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A/N: Thank you for the responses. It is nice to see the number of alerts and favs increase during the week. A thank you to my beta 'Lilinoe', who does an amazing job at fixing this and pointing out discrepancies, so you guys can read easy.
Summery: "Chichi-Ue, could you tell me how you met Otou-San?" Byakuya asked as he snuggled into his father's embrace. Wrapping his arms around the boy, Sojun smiled fondly at the orange haired man sleeping beside them, "It all began…"
Warnings
Time Travel
AU
Mpreg
Mild Violence
Male Lactation
Black Peninsula
IV. Decaying Tree
28.
They had both fallen sleep. Sojun stirred awake two hours later and suddenly grabbed Ichigo's arm, who was dozing off against the wall beside the father and son duo. Taking in the appearance of the still exhausted male, who was lying on the bed, Ichigo could tell that something must have dawned upon the Kuchiki as he was resting. Judging by the flustered and pressured look, he could tell it wasn't something he wanted to hear.
"I want to go to the Living World." Sojun immediately said, as soon as Ichigo was mentally awake.
"With your current condition, it is obvious I am not going to agree to that."
"My father and the Captain Commander are going to seal Koga, and this is the only time my husband will have the opportunity to see his child."
"There is a high chance he is already sealed and I figure that he treated you badly, so why are you going out of your way for him?"
"The last meeting, my father informed me they would not approach Koga until it was the middle of the night to keep the Humans from harm or from seeing anything they shouldn't." Looking at Byakuya. "Regardless of who they are, every parent should be aware of their child, shouldn't they?"
Finding no fault in the reasoning, Ichigo sighed in resignation. "Alright." He conceded, "Change into a warmer yukata. Although the blizzard outside is over, there is no certainty of the Living World's weather."
Leaving Sojun's room to his, he collected his two Zanpakuto.
'You two there?'
'Who knew that stuck up Kuchiki was such a cute lil' brat.'
'I am questioning the wisdom behind this decision.'
'Is that ya catch phrase or somethin'?'Zangetsu snapped at the Quincy spirit who in turned ignored him. Directing his attention back to Ichigo, 'King can't say no to his man.' His more vocal sword spirit replied, 'Already got you whipped.'
Ignoring the last comment, 'If this plays out the same way Koga and Muramasa's relationship will already be damaged. So they shouldn't be able to communicate and he won't be aware of Koga's sentence yet. Although if we do bump into him and he does enters this place, keep him in here and don't let him escape. We must not allow him to turn Sojun's zanpakuto against him.'
'Rodger that, King.' Giving a mock salute.
'What do you plan on doing, Ichigo?' The Quincy spirit asked inquisitively.
'We all know sealing the problem is not going to make it disappear. Koga is far too derange to hear reason and there is only one answer.' Ichigo answered grimly. 'Before that I want to open Muramasa's eyes to his treatment, their link should be far too damage by now and I want the zanpakuto to go in a more peaceful manner.'
Grabbing his trademark cloak and summoning his black hair and red eyes he made his way to Sojun's room. The Kuchiki was now standing, though he trembled lightly as he carried the child, but his grey eyes shone with determination. There was nothing he could say which would change the Kuchiki's mind, so Ichigo simply gathered the man into his arms and shunpoed out of the cavern. Sojun summoned the Senkaimon that they used to go to the Living World. From what he remembered of Koga's apprehension, the gate had led them quiet a distance away from the area. However with his shunpo, it was a matter of minutes to arrive at the correct location. Holding on to his cargo tightly, he used his fastest speed to travel.
Whatever speed Sojun had witness the male use before was child's play in comparison to this. He couldn't believe the distance and speed they were traveling, it was almost as if they were teleporting instead of flash stepping. Had he not been trained by the Shihoin Clan in shunpo, he wouldn't have been able to follow Ichigo's movements. Studying their speed and the distance each shunpo covered; he assumed that even if the Clan Head and current Second Division Captain could match his speed on a good day, there was no possibility Shihoin-Taicho could match the distance covered.
Once they arrived at the town park where he had felt Koga's spiritual signature, Sojun tensed up and Byakuya whimpered in his arms. Sojun instinctively sent a wave of his reiatsu to calm the babe. However he was still exhausted after the long labour so it was barely effective. Sensing this Ichigo cloaked both of them with his, immediately calming both the father and the new-born. Once Ichigo was satisfied by their location in the forest, he slowly placed the Kuchiki on the forest floor against a tree on a flat stone. Although the Living World wasn't experiencing a blizzard it was still winter, but not as cold as it was in the 78th District.
"Judging by the reiatsu flare, your father and the old man have yet to seal him." Ichigo began crouching down. "I can inform them about your intentions, and they most probably will allow it. However I cannot factor in his movements." Standing up and turning towards the direction of clashing reiatsu, "I promised your father no harm would come to you. So if the situation calls for it, I will take the necessary action."
"If it comes down to it, I will kill him." Sojun deciphered and he didn't say anything, giving Ichigo his silent agreement. Clutching his child to his chest, the Kuchiki watched the man flicker out of view.
Looking at the slumbering child, 'Forgive me.' He thought closing his eyes.
29.
"Why are you hesitating?" Yamamoto asked in his signature calm yet commanding tone.
As expected the battle hadn't resolved itself as planned. Koga was far too gone to reason with, and the captains were trying to contain him in preparation of the sealing. When Ichigo had arrived at the battle, Muramasa entered his mind and unfortunately was stuck there due to the two Zangetsu spirits. The Zanpakuto Spirit was familiar with Sojun's reiatsu signature and had followed them to the Living World. Ichigo became aware of the blade's presence once he had left Sojun. Before the spirit could do anything to Sojun, Ichigo provoked the blade into turning his attention towards him. Thus making Muramasa enter his inner world.
Once the Zanpakuto Spirit was secure in his mind, Ichigo approached the battle. Joining the Captain he mentioned that he had request from the Kuchiki Heir but before he could explain what is was, Koga had attacked him. Apparently the man has somehow blamed him for his current predicament. Something about poisoning Sojun's mind and humiliating him, but he paid no attention for it was clear the man was rapidly falling off the deep end. As they fought Ichigo only tried to subdue the man, to insure that the Kuchiki heir wouldn't be in danger when he met his husband.
However Ichigo's pacifist nature was quickly discarded, when Koga had apparently sensed Sojun's location and directed his murderous rage towards him. Even though he didn't feel Byakuya's reiatsu, Ichigo couldn't stomach the thought of anyone, let alone the child's father, attacking the new-born. Zangetsu and the Old Man didn't hold him back when his reiatsu spiked with rage and he attacked his opponent with barely restrained brutality. Koga didn't have the chance to even flash step in Sojun's direction, for within seconds he was beaten into a bloody pulp and flung to the grassy earth below.
'So much for holding back and having an interesting fight.' Zangetsu grouched.
Keeping his blade and eyes on the fallen Kuchiki's neck, Ichigo replied no lifting his gaze, "I'm waiting not hesitating, Yama-Jiji."
"Waiting for what?" Ginrei asked as he readied his stance to attack.
"For midnight to pass."
"Why?" Genryusai pressed, posture relaxed but the slightest movement would provoke him.
"I know it's a mere technicality, but I don't want to kill this man today." Ichigo answered in his flat but determined voice, "I do not want to taint today with this man's death. He doesn't deserve it."
"What do you mean?" The Kuchiki Clan Head demanded.
"What he means, is that he doesn't want to ruin you're grandson's birth date with the death of his father." Sojun answered wearily, as he walked into the clearing unsteadily, cradling Byakuya to his chest. The male was shaking and it was obvious he was exhausted, but the determination in the Shinigami's eyes never faltered. Not once.
Seeing his son's tiredness, Ginrei immediately abandon his position beside the Head Captain to flash step next to his son. Sensing his father, Sojun allowed himself to collapse into his embrace. Clearly not appreciative of the sudden movement, the new born in his arms struggled and whimpered in response. Recognizing the beginning stages of a crying fit, Sojun washed his son in his reiatsu to calm him down. Immediately settling down, Byakuya opened his eyes and cooed at his father.
