Last one of Fearless, it has been a good run.
Hope you all enjoy. (See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
This Love
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Around 6 pm, Hiyori found herself locked in a stare-down with her own reflection, her gaze both resentful and perplexed. How had she ended up here? Just yesterday, she had been wholeheartedly convinced that she'd never, ever consider even glancing in the direction of that infuriating flat-faced man. Yet, at this very moment, she stood before a mirror, adorned in a traditional kimono and an elegant obi, all because the aforementioned idiot had insisted on it.
As she examined her reflection, Hiyori couldn't help but question the sudden disappearance of her own stubborn backbone. Her innate independence and her natural tendency to go against the flow were defining traits of her character. So, why was she succumbing to this unexpected change of heart? The whole situation was as infuriating as it was puzzling, leaving her caught between the defiant spirit she was known for and the unspoken attraction she couldn't deny.
In the depths of her heart, she held the answer she wasn't ready to admit to herself. The truth was that she had missed him terribly during that year he had been gone. She'd never admit it out loud, of course. Instead, she had masked her concerns with biting remarks and harsh words.
She recalled the countless nights when Lisa would recount stories of the intense battle between the two Kenpachis, a battle Shinji was undoubtedly a part of. Her worry had gnawed at her even though she had tried to suppress it. She couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her when he showed up unexpectedly in her bedroom.
It was a peculiar mix of emotions, a turbulent whirlwind of frustration, longing, and anger. A part of her desperately wanted to confront him, to give voice to the feelings she was struggling to contain. But the other part was still hesitant, unwilling to reveal her vulnerability. It was easier to put on a mask of indifference, even when she knew it was a flimsy facade.
As she continued to examine her reflection in the mirror, Hiyori grappled with her own feelings and thoughts. The uncertainty of whether she had truly forgiven Shinji lingered in her mind. She considered the possibility that all the conversations and advice Kisuke had thrown her way had actually worked.
Urahara Kisuke was known for his eccentric inventions and unconventional ways, but he was also skilled in the art of manipulation. He had a way of nudging people in certain directions, often for their own good. Perhaps, unknowingly, he had played a role in paving the path for Shinji's return, their reunion, and Hiyori's internal conflict.
The complexity of her emotions swirled within her, and Hiyori realized that forgiveness and reconciliation were never straightforward processes. She had much to contemplate as she stepped into a new chapter with Shinji, one where her emotions and vulnerabilities might not be as easily hidden.
"Stop glaring," Shinji encircled her shoulders with his entire body, placing his face next to hers in the mirror, "You look beautiful, Hiyori."
The small Vizard was wearing a stunning kimono in a deep, rich shade of blue, adorned with intricate floral patterns that seemed to dance across the fabric. The blossoms were colored in shades of pink, red, and white, creating a captivating contrast with the dark background. The kimono's long, flowing sleeves swayed gently as she moved, giving it an elegant and ethereal quality.
Tied around her small waist was a vibrant pink obi that added a bold pop of color to the ensemble. The obi was intricately folded and tied in an elegant knot at the back, and its bright hue created a striking contrast against the deep blue of the kimono. The overall effect was both alluring and traditional, capturing the essence of a modern yet classic look. Hiyori's hair had been meticulously arranged into an intricate bun; a masterpiece crafted by Shinji's deft hands. The bun was adorned with a few golden strands of hair that elegantly framed her face, casting a radiant and almost ethereal glow around her features.
To add a touch of color and cohesion to her overall look, a delicate pink flower, perfectly matching the hue of her obi, was placed beside her beautifully arranged hairstyle.
Hiyori's appearance in this kimono was truly a sight to behold, and it highlighted the elegance that she often concealed beneath her fiery exterior.
She huffed and rolled her eyes, still feeling out of her comfort zone. "I hate you. I hate this."
"Bullshit." He kissed her cheek. "You liked it, you are just stubborn as hell and are angry you don't look as scary as you normally do. Soft Hiyori is a thing you know, I have seen it." His arms tightened around her, and he placed another kiss on her cheek, making her blush despite herself.
"Can we just get this over with, Baldy?" She muttered; her defiant demeanor momentarily softened by his affectionate gestures.
Shinji chuckled and took her hand. "We're going to have a good time, trust me. Now, let's go join the others."
Hiyori followed him, her kimono's fabric swaying gracefully as she moved. "Do you remember when Yoruichi said you wanted to change me all the time?"
He shook his head and smiled, "She didn't say that, she said, 'You expect her to be whatever you want her to be.' Putting on a kimono to go to a New Year celebration is not changing you, idiot; it's just making you look nice. You already own kimonos, Hiyori, even girlier ones than this, and you've gone to the Hatsumōde on your own accord. You just want to do everything your way. I know you too well to buy what you're selling, monkey."
She couldn't help but roll her eyes playfully in response. Their banter felt oddly comforting, as if they were slipping back into a familiar rhythm.
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As the Vizards made their way up the frozen stairs of Mount Kongo, they experienced firsthand the captivating blend of nature and tradition that defines this remarkable location. It wasn't their first time there, but it had been a couple of years since they had last visited. The beauty of the frozen passages and the traditional architecture left them mesmerized, especially the three current captains among them. These captains had left behind the eclecticism of the real world a year ago for the contrasting stillness of Soul Society's passages.
Shinji smiled to himself, glancing at the girl next to him who was focused on a particular steep area of the mountain. "Are you cold? Your hands are red."
"I'm fine. Stop fussing over me every 5 seconds. I already told you I'm fine." She looked in his direction too, her tone laced with sarcasm. "I don't know how I survived all last year without your idiotic commentary or concerns."
