Contrary to popular human belief, night is not the most dangerous time to be wandering. Night is not when most vampires come out–well, they don't roam the streets and shadows. The most dangerous time is when the sun's rays are blocked by thick clouds of storms and a dreary overcast.
Things are expected to happen in the dark, in the dead of night. That makes it riskier to hunt and feast, or to even get business done hidden behind the eyes of the Central 46. During the day, though... well everything, everything gets a little easier to achieve, and less likely to be conspicuous.
Besides, it's quite hilarious to watch those little hunters run around like headless chickens as they try and track "criminal" vampires during the lunch and evening rushes. They don't even try to be inconspicuous like the Central 46 orders them to be. Giving the hunters uniforms was a horrible idea really.
Which brings about this current situation, the oddest little thing!
"...can't really understand it, but what the fuck do I know? I'm just one of the only ones that ever gets any shit done," A young human woman, quite the beautiful little thing, speaks quietly with an eye roll. The vampire sitting across from her just sighs with a sympathetic smile before she watches three more vampire hunters sprint past them.
Quicksilver eyes watch from beneath the modified black wagasa, just across the street, as they stay pinpointed on the human vampire hunter. No umbrella was used to block the light drizzle that had started only minutes ago, making long and wavy sunset orange hair curl up in coils. The water brought out a slight shine to peach skin, bringing out the shock of freckles spread across her cheeks. Tired eyes that still glowed like liquid gold watched her fellow vampire hunters run back the way they came.
The black uniform she wore brought out the two contrasting colors of her hair and eyes, making her the least inconspicuous hunter to ever exist... yet she remained unnoticed and ignored by the few other vampires scattered around the outdoor seating. Black boots with a slight platform, black pantyhose, black belt... black flared skirt... black turtleneck... black suit jacket... even black nails. The only thing that wasn't black was the silver jewelry that is more than likely soaked with vervain wrapped around her neck and wrists as a choker and cuffs.
She was like the most beautiful porcelain doll. More beautiful than most humans–even more beautiful than some vampires that pride themselves on their looks and seduction.
"Urahara-sama," A deep voice from across Urahara Kisuke subtly snaps her back into reality. She doesn't move her eyes from her gazing, nor does she remove the smirk from her red lips.
"I'm still listening. You're just not that great to look at, sweetheart!" Kisuke speaks smoothly as she crosses her legs, revealing black geta sandals. The red and black floral printed kimono shifts drastically from the movement, almost sliding completely off pale shoulders.
Red painted talons lightly scratch at the side of a simple white fan while Kisuke continues to lightly fan herself. "Do continue... you only have three more minutes before I call this meeting to a close after all."
"O-of course, Urahara-sama!" Some vampire that had recently come under Kisuke's wing gives a bow of his head before continuing his talk. It was just some boring drab of something or other, but he was becoming quite useful and it intrigued the clan leader.
Kisuke continues to watch the porcelain doll from afar, watching her defy the very laws and rules of her organization by publicly hanging out with a vampire. This was quite interesting... and thank goodness it was, because Kisuke was getting bored and everyone knows what happens when the vampire leader gets bored.
"What's even going on right now? They kept running back and forth," Kuchiki Rukia asks Ichigo, making the human woman roll her eyes with a snort.
"They didn't expect the overcast, apparently. There's a spike happening because of it," Ichigo answers with a shrug as she looks both ways for her and her best friend before they cross the street. Unearthly violet eyes stare at her with incredulity before she laughs.
"Incompetent fools. I can see why you aren't bothering with it," Rukia scoffs at the mockery modern vampire hunters make of their predecessors.
Ichigo hums in agreement with a nod, idly glancing around as they turn left after crossing the street. Someone was watching her. Not that she really minded. She was only working as backup if it's called. She's only allowed to hunt at night, not that she ever gets paid for it.
The consequences of being from a vampire sympathising family and somewhat secretly being one of those very sympathisers. Ichigo laughs at their faces whenever they can't do anything to her. She's one of their best vampire hunters, and as long as she hunts the–actual–criminal vampires, she can get away with her opinions and beliefs. As long as they aren't constantly spoken aloud.
"...you're quiet, and distracted," Rukia states after a few moments of silence. Ichigo blinks back into reality and glances down at the vampire.
She stares into unearthly eyes for a moment before sighing. "Nothing you need to worry about. I'm going to be dealing with it later today."
"Alright." Rukia nods her head, never having a reason to not believe Ichigo. "Karin has been scouted, yes? How is she–"
As they turn the corner, Ichigo suddenly runs into someone. She grunts in surprise and stumbles back. Her heel gets caught in a crack and makes her hiss out a curse as she starts to fall.
