Hai, Sensei
Warnings- OOC, a bit of swearing, probably some spoilers, a bit of yaoi (last little section, Ryuken\Isshin (if you wanna skip that section))
Rating- T
Summary- Byakuya Kuchiki always wanted a young child of his own, but when given the chance, he doesn't take the chance. Nine years after the fact, the other captains decide to kidnap the Ishida and deage him to give the 6th division captain the child he wanted.
Disclaimer- No.
A/N 1- I still don't care that I'm changing some facts.
A/N 1.5- I know that the bounts and mod-souls were close to each other in time, but in this Noba had randomly appeared because I did this before the mod-soul issue too. Sorry.
A/N 2- I had no computer for most of the time I've been dormant. I'm sorry it has taken so long.
I'd like to thank my reviewers- dukefan01, Mary Lou, InvisibleInk14, My Elegant Disaster, alexma, Kastanis, Guest, , FireFox Vixen, Elfen Children, Disquiet, demonwind, Kunohichi8, apatix4869, and luckyneko6253- for their encouragement. You guys are amazing.
~^BLEACH^~
Once first light hit, Kenpachi woke up, realizing then that he had fallen asleep sometime during the night. Sitting up carefully so as to not disturb the small child, he yawned and shook his head, forgetting about the bells still in his hair. Hearing them jingle, he swore, "Shit!"
Captain Unohana entered the room upon hearing the cuss word. "Kenpachi!" She scolded softly, turning her attention to the boy lying next to the large man.
"Whaaaaaaaaaat?" He whined, "It's not like I woke him up or anything." Both Captains turned to look down at the young Quincy as the blanket moved around, watching him wake up.
"You were saying?" Captain Unohana demanded, arms crossed and glaring at the large man.
Kenpachi shuddered in fear, "Well, it's not like I did it on purpose."
"Grandpa?" Came an innocent voice between them. Uryu was rubbing his eyes with a hand and looked up at the two Captains. "Who're you? Where's Sensei?" He asked naively.
It only took that for Unohana to realize that something had to be done about the boy's memory, so she motioned one of her division over. "Please go to Captain Kurotsuchi and ask him for a memory fader please? Thank you," she all but ordered the young healer to do.
Kenpachi was gently stroking the boy's hair, trying to get him to calm down. "We're friends, I'm Kenpachi and she's Unohana. Your Sensei isn't here, neither is your Grandpa," he whispered soothingly.
Uryu looked down and whispered, "Why?" Tears started to form in his eyes as he thought about the old man whom he loved.
It was by then that the unseated 4th division officer came back with a shot from the 12th division. Captain Unohana smiled and thanked the young shinigami, taking the syringe. She handed it to Kenpachi just as Komamura stormed into the room.
"Why didn't you tell me when you found him?!" Sajin shouted at Kenpachi, not noticing that the boy was awake.
"Shut the fuck up! If I hadn't already woke him up you'd've just done so!" Kenpachi shouted back.
Before Komamura could retort, Unohana scolded the two Captains, "Be quiet both of you, or I will have Head-Captain Yamamoto make you wash dishes and laundry by hand for a week for the entirety of the Seireitei. Understood?" She smiled and crossed her arms as the men shivered in submission. "Good, now, give me the syringe," she held her hand out as she knelt by Uryu.
Kenpachi gave her the needle and turned to Komamura. They quickly slid outside to resume their bickering while Unohana took the boy, who seemed to have fallen back asleep, in her arms and carried him to a table. Laying him down, she removed the blanket and the captain's cloak, laying them across the back of a nearby chair. Turning back to the boy, she undid his kimono, which really was too big for him, and opened it enough to access his abdomen. Channeling her reiatsu through her palm, she pressed her hand to Uryu's stomach, quickly locating his memory structure. Uncapping the needle, she inserted the tip 19mm to the right of his heart and pushed the plunger in.
When Kenpachi and Sajin returned, Unohana already had Uryu redressed and wrapped in Byakuya's old captain's haori. "Are you two done fighting?" She asked, ignoring their nods. "What time is it? When's the meeting?" She asked politely.
Sajin smiled and rushed to answer, "It is eight twenty-twelve (A/N: that is supposed to be that, added is 8:32) and the meeting is at eight thirty..." Kenpachi and Unohana looked at him in shock. Quickly realizing what he said, he gasped and face-palmed himself.
Kenpachi picked up Uryu and the three captains ran to the 1st division, getting there before Byakuya by chance...
