Ready yourself*

What happened next was...indescribable. He knew how perfect knowledge worked, he had some of it through his bonds. But know what happened, to know what they did with a man who only wanted to serve his God and love his family. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt, vaguely he could vocalize the basics.

The Father's power stemmed from both his own Soul and a shard of the Soul King. A gift given when he ascended to the personal guard. He had been taking his turn to help raise his son when his whole world ended. His wife dead, his God dead, he barely sealed off his Estate in time to avoid the purges that came after.

Now those same people who ended his world used him, bound him as they could not have bound their former God, they did blasphemous things. A Frankenstein's monster of pieces of their dead God and a vessel they could control...or mostly control. The worst part was that this had been done to the Father while he was alive. He was still horrifyingly, agonizingly alive, and he was not the Father anymore. He was the Soul King, whose existence kept the world of Soul Society as separate as it could be from everything else.

He was the existence who bent reality, had he been the first Soul King it might have been possible to make it so the Soul Reapers and the Devils could never interact in any way, could never see each other, touch, hear, attack. But they had sacrificed power for control and thus the world was what it was.

Ichigo barely kept standing, he wanted to puke, he would have if he had not been given a warning. "The original sin of Soul Society." The Quincy God spoke without humor, without any inflection at all.

"You're going to try and destroy them," Ichigo said, his breaths coming in heavy.

"Third time's a charm."

Ichigo stared at him, stared at what had once been the boy. "I won't let you hurt my friends."

That brought laughter. "Perhaps, perhaps not, it matters little now. You exist outside of my Almighty, therefore you are a threat that cannot be ignored. I give you this warning because you are my son, even if you are born in darkness."

The shadows retracted to reveal a face Ichigo knew all too well, the hair was different, but the eyes, the sharp features, and his voice, Ichigo had never put that fact in place, but his voice was familiar. Looking at him was an older Zangetsu. "My children will come for you, my children will kill you if they can." Teeth glimmered. "Do what you can and see if you can survive."

Ichigo forced himself into his inner world and Zangetsu was waiting for him. In the distance he could see his Hollow and sitting in his lap, appearing for all the world to be napping, was Tsukiko the incarnation of his inner devil. It would be a while before he was fully used to the fact that she as a girl, born from Sona and Rias's power her wings enfolded her like a cloak her long red hair floating on the wind, it was actually several times longer than her body with a fox mask held in place in that hear near her head. He could see her face the perfect blend of the two girls, Sona's eyes, Rias's chin and lips, Sona's ears. He forced his mind back to Zangetsu as that memory still hurt him and drove him to demand answers.

"What was that?" Ichigo asked

Zangetsu reached up to touch his golden pauldron, his expression stern, distant. "The Quincy King gave his power into his children, for most, it is the power he will take back, for some that was impossible, and thus that power was imbued with purpose."

"And what was your purpose?"

"To protect you," he said at once but then added, "And to keep you from ever using your Shinigami Powers."

Silence blew over the mindscape. "You're my Quincy side?"

"At one point, yes."

"Then was I ever a Shinigami?"

"You still don't get it, King." His Hollow was next to them now, Tsukiko still in his arms, her wings draped around him. Her red hair flowing wild, the fox mask seemed to stick in her hair.

"You're Hollow?"

"Not quite."

Ichigo looked between the two of them with a scowl set on his face. "Well..explain this to me." He almost said please, but in this world, his world, a King did not ask.

"If our path had continued unchanged, then I would have become your Quincy side."

"And I, your Zanpakuto, and before you hurt yourself, I was created when your Dad banged your Mom, a Quincy recently attacked and infected by a Hollow." The man paused. "Naturally, I have to assume Aizen had a hand in that because that many things coming together at once is bullshit." He tilted his head at Zangetsu. "He had more power than I did when we started, and even when I managed to take control, you shoved me back down." He let off a crazy laugh. "Managed to get you to take my sword though, he did not expect that."

"True," Zangetsu nodded, "Endlessly clever." He shook his head.

"But then came the Final Getsuga Tenshou." The white head said.

"Indeed," Zangetsu nodded, "I had thought my job was done and that I was gone."

"But then you decided to become a Devil," White grinned, "And that really fucked things up...in a good way."

"It opened you to the Influence of the White God and in turn opened me to it as well. That was when everything started to change." Zangetsu shook his head. "He didn't even notice, I was only part of his power, but he did not see the White God's influence spreading through me like an infection until he severed us."