"Me either," he replied. It was meant as a lighthearted jab, as it usually was, but there was a hint of nostalgia in his tone as he recalled their time apart.
Hiyori's expression shifted as she detected a note of hurt in Shinji's voice. This only strengthened her conviction that they needed to engage in an open and honest conversation. She wasn't exactly looking forward to it, but despite the happiness of their reunion, an unspoken tension persisted between them. It was a topic they had been skillfully avoiding or purposefully ignoring, yet it lingered just beneath the surface. To truly progress in their relationship, it was something they couldn't continue to evade; it had to be addressed.
As the mismatched group reached the peak, the Katsuragi Shrine, nestled atop Mount Kongo, stood as a cultural treasure that had withstood the test of time. Its intricate wooden architecture adorned with vibrant red banners was a testament to the shrine's timeless design, reflecting Japan's rich traditions. Upon entering the shrine's courtyard, the Vizards found themselves surrounded by lush pine trees and peaceful gardens, further enhancing the shrine's serene atmosphere.
The cool mountain breeze brushed against their faces as the Vizards continued their journey, passing through the shrine's massive wooden torii gate. This gate symbolized the transition from the ordinary world to the sacred realm of the shrine, marking a moment of spiritual reflection and renewal.
Before entering, the eight old souls participated in the purification ritual, washing their hands and mouths at a purification fountain located at the shrine's entrance. This tradition was a sign of respect and cleansing before entering the sacred space.
Upon reaching the main hall of the shrine, Shinji took a couple of coins and gave one to Hiyori, both of them offering the coins as a donation to the shrine. It was a customary way to show their support for the shrine's upkeep and spiritual activities.
"Wait, Hage, I want to buy an omamori," she said as she went to the counter and requested four tiny-looking bags. She quickly paid for them and returned to where Shinji was waiting for her.
"All good, Chibi?" he asked, extending his hand for her to hold. She nodded, and they continued toward the main hall, ready for their visit and prayers.
As Hiyori had stopped to purchase the omamori, the two blondes found themselves briefly separated from the main group of Vizards. However, Shinji didn't mind this temporary division. After all, this trip had been planned primarily to be with her, and he was more than happy to spend some quality time with the rest of the group. Yet, she remained the person he desired to be with the most.
Both blondes stood in line, waiting their turn to enter the area for the final ritual. Hiyori decided to go first. She rang the bell using the rope hanging down from it, then followed the traditional sequence: she bowed twice, clapped her hands twice in front of her chest, and bowed one more time. Hiyori approached the ritual with a genuine heart, expressing gratitude for the things and people that meant something to her.
She silently thanked the powers that watched over her, recognizing her luck surviving after such a near-fatal experience. She prayed for Hikifune-san's safety, who, despite being a mother figure to her, might not think of her often. Her thoughts turned to Kisuke and his eccentric ideas, hoping for both the advancement and the safety of the worlds. She couldn't help but think of Ichigo, the lovable idiot who had managed to defeat Aizen Sosuke. Her prayer extended to Yoruichi and her invaluable mentorship, which had been a source of solace during her moments of sorrow this past year.
She prayed for the Vizards who had left for Soul Society, now captains and lieutenants, facing greater danger on an everyday basis, and also for Love, Lisa, and Hachi, who had stayed with her and had shown her endless care during her recovery and been patient with her during Shinji's absence. Lastly, she offered her own soul for Shinji, wishing for his safety, health, success, and happiness, with an earnest desire that they never be separated in this world or any other.
As Hiyori concluded her prayer, she moved to the other side to await Shinji's turn. He followed the same ritual, ringing the bell, bowing, clapping, and bowing once more. When he had finished, he wrapped his arm around Hiyori, holding her close. His words cut through the serene atmosphere, expressing the depth of his feelings, "I love you so much, Hiyori." She intended to respond with a lecture but found comfort in his embrace, resting her head on his shoulder as they began to walk forward together.
They quickly caught up with the rest of the Vizards because of Mashiro's cheerful insistence, which had also compelled Kensei to get an omikuji for her.
"Do you want one?" Shinji asked Hiyori, his hand still securely holding her waist, his face close to her ear.
"I'm fine not knowing what my year might hold," she replied.
The super Lieutenant of the 9th Division was beyond excited, and after Kensei paid to the shrine staff, Mashiro received a cylindrical container filled with numbered sticks, which was shaken to ensure her luck. She picked up a stick with the number 9 attached and her face became a ray of sunshine, believing that was destiny speaking. A Miko priest directed Mashiro to a nearby cabinet, where she quickly found the corresponding fortune slip.
However, everything changed after reading it, her face turned pale. "Oh no! I got Dai-Kyo. Kenseiiiii, help me, Kensei!" Mashiro began to cry, distraught by the fortune she had received.
The quick-to-anger captain chastised her, saying, "I told you not to get one; I knew you would cry if it wasn't good fortune."
Hachi gently tried to console Mashiro, explaining that the Dai-Kyo fortune represented the lowest and worst luck at that moment, indicating that things could only get better, and her luck was actually on the rise. "So don't worry about it," he assured her.
Meanwhile, Hiyori, playing the role of a spectator in the omikuji drama, took the end of her kimono and draped it over her hands to keep warm in the chilly weather. Shinji, ever attentive, took her cold hands and rubbed them with his, then brought them to his mouth, gently blowing on them to warm her up.