"He has the Kuchiki eyes." Ginrei observed, but Sojun could hear the undertone of pride in his voice.
"Indeed he does." He agreed not taking his eyes off the new born in his arms, giving his finger when the child began to reach for him.
The brief moment of silence was interrupted by Koga coughing as he regained consciousness. As the man's reiatsu began to stir awake the more restless the child began. "You shouldn't have come." Ichigo stated as he raised his reiatsu to cloak the incapacitated man's spiritual signature and at the same time, wrap around the carrier and his child. As predicted, the babe once again settled, using his reiatsu to play with Ichigo's. Smiling underneath his mask, he responded instinctively to Byakuya's actions even as he tightened his hold over Koga.
"I know." Sojun replied, "However no matter how despicable a man may be, he deserves to see his child at least once."
Understanding what his son was implying, Ginrei firmly held on to his son as he flashed stepped closer towards the two men.
Reluctantly Ichigo loosened the pressure of his blade at Koga's jugular, which allowed the man to turn his head towards his spouse and child. Time went slowly as Koga studied the new born in Sojun's arms. It was obvious the man was in pain and half dead, however without blinking he kept gazing intently at the child. Byakuya had returned to fisting his father's fingers and cooing at him, completely unaware of what was happening around him. For a moment, Sojun saw a flicker of sanity return into his husband's green eyes, but it was gone just as fast as it appeared. In the next moment, Koga's face twisted back into insane hostility, before he spat out.
"Hopefully the brat doesn't turn out to be as pathetic as you are."
Instantly Ichigo placed his Khyber blade back to Koga's neck, cutting him lightly in the process. Pressing his foot on to the man's broken ribs, "That man standing over there is your husband, he is the father of your child, and is far from pathetic." Increasing the pressure of his foot, resulting in a grunt of pain from the person beneath, "He took your abuse silently for decades, he became lieutenant despite his illness, he handled the pregnancy on his own and was in labour for nearly twelve hours before giving birth. Even under those conditions, he still came here so you could see your son." Blood red met poison green, he continued, "Pathetic? The only person here who is pathetic, is you Koga." Removing his foot from the injured man's chest, "Your son. Has it sunk in yet, Koga?"
"What do you know, Hybrid?" Koga rasped out, spitting the last word last word with disgust.
"More than you." Ichigo smirked back, "Do you even know his name?"
"That doesn't concern me."
There was no reply from Ichigo, and everyone felt the sudden increase in tension. After a few seconds of eerie silence, he spoke up, "Kuchiki-Taicho, I would appreciate it if you took your son and grandchild away from this place."
"Ichigo…" Sojun began as he clutched at the child in his arms for comfort.
"Don't worry Sojun." His tone was lighter and gentler in nature, compared to the time he spoke to the current Kuchiki Clan Head. "Though I disagree, I will make this quick. I just don't want you or your child to see it."
Ginrei, understanding what the Ryoka was planning to do next, shunpoed a few feet back from the men with his son and grandchild. Using his larger frame as a shield, he blocked them from the sight of the Ryoka's blade swiftly slicing across his son-in-law's neck. The entire situation was backwards, but it felt appropriate. He should be preventing his son-in-law from certain death, his son should be distressed that his spouse was murdered not hiding his relief, his grandchild shouldn't be interacting with the Ryoka as if he was the sire. Although it was bizarre and completely wrong, he felt nothing but satisfaction seeing the man he intensely loathed bleed to death on the ground.
Maybe a bit disappointed as well, that the he wasn't the one to end the man's life.
Glancing at the Head Captain, who hadn't shifted from his position, Ginrei noticed Genryusai had relaxed his posture and took on an expression of utter boredom.
'Probably because we turned the apprehension of a wanted criminal into a Clan issue.'
30.
"His name is Byakuya, Kuchiki Byakuya." Ichigo spoke looking down on the man bleeding out as the life in his eyes slowly faded away, "Just thought you should know." Grabbing the red scarf and draping it over Koga's face, re-sheathing his zanpakuto he turned his attention towards the audience who was watching. He felt conflicted by his action; he knew that Koga had earned his one way ticket to hell, but the final two words the man whispered contradicted his entire personality and purpose.
"Protect them."
'It seems that even demons are capable of remorse.'
'It would have been better, if he had said 'Please'.'
'Since when did you care about manners?'
'Since I don't like being ordered around.'
Ichigo sighed at the agitated spirit's voice. It wasn't the lack of manners or final two words that had unsettled him. It was that last look Koga had sent his way. The man didn't snivel with fear or glare with anger, but as he raised his sword with the intention to slide its edge across the man's throat, Koga looked at him as if he knew about his attraction towards Sojun. 'How could he not.' Ichigo groused looking at the corpse at his feet. Anyone with a refined reiatsu sensing ability could pick up the traces of his signature on the Kuchiki Heir, and right now Sojun was practically soaked with his spiritual energy. Not to mention that the carrier had sought refuge in his presence. He also made it clear to the man that he knew the details of Byakuya's arrival; indicating that he was present during the labour and birth.
Glancing once more at the lifeless body on the grass, Ichigo let out a breath in annoyance. He hadn't planned to tell Koga his son's name, but the man's dying words prompted him to reconsider. It seemed enough of an answer for the dying Kuchiki for his 'request', since he closed his eyes soon after and adopted a peaceful look as the force of life left his broken body.
'People say the strangest things in their final moments.'
'You can say that again, Ossan.'
'What are you planning to do, now that he is gone?'
'I have a dying man's wish to fulfill.'
'Are you sure that isn't yours as well?'
He didn't answer the Quincy spirit's question as he walked towards the Kuchiki group, raising his hand to Ginrei indicating he wasn't a threat to them, Ichigo turned his attention to the younger male. Sojun hadn't raised his head and continued looking at his son who had returned to his slumber. Seeing the young Kuchiki's trembling form, he prepared for the worst. Ichigo bowed his head low to the smaller male.
"I'm sorry." He simply said conveying as much remorse as he could for the entire situation.
"Don't be." Sojun broke the silence, voice tight and soft with emotional turmoil. "I had a feeling that he wouldn't even acknowledge his child."
"You do not have to refer to Byakuya as his child." Ichigo pointed out, "Clearly he didn't."
"That is true." Sadness coloured the flat tone, "I just hoped…" Shaking his head in defeat. "I really am idiotic, aren't I?"
Walking closer towards the man, Ichigo placed a palm on his shoulder. Spiking his reiatsu slightly to comfort the Kuchiki, "There is nothing wrong with yearning for acknowledgement. Especially from people who are supposed to mean a lot. You holding on to that hope, even after everything he put you through, is anything but idiotic. At the very least, it is admirable."
Sojun lifted his gaze from the sleeping babe and met the unwavering stare of the male standing in front of him. Ichigo willed away the material covering his lower face, showing the small smile that graced his face to the tired male, "That inner strength you possess, was what drew me to you. It is what earned my respect and acknowledgement."
Ginrei watched in amusement as his son suddenly shied away at the drifter's words. Clearly, the Ryoka was taken with his son, just as Sojun was with him; however either one or both of them were too courteous or too dense about their feelings to make an obvious gesture towards the other. He knew the hybrid didn't lack self-confidence unlike his son, and it was hinted that the two of them were considerably tactile given the situations they had been in together. Never the less, despite his unknown origins and his questionable loyalty towards the Seireitei, Ginrei was certain the boy would protect his son. Given that, his son sought refuge with the male and he had aided Sojun numerous times was proof enough. Also judging from the interaction his grandson had with the male, one would think that the babe considered the Ryoka as his other father.
