Ladies and Gentlemen, it's been a little over 5 months, but we're finally back with the next phase of "The Death and Life of Erza Scarlet"! Quite a lot has happened since the last chapter, like the trailer for the upcoming Bleach anime and I for one am very excited to see how it'll adapt TYBW and the changes it may bring with additional content.
But enough about the anime, you're here for the continuation of this story. Finally, we can begin seeing the process of Erza's attempts to change the Soul Society. Of course, if you know anything about politics, you know that this won't be something that's just done overnight. She has a long, long road ahead of her.
Anyways, that's enough on that, onto the chapter!
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It had been three full weeks since the disaster, and things were slowly starting to normalize. The Gotei was still very much a building on fire, in danger of collapsing in on itself, but the worst of the fires had been put out. The most immediate catastrophe had been averted. Although quite strained, they were catching up on their backlog of souls to send on to the afterlife, although many divisions were still working double shifts to cover for those who had suffered particularly devastating casualties. Divisions one, three, seven, and nine were still scrambling to replace their casualties; along with Byakuya, Erza had lost several squads to reassignment simply to keep them at all functional. There was talk of a recruitment drive, and frankly they would need it—the Gotei had suffered over thirty percent casualties all told, leaving them badly understaffed.
It was in this state, dealing with that particular headache, that Momo found Erza. She walked into the office and saluted.
"Captain. The patrol was a success, two hollows purged and five souls sent on their way."
"Excellent," said Erza.
"I still question using my time on that, captain. I do not want to say it is beneath me, but…"
"But you think it's beneath you," said Erza bluntly.
"That's a rude way to phrase it, but yes." Momo sighed.
"There is a point to it. You know there is. Morale is low, even in our division. The few junior members we have must be reminded of our strength and our authority—and protected from too serious danger as well."
That was another change in doctrine, quickly becoming widely adapted across the Gotei. It had used to be that the recruits would be allowed to learn in their own time, that risk had been considered a necessary, even important part of one's early career. Now they had to be protected; now every soldier was a precious resource that could not be squandered. It was not tenable in the long run, but it was necessary.
"I know that," Momo muttered. "It's just that there is so much to do at the division, and I'd rather not be away from you—from my duties here, that is."
From you. Momo was trying hard to keep things professional, but it was a challenge. There was a time when Erza would have considered this a serious problem, but recent events had put things in perspective. Protocol, rules: these things were all arbitrary and could be changed at will if the need was great enough. Nobody would even think of raising a complaint if they were too affectionate, let alone opening an inquiry. Discipline was, in many ways, a luxury.
"I am thinking of what to do next," Erza said, deciding not to dwell on the comment further. "I've been reading up on how the Gotei functions."
"That's not the dispatches from First you're reading, then?" said Momo, reproachfully. "You're lagging behind—"
"I'm lagging behind on a million and one things," Erza said, waving her hand dismissively. "Everyone and their mother is. When workaholics like Soifon and Kuchiki are lagging behind terribly, I feel like I can comfortably lag behind a little bit."
"Captain—"
"Momo, being a captain is a means to an end," Erza said firmly. "I'm not doing it out of the goodness of my heart, or because I want power for power's sake, or because I want to make a career. I do it because being a captain gives me the chance to make a difference. And I am thinking about how I'm going to do that. I know one thing, and that is that I need to strike while the iron is hot. The rules get real fast and loose in times like these, but the more we recover, the more rigid things will become. If I want a reform through, there is no better time than now."
"Reform?"
"Like a protocol for frequent patrols in the Rukon, to prevent banditry. Or, a program to feed the poorest. Or, establishing Gotei-owned—not noble-owned—holdings out there to act as recruitment centres. I've thought a lot about this, and it can't… it can't all be nice words and good intentions. It has to be real things that make people's lives better. Things we could feasibly do, Momo. An end to brutal warlords and lawlessness. Food for the hungry, work for those who want it, money to those who need it, that sort of thing."
"You realize the Gotei is paying off a war debt, right?" Momo said. Erza felt surprised; it was not like her to push back like this. She had to be a little annoyed.
"A brief war for a relatively small debt," Erza corrected quickly, "which is part of what I'm trying to learn about. Our economy. Where our resources come from and how we can use them."
"You're really serious about this, aren't you?"
"Yeah," said Erza sincerely. "I've always wanted to do more, but I had to do some pretty urgent military stuff the moment I was recruited, and…" She shrugged. "There will always be some emergency, some good excuse to put it off. I figure if I want to act like I mean it, now's the time to start."
Momo nodded. "I don't know much about this kind of stuff… where do we even start?"
"We?"
"We're in it together, of course," said Momo, like it had been the most obvious thing in the world. "If you mean it, then I'm going to support you."
"Wow. Thanks," said Erza, smiling. "Well... the whole idea is to do what Aizen didn't, and change it from within. Make the Gotei better without, you know…"
"Yeah…"
"So, on that note… I dunno. I have quite a reputation these days, on top of being a captain. I have good relationships with most of the other captains. I have respect, and that has to count for something. Right?"
"Right," said Momo, equally uncertain.
"Schedule a meeting with Yamamoto," Erza said hesitantly. "The sooner the better. I'll poke the old man, see what he thinks about some of these ideas."
"I'll see what I can do, but he's even busier than you are. Are you sure you don't want to just barge in on him, like you usually do?"
"I could, but I want to work with him," Erza said, shrugging. "The hard way, you know? Pissing him off will only take you so far."