Pale hands quickly reach out and wrap around her wrist while the other grabs Ichigo's waist, keeping her from falling. Ichigo snaps her head back with wide eyes as a sudden strength pulls her into red clothed arms.
"My, my! I do apologize, doll! I didn't see you there," A silvery voice sighed, making Ichigo focus immediately on them.
A woman, surprisingly taller than Ichigo, in her mid-twenties held her up. Her heart shaped face was framed by long pale blonde hair. It fell down to her upper back in gentle waves, a portion of her hair tied up in half pigtails with red ribbons, and bangs fell between glittering quicksilver eyes. Blood painted lips were stretched in a beautiful smile to reveal white teeth.
She wore a beautiful crimson red, floral printed kimono, only it was loosely tied by a black obi. It fell completely off her shoulders and both of her long pale legs could be seen. She towered over Ichigo with the black geta sandals she wore, but Ichigo could clearly tell that the woman was still taller than her without them.
Ichigo feels an involuntary flush rise from her chest and up her neck. She swallows back her sudden stupor and shakes her head, quickly regaining her footing.
"No, no... it was my fault. I'm sorry," Ichigo speaks sincerely with a small smile. She casually steps back, letting the woman release her. She barely glanced at the long nails painted blood red before the woman laughed brightly.
"My, you're quite cute in your sincerity, doll! Though, I can see that you won't accept an apology from me... I forgive you..." The woman trails off smoothly from her compliment.
Ichigo's face is the next thing to turn bright red. "I-Ichigo."
Rukia horribly stifles her laugh, making Ichigo roughly elbow her. The woman laughs again, bringing up her hand to lightly cover her smile.
"No last name, doll?" A curious gleam appears in quicksilver eyes before she holds out her hand. "Oh well... my name is Kisuke. It's a pleasure, doll."
"My last name tends to bring a... bad crowd, so I prefer not to tell strangers. Nice to meet you, Kisuke-san," Ichigo says with a smile, carefully making sure her cuff bracelet doesn't touch the woman's skin as she shakes her hand.
"Oh, but we know each other's names now! I don't think that makes us strangers anymore, doll~" Kisuke attempts to dig up the somewhat secret, bending down just the slightest amount to peer into gold eyes.
Ichigo raises an eyebrow before a chuckle leaves her mouth with a shake of her head. "Mm–sorry, Kisuke-san... but you'll have to do a little bit more than introduce yourself to be anything past a stranger."
She releases Kisuke's hand and steps around her, Rukia silently following her, clearly amused by the interaction. Kisuke her feet planted even as she turns to watch Ichigo leave.
"It really was nice meeting you, Kisuke-san. Maybe I'll see you around." The young woman waves goodbye without looking back.
A small flare of regret curls around her heart, but she ignores it. Maybe if she wasn't so busy, she might have stayed to chat. But, Ichigo's already pushing how much free time she has today by just hanging out with Rukia.
"Ichigo... you really are quite the doll..." Kisuke hums under her breath, unheard and unnoticed. Blood red starts to surround quicksilver irises and veins turn black beneath long eyelashes as Kisuke grins with fanged teeth.
Such a beautiful porcelain doll... maybe the start of a collection, or better yet... a beautiful trophy that no one else will ever have... Watching from afar didn't do her beauty justice. Truly, Ichigo is the most beautiful thing Kisuke has ever seen in the, roughly, 2,250 years she's been undead.
Ichigo wanders the halls of the Hunting Association Headquarters, hands stuffed into the pockets of her suit jacket. Not a sound was made as she continued her way past crowded rooms, bustling with noise. She mentally sings a tune, turning a corner and reaching complete silence around her.
She ignores it and doesn't even pause her measured steps. Everyone avoided going down this hall unless they desperately needed her, or they were ordered to give the clown new information or his orders. While her "office" was at the end of this hall, the only way to enter Kurotsuchi Mayuri's territory was by the abandoned and mostly blocked off stairwell across from her "office".
Ichigo stops in the middle of the hall. She closes her eyes with a heavy sigh, already exhausted by the conversation before it even begins.
"What do you want?" Her voice echoes throughout the entire hall, slicing through the silence. No one and nothing answers, making Ichigo sigh again. She rolls her eyes this time and takes out her hands from her pockets.
"Knowing you, you were listening in on all that was happening today. So, you know that no one, and I mean absolutely no one called in for backup. We both know your paranoid ass would be more suspicious of me if I just did nothing," Ichigo continues despite the dead silence. She finally turns around and doesn't even flinch when she faces someone standing barely a few inches behind her.
"You were talking... with those vermin... those monsters..." Ichigo rolls her eyes at the cliche statement.
