X
The following week was a grueling hell. First, we had worked on healing my own injuries. With Captain Unohana's gentle, firm, and calculated guidance, I was able to avoid both scarring myself further and causing new injuries. She then moved on to having me heal fish. I would swipe the regular carp from the Fourth's pond and allow them to flip about on the table. Then I was to heal them once their gasping ceased.
My hair was constantly getting in my eyes, and I had resorted to using a long braid to keep it at least somewhat tamed.
I felt bad for every fish that I couldn't save. But I was able to build off my guilt and quickly learn how to give them fresh energy for life.
Four days in, we moved to healing others who had minor injuries. Members of the Eleventh who had come in from their usual rowdiness requesting a healer were the first guinea pigs. While the injuries were non-life threatening, they were my most challenging completed to date.
"Look here," Captain Unohana directed me, her hand brushing mine as she directed my attention to the smallest of scars. "There is a slight scarring. It's important to take your time with these injuries. But scars may be healed later if there isn't time," she instructed me, her deep eyes winding into my own as she spoke firmly.
I shivered. "R-Right."
She was a very intimidating woman.
On the final day she taught me to heal myself while I was fighting.
My blank asauchi clanged harshly against her lieutenant's. I let him dance around me, the constant reshuffling of his feet discrediting his prowess and enthusiasm.
"Are you focusing? I'm going to strike!" He laughed as he came at me head on. I automatically raised my blank blade, sparks flying as he managed to get way too close to the hilt.
Shiro clicked her tongue at me. You're not fighting with a short blade, girl, she admonished me.
I grunted, letting his dramatic downstroke "overpower" me as I stumbled back almost playfully. I made a lazy jab at his side only for him to make an overthrown dodge. I let him slice at my shoulder.
Bringing my hand up, green healing energy already wrapping around my fingers, Unohana's strong yet calm voice reached in between us like gloved fingers.
"Don't use your hands," she directed me. My eyes skidded to her, narrowing somewhat as I considered her. I absentmindedly dodged another slice from the dark-haired man while I stared.
Blinking and turning my eyes back to him, I met his blade as I drew up the healing powers in my body.
I can do that, I realized.
X
Captain Shihoin hummed at the report. Three non-life-threatening injuries severe enough to require an advanced medical stay on job duties.
According to the neatly inked page, the onmitsukido members hadn't been able to sense the perpetrator but believed it to be their target.
"So there's no proof," she stated to herself.
"Yes, Captain," the small girl stated before her.
"Kisuke…just who have you gone and gotten attached to?" Flipping the picture, she eyed the geisha-esque courtesan.
X
"Ah, Captain Unohana!" JuushiroJushiro waved, smiling. Shunsui dipped his hat as she approached.
Making their way inside, the three captains sat behind a privacy screen as they chatted and enjoyed their midday meal.
"By the way, Captain Unohana…" JuushiroJushiro trailed off, eyebrows furrowed with obvious worry.
Shunsui started in on a long drink of his alcohol, knowing very well where this was going.
"She is progressing quickly," she assured him. JuushiroJushiro relaxed somewhat.
"And the…?" Again, trailing off.
"The asauchi is as it should be. It is yet too soon to tell if it will take," she answered, sipping her tea.
"Right," JuushiroJushiro answered, feeling some of his anxiety alleviate. "Captain Urahara has been keeping an eye on her. He has nothing unusual to report either," he offered.
Unohana remained silent. "Was she able to escape from the onmitsukido?" she asked, voice deceptively light.
"Quite easily, from what I understand," Shunsui answered this time.
Unohana hummed at this. The three fell silent as she formulated her question. "Captain Ukitake…" she began, eyes going soft and almost motherly while she looked at him.
"Yes?" he asked, feeling as if he already knew the question that was coming.
"Your feelings for this girl…will they remain if she is revealed to be a threat?" Unohana was straightforward, lacking the usual decorum and politeness she carried around others.
JuushiroJushiro looked into his green tea, his normally warm eyes pulling down somewhat. "I…" He did not believe she would be a threat, but if she was… "I would do what's best for the Soul Society."
Unohana nodded. "Then all is well. All we can do is wait."
The wind blew in from the small window to their right, carrying with it a small charge. Unohana looked out curiously. "What is that?" she asked somewhat rhetorically.
"The storm is coming. Slowly, but it's coming." Shunsui pulled his hat down, hiding his grim face. He didn't want to spoil the fun gathering.