As Mashiro was continuing to fuss over her misfortune, Shinji, with his ever-persistent tone, urged, "Oi, Mashiro, hurry up and tie that omikuji to that pine tree over there. Hiyori is freezing."
Unimpressed and a little annoyed, Hiyori shot back at Shinji, "Shut up, Hage. I don't need you to speak for me. But Shiro, do move your ass. I'm turning into a popsicle here."
Mashiro obediently tied the white paper with her bad fortune onto the tree, letting it linger there rather than following her home. This traditional act seemed to appease her somewhat.
Lisa looked around at the food offerings and said, "Do we want to get food from here? The treats look very good, but I am very cold."
With a thoughtful expression, Rose added, "I've been looking forward to a candied apple for months. I wonder if I should buy one for young Izuru." The other Vizards nodded in agreement.
Shinji, however, was the one who spoke next. "We are out. This tiny terror is about to become a frozen one; we're going home."
The blonde girl in question couldn't help but get annoyed at Shinji taking charge of her once again. She retorted, "Hey asshat, I just told you not to speak for me. I can make my own decisions, and I want to stay. I want a rice cake."
Shinji tried to negotiate, saying, "I'll buy you some takoyaki and some dango with the streets vendors closer to the warehouse."
Although Hiyori acted like she was still contemplating, she was, in fact, very cold. Takoyaki and dango sounded much more appealing than freezing for another hour. "Add some mochi, and you've got yourself a deal, Hage."
Shinji smirked, giving her a playful wink. "Of course, Chibi, anything you want." He was relieved that she was willing to compromise, even if it was just for the sake of warmth and snacks.
With their decision made, the group was divided once again. Lisa and the others chatted animatedly about what treats they would get once they reached the lower area, where vendors were selling various street foods.
As Hiyori and Shinji descended the mountain together, their fingers intertwined, the bustling crowd around them gradually increased. The serene and almost sacred ambiance of the shrine gave way to a lively and cheerful atmosphere as they approached the center of Karakura. After all, January 1st and 2nd were dates known for boosting the city with festivals and parties.
Shinji couldn't help but notice Hiyori's animated eyes as they roamed through the bustling streets. Their vibrant amber hue seemed to dance with a mischievous spark, as if they held a secret that only he was privy to. Her eyes were framed by thick, dark lashes that accentuated their unique color even more. As he observed her, he couldn't help but marvel at how she had grown over the past year. She had gained a couple of centimeters in height, which somehow made her even more captivating. Her features had taken on a new level of maturity, with high cheekbones that gave her face an elegant structure, while her lips, adorned with a touch of gloss, looked irresistibly inviting. Shinji found her undeniably pretty, and her allure grew stronger by the moment. He couldn't wait to be alone with her today.
Vendor stalls lined the streets, each filled with an array of enticing street foods. The tantalizing scents of grilling meat and frying treats permeated the air, causing Hiyori's stomach to growl in anticipation of the delicious snacks she was about to enjoy. Shinji, glancing at her with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, teased, "Mochi and takoyaki, right?"
Hiyori smirked and replied, "And dango. You offered."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Sorry I forgot," he said apologetically.
Shinji approached a couple of vendors and ordered everything she had wanted, along with Okonomiyaki, Yakitori, and Taiyaki for himself. Hiyori couldn't help but notice that he was requesting everything to go, and she found herself slightly disappointed. The street was buzzing with people enjoying their snacks and the vibrant atmosphere, and she'd been looking forward to savoring her treats right here.
"Hey Shinji, I'm hungry, let's eat here," she suggested, looking around at the lively scene, where the aroma of various street foods filled the air.
He shook his head, continuing to place orders. Once he paid, he received a large bag filled with the feast they were planning to enjoy. Hiyori had to admit that the sight of all that food was quite tempting.
"Hage," she said, catching up with his long strides, "Did you hear me? Why are we taking all this to the warehouse? It's not that cold here; let's just eat."
He looked at her and gently pulled on the strands of hair that had fallen down her cheeks. "I did hear you, but no. Let's eat at home."
"Why?" she asked, puzzled and a bit impatient, as her stomach let out another growl.
"Because, Hiyori," he began, voice low and laced with an irresistible desire, "I've been wanting to kiss you until you can't breathe for the entire afternoon. And I'm assuming you're not going to let me do that here," he added matter-of-factly.
Her usual blush crept onto her cheeks, making her freckles even more noticeable. She opened and closed her mouth several times but couldn't find the right words to respond to his bold statement.
"Alright, let's go home," she finally agreed, her voice a little more subdued as her mind swirled with anticipation for what awaited her.
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In the second they crossed the threshold into the warehouse, Shinji's desire could no longer be contained. He placed the large plastic bag on the living room table, and his hands immediately found his way to Hiyori. Using his shunpō, he guided her quickly onto the couch, laying on top of her, his touch a little rough, and his lips sought out hers hungrily, demanding entrance with an urgency that could no longer be restrained.
Hiyori was feeling the heat all around her, his hands caressing her neck and waist, moving towards her back in a gentle but firm way. His left hand slid up under her kimono, making all the hairs on her body stand in attention as his thumb traced circles around the back of her thigh. He moved closer to press their bodies together and with that she felt every inch of him from head to toe, being aware of his intense gaze on hers.
Feeling more and more compelled by his actions, she finally gave in to the desire, leaning into him as their mouths collided in an electrifying kiss that left them both panting for air. The intensity increased with each passing second, Shinji's hands roaming over Hiyori's body while their tongues explored each other's mouth hungrily.