'Troublesome situation.' He mused. It wouldn't do for the infant to mature with one father figure not living on the premises. Also with constant visits there would be talk and unnecessary rumours would fly around. Not to mention that the clan council would consider Sojun available and try to marry him off again in effort for another political union. "Making the same mistake a second time isn't a mistake, but a choice." He remembered his father saying during one of their calligraphy lessons. He broke his promise to his wife once, he would rather fight Yamamoto-Soutaicho to the death than break his promise a second time.
'Besides they would be my age before they admit their feelings.' The 27th Kuchiki Clan Head thought as he made his decision.
"Ichigo-san." He broke the silence, "I have a suggestion and I would like you to consider it."
The drifter met his gaze with confusion and natural curiosity. Seeing that he had the younger male's attention, Ginrei continued, "For your time and effort, I would like for you to join the Kuchiki Clan."
The silence was deafening. The babe was asleep and the younger males were equally taken aback by what was just said. Ginrei had never seen that much emotion on Sojun's face, and he would have laughed had he not been a Kuchiki. However his amusement was interrupted by the Head Captain making his way towards them.
"Due to the circumstances," Genryusai gestured towards Koga's corpse, "We cannot keep the Central from going after you. However, if you were to tie yourself to a Noble Clan, there would be enough politics preventing them from pursuing you."
'Sneaky old fart.' Ichigo thought, amused by what the Head Captain had said. Yamamoto wanted him closer and at the same time further away from the Central. To be fair, he wasn't complaining and it would make keeping an eye on Aizen a lot easier. Although he would miss the freedom the anonymity would provide, Ichigo knew it was only a matter of time before he would be hounded. Not that he couldn't take them on, he just didn't want unnecessary fights. For his relatively short life, he felt he fought enough for next couple of lifetimes.
'I really should consider retirement.'
The Kuchiki Clan Head's offer took him by surprise though. Byakuya in his universe must be rolling in his grave, promising vengeance upon Ichigo. However even if the Head Captain had not interrupted, he would have accepted the offer regardless. More than keeping an eye on Aizen and trying to save this universe, he had grown to enjoy Sojun's company. The end of the rebellion and hollow invasions meant there is no longer a convenient excuse to bump into one another, and he had become quite attached to Byakuya.
'Understatement of the century.' Zangetsu piped in, 'King, stop pussy-footing and admit it will ya? Ya want ta bang the baby daddy and ya already see the brat as one of yer own.'
'Even if I do admit it, I would not admit like that.' Ichigo prickly replied.
'Mother-Fucker.'
Ichigo summoned a strong current to blow the sword spirit into one of the nearby buildings in his inner world.
"I don't mind joining the clan." Ichigo answered, "But I have no intention of joining the Gotei Thirteen."
"That's perfectly alright, we don't need you." Yamamoto dismissed.
'You know that is bull shit you senile old bastard.' Ichigo thought in annoyance at the quick and careless dismissal, thinking about Aizen, Yhwach and all the other psychotic people the Soul Society manage to attract.
"But Otou-sama, the only way to 'join' the Kuchiki Clan, would be through marriage." Sojun cut in once he managed to somewhat wrap his head around the conversation that was happening in front of him.
"Marriage would make things more difficult for Central." Genryusai commented idly towards Ginrei, who in turn nodded in response while keeping an eye on his son's reaction. The tightening of the jaw told him, that his son didn't like the idea of Ichigo being paired up with just any Kuchiki.
"I'll marry him then." The Kuchiki clan heir stated resolutely and Ginrei had to bite his tongue to prevent himself from smiling. "My position in the Clan would provide more deterrent than any other Kuchiki in the family."
"Excuse me." Ichigo interrupted, "Do I not get a say in this?"
"Why?" Ginrei asked wanting to kick the already rolling ball to increase its speed, "Do you have anyone else in mind?"
The reaction was immediate, the drifter turned slightly red and replied hastily, "No, I don't."
"Then you shouldn't have a problem with it then." The Clan Head flatly stated signaling the end of their conversation.
"Fine." Ichigo growled out, "But I'm not becoming a Shinigami."
"Even if you wanted to, you couldn't brat." Genryusai rebuffed, clearly amused by Ichigo's plight, "Shinigami is only one part of you."
"Die. Old Man" As he dispelled the techniques, changing his hair and eyes to their original colouring. Seeing the stares from the two older Shinigami and the amused sigh from Sojun, Ichigo let out a breath. It seems he had some explaining to do.
31.
Sipping his sake and taking in what had happen during the past week, Ichigo realized where Byakuya inherited his work ethic. He had to hand it to the clan, they were the epitome of efficiency. During the course of the week after the night of Koga's 'passing away', the Clan already had the paperwork in place where he was married to the Clan Heir 'Kuchiki Sojun' and now a fully-fledged member of the prestigious Nobel Kuchiki Clan. It happened so fast, he couldn't believe that he now was actually drinking sake during his wedding ceremony.
He hadn't the faintest idea what Yama-jiji and Ginrei had said to the Central and the Clan Council respectively, but if he guessed it was along the lines of 'asset to Soul Society', 'better to keep an eye on him', and 'more power to the clan'. Ichigo let out an annoyed huff, he belonged to nobody but himself and he wasn't an asset. Though he understood why the older men would word it as such, but no matter how he accepted the reasoning, he wasn't listening to anyone's orders. He was his own man, and the idea of someone dictating what he can and cannot do didn't sit well with him. Despite his increased maturity he was still a delinquent at heart.
Taking another sip at his sake, Ichigo allowed his gaze travel to his husband. He balked at that thought, not that he was disgusted by it; Sojun looked every part of Kuchiki Nobility in his wedding kimono, Windflower Scarf and Kenseikan. He had yet to digest the fact he was now a married man. It was just a week ago that he was a wandering samurai, living in a cave and offering his expertise in those in need. He had no 'Clan' or 'Family', he didn't even use his family name. Now he was legally named 'Kuchiki Ichigo', spouse of the Kuchiki Clan Heir and living in the Kuchiki Manor. It was a lot to take in and Ichigo had a feeling he'd never get used to it. He would always be 'Kurosaki Ichigo' and it would be a cold day in hell before he started listening to Clan Elders. However despite the political purpose of their union, he took what it meant to be a husband seriously. He won't soil his parents' images by treating this marriage as another business alliance.
Placing his sake cup down, he made his way to his newly wedded husband and his child. Sojun had become almost insanely possessive of Byakuya, not allowing anyone to hold him. During the formal ceremony ritual where he had to release the babe, he passed him on to his father, but immediately took him back soon as he was allowed to. It amused Ichigo to see the parallels between Shinigami and Hollow. Carrier Hollows would at times attack their offspring's sire if they felt even remotely threatened. They wouldn't even allow the babe to leave their sight for the first decade, even if they were competent hunters and could survive on their own.
Ichigo had been watching the Kuchiki Heir for some time now. He began to notice the slight discomfort that would grace his face every time he was alone and Byakuya would begin to struggle in his arms, patting at his father's chest. Sojun was currently engaged in a conversation with a smaller clan, who had come to pass on their congratulation and talk shop, so he couldn't leave the discussion prematurely to feed the child since it would be considered impolite. It was rare for nobility to breastfeed their own children, especially those of higher standings in the clan; they would either bottle feed them or hire a wet nurse. Ichigo never understood logic behind the concept. Sojun explained it to him, saying it would hinder the activities of a Clan Heir, after being present during a minor argument between father and son on the topic. Calculating the time it has been since the babe's last feed, Ichigo was surprised that the child hadn't woken up and thrown a fuss.
'It seems Kuchiki behaviour is genetically ingrained.'
'I would like to see you fuck with the gene pool.'
'Just because I am married to him, doesn't mean he is going to carry my child.'
'Give it time.' Zangetsu dismissed, 'The Old Man and I have a betting pool going on.'
'Fuck both of you.'
'King! I thought you knew adultery was a wrong.' The sword spirit mocked, 'Even if it is with us.'
