Ripples in a white fabric travelled across its body of parallel-stitched threads. Each thread line reflected the light of a crimson morning sun in a spectrum of hues, and when a ripple passed, light filtering through gaps in the weave briefly changed color from red to purple. Ichigo was considering to throw away this damned coat, which he now knew to be a symbol of Gotei 13 power. The supreme and opulent Captain's Coat. Rukia was a very naughty girl for bringing him this.
Rukia. She was calm, practically apathetic, while listening to a Hell Butterfly deliver a message to her ears, as his eyes had foretold. She glanced at him, asking, "Did you see anything?"
Now, in almost every timeline, Yuzu was up to dubious eleven-year-old shenanigans, carefree, as though she had entirely forgotten about her family. Ichigo made note to speak with that scrawny boy who was following her around and touching her. One more wrong move and he would get a pummeling. Holding her hand was strike one. Feeling her lower belly close to her Shihakusho skirt was strike two. For her to be wearing a Shihakusho at all was a thousand strikes, a thousand lashings for that boy. A protective impulse smoldered in Ichigo, but so did envy for that boy.
Ichigo rolled his jawbone, blotted out the images before any clothes were taken off. His headache was a constant vice grip. He wiped a blood drop off his cheek. "Something's changed, no more timelines where Yuzu's executed."
"That's good," Rukia said brightly. "It means she's decided to become a Shinigami."
Tendons strained in his neck. "So you execute girls who don't want to become Shinigami? That's the most disgusting thing I've ever—"
"You're one to talk." Rukia shot him a dirty look. "You're not far off. Demanding to see my panties. Groping my butt. Having me suck your penis."
That's right. She had sucked him off, taken a face full of his cum. It felt like years had passed.
He needed more.
She kept talking: "Did you forget I'm someone's little sister? My brother-in-law is very protective of me, though he may not show it. And for all you know how I truly feel, I may not even want to be here with you."
He waved away her blabbering. "You're free to leave." Saying that bothered him more than he had expected. He didn't want to look into the future.
It didn't take a genius to see through his empty words. She was caustically smug. In her cutesy sarcastic voice, she said, "I might end up reprimanded or even executed if I go against orders. You don't want that, do you, my Number One Protector?"
"Then stay." His eyes rolled. With eight pupils, that had to look bizarre.
Her sigh was melodramatic. "I guess I have to keep putting up with your urges. Please don't kill me, I'll do what you want."
Time to change the subject: "What did Rangiku say just then?"
Like a coin flipping, her expression flattened. "Another announcement from Squad 1, not Rangiku. Ex-Captain Isshin Shiba has now been formally charged with multiple crimes. He's awaiting trial. Central 46 will see him in three to five working days; they've been slow as of late."
"What are his crimes?"
"She didn't say."
"What about Yuzu and Karin? How did they die?" Die. The fact that they were here wrenched his insides.
"I don't know, they're not answering."
Ichigo peeled back Rukia's hood, gazed into her eyes. "Did they kill them?"
"Don't know, but I don't think so."
"What are they doing to Karin in the lab?"
A blip of annoyance twitched her nose. "Do you really expect them to tell me anything?"
"No," he exhaled.
"Then stop asking," Rukia said with exasperation. "I've already told you all I know about your father. Apologies for not recognizing him that night."
Isshin Kurosaki had been living a double life. Ichigo was beginning to question if he and his sisters had ever known the real Isshin. A Shinigami Captain. Hiding out in the living world. With presumably a fake Human body. Had the family life all been a phony facade? A Potemkin clinic. To get away from some twisted Soul Society laws. Though at the end of the day, it didn't matter. Isshin Kurosaki Shiba was still Ichigo's father, and that would never change.
"I just don't know what to do," Ichigo said, "should I try to rescue them? Would you help me?"
At these words, his eyes brought him agonizing glimpses. Violence. Destruction. Sorrow. A black sword ran through a man's chest. Razor ice tore into a courtyard littered with rubble and corpses. That old Head Captain stared at Ichigo with soulless eyes, pointing with a charred smoking blade. Rukia's decapitated head was burning on the ground, turning to ash.
Enough.
No more.
He couldn't take another glimpse of this terrible future. This Shikai ability was a goddamn curse. Blood dripped off his chin as he willed it to stop, his eight pupils merging into two, preventing any more visions, wanted or not.
Still, her burned headless body wouldn't leave his mind's eye. He hugged her, took in her sweet scent. His shaking fingers checked for a pulse. Alive. Safe with him. He focused on breathing. In and out. "You're staying right here, with me. Understand?"