She places a hand on her hip before pointing a glare towards this little girl thinking she's someone high and mighty. "My vampire friend was telling me important information that her vampire brother needed to report. About talk of the actual vermin planning a whole event in a few weeks time that might involve child casualties."
"Mutsumi-sama had already told me... but why did you have to speak with it?" Asahara Satoko sneers, something other than absolute stony blankness appearing as her expression.
"It was her brother. How else would I find out about the damn information?" Ichigo turns back around and starts marching through the empty hall once again. Satoko doesn't follow her, thankfully.
Gods, how much she hated dealing with that girl! She's fortunate enough that the hatred went both ways.
Ichigo sighs heavily as she walks towards her "office". She grabs the old doorknob and opens the door, not surprised that her lock was broken. Again.
"Damn assholes making a mess!" Ichigo hisses when she enters an "office" turned completely upside down.
The desk was overturned, the chairs were all broken, and all of her books were scattered across the floor with all of the paperwork the other hunters always push on her. She's more angry about the fact that her shit was completely messed up than the fact that the hunters initiated another search. Honestly, it's routine now for a search to take place practically twice a week.
Ichigo slams the door closed behind her and massages her temples. She sighs heavily and tilts her head back to stare at the ceiling. She just wants to take a refreshing nap before she goes back to dealing with this shit show of a day.
"My, you're quite cute in your sincerity, doll!" A small flush starts to rise from her chest, reaching her collarbones at the memory. It wasn't all that bad, at least...
The vampire she ran into was probably one of the most beautiful beings Ichigo's ever seen. The most beautiful, actually, excluding her late mother. She must be a pretty powerful and old vampire then.
Ichigo sighs quietly again before she lowers her head, lifting a hand towards her suit jacket. She digs through the inner breast pocket and takes out a small stack of papers folded as tightly as possible.
She doesn't bother to unfold it while she takes out a cigarette and a lighter. Placing the cigarette between her lips, Ichigo uses her free fingers to flick open the lighter, holding it towards the folded papers. They burst into flames without fanfare, only Ichigo leaning forward to light her cigarette before she drops the papers when they start to burn her fingertips.
"You better do something soon, you assholes. Destroying this information every single time is getting fucking tedious." Ichigo takes the cigarette from her mouth to blow out smoke. She watches the papers burn on the tile floor, destroying the listed locations of all known vampire territories in Japan.
She chuckles quietly and steps on the flame, snuffing it out. Honestly, the Hunting Association really needs to document this information immediately. Foolish idiots.
A cheerful whistle echoes throughout the dead streets of Seireitei City, every other note change followed by a loud clack of wood hitting cement. Kisuke twirls her modified wagasa on her shoulder, unearthly silver eyes faintly glowing as she passes underneath each streetlight.
One streetlight flickers suddenly as she passes under it. Kisuke stops whistling and pauses her steps, freezing like a statue. She stares ahead, unbothered by the flickering light above her before a smile splits across her face.
"Hm... I didn't expect a little stray pet to sneak up on me in such an unpolished way," Kisuke states in lieu of a greeting. She slowly turns around as the streetlight flickers out. Her quicksilver eyes glow brightly, immediately pinpointing on glittering lavender eyes.
"Ho~? Unpolished? If I didn't know any better, I succeeded quite well," A male voice speaks up before the streetlight flickers back to life.
Kisuke's fangs gleam in the light as veins start to appear below her eyes. "Oh, did you honestly think I didn't hear you when I left my favorite club? I'm betting you came here with no orders from your master, hm? Trying to get in his good graces?"
"You've been a thorn in his side for centuries. I'm just doing Aizen-sama a favor," The feminine man states, slowly upturning his palms while lifting his arms.
"Aizen Sōsuke must really have no use for you if he's just allowing you to walk to your death in such a public display. And he's been a thorn, as you put it, in my side for over a millennium." Kisuke lowers her wagasa and closes it.
She continues to smile widely at the dhampir in front of her, eyes turning blood red. Her smile gets even wider when the man in front of her takes a small step back.
"I–I am one of Aizen-sama's highest ranking! Aizen-sama knows how important I am to him! I–" Talons suddenly grip at the dhampir's soft jaw, the tips drawing blood with barely any pressure. Lavender eyes stare in uncomprehending terror as quicksilver eyes surrounded by red watches with the gaze of an apex predator.
"Oh, it's absolutely delicious to see such a pet manipulated so beautifully~!" Kisuke sighs softly, leaning forward until her blood painted lips were brushing against the man's pale ones. "I may not like Aizen Sōsuke, but he's the only one who's ever been able to keep me entertained for so long... even if our games get redundant from time to time. I must say... he must be getting just as bored as me if he's sending his little pets to their death for no real reason."