X
Holding my asauchi out, I closed my eyes and tried to feel the reishi around me. Holding my breath, I then released. I felt gentle waves over my hands, through my hair, cupping my face, tickling the bottoms of my feet as it growled through the earth.
Harnessing the reishi, I focused it in my asauchi as I chanted. I brought my sword up and over my shoulder.
"Cutting Flower Ring." Swiping my long blade in front of me, it produced a ring of spiky yellow hardened reishi. I watched as it leveled the boulders in front of me and flew into the wall of the training compound. It shook the earth hard, and I found myself stumbling in surprise at the sheer force of the spell. I gasped, feeling myself tilt dangerously far back.
Warm, large hands wrapped around my shoulders, steadying me. "K-Kisuke!" I looked up at him, shocked. I had felt the faintest wisp of his presence here earlier, and I assumed that he had just left.
"Hey!" he chirped happily. "Practicing again?" he asked, looking towards the damage. I winced.
"Yeah…" I said, somewhat sheepishly. "Sorry about the damage…" I said, growing red as I looked at the extent of what I had done.
"It's okay. It's a good idea to have more open space," he reassured me. I felt his thumbs rub my shoulders somewhat. My body froze, unsure of the mixed signals my brain and Shiro were trying to send it.
I could practically feel her trying to stamp down the very same warm embers that she had purposefully stoked within me.
"U-Um…" I started, trying to fill the awkward silence with something. "What're you doing here?" I asked, trying to start a conversation. I turned towards him, feeling a little sad at the loss of his warmth.
"What, can't I visit my protege?" he teased lightly. I was overly aware of the small yet charged air between us.
I laughed back, pink still blossoming high in my cheeks. "Aren't I older than you?" I wondered aloud, ribbing him gently.
"What? Really?" he asked, blinking in surprise as he rubbed the back of his head.
I hummed. "Pretty sure." My eyes were wide as I pondered this. "At least…I think?" I questioned, taking the chance of my unsurety and looking away.
"Do you want to spar?" Kisuke asked, making me look back at him in surprise. His face was the same as always. Kind, naively open.
Something small hardened inside me. No exceptions. "No, I don't think that's a good idea," I told him.
He pouted at this. "Here and I came all this way too," he almost sang dejectedly, and I had to resist the urge to raise my hands at him in a dramatic gesture. He seemed to press my buttons playfully more and more every time we got together. "Why? Still not sure about your zanpakutou?" he asked, looking at the asauchi.
I looked down at said blade. You know he's trying to pry some answers out of you. He's not an idiot, Shiro warned me.
"Does your squad even know you're here?" I teased, waving my blade lazily.
He laughed me off. "No, but I'm sure Hiyori is loving it," he guaranteed.
I smiled at him before looking at my new blade. "I'm not sure of it yet." I avoided saying the word, thinking of my shortsword. While my zanpakutou—first zanpakutou—was always quiet, if not silent, she hadn't so much as budged since I took in this new blank blade. "That kido just now…it rattled the blade really hard. I don't think it's that strong yet," I observed, tipping it and admiring the shiny reflections. My short blade had long gone dull from physical disuse.
"I see." Kisuke put a hand on my shoulder, surprising me. "Nothing that time can't help," he told me reassuringly.
My mouth curved as my eyes softened, my chestnut eyes seemingly on the edge of what could only be the quiet before a firestorm. "Thank you."
He nodded. "Well, then. I must be getting back. I've been asked to observe that storm that's heading this way." He turned to leave.
"Storm?" I grabbed his hand, pressing him. My body was tighter than a whip.
"It doesn't rain in the Seireitei," Shinji told me.
"What? Why not?"
He shrugged. "No idea," he said, deadpan. He looked down and picked at his nails. "The last time I saw rain…it was about 50 years ago, I think."
"O-Oh…" he started sheepishly, tousling his hair. "I'm not really supposed to mention this…" The smokescreen was building up in his eyes. A prelude to a firestorm, to the very air itself reaching out of my lungs like a grasshopper crawling its way out of the maw of a shrew. "There's a strange weather system moving around the Soul Society. We haven't been able to predict it really until now, but…we think it's coming here. Eventually," he told me evenly.
I felt lodged in ice, my permafrosted digits slipping out of his heat infused conduits. "It's coming here?" My eyes were wide. My voice was quiet.
My name slipped off my ears as he worried, stepping back closer to me. "Don't worry," he told me, deep voice drawing me back somewhat. I looked up at him in confusion. He leaned down to my ear, lips a hairsbreadth away. "I remember what you told me. I'll keep you safe."