Their intensity of their desire only grew with each passings second, and neither of them was willing to pull away. Shinji fingers traced the contours of Hiyori's hips, causing her to shiver with delight. Her own hands found their way into his hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands as she deepened the kiss, unable to get enough of him.
As he finally broke the kiss to catch their breath, their eyes locked with a shared hunger that spoke volumes, His voice, husky with desire, murmured, "I want you, Hiyori."
She closed her eyes and tried her best to steady her breathing. The situation had spiraled out of control, and she couldn't ignore the raw need in his words or the overwhelming longing that coursed through her own body. Her thoughts scattered like a flock of birds taking flight, leaving her struggling to find coherence.
Their hearts raced as they shared a heated moment, their words drenched in desire and longing.
Shinji whispered, "tell me to stop, Hiyori,"
"I don't want you to," she replied.
"Idiot, you're supposed to fight me on this. If we keep going, there won't be any virginity left when you're my bride," he protested.
Breathlessly, she confessed. "I already told you; I don't want that anymore."
His eyes bore into hers with intensity. "What do you want, then, baby?" The hand that was on her thigh had begun moving into the curvature of her butt.
Her response was simple yet filled with profound meaning. "You."
"Sarugaki Hiyori, you're playing with fire. Do you want to get burn?"
"I'm not afraid of the fire, not when you're the one igniting it," she whispered with unwavering desire.
Shinji couldn't help but react with a mixture of primal instinct at her words, a growl escaping him along with a moan, overwhelmed by the intensity of their connection. He yearned for her with every fiber of his being. However, even in their passionate haze, Shinji had the wisdom to recognize the practicality of the situation. He sighed, pulling back, stopping his movements and sitting next to her on the couch.
"Why do I always have to be the voice of reason, stupid?" he muttered with a mixture of frustration and affection for the second time in the day, his eyes still burning with desire.
Hiyori, aware of the reality surrounding them, extended her arms, inviting him back to her side. "Don't be, come here. I-I want you, too Shinji."
But her rational thoughts were creeping back slowly, and her voice wavered as she voiced her concerns. Her desire was evident, yet she didn't want her first time with him to be on the couch of the warehouse.
Shinji's words hung heavy in the air, filled with sadness and regret. He knew that the timing wasn't right, and the intensity of their desires had temporarily clouded their judgment. As much as he desired her, he also respected her feelings and concerns. He leaned in, planting a tender kiss on her lips before reluctantly pulling away.
"I'm sorry, Hiyori," he murmured, his voice laced with a hint of melancholy and guilt. "I think is best if I go."
"No."
Hiyori's emotions were a whirlwind of confusion, desire, and frustration. She couldn't bear the thought of him leaving, not now when they were so close. Her grip on his arm was firm, and she locked her eyes onto his, her voice filled with both longing and determination.
"You said you could stay until tomorrow. You said you had the time to stay. You promised, Shinji," she pleaded, her voice trembling. "No. No, you are not leaving. Why are you leaving me again?"
She desperately wanted him to understand how much she needed him to stay, to be with her, to share this moment together. The fear of being alone, without him, was almost unbearable.
"Hiyori...," he began, his voice filled with a mixture of sorrow and affection.
But she couldn't bear to hear it anymore. She cut him off, her tone resolute and unwavering, "Stop saying my name like that, you've been doing it for over a year. You're not leaving. I won't let you. I'll fight you, I'll fight anyone, just stay."
Shinji hesitated for a moment, torn between his desire and his concern for Hiyori. He gently cupped her cheek and looked into her eyes with deep affection.
"Hiyori, I want nothing more than to stay with you. But I don't want to push you into anything you're not ready for. I'm afraid I might hurt you if we rush things. I don't ever want to hurt you, at least not again," he explained, his voice full of sincerity. "I'll stay with you tonight, but we'll take things slow, at your pace. No pressure, alright?"
"You're not pressuring me, dimwit. I'd tell you to use your brain, but I doubt it's even there," she retorted. She tried her best not to yell, fearing that her temper would trigger Shinji's protective, prince charming mode, which wasn't the man she had loved for as long as she could remember. She felt it was time to lay everything bare. "I am not fragile, stupid, or in need of your protection. You've been treating me like I'm made of glass since this morning. I'm not sure if it was Gin Ichimaru's attack, or my pretending you don't exist, or what, but enough is enough. Shinji, you're as angry as I was, or am. I'm still not sure. And you're pushing it down and not talking about it. At the same time, judging by what just happened, I'd guess you're horny." She blushed.
Shinji's laughter filled the room, echoing like the soothing tones of a wind chime, bringing a sense of familiarity and joy.
"Can you just talk to me, you know, like me? I'll do my best to do the same," she said, her gaze initially fixed on the wall and then shifting to him with a teasing remark. "Flat-faced."
He sat next to her. "When did you become so wise?"
"I guess Granma Cat's wisdom is rubbing off on me," she replied, sitting cross-legged on the couch, facing him with her back against the armchair. "And for the record, I'm horny too."
"I noticed that" he said with a sly grin. His hand was holding his face, and he let out a deep sigh. "Hiyori, you owe me a bunch of money. You want me to treat you normally, well I would normally would have made you pay for everything."
"Excuse me?" She looked at him with a mix of confusion and annoyance.
"Do you know how much I paid for you today?" Shinji raised an eyebrow.
"Hey, that was out of the goodness of your heart and your own guilt. Don't go charging backward. What are you, a loan shark?" Hiyori retorted; her voice sharp.
They brought the remaining food to the side and displayed everything on the table as they began to talk. Perhaps it was the most genuine and honest conversation they had ever had.