"You really have changed, huh," said Momo, sounding surprised.
"Don't sound so shocked," Erza muttered.
"I'll get back to you on that," Momo said, shooting her a cheeky smile.
Rukia sat cross-legged opposite her brother in a large, private room in the Kuchiki mansion. It was evening, and although she would rather have been at the division, there had been no room to refuse a request to have tea with the head of her clan on her off time. She couldn't imagine what for, though. She knew he was even more swamped with work than she was, and the workload had nearly overwhelmed her. It made her feel a little guilty, but the calm of the manor was like a soothing balm to her, as much as she ached to be elsewhere.
They had drunk the first sip of their tea in silence, and Rukia's mind had started to wander almost with worry when he finally spoke up.
"Tell me, how goes work?"
"Hectic, revered brother," said Rukia hesitantly. "As you well know, none of us have much time to spare for anything but the constant direction of subordinates and an endless well of problems. I believe I am doing my duty adequately, though."
"Your captain concurs. According to her, there are manners in which you all but run the division."
"I would not presume to make such a ludicrous claim," said Rukia, her cheeks flushing a little. Was this some sort of test? "I have nothing but respect for the chain of command, and I would not attempt to circumvent it or overreach my authority."
"I gather as much from my talk with your captain, yes. In three weeks of work, you seem to have acquitted yourself capably. You have shown some aptitude for leadership, not just combat."
"I am most grateful to hear you speak so well of me, brother."
Where was this going?
"This recent conflict has brought a weakness in my administration of our house to my mind," Byakuya began, slowly and carefully choosing his words, "one which I believe it is time to remedy."
"Brother?"
"As clan head, I must rule fairly and wisely. But I must also take care to see that my legacy is ensured, that I have a successor in place. Somebody capable, somebody who might one day lead our clan when I am dead and gone. Although a shinigami is nigh immortal in his life span, captains rarely live so long as to retire in comfort to fully exploit this advantage. This war very nearly killed me on multiple occasions, and because I foolishly overlooked this weakness, it might have left our clan in a precarious situation."
"I see," Rukia lied. "You are in the process of reviewing potential successors to your seat."
Byakuya nodded. "Normally it falls to the eldest son or daughter, although a clan head may change that as they see fit. Elsewise, the mantle would fall to the nearest blood relative—a sister, brother, uncle, whichever is nearest. It is tradition, but not an absolute law, that the nearest blood relative be elected. If there is any ambiguity the council of elders will decide, and they always err on the side of tradition. The problem I am faced with is that although most of our clan members are born of noble blood, few are born to noble qualities. Few lack the wisdom and restraint required to navigate Gotei noble politics. Tell me, Rukia: do you know who my closest blood relative is?"
"Forgive me, brother, but I do not. You have a number of distant cousins; I know that, but which one is closest I couldn't say."
"It is a confusing mess, the clan breeding system. The closest relative I have is Kuchiki Touga."
"Touga?" said Rukia, raising an eyebrow. "He is…"
"A fat, slovenly braggart with more aptitude for the bottle and for women than for rearing the clan."
This surprised Rukia even more than the revelation itself. It was unlike her brother to be this blunt, this direct. Speaking ill of a fellow clan member was not in his nature as far as she knew; he kept any criticism behind locked doors, and quite restrained. Then again, what little she had heard of Touga seemed entirely in line with his accusation.
"Such a man in charge of our clan," Byakuya continued, "would not only disgrace us but put our clan's position at risk. The very best we could hope for is that he would be a helpless pawn for the council, and our revered elders are conniving politicians constantly jockeying for position for their own families, their own factions, their own status. Such a scenario would be intolerable."
"I would assume you have a better candidate in line, brother."
"I do," said Byakuya, giving her a strange look.
"Is it one of the up-and-coming officers? I know we have a handful still in training, and a couple of seated officers as well. Although they would have a long way to go, I would be happy to offer them my support. Even if they could never hope to match your legacy, they would surely be preferable to your cousins."
"You misunderstand," said Byakuya, giving her another look.
There was a pause. A long, long pause. He looked her in the eye, holding his gaze upon her, and the unbelievable started to dawn on her. Surely, he could not mean…
"Brother," she whispered, "you cannot seriously…"
"Am I ever anything but serious?"
"Of—of course, brother. But—me?"
"Yes."
"That is absurd!"
"Is it? You have shown great bravery in the field. You are a war hero, walking among the greats that this war produced. You show aptitude for leadership. The time to lay the foundation for our future is now, Rukia."
"But—I am adopted," Rukia spat out nervously, in shock. Her? Clan heir? Her, sitting where he sat, wearing the kenseikan? The shawl? The titles that came with it? The crushing responsibility? "They will never accept me!"
"They will when I tell them to," said Byakuya firmly. "No law prevents it, and my supporters in the clan will follow my every whim."
"It's an unprecedented break with tradition. No clan head has ever been of outside blood."
"These are extreme times. We no longer have the luxury of clinging to every little petty tradition. I am no firebrand aiming to upend the clan structure, but sometimes it must shift a little to maintain its power. An adopted heir is a small price to pay for continued prosperity and strength."
Rukia sat there, agape. Her brother, speaking of ignoring tradition?
"It will not be official yet," he continued. "I will contact the right people and start building a power base. You will attend a feast to commemorate Kuchiki bravery in two weeks, where it will be announced. Until that time, you must learn more of our internal politics and our history. You will be questioned at every turn, and you must appear worthy of the nomination even to ignorant dilettantes who have never raised a blade."