She understood very well: "I told you I can be held against you." Her tone was admonishing. "So stay calm and wait for the trial. This will all be resolved peacefully. Central 46 elders are fair and wise, and your father is of noble blood. Truthfully, I don't think this is being done to control you. Trust me."
Neck joints gnashed and creaked when he nodded. "Calm me, please."
"What?"
"Your power. With the Hell Butterflies."
"Oh." She undid her cloak's knotted button, let it fall to her ankles.
A Hell Butterfly flew by his eyes. A few went up and down his body in helixes. His muscles relaxed. Rukia's spiritual pressure was both cold and warm, her heat boiling away all his worries over his family, all his anger at the Gotei 13, all the nightmarish things he had seen, until all that remained was base teenage need for her luscious petite body. He rubbed the small of her back, held her face against his thumping heart. He didn't know what he was doing, only that he needed the physical contact.
"Do you feel better?" she said into his chest.
He tested his luck: "Not quite. Want to get naked?"
"Maybe after breakfast." She pushed away. "Unless you want to try me now. You're still in Shikai."
Insanity. Utter insanity.
"You'd end up with broken bones."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, don't try it. I mean it." He stepped back. Onto air. Spiritual pressure held him up.
"Then let's go have breakfast, I haven't eaten in days." She grabbed her backpack, stuffed her cloak inside. "We're heading back to the town. Seal your Zanpakuto before you kill people."
No accidents.
He shut his eyes, focused on the forest below. In this heavenly state, his spiritual sense was far, far superior. A mile downhill, pinpoint spots of energy swam in a lake, in the frothing bubbles under a waterfall. He envied those fish, for they were free from all this nonsense. Within seconds, the fish blurred. His implosion of spirit energy was much less dramatic than yesterday's first sealing. He'd practiced releasing and sealing at Rukia's advice, and she'd stood there watching while his spiritual pressure had come close to crushing her a dozen times. All for him.
The first sign of civilization was a tree stump.
Lumberjacks were rolling logs down a gentle slope. Muted gloom shrouded their faces. These men of the Rukongai merely felt a breeze while Ichigo and Rukia ran along treetops in Flash Steps. They passed a sawmill on the riverbank, followed a well-trodden path, and Rukia first landed by three guards at the outer palisade gate. To Ichigo's surprise, they had elevated spiritual pressure, over twice that of the lumberjacks.
They hadn't been here before.
After a polite second, heads turned. Astonishment bowed their heads. They waited to be addressed.
Right. The Captain's Coat. And Rukia's Lieutenant Badge. Useful if nothing else.
In an unfitting politician's voice, Rukia said, "I take it you've received word that lawless tribes may be advancing on this position, correct?"
"Yes," the youngest-looking guard, a lanky woman, said. "We're preparing for battle."
Another confirmation. Ichigo's eyes had also foretold this. Within one week this town may be raided.
"That won't be necessary," Rukia said, "have all reserve enlistments return to regular duty, by the order of Rukia Kuchiki."
Three nods.
The young woman glanced at Ichigo before running off, leaving the other two at the gate. By all means, they were relieved that a Shinigami Captain was here to aid them. But it was their disbelief that Ichigo had to ponder. They doubted that the Gotei 13 would send help, even though at this very moment there were several Captains doing nothing at the Seireitei. Paperwork. Was it incompetence? Or did the Gotei not value all these lives?
It didn't matter. Help was here.
Strolling into town, enjoying a mild breeze, Ichigo exchanged glances with passing souls. A pair of younger girls cut him with side-eyed looks before hurrying off. All the men and boys, as expected, were glancing at Rukia, their eyes hungry, and Rukia acted all innocent and oblivious. No cloak. On purpose. Ichigo had known this day would come… but not this soon. He still hadn't rightfully fucked her yet. Holding in spiritual pressure, he walked an inch closer to her, then another. No one dared to approach, however, thanks again to this white coat.
That stripper bar passed by. A few inside were enjoying saucers of Sake. No Haruka.
"Want a drink?" Rukia asked.
"No, let's get some bread." His voice was gruff.
And she knew why. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"Alright then." She licked her lips, then huffed. "Let's find Haruka. Will you mind her company?"
Ample breasts bounced into his mind. He tried to shrug. "Sure, why not."
"How typical." From her pocket, she took out a metallic device, thinner than the Hollow detector Saikai had used. This one was touch-screen. Static filled its topographical map.
"Mobile network down?" Ichigo joked.
"What's a mobile network?" Rukia asked, not joking. Her head shook. "These communicators work through airborne bacteria. Nevermind it, Squad 12's problem."