"Of course, me being you," White chortled, "I so kindly gave him a part of me to replace what was lost. So he is your Quincy powers, I am your Hollow powers and together we are your Zanpakuto."

"We are Zangetsu." The old man said.

Ichigo opened his mouth then closed it, attempting to engage his brain and think before he said something stupid. "You were waiting until his effect on me was gone before in telling me this?"

Zangetsu nodded. "Correct, I thought it best for him to question if I was still acting as he would."

"Hey, King." Ichigo looked over to….Zangetsu.

The being shook his head. "In the interest of keeping things simple, keep calling me White." In his arms, Tsukiko giggling and snuggling into his chest, kind of ruining his crazy voice psyco vibe. It did not help that he was petting the girl's head, a fact that Ichigo thought he might not be aware of. "Something I want to point out because I'm sure people are freaking right now….what has happened the last few times you learned the True Name of various parts of your power?"

Ichigo sat up, almost smacking his head against the girl shaking him. Orihime was very much naked and lovely. She was also very worried for him, which made sense given the fact that most things in her bedroom were floating. He was glowing with blue circuit-like lines all over his body. He was also outputting a stupid amount of Spiritual Power which looked like a blue-white flame.

Inoue had been woken from a deep sleep and had been shaking him for five minutes and seventeen seconds, she needed to go use the restroom, she was hungry and wished to have breakfast with him, she was worried that...Ichigo fought his way out of the Intellectus, just like he had with Asia...Asia was currently asleep next to Akeno, she was sore and happy because Akeno had….Ichigo forced his mind to the present before he could get overwhelmed by pure unadulterated knowledge.

"Kurosaki-Kun!" Her voice was loud, terrified for him, and terrified of him...he forced his power down, deep breaths, using the methods of control he had been taught. His power lessened, and faded, folding back into his Soul. It took about sixty seconds, and in the mirror, he could see that bits of his hair had started to turn jet black. Though that was fading back to his normal color.

"Are you ok?" Inoue whispered her arms wrapped around him. He did not answer at first, he focused on the insight he had learned, she was terrified of him?

The answer flowed into him, just like that, her experience within the depth of Hueco Mundo, when the fourth Espada had blown a hole in his chest. When White(Zangetsu) had taken over in order to save him. Inoue had seen him at his most base, his power seeming to crush the life out even a Soul as strong as hers. The brutal, animalistic combat, as the personification of his instincts, went to war. She was terrified of him in the sense that White was part of him and that scared her.

But it did not stop the fierce love that burned through her like an inferno. Fear did not stop that, at least the fear of White.

"I'm good." He was better than good actually, he felt more complete, one hundred percent of one hundred. If he had to guess there had been a thirty to forty percent increase in his Reiryoku. "Sorry about that," he leaned over and kissed her gently, feeling her soft body mold against his, "Now go use the restroom, I will be fine."

Inoue made an 'eep' sound and fled the room, his laughter following her, while she did that he got up and made his way to the kitchen. Pausing to grab an apron, to have at least something between him and the grease he was planning to use, Ichigo got to work.

He hummed to himself as he did so, a feeling of contentment falling over him as he actually cooked something for someone else. It would not be anywhere near as good as what his sister or Akeno could do but that did not matter in the slightest. He heard Inoue walk into the room, seeing her dressed in pink flannel pajamas through the reflection of a pot. She seemed to freeze up as she looked at him, her mouth opening and closing.

It occurred to him that he was cooking in a naked apron, which was normally the other way around. Huh, now that he thought about it, he should have put on some boxers. A new thought occurred to him *Am I the ditzy one in my friend group?*...Inoue could be airheaded, but she had never done something like this.

In the reflection he saw Inoue sit down in silence, her eyes on him, tracking the movements of his back and backside. Deciding that if she was enjoying it, he really was in no position to argue given what his girls had done for him.

So he cooked and gave her a show and was feeling pretty good...so it only made sense that the universe decided he would need a bigger audience. The door to Inoue's apartment flew open as Tatuski who looked like she had run all the way here. "Orihime are you alright? What the hell ha...hap..." It seemed her mind sort of short-circuited as she stared at him, her mouth open, eyes very wide.

"T-Tatsuki chan." Inoue squeaked, looking from her best friend to her boyfriend. They were all frozen at the moment. Naturally, Orihime recovered first. "It's a really cute butt, isn't it?"

