Chapter 8: True Enemy

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The soul society seemed to always have the perfect weather for everyday, or so it seemed to Ichigo, but he was an outsider not knowing any other part than the peaceful districts that he had visited. Never the other terrible districts filled with scum, killers, pedophiles, drug addicts, extortionist, assassins, perverts, hookers, and all other types of degenerates of society. Saito Haijime couldn't help but think of how long it had been since he was one of them until the day when Kukaku arrived in the pawn store that he worked at. He remembered that she was wearing that same red outfit that she wore every day with her massive breasts bursting out of it, but on her shoulders was a cloak that she used to show that she was of a noble family or a person of great standing. Those were those people that Saito always avoided because he couldn't stand those nobles or those people who felt better than him because they could live in a big house with comfort while he slept on a damn cold ass floor. Saito loved to think that he wasn't influenced by his environment, but it was untrue because he had a streak of violence because he was in there, that hell hole, and he never did anything in his life to end up there, he just was.

He watched her walk in like a cheetah observes its prey before it prepares for the pounce and then noticed the two big men escorting her in. It would be tough with them, but it would be a fun fight, of that Saito was sure of. Strangely she dismissed them and told them to go wait outside while she looked at the other objects that aligned the shelves of the stop, but he actually admired her ability to sort through the crap and get to the good things. For some reason she didn't seem to notice him looking at her, eyes intent with only one thing on his mind, to get some tail, but as soon as he started to fantasize she turned and gave him a look that made him think she could read his thoughts.

"I know what you're thinking and you should get a life," said the woman in red as she sighed at him, the bitch actually sighed at me like I was some low class bumpkin. "You could never have any chance of raping me or stealing any of my money like I know you're having right now."

"Yeah, well what do you know, bitch," retorted Saito as he scowled at the woman and then he started to bawl his fists so he could be ready to throw a punch if he didn't like the tone of her next sentence.

"I know that I'm Kukkaku Shiba and I don't take shit from the likes of you," replied the woman and as soon as he tried to hit her in the face, he found himself flying forward into a wall. "And I can kick your sorry ass, so remember that I'm tougher than most of the pussies who walk around here."

"That's okay, now I can see your breasts," replied Saito as he got up hold a piece of her front shirt, which left her right breast open to the air and only served to bring Saito more pain as she sent her left fist crashing into his stomach, temporarily damaging some of his internal organs.

"Well now I think that little scar on your navel will help you remember the difference between you and me," said Kukkaku as she rubbed her own jaw where Saito had managed to hit her and a few other places. For a weak starving man he hit hard, hard enough to impress her so she took him out of the shop and had him working as a bodyguard for her until his spiritual power was discovered and he went off to become a shinigami, leaving her without her favorite playmate.

Now here she was seeing him welcomed back to the home which had him expelled so long ago and she was glad to see that he was back among the friends who had been sadden to have to force him into exile. Looking around, she couldn't help but notice the nervousness in Yammamoto's face when he looked at Saito Haijime walking in a captain's coat with his sword by his side. It was that sword that made Yammamoto nervous, or more importantly, what was in the sword because the soul of the zanpakto is what made Saito an exile. She had often times asked Saito not use Sesshomaru because she knew his secret, she knew that the soul of his sword wasn't his only one, it was just the one that Saito had put into the sword. But she would have to keep that secret safe and she aimed to always do that for the man she loved and to never betray his trust. She loved him too much to do that, loved him too much to tell others that the soul in his sword was the hollow of his own brother, trapped in the sword by his brother's choosing so the two would always fight together.

It was one of those secrets that only they both knew, but Kukkaku was keeping a secret that only she knew because she didn't know how she could tell him. Then again, she couldn't deny that the evidence was right there in the shinigami academy, her son and his son, Takashi. Their son looked so much like then, his black hair a mirror image of Kukkaku's shock of coarse black hair and he had his father's bravado and charm, but his eyes were a mixture of red and gold surrounded a narrow black slit, something she thought was contributed from Saito's sword. Kukkaku was certain that the moment he was sent to Saito's division, Saito would know who it was. But where did it all start to come to this, the moment where she dreaded her son seeing his father for the first time. She thought back to that fateful day in the training room.

FLASHBACK

Kukkaku thought she would go down to see her old friend Saito when he was training and see if he could have a match with her, it had been some time since they had a match and the shinigami was actually becoming a match for her. She didn't have a zanpakto like the shinigami could, nor did she have any special training in kidos like the shinigami did. She was purely self taught, just like her father was and just like Saito was, with her sword that was imbued with the spirit of a fallen dragon, or so it was said. Most people didn't believe that many of the stories and often believed them to be nothing but fairy tales yet her sword was special. It what her father had given to her before he went to help the shinigami in their fight against the Quincies, but she had always made up for her lack of training. Saito, however, was no Kenpachi, he didn't come out of his hell with incredible fighting style, he had to be trained a bit to get his full potential out of the open and soon found that he had an amazing ability. The only problem about him was that he was a runaway; he left an abusive household and his brother behind. By the time he had finally come back his brother was already a broken shell and that lead to the worse fate of all, for he was made a hollow by his hatred for everything and Saito was forced to defeat him. It was then that Saito had given him the best weapon, the zanpakto that resided in his soul, the one that was his soul's essence, everything that would make him whole.

She peered into the room to she Saito hammering away at one of his comrades while the other ones were watching with the greatest fear as they knew that Urahara was going to have them attack Saito to test the medicine that he had given them. Saito was more than happy to oblige the good captain of thirteenth division. A smirk spread across her face as she watched him moving around and knew it was her perfect chance to try on Saito. Waiting for the last man to leave the training room, Kukkaku immediately made her presence known by smoking her pipe, the scent of tobacco immediately getting Saito's attention as he turned around and looked at the person standing in the doorway with her sword in her arm and her pipe in her mouth. His tongue ran across his lips as he licked them and then waited for her to make the first move, but his impatience got the better of him as he lunged forward with his sword in an impressive show of a flash step, but it lacked Yurouchi's speed.

Kukkaku dove under the sword and swept kick his legs out from under him, but found that he was using his sword to balance him and help his landing. She smiled at the thought of how much he had improved from being her student to now it appeared to be her equal. She used her own sword to block his attacks and was doing well; right up to the part where he released his shikai and then the fight started looking unfavorable for her. Then it she used the only weapon that she knew would be able to stop him in mid attack. She pushed the covering over one her large breasts until it showed a hint of nipple, not much, but enough to make Saito forget what he was doing and enough time for her to throw a punch and send him into a wall. She hadn't meant for it to have been like that but she swore that his outstretched hand was getting closer to her breast and she panicked. She ran to see if he was okay but when she got to where he was he was ready for her. With a quick movement, he managed to grab her leg and pull it out from under her, giving him a shot of her white panties that made his hakama tighter than it should have been. By the time she had realized he had gotten her on her back she felt his lips on hers and his tongue rubbing against her lips. They had kissed once, but it was just for fun, never was it to be this passionate kiss that he was giving her now.

He did wonders with her and by the bulge that she felt on her thighs, he was preparing to do so many other things to her.