Chapter 17: Anywhere you go, let me go too
"Speech"
'Thoughts'
"Zanpakutō"
"Hollows/Vizard"
"[Reading/listening to a message/letter]"
"{Speaking a different language}"
AN: This chapter marks the start of the 100% canon lemons. They'll be marked with ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) if you wanna skip em.
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Shortly after the traitors fled, the various Shinigami came down from their combat highs and realized just how injured and/or exhausted most of them were. Minazuki swooped in and swallowed its wielder along with a hesitant Momo. The petite lieutenant knew it was not only safe but beneficial, but being eaten alive wasn't something most people do willingly. Rangiku quietly asked the giant manta-like creature a question and climbed aboard its back upon receiving a nod in reply. Most of the remaining Shinigami either returned to their own divisions or headed towards the 4th for healing.
Yoruichi and Soifon, however, merely collapsed onto the ground. Neither was too badly injured but both had exhausted themselves using Shunkō. The younger of the two took a pair of nutrient bars from her uniform and tossed one to her former mentor. From where she laid on the ground, Yoruichi caught it and told her, "Thanks little bee." Ignoring Soifon's blushing smile, the former captain quickly unwrapped and ate hers. "Ugh. Never thought I'd be forced to eat two of those in one day."
Just then, the other Ryoka arrived, the two Quincy women having been forced to moderate their pace for the sake of their slower comrades. "Hey Yoruichi, the fuck happened?!" Bambietta called out once they were close enough. Ignoring the uninformed's reactions to realizing this chocolate goddess was the cat they knew, she continued, "One moment, we're fighting the Etzel Von Oeringen's ghost, the next a psychic PA system is telling us about some assholes killing some other assholes and being traitors!"
From her spot lying on the ground, the former captain explained, "Aizen's a traitor, has been for over a century. Part of my job here was helping prove it." She waved an arm lazily above her, "Well, the part that wasn't keeping you kids alive."
Orihime's expression fell. "So, you used us?" The revelation rather hurt. They hadn't known each other long but Orihime rather liked the cat, er woman. While sometimes stern and a bit callous, she had acted as a guide and mentor for the group. Like a big sister of sorts.
"Aww, don't be like that. We used each other. Besides, just because we were using each other doesn't mean we weren't friends," Yoruichi consoled the teen. She did enjoy the bubbly girl's company, even if she found her painfully naïve. "Anyway, Ichigo and Tatsuki should be getting healed up at the 4th Division, no doubt Nemu's already headed that way, and…" The ebony woman trailed off as she looked around. Nemu's absence was expected but someone else's wasn't. "Hey, where's Sado?"
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At the 4th Division's Coordinated Relief Station, Minazuki gently landed and deposited its cargo before liquifying and returning to Unohana's scabbard. The two Shinigami stationed outside started in shock at seeing not only the injured parties, but their captain's nude body. Said captain quickly got to her feet and addressed her subordinates, "We have three more injured to attend to. See to their treatment immediately. I'm afraid I will be unavailable for the foreseeable future." To their credit, the two quickly hustled to follow their orders, more Shinigami streaming out to place Ichigo, Tatsuki, and Momo on stretchers to be brought in for healing.
One of the attendant healers approached Unohana, seeking to appraise her of the situation. "Ma'am. Captain Hitsugaya is still seriously injured, though he is no longer in critical condition thanks to Lieutenant Kotetsu. Captain Kuchiki returned to his own division. And Captain Komamura was brought in by the large Ryoka, one Sado Yasutora, with a concussion, ruptured eardrums, and various minor injuries along with badly depleted Reiryoku." Honestly, the last bit had surprised the young Shinigami the most. When asked why he had carried the captain all the way to 4th Division, the young man had merely stated they "weren't enemies anymore". Unohana fought back a sigh. It seemed her planned rest wasn't going to be happening any time soon. Rather than move to her office, where she kept a spare futon, and sleeping off her own fatigue, she quickly moved to make sure the worst injured were healed properly.
Of course, her actions had their own unintended side effects as she worked. Captain Unohana was a woman that at least 60% of Soul Society had fantasized about at least once. Within her own Division, that figure rose to 93%. For her to be going about her duties completely nude was the start of more wet dreams than could be counted in ten lifetimes. But her subordinates were professionals; the medics of 4th Division didn't stand around shamelessly ogling their captain's voluptuous naked body! They performed their tasks to perfection! ...While shamelessly ogling their captain's voluptuous naked body. After all, they were professionals, not robots.