They discussed everything, leaving no topic off-limits; Hiyori went first.
She spoke of her time alone without him, describing her feelings when he left and the hours she had spent cooped up in his room, often wearing his clothes. Hiyori also shared how Yoruichi had dragged her to train at the shōten, providing her with a sense of purpose and a way to cope. Hiyori explained how Kisuke had offered her a job and how she had reacted, hitting him so hard that his cheek remained red for a week, a fact that made Shinji chuckle.
She brought up the encounter with the Kuchiki girl in the store, she recounted how she had asked if the girl knew Shinji. He interjected, "Rukia told me about it, Hiyori. I think you put the fear of God in that poor girl." Hiyori just shrugged.
Changing the subject, she continued talking about Ururu's training and how much she enjoyed it. She also mentioned how Kisuke had volunteered her to help Megane-kun with some hollows he couldn't handle while being in school and serving as the class president. "Hiyori," Shinji interrupted, "We'll put a pin in that for now. We need to discuss it more." She scowled in response.
Finally, she made an effort to express her feelings genuinely, allowing her emotions to shine through while still maintaining some emotional barriers. "I'm still angry at you, though not as much as before," she began, her voice laced with sincerity. "But I still think you're an egotistical ass for leaving and not thinking of me. Before you spill your mushy crap about 'I always think of you, Hiyori,' no, you didn't. You knew I was never going back, and I'd rather stay in this infested world full of humans than return and throw myself at the feet of the Shinigami. And you still agreed quickly."
Her voice grew softer yet held an undercurrent of frustration. "I also hate that you think everything is your fault, especially Aizen. He is his own person, and, last time I checked, you didn't help him with his plans."
As she opened up about her true feelings, a mixture of hesitation, anger, and vulnerability painted her words. "But I still want you around me, because I guess I'm a masochist who got too hung up on an idiot baldy, who's, as an added bonus, a Shinigami captain. Worst deal of the century if you ask me."
"So, what I'm hearing is that despite everything, you love me," Shinji quipped, a playful glint in his eyes.
"No," Hiyori responded with a teasing smirk. "I'm saying I tolerate you. At least I tolerate you more than other people."
Shinji couldn't help but continue the banter, "I understand you loud and clear, you are saying 'I love you, my prince.'"
Her scowl deepened, but there was a warmth in her eyes.
He took a deep breath and a sip of sake. She completely missed the moment when he had purchased the drink. He began to talk, "Well, I guess it's my turn. I don't want you to interrup—"
"You interrupted me! and you did it more than once!" she interjected.
She rolled her eyes, and he gave her a look, "Alright."
A small part of Hiyori felt a tinge of fear and uncertainty about what he might say, particularly the part of her that secretly longed to be in Soul Society with him. She knew there were aspects of her story that had likely made him uncomfortable, but he had heard her out, and she was determined to listen to his side of the story too.
Shinji began by telling her about the state of his squad and his new relationship with his lieutenant, explaining what had happened to Momo without delving into too many sensitive details, that would violate the Shinigami's privacy. He emphasized the severe psychological and physical trauma that Momo had endured due to Aizen's manipulations, pointing out that her suffering had been even more profound than what they had gone through. The key difference was that they had each other and Kisuke for support, while Momo had been intentionally isolated from her friends and family, forced to rely solely on the illusion of a false captain for guidance and protection.
He went on to describe the stuffy and rule-bound nature of Soul Society, expressing his dislike for those aspects, but also mentioning how exhilarating it was to be a captain again. He spoke about working with new recruits, training seated officers, and attending meetings with other squads. He gave Hiyori a detailed account of the Kenpachi vs. Kenpachi match, which had filled her eyes with excitement. Shinji assured her that he had never been in any serious danger during his time there, at least not more than the usual risks.
He then went to paint a vivid picture of the depth of his longing for Hiyori. He described the quiet moments of yearning when the memory of her bare footsteps running through the echoing corridors of the 5th Division played in his mind like a sweet melody. He confessed that he often found himself staring at the sliding shoji doors, almost expecting her to burst through them, yelling at him and complaining about Kisuke, as she was so prone to do, when she lived in Soul Society. He admitted missing her on those lonely nights when the ache of not being with her was almost unbearable. He spoke of the overwhelming desire to hold her close, to feel the warmth of her body, and to bury his face in her hair, inhaling that unique and comforting scent that was distinctly of hers.
Then, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he let slip about Lisa's side hustle, where the Vizard had captured candid snapshots of Hiyori. The mere mention of this revelation caused the usually fiery Hiyori to flush bright red, and she vowed vehement revenge on the bespectacled woman for daring to invade her privacy in such a way.
Shinji bared his soul, describing the pain of being without her, especially around their birthdays. He spoke of how much those dates meant to them; they had always celebrated together on May 10th and August 1st, no matter which divisions they were assigned to. These dates held a special place in both of their hearts, and he admitted it had been incredibly tough to spend them alone for the first time.
He recounted how he had hoped for their usual arguments, the playful slaps, or even a good old-fashioned yelling match, but instead, he had been met with silence. The unspoken words between them, usually a source of amusement or affection, had only caused more pain.
Shinji continued his heartfelt confession, detailing his anger and frustration upon coming to see her. Not only had she hidden from him once, but she had done so an entire month before he left for good and then again when he came back to see her. He revealed that the very concept of the barrier separating them had ignited an intense fury within him, perhaps making it the angriest he had ever been at Kisuke in his entire life. The wound ran deep because she had turned to her former captain for help instead of reaching out to him.