(A/N: Or author's discretion really)
~^BLEACH^~
Byakuya groaned softly as he woke up due to light streaming in from his window. He glared at the ceiling, knowing he was late in getting up. He didn't, however, let that deviate him from his morning ritual. He grimaced as he recalled his dream…
A tiny child was tucked against his chest, cuddling him. Without needing to look to confirm, he knew it was the boy he found once long ago, he knew it was Uryu. He didn't dare look down, knowing that, once he did, the peace and contentment he felt would disappear again. He knew that this wonderful dream would quickly turn into a nightmare once again as soon as he did. He felt the child cuddle into him, and smiled. This was, by far, the best part of his memory-based escapade. He softly started to hum a tune from a long forgotten tune. He smiled as he felt the boy shift against his chest, pressing closer to his heartbeat.
Time trickled by as he was sitting on a dark green hill overlooking his flower-filled gardens. The sunset around them was beginning to turn from a bright crimson to a deep dark blue around them before he shifted, feeling a large, hulking huge reiatsu near him. He stood and quickly turned to his most hated enemy. "Zaraki-Taichou," he addressed coldly.
"Princess," Zaraki answers, leaning around the bristling noble and touches the young boy's abdomen. "Precious."
Byakuya turned on the man, withdrawing Senbonzakura. "What do you think you're doing?" He demanded, not wanting the man near his child. He got in a defensive position, ready to protect his child.
Zaraki smiled devilishly as he reached for the child. "I'm caressing Precious." He answered, unfazed as he continued to try to touch Uryu.
Byakuya fumed. "Who do you think you're calling 'Precious', you big brute?" He clutched the child tighter, preparing himself to release his shikai.
Zaraki laughed and turned. "That beautiful little boy lying in your arms. Hear me, Byakuya Kuchiki, he may be your child now, but he'll be mine upon growing up," he tossed back over his shoulder.
Byakuya was livid. He growled, his cold mask failing him completely, as he debated whether or not to attack the man. Then, he felt a gentle, subtle shifting from the boy. Not thinking, he looked down…
And almost screamed. Instead of a small child sleeping peacefully in his arms, there was a bloody teen. It was the teenage Uryu, and he was slowly dying from deep gashes crisscrossing his body. The worst part was that the wounds were only too obviously from Senbonzakura, his sword, his move, his fault.
He cried out, dropping his zanpakuto. Falling to his knees, he desperately tried to heal the bleeding, dying teen. But, he knew it was futile. He spent the remainder of the teen's life by his side, watching him bleed out, crying and wishing he could somehow save him…
Byakuya came back to his senses with a start, the realization of just how much time he spent remembering his dream. But, he didn't care very much. He got up, going over to his closet and withdrawing his outfit for the day, and sighed. He glared at his captain's cloak, hating that it always reminded him of the boy he left behind.
A servant entered the room, bringing in a steaming teapot and a teacup on a saucer on a tray. "Kuchiki-sama?" He asked, worried for the Kuchiki Clan head.
Byakuya turned to the servant and said, "Tell me, do you have children?"
The servant looked confused, but nodded. "Yes, Sir." He was confused by this, but figured his captain had a reason for asking and would reveal it soon enough.
Byakuya looked back to his closet. "If you lost one, would you avoid that which reminded you of him or her?" Byakuya asked, wanting an excuse to not wear his cloak.
The servant took a deep breath and nodded, immediately understanding what this was about. "If it hurt too much, I would, Sir," he answered, knowing it was what his leader needed to hear.
Byakuya nodded, closing his closet without a cloak. "Thank you," he said, turning and hugging the man.
The servant smiled and hugged Byakuya back, waiting for the man to pull away before he exited the room, going about his duties.
Byakuya smiled shakily and turned to a door. It was different than any other of the house; it was dark blue with white crosses painted all over it as well as some calligraphy that he had hand painted on its surface himself. He walked to it and gently passed his hand over one particular phrase written in elegant delicacy: Anata no hāto bīto wa tenshi no tsubasa no furattadatta. (A/N: Your heartbeat was a flutter of angel wings.) He rested his forehead on the door for a few minutes, trying not to let the tears collecting in his eyes spill over down his cheeks. However, he failed. As warm, salty tears trickled down his cheeks and lips, he thought about how wonderful it'd feel to have a small, warm body snuggled up against his own. He could almost feel the quiet breath up, the gentle heart beating against his own, the peaceful movements of sleep against him. He could just imagine relaxing with the boy, falling asleep with him against his chest. Shaking his head, trying to stop the tears from falling, he opened the door and looked into the room.