"And… if I refuse?" said Rukia breathlessly, finding the idea almost unthinkable—but overwhelmingly strong all the same.
"I cannot force this mantle on you. I will not. This responsibility is not one I would have you shoulder against your will, with doubts eating away at you. But if you do, then you leave our clan to the likes of Touga. Ask yourself if you would rather they lead, or you."
"I…"
"Think on it. I will want an answer soon, but take a few days to reflect on it."
"…Yes, brother."
He nodded. "Excellent. We will speak again in three days' time."
Rukia nodded back, swallowing. She felt like the weight of a mountain had been dropped onto her shoulders. Vice-captaincy was one thing, but… heir to the clan?
Lisa reclined in her chair, quite exhausted. She had been a vice-captain, and that had been a hundred years ago. Being made captain immediately had felt like being dropped into a jet fighter mid-flight with no real training, and being expected to make a perfect attack run before landing on an air field at night with no lights.
At least she hadn't crashed yet.
"What'cha doing?"
She had sensed Mashiro coming, vaguely, but hadn't bothered to acknowledge her.
"Sitting up with paperwork that I didn't have the time for during the day. I'll be here till the wee hours, before catching maybe three, four hours of sleep. Then I get to wake up and do it all over again. Glorious captaincy, eh?" Lisa muttered.
"You don't sound too unhappy," Mashiro said cheekily, walking up beside Lisa. Without bothering to ask, she plopped herself down in Lisa's lap, splaying herself out. Lisa caught her in her arms, shooting her an annoyed look.
"One of these days I'll just let you fall off," she grumbled.
"No, you won't," Mashiro said cheerily. "You would rather die than let me be hurt."
"You're sure of that, huh?"
"Yup," Mashiro said, giving Lisa a chaste peck on the cheek. Lisa, who always kept herself distant and professional, melted a little. Mashiro alone could do that, pierce through the carefully built walls she kept up. Despite herself, Lisa smiled a little.
"See?" said Mashiro smugly. "You can't resist my charms. I'm just too adorable."
It was entirely true, but that didn't mean Lisa wanted to give her the satisfaction of admitting it.
"Shush," she muttered. "How's your division running? You know you could hit burnout. This is as bad a time as any to take a promotion like this."
"My new vice-captain is a champion," Mashiro said, leaning into Lisa's shoulder. "It's a lot, but we're holding for now. I take every chance I've got to lead a mission. Thankfully, there are loads of those. But then I feel bad, leaving so much administrative stuff to Rukia. It's…"
"Hard," Lisa nodded. "A lot. We've done stuff like this before, but this is next level. Twice over, with how bad things are."
"You ever think about bailing on them? I don't think they could stop us."
"All the time," Lisa admitted. "Screw the money and influence, this is… hell."
"Wanna do it?"
"You really would just up and leave with me, huh?"
"Of course. If you don't want to be here, then I don't want to."
"I want to," Lisa muttered, "but then I think about everyone beneath me who needs me to pull it all together, and how things would collapse. I… I'd hate to be that kind of person."
"Same," Mashiro admitted. "I'm working myself half to death, and that's not fun, but like… well, like you said."
"So, I guess we're here to stay."
"Even with the shitty work hours. And not seeing each other much."
"Even with that." Lisa sighed. "I do miss you, though. A lot."
"It won't always be this bad. When we manage to replace our losses, get things under control…"
"It'll take years."
"Yeah, it will. Nothing we can do about that."
"Guess not," Lisa said wearily. "Look, baby, I really have to finish this stack…"
"Then you're going to have to throw me off you, because I'm not moving."
"Don't be obstinate," Lisa said irritably. "You're like… like an oversized cat, or something."
"Was that supposed to be insulting? Because cats are super cute. And, I like the idea of being rolled up like a cat, on top of you."
"You're impossible," Lisa grunted.
"Yup," Mashiro said proudly. Slowly, her cheeky expression changed into something more serious. "You need rest, Lisa. I need rest. Let's just stay together, like we used to. Just sleep, nothing else. Be with each other. Just for one night."
"A captain is supposed to be at her division in case of emergencies," Lisa grunted, taking off her glasses and rubbing her eyes.
"I can be there in less than a minute if I have to."
"Mashiro…"
"Lisa…"
The pleading eyes Mashiro shot her were impossible to ignore. She knew how to say no, didn't she? She couldn't just get her way with puppy-dog eyes…
"Damn it, fine," Lisa muttered. "I need to sleep, yeah. I'm falling behind, but…"
"But, everyone is."
"Only sleeping," Lisa said firmly.
"Only sleeping," Mashiro agreed innocently.
"Alright, fine," Lisa muttered. "Have it your way. You always get that, somehow…"
"Thank you, love," Mashiro said sincerely. Lisa blinked. Maybe Mashiro didn't even have an ulterior motive. Lisa didn't care either way. She had missed her these last weeks, and she'd take what she could get.
The following day, Erza walked into the halls of First Division. The guard let her through, although with considerable ceremony. Things were changing here, too—shaken as they were, many were putting more stake in old traditions than before, desperate to hang on to the sense of power and dignity that Aizen had shaken so thoroughly. She was escorted the entire way by two grim-faced veterans.
The old captain-commander's office looked more officious than before: a great tapestry decorated the wall now, showcasing great scenes from the Gotei's past. It looked freshly made—especially considering the last part of it portrayed Aizen dead, with Yamamoto and Erza standing triumphant over his corpse.
"Enter," the old general said gruffly. Erza stood to attention, saluting sharply.