Tatsuki made a strangled sound, her face turning red as a beet, but her eyes never left him. He could just leave the room and go get his pants. That was what the old him would have done, however, he was changed, he could admit that now, and teasing was addictive. So he just kept working, waiting to see how long it would take Tatsuki to reboot.

"Y-Y-your..." Ichigo ignored her as Inoue seemed to come to the conclusion that things were not going to explode.

Tatsuki sputtered some more and Ichigo glanced behind him. "Orange Juice?" He asked in a bland tone, a scowl on his face.

"P-P-p..." Her eyes flashed with anger, embarrassment, and something else. "Put that ass away!" she half-shouted, then slammed her hand over her mouth.

Ichigo nodded blandly and turned and walked past her, holding out a cup of juice. Tatsuki's eyes almost bulged out of her skull as they flickered down to what the apron was no longer hiding from her angle. Her hand took the drink and Ichigo kept scowling until he slipped into Inoue's bedroom. Then and only then did he quietly laugh, and once again know for a fact why people like Akeno did things like this… it was evil fucking fun. Just the kind of fun to wash the nightmares away, at that thought he shuddered and quickly got dressed.

Orihime felt they had a lovely breakfast, Ichigo cooked some good food, Tatsuki had...well she had been silent the whole time and remained so until Ichigo gave her a kiss and stepped out saying something about Quincy training and waving goodbye to Tatsuki as if nothing had happened.

Her Ichigo was the same in all the ways that mattered, but in many ways, he had changed his strict nature. He was...well, looser was the best way she could put it. Willing to make fun even when it was naughty.

She blushed as the door closed, and he had been very naughty. However, as he left it seemed Tatsuki suddenly found her voice again. "What the hell was that?!"

"Kurosaki-Kun," Inoue replied.

Her best friend gave her that look, the one that said she missed something. "Why didn't you stop him?"

"I was enjoying the view." She blushed as she said that.

"But what about when I showed up?"

"You were enjoying the view."

Tatsuki made a strangled screaming sound. "But I'm not his girlfriend, what if I decided to steal him from you?"

"You like him too?" Orihime smiles brightly. "We should tell him."

Her best friend looked like she wanted to throttle her, well after she finished blushing. "Inoue," She whined, "You're supposed to be protectively jealous, that is how this works."

Inoue made a humming sound. "If I did that I would go crazy because there are so many of us that love him. It's easier not to, especially when he does things to you that feel better than anything you have ever felt." Tatsuki made a whining sound.

"Last night he carried me into my room and..."

"Orihime!" Was Tatsuki's mortified shriek.

The old woman was waiting when he arrived, or rather she was kneeling on her porch drinking a strong bitter tea that made your eyes water at the very fumes. She wore a gi of sorts, with a red tabard, belted around her waist by a green belt. The only difference on her tabard was its purple stripe across the screen. She was old in a way that it seemed only someone with a mortal lifespan could achieve. Wavy grey hair and hard brown eyes, wrinkled skin that somehow held a spark of her strength. He only knew her by the name Sensai, it was all she had given him and it was enough. He would not be half the quincy he was now without her, so Ichigo said nothing, he knew how this worked by now.

Seating himself to relax and wait until she was done, the women surprised him by speaking the moment his butt touched the ground. "You must have done something stupid." He paused, frowning at her as the woman sipped her tea.

"That could be a lot of things."

"My blood," She shrugged, "My blood demands your death."

"I'm sorry?"

Sensei sighed. "The Quincy blood within me, it's annoying and there is only one being I can think of who can do that."

"Oh," He nodded, "He is...angry that I am not bound to him anymore." There was a shattering sound as her cup fell to the ground. Her hard brown eyes met his, her expression one of deadly seriousness.

"What did you say?"

Ichigo considered his last words and saw the important ones. "I am not bound to him anymore."

The woman took a breath and let it out. "How?"

"I'm not allowed to say, it's not the time."

Her mouth twitched. "Can you do it to someone else?"

Ichigo turned his perception inward for a moment, questing, listening. "Yes," He said, "Though..." He winced as he was given the full explanation. "Just to make sure you understand, the reason why he has influence over the Quincy...which means Ishida will be suffering the same effect as you." He sighed and sarcastically muttered. "Wonderful that." He shook his head. "The way this is going to work is I will infect you with my Blut, it will destroy the part of his power within you and replace it with mine...otherwise you would die."

"So I trade one person who gets my Soul for another?" She seemed amused at the idea.

"Not quite, my bond works differently, when I give or for the part infect people with my power, it gives them a boost and in return, I get some of their maximum potential."