Ichigo let an amused smirk find its way to his face. Even though he was the subject of Zangetsu's taunting, he had to admit the spirit had a witty snarky sense of humour. He could practically feel the sword spirit swell with pride and strut around his inner world after hearing that thought. Making his way to Sojun and Byakuya, allowing a little of his reiatsu to tickle the babe's to delay his inevitable fit. Ichigo snaked an arm around the smaller male, bowing his head at the other member's in the group in greeting.
"I'm sorry to interrupt gentlemen, but I have to steal my lovely bride's attention for a few moments." He excused them pleasantly, "I will return him to you shortly." The clan members smiled politely and nodded. Ichigo immediately guided Sojun along with Byakuya to a nearby room in the manor away from the crowd. Once they were alone and secure in the chamber, he gracelessly sat himself down on one of the cushion at the table. Feeling Sojun's eyes on him, Ichigo offered sheepish smile, "Sorry for barging in like that, but it seems that he needed his feed." Pointing at Byakuya fisting his father's wedding kimono.
Sojun immediately broke eye contact and turned his attention to the babe. Embarrassed that Ichigo had notice his failed attempt to ease the discomfort of his engorged breast and that he had to feed with him in the room. He knew that if excused himself from the room that would indicate their 'discussion' was over to everyone at the wedding who wanted to approach him. However a small part of him was pleased that his new 'husband' had been watching him that intently for a long enough time to notice. He had been insecure about losing Ichigo's attention after Byakuya was born, and this reassured him that he wasn't going to be completely ignored.
Trying to control his blush, "Could you hold him while I loosen the kimono?" Ichigo nodded taking Byakuya into his arms. The only other person allowed to hold his child was Ichigo, and he smiled as the male began to entertain the babe, as he left his fathers embraced. Looking down, Sojun sighed in relief; he had felt himself leak, but thankfully nothing had appeared outwardly. Ichigo had worn the traditional black and dark grey men's wedding kimono, while he wore the white and light grey version that made his current predicament more pressing. Taking a seat and turning away from Ichigo, he loosened the bindings around his chest allowing his teats to show. Sojun was so busy trying to figure out how to take the infant without exposing himself, he didn't hear Ichigo approach him.
The man gently placed the babe in his arms and if it were not for the instinctive reaction on his part, Sojun swore he would have dropped the child. There were times where Ichigo would disappear from all senses, it was as if the man could erase his presence in a room. The elite Onmitsukido members could do the same, but Ichigo seemed to do it unconsciously. As if being aware of his shocked state, Ichigo gently nudged his arms cradling Byakuya and guided the babe's head to breast. Once the child began to nurse nosily, Ichigo softly stroked the infants head and sat down in front of the father and son.
"There is nothing to be ashamed about breastfeeding." He said reading the Kuchiki's mind.
Ducking his head and flushing in embarrassment, "It is not proper." Sojun strangled out, intentionally not looking at the male seated in front of him.
"What is not proper about feeding your child?" He gently pressed. Receiving no answer, Ichigo continued, "If it's company, there is nothing wrong with you showing me." Reaching out and lifting Sojun's gaze to meet his, he gave him his warmest smile. "I am your husband after all."
Not matter how hard he tried, Sojun could not suppress the blush that took over his entire body.
Ichigo smiled amusedly and continuing to speak in a soft, warm tone he used to talk to his sisters with when they confided in him their various insecurities, "Seeing a parent feed their child in such a manner is beautiful, and is never repulsive." He never understood the aversion, or the shaming of breastfeeding amongst nobility. He understood parent who couldn't feed or had some personal reason not to, but not doing so because of some mislead clan culture was beyond his comprehension and frankly speaking he didn't want to. Hollows would always choose carriers who had the most amount of surviving young. It was animalistic, but nurturing hollow carriers always attract the most amount of potential sires, since instinctively they know that the carrier is stable enough to see to their offspring's survival. It is the same amongst Humans and Shinigami, although not at explicitly displayed but there were subtle indications. No matter how sophisticated man becomes, they are still part of the animal Kingdom.
Watching the male flush, ducking his head in shyness yet again to the compliment and light flattery was endearing and heart wrenching at the same time. The Kuchiki Heir shouldn't be so susceptible to such words, considering he would have had more eloquently worded flattery sent his way throughout his lifetime.
However in Sojun's situation, Ichigo has seen the amount of psychological damage the clan and Koga had inflicted on him. Underneath that seemingly impenetrable Kuchiki façade, was an insecure man. During the week he had been in the Kuchiki Manor, Ichigo had witness the manner in which the Clan Elders would address him, save for his father, everyone overlooked the male and considered him to lack the competence to lead their Great Clan. Thankfully Sojun was on maternity leave, for Ichigo feared he would have turned full Hollow if his squad subordinates treated him in a similar manner; although he had bad feeling that was the case. Not that any of it was openly displayed, but reading through the lines and seeing the hidden gestures, it wasn't hard to tell.
'You're my husband now.' Ichigo thought to himself as he continued watching the Kuchiki feed his child, 'And there is no way, I'm going to leave you on your own.' A marriage can turn into anything depending on how you treat it. Treat it like the political union it is, it will become a political union; but treat is as the bonding of two souls, then it will turn out to be just that. That was the one thing Ichigo learnt watching his parents interact. Regardless of his many faults, Isshin was a good husband and partner; for which Ichigo was grateful and took him as a role model, only tweaking out the exuberance.
Letting his reiatsu wrap around his new little family, 'I'm not going to fix you, 'cause you're strong enough to fix yourself.' Smiling at Sojun's faintly confused look, 'But I'll help you along the way.'
Hesitantly Sojun smiled back, making Ichigo grin widely in response.
'I'm going to protect you.'
32.
'King, you might wanna make a house call.'
Ichigo raised an eyebrow at that. He was currently occupying the Kuchiki library, reading through some public records and general history. He didn't want to touch the sensitive stuff just yet, since that would spark some suspicion he didn't really need right now. It had been a few weeks into his married life, when he had noticed his spirits haven't been as vocal as they usually were. Brushing it off thinking it was one of their many personality quirks, he had returned to reading the Shiba Clan's family history. Not even past the first few introductory chapters, he heard Zangetsu's voice call out to him. He would have ignored the spirits request thinking it was one of his many 'I'm bored let's fight' ploys, if it weren't for the uncertainty that coloured the spirits tone. When his usually cocky sword spirit was unsure, it was never good news.
Arranging himself into a comfortable position, casually leaning against the wall with a book on his lap, Ichigo mimicked his usual napping position. He didn't want anyone who would walk in to think he was in practicing Jinzen. Maybe he was paranoid, but he wanted the Shinigami to think him less of a threat. Closing his eyes, Ichigo focused on the pull within him.
Nothing could have prepared him for when he opened his eyes.
His inner world had completely changed.
The entire world had righted itself. No longer was he standing on the side of one of his endless skyscrapers, but on the roof of one. Identical buildings now vertical creating an urban jungle, he took in the view. Looking over the ledge, he noticed that bottom was submerged in water; as if the sea had flowed inwards and flooded the city. Shifting his gaze upwards, Ichigo realized that all the skyscrapers were of similar height, except for one. In what he assumed to be the centre of his mind, stood one building that easily towered over the rest of them and was thrice the width the average skyscraper. What made it even more unusual was, it seemed a miniature forest was growing on the roof. Clearly intrigued by the bizarre architectural change, Ichigo made his way towards it.
One he arrived to the edge he was amazed. The trees were lushes and the ground was covered with healthy grass. Noticing the beauty of the sunlight as it filtered through the foliage, was when he realized the perpetual rain in his inner world had ceased and in its place was mid-morning sun shining amongst a few fluffy clouds. Not really sure to be either worried or appreciative of the changes, Ichigo simply took in the sight.
Sensing a familiar presence, Ichigo asked not tearing his eyes from what lay in front of him. "How did this happen?"