My heart stopped.
He shunpoed away.
X
That night I sat shivering against imagined cold in JuushiroJushiro's bath. He was to join me soon when he came home, presumably.
I was ready to discuss things with him.
Both of my blades rested on the counter, my shorter blade weighing the asauchi down. The naked blade of the asauchi still felt lighter than a breeze. My reishi was taking much longer to permeate and bleed into the blade than when I had originally gained my powers. And gained them back a second time, I realized.
My half-lidded eyes stared at my empty blade. Maybe I should do it right this time…I dunked under the water, gently scrubbing my hair.
"I reject that!" I whispered to myself, striking the same pose as the main character in JuushiroJushiro's mangas.
"Oh, really?" he asked, sliding the door open at the perfect moment. I blanched and laughed awkwardly. "I didn't realize you read those." He blushed and chuckled somewhat as he disrobed.
I watched as he sank into the water across from me, sighing into the heat. "This feels nice…" He tipped his head back and closed his eyes.
"Thank you for the zanpakutou," I started. "I guess I never thought about why mine didn't grow back." I looked at my dual blades again.
"It's not a problem," he assured me. "It's unusual for zanpakutou to remain in such a state as yours has. I just hope that you're able to transfer the spirit as Shunsui hypothesized." He followed my gaze.
I swallowed my anxiety. "JuushiroJushiro," I started, clearing my throat of nerves lightly.
"Hmm?" He put a warm rag on top of his head.
"I don't think I'm ready for a relationship yet." I sprung my response on him. I winced at how awful my voice came across.
He remained relaxed across from me. After a few moments, I forced the tension that had built up in me to dissipate as best I could.
"I know," he eventually told me, opening his eyes back up. "That's okay. We can take things at your pace," he reassured me, the embarrassed blush gone and replaced with a look that reminded me of the ritualistic, gentle waves that carved deep scars into the land over eons.
I felt dumbfounded. "You're…You're not mad?" I asked.
"I could never be mad at you." He smiled at me. My heart thudded loudly.
"O-Oh…" I trailed off. "Thank you," I assured him. "But don't…don't wait on me," I told him.
He blinked in surprise. "What do you mean?" he asked, shifting somewhat so he wasn't leaning back.
I forced myself to meet his eyes evenly. I feel like a teenager again, I realized. Not knowing what I want and not being able to commit.
"I might never be ready," I confessed. "I'm sorry. I'm still young," I tried to explain.
He smiled at this. "I know." He let his response hang in the air for a moment. "These feelings we both have, even if they don't match…are part of love too." He smiled at me.
I felt myself crumble immediately. "JuushiroJushiro!" My bottom lip wagged as water crept into my emotional eyes.
I sniffled as he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around me.
X
The kido spun, blurs of the Seireitei flashing too fast for neigh anyone to see as Aizen scrolled through casually.
"Can't find her again?" the small child asked from just over his shoulder.
Aizen remained silent.
X
His pale hand gently brushed her hair out of her face before cupping her cheek. Shinji had to lean down to kiss her, but he didn't really mind. Not when her skin was so supple, its porcelain hues so delicate in a way that screamed, I'm high class! Better than you Rukongai peasants! I've never seen the sun or done a hard day's work!
Bold hands made quick work of her complicated clothing, immediately pressing down on her core as he started to work her up and down roughly.
Shinji was always attracted to those he felt were finer than him. Soft fabrics, long hair, bobbles from faraway lands. Shinji wanted to touch everything he could, grab ahold and bring it down to his level; instill some level of humanness and equality into these incomprehensible people, ideas, and objects.
A thin mouth traced from her stomach up, spinning a slow circle around her breast before latching on harshly to a pale, dusty nipple. He lightly bit at her here, enjoying the way she would rock her chest into him, begging for more.
His lips released the well-abused nub, tongue running greedily over the bright red now present before he claimed her mouth.
Her lips were always so plush and pliant under his, tempting him in farther as he swiped a tongue over her lower lip. She gasped as he knowingly grabbed her arm too hard with his free hand.
He always loved that about her. As much as she looked to be far away, stars and skies dancing in her beautiful eyes, she wouldn't make a single pained noise unless it was too great to bear.
He released his grip, hand sliding apologetically up and down her arm as he released her mouth. She panted lightly, likely already feeling heady, as he dipped down lower.