"You are unusually formal," Yamamoto commented.
"With respect, so are you, commander," Erza shot back. "I noticed your new… choice of decorations. Very evocative."
"It seemed right to commemorate the event."
"Quite so."
Perhaps noticing the skepticism in her tone, Yamamoto added, "Artists, I suppose, have quite a vivid imagination. It is not a historic document, after all."
Especially if you pay them, Erza thought.
"It is a fitting tribute," she said neutrally.
"Captain Scarlet, what do you want?" said Yamamoto bluntly.
"Captain-commander?"
"You are transparent. Painfully so. You are characterized by an intense brashness and lack of respect for proper authority—and here you are speaking civilly, saluting and praising my decorations. You object to them deep down in your heart, because you resent any modification to the truth. Yet, you suppress this urge to placate me. I may not be a political animal, but I was not born yesterday. You are making an effort because you want something. I barely have the patience to play these games with the self-important nobility who pester me at every turn, and I will not play it with my own captains. What do you want?"
Taken aback by his directness, Erza blinked. She sighed, and shrugged. "So much for trying to make a good impression. Am I supposed to show respect, or not to? You are sending mixed messages, captain-commander."
"I suppose I cannot fault you for showing some respect, even if it comes from self-interest," Yamamoto conceded begrudgingly. "All the same, my question remains."
"I have an idea. And, since I am trying to work with you, not against you, I wanted to bring this to you before taking any action of my own."
"That is… better," said Yamamoto, seeming mildly surprised under his stoic mask. "What idea is this?"
"The time to make this afterlife a better place is now," Erza said firmly. Appeasement hadn't worked, so she had to fall back on what she knew—which was honesty. Even so, she had to present it diplomatically. "I am working on a proposal to expand the Gotei's sphere of influence in the Rukongai. Watch outposts of a dozen or so shinigami each, patrolling the area and keeping the peace. We start with some of the middling districts, depose any warlord or criminal element opposing our rule of law, and bring to the people a sense of stability. This is meant to… foster good will with the people, and in the long term boost our recruitment drives by building up a more positive reputation. I am thinking we also intensify our search for suitable candidates in doing so, under the principle that you catch more flies with honey. Offer them more money, other such incentives to make the Gotei a more attractive career choice."
She had spent most of last night thinking through this speech, laying out the arguments, and having said it she felt nervous, dissatisfied. It felt imperfect; it had sounded so much better in her head.
"I am impressed," said Yamamoto. "You make a case aimed at our interests, as opposed to your own bleeding-heart idealism. You intertwine an ideal with practical function. That is an important step forward, captain."
"Then…"
"Rejected," said Yamamoto flatly. "We cannot afford to spare a single soldier for any non-vital task, let alone dozens of them. The proposal is not without merit, and in a better time I would have considered it. You are not wrong to think this is a time to make a change, but I will not dedicate soldiers to this idea."
"But, captain-commander—"
"Unless there was anything else, captain, I believe we are finished," said Yamamoto firmly. "Both of our time is a vital resource that cannot be wasted on trivialities or pipe dreams."
"Captain-commander, if we cannot spare the men then make them!" Erza said desperately.
"We are making more. Recruitment takes years, captain."
"I'm talking about the noble houses," Erza said desperately, her mind working overtime to salvage anything out of this rejection. "How many officers retreated to cushy jobs as retainers for the nobility? How many house soldiers received an education from the academy, only to go work for the houses? How many hundreds of qualified soldiers are currently being wasted in the service of greedy, selfish assholes?"
Yamamoto raised an eyebrow. This was not over, and Erza continued, holding on to a desperate ray of hope.
"Think about it. The nobility have never liked us. We are at an increasingly precarious position. Do we really want that many soldiers not under our control, this close to our base of operations? You're still in charge of the Gotei, officially. The Central Forty-six has not been filled. Make a proclamation, decree, law, whatever you need it to be, and appropriate this from them. You do not want the nobility to make power grabs right now. You would weaken your rivals and strengthen yourself in a single stroke!"
"…The nobility have made overtures to increase their privileges and power. I very much doubt any of them would ever attempt something so risky and brazen as a real insurrection, but they are making an effort to pay less and gain more rights. There is a wild struggle for appointment in the new Forty-six, which is slowing the process down. Once a new generation of members sit there…"
"Exactly!" said Erza, desperate to drive the point home.
"But, at the same time, it would be seen as a power grab on my part. It would be. I would be seizing more power, and I would alienate the Forty-six for the future."
"Screw them," Erza bit back. "They've never shown you any respect, have they? Not this new breed, at least. I know you respect the institution, but it's just a tool—"
"These soldiers," Yamamoto cut back, "their loyalty would be dubious at best. They would be quite unwilling to leave a secure job for a dangerous one with lower pay. They would be poorly motivated."
"They can suck it up," said Erza bluntly. "Raise the pay if you can. We'd take all soldiers we could find, and disperse them among the divisions and squads such that they can't form any real groups of their own. They will assimilate."
"I will admit that I have been quite appalled by the crass self-interest of our nobility in this time of crisis," Yamamoto muttered. "Thousands die in the greatest battle of our era, and these people seek to exploit this weakness, instead of paying more than lip service to the sacrifice of the people who kept them safe."
"So, hamstring them. Captain-commander, we need more soldiers. They don't. What's the point of having all that authority if you don't use it when it's needed?"
