Author's Note: I'm getting so many website errors now, I'm considering to start also posting this on AO3 or elsewhere. Nevertheless, I'll make sure this story (and my other stories) will always be available to read in case this site kicks the bucket.
Traditional sliding doors parted, white light shining through squares of paper-thin cloth within a lattice of beige wood. Rukia Kuchiki followed her Hell Buttery through the Senkaimon into Soul Society. It had been several weeks since she last stood on these tiles, between these obelisk pillars, on this central tower overlooking the Seireitei, and she was thankful it hadn't been any longer. Thankful for this early recall.
She was home.
Sunlight filtered through streaky clouds, warm and kind to her unlike the caustic daylight of the living world that had inflamed and even burned her skin on the worst days. How Humans could tolerate it was incredible. According the 12th Division, it had something to do with a substance Humans called sunscreen. Curious that it was white and creamy.
Rukia walked across the bridge connecting the Senkaimon tower to 1st Division's complex. To her left were gardens and fields and cherry blossom trees in bloom. To her right was an assembly courtyard where Shinigami usually gathered for official matters; today was execution day. Just her luck. She hated executions, but they had to be done. From this height, she could just make out their faces.
A man, Lieutenant Chojiro Sasakibe, read off a scroll while members of the Stealth Force stood with hands behind backs. A young brunette woman wore unflattering white robes that covered her from neck to ankle. Bandages wrapped her feet and hands. A white mask, like a Hollow's, hid her face. Her crime must've been grave for her beauty to be covered in her last moments. They would've deprived her of sexual release for a month as well. How cruel.
Rukia looked away, quickening her steps. As she came off the bridge, faint spiritual pressure zipped toward her from below. A Stealth Force member was Flash Stepping up the wall.
The man knelt and said, "Officer Kuchiki, Head Captain Yamamoto has requested you to report to him."
Nerves bristling, Rukia's body clammed up. This could be bad. Had she not done a good job at Karakura Town? Only one Human had died to a Hollow. Ichigo Kurosaki, that orange-haired teenager with an impressive level of spirit energy and control over it. He had looked strikingly similar to Kaien. Could it have been his reincarnated spirit?
Possible.
Very unlikely.
Ichigo should be in the Rukongai by now. It took a few days for souls to pass through, sometimes longer. Was he already at the Seireitei? Well, it depended on the luck of the draw.
"Did you hear me, Officer?" the Stealth Force man asked.
"Understood," Rukia said softly.
The man didn't move. His eyes flicked up to her nervously.
"Is there more?" she asked.
"Well…" He reached into his robes, took out a roll of glossy paper and an ink pen. "I was wondering if you can spare a moment to sign this. I'm a big fan."
She was almost taken off guard. She was almost blushing, strutting to him. "Of course I can."
The poster was a photo of Rukia bound in chains, her wrists tied together above her head, her ankles pulled apart. Her expression was frightened, and pleading, beaten into submission. Her tattered Shihakusho was ripped in all the right places. Her unsheathed Zanpakuto and torn panties lay on the floor, and white liquid dripped from her pussy. It wasn't real cum; it didn't pick up well on camera and tended to dry too quickly for extended photo shoots at the Women's Association. But scratches on her arms and legs and belly were real, blood drops mixing with fake cum.
She drew a fancy version of her signature right above her pussy—along with a cute little Chappy face.
"Thank you, Officer Kuchiki."
"You're welcome. It's always nice meeting a fan."
The man rolled up the poster as if it were worth a million Kan, which it definitely wasn't. Her photos were neither popular nor printed in extra-large high definition. Not a lot of men fancied her skinny, short body and violent tastes; as such, her following was small and very niche, nothing comparable to Rangiku's rabid fans that hounded her constantly. This was one positive of being less popular.
The man was still kneeling before her. He was looking up her skirt, his hazel eyes dilated to the brim.
"Want to try me?" Rukia asked, placing a hand on her Sode no Shirayuki's hilt, forcing icy spiritual pressure down on the man.
He sharply inhaled. Ice encroached on his fingers. "I don't, Officer."
"Then get out of my sight." She reigned in her ice and turned on her heel. And with her back turned, her core tightened in anticipation that he would draw his blade or invoke a Bakudo.
But he didn't, instead retreating with clumsy Flash Steps down the wall.
It was sadly ironic. The more powerful she grew over the years, the less daring men became, and she would have to resort to normal boring encounters or masturbation to satiate her lust. She had recently transferred to the 11th, since rumor had it that Kenpachi liked to be brutal with women, but it turned out that he too preferred Rangiku's body type. He rarely touched Rukia. Or looked at her for that matter. He, a captain of the thirteen court guard squads, was too busy crossing swords with squad members every day.