She keened when teeth bit down much too harshly on her neck.
Shinji tasted blood. It fueled him. There's what I've been looking for. You're equal to me, his actions insisted. He released and watched with quiet interest, rubbing himself against her thigh, as she began to immediately heal herself, stopping the bleed.
Letting up on his ministrations preparing her heat, Shinji instead cupped his fingers to trap some slick. Bringing himself close, he smeared it over his head as he stroked up and down. Her eyes were wide and enamored with his unabashed actionsness, her face going red.
Smiling down at her mischievously, Shinji then lined himself up and slowly slid inside. One hand squeezed her hips still while the other purpled her as of yet untouched breast.
Her body was warm, her chest pliant. As he thrust inside her, all he could see was a perfect doll, its hair shaken just right, the bruises littering its neck, arms, and chest just right, water building up in its eyes emotionally just right as she willingly submitted, mentally overtaken by his domination.
She was already tight around him, his earlier work and patience paying off. She squeezed around him sporadically as he spoke lowly in her ear, telling her all the details of how she felt and was making him feel.
His thrusts slowed down as she started to keen, trying to hold off her orgasm, but her final clamp signaled her orgasm.
He came unabashedly after securing her release. He was addicted to the way she would tremble and writhe when pressed beyond the limits of her senses post-orgasm.
And then again, he brushed her brown hair out of her face.
"It's a shame Sosuke always disappears when you come around," he told her sporadically, observing her carefully as she tensed from just the mention of his lieutenant's name. Interesting. "I'd love to make him watch," he teased, toying with a piece of her hair. Hers was slightly lighter than his.
Maybe after so many years of being used to darker brown hair, he could grow accustomed to light brown hair too.
X
"You were with Captain Hirako last night," Unohana began. We were sipping tea in her main room with the doors open. The soothing song of the eternal summer cicadas and the sweetened air wrapped around us, rustling our casual clothes.
"Yeah," I told her, putting my tea down as I looked at my nails. I would need to work on them soon. It was important that I kept up looks.
"Do you like him?" she asked, voice delicate.
I blinked in surprise. "I suppose I have complicated feelings for him," I admitted. She was quiet, and I continued. "He reminds me of someone I used to know. But that person just up and left without a word. I didn't even find out until…" Until he showed up to fight Aizen wearing the Fifth's white haori.
Sensing my leaving off, she spoke. "I see." She took a moment to think. "He seems like he enjoys…bringing the finer things down to his level." She observed my bruised neck. "Or so I've heard," she finished.
I sighed, thinking about it. It's true that this Shinji seemed to hold less regard for me than the previous Shinji. But maybe that's just what happens over time. Maybe he changed, was going to change.
You're making excuses for him again, Shiro pointed out.
"It seems like it," I agreed.
You started tearing up last time. You're too emotional about him, Shiro said firmly.
What else do you expect? I wondered back. He was dominating me. I loved it.
He didn't stop when he noticed that and ask if I was okay, I remembered. A small, thorny flower planted in my chest.
I shook the idea off for now.
Unohana sighed, the quiet of the rushed air just barely tickling my senses. She was still far beyond my capabilities. My fingers twisted around my cup as I tried to enjoy the moment rather than dwell on my thoughts.
X
"The Haunting of Hill House?" I noticed the cover of the book, surprised.
Kisuke looked to the side as we sat in his garden, his sake cup hovering just before his lips. "Mmm," he hummed. "Captain Hirako loaned it to me from his personal collection. It's interesting." He touched at the bookmark lightly as if to flip it open before he thought better.
The familiar name tickled my brain. "That's…a ghost story, right?" I guessed, rubbing my arms as the moon clarified overhead.
He hummed affirmatively as he drank.
I smiled mischievously as I waited for him to put his cup down. "Afraid of ghosts?" I pushed him playfully, grass spilling to the side as he fell on his back.
He laughed as he wrapped his arms around me.
Squirming around, I grabbed at the book and flipped open the cover to read the description. "I think I've read this before…?" My memory stretched as I squinted at two strange numbers at the bottom of the page. "What's this?" I showed him.
Taking the book from me, he looked at them. "These are coordinates. I think Captain Hirako said that I should visit them…? Something about the house this is based on being there." He rubbed his head as he tried to remember.
"How do you just look at coordinates and know where to go?" I asked deadpan, slight wonder in my voice.