The room looked like a small child's room would: bed of detailed blankets, closet, toy chest, dresser, toys spread around, pictures, and a single teddy bear on said bed. Byakuya went to the chest and opened it, like he did every morning. There were all manner of toys and stuffed animals that he had specifically chosen for the child back when everyone was looking for the boy on order of the Head-Captain. He walked to the dresser and selected some socks and a pair of under clothes, then walked to the closet and chose a black kimono with light blue cherry blossoms stitched in. He carried these things to the bed and laid them down, picking up the set already there from the day before and draping them over his arm. He slowly reached out to the large teddy bear and gently touched it for a moment, wishing it was the child. After a moment, he wiped his eyes and turned to leave the room, whispering, "I love you, my child." He started toward the door he had entered by.
Upon reaching his room, he gathered the clothes he took from the bed and gently draped them over his laundry basket for a servant to gather and wash later. He would get the freshly clean outfit at the end of the day, after his duties were attended to, and put them away.
Speaking of, he glanced at the clock to check the time. 8:32 AM. In the back of his mind, he registered that he was late. Very late by the time he'd make it to the 1st division. But, he didn't very much care. And after the captains' meeting, he had a Kuchiki meeting to go to, then drills with his squad, training with Jyushiro, and finally paperwork. However, after that, he could maybe, possibly get to view some photographs the Women's Association had of the young Quincy from battles and such that would make it all worth it. As he was training with the white haired captain for their benefit and pictures, it had better be worth it. However, the women hadn't failed him yet and, as such, he knew the pictures would be phenomenal.
He turned to the still steaming teapot and poured himself a cup, figuring he had best get to that meeting before he completely missed it.
~^BLEACH^~
As Kenpachi walked to the 1st division with the boy in arms, he couldn't help but to press his thumbs to the boy's abdomen. He didn't know why, but it was so soothing to him to hear the boy whimper softly and wiggle against him happily. Part of him felt that he now understood why Kuchiki had been so distraught over the last nine or ten years since meeting the boy. He felt that, as a whole, he had failed at parenthood when it came to Yachiru. He thought about how, if he got separated from her, he naturally assumed she'd do just fine and be all right. However, if he did that always, one time he'd be wrong and the moment she'd need his help the most, he'd be off somewhere else. He didn't like that feeling one bit. He stopped suddenly, all of a sudden needing to see his pink haired lieutenant.
Sajin, unable to stop his shunpo suddenly, ran full on into the other captain. "Zaraki!" He yelled, highly irritated at the large man as his snout was stinging from the force of hitting his shoulder. "What'd you stop for?!" He demanded irately, worried that, by being run into, Zaraki had accidentally hurt the child.
"I'm a bad parent." Was all Kenpachi gave as a reason, upset at himself. He turned to the large wolf and said, "Please, would you take him?" He loosened one arm from the boy so as to let Sajin take him.
Sajin sighed, "No. You are not as bad a parent as you are trying to make yourself out to be." He firmly grasped Kenpachi's wrist and pushed his arm back securely around the boy and continued, "You take him. As much as I want to hold him, you need to remember you're a good parent." When Kenpachi opened his mouth to argue more, Sajin quickly cut him off, "Plus, he needs to be by the same person at this point." He gave Kenpachi a nudge to keep going, having not seen any wounds or bruises on the child the moment before.
Kenpachi nodded and kept walking. "I guess I can't argue with that logic," he commented, feeling more at ease. He heard a familiar pair of light footsteps nearby and turned, seeing said pink haired child of his. He smiled and beckoned to her, feeling even more comfortable when she hopped onto his shoulder. "Hey, Yachiro. Take these and go bug Yumichika, he could use a bit of excitement in his day," he said, handing her a bag of candy without letting her speak.
Sajin smiled as he watched the interaction between the man and his adoptive child and glanced at Unohana for confirmation that he was doing something right concerning the man.
Unohana smiled at Sajin and nodded at him approvingly, appreciating the way the large wolf was able to calm the tough warrior down. She looked toward their destination and said, "It looks like we aren't the only ones late this morning." She pointed toward a white haired captain.
The other two captains with her looked toward where she was pointing and saw Captain Toshiro walking towards the building. Kenpachi called out, "Yo! Hitsugaya-Taichou! Running a bit late, aren't we?" He received a glare from the small captain.
A voice called from behind them, "Care to wait up?" It was Shunsui. He had his arm around an unsteady Jyushiro.