Sensei leaned back and chortled. "I can see that being a good deal with young or long-lived beings, not so much for an old fossil like myself."

Ichigo scowled at her and held out his hand, blue lines flared to life. Sensei tilted her head. "I feel sorry for your harem, if you are this much of an indiscriminate dumbass."

He did not give her the satisfaction of reacting and kept his hand outstretched. The old woman's shoulders dropped and almost hesitantly took his hand. Hers was wrinkled, thin, but the strength she still possessed shone though in her fingers.

Now Ichigo had never done this before, he had been told he could do it, but knowing and doing were two different things. He pushed his Spiritual Power through his Blut, towards his hand, and through their touch into hers. "Feels like you stuck me with needles." She murmured. They both watched the blue lines spread up her arm.

He knew what to look for, he had seen the Quincy King in the fullness of his power, had felt it, and he and his body remembered it. The best way he could describe what happened was like trying to suck a milkshake through a coffee stirring straw...with your will alone.

The power of the Quincy King was….well it was deeper and more fundamental than him. It was not transcendent though, he could still sense it, still interact with it. But at the same time, it was more, it was a lot more than just the power of a Soul.

It was a force with a hint of the first Soul King, it was a power that had been molded and forged by a man whose quill could rewrite reality. It was the result of thousands of bonds, over thousands of years, it was a needed reminder that there were people far more powerful than him.

Still, in this place, he had more power in his body than the Quincy God had in this woman. He was not able to tell if it was painful, after her casual remark about needles she made no sound of pain, no appearance of discomfort.

He could not imagine what a Spiritual blood transfusion felt like, but that was almost exactly what they were doing. Quincy power flowed through the blood, so it made sense that this was slow, it was draining and hard. He was essentially removing the power of the Quincy King from every red blood cell in her body and replacing it with his own. When those cells reproduced it would be his power they carried.

The blue lines had spread up her arm and past the hem of her sleeve, though by now it was spreading across her face. Time seemed to lose some of its hold, it felt slow but unnoticed. His focus was complete, it was shocking how easy it was to focus when there were no sexy dream figments doing sexy dream things, while you had to pay attention to an exacting teacher.

It came to an end as her whole body was covered in blue lines and glowing like a fire. He let go and felt the Blut between them snap, the glow obscured his vision, though he could see the Blut lines in the vague shape of a person start to retract towards the abdominal area, merging into the symbol of his bond.

"So this is what freedom feels like." Her voice was softer now.

"You trust me that much?" He asked.

She did not answer, she did not need to, his bonds could not do that, he would not allow that to happen. "So," He said as the light started to fade, "What are we working on to…" He trailed off, his eyes widening in confusion.

Her thinning white hair was gone, replaced by a full head of bubblegum pink hair. The wrinkles and age that spoke of a hard life and harder women were gone, smooth young skin seemed to glow with a healthy light. Her clothing made it hard to tell, but there were some definite curves to her, but most strangely of all...she had not grown an inch.

Sensei looked at herself, looked up at him, her expression...terrifying. "Your bond gives power?" She said.

"It...differs from person to person," He gulped, "I did not know it could alter someone's appearance."

"Lifespan." She corrected, tapping her chest and frowning at the bouncy quality it had gained. "This…slut stamp," Ichigo spat and coughed, almost losing a lung, "Has given me a life span such as you, Devil."

"Please tell me that us not what tattoos there are called."

She shrugged in an uncaring fashion. "I'm trying to figure out if this is your fault or mine."

"Chad has one and my sister has one."

She rolled her eyes. "Guys can be sluts too, case in point, you." That was….that was fair, but it did not make things any better. She sighed. "I don't know, it's what I called them in my time, and it's not changing because you stuck one on me."

Ichigo put his head in his hands and let out a silent scream so he missed what she said and only played attention when she slapped him on the back of the head. "Huh?"

"I said, whose fault is this?"

He spoke the answer that seemed the most reasonable. "Both?"

That answer seemed to mollify Sensei who drummed her fingers and nodded. "That would be Karma would it not?" She sighed. "I spent most of the time you were working imagining what the world would look like outside of this place. Free from the ever-present change that the Quincy King would rip my Soul from me." She tapped one of her smooth cheeks. "I suppose running over the plains of Asia would be harder on an old woman...so what part of it is your fault?" She laughed and the sound was Sensei no matter the age. "Did you really want to fuck me that badly?"