He laughed. "It's easy!" he assured me. "You just…"
X
"How'd it go? Find him?" Shunsui asked, already several drinks deep into the group jug. He lazed about the party table, taking up both Captain Otoribashi's and Lieutenant Mashiro's laps. Pink had already well-stained his cheeky face.
"No, I couldn't. Seems he might have gone home for the night." JuushiroJushiro sighed, sitting in between Captain Hirako and Captain Shihoin.
Captain Shihoin spoke up loudly at this, being nearly ahead of Shunsui drinking-wise. "He's usually in his lab about now. Did you check there?" she asked, words slurring as she gestured with her own personal jug.
"Yes, and with his lab assistant," JuushiroJushiro replied before looking over his shoulder and flagging down a waitress. He pointed something out on the menu to her.
Captain Shihoin groaned. "Gosh, I told him to be here too! Where are you, Kisuke?" She groaned again even louder, annoyed.
X
The storm was there, curling in withthe hushed and whispering insidefrom the twisted metal in Kisuke's hands. The world seemed too quiet, the import and trade agreement for the Twelfth's purchase of sekkiseki for more scientific development fading into the background underneath.
He knew. He knew this reiatsu signature, had tested it against the source itself to see a reaction.
Kisuke knew it was the source of the continued building storm.
The source itself sat in an impregnable barrier behind several locks, decoys, and traps.
Even behind all those barriers, all those walls, it still stared at him. Waiting. Observing. Listening. Learning.
When Kisuke had first seen and felt this hair stick in the courtesan's hair, he had felt shockedcandalized. And for the owner of this hair piece to approach him, to demand that he escort and train her? (She had asked, but how could someone as low as Kisuke himself turn someone from the high court down?)
Kisuke was confused. And scared. What could someone who had coexisted, if not tamed, this small fraction of the Hogyoku want with him?
It was only after he had run further tests that he realized his reiatsu was present inside the hair stick too. His power was the force that twisted the metal, created the strange hollow-like design on the end.
Needless to say, Kisuke was both terrified and intrigued.
This mystery was becoming—already is—his new obsession.
If what she said that night was true, if a courtesan truly had that much spiritual pressure…
X
"You used to have a human body, didn't you?"
I froze, edamame hanging out of my mouth as I lost my grip. Kisuke's question stilled my brain, a complete 180 from our previous merrymaking on the porch.
"I did," I eventually elected to answer after throwing my senses about. I couldn't sense any onmitsukido about. They seem to have given up in the recent few months. I was curious as to why they had suddenly backed off when they had been loosely tailing me.
"And then you died," he said, seeming satisfied with himself.
I don't know if I'm dead, I had to hold myself back from saying it aloud.
"Have you seen my hair stick?" I asked again. I usually asked once a month. Often enough to hopefully keep it in his mind but not annoyingly so.
He shook his head. "No. I can look for it, if you would like," he offered, as always.
"No." I shot him down. "I'm probably better off with it not in my possession," I admitted.
"Oh? Why's that?" he asked curiously.
Kicking Shiro to the curb, I put my hand over his and squeezed lightly. "No reason to hold on to ghosts." I turned my bittersweet expression towards the blooming daisies beneath our feet.
He swallowed at this, and I felt his normally calm and quiet reiatsu go somewhat…strange. Cold?
"I see," he answered.
"Kisuke." I looked over at him, the wind swishing my long, loose hair.
"Yes?" He looked at me, his reiatsu melting somewhat while also playing up.
"I…would like to get to know you better," I suggested. I had been thinking about him since I came here. That's almost…how long has it been now? I mentally shook my head. The Soul Society always messed with my inner clock.
"Y-You do?" he asked, face turning red as he stuttered. He went to rub the back of his head.
Just like when we met for the first time this go around, I remembered warmly. I leaned forward, coming into his bubble and trying to seem as sure of myself as he had when he invaded mine before.
"Just a little bit at a time is fine. Let's enjoy ourselves." I leaned into his shoulder, closing my eyes and enjoying the way his reiatsu played somewhat nervously across his skin. I wonder what he's feeling right now? I wondered. The previous Kisuke never gave his emotions away like this. Maybe this is a cover, I thought cynically.
X
Several weeks later, I found myself being requested in person by Hiyori to join her captain for dinner.
"Not sure why he's making me do this! That egghead doesn't do anything in the lab. Lab Vice-Chief, my ass!" she grumbled in front of me.
Seeming upset at the way she had been somewhat usurped, I asked her gentle, prodding questions about it as we calmly walked to the Twelfth.