Sajin smiled, "Boy, Yamamoto-Taicho is going to be so angry." He walked over to the sickly captain and picked him up, ignoring the pounding fists from said captain.
Shunsui laughed as Jyushiro gasped when he was picked up and had started to fight the large wolf. "Put him down you big fur ball. If I can't carry him, you can't," he said, stifling his laughter.
Kenpachi smiled as he watched Sajin sigh and put the 13th division captain down. He slowly loosened an arm from around the boy and showed the pink clad and white haired captains the boy. "What's your excuse?" He asked, figuring the boy was enough of an explanation for them.
Jyushiro immediately went to the boy to watch him. He slowly reached out a finger and softly caressed Uryu's cheek. He smiled as the boy leaned his head towards his finger and captured it in his mouth, softly suckling on it. He was absolutely delighted and enthralled at the slight pressure the tiny mouth was creating around his finger.
Shunsui's eyes brightened as he mimicked his friend and leaned over the large arm, looking at the peacefully sleeping child. "Shiro-chan got sick," he said, stretching out a hand to lightly touch the boy. He placed his hand on the tiny abdomen, reveling in the way it moved under his palm.
Unohana immediately looked to her most frequent patient. "Are you all right? How bad was it? What are you doing about? Why didn't you contact me?" She asked, fussing over the pale shinigami.
Shunsui laughed softly and answered her without looking at her, "He's fine. It wasn't too bad, but we called Hanatorou. He was adamant on going to the meeting which we are now extremely late for, and we figured you were busy with whatever mess Kurotsuchi probably made." He turned his head slightly as he heard a cooing noise.
Jyushiro caught Shunsui staring at him and realized he'd been making noises. He blushed heavily. As he heard Unohana scolding for his and Shunsui's rash behavior concerning his illness, he pressed his other hand to the boy's chest, feeling the strong, steady heart beating. "Shouldn't we go in?" He asked, doing anything to get Shunsui's undivided attention off of him as the man continued to stare at him.
Mayuri Kurotsuchi, who was also running extremely late due to last minute gazillionth check of the tests run on a certain Quincy boy, saw the group of captains right outside the headquarters of the 1st division. Knowing it was probably the young Uryu being the centre of attention, he walked in the middle of the group and randomly grabbed at sleeves, pulling whomever the owners of said sleeves were in with him, ignoring the sounds of indignation arising behind him.
~^BLEACH^~
Byakuya sighed as he walked to the 1st division, tea in hand. He was a good 45 minutes late, so he didn't figure that making an undignified rush to the meeting was worth getting there a few, meaning 14, more minutes late.
When he arrived, he ignored the whispers from the lieutenants outside of the meeting door and pushed in. Eight of the other nine captains turned to watch him as he made his way to his spot in line, Kenpachi turning so he couldn't see the large man's chest. The other captains, excluding Yamamoto and Kenpachi, nodded at him, excitement in their gazes.
"You're late, Captain Kuchiki," Yamamoto declared.
"Forgive me, I have no excuse," Byakuya stated coolly, taking another sip of his tea.
"You're not wearing your cloak," Yamamoto demanded, quite intrigued.
"I know," was Byakuya's response.
Yamamoto nodded in recognition, figuring that he would give himself enough punishment once he saw his soon to be son. Addressing Kenpachi, he said, "Captain Zaraki, would you please?"
Kenpachi nodded and turned to show Uryu, who was still asleep in his arms...
~^BLEACH^~
Most of the teens already had headed home, Isshin and Ryuken with them, while Tessai and the two kids had went to sleep, leaving only Rukia, Sado, Noba, and Urahara still sitting in the shop. Sado sighed irritatedly, "Isn't there anything we can do?" He mumbled again, trying to get a different answer from what everyone was giving him.
Rukia, now knowing better than to answer him, just stayed quiet and let Urahara try to explain it. "No, Sado, there is nothing we can do by now, he is gone and we have to fight our battles without him. He's gone," Urahara knew how to handle the overwhelmed giant, or so he thought.
"But there has to be!" Sado tried to reason, wanting his intelligent friend back. All of a sudden, before anyone could reply, he jumped to his feet and shouted at Urahara, "AND BESIDES! YOU SHOULD HAVE TRIED TO PROTECT HIM WHEN YOU SAW HIM BEING KIDNAPPED!" Then, in a softer voice, "Or is it that you don't care about him or any of us besides Ichigo?"