He sputtered and held up his hands much to her amusement. "I don't know, I really don't."

She let out a breath and slowly stood up, automatically reaching for her cane. She stopped when she realized she could straighten her back without pain. "Well," She nodded, "Come on, you came to train and I need to find out what I can do now."

Inside an old building, there was a bar. The people that used it never had to pay for anything. A tall lean man with shoulder-length black hair, dressed in black pants and a white shirt sat on a couch, his arms splayed across the back of it, a fur-lined jacket across his lap. His brown eyes stared across the small table at his guest.

A younger man, more handsome than world-weary, with short black hair, blue eyes, and lean frame. He wore a fall school uniform and seemed at ease by himself too, despite the fact he was sitting in a base of a relatively unknown force in the world.

"Well, you wanted to talk," The man said, "Talk."

"I am Cao Cao of the Hero Faction."

"Never heard of them." The blond boy said, tapping away on his video game console.

A dark-skinned woman at the table snorted "Me either."

Cao Cao nodded. "Understandable, your connection to the supernatural world is done through the view of the Shinigami." That word sent a wave of silence over the group. The boy smiled. "No, I am not connected with them. In fact, I have far more in common with your group."

The man titled his head. "And what would that be?"

"How much do you know about the supernatural outside of the Shinigami?"

The man leaned forward. "Enough to know that most myths are true to some degree or another. Enough to know that it and Soul Society does not interact. In fact, they have many things in place to make sure that they don't come in contact with them." He drummed his fingers on the couch. "You seem to have done your homework though."

Cao Cao bowed his head slightly. "When a group has a person capable of rewriting the history of people, places, and things, it only makes sense to...do your homework."

That did get a raised eyebrow of surprise. "Can I ask how you came by such information?"

"Can I get your name first," Cao Cao smiled, "It's only fair."

The man paused, thought about it and nodded. "Kugo Ginjo, Leader of Xcution."

"Clever turn of phrase, me and mine went with the direct approach to names."

"Neat," Ginjo replied with only a hint of sarcasm, "Now my question?"

"You're Fullbringers," Cao Cao said, "But Soul Society has a claim to your Souls as if you are human. That is an important distinction for many sources of information. So to make a long story very short, I spent a lot of money, time, magic, and other resources to buy information or to buy people to get information about you."

"So you already know our names?"

"I do, though I have no plans on using them unless they are given." Cao Cao smiled. "Ask another question and then I will ask what is on my mind."

Ginjo took a drink and the reality bender hiding in the room, wherein the room kept changing because of his power, seemed to take that as a signal not to attack.

Cao Cao relaxed ever so slightly, though he almost hoped this group would try something. It would be quite fun to see how the Longinus reacted to such an attack. "What is this Hero Faction?"

Cao Cao smiled and said. "Humans, humans with special powers, many of us the descendants and inheritors of Heroes. My namesake heralds from the time of the Three Kingdoms era. Among the people, I call friends are the descendants of Heracles and Joan of Arc and many more."

The man nodded, seeming a little bit interested and Cao Cao continued. "However, despite calling ourselves the Hero Faction, we are truly something much more fundamental," He leaned forward, "We are people, humans who have gained power and become something more, much like you."

Ginjo smirked at him and took a drink. "Something like that I expected, now when you get a group like that you tend to have a goal, do you not?"

"Such as your group's goal of gathering power?"

"Such as." He agreed.

Cao Cao smiled. "We want to shake things up, to make a statement to the powers that be." He let laughter bubble up from his chest. "Show those who think they are above us that...the heavens or the depths are not quite what they were."

"The fact that you are here tells me you seek to include Soul Society in that group?"

"Perhaps," Cao Cao smiled, "The Hero Faction plans to spit in everyone's eye, and we would not be unhappy to add a faction of hiding cowards to the list."

Ginjo made a quiet sound of laughter. "Hiding Cowards," He repeated, "Is that how your side of the world looks at them?"

"Yes."

"So you want us to join your little group?"

"That would be the optimal outcome, but I would settle for having your support in a few fun events that are about to come to pass."

Ginjo nodded. "What would we get out of this?"

"Resources, information, allies," Cao Cao shrugged, "It is the weakness of your group, you are few in number, powerful, but few. And I am sure if we work hard enough we can find some way to get you power too."

Ginjo finished off his glass of alcohol. "Sounds interesting, when do you need an answer?"

"Whenever you want, we don't need you, as you don't need us, however, I am of the thought that we need, or no, we can do great things together."