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Within the bowels of Shinigami Research and Development Institute, there was a laboratory that only two people knew the existence of: Kurotsuchi Mayuri and his "daughter" Kurotsuchi Nemu. This laboratory housed a great number of experiments and research that required the utmost secrecy. While much of it was highly illegal, some of it was just Mayuri's own insistence on secrecy in general. Nemu entered the laboratory through the sole entrance, clad once more in her Shinigami uniform after having been reinstated as 12th Division's Lieutenant. She walked past the shelves detailing Mayuri's extensive research on Quincy, his notes on Hollows and Arrancar, and the vast quantities of various drugs her creator had invented, until she arrived at the final station.
In a liquid filled tank before her sat an exact duplicate of Kurotsuchi Mayuri's brain. Created originally to prevent possible brainwashing or memory loss, it was hooked up to a computer that remotely monitored and copied the contents of the original's brain. In theory, it could also be used to help clone an entirely new body for the man. Standing there, in front of her creator's sole chance of survival, Nemu stared at the organ for a time. In a way, this was arguably the first choice she had ever been afforded. At least, the first one that had any true meaning. That was why she hadn't informed anyone, not even the still unconscious Ichigo-sama, of her destination or intentions.
Stepping forwards, the violette gently placed her hand upon the tank, her head bowed. After a moment, she spoke, "Hadō # 11, Tsuzuri Raiden." Electricity flowed from her hand into the tank. Systems shorted out and the sheer heat generated from the Hadō quickly brought the fluid within to a boil. The young woman maintained her Hadō for several minutes, long enough for the computer internals to begin melting and replica of her creator's brain to liquify. Eventually, she cut off her Kidō and the only sound in the laboratory was the steady drip of tears hitting the ground. "Why? I hate you. So why does it hurt?" She quietly asked the empty laboratory. "Why couldn't you have been better? A better captain? A better person? A better father?"
Once her tears had run out, Nemu turned away from the slurry within the tank, grabbed some choice documents, and left the laboratory, never looking back.
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Ichigo didn't awaken until early afternoon the next day. The first thing he noticed was that he appeared to be in some sort of hospital room. The second was how sore his body was, like he'd been tossed inside a cement truck. He rubbed at his eyes only to pause as something registered. He was rubbing with his right hand, a hand he vividly remembered getting cut off. Yet there it was, like he had never lost it. Hell, he even still had that burn scar from when he was learning to cook. Shaking off his blanket, Ichigo found his arm was completely fine, with not even a hint of a scar from where it had been severed. Looking down at his plain medical robe, the teen couldn't help but mutter, "At least I'm not naked this time."
A faint stirring off to his left made him realize someone else was in the room, and just how out of it he must be if his passive Reiatsu sensing didn't pick anything up. Nemu, once more in her proper uniform, stirred in her chair where she had maintained her vigil ever since returning from her errand. Almost instantly, her eyes zeroed in on Ichigo's form and a smile bloomed across her face. "Ichigo-sama, you're awake." While as quiet as ever, the young woman's voice was more emotive than he was used to. She nearly teleported across the room in her haste to reach him before sweeping him up in a fierce hug, pressing him to her chest as she laid her chin on his head. "Thank you, Ichigo-sama. Thank you so much." Though surprised, Ichigo nonetheless wrapped his arms around Nemu as well, rubbing her back as she held him.
After several seconds, Nemu pulled back slightly, but only so she could press her lips to his. Though neither was any more experienced than before, their kiss felt more… alive, than their previous one back in Karakura. Perhaps it was the time they had spent apart or that there was no imminent threat looming overhead to interru- "Um, sorry but I came to check on Kurosaki-san's vitals." Okay, maybe no threat but definitely an interruption. Lieutenant Kotetsu stood in the doorway, poking her head in. Reluctantly, Nemu disengaged, letting Ichigo sit up on his own as she returned to her seat as the taller woman entered the room.