Despite the animosity he held towards the former 12th Division Taichou, he swallowed his pride and didn't hesitate to keep up with Kisuke over the phone as much as possible to learn more about her and what she was doing, because hearing any news, even bad news, was better than nothing.
Shinji went on to describe in more detail how annoyed Kensei and Rose had become due to his constant whining and chatter about Hiyori. He explained that it was an ongoing issue - he often caught himself reminiscing about her in the middle of important meetings or conversations. This, in turn, led to frustrated sighs and eye rolls from his fellow Vizards. They exchanged knowing glances whenever he mentioned her name or her latest antics, and sometimes they'd even tease him about being 'lovesick.'
"I think Momo is the only one who's kind enough to put up with my endless blabbering about you, Hiyori," Shinji continued. "She pretends to listen, even asking me questions about you. In fact, she'd really love to meet you someday." Shinji included this part not only to convey the true nature of his relationship with Hinamori Momo – that they were close and had quickly formed a solid captain-lieutenant partnership – but also to reassure Hiyori that there was nothing romantic between him and Momo. His heart was still firmly committed to the fiery blonde beside him.
He sighed and broached a topic he had been avoiding. Shinji recounted the time of his reappointment ceremony when Kyoraku and Ukitake had gotten him so drunk that he ended up confessing his love for Hiyori and how much he missed her. He shared all the cringe-worthy details he could recall. Hiyori couldn't help but facepalm in embarrassment at that revelation. He quickly apologized, saying, "Sorry, in my defense, I was very sad, and it's not like I'm hiding you. You are my girlfriend, Hiyori, and I don't mind telling the entire Gotei 13 that I love you. But I understand you prefer to keep things more private. I thought it would be important for you to know that they know because, even though Ukitake may not mention anything, Kyoraku Shunshui is going to look for the first opportunity to tease you. But since you love me so much and you are so proud of being with me, as you mentioned-."
"I never said that! Hage!"
"It should not matter what others tell you," He stated with an air of finality.
He concluded his turn by telling her the depths of his desperation and longing for her. Shinji admitted that, as time went by and the distance between them seemed insurmountable, he had reached a point of sheer desperation. The thought of being without her, of not hearing her voice or seeing her fiery spirit, had become an unbearable weight on his soul. He felt an emptiness within him that only she could fill, and it gnawed at him day by day.
In his desperation, he was willing to do whatever it took to see her and talk to her, no matter what the obstacles or the challenges that lay ahead. This longing had led him to the idea of visiting the shrine on New Year's Day, something they have done in the past. Hoping the history between them would play a part and she was willing to see him.
As a backup plan, he came up with the idea of visiting her very early in the morning. It was a more straightforward tactic, a way for him to at least catch a glimpse of her, even if she wasn't aware of his presence. He explained, "I wasn't planning on waking you up. I just couldn't stop myself, Hiyori."
"I think that's it." With those words, Shinji fell silent, his gaze focused on Hiyori as they both sat in the living room.
As Shinji finished sharing his thoughts and feelings, Hiyori wasted no time. She gently pulled his arms toward her, guiding him to lay his head in her lap while she hugged him tightly. The warmth of his body against hers was a comfort she had been longing for.
"I, I," she began, her voice wavering slightly. Apologizing wasn't easy for her, and the memories of past conflicts stirred within her. But she knew it was essential, that he needed to hear it. "I... am, I am so-sorry too, Shinji."
His smile remained warm and understanding. "It's okay, baby." He raised his hand towards her neck and moved his fingers in circles.
She narrowed her eyes and playfully flicked his forehead, her usual self-reemerging. "Could you also stop with the baby? Who gave you permission to call me that? I was trying to be nice and let it go, but you keep saying it and saying it. It's driving me crazy."
"I call you stupid or moron, and you don't complain. I do a cutesy name, and you chew my head off, Hiyori!" he retorted.
Her laughter filled the room, a sound that was all too rare for her. She couldn't help but find his comment amusing.
"So, are we good, snaggletooth?" He was still resting his head on her and reached for her hand.
She began to caress his forehead, running her fingers through his uneven fringe, and captured his hand with her free one. "We are good, Ero-Shinji." The nickname brought a hint of a smile to her face.
"HEY!" He feigned offense, and Hiyori responded by sticking out her tongue. "If I do not recall incorrectly, you were pretty involved in it, Ero-Hiyori. Keep in mind, you can't play chess with one piece, missy."
She grabbed his hand. "I am tired; let's go to bed. Hage."
He didn't let go and started gently caress her hand, ""Wait, two things. One, did Kisuke already speak to you about the first substitute Shinigami?" She nodded, "The Research and Development Institute's Reiatsu Analysis Lab," He was careful not to call it the 12 Squad out of some kind of loyalty to her, "Found traces of his reiatsu roaming around Karakura. For what I have heard he's extremely dangerous and mentally unstable."
She continued to be silent letting him finish whatever thought that had brought the Captain tone into his voice and still enjoying his thumb rubbing circles on her hand, "We are not completely sure of what his goal is. Ukitake seems to think he wants to establish contact with Ichigo for God knows what reason, others think he may want to plot something directly at Soul Society to get revenge for whatever he thinks we did to him and Shinsui is more positive about it and just thinks the guy is running scared and Karakura was a place he used as a stop point. To be completely honest, I couldn't care less what his purpose is. What worries me is that you're here helping Orihime-chan and Megane-kun on his hollow hunting and it could be dangerous. I know you're strong, I am only asking you to be careful, ok?"