"Why did you show up now?"

"Because from what I understood either you have finished a current goal or it has fallen though."

Ginjo frowned. "I'm going to have to find out what kind of things have such detailed information?"

"Spirits, Loa, Oracles, certain Sacred Gear users." Cao Cao shrugged. "It's not that they know about you, it's that they can find out when asked. Not comforting, I know, but the prices they charge are high and there are ways you can get them to make the price higher. Now, when it comes to the Shinigami or those masked monsters," He shrugged, "they might as well not exist. Even if you don't feel like helping, an exchange of information would make this all worth it."

"Do you know what our goal was?"

Cao Cao pursued his lips. "No, nothing beyond the fact that it was to acquire power."

Ginjo nodded. "And here you are, offering us power."

"Of a sort, allies, resources, and information," Cao Cao shrugged, "These things might let you think bigger in your methods."

Ginjo nodded. "We will need some time to talk amongst ourselves."

"Of course, call me at this number," He slid a card over to the man, "Yes or no I would like to hear your answer." He bowed his head. "Have a nice day."

Sona bit her lip as she looked herself over in the mirror. Her glasses were perfect, her hair acceptable, her clothing...well she had been working on that decision all day. It was a decent enough distraction from her nervous heartbeat.

She wore a black pencil skirt with a white button-up. Simple, clean, just tight enough to show the curve of her modest breasts. The long sleeves of the shirt covered her arms all the way up to her hands. It was simple, elegant and, most of all, it was her. Her sense of style, what she saw herself as.

Letting out a long breath she slipped on her glasses, letting everything come into sharper focus. After a moment of looking she slipped a simple gold bracelet onto her right wrist. There, her seventh attempt at an outfit and she was at the point where she was just going to stick with this.

Her feet clacked in her small heeled shoes and after pacing a few feet she took a seat on the hotel chair. Maou, the thought of meeting her boyfriend's family was nothing compared to the thought that...this was the night.

Sona settled back, half closing her eyes and letting her mind drift back. Memories hazy due to her youth. Onee-Sama was in those earliest memories. Playing with her, holding her, laughing, spinning, dress up, dolls. Even with her important job, she always spent time with her. Looking back, she must have spent every second she could scrape away from work.

What had she done, what had been the catalyst for change in that? Sisterly love to something else...they were Devils. Desire was bound up in who they were. Love and desire could be bound as well. Perhaps the stress of running a nation seemingly bent on hampering itself had contributed.

Onee-sama had never forced anything, would never force anything. But...at some point, she had been clear in her feelings. Clear that they went beyond what was right for siblings. And her response had been...to accept her sister's behavior. Never to say anything for or against, for some time she had worried that, one day, Onee-Sama would put the choice out in the open.

But she never had, and that just sort of fell into the background. Coloring their interactions, their time together, but never overshadowing it. Her Sister loved her far above and beyond the lust she felt for her. That had never changed and it probably never would. So when had she changed, when had she decided that yes, her own feelings at the matter were more complicated than she had said.

If she had to guess, it had been that date, that time she, her sister, and him. Thoughts had been stirring in her head, thoughts she was ashamed of now. She had wondered if Onee-sama was interested in the man only because she was, or worse, trying to break what she was trying to make. But no, the same man she had fallen in love with was the same man who had captured her Sister. Everything she had seen of those two told her that even without her own relationship, those two had found something real in each other.

Now the bonds between them all, the bonds that marked all of them. Perhaps they had something to do with, pushing aside the barriers that she and nature had built.

Maou it felt so wrong, but her heart pounded at the thought, the forbidden thoughts that made her itch. The forbidden thoughts with...both her Sister and him...that made her core really itch.

She opened her eyes and looked at the mirror across the room, her eyes were glowing and in that face, she saw the Devil she was.

It was time to stop pretending, stop wondering or thinking, what was done was done, what is….is. And what was going to happen, she could not keep the blush off her face. "Will happen." she said aloud, the clock told her it was time.

Sona stood up, nodded at her reflection, and walked to the door.

As she entered the lobby, her Sister was waiting for her...making a scene like always. Dressed in her fabulous pink Levi-tan Magical Girl outfit.

A pink top high enough to show her belly button, a white and pink mini-skirt with a black and gold belt. Thigh-high pink and black ringed socks, black boots with gold filigree, her pink magical girl hat, and of course her new and improved staff...an upgrade from her season finale a few weeks ago. She was leaning on it talking to a little girl, while her scandalized mother was frozen in place. "Yes," Serafall said, "You can be a Magic Girl like me." The child's smile was so radiant it was almost blinding.