Rather than break out a stethoscope or arm cuff, Isane's hand glowed green with Kaidō, which she then swept over Ichigo's body slowly. "No remaining fractures or damaged organs. Muscles are coming along well. No notable abnormalities," As she worked, the lieutenant quietly muttered to herself. After approximately a minute, the glow from her hand flickered out. Cheerfully, she told Ichigo, "Well, it seems you're almost completely healed. Well ahead of expectations, I might add. Your friend, Inoue-san was a great help with that. She even restored your arm. Barring any unforeseen complications, you should be discharged early tomorrow morning." There was a brief pause then Isane added, less self-assured but sounding more genuine, "Um, we didn't get to introduce ourselves last time. I'm Kotetsu Isane, Lieutenant of 4th Division." She gave a brief bow, "It's nice to meet you, Kurosaki-san."
"Uh, yeah, likewise," Ichigo somewhat awkwardly replied. He wasn't really sure what was going on. He wasn't imprisoned and Nemu hadn't been killed while he was out. "Um, what…" He trailed off. In all honesty, Ichigo wasn't exactly sure what he wanted to ask first; he had so many questions.
Isane stared at him oddly before perking up in realization. "Right, you've been unconscious since then so you wouldn't know! Well, it turns out that Nemu's arrest and sentencing were unlawful due to Captains Aizen, Ichimaru, and Tosen, do you know them?" At Ichigo's slow nod, Isane continued, "Right, they killed and impersonated the Central 46, the heads of our government, in order to steal something called the… Hōgyoku, was that it? From within Nemu's body. They've apparently allied with the Hollows and are now traitors to Soul Society." She paused to see if Ichigo was following along, prompting him to nod in understanding. "As such, Nemu's sentence was overturned and the manhunt for the Ryoka has been called off until the Head Captain comes to a decision." Glancing at the door, as though checking for eavesdroppers, Isane leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "Between you and me, I think he'll drop any charges. This whole situation has become such a mess that Soul Society might well rip itself apart if he tries to push the issue."
Seeing the statuesque woman was waiting for a reply, Ichigo glanced at Nemu, who unhelpfully offered a half shrug. "That's good, I suppose. I certainly didn't want to start a war if I didn't have to."
Isane nodded in understanding. "I'm glad to hear that. Still, to go to war against all of Soul Society for the sake of a woman? That sounds like something out of a romance novel. Hey, speaking of," Isane paused as though unsure how to phrase her words properly. After several long seconds of contemplation, just enough for the silence to become awkward, she finally blurted out, "What did you do with Captain Unohana?!"
"I- whuh? You mean Yachiru? We fought. I lost. That's all," He insisted. The Substitute wasn't sure what Isane was asking about. Last he knew, Yachiru was completely fine. Certainly in much better shape than he was, at any rate.
Isane and Nemu both tilted their heads in confusion. "Yachiru? What does the Lieutenant of 11th Division have to do with anything?" Isane asked in bemusement. "No, Captain Unohana. I know you two fought but… well, ever since then, she's had this, this… glow about her. I can't really describe it but she seems more… alive, almost invigorated. I've never seen her like this before. She's just so… so…" While fumbling for words, Isane's eyes wandered around until they lit upon the clock. "So behind! Oh no, I'm so sorry but I must continue my rounds!" In a mad dash, the lieutenant jotted down some notes on Ichigo's file before almost sprinting out the door, leaving behind two bemused lovers.
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An hour or so later, the door opened again, this time admitting all of Ichigo's friends. Except for the two Quincy women, all of them were back in their original clothing (if asked, both Europeans would point out their clothes were destroyed when they fought). And all were happy to see Ichigo awake and mostly recovered. After the perfunctory greetings and checking that everyone was alright, Tatsuki got in a playful jab against her old friend, "Heard you got your ass kicked by the doctor lady. So much for that Bankai of yours, huh?"
Ichigo sniped back, "Heard you got your ass kicked by a five-year-old." Despite his words, there was no real heat in his voice.
"Coming from the guy who was nearly killed by discount Ronald McDonald?"
"Coming from the guy who beat four lieutenants with his bare hands."
"Please. If we fought hand to hand, I'd literally fold you like origami."
"Ladies, ladies," A third voice interrupted their banter, "You're both pretty. Now stop with the dick measuring already. Besides, I beat two Captains, unlike either of you." Bambietta brushed her hair back as she boasted.
"Tied one and ganged up on the other," Tatsuki muttered under her breath.
Ganju spoke up next, "Hey, before you guys get into things, I should tell you all that big sis is hosting a dinner the day after tomorrow. If we're not in prison again, you're all invited."