"If we do this…" Yamamoto said slowly, "if I find a way to legally ratify such a proposal… no, it will be your proposal. You are known as an agitator and a radical. I will not publicly support it—but if you gather enough support, I might quietly support it. I will ratify it if you find enough support among the nobility. It must not appear as a top-down measure from me. If you can win over some nobles to your cause and make the case to the Forty-six, I may approve it."
"But, the Forty-six aren't… are there even ten of them? They're not allowed to ratify anything. Don't they have to be at full strength to make anything legal?"
"Eleven, total. They do lack that authority, but they can approve of a proposal, to be ratified by me under the powers vested in me until they are at full strength."
"So, if I managed this…"
"If you manage this, I will promise you two dozen shinigami allocated to Rukongai patrols on a consistent basis, and the development of a program such as the one you suggested. But, it will be your initiative officially. You will not invoke my name or mention this conversation to anyone."
Erza nodded, relieved. "Thank you, captain-commander!"
"Do not thank me yet. It is up to you now. I will make some cautious overtures to some potential candidates, but you will need to win over at least six members to make this viable—and within three weeks, by which time the number will be twelve and six supporters would make it a deadlock."
"I… I'll do it," said Erza firmly. "It's not what I am used to, but I'll figure something out."
"Then report to me when you have something concrete," Yamamoto said with a nod. "You will be informed of any relevant developments. Dismissed."
"Yes, sir," said Erza, saluting and then turning to leave. As she walked away, her chest burned with excitement. This was a strange game to play, and it could all crash and burn, but this was her chosen path. It was this, or the same monstrous fate Aizen had wrought upon them all.
It was a strange thing to visit the Kuchiki mansion. Ichigo had approached it as a visitor, and the servants had bowed deeply, treating him with a level of deference that felt a bit too servile for him. He had been shown into a room where he had been made to change his clothes into a more suitable outfit for training, a relatively unassuming (by noble standards; the clothes were of excellent make, and quite comfortable) white jacket and brown pants, as traditional as they came with wide sleeves that allowed for quite a lot of movement. As he stepped into the hallway, another servant was there to greet him, bowing deeply before ushering him deeper into the manor.
Looking around, it was rather like he had been transported back hundreds of years into the past. However it had come to pass, the culture of the Gotei's noble families resembled Japan at least four hundred years before his time. It was as if time had stood still.
Following the humble servant, Ichigo was shown to an area close to the back garden where he had first visited Byakuya here.
"Ichigo?"
"Rukia?" Ichigo said, blinking. "What are you doing here?"
"I live here?" said Rukia, rolling her eyes. "I should be asking you that question."
"Oh. Right. Uh…" said Ichigo awkwardly. His first instinct was to think of some excuse, but it wasn't as if this was some kind of big secret. "Your brother is teaching me how to be a better fighter, basically. We've had two lessons so far. I'm just waiting for him to arrive."
"My brother is teaching you?" said Rukia, her eyes widening in surprise just a little.
"Mhm," Ichigo grunted, almost loath to admit it. "Like… I mean, in terms of overall ability and strength we're pretty much equal, I think, but he's just… better with a sword."
"It would be strange otherwise," Rukia said, a little haughtily. "The clan head is one of the foremost swordsmen in all of the Gotei. He has had decades to refine his craft."
"Mhm. Yeah," Ichigo said, scratching his head. "He's not shy of reminding me either. Every time I screw up, there it is, telling me how I'm not doing well enough. It's all stick and no carrot with this guy. It gets hard not to remind him I beat him. Or how I bailed him out, several times."
"You know better than to actually say that, don't you?"
"I mean, he's a proud man. I doubt he'd take it well. Pretty sure I'd be out on my ass instantly. So yeah, I know better."
"Good," said Rukia tentatively. "He's probably right, anyway."
"Every time," Ichigo admitted ruefully. "Like, the training Erza gave me way back when was good, but it only took me so far. Pretty much everything since was raw experience. Turns out I've been doing some moves wrong all along. I'm unlearning things just as much as I'm learning things, and nothing short of perfect gets a pass."
"That's my brother," Rukia said proudly. "I hope you appreciate it. Training from the clan head… that is a rare privilege. It is usually reserved for clan heirs, or the closest of allies and friends. In fact, I can't think of anyone else my brother has taught."
"Really?" said Ichigo, a little surprised. "He never mentioned that…"
"He would not speak of clan customs in depth with an outsider."
"Huh. Well… well, that is… pretty cool, I guess. And, I am improving. I have to. I keep thinking of what I could be if I was as good as I am strong. If I had had time to refine myself to your brother's level…"
Then maybe I could have made a difference. The unspoken point hung in the air between them.
"You are in good hands," Rukia reassured him. "Just be patient."
"That's one thing I'm having to learn too," Ichigo grimaced. "But, I am learning it. After Karakura… things are different."
"I can only imagine," Rukia said quietly.
After Karakura, everything had changed. His boyish impatience and recklessness had started shedding from him like the scales off a lizard, slowly being replaced by a determination, a purity of purpose. He would get stronger. When the next big thing came around, he wouldn't be cut down so easily. He would be a better, stronger warrior.
"Kurosaki Ichigo."
As they spoke, Byakuya had finally approached. Rukia bowed courteously, and Ichigo joined her, although he did not bow quite as deeply.
"Brother," Rukia said respectfully.
"Sensei," Ichigo said.
"Join me in the yard," Byakuya commanded. "Training blades have been prepared as usual. We will go through the same basic routine as last time. You will perfect this move set today. Rukia, I will see you later this evening."