"Kinda hard to explain it to you, King." Zangetsu replied joining his sightseeing. "But the old man seems to have a better idea than myself."
"Speaking of the old man." Meeting his sword spirits eyes, "Where is he?"
"Follow me." He replied motioning for his wielder to accompany him in the path through the rooftop forest. Ichigo found this type of compliance from the spirit unsettling, but he reasoned the spirit himself must be spooked as well. Taking the most random path through the forest, Ichigo studied the strange environment. It was easy to forget that this greenery was on top of a skyscraper and it almost seems that he had walked into another inner world. After a few minutes of trekking through the 'sky forest' as he had come to refer it, they had arrived at a clearing where a small cabin stood. Seated outside on the porch was the Quincy spirit sipping his sake.
Seeing the approaching figures, the old man lowered his cup; offering them a small smile and nod in their direction, "Greetings, Ichigo."
'It cannot get any weirder than this.' Ichigo thought nodding at the older looking spirit.
"Ossan, King wants to know the reason behind all of this." Zangetsu gestured to the surrounding area, cutting out any possible introduction or small talk that could have taken place.
Taking another long sip, he gestured towards the only shoji door of cabin, "The answer is in there." Before they could step inside, the Quincy spirit added looking at their footwear, "Please do remove those before entering."
Zangetsu turned towards Ichigo, "Better do as he says." Sitting down to remove his sandals, making his wielder openly gape at him, "Threw me right of out the forest the last time." Once they both removed their respective footwear, the sword spirit slide the shoji door open. For the third time during his visit, Ichigo felt his mind go completely blank.
Inside was a single futon, with Muramasa laying on it completely still.
'It just got weirder.'
After the Quincy spirit had finished a bottle of sake, and some staring from Ichigo's part; Zangetsu's voice broke the silence.
"Did we break him?" He asked turning to Ossan, who merely hummed in agreement as he conjured up another bottle of sake.
"Shut up." Ichigo retorted, snapping out of his daze. "Now tell me, why is he here?" Pointing at the sleeping figure.
"Well…" Zangetsu looking at his nails in boredom, adopting a bland tone. "You told us to keep him in here."
"I told you to keep him occupied."
"So we did."
"I didn't tell you to keep him permanently."
"See." The sword spirit shrugged, "You have to be specific, we can't know what in your mind."
"You are in mind." Ichigo replied dryly. "Also, how is he still here? Didn't Koga's zanpakuto break like last time? Shouldn't he have…" Looking at the sword spirit. "Passed on?"
"Last time, he was defeated outside your mind." This time the Quincy Spirit spoke up, "His bond with the original wielder had already been damaged enough for him to not hear the man's voice.When you killed Koga, the bond broke completely. Since then he had unconsciously began to form a bond with your soul."
Allowing the information to sink in, "Why was he still in my head when I killed Koga? When I heard the battle come to an end I figured he had left."
Ossan gave a pointed look towards Zangetsu, who replied nonchalantly, "I might have been a bit too happy to see him, King." Ichigo stared blankly at the swords spirit, "Apparently we have to force him out. To make him leave." Pointing at the sleeping figure, "He might have lacked the consciousness at the time to leave."
"Let me get this straight." Ichigo shaking his head and holding his hands up, "He is now bonded with my soul, because someone couldn't hold back."
"You make it sound as if I came in you and knocked you up."
"Shut up." Ichigo snapped, pinching the bridge of his nose. "How come you guys didn't tell me about this earlier?"
"Once you ended his wielder's life, he had disappeared from this world. Making us believe the spirit had passed on along with his shinigami. However a few days ago this world changed." The old man gestured to the surrounding environment, "We never gave it much thought since it had happen before, until he reappeared just a few hours ago."
"Well, the whole water surrounding the buildings is somewhat like Koga's inner world." Ichigo mused out loud. "What other changes has he caused?"
"Nothing much to be frank." The Quincy spirit taking another long sip from his sake holder, "Since you are part human and their souls are still malleable, he has been somewhat reborn within yours. Only difference we can sense is that your reiatsu could be now geared towards Kido, given that he was a Kido based zanpakuto." Ichigo nodded, due to his mixed reiatsu origins, he wasn't that adept performing kido which was purely a Shinigami Art.
"Yay! More power."Zangetsu cheered.
"I don't want more power." Ichigo grouched out, earning an amused knowing smirk from Ossan.
"Then what is it, you do want?" A new voice cut in.
Turning their head towards its direction, they were greeted with the sight of Muramasa now sitting up on the futon. Ichigo studied the spirits appearance, he hadn't changed much except for the lack of long finger nails and extravagant pieces around his neck, exposing the long pale elegant column to the world. The purple in the outfit has also been replaced with his signature black and red. After assessing each other, Ichigo simply replied with the most obvious answer, "The ability to protect people."
A ghost of a smile flitted across the melancholic spirits face, as he looked down at his hands, "What do you plan to do with me?"
All eyes on Ichigo, he answered, "What is it you want me to do?"
"Excuse me?" Muramasa blinked owlishly at Ichigo.
"What is it you want me to do?" He repeated, "You didn't ask to be merged into my soul and I'm sorry if the 'Welcome Wagon' was a bit too rough," glancing at Zangetsu who stuck his tongue out in return. "But you attacked us first." Letting out a sigh, Ichigo continued. "Now that it's all over and what's done is done, what is it you want? If you want to break the bond and pass on, it's fine with me. If you want to stay, I don't have a problem with that either." Looking at Ossan who nodded lightly in agreement as he watched Zangetsu who had now gone to climb one of the trees, indicating he couldn't care less about the situation.
33.
Confusion warped Muramasa mind. Looking at the two spirits in front of him and their wielder, he was at a loss at the male's question. What did he want? Asking himself looking at his hands, now they lost their talon like appendages. Touching his neck, he was surprised when he realized that familiar weight had disappeared as well. Overall he felt less restricted and lighter.
Glancing at the Shinigami who was now engaged in a casual conversation with the older spirit, giving him some privacy to think. 'No.' he corrected. The spirits wielder wasn't a Shinigami, from his reiatsu, only a part of him was a Shinigami. From what he felt, it was an odd combination of Shinigami, Hollow, Quincy and Human. Studying the male's reiatsu further he realized that he had some form of instinctual control over it. The combination of reiatsu was volatile and would subtly change according to the situation. During their brief conversation, the wielder's reiatsu pushed its Shinigami markers forwards, while now as he spoke to the older spirit, it had shifted to placing attention to the Quincy reiatsu markers. Muramasa figured that if the male spoke to the more aggressive Zanpakuto spirit, he would change his spiritual energy to adopt its hollow characteristics. It was fascinating to experience, and appealing in some way; since it indicated the wielder chose to use the reiatsu most comfortable for each spirit when interacting with them.
'How considerate.' Muramasa idly thought as he recalled Koga's words.
'Let me make one thing clear, Muramasa. I am the master here, and as such I am in charge. I will not be ordered around by a Zanpakuto spirit!'
He was proud of his master; Koga's power was vast and ever growing, he could have changed the world had he not spiraled into madness. Muramasa felt responsible for his wielders premature demise, the distrust that bred in their bond lead to it severing not allowing him to hear Koga's voice. However those were just excuses from the truth, he should have known revenge was petty and shouldn't have encouraged Koga to act so rashly. He should have stopped him when he had the chance.
'Our vision? What do you mean by the word 'our'? You've got a lot of nerve! Tell me something: do you actually consider yourself my equal? Let me remind you: you're my sword, so don't get too cocky! Just do as you're told and keep your mouth shut!'
Muramasa closed his eyes in pain, recalling the abuse his master had served him. He never considered it such, he had forgiven Koga the very next second, and his devotion towards his master was endless. However there were moments of doubt; he had understood the anger he held towards the Kuchiki Clan, and the injustice that was bestowed upon him by them. None the less, as he remembered Koga's treatment towards his partner, he couldn't help but feel the manner in which he chose to unleash his anger was misplaced.