"Shinji," Hiyori moved her index finger in a bending motion as to call him closer to her. By this time, he should have known it was hazardous to approach her this close, and as a result the 5th Squad Captain was again nurturing a red big punch to the face, "DO YOU THINK I AM ONE OF YOUR USELESS LACKIES? I DO NOT NEED YOUR WARNINGS OR YOUR IDIOTIC WORRIED LECTURE!"
She crossed her arms and snarled at him, trying to push another part of his previous speech, -the fact that he referred as himself as part of the Shinigamis, - out of her mind, but failing completely, "I am perfectly fine to take care of myself, killing hollows or at any other activity. And even though it's not of your business, I do not spend my days helping Boobies and Nerdy Guy #1, I did it once… out of pity and humongous benevolence, Kisuke just spread the rumors that I am 'helping out'."
"Okay, okay, I was just stating my peace, and I'd feel more comfortable if you at least went with someone else, like a tag team," he said, and she rolled her eyes.
He fell silent for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "One last thing before we head to bed," he began… "I want to talk was about–"
"You want to talk about fucking."
He rolled his eyes, at her blunt assessment, "No, I want to talk about making love to you. Believe me Hiyori, there is no way in this world I'll fuck you. There is a big difference. I love you too much, so what I am planning is to make love to you."
"You are so disgustingly sappy with your 'I love yous,' your 'baby,' and your 'making love,'" she retorted.
Shinji looked at Hiyori, his gaze holding her own with steady resolve. "Anyway, coming back to the actual conversation, Hiyori, you have the last word here. I am willing to wait until you are sure, until you are ready."
She drew in a deep breath and matter-of-factly said, "I am sure. And I am not a fruit; I don't have a 'ready' stage. But I have thought this through, and I am comfortable doing it."
He was a bit hesitant of how unfaced she was by all this, especially when she flushed at the mere mention of the word sex. "Don't you want to think about it a little more?"
Hiyori shook her head in response. "No. I just think we should do it another day and not here." She pointed at the couch. "It's not that I'm not nervous, but it's been looming over us, and it's annoying. I think by putting all these labels and expectations, we made it this big thing when in reality is not."
Shinji sat back on the couch; his expression thoughtful. He seemed to understand how she felt, and he nodded slowly. He grabbed her cheek with his palm, "Well it's a big step, but I will do whatever you want me to do. But I do wanna know, what changed?" he asked. She looked at him, and he continued, "Why don't you want to wait until we are married?"
"Who said I was going to marry you?"
He looked at her reproachfully. "Really? Let's take away the fact that you are, in fact, even if you don't like the word, MY girlfriend, and I love you, and we are trying to work things out literally as we speak. Let's imagine that's not even on the table. Who are you marrying then?"
"I dunno," she shrugged. "Didn't they teach you in your sappy school one of those cheesy one-liners from the movies? 'Your true love is around the corner' and shit. Maybe it is... You have to be open to possibilities."
"Well, Hiyori, you are closed for business. You are marrying me, not today, but soon."
"In your dreams."
"That is right, in my dreams, I have already married you." She was fake gagging at his words. "But I am going to pretend you didn't ignore my question on purpose. Why do you want to make love right now? Why the sudden change?"
"It wasn't sudden. I've been thinking about it for a while. I just don't want to die with regrets."
Shinji stood very still. What in the actual fuck was she thinking? He pulled her into him and embraced her entirely, devouring her with his size difference. "Hiyori, you're not going to die. I don't want to think that for even a minute. You're going to be with me forever; I have a bunch of plans and I need you for those, you know." He was trying to make the topic light, but he was finding it hard to muster. "What happened that day with Gin is something that's never going to happen again."
She was nuzzled in his chest, holding onto his shirt for dear life. "You don't know that, Shinji."
"Well, no. I don't. But I'll do my best, so it doesn't happen again." He placed a finger on her chin, lifting her face to his, "Any other reason, cause that one is not valid."
"You keep pushing for reasons, it's not enough that I just wanna? Do you want an out, Baldy? Because it certainly looks like it."
He stared at her with an annoyed expression.
Shinji gently caressed her face and looked deep into her eyes. He exhaled and put his mouth on hers, very slowly his lips and tongue moved in an almost hypnotic rhythm. She felt the warmth from his body radiating into hers, and with every slow kiss, she could feel him, all of him melting her body.
With each kiss becoming more passionate, they sank further into the blissful state of being one. His hands found their way to her waist as if they had a life of their own, and then moved up slowly to her heart. His fingers were tracing its beats as if he was writing out a poem of love on her skin.
His lips started a new journey down her neck while his hands began exploring every inch of her curves; it was like he was mapping out a story that only two could understand. All Hiyori wanted in that moment was for Shinji to keep touching her forever. Her breathing increased with each touch, every sensation amplified tenfold by having him explore her body like this.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity they pulled apart, gazing deeply into each other's eyes, "Do you think I want an out?" he said breathlessly.
"Shut it." She blushed and he hugged her. She thought about pushing him away, but all she wanted was to savor the time they had left before he had to return to Soul Society.
The distant sounds of the Vizards returning from their New Year festivities reached her ears. Laughter and chatter drifted in from outside, emphasizing the inevitable end to their private moment.
She let out a deep breath, her eyes fixated on Shinji's. "Thank you for coming, Hage."
His warm smile remained, radiating sincerity. "Thank you for letting me in, Hiyori."