"A party?!" Orihime excitedly clapped her hands. She hadn't been to a party in ages!
"Yeah," Ganju confirmed. Turning towards Sado, he told the larger man, "And I still owe you that booze too! Don't think I forgot about that." Having already told the Shiba that he was underage, several times in fact, Sado simply said nothing.
Cutting in once more, Bambietta asked, "So did you actually fight Dr. Milf? Or were you impaling her with your other sword? Because I've seen her around and she's got that post-dicking glow."
"Please don't let Unohana hear you say that," Yoruichi pleaded while checking to make sure the woman in question hadn't walked in while they were distracted. "I might not know what it is, but I do know there's a damn good reason that even Kyōraku and Ukitake are afraid of her. If she hears you call her Dr. Milf, I don't know you."
"Could it be because she makes Mayuri look weak as a puppy and twice as nice?" Ichigo volunteered. Everyone turned to look at him, causing the teen to shrug. "I mean, she used a level 90 Hadō on herself just to destroy my Yūrei no Heishi then literally bathed in blood. Yachiru's scary." Unnoticed by the others, Yoruichi mouthed 'Yachiru?' in confusion, her face twisting in though. "Oh hey, when's that Head Captain guy going to make his decision anyway? It'd be nice to know if we're gonna have to make a hasty exit."
Pulled from her thoughts, Yoruichi replied, "Tomorrow some time. I think Yamamoto was waiting for you to awaken so he could get your side. That, or he's just been busy dealing with the Central 46 being dead. Don't envy him for that mess."
Just then, Unohana popped her head in. Seeing her for the first time since their fight, Ichigo could admit she did indeed have a glow about her. She was also much less intimidating when she wore a gentle smile rather than countless liters of blood. "I'm sorry, but visiting hours will be ending soon. I'll have to ask you all to leave. Our patients need their rest." Even her tone was different.
"What? But we just got here!" Candice protested, "That's bullshit!"
"While it's good to be energetic, please remember that the lives of everyone in this building are in our hands. I must ask that you not disturb them." Never mind. She was just as intimidating now as she had been when he fought her. Just in a different way. Everyone quietly excused themselves and left the room, all except Nemu. When the Captain stared her down, Nemu simply gazed back, almost as though she was daring the older woman to throw her out. After several seconds of their silent standoff, Unohana simply nodded in acquiescence. "Very well. You may stay. But do not cause a disturbance." With that, the ravenette turned and left the pair alone once more.
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As Ichigo was getting ready for bed after dinner that evening, Nemu spoke up, "Ichigo-sama? There's something I wanted to share with you."
Looking at her in curiosity, Ichigo asked, "What is it? Also, you don't have to call me 'sama', you know?"
"I insist. You claimed my life, remember? All that I have, all that I am, is yours." The lieutenant paused, trying to find the words she wanted. "More than that, I want to be yours. I had nothing before I met you. But you gave me everything. Everything that made life worth living: Love, family, friendship. That is why," Nemu untied her obi before shrugging off her Shihakusho entirely, "That is why I want to share this with you, Ichigo-sama. To be with you, now and forevermore."
Ichigo's eyes raked over Nemu's nude body. It was hardly the first time he'd seen a woman naked, nor even the first time he had seen her naked. But this time was different. Rather than a matter of circumstance or ignoring social norms, this was a matter of love and desire. Every part of her was absolutely stunning: From her cute little feet to her long legs to her hairless sex to her flat stomach to her heavy breasts to her beautiful face with her deep soulful eyes. If there was a single imperfection, he couldn't find it. In lieu of an answer, Ichigo stripped off his own clothing. Once he was as naked as she, Ichigo swept Nemu into his arms, embracing her as the pair kissed passionately. Their hands explored each other's bodies much like their tongues explored each other's mouths, each pouring their love and affection into every movement. Occasionally they broke apart for air, only to recapture one another's lips after but a moment.