'As a Shinigami and your master, I was the one who gave birth to your power! All you ever needed to do in your life after that was simply obey me! To me, you've always been nothing more than a sword, simply a mere tool of mine...and a mere tool shouldn't be so conceited!'
Looking at the wielder of the two zanpakuto spirits, he felt a staggering amount of power sleeping within his being. Muramasa always thought Koga's growth rate was exceptional, but once he had entered this man's inner world, he immediately knew that his master no matter how great would be beaten effortlessly. Just as he was when he engaged the more aggressive of the two zanpakuto spirits. The Quincy sprit didn't even bother to intercept their fight and instead opted to watch their fight lazily from a distance.
"What do you want?" The wielder asked breaking him out of his thoughts.
What did he want? Muramasa repeated in his mind. Watching the relationship between the strange shinigami and his sword spirits, he realized that he wanted something similar. He wanted someone to appreciate him, his effort, his ability and person at least once. He wanted to share a connection with someone who actually cared and respected him equally. The spirits and their wielder didn't in any way have a relationship of Master or Tool. The male didn't in anyway treat the zanpakuto spirits as objects, instead their interaction was similar to those of friends, comrades, compatriots. Their wielder sought guidance and advice from them, bickered as if they were childhood friends and generally cared for one another.
That is what he wanted.
"I would like to stay." Muramasa replied as he bowed his head, "Ichigo-Sama."
Zangetsu laughed, and Ossan hummed in amusement. Throwing a sandal at still laughing sword spirit, Ichigo scratched the back of his head, "There's no need for that, just Ichigo is fine." Waving his hand dismissively, earning a curious look from the new zanpakuto spirit. "A bit late for this, but either way welcome to my inner world, I guess." An awkward silence descended on the group and after a few tense seconds had passed, Ichigo spoke up again.
"So how will this work?" He asked the group, "Do I have to get a separate asauchi for you? But since you are already formed I don't think the normal method would work, unless I go to him again." Inwardly cringing as he thought back to his meeting of Oetsu Nimaiya from the Zero Division.
Not completely understanding the reference at the end, Muramasa answered, "The manner in which you zanpakuto was forged… I haven't encountered anything like it before. It is superior, but it is also very different. So I do not think the usual way would work. However to be re-forged wouldn't work either for I feel as if my presence is already bonding with your blade."
"What he says is true." The Quincy spirit agreed, "His power will gradually combine with ours and will adapt along the way, therefore there will be no need for a separate blade."
"Alright." Ichigo accepting the explanation, "So we have no idea what his abilities would be?"
"That would be correct." The older spirit replied and small seed of uncertainty washed over Muramasa. Would his new wielder be annoyed about not knowing his capabilities?
"Perfect."Ichigo grinned lightly soon after, "It's far more satisfying learning something or figuring something out than be told what it is."
"With how slow you are on the uptake, I say give it a couple of decades." Zangetsu jabbed.
"I do not remember you being remotely helpful. Ever."
"I was many times. Ya didn't listen."
"Since when was beating me into a pulp considered educational?"
"Since assessing the thickness of your skull."
"Are you asking for fight?"
"Bring it on, Carrot-Top."
"You're on, Snow-White."
"Snow-White? Do I look like a fuckin' girl to ya?"
"No, but if given the opportunity you would bed seven men."
"If you two are planning to leave a path of destruction in your wake." The Quincy spirit interrupted in his tired exasperated voice, "I suggest you do it outside." Catching the veiled threat, Ichigo and Zangetsu immediately shunpoed from the forest leaving Ossan and Muramasa at the cabin.
"It was on purpose, wasn't it?" Muramasa questioned the older spirit. "You both kept me in here knowing that I would bind with his soul after he killed Koga."
The Quincy manifestation eyed the younger spirit, before answering, "It was always a regret of his, not being able to save you and perhaps this is your second chance." Seeing the confusion on Muramasa's face, he smiled mysteriously, "You will understand with time."
34.
Having Muramasa was proving to be advantageous for of his knowledge of the Kuchiki Clan's inner workings. The spirit was aware of who was who, and in charge of what, as well as their personalities and attitudes. Smiling to himself as he sat in the back of the clan meeting room, Ichigo absently surveyed the attendees with a small introduction about each and every one of them from his new zanpakuto spirit. Apparently Koga had practiced the idea of, 'Keep your friends close, but your enemies' closer.'
'She is the sister of Kuchiki Ginrei. Shrewd, power hungry and conniving. Never passes on an opportunity to humiliate the Clan Heir, for she feels her son was more suited for the role. However in the order of births, she was one year younger than the current Clan Head.' Muramasa explained when his attention fell on one particular elder, who held the trade mark air of a stuck up noble. 'He liked her the least, but ironically she was quite fond of him.'
'So she's a grabby old bitch.' Ichigo summarized. Once they finished assessing everyone, he said his thanks and felt a wave of warmth come from within. It wasn't difficult to figure out the Zanpakuto was pleased. Ichigo smiled sadly to himself, it was nice to know he was treating the new spirit right, but it held a unpleasant tone since a simple 'Thank you' could do entice such a response form the sword spirit. Was there a limit to the damage Koga had caused?
When he had informed Sojun he wanted to attend the clan meeting, he was surprised to find the man wasn't too keen on the idea. However half way through the meeting, hearing the subtle jabs at the Kuchiki heir, he could barely restrain his anger. Thankful for the decision to leave Byakuya with Ginrei as he attended another function, his reiatsu began to take on its darker Hollow edge. If it wasn't for Sojun's presence, he would have leaked it out flooding the clan meeting room. Majority of the members were not even Shinigami, and it was frustrating to hear them speak about matters they haven't the faintest idea about.
'Ichigo-san, please hold your anger.' Muramasa spoke up, after much time and effort, he managed to convince the zanpakuto spirit to drop the more formal honorifics, and settled for the normal addressing. 'They would not take your outburst well. They would mock it and it would only further aggravate the situation. If you wish to get through to them, you have to speak their language.'
'Basically speak arrogant and pretentious bastard.'
'Shouldn't be too hard, King. Since many of your enemies were of that sort.' Zangetsu piped in.
'Yeah, but I had you guys and beat the shit out of them after they monologue.'
'Awww, we love you too.'
'Just speak politely, calmly and pragmatic. There is nothing gained by belittling your carrier neither is there any rational reasoning, save for some assurance for their rather obvious insecurity.'
Ichigo thanked them and waited patiently for the next veiled insult. He didn't have to wait long, for Sojun's aunt seemed to be on a roll since her brother wasn't present. "I hope you realize, your new husband will not be aiding you in your duties, as Koga had done. So you would have to make drastic improvements to your performance."
Before Sojun could answer, Ichigo let out a low chuckle from his spot at the back of the room, catching their attention and making them strain their necks or turn their bodies to see him. It was a bit of a power move, where he would force the members to move to see him, giving him a subtly dominant position. Initially he didn't want to participate in the meeting but merely observe, which was why he chose the location, however with the way Sojun was treated that idea was changed into something less passive. As expected the laughter manage to hit a nerve for the old woman, prompting her to ask, "What is so amusing?"
Letting out one of his cocky smirks, "Nothing much really." Pushing as much of the punkish arrogance he knew Byakuya hated, into his voice "It's just that, I find it rather entertaining that a woman who knows nothing about being a Shinigami speak about Shinigami duties and with such authority." It was an assumption, but judging from her undeveloped reiatsu reserves and tightening of her expression he was correct.
"I've been part of the Seireitei longer than you have been alive, boy." There was so much venom laced into the last word. However her intimidation tactics were that of a child in comparison to what he had been through. 'Pitiful. Truly pitiful.'
"Then I find it hard to believe that you think of your clan heir as incompetent." Ichigo countered casually, showing that he wasn't at all affected by the old woman's display of subtle coercion. "I have witnessed him in battle many times and he is anything but inept."