Urahara sighed, "I understand your frustration, but I do care. It's because I care so much that I didn't do anything. I can't do anything against Kenpachi on a good day, but he was determined and out for blood if anyone tried to stop him. I couldn't do anything. I'm sorry." He motioned for Sado to resit, which he did.
"I'm sorry," Sado mumbled and they left it at that.
Urahara sighed again and shook his head, pouring himself some tea. Turning towards Rukia, he asked, "Is there any way to find information on how he is?"
She shook her head, "I'm supposed to stay here and watch over Ichigo and company to help out. I can't go back. The most I could do is see if my captain will give me some information on him, but it could take days." She watched as Sado clenched his fists.
Urahara sighed. 'This was going to be a long few weeks,' he thought, as he took another sip of his drink...
~^BLEACH^~
(A/N: Yaoi starts about 4 paragraphs in)
Ryuken sighed as he collapsed on the couch, he was exhausted from the emotional turmoil of the day. He was angry and confused; he wanted answers; he wanted peace; he wanted Uryu.
Isshin sat down by Ryuken's feet and sighed, setting a hand on the distraught man's leg. "He'll be okay," he said, but even he wasn't sure about that. He didn't know what to do to help his frienemy, to do to help the man who, in the space of ten years, lost both his father and his son due to the pesky shinigami...of which race he belonged to...
Ryuken sighed again and glared at the man, wishing he would just shut up. He knew it was no good, though, and took out a cigarette. He lit it and started puffing on it, not caring if the other man would hate the action or not.
Sure enough, Isshin didn't like his fellow father of teenagers smoking and took the cigarette from the man. He put it out in an ashtray on the nearby coffee table and sighed, saying, "Those things are gonna kill you." He made sure to thoroughly grind the offending tube of tobacco out and snap it a few times, making sure the man couldn't relight it.
Ryuken shrugged and grabbed another one out of his pack. "I don't care. It's not like anyone's gonna care anyway. I could fool myself into thinking the kid would care, but he's gone now. No one would care," he said casually, not wanting the other man to feel sorry for him.
Isshin sighed and lay down across the other man, hugging him. "I'd care," he said, not too concerned with how awkward the situation may or may not be. "I'd care a lot. I want you to be happy, alive, and well. I want you to be content and...I want you to know that you'll be missed if you die, if you disappeared," Isshin said, trying to give the man hope.
Ryuken smiled slightly and looked to the man on him. "It almost sounds like you love me," he said, trying to rile Isshin up and off of him. What happened next was surprising to him, though; he felt a pair of rough lips against his own, pressing down and dominating his entire mind. Loosing a soft moan, he granted access to the inquiring tongue pressing against his lips. He felt a deep burning in his abdomen, spreading through his body and consuming him.
Isshin smiled against the softer lips of his friend, delving his tongue deeper into the willing mouth. He felt the need to consume and dominate the man spread through him, making him press harder to the pliant body below his. He ran his hands down the other doctor's sides, kneading the soft flesh roughly.
Ryuken moaned heavily, loving the sensations Isshin was giving him. He wrapped his arms around the larger man and pulled himself up to him, wanting to feel more of the warmth being given to him. He knew, in the rational part of his mind, that he should stop this, that this wasn't something that he usually ever allow. But, he didn't care. He just wanted to feel okay, to feel whole and wanted. He hooked a leg around the Kurosaki's, trying to pull the larger man closer.
Isshin moaned lowly, almost growling as he moved to nip the man's chin before pulling away. "Stop," he said as the man tried to pull him back down against him.
Ryuken glared at him and tried to press himself up to firmly rest against the man. "Why?" He whined, needing the man to make him feel whole, to feel loved.
Isshin sighed as he lowered his body down to tightly press against the man's as he wanted. "You would never allow this if you weren't so distraught over Uryu," he pointed out, groaning as hips moved against his own, a half formed erection pressing against his own. He moaned and pulled away.
Ryuken keened, writhing in frustration under his colleague, wanting him to either lay back on him and kiss him or get off and go away. He preferred the first choice happen, though.
Isshin sighed and lay back on the man, wrapping his arms under and around him, hugging him tightly to himself. He took a deep breath, breathing in the man's scent. He smelled distinctly of vanilla and medical supplies, something very familiar to himself.
Ryuken smiled slightly and pulled the man on top of him as close as he could, wanting to feel the warm comforting weight of the shinigami. He sighed as he ran a hand through dark hair, smiling contentedly.
Maybe tomorrow, things would get better.