A Hell Butterfly flew to her, landed on her finger.
Nanao Ise's voice blared in Rukia's head: Where are you?! The captains have been waiting! Come here now!
Rukia's body heated up in worry and embarrassment. She began Flash Stepping, wondering why she, a third-seat, had been summoned to a captain meeting. Highly unusual.
In twenty seconds flat, she was standing in front of the meeting hall. Pavings and walls were white marble. The hall's roof was majestically arched, talismans hanging off the points and gradually swinging back and forth in windless air. Down a hallway, around a corner, Nanao and Captain Kyoraku were waiting.
"There you are," Nanao said, annoyed.
"Apologies," Rukia said, "I wasn't aware I was summoned to a captain meeting."
"That's alright," Kyoraku said and brazenly patted Rukia's bottom as if he owned her despite never pleasing her in any real capacity. His pink kimono smelled of mint. His expression was lackadaisical, as usual, but his eyes gave away an underlying severity. Something bad had happened. "Don't worry, you're not in a lot of trouble. Let's go in. Nanao, wait outside."
Therefore, Rukia was in trouble. But why?
"Yes, Captain," Nanao said.
Rukia's jaw clenched as she saw the captains. Thirteen white coats. Thirteen divisions of the Gotei.
They stood in two lines, facing each other, with the head captain standing at the end, facing her. Every captain was here. Faces were calm and unreadable, her brother Byakuya looking bored. Even when tightly suppressed, the combined spiritual pressure in this room gripped Rukia like a low-level Bakudo. It was mostly Kenpachi's; his control was poor, and right now he was irritated, though he tried to not let it show.
Rukia caught Toshiro Hitsugaya sneaking a glance at her body. Their eyes met. He blushed. His eyes flicked away. Looks like someone was finally becoming a man. Adorable. Being so uptight all the time, she could see him lunge at her in violent sexual frustration. That, or he was just shy and inexperienced, unable to handle his own urges in a hot young Shinigami girl's presence.
"Rukia Kuchiki," Yamamoto said, "you have been summoned to this captain meeting to discuss an incident which has resulted from your actions. What I am about to tell you is not to be shared. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Head Captain." She kept her face stoic, ready for reprimand.
"Very well," Yamamoto continued, "the promising soul you identified as Ichigo Kurosaki arrived in North Rukongai 73 earlier today. In his arrogance, he fought a group of Hollows; this resulted in the death of Saiki Kirinji, a talented young Shinigami from Squad 4. Whether Ichigo Kurosaki will be punished will depend on his cooperation with the Gotei 13. You are to personally ensure his cooperation, Rukia Kuchiki. Do you fully understand what I am telling you?"
Undeniably, it was Rukia who had identified Ichigo as a promising soul. She alone had built up his ego. And ego without strength in the outer Rukongai districts could only result in inevitable casualties. "I do, Head Captain."
Byakuya spoke: "Although it is true that his arrogance can be partly attributed due to your actions, it not the reason why you have been chosen for this task, Rukia. One of my officers has reported that the boy seems to hold an attachment to you. He believes he is indebted to you for rescuing him and his family in the living world. Use this to your advantage."
This only meant Ichigo was the sappy, emotional type. How wonderful. Rukia stopped herself from rolling eyes. "Did he specifically ask for me?"
"He did," Byakuya said. "He wants you to be his first." A hint of a smirk emerged through his prideful mask.
Oh, this was going to be fun. Or annoying. Either way, Rukia would enjoy beating the boy into proper shape.
"Pardon me," Captain Kurotsuchi said, his appearance weird as always, "but you should know of the current danger in North Rukongai 73. There—"
"This is speculation," Captain Ichimaru said. "We can't be sure there is any real danger."
Kurotsuchi blasted a glare across the room. "Whether it is speculation is irrelevant, Captain Ichimaru."
"I must disagree," Ichimaru said, "you're scaring poor Rukia for no good reason."
Yamamoto thumped his staff on the floorboards. For a fraction of a second, his blazing spiritual pressure cut through Rukia—a red-hot knife through ice. "Captain Kurotsuchi, you may share your report."
"Thank you, Head Captain." Kurotsuchi's grin was manic. "Moments prior to the mentioned Hollow attack, two weak pulses of Quincy spiritual pressure, identified to be milligrams of Hollow bait, went off near Kurosaki's location. Subsequently, a surge of spiritual pressure eliminated the Hollows as well as overloading our sensors; we've yet to determine its type, but we believe it was from Kurosaki. He is fortunate that his latent potential emerged from the depths of his soul, even if only for a brief moment."