"Ok, I'm gonna." The child replied.

Sona walked up quickly. "Onee-Sama you're not wearing that tonight, are you?"

Serafall turned her head grinning and spun with the grace of a ballerina. "I think it is perfect." Her smile was pure emotion. "I am not going to hide who I am, or my brand of crazy." She looked her up and down. "And you're not hiding who you are So-tan."

The mother slipped away with her child. Eyes were on them, a lot of eyes, in some ways they could not have been more different. Herself taller, thinner, sharper than her Onee-Sama's curvy, bustier form, her longer, more wild hair. Hell, people who did not know them often assumed she was the older.

"Right." She sighed.

Serafall pulled her into a hug and Sona shivered at the touch. "Don't be so nervous, we aren't going to do anything you don't want." Sona knew that was true, but hearing it helped.

"I know, but," She let the words fall out, "It is what I want."

Her Onee-Sama seemed to shudder in pure pleasure at the words, but let go and turned her head to the door. "Looks like he is here."

Sona blinked a few times as just like clockwork he walked into the hotel. Both she and her sister frowned at the slight limp in his step, given his healing factor that spoke of damage far greater. He was dressed as himself, a theme they all seemed to share. A pair of jeans, nice tennis shoes, a white shirt with the number 17 on the center.

He paused to look at both of them, his gaze so...hot it made her want to flush. But then he caught their expressions and it morphed into one of worry. "What did I do?" He asked quietly as he moved next to them.

"You're limping, what happened?" Serafall was in full Maou mode, something Sona found amazing about her. The ability to just switch from relaxed to serious in a heartbeat.

"Training," He shook his head, "Got hit pretty hard, but it's a lot better than it was."

"Training," Sona said, "Hard enough to cause lasting damage...what happened?"

"My teacher underestimated her strength. Caught me in the leg, blew off a chunk of calf off...we know better."

"Hmmm." Serafall gave him the eye as Sona made a quite sputtering sound. "Your teacher is a she, she underestimated her power...and given who you are and the kind of people you pick to teach you...did you bond with your teacher?"

"Yes." Ichigo looked away, embarrassed.

Sona put her hands on her hips. "Please tell me you at least will give us some warning before..."

"She is ninety-five years old...well, plus four hundred, but she stopped aging at ninety-five, in mortal years."

"Hmm," Serafall nodded again, "So..what power did your mark give her?"

Ichigo winced. "It...a...it...a," He looked away, "It gave her my lifespan and de-aged her to about twenty years old, in the prime of her power and youth."

They both gave him the eye. "She is training me in how to use my Quincy abilities, that is all." They waited until he started to sweat before Sona shook head and Serafall shifted back to magic girl mode.

Ichigo's patience was cut short as her rich quiet laughter flowed through the room like causing shivers from many of the people watching. She walked to him, rising to her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck. She pulled him down, so he was looking into her lovely violet eyes. Her body molded itself against his. It had been quite a few days since he felt her body in this way.

A flirty, heated smile played across her face as she pulled him into a kiss. Her voice spoke in his head. 'I have really missed you.'

He slid his hands around her waist, enjoying the feeling of her soft bare skin against his fingers. 'That tickles.' She murmured in his head. He kissed her harder, using all she had taught him and when they pulled away she had a look of pride. A bit at odds with the way her tongue was hanging out of her mouth like she was a schoolgirl who had her first kiss stolen by a playboy.

It made the people watching either look away or look harder. Sona looked a little flushed just from watching, she was swaying a little, her cheeks a bit red, her eyes flicking away then back to them.

He glanced at Serafall and gave her a wink, letting go and taking a long step over to Sona towering over her lithe form. Her breathing increased and suddenly all that noble bearing melted away. Her wide eyes blinked as her lips parted. He took a firm grip of her hips, growing ever so slightly as the black pencil skirt blocking access to her fair skin.

So he compensated by sliding his hands down to her tight butt and kissing her before she could say anything about the action. Serafall watched them with a wide grin as he turned all the skill she had kissed into him on her sister.

To be fair Sona had gotten some practice in, at least from him and perhaps from Rias if his instinct on that matter was correct. However, she was no match for him in the same way he was no match for Serafall. She let out a slight moan as he squeezed her bottom.