"…Yes, sir," Ichigo muttered, shrugging as the nobleman turned his back. The things he was willing to put himself through…
The following morning, at the crack of dawn, Erza headed over to the unassuming house where she knew Yoruichi stayed, a little place just outside the military complex of the Gotei itself. She knocked on the door, and was soon called inside by a groggy-sounding Yoruichi.
The house was not large, but not exactly small, either. Yoruichi had already put her mark on it, both in terms of the mess she had left around the main house and in terms of the colour and decoration; the furniture had a look of quality and taste to it, and the walls were covered with things; drapes, little paintings, book shelves containing questionable literature…
In contrast to most places here, she had a more Western style of furniture, tables and chairs like the kind one would find in the world of the living. Urahara's work, no doubt; he could get anything a body wanted.
"Good morning," Yoruichi yawned from her kitchen. She was dressed, if barely, wearing a loose fitting shirt that very nearly exposed her lower regions. Erza walked inside, sitting down opposite her.
"Good morning," Erza said. "I was unsure about coming this early, knowing your habits."
"Mmh," Yoruichi muttered, downing a mug of hot tea. "I'm being kept up, you see. We all make sacrifices."
As if on cue, Soifon walked into the kitchen from the bedroom adjacent to it, wearing nothing but a plain, white robe. Her cheeks flushed a little.
"Captain Scarlet."
"Don't look so embarrassed," Yoruichi laughed. "We're living together now. It's not some kind of big secret what we do." She ruffled Soifon's hair, and the little captain looked torn. She settled on grumbling something, before grabbing some hot tea of her own.
"I'm surprised to see you up before her," said Erza diplomatically. She had no interest in embarrassing Soifon any further. It was nice to see her happy, but the whole situation had to be new to her, a bit sensitive to say the least.
"I'm not the only one being kept up," Yoruichi said, winking. "We went at it until the wee hours—"
"Yoruichi!" Soifon whined, throwing her hands into the air, exasperated. She spilled tea on her robe, and sighed frustratedly.
"What?" Yoruichi mused, refilling her cup and taking another sip. "Ashamed to admit you had fun for once?"
"Not in front of… people," Soifon grumbled.
"…Would you prefer if I left?" said Erza cautiously. "I could—"
"No, no, I'm leaving for work in two minutes," Soifon muttered. "Where I will work, all day, undisturbed. Clear?"
"Clear," Yoruichi said, chuckling to herself.
"I mean it. No more popping in to make me relax in the middle of something important, or I'm sleeping on the couch."
"See how whipped she's got me?" Yoruichi laughed. "I'm being put in the dog house over just about anything these days."
"You deserve it," Soifon said haughtily. "Captain, I'll see you later. Yoruichi, I'll see you much later."
Walking out to grab her uniform, she shot Yoruichi a not entirely convincing glare.
Erza waited for her to leave, feeling a little awkward.
"So…" she said as the door slammed shut behind them.
"Yeah?"
"How have you guys been doing? That wasn't…"
"Oh, we're great," Yoruichi said, smiling and giving her a dismissive wave of the hand. "She loves it; she's just too stiff to show it. At least, around other people. She's still wound as tight as a steel spring, the poor girl."
"I'm glad to hear that. You deserve a bit of happiness after what we all went through."
"Oh yeah, we're making up for lost time. So, anyway, how are you and Momo? Getting adventurous yet?"
Deciding not to be the next target of Yoruichi's teasing, Erza sternly said, "I'm not here to gossip. I am here on official business, actually."
"Ooh, official," said Yoruichi, grinning. "You sound so severe. Almost makes me wish I weren't taken."
"…Well," said Erza, hating how her cheeks flushed slightly, "it's actually sort of unofficial. But it has to do with something I want to make official. More or less…"
Yoruichi raised an eyebrow. Erza sighed, and started to explain—her need to try to create some change, her proposal, her conversation with Yamamoto, their plan…
"…I see," Yoruichi said thoughtfully. "I'm not sure what you need me for, though. I'm a pariah in those circles."
"Look, I'm… I'm trying something completely new," Erza said pleadingly, "and I'm in over my head before I've even started. I know how to swing a blade. I don't know how to manipulate people or talk them into supporting this and that. I'm trying a political idea and I'm going in blind. I need a crash course on how this whole thing works, or it will be a complete train wreck. You used to be a clan head, Yoruichi, and you're a lot friendlier than any noble I know—not to mention, you know, not busy."
"Now, that's one roundabout way to call me a moocher," Yoruichi laughed.
"I didn't—"
"I'm kidding," Yoruichi said, waving away Erza's apology before she could speak it. "I'm currently a parasite, and I am proud of it. So, you're really serious about this, huh?"
"I am."
"Hokay…" Yoruichi said, leaning back. She took a moment, appearing to think about it. "The first thing to remember," she said slowly, "is that Gotei politics and the associated nobility are an absolute hellscape that should be avoided at all costs. I was wrong to leave Soifon behind, but… leaving that mess behind was probably the greatest relief I ever had."
"Great," said Erza, rolling her eyes. "That's exactly the kind of encouragement I hoped for."
"Don't get testy, Erza," Yoruichi said amusedly. "Since you are committed to this, I'll tell you what I know. Let's start with what you know about the houses, actually."
"Um… they're very rich, own a lot of land, and squabble about that among themselves a lot?"