"Thank you, Captain Kurotsuchi," Yamamoto said.
"As I said." Ichimaru was sneering. But he was always sneering. "Speculation."
The implication was obvious to Rukia. Quincy spirits were trying to get Ichigo killed, covertly. And they had failed to remain covert at that. The 12th Division had pulled through yet again—as expected of them. Otherwise, a man like Kurotsuchi would've been executed, or at minimum confined to a cell, decades ago. He was a man with infinitely greater interest in strange science than sexy women. A man who couldn't be fully controlled. Since joining the Gotei, Rukia had been taught such men were threats to Soul Society.
Hitsugaya was frowning. "Why would they target Ichigo? Is his potential really that great? And how would they even know? None of this makes sense."
A Hell Butterfly flew to Captain Soifon. She relayed the message: "My forces report no other traces of Quincy activity. They've scoured the entire area and surrounding vicinity."
"May I suggest," Captain Aizen amiably said, "that, since it's possible that your sensors were overloaded, it's also possible that they malfunctioned, that there was no Hollow bait in the first place."
"It is possible" Kurotsuchi said, "but the probability is extraordinarily low."
"But not zero," Ichimaru said.
Yamamoto spoke with certainty: "The singular fact remains, Ichigo Kurosaki is a soul of dangerous potential. Rukia Kuchiki, you are to kill him if you deem him to be a threat. Are these orders clear?"
Rukia stood straighter. "Yes, Head Captain."
"Good." Taking out a small velvet box from his robes, Yamamoto motioned for her to approach.
She Flashed Stepped to him, held out a palm, accepted a…
For the first time in years—in decades—a fiery blush tested her composure. In the box snugly sat a crimson sphere the size of a cherry fruit. She didn't need to read the label to know what it was. "A virginity pill?" she blurted.
Behind her, multiple spiritual pressure signatures fluctuated for a heartbeat. Cold air from Hitsugaya swirled around the room.
"Is this some kind of joke? Is this pill fake?" Rukia demanded, her heart stuttering with each word.
"It is not," Yamamoto said.
Kurotsuchi held up a finger. "That pill will not only restore your physical virginity but also permanently erase all your memories of past sexual experie—"
"I know what it does," Rukia snapped.
Now she couldn't deny what this meant. There was only one place in all of Soul Society where this pill could've originated—the royal palace. They were watching. Watching Ichigo. Dangerous potential was an understatement. Ichigo could very well be a future captain of the Gotei 13 in the coming centuries, and they were willing to make Rukia eat this abomination of an invention to ensure it.
"You don't have to swallow it now," Byakuya said. Of course he would say that. "Only if needed to guarantee the success of your mission."
That was true, and Ichigo might not even want a virgin let alone a fake virgin.
Rukia stuffed the box into a pocket and flattened her skirt. She cleared her throat, tried to speak in an officer's voice, "I doubt it will be necessary, but I will eat it if I have to."
Yamamoto nodded.
She couldn't look at any of the captains in the eye. This meeting was now an utter farce. Were they all this ridiculous?
And little Toshiro Hitsugaya's face was flush red. He was staring at Rukia's waist.
She couldn't stop herself. He shoved then kicked him. "You want a virgin, eh?! Then go find yourself a real one! You're a fucking captain!"
Little Toshiro started tripping on his words incoherently.
Several captains chuckled.
Yamamoto declared, "Rukia Kuchiki, Captains of the Gotei 13, you are dismissed from this meeting."
Rukia took the opportunity to get out with her fastest Flash Steps. Corridors blurred around her, the ceiling turning into a reddening sky over a series of courtyards. She passed blood splatters where that brunette woman had been executed. Come to think of it, execution may not be the penalty for throwing away this stupid pill. It was worth the risk. But on the other hand, a traitorous part of herself was eager for Ichigo to shove the pill down her throat.
Responses to reviews so far
-World building on noble houses will be expanded somewhat.
-How souls reproduce will be mentioned in future dialogue.
-In canon, I'm 99% sure someone with weak spiritual pressure can still injure someone stronger with great effort.
-The truth behind female Shinigami will be revealed, but there are already clear hints.
-For Spirit Class rankings, remember the recruitment pamphlet was written by someone in this story and may be inaccurate.
-How Kenji got the Asauchi will be revealed.
-I may have taken creative liberties with Ichigo's Zanpakuto; he has a release command for starters.
-And I do like cliffhangers, just like how the manga and anime is, though this story won't be hard cliffhangers for every chapter.