Bidding her goodbye, I swallowed somewhat nervously as I knelt in front of his shoji doors. Knocking politely, I held my personal fan up and tried to keep my forehead dry despite the wet air tracing me.
"Come in." His usual friendly voice allowed me to open the door and approach.
Tea lights had been set out on an empty table, two sitting pillows on either side. Kisuke sat on one side and poured a cup of tea for me.
Sitting down, I accepted it gracefully. The banter came easily between us. How was your day? Any new discoveries? How are the other captains one of us hasn't seen for some time?
At some point, the lack of food being long-forgotten, the small candles began to burn down to their last.
"Oh, that's the last of the candles," Kisuke started. He put a hand on his chin, seeming lost in thought. "I don't think I have any more. Maybe you could show me that kido you did the first night…?" He looked up at me with a puppy-like expression.
"Sure," I answered, happy to be of use. I didn't want to end our conversation yet. The night was still young.
Putting my hands out over the table, I channeled my power into a unique, almost bastardized binding kido to help illuminate when warm hands slid around my wrists.
Putting my hands out over the table, I channeled my power into the unique, almost bastardized binding kido when warm hands slid around my wrists.
"Huh?" I breathed out, staring as my kido failed and my powers played up at the proximity.
Wrists were very important to the spiritually aware, such as Soul Reapers. The spiritual vents allowed the reiatsu buildup inside us to be controlled.
"Lady Keisei…may I…impose upon you tonight?" he asked delicately, steadfast looking me in the eye.
I gulped quietly, finding myself struck almost like a teenager. A small smile found me from within as my feelings warmed. I nodded. "You may."
Guiding me around the table, my skin prickled as his grip became more firm and unyielding. Sitting before him, my kimono suddenly felt too tight. I can't breathe.
It was when he easily encircled my wrists with only one of his hands, the other going to my cheek to just barely brush down the surface, that I knew I was done for.
The wet air made the already existing charge between us pick up as his hand traced under my jaw. Closing my eyes, I let myself lean into his touch as he circled the back of my neck. I felt so small in his grasp.
A soft pressure on my lips caused a quiet, surprised noise from within me. He backed off briefly, chuckling lowly as his eyes sparked, before coming back with more force.
Between his soft lips pressing into me and the tightening pressure on my neck, I could only start to feel faint at my high arousal.
Gently, so as to not disturb his unknown barriers and lines, I traced what skin I could get to. Our mouths meshed as I trailed along the back of his neck, the dip of his shihakusho.
Encouraged by this, he broke the kiss to let my wrists go in favor of bringing me up to sit on his lap. Feeling a surprising hardness, my deepened eyes flicked up to his.
"Can I touch…?" I asked quietly, cautiously, not wanting to break the atmosphere.
He could only make a deep, animalistic noise in response before holding my face and kissing me deeply. I allowed him to manipulate me, shivers and goosebumps starting to scatter on my form. Taking what he did as an enthusiastic yes, I started to gently trace him before adding more pressure.
Allowing the movements of my hands for a moment, he then released me only to brush my hands to the side. Taking my hips, I keened aloud from his overly firm grip as he forced me to grind down on him firmly.
Leaning forward onto him, I breathed his smell in deep. Seeing an opportunity, his mouth found the bend of my throat and bit. Hard.
Yelping slightly, I couldn't help the automatic jump even as he kissed the already forming bruise in apology.
"I'm sorry." He didn't pause.
"Don't stop." My hand squeezed at his neck as he tried to lean back to look at my face to judge my pain level.
Leaning back in, he smirked before licking a long strip from my shoulder to the bite. He blew on it, making me gasp slightly.
Feeling him push me away from where my hips had automatically started to work down onto his, he directed me to lay on the table face down.
Oh, we're dinner, I laughed internally, feeling both elated and excited.
I shuddered as his mouth came down right where my kimono started, nipping at the flat flesh before his hands started to pull at it. Pushing my knees up under me better, I lifted myself up from the thankfully low table and started on the front.
Apparently growing impatient, Kisuke instead directed my arms to under my head. "Stay like this," he told me, voice surprisingly firm. The undercurrents of his normal friendliness seemed to be boxed away.
I agreed verbally, sighing into my answer when he gently slid both hands on both of the backs of my legs to my lower back. My clothes softly brushed against one another.
An inquisitive finger made me jump, only for a firm hand to press me back down. "Stay," he reminded me. My heart throbbed in my throat, and I all but mewled back.