"You–" The man cuts himself off with a choked cry when the talons suddenly tear through his face and grip at his jawbone.
CRA-AACK~
The dhampir releases a piercing scream as his jaw is completely ripped from his head. He reaches his hands up, collapsing in a heap at Kisuke's feet. Kisuke holds the jawbone, covered in muscle, veins, and skin, between tense talons, glaring down at the wailing heap with cold eyes.
"Which makes it all the more offensive that he's sending pets like you in futile and laughable attempts to kill me. Insulting me like this!" Kisuke lets her grip go limp, the jawbone falling out of her bloody hand with a wet clatter. She lifts one of her feet up and presses her geta sandals against the dhampir's dick and balls.
One of his hands instinctively reaches down to try and slap away the foot, but Kisuke doesn't budge. She just presses harder, eyes growing even colder.
"I hope this was all worth it for you. Dying brutally for Aizen Sōsuke is an honorable way to go. That's what he sweetly says to you all, yes?" Kisuke hums, head tilted innocently as if she wasn't putting enough pressure to completely squish this dhampir's dick and balls like grapes.
Kisuke smiles with another hum, suddenly lifting her foot. She kicks it forward and digs the upper tooth of her geta sandal into the exposed throat of the dhampir. She quickly forces him back, using the momentum to completely step through the neck.
She lifts her wagasa and grabs the modified handle to appear like an old cane handle. She barely twists before she slowly unsheathes the hidden blade.
Lavender eyes widen in sheer panic and terror, immediately smelling the vervain coming from the blade. Eight white tentacles suddenly sprout from his back, tearing through cement to strike at the vampire above him. Kisuke ignores how they wrap around her and attempts to throw her away, not even budging while she completely unsheathes her blade.
"You're exceptionally lucky... I'm quite busy tonight, so I'll have to make this death quick," Kisuke comments, clearly amused by the dhampir's immense struggle to escape. The tentacles were now attempting to squeeze and tear off Kisuke's limbs from her body. It was unsurprisingly unsuccessful.
She lifts her blade right above the dhampir's heart, giggling quietly. This was incredibly annoying to deal with, but it won't stop her amazing mood. At least she's able to kill this boy for his irritating arrogance.
The tip of the blade pierces right through the dhampir's chest and heart, even sliding into the cement below. Kisuke takes out the blade and flicks the blood off without pause, sheathing the blade. She stares down at the still corpse of the little arrogant pet before stepping away.
"Urahara-sama," A voice speaks from behind, reverent and just a little bit fearful. Well, she can't really blame her subordinates. It's been centuries since she's ever killed with her own hands and most of those that have witnessed before are all dead.
Kisuke hums in acknowledgement as she opens her wagasa and rests it on her shoulder. "What is it?"
"Hirako-dono requests your attendance... something has come up." Kisuke turns around at the statement and stares down at the kneeling form of Hirako Shinji's subordinate. Blood from ripping out the jawbone was splattered across her face and kimono, bringing out the paleness of her skin beneath the streetlight.
"Is this "something" more important than my scheduled meeting with Yoruichi?" The pale blonde questions in a deceptively inquisitive tone. She knows it is, no matter how displeasing it is. She'd rather deal with the dhampir allied with her when she's in a more sociable mood.
"...y-yes." Kisuke hums at the answer, even more displeased. The vampire tenses and trembles at the hum, physically showing how much she realized she made a mistake.
"I-I don't know! I–H-Hirako-dono... Hirako-dono only sent me to relay his request to–to you... I apologize–"
"Then make sure it doesn't happen again. Answering for your masters is the first step into getting killed by them," Kisuke interrupts not unkindly before she starts to walk past. "Now leave. I'm sure Shinji has you doing some of his needless tasks."
"Y-yes, Urahara-sama!" The vampire vanished as quickly as she had appeared. Kisuke starts to twirl her wagasa, her geta sandals hitting the cement with loud clacks.
"I really wanted to get started on some new research... Shinji, you always know when to ruin my fun!" Kisuke pouts at the thought before sighing. Hacking into the Hunter Association to look for any information about her beautiful doll will have to wait for another day.
She begins to whistle once more, a slower tune this time. She might be partially wrong this time. Aizen Sōsuke must be planning for something big instead of just being bored. His little pet must have been a distraction–or a message.
Good. He knows better than anyone else that insulting Kisuke is asking for a fate worse than death. A fate that she is fully capable of initiating for anyone, Aizen Sōsuke included.
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Hey! Hope you all will enjoy the new story!
Honestly, with the help of my wonderful friend, valxii, this idea came to be because it was already too late to make my UraIchi yandere romance into a threesome with Aizen, so it was decided to add it to this idea I've already had for a while.
I hope you all enjoy the first chapter! Bye.
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