"Entirely correct. Oversimplified and misleading, but ultimately accurate," Yoruichi nodded. "The families descend from the old clans that used to fight amongst themselves a thousand years ago, before Yamamoto came along and created what is now the Gotei. With him in charge of the only army around, their squabbles became a lot less violent—which was for the better, although sometimes you have to wonder…"
"You seem to have no love lost for them, huh?"
"None," Yoruichi said, shrugging. "I'm not going to bore you with the full history. The important things to remember are: they're rich and powerful, and they're willing to do anything to stay that way. The entire establishment is conservative. If I note somebody as conservative, it's to denote they're especially conservative. Keeping things the same is in all their best interests. You're up against people who will resist change, Erza, resist at any cost."
"I expected as much."
"So long as you know what you're up against. The noble houses… ever since Yamamoto reformed the way things worked, the deal has been that they influence executive power through the Central Forty-six, whereas the Gotei handles military matters. Most of the resources we use are related to them, one way or the other. They're dependent on us for protection—and we're dependent on them for just about everything else. What this means in effect is that our leadership does anything it can to avoid rocking the boat, so long as they pay their tributes. It's a mark of desperation that Yamamoto is willing to support this, if you ask me."
"He said he needed me to do it. That I was a known radical."
"A scapegoat," Yoruichi said bluntly. "He's got to maintain good relations with the houses, no matter what. A move like this would alienate them, even if we overlook the change to the power sharing agreement."
"Change to… what?"
"It's a balance of power. Always has been. The original reform took military power from the houses and placed it in Yamamoto's hands, but allowed them their own household guard. This idea would set a precedent that diminishes their power even further, and they would find that intolerable even if it weren't a real shift in power. The noble clans are always engulfed in internal struggles for power, over land, over prestige, over wealth, and the only thing that can unite them is an external threat. Realistically this could only ever mean the Gotei, or an invading army. The four noble houses united in obstructing Yamamoto would be absolutely disastrous. However, a young and impetuous captain, promoted only out of desperate necessity? That would allow Yamamoto leeway to distance himself. Focusing their resentment on you allows him to maintain good—well, good-ish—relations with the houses."
"It seems… underhanded," Erza said thoughtfully. "It might be childish, but I wish people could just say what they meant."
"Welcome to politics. It's not going to change for you, or for anyone else."
"Thank you," Erza said. "It's not pleasant to hear, but it's reality. I need to know what it will really look like."
"You don't know the half of it. Like I told you: hellhole."
"Tell me about the four houses. I know the Kuchiki are the foremost?"
"Sort of," Yoruichi said, leaning back a little, seeming to think back. "I've been out of touch for a hundred years, but then again, they don't change too much. The Kuchiki… so, here's the thing: they're tied to the Gotei, and much of the influence they have comes from that. That is a significant advantage, but not all houses like to tie themselves to the Gotei."
"Why?"
"Being directly allied would mean an expectation of loyalty. You would tie yourself to Yamamoto himself. You would be expected not to protest any decree he makes. Being closely tied to the Gotei means influence, power, glory, and stability, but it also limits your ability to manipulate everything else. The Kuchiki chose to ally with the Gotei, as did the Shihoin, but the other two are less directly involved. So, the Kuchiki are powerful, but much of it comes from the Gotei itself. They are wealthy in their own right and own a lot of land, but they are not nearly as wealthy as the Tsunayashiro, who own the most land and pay the most tribute. Their status is unparalleled, but they lack the soft power and indirect influence of House Tsunayashiro. Their leader is an absolute snake, I should add."
"Slow down. The clans, one at a time, please?"
"Sure," Yoruichi nodded. "You know the Kuchiki. As much as I like to make fun of little Byakuya, he's really been an exemplary leader. Coming out a war hero like this, his clan's status has never been stronger. They're rich, fairly conservative… well, I'd say normal. Could be negotiated with, in the right circumstances.
"Then there's the Shihoin. They're on par with the Kuchiki in terms of wealth, and they used to be neck and neck with them in terms of power and influence. Me leaving sort of ruined that for them, and they're now solidly in third place. Soifon pretty much neutered the hold they had over the Stealth Force, bless her heart, and that weakened their status even further. They're desperate to reclaim a spot at the top, which could be useful to you. They're more… pragmatic, let's say. They're conservative, but not hardline traditionalists. They'll stab you in the back the moment it becomes necessary, but they're flexible.
"Third is the Tsunayashiro. They rose up to displace the Shihoin after I left, I gathered. Their leader is an absolute bastard, with no principles he would not betray for political gain. Scum of the earth, but very effective politician. He's likely to be your chief opposition—he's very careful to keep things the same, unless the change is beneficial to the nobility, and although he is beloved by nobody this is something other houses will rally behind.
"Fourth and least is Kyouraku. They hang on mostly because Shunsui is a captain, but he does his damnedest not to interfere with internal politics unless his hand is forced. He is head in name only, really. Meaning, they're left to their own devices, which usually means petty squabbling of the same nature as their neighbours. The Shiba used to be part of this system, but they went into decline after Shiba Kaien's death until they lost too much to be considered worth anyone's time. There are dozens of lesser houses, some even large enough to merit a seat in the Central Forty-six, but these four are the main contenders you will deal with."
"I have good relations with Byakuya and Shunsui," Erza said hopefully, "and if the Shihoin can be negotiated with…"
"Don't be too optimistic. Shunsui will do anything in his power to not get involved, and without him the clan is just another reactionary faction vying for power. Byakuya, meanwhile, would never act in a way that would disadvantage his clan. It would shame him. And the Shihoin? Who knows."