Walking backwards, Ichigo brought them both to the bed. But when they reached it, Nemu pushed him backwards onto the mattress before climbing on herself, her knees on either side of his head as she straddled his face. Enjoying her new assertiveness, Ichigo leaned up and licked at her drooling lips. He didn't know what he expected her to taste like, but the reality was indescribable yet pleasant, causing him to plunge his tongue into her depths. Nemu proved to be a very quiet lover, letting out little gasps or occasionally a breathy moan if he hit a particularly sensitive spot. But this wasn't just about her pleasure, though she greatly enjoyed Ichigo's enthusiastic licking. Gazing hungrily down at her boyfriend's angrily throbbing member, she leaned forward until she was laying flat atop him. The violette wrapped one hand around the base as she licked it from the base all the way to the leaking tip. Planting a kiss upon it, Nemu opened wide and plunged downwards, taking him all the way to the base in one go. The hand holding him steady came away and she instead gripped his thighs.
Groaning into Nemu's womanhood, Ichigo gripped her butt tightly as he redoubled his efforts to pleasure her. Both were clumsy but also enthusiastic, even beyond their desire to make the other feel good. As Nemu bobbed her head up and down his shaft, Ichigo likewise licked up every drop of her nectar his tongue could find. Her delighted wriggling drew Ichigo's eyes to her delicious rump. Unable to help himself, he gives one cheek a light smack. The resulting moan from his lover convinced him to do it again. A slap to the other cheek, harder this time, drew an even louder moan from Nemu's throat, vibrating around his member. And so it went, Ichigo alternating spanking each cheek of her bountiful bubble butt as he licked every square millimeter of her folds, quickly turning her pale cheeks a brilliant red. By that same token, Nemu quickly took to fondling his balls as she bobbed and licked at his member.
In what felt like no time at all, Nemu groaned in completion as her juices soaked her lover's face. The vibrations of her throat similarly sent Ichigo hurtling over the edge, causing him to unload straight down her throat and into her stomach. Both were too dazed from their first orgasm at another's hands to focus enough to prolong the other's pleasure. But after several long seconds of both recovering their senses, Nemu arose, turned around, and knee-walked her way down Ichigo's body until she was straddling his still raging hard-on. Planting herself down, she grinded along his shaft as she stared at him with eyes full of love and lust. "Ready, Ichigo-sama?"
"More ready than I've ever been."
She smiled and lifted herself upwards. Grabbing hold of his base to keep him steady, Nemu slowly lowered herself downwards until at last he was buried completely inside her. Ichigo grabbed hold of her hips and for a time, the two stayed as they were, simply enjoying the feel of each other. But eventually, the desire for more took hold and Nemu started to move. First gyrating in an attempt to feel even more pleasure, she worked her hips and core muscles like a dancer. The need for greater pleasure soon drove her to begin bouncing atop Ichigo's lap. Ichigo tried to sit up, to pull her closer, but she pushed him flat with one hand. "Let me do the work, Ichigo-sama. Just relax and enjoy yourself."
Once he acquiesced, Nemu moved her hands to his lower stomach, balancing herself as she bounced faster. Her braid finally came undone as her speed increased, causing her hair to shake loose and fly through the air with her every movement. The resounding slap of flesh on flesh echoed throughout the room, creating a symphony alongside Ichigo's grunts and Nemu's soft moans.
In time, Nemu's speed increased further. Seeking greater stimulation still, her hands came up to squeeze her breasts and toy with her nipples, flicking and pinching the hardened nubs between her fingers. Below her, Ichigo thrust upwards in time with her downward motions, driving deeper still. As both panted for release, Ichigo's hands moved from her hips to her backside. Unable to hold on any longer, Ichigo loudly groaned as he erupted, painting Nemu's womb white. At the same time, he drove his middle finger up to the second knuckle into her backdoor. The combined stimulation overwhelmed Nemu's brain; white lights burst in her vision and she gave a shrill shriek as she came.
Collapsing atop the teen, Nemu panted for breath. Not that Ichigo was in any better shape. What had just happened had been mind-blowing. Neither could find it in them to move for several minutes. But all the same, ultimately Nemu squirmed as she felt her lover still buried deep inside her. The young woman's movements quickly got him back to full hardness, once more raring to go. With half-lidded eyes, she suggested, "You can be on top this time, Ichigo-sama."
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The next morning saw Ichigo awake first for once, Nemu still asleep atop him, her hair untied and splayed about her back like a curtain. As he blearily rubbed the sleep from his eyes with his left hand (the right refusing to let go of his lover's backside), a patiently amused voice spoke, "I thank you for at least putting up a barrier for the noise, even if you did create additional work for the cleaners." With a jolt, he looked towards the woman he hadn't noticed sitting in the nearby chair. Belatedly, he tries to cover himself and Nemu up, only for Captain Unohana to softly chuckle at his attempts. "There's no need for that. It's hardly the first time I've seen such things. I'm merely here to perform your final checkup before discharging you and escorting you to the Captain's Meeting in two hours."