He pulled away and she took in a deep breath looking a bit confused. Serafall giggled and slipped an arm in his. "Well, now that you have had your vengeance, let's go on that date." Sona was starting to come back to herself by the time he slipped an arm through hers and started walking them out. Today was going to be a good day.

Comments of the Week

Conrar

I truly appreciate well-written scenes in fanfiction that go into descriptive depth about lore that isn't always covered decently enough in the source material.

Thank you for this treat!

Thank you for the compliment, if you have seen the start of this story you can see how far I have come and how far I have to go. I hope you continue to enjoy it.

The Fierce Deity God of War

Question: Is the Sakura Haruno look-alike Serafall's bishop or rook? The scene she was in called her both. Otherwise wonderful story looking forward to future chapters.

Oops, she is a Rook as is befitting of her powers in Naruto lol, I will need to go back and fix that, thank you for pointing it out

TauCetiEarth

A non antagonistic Aizen.. subarashi.. Yuzu's development.. subarashi! Rukia's gonna be part of the harem.. SUBARASHI! I hope for a lot of things in that possible development there.. not gonna say it though cause I don't wanna put a damper on the 'writing spirit'.. actually nvm, I so wanna see Aizen get some 'not-lonely' ;D maybe Orihime can help Rukia..? dunno what the plan for plot for these things is, though.. I'm rooting for you, Yuzu! I wonder just how much of Aizen is redeemable.. maybe the state of the current soul society will open eyes to the reasons behind his actions, and maybe through Ichigo, can their hearts change on the matter of the sanity behind his actions.. though I'm not sure just how much of the canon you want to follow there, I'm still only theorizing.. I don't want to be a reason for dampening that writing spirit..

Don't worry about dampening my writing spirit, if this is about the thing I put in the last chapter, explaining why I write. That was mostly to answer a lot of people who have asked or prodded me to get this arc over with. I respect and read those reviews and felt that they deserved an explanation along with my answer. Never censor yourself when reviewing me, I will read what you say. Thank you for enjoying my story.

T-Biggz

I will say introducing Vali was a nice curveball to throw into this chapter, made the upcoming arc seem more threatening and real as a response. Did Ichigo really use Bankai against Vali or was that simply Vali's assumption?

Nice to see the other Bleach characters aren't getting completely pushed to the wayside. Chad fighting Camie from Street Fighter and finding out more of what his powers could do was enlightening and entertaining in its own way.

Will Issei and Kiba be properly introduced to the Karakura inhabitants? I feel like you're purposely avoiding them from interacting for some reason.

Ichigo did use Bankai, it was how he was able to trash Vali so thoroughly, as that boy is very powerful. Vali is now well aware of what it will take take to fight Ichigo on even ground.

Chad is having fun that is for sure, I hope you like what I added to him this chapter.

I'm not avoiding them so much as I am focused on getting through the actions of Ichigo's harem interacting with family and dates. I will see what I can do about getting them introduced.

Razmire

Aizen's motives and actions are confusing me. It's very hard to tell if he's being a very clever puppet master and is manipulating everyone again, or if he is actually being honest and is trying to be a friend to Ichigo.

Well I guess that means I am writing him correctly.

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CupzTheMilkMan

I rarely ever write reviews, I usually read and then move on, but this is one of the first stories I've felt a review would be beneficial to the writer, the story is great, small little errors here and there, like if you're going to do a scene break, definitely put someone'sXxx) pov" after the break so readers aren't too confused, because it can easily cause a reader to get stuck up on a few pieces of dialog and ask whos talking, there's way more than enough interest in the plot, especially to see where Rukia is going and how she's gonna see him, in what feels like years, Aizen and whatever scheme he is planning behind the scenes, "Humanization" of Aizen if you will, to make a villain more understanding,

Although the pacing currently is kind of slow, but I think it is a necessary evil, to give readers a understanding that each girl means the same to him and seeing it as "filler" helps really reading it without getting frustrated that the story feels like it isn't going anywhere, clear improvement in writing skills from chapter 1 to chapter 51 and can tell you genuinely care for what you're writing, keep it up, I'm praying for speedy updates lol

Aizen is fun to write, I remember in my first attempt at a Bleach Fanfiction I avoided him like the plague. As for his scheme, what is scarier, that he might have one or….he is telling the truth?

Thank you for understanding why I am doing this, hell I am condensing what is normally a long dating period to one date each and then I can move on to having other things happen in the background. Perhaps some new dates will show up if more women get involved, but other than that its around one per girl with a few exceptions. Thank you for enjoying my story.