Gently touching my outside, he forced my dress higher so that it would stay out of the way before taking his other hand and holding me open. The cold air made me want to squirm, but I did my best to follow directions.
"You really are so pretty," he complimented me suddenly, making me flush. "You're so beautiful like this." A small amount of pressure on my clit, just enough to make me want to grind down for more.
Two more curious fingers, together, started to press into me at the same time. "Listen to that…" He seemed almost lost to himself as I felt him staring. The lewd, wet noises built up, and he slowly increased his speed, and I was dimly aware of the table rocking from my aborted motions back onto him.
Huffing as if he wasn't satisfied, I felt them leave me then. I cried out in protest. "This isn't enough," he agreed. Feeling the palm of his hand press down on my lower back, a small droplet falling onto me, I shuddered when I heard the rougher material of his clothes shift and be discarded.
I hissed as I felt his legs box me in, a warm presence making itself known on my rear as his hot chest pushed me farther onto the wood. "I heard from Captain Hirako…how filthy you are."
Craning my head to try and look at him, I moaned when an overly strong hand gripped my chin harshly and forced me to face front. A second hand came into view, and I could see my juices glistening in the moonlight. Gently, coaxing, they traced my lips, begging for entry.
He began to grind against me, spreading our juices.
Opening my mouth, I panted through my nose as I licked them up and down, fueled on by his heavy breath on my ear. Giving each pad special attention, I slowly moved downwards until he was all but finger fucking me in the face, the rhythm being matched by our grinding.
Popping his fingers out, I nipped the tips in complaint. He breathlessly chuckled at this.
Feeling him shift, I stilled as I felt a hand go down in between us and something warm and dull catch on me. One aborted thrust, and one more, and he was barely inside.
Slowly, a hand circled the back of my throat and pushing me down farther, I felt him push inside. My ample fluid let him all but sink in, despite him taking his time.
Once fully inside, he paused and let out a deep groan above me. Leaning down, he caught my other shoulder with his teeth while I gently squeezed around him.
Beginning to thrust gently, I could feel him twitching within as we were acquainted. His hands were running up and down my sides, pausing at the sides of my breasts pushed into the table.
Unable to stop myself, I felt myself give him a stronger squeeze and almost came undone at his noises. I started trying to thrust back into him as best as I could with him crushing me into the table.
His reiatsu focusing on me, making it harder to breath, stopped me. Stay still. I growled openly at him.
Picking up the pace, Kisuke released my shoulder and gripped my hips again, causing bruises. I cried out as the new angle hit something new deep inside of me.
"There. There!" I hissed out, one of my fists smacking the table with a bit too much force. The very idea of him doing this to me had been driving me insane for years. Now, the thought that he would unload inside of me, fill me up—
I gasped out at a particularly hard thrust.
He bit something out that I couldn't understand before thrusting faster into me. Hearing him gasp behind me, his iron grip, the pleasure roiling inside me, the feeling of his head brushing my most intimate areas—
Crying out, I lost control as I clamped down on him. He choked something out, something I couldn't hear, before I felt a hot splash and him slow, almost stilling in me save the small pressings into me as if to drop his seed into me that much farther.
We stayed like that for a moment before he slipped out of me wetly. I let out a breath as he all but collapsed onto me, his mouth to my ear.
"Thank you." He had the nerve to sound somewhat embarrassed.
I stifled my giggle at his ridiculousness. "I should be thanking you," I assured him, turning slightly so that we could brush faces.
X
"Electricity?" Kisuke scrunched up his brow as he folded his arms under the automatic clock.
I nodded eagerly.
"No, it runs off of reishi," he told me.
I made a face, my hopes let down.
"Those run off of reishi too." He pointed to the various inventions that littered the back wall of his bedroom, pushed to the side for last night's atmosphere. "I think the only thing that doesn't run on reishi is…"
I perked back up as he trailed off, eyes shining again as he leaned over to dig in a box.
"Hmm. I don't have one. I thought I did," he mumbled to himself. "Captain Hirako's record player probably uses…something else other than reishi, if I remember right." Kisuke smiled at me apologetically. "Though, I'm not sure what that could be…"
X
Holding my hands up, I chanted under my breath as I coaxed my reiatsu to form yet another new shape. Six iridescent beams of blue formed around me as my brow furrowed.
This power was mounting much more quickly than I anticipated, making it much more dangerous.
"Senju Kōten Taihō!" I coughed out, my voice straining under the weight of my own reiatsu.