"There were reports of you catching and carrying him to safety." Another nobleman replied.
"And I'm certain there are many other report of me catching and carrying other Shinigami and Civilians to safety." He refuted, "I refused to join the Gotei Thirteen and informed Yama-Jiji that I'm more of an independent contractor." Pausing a bit to let the words sink in Ichigo continued, "Even if I did join the ranks, I wouldn't help Sojun." Catching his spouses stunned look, he allowed his expression to soften a bit. "For the man doesn't need my help."
Not allowing them to attempt to take the upper hand, he stood up and walked towards Sojun, "Your Clan Heir is clearly powerful and is unique, otherwise he wouldn't have caught my attention." Taking a seat beside the man, "However that being said; I find the treatment of your Heir to be disrespectful and borderline insulting." Chiding them as if they were children, Ichigo had to bite his tongue to keep himself from snorting when he saw a few avert their eye in shame. "He is the heir to your clan. Isn't the purpose of this council to advise and aid the Clan Head or Heir in their decisions, role, duties and responsibilities?" He knew he had hit the nail on the head, for not even the old bat had anything to say.
Awkwardly the clan meeting returned to its usual flow of items, but the manner in which the members address Sojun was far more respectful. Ichigo watched the meeting conclude and walked beside Sojun towards his chambers. Neither of them had said anything to the other, but he could feel subtle glances the Kuchiki Heir directed towards him during the course of the meeting after his little interruption. They slept in separate rooms due to the nature of their true relationship and apparently it was a regular practice amongst the nobility, Ichigo chalked up to one of their crazy customs. Once they arrived at Sojun chambers, and they had closed the sliding door, the Kuchiki Heir turned towards him and asked simply, "Why?"
'That was relatively mild.' Ichigo thought. He had been expecting some form of outburst along the lines of 'What was that?' or 'What were you thinking?', but apparently Sojun was simply far too passive and well-mannered for an outburst. Being so emotionally restrained isn't beneficial for anyone, it really spoke of Sojun's mental fortitude to withstand all the abuse without completely falling apart.
"It needed to be done." He replied, lowering his reiatsu to appear less threatening, he waited patiently as the man gathered his words.
"I could have handled it."
Ichigo allowed one of his gentler smiles make an appearance as he nodded in agreement, "And I don't doubt that."
"Then why did you?"
Thinking a bit to ensure his wording couldn't be take wrong, "I wanted to help you." Taking Sojun's hand into his as he explained, as counter measure in case the male took his words the wrong way and tried to leave the room. "You are my friend, you are my husband. Whichever it is, I consider you someone I care deeply about. So when people care, they help each other regardless if it is needed or not."
Ichigo knew he said the right thing, for the Kuchiki Heir's eyes widened slightly before he ducked his head in embarrassment, "Thank you." He murmured bashfully but Ichigo could tell Sojun was pleased by the upward tilt of the man's lips. They stood together in a comfortable silence holding hands, simply enjoying each other presence and touch.
"Come, let us go find your father and Byakuya." Ichigo suggested as he guided Sojun out of the room. As they walked down the corridor, he noticed they still held hands and the Kuchiki was clutching his tightly. Tightening his grip, they headed off hand in hand towards Ginrei's and Byakuya's reiatsu signatures.
35.
If he hadn't said it before, he will say it now.
He loved screwing Aizen over.
Not in the sexual kind of way, but messing up his plans kind of way. It was hilarious to watch the man alternate between floundering about and anger, when he finds that his plans are not progressing as expected. It seems to bring the genius down a couple of pegs, and it was nice to see the man ponder with doubt. However this was not the primary reason for Ichigo's relatively good mood. As expected being in the Seireitei gave him more freedom to watch the young seated officer; and much to his relief, he found that the man was just as twisted as he was in his universe.
Although his freedom was a bit limited for the first couple of months, the Onmitsukido gradually relaxed their surveillance when they found out he never went near anything remotely related to the Gotei Thirteen. They now only resort to tailing him when he approaches any military related areas and allow him to wander in and out of the Seireitei. In the meantime, Ichigo did manage to start an easy friendship with Captain Kyoraku over drinks and Ukitake would join in when he was not under the weather. Apart from those two captains he didn't attempt to socialize with the others just yet, even though he was craving some of Shinji's snarky humour. He wanted to gather as much information as possible about this universe's captains before approaching them. However if he was truly being honest with himself, he still felt an enormous amount of guilt and it was the shame of failure that held him back from befriending them.
'King…'
'Not yet, but eventually.' Ichigo reassured, 'When I am sure Aizen will never harm them.'
Thankfully Zangetsu remained silent, but Ichigo was sure he was not satisfied with the answer.
It was last week, when he was tailing Aizen out of the Seireitei into the 64th North Rukongai District that he finally found solid proof of the lieutenant's ill intentions. Unfortunately he wasn't able to stop the man in time before he sacrificed the hundred souls of Shinigami and Rukongai citizens in the creation of the Hogyoku, since it most probably took place before he arrived in Soul Society. However he did manage to prevent Rangiku from having her soul being stolen and Gin from his self-appointed suicide mission.
'I'm pretty sure there are better ways to a woman's heart, than becoming a traitor and getting yourself killed.'
Ichigo watched as the brunet stealthily deviated from his patrol route along with his squad. When they reached a rather secluded location, the other three members began to kneel at his feet. It was rather obvious they were victims of Kyoka Suigetsu, as one of them reached out and was handed the Hogyoku. There were a few words exchanged by Aizen and his squadron, in which Ichigo assumed were instructions, before the seated officer made his way back to the patrol route. Making a quick decision, Ichigo remained with the squadron and Hogyoku, since the object was currently more of a threat than its creator.
Following them around, Ichigo was taken by surprise when he felt two familiar reiatsu signatures in the surrounding area. Moments later, he was greeted with the sight of the pubescent version of Matsumoto Rangiku. Looking up the hill, he could pinpoint Ichimaru Gin's reiatsu as well. Both their signatures were weak, but in comparison to the majority of the Rukongai civilians, they did have a considerable amount. Ichigo had heard from Kira, about Gin being a prodigy in every sense; such as graduating from the Academy in year, so he wasn't surprised when he felt the boy lower his reiatsu signature. Narrowing his eyes, he couldn't tell if it was intentional, but either way it was impressive none the less.
Knowing what was about to happen when he saw Aizen's minions approach the young girl, Ichigo flashed stepped to where Gin was hiding. He applauded the boy for having common sense, he could tell the kid wanted to save her, but knew he would have been ruthlessly slaughter if he did. Ichigo could tell he startled the boy, for his control on his reiatsu slipped when he sensed the man standing behind him. Holding one hand up as a peace sign and then placing a finger to his lips, Ichigo informed the boy in a whisper.
"I am going to knock her out before dealing with them. I want you to bring her here 'cause the fight is going to get rather messy."
Gin nodded in understanding. It was odd to see him place trust in someone, given his personality. However it showed how devoted he was towards Rangiku, to accept help from a stranger with no guarantee.
In a flash all four figures were knocked unconscious. Catching Rangiku before she fell to the floor, he handed her to Gin, who nodded in thanks. Nodding back in acknowledgement, Ichigo turned his attention back to other three men. It was a tough decision, but if he let them live they would only alert Aizen of his presence. He wanted the brunet to be completely in the dark as long as possible. Ichigo took no pleasure in killing, even when fully possessed by his hollow nature, killing was a disappointment and never left a pleasurable feeling. Though he abhorred the idea of killing these Shinigami, there was no other way to free them of Aizen's illusion, they would forever be enslaved to his will. If they weren't under his hypnosis, and just regular devotees didn't make the situation any better.