Not soon enough, they approached a crater that once had been the town square. The Cero from the Menos Grande had vaporized everything except for the Gotei office, which was made of Sekkiseki. On the far side, on the crater's rim, a handful of canopy tents looked a lot like a certain opera house from the living world. Ichigo had dreamed of traveling the world, secretly dreamed of sleeping with girls from around the world. Bitterness rolled his tongue.
Rukia Flash Stepped across the crater.
Ichigo ran over. Horrid luck had it that Hanataro was under the largest canopy with Haruka. The Squad 4 healer was sitting by a woman, his outstretched hands emitting green light, his spiritual pressure like soothing music reverberating in a hall. As Ichigo and Rukia neared, the woman stood, mumbled a thank you, and walked off.
Haruka lifted an eyebrow at Rukia. "You know impersonating a Captain and Lieutenant is a crime, right?"
Ichigo stepped forward: "It was my idea."
"I'm sure it was." Haruka tucked strands of her blonde hair behind her ear. In the action, she showed off her cleavage. She smirked. "But I'm sure for you, it'll be your everyday attire soon, won't it?"
"Sure." Ichigo didn't let his head stray toward the crap that was happening.
On cue, Hanataro asked about it, "Did you hear about what's happening to your father, Ichigo? He's been arrested and—"
Haruka elbowed him.
"Sorry," Hanataro mumbled.
"It's fine," Ichigo said, "Rukia told me all about it, we'll see what happens at the trial."
Rukia was checking her communicator again, a lot like girls of the living world. "It was Captain Aizen's idea. He gave me the coat and badge when I was leaving. He said Ichigo might be the jealous type. It seems that he's correct."
"What does that have to do with anything?" Ichigo asked, wiping a scowl off his face.
Haruka explained, "It's not strictly enforced, but a male Captain can call dibs on his female lieutenant. You can have her all to yourself—until you get bored that is."
"Then I call dibs." Ichigo ignored his own blush. "You can give Captain Aizen my thanks."
Haruka giggled. "But… you're not really a Captain. Hanataro here is free to duel you for her, if he wishes."
"Oh, is that right?" Ichigo's gaze slid over to the pipsqueak. "You want to duel?"
Hanataro shook his head.
"Good."
Rukia's little smile was mischievous, naughty. Her fiendish eyes moved from Ichigo to Hanataro. Ichigo knew she was about to do something she was going to regret, but he wasn't ready for her to take off her top. Suddenly her sexy little breasts were out in the open. She blushed adorably, played with herself. Her mouth-watering pink nipples stiffened.
Haruka gasped, covered her mouth, in such a theatrical way.
"Rukia," Ichigo coughed. This was the first time he had seen her topless. Not even in Shikai state with his future-sight ability had he peeked.
"Wait your turn, Ichigo," Rukia said, hopping behind Hanataro, embracing him around his chest. "I've forgotten what a real man feels like. It's been too long." She kissed his cheek as he nervously laughed.
A string inside Ichigo, pulled taut to its limit, broke with an explosion of murderous spirit energy manifesting into reddish-black inky flames. Ichigo's body moved. His right hand went to yank Rukia away from the stupid pipsqueak. His left hand went to slap her face, but she had the insolence to block him, to resist her rightful master. "You whore!" he bellowed, his voice breaking.
"You asked for one," she spat, still fighting his hold.
And then she stopped. Her face deadened.
He seized the chance, took her with a leaping Flash Step, dragging her all the way into the crater, to the Gotei office. His spiritual pressure punched the wall. A rectangle of Sekkiseki fell into the ground. He pulled her inside. No escape. No sorries until he was done with her, and he was never going to be done with his god-given cum slut. She was his alone to do away with.
He threw her against the wall, hissing, "Bakudo 1: Sai!" His voice was high-pitched and distorted, layered and gutteral. Something was happening to him. He didn't care what. It felt amazing, a rush of exhilarating spirit energy flaming from his unbeating heart. A gaping hole had opened in his chest.
Rukia's teeth chattered in fear. "Stop. Stop, Ichigo. You're— You're hollowfying."
"I don't care," Ichigo cackled and kicked away her Katana. "Now, let's see that virgin puss."
"No." She was about to cry. "No, stay back. No. Stop." She shuffled into the corner, legs pressed together. Her spiritual pressure was so, so fucking weak against his.
"I said…." He licked his lips exactly as she had. "Let's see that puss! Bakudo 4: Hainawa!" A chain of crackling golden energy shot from his hand, wrapped around her ankles, and pulled apart her legs. Those yummy panties greeted him with a patch of wetness at the crotch. She was loving this! "That's what I like to see!"