"So, I'm dealing with an establishment of petty, entitled nobles who hate the idea of change," Erza muttered. "Great. Am I just screwed before I even started?"
"It's not impossible, but you have to sell it the right way, make the right connections. You'll probably have to do some unsavoury things along the way. But, you're anything but screwed, actually. Unless you bring in Momo—"
"Yes, thank you, let's focus," said Erza. Yoruichi laughed.
"Alright, let's talk about what you do have," she said amusedly. "The way I see it, you have three major things going for you. First of all, you are officially the great hero who slew Aizen. The one who stepped up when Yamamoto himself couldn't finish the job. You might think you've noticed how this seems like a big deal, but you don't even know. It's a huge deal. Everyone thought he was invincible, and he lost. You didn't. In the minds of the people here, you are sort of… godlike. You have a reputation. Use it."
Erza shifted uncomfortably. "I'd… rather not, actually. I don't feel like a hero, and I don't really want to make a big deal out of it."
"See, say that," said Yoruichi, pointing at her knowingly, "except in front of a crowd. Play it up, while appearing humble. Works wonders, let me tell you."
"I'd rather not."
"Well, tough luck. You don't get to go into something like this holding back. You want to be effective? Use the tools you have, including your reputation."
"Right, I get it," Erza sighed. "So, what else do I have?"
"Well, there's your reputation, which can't be understated. The second thing is, of course, the power that comes with being a captain. You have hundreds of well-armed men under your command. Loyal, I hope?"
"I've not been captain for long, but… yes. I think so."
Yoruichi nodded. "Good. There is a certain intimidation factor that comes with that. People who are powerful and command men are always a potential threat, unless you are very sure of their loyalties."
"What, I should go around threatening people?"
"No. That'd be amateurish. You wouldn't even go around saying things like nice mansion you got there; be a real shame if somebody burned it down. You'd just negotiate, and remind people of the power you have and imply to them that you're better to have as an ally."
"That's enough?"
"The antonym of 'ally' is 'enemy', Erza. Let their imaginations do it for them."
"See, this is the part I hate. The part where it's all deception and implication and dishonesty," Erza grumbled.
"Then don't do politics," said Yoruichi bluntly. Erza sighed in defeat.
"Anyhow," Yoruichi continued, "the third advantage you have is the connections you've made. The mere fact that Yamamoto is willing to quietly back you means that you are in good with the old man, relatively speaking. That's to say nothing of your other allies."
"Other… allies?"
"Tell me, how are your relations with Byakuya?"
"…I believe there is some mutual respect, although he might resent some things he did while I commanded in Karakura."
"And, you're friendly with Kyouraku, are you not?"
"More or less?"
"And, you have good relations with other captains, too?"
"…Several, yes, but they're not noble."
"Never underestimate the political weight behind a position like that. My point is, you have connections. You might not be able to just make a call and make something happen, but you're on good terms with very powerful people who can be useful to you, especially the noble ones."
"I… never thought of my friends as being useful to me. I suppose it's true, but I don't like thinking of them that way."
"Again, it's politics. These three factors are hugely helpful to you. They could swing the balance in your favour, but only if you use it."
"And, if I want to work within the system, that's what I'll have to do, isn't it?" Erza said grudgingly.
"Exactly."
She sighed again, for what felt like the umpteenth time.
"Alright. Where do I start?"
"You start by approaching the right people and asking for support. Try to be subtle. I know that's not your thing, but you have to try. Now, remember: everyone wants something. Try to be the person who can give them what they want, or at least make them think you are. Don't appeal to morality—nobody among these people will support this because it's the right thing to do. They will support it if it benefits them somehow, if it's in their interests. Idealistic screeds are a waste of time. Nobody cares. Favours and return favours, cold, hard cash, or mutually beneficial agreements: those are the things that get you places."
This entire thing reeked of corruption, and Erza felt like she was staring down a dark abyss. Just engaging with this system would mean compromising several moral principles. The system would swallow her whole and spit out a whole different version of herself, more corrupt and cold.
But, what was the point of moral principles if she never acted on them? It was easy to not compromise if one never interacted with a system like this, if one never bothered.
It's this or revolution. This, or Aizen's way, she reminded herself. She had to at least try. Would it be any less of a betrayal of her morals if she didn't?
"Alright. I… don't like it, but it is what it is, I guess," she muttered. "I'll start with Byakuya tomorrow."
"Good," Yoruichi nodded. "Now, the longer you talk, the more likely it will spill out. Servants hear things; people talk. When they know what you're about, you will face reprisals from your enemies. It can get nasty. Be prepared."
"I've been run through, broken, and cut more times than I can think of. I've lost good friends. I can handle a few smears," Erza said determinedly.
"Then go forth, I guess."
"I will," said Erza, nodding.
What had she just gotten herself into?
What has Erza gotten herself into indeed. She's finally taken the first steps into the terrible, horrid, and wretched world that is politics. Now, to alleviate some concerns, this isn't going to be a long arc. The "Politics" arc as I chose to call it, will be around the range of 5-7 chapters at the most. It should be noted this won't include all the changes she will enact, but just her starting out. I do however promise some action will be sprinkled throughout. How so? Well, I don't want to give away the surprise, so you'll just have to wait and see on that front.
As for Rukia being chosen for the next heir of the Kuchiki Clan, I felt it was an appropriate way to continue her character development. I have plenty of plans in store for her, and this is merely just the beginning.
I eagerly await your feedback and look forward to the reviews. Here's hoping 2022 is better for us all than the last two years have been.