"I'm sorry." Ichigo said as he snapped the necks of all three troops swiftly. Focusing on his reiatsu, he mentally summoned his hollow mask. The mask mimicked the one he wore when he fought Ulquiorra but without the horns. It was only in this form that his Shinigami and Quincy reiatsu markers would be fully suppressed, only allowing his hollow spiritual energy to leak into the surrounding area. Using his hands, he began to rip the bodies apart to imitate a hollow attack. Disintegrating some of the body parts to indicate they had been eaten away; Ichigo reach down and picked up the glowing purple orb.
It was incomplete and far less stable when compared to the one Urahara created, and slightly larger in size. Thankfully due to its inferior nature, all he had to do was to focus all his hollow reiatsu into the palm he was holding and crush the Hogyoku. Dispelling his mask and dusting his hand, Ichigo turned around and walked towards Gin and Rangiku.
After a few explanations and warnings to keep quiet about the situation, Ichigo carried both children and dropped them off at their cottage. Bidding them farewell and checking the surrounding areas for additional threats, he made his way back to the site. He didn't have to wait long, because just as the moon made its appearance, so did Aizen. It was entertaining to watch the man scavenge frantically through the carnage for his wishing ball. Raking a hand through his hair, Aizen gave up his search and instead ripped his uniform and smeared blood sporadically all over himself. Understanding what he was about to do, Ichigo immediately shunpoed back to Seireitei while pumping out his normal reiatsu to remove the residual traces of his hollow form.
Needing an excuse for his lateness, he made a small stop by a random book shop in the 9th District which was pompously named 'The Ambassador'. Rushing through the rows of books needing something appropriate, his eyes fell on thin off white novel jammed between two thick tomes. Pulling it out he bit his lip to suppress a laugh when he read the title.
"The Adventures of Chappy the Happy Rabbit."
'It's fated.' He mused rushing to the counter to pay.
"Sir, today we have a promotion where, with every children's book we are giving out a free Amigurumi." The counter woman chimed as if she was a record, "So please take your pick." She gestured to the basket of crocheted stuffed figures.
Due to his pressing need for time, Ichigo grabbed the one which was most familiar to him. Thanking her out of courtesy, he flashed back to the Kuchiki Manor. Greeting the staff, he made his way towards the familiar set reiatsu signatures. Knocking on the shoji door he entered and took a seat next to Sojun and Byakuya while facing Ginrei.
"Good evening, Ichigo." Sojun greeted with a smile and Byakuya reached out to him. Allowing his reiatsu to entwine with theirs, he slowly relaxed in the family atmosphere. After the nursing incident and the clan meeting which caused a lot of talk, his husband had relaxed to a point he now addressed him without an honorific when they were in private or with Ginrei.
"Where did you wonder off to today?" Ginrei asked as he sipped his tea, eyeing his new son-in-law subtly. Although his attitude softened after the clan meeting incident, the man was still very intent on knowing about his movements.
"Was moving through the closer districts, when I came across a bookshop in the 9th North that had an amazing find." He answered and casually pulled out the book, "It reminded me of an old friend of mine, who was practically obsessed with the character." Ginrei hummed in acknowledgement, but was satisfied with the answer.
Pulling out the soft toy, "They were giving these along with the book-"Ichigo couldn't finish his sentence because Byakuya began to frantically squirm in Sojun's arms, using his reiatsu to tug his while staring at the toy in his hand.
"You want it?" Ichigo asked handing the stuffed toy to the babe, who immediately grabbed it. Studying it for a moment, the little boy soon after broke into a face splitting grin. "I guess you do want it then."
"What is it?" Sojun questioned eyeing the toy for any signs of dirt. "It's not an animal or any child story character."
"Honestly I don't know, there were different kinds and I selected the one which caught my attention." Ichigo replied, studying the toy. It was familiar, like he had seen it before but he didn't know from where.
"What was the shops name?" Ginrei questioned him again earning a glare from his son which he promptly ignored.
"Something showy." Ichigo answered, his mind still focused on where he had seen the toy before, "The Ambassador." He replied after a few moments.
Changing the topic, Sojun interrupted, "Reminds me of seaweed." Ichigo's mind froze when it dawned on him where he had seen this figure before.
"Wakame Taishi." Sojun named in jest, and Byakuya cooed his approval.
Seaweed Ambassador.
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Ichigo let out a chuckle at that memory. It seemed no matter which universe he was in, Byakuya's fictitious character would always make an appearance. However he did feel somewhat responsible for being the direct cause of the obsession. Now in a lighter mood, he leaned back against the manor roof and once more returned to his star gazing. He had picked up the habit when he first arrived in this timeline, for it was the only thing that had remained virtually unchanged. No matter where he was, the stars in the sky were always the same and its familiarity brought on feelings of comfort. Ignoring the constant presence of the Kuchiki guards in the background, he held up his hand and gazed at it intently. No matter what decision he made in life, he learnt not to regret it or look back.
Once the Hogyoku shattered in his palm, Ichigo felt a flicker of doubt colour his resolve. He knew that it was a given, that the Hogyoku in Aizen's hands would cause nothing but pain and despair amongst many. In addition, his purpose was to protect his people, and to leave the orb at the mercy of a maniac would go against his very purpose of existence. However, no matter how strong and compelling his decision was to destroy the object then and there, Ichigo remembered pausing and questioning his decision of crushing the Hogyoku. Apart from all the pain it caused, it created the Hollow which led to his mother and father meeting. He may well have destroyed the possibility of his family ever existing.
'But no.' He thought staring at the palm that once held the retched object, clenching it. 'I cannot afford to be selfish.'
'The universe works in mysterious ways. Maybe some things are meant to be and some are not.' The Quincy spirit ambiguously supplied, 'If your parent's union is meant to be, no matter the circumstances they would meet.'
'Careful.' Muramasa cautioned, 'Fate is very fickle in nature, so please do not provide false hope to Ichigo-san.'
'Naaaahhhh.' Zangestu butted in lazily, 'If the flower brat's seaweed obsession happened. King's parents shacking up will happen.'
'Your logic is the most warped thing I have had the misfortune to come across.' Before sniffing with disdain, 'And can you not be so crass, when speaking about our master's parents?'
'Why? Got a problem with how I speak?'
'Matter of fact I do. I find it extremely difficult to understand 'Barbarian'.'
'Well, it seems we are in the same boat, cause I can't understand your 'Prissy Bitch' speak too.'
Ichigo smiled in amusement at the bickering between the two zanpakuto spirits. He had worried about Muramasa's integration with his other two sword spirits, and it seemed those fears were unfounded. Apparently the new addition to his inner world was easily provoked or Zangetsu's ability to crawl under people's skin was not limited to Shinigami, Hollow and Quincy. Ossan didn't seem to mind the new sword spirit from what Ichigo sensed from the Quincy manifestation. Oddly enough, he found the spirit pleased and content.
'Maybe because he finally got his garden and greenery.' Ichigo pondered idly recalling the fierce protection the spirit had towards it. Zangetsu on the other hand was ecstatic once he found out how easy it was to wind Muramasa up, prompting many verbal battles and sparring. Listening to the bickering between the two, Ichigo let out light sigh and closed his eyes.
'Sleep, Ichigo.' Ossan gently commanded. 'Abandon your fear. Look forward. Move forward and never stop. You'll age if you pull back. You'll die if you hesitate.'
Hearing those familiar words he smiled, 'Yeah. I'm not going back. So no point looking back.' Closing his eyes and drifting into a peaceful slumber.
A/N: I know this fic is lacking action, save for a small descriptions here and there. That is because I am not particularly talented in writing an action scene. Tried my hand in it once, but never was completely satisfied with it. If you were expecting some action, I would recommend 'Once More' by 'Gone Wanderlust.' The fic's timeline is similar, but he/she has included a rather brilliant fight scene between Ichigo and Koga.
Also Ichigo will be slightly darker in this, as you have noticed. He would no longer 'defeat or knock them out', and go straight for the 'kill' is the situation calls for it. I would fault the 'losing everyone' in his universe to have that mentality.
Amigurumi is the Japanese art of knitting or crocheting small stuffed animals and anthropomorphic creatures.
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