They shot outjettisoned towards my chosen target, the large and growing crater in the center of the room. I watched in shock as they almost disappeared from my vision. They struck dead center, and I raised my arms up before calling out, "Danku!"
The clear barrier allowed me to watch with safe satisfaction as my successful high 90's spell decimated the hole.
I locked my lips closed as the air cleared, enjoying the smoking charge that lingered behind. My loose hair tips began to cling and fluff up in response.
Rolling up my sleeves, I appreciated the shihakusho that Shunsui had gifted me over dinner the previous night. While he had intended it only for other purposes, I had smuggled it away for personal use.
I hadn't realized how much I had missed my old uniform. When I first arrived here, I had shed it as fast as possible to avoid suspicion. I wonder where it is now…?
Shaking my head, I refocused and crouched down to the book at my side, Kido for the Esteemed Third Year. Kisuke had been able to locate a well-loved copy after our discussion several months ago and had passed it on to me. Though—I thought, tracing some handwritten notes in the margin—these kanji look awfully familiar. Knowing I was alone, I let the smile creep onto my face, red-orange poppies seeding high on my cheeks.
My hands delicately traced the bottom of the page before I turned it. Greedily observing the next page for any secrets Kisuke might have forgotten to scrub out, I failed to notice the flash of purple hair hiding just over yonder.
X
"Hey, Kisuke!" Yoruichi's loud voice made him jump awake from his desktop as she barged in. For once, he noted, Soif Fon wasn't trailing in her shadow like she always did these days.
"Yes?" he asked drowsily, rubbing his eyes. His late-night experimenting had been going too far again lately and had started to interfere with his captain duties.
"That woman you've been seeing"—He heated up at her allegation, however true it might be—"she's gotten crazy strong. Are you sure you don't want to back off?"
"What do you mean?" he asked, voice lowered as he came fully to and considered her words.
"She just performed a 90's kido on the first try. Successfully," she enunciated, crossing her arms over her chest.
His eyes widened. "What? I only gave her that book two months ago." Yoruichi could see the quick math sketch on his face. "She's working through those kido at a tremendous rate…" Standing up, he listened to Yoruichi as he walked around her, peering out the doors before closing them.
"Her reiatsu control is very good too. In fact, she's probably at a captain level already. Kisuke, what is going on here?" she asked his back, her voice staying strong despite her question.
Yoruichi Shihoin was never one to display weakness in tandem with the unknown; a straightforward person, which Kisuke appreciates. Silently casting a silencing spell, he turned around.
His eyes were difficult to read, but the steepening feeling in Yoruichi's gut directed her frown.
"I think you should see this." Leaving her to follow, he retreated deeper into his lab. Meticulously, his hands undid various barriers of his own creation before he gently, oh, so gently, produced a metal hair stick.
Yoruichi's eyes widened at the familiar feeling before they flew to the compartment hidden behind even more unimaginable barriers.
"The Hogyoku…"
X
I made a face as one of the enemy pieces snuck into the tip of my territory.
Kisuke chuckled across from me. "Beginner's luck?" He tried to laugh his tactic off.
I pouted as I crossed my arms, trying to decide how to block without exposing myself. "Don't you dare pretend you're a beginner." I smiled up at him before confidently moving a piece.
He smiled at me ruefully. "For you, I mean," he goaded me.
I cackled loudly at him, watching as he easily knocked out my piece.
X
She wouldn't notice that I'm gone tonight. She always turns away from me too deeply when she's with one of them.
It's not that I disliked them—it's just that I disliked how she was handled by them. This one she's with now, he was a good choice, though I had the sneaking suspicion they weren't on the same page.
But it's the other ones, Shinji, that nobleman from the lower districts, that I disliked.
Ducking as a strong breeze tried to catch me up, I tried to keep my laugh quiet. My feet pitter-pattered over the old roofs as our released zanpakutou kept me hidden. The usual blanket of reiatsu that saturated the Seireitei also helped disguise me from the lesser Soul Reapers.
While being separate from her left me exposed, I had better access to our final and strongest technique like this. While I would never use it, the technique would surely destroy me and her other powers as well, it was reassuring to have.
My yellow eyes crinkled as I found my target. Three onmitsukido were milling around, trying to act inconspicuous as they tailed my friendlier half.
Resisting the urge to cause bloodshed, I reached out with my shadows and gently teased up their legs.
I raised a fist and strangled them quietly, the delicate looking bone mask upon my face creaking as it smirked upwards.