We're walkin' down the road, I wonder if you know
I'm trying so hard not to get caught up now
But you're just so cool, run your hands through your hair
Absentmindedly makin' me want you
Omake
Four small bags in different colors flew towards Shinji, Kensei, Rose and Mashiro. The vibrant bags landed on their faces, prompting Mashiro's lively voice to fill the open space in front of the warehouse, where the reinstalled captains were about to open the Senkaimon for their return to Soul Society.
Mashiro couldn't contain her excitement, "Awww Hiyorin! When did you get us Omamoris? You are so nice!"
Rose, always the picture of politeness, inquired with a sweet smile, "Is this your way of saying, I am sorry for treating you so badly last year?"
Hiyori crossed her arms, her tone unyielding. "No. It's my way of saying you are so bad at your job; you need all the fucking luck you can get." Her blunt words were followed by a characteristic snort. "And I still think you are all a bunch of traitors, if you ask me."
In response, Mashiro ran over to hug Hiyori, who did her best to push her away amidst their playful commotion. "Awwwww we love you too!"
The rest of the mismatched group laughed and began bidding their goodbyes.
Shinji stepped up to Hiyori, gazing down at her. "Be good brat, do not get in too much trouble. I'll see you later." He playfully ruffled her pigtails.
Hiyori's eyes locked onto Shinji's, and her mind drifted back to a mere 20 minutes ago. They had been leaving their bedroom to join the others in the kitchen when, just before she crossed the threshold, he had pulled her to him. He closed the door and lifted her, pinning her body between his own and the wall, showering her with affectionate kisses on her neck, face, and mouth. "Are you going to miss me, my little Hiyori?"
Though she wasn't an expert on kissing or flirting, especially compared to that idiot in front of her, Hiyori was a great student, "not even a little, Hage." She said sucking on his lower lip.
He chuckled softly between kisses, his warm breath against her skin. "Well, I am going to miss you." His hands cupped her cheeks. "I'll do my best to come to see you as soon as I can, okay? Unless… you may be interested in coming to see me?"
Her immediate response was unambiguous. "I wouldn't be caught dead in that stinking place."
He grinned playfully. "Not a surprise, but I had to shoot my shot." As they slowly disengaged, he could still feel the imprint of her body on his. However, before they could rejoin the other Vizards, Hiyori reached for his haori, a silent request for him to bend down to her level. He complied, and she rewarded him with a quick peck on the lips and a low whisper. "I'll miss you. Don't take too long."
Shinji wrapped his arms around her waist and guided her back into the bedroom. "I'll do my best, baby."
.
"Earth to Hiyori?" Shinji said, snapping her back to the present. His hand moved before her face as he addressed her, making it evident that her reminiscing had momentarily transported her to another time and place.
She narrowed her eyes at him, irritation breaking through. "I haven't even left, and you're already spacing out, stupid." He bent over, holding the red omamuri in his hands, and he brought his face closer to hers. "Thanks for this. I'll keep it with me all the time."
"Whatever," she replied dismissively.
Shinji collected himself, his gaze locking onto her eyes. He noticed a hint of sadness, a twinge of longing, and the ever-present touch of worry she held when they were apart. He winked at her and started making his way toward the others. Kensei pulled out his zanpakutō and stabbed the air, making his blade shine, and shoji doors materialized out of nowhere.
Hiyori watched as the Vizards stepped into the Senkaimon, her gaze lingering on Shinji's back. As the gate began to close, a sense of emptiness washed over her. She realized that weird looking blonde was her anchor, the one who had managed to break through her walls, and now she had to watch him go.
She had never been the sentimental type but watching them leave hit her harder than she expected.
Love, seeing Hiyori's spirits droop even further, couldn't resist trying to lighten the mood. "Now that Shinji is gone, can we still count on your kitchen services?""
Hiyori glared at him, annoyed. "Don't even dream about it."
The tall man stated with a sly smile, "Well, then, it looks like it's time for a culinary revolution in the Vizard's kitchen. Maybe we'll even get some edible food now."
Hiyori's irritated expression only deepened. "You guys' better hope you don't poison yourselves."
AN:
You see? Real reconciliation :)
Housekeeping? Yes, housekeeping.
- My Hiyori may be a tad more mature than the canon Hiyori, but I honestly think a lot had happened to her after the Winter War and the year that was not shown in the anime. If you infer a little from the way she speaks to Kisuke in TYBW, you can see some of that maturity in the canon.
- Hiyori's kimono can be found here: post/123202559130/weeping-cherry-tree-kimono-created-by-takayuki, just in case you want a visual reference.
- "Soft Hiyori" is a thing. Shinji is super right, right?
- Mount Kongo and Katsuragi Shrine are real places. I looked for places in the Osaka region (I am a sucker for kansai-ben, #notsorry) that could fit the fact they have to go up a mountain to reach a sanctuary. To be honest, it sounded like it's still packed every beginning of the year, but for the sake of this story, let's imagine it's not.
- Also, my knowledge of Japanese culture is limited, so if there is any specific tradition stated here that is incorrect, feel free to DM me; I am super open to learning and modifying anything to align with this beautiful culture.
- In the very long-winded conversation, I combined elements from both canon and headcanon. Kisuke asking Hiyori to work with her, the hit, and the encounter with Rukia are canon, while Yoruichi and Ururu training is headcanon.
- I really enjoyed writing Shinji's confession. While writing this, I realized how straightforward Hiyori is and how much Shinji carries inside.
- I decided it was time to end this without any explicit smut. I think the next step in their relationship should be the focus of another story to keep everything nice and tidy.
Anyway thank you so much for reading this very long and complicated to write story. I hope you liked it!