She couldn't look at him. "Please, stop it. Please, Ichigo."
"Look at me!" He yanked her hair. "I said look at me, bitch!" Beautiful tears were streaming. He licked tears off her cheek. He pointed at the white mask which was forming on his face, blob by blob. "You did this, you stupid whore!"
"I'm sorry." She sniffed. "Just stop. I'll get you to Squad 12. They'll help you."
"You are going to help me, Rukia." He licked her shaky lips, then groped her thighs like how he had for years needed to grope the thighs of girls at Karakura High. Her soft flesh was blazing with the heat of desire. Her naughty scent was divine. Her panties were transparent with her wetness. She was ready.
"No!" she screamed. "Please, no!"
One swipe. Her panties were torn.
Her pussy was beyond imagination. Hairless, pink and puffy, the most beautiful slit in existence. He howled, "Pussy! Beautiful pussy!" He spread open her virgin treasure. The hole in her hymen was tiny. No way could he fit through. He was going to stretch and rip her to shreds, and this realization appealed to him more than anything. He sucked on her nipple and pulled out his engorged cock.
The tears weren't ending. "Not like this. Are you in there, Ichigo? Please, don't do this."
His cock was at her pussy with his sensitive tip prodding her hole. Her squirming hips were telling him to stop, but her wet heat was only pushing him forward. Inch by inch he slid into her tight, hot, wet, bleeding pussy. Mind-numbing pleasure squeezed him. "Rukia! You feel amazing!"
She was groaning. Her pussy walls spasmed once. Twice. Then continuously. Her groans became a mix of pain and pleasure.
Stars danced in his vision as he lost control and fucked her with everything he had. Years of bottled-up lust drove this thrusts. Her body shook with every impact. He was going to break her into pieces, but lucky for her, after a dozen thrusts of his bloodied cock, his orgasm ruptured, pumping, rightfully filling her up with his virgin cum.
He wasn't a virgin anymore.
Slowly he pulled out of her. White cream spilled. Watching his own cum leak out of her deflowered bloody cunt put him at peace. A serene, tranquil sight of nature in all her beauty. The hole in his chest closed with a quavering snap. His Hollow mask clunked onto the floor. His heart beat steady.
Bakudo restraints shattered into sparks. Rukia gazed into Ichigo's whitening eyes. Eventually she started breathing again. She tackled him. She hammered his chest with a puny fist. "What was that?!" Sobs returned.
"I don't know." Throat sore, his chuckles were hoarse. "It was your fault, but you made me whole again."
She jolted away, wiped her nose on her forearm. "My fault?! You turned into a Hollow!"
"Calm down, everything's fine."
She picked up his mask. It was a fearsome thing, although less than half-formed, with one horn curving forward like a bull's. A vertical red marking covered the eye. No debate, it was a Hollow's mask, giving off remnants of abrasive, desperate spiritual pressure. While she examined it, her breaths evened out, and her spiritual pressure dwindled enough for him to let go of his own.
She sniffed back final tears. "You were in there, the whole time?"
"Yeah. It felt insane. I was insane."
"Alright. I believe you."
He leaned back, rolled onto his side, and peeped at her pussy. Still leaking cum. Lovely. "So who's a real man now? Me or Hanataro?"
Her laughter was weak. "Hanataro."
"Don't try me." The predator inside him rumbled. "It could happen again. Don't forget. Open your legs. Say you're sorry."
An obedient girl, she spread her thighs, offering a full view inches from his face. "I'm sorry."
"What are you sorry for?"
"I'm sorry for being a slut and making you jealous."
"That's right." He smiled. "And you should also be sorry for not being there for me when I was eleven-years-old. Where were you when I started burning with lust? You were sleeping around."
Her eyes closed. She sighed. "Yes, I should have been there for you, in the living world, in a Gigai, at your Human school, living in your closet, for you to fuck every night with your small eleven-year-old dick. I'm sorry."
"Good girl. You understand well."
Then she kneed him in the stomach. "In your wet dreams! You sick fuck!"
He hadn't broken her too badly. Relief lightened his body. His feisty Rukia was alive and well. Soon she would be ready for round two.
Author's Note: This chapter may be revised a bunch. The main ideas are there. The sex scene may be extended.
Review Responses:
- Yep, a lot of characters are definitely OOC...
- I'm still fleshing out Hell and its powers. Those chapters are extremely far away (honestly, there's a chance they might not ever get written).
- Toshiro/Soifon will get more scenes soon.
- Yuzu's Zanpakuto will be a Kido-type.