Unohana rose from her seat and placed a glowing hand over Ichigo's forehead. As she silently worked, Ichigo found himself noting that the woman had leaned over far more than was strictly necessary. The angle was such that as her Shihakusho hung downwards, he could see past Unohana's braided hair and into the deep valley of her cleavage. Despite himself, his erection jumped inside Nemu's womanhood. The violette moaned softly in her sleep and held him tighter. The reminder of his lover's presence caused him to avert his eyes up to Unohana's face, where he caught a mischievous smirk before she pulled back her hand and straightened up once more. "Congratulations, you're fully healed, despite your… strenuous activities last night." Ichigo flushed deeply at the reminder. "I will escort you to the 1st Division Barracks in an hour and a half. Please be ready by then."
"Right, thanks Yachiru," Ichigo answered, still rather preoccupied by Nemu's naked body and countless thoughts swirling in his head.
Unohana paused. "I have no idea what you mean, Kurosaki-kun. My name is Retsu." And with that, she took her leave, leaving behind a confused Substitute Shinigami.
While Ichigo certainly enjoyed laying there in Nemu's embrace, he knew he should get cleaned up and dressed before the meeting. Maybe grab something to eat if he could find a cafeteria or something. Carefully, he tried to extricate himself from Nemu's grip without waking her. For his efforts, he was rewarded with a new hickey as she suckled on his collar bone. Grudgingly, the teen decided the only option was to wake his paramour. With one hand, he gently shook her shoulder and quietly said, "Nemu? It's time to wake up."
The substitute got a reminder of the violette's strength when she merely tightened her grasp further. "Urmff… warm," she softly muttered, nuzzling into his neck. As adorable as she was, it was time to wake up. Releasing his grip on her butt, Ichigo brought it down in a sharp slap on her backside. "Aaahhh~" Nemu's moan made Ichigo even harder than he had been before. Now awake and alert, she asked, "Another round, Ichigo-sama?"
While tempted, Ichigo instead said, "Maybe later. There's a captain's meeting I'm supposed to attend and we should get cleaned up before then."
Tilting her head, Nemu considered his words. He certainly had a point but she was extremely comfortable where she was. After a moment, she asked, "Carry me to the shower?" With a fond smile, Ichigo wrapped his arms around her back and sat up, letting Nemu wrap her legs around his waist. Moving his hands under her thighs, he stood up, both letting out a pleasured gasp as he shifted inside her.
Walking into the bathroom adjoined to his private room, Ichigo was mildly surprised that Soul Society, or at least the 4th Division went for a western shower rather than a more traditional setup. "You know, the shower isn't all that big," Ichigo commented.
With a surprisingly seductive smile, Nemu replied, "We'll just have to get close then, won't we, Ichigo-sama?" Ichigo chuckled at the succubus he had apparently awakened before carrying her into the shower. Thankfully, the water grew hot almost immediately. Once they were situated, Nemu dismounted from him before kneeling down. Reaching out to grab his throbbing erection, she remarked, "This place in particular will need a very." She planted a kiss upon his head. "Thorough." Another upon his shaft. "Cleansing." A third kiss, placed further down, almost to his sack.
The pair would get quite dirty before they got clean again.
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One hour and fifty minutes later, Ichigo and Unohana arrived at the captains' assembly hall. Most of the captains were already present, though only one that Ichigo had met before. "Kurosaki-kun!" Shunsui greeted, "It's good to see you again. I want you to meet my friend, Ukitake Jūshirō, Captain of 13th Division."
The man in question, tall and worrisomely pale, gave a friendly smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Kurosaki-kun."
"Yeah, nice to meet you." Idly, a part of Ichigo's mind wondered if Ukitake was feeling alright. Between his paleness and slightly emaciated look, he appeared as though he had been rather ill recently. "Thanks for helping save Nemu, by the way."
Thankfully, he was spared any awkwardness by the arrival of Yoruichi and Uryū, the latter being carried by the former. Also with him was that tiny captain, Soifong? Whatever her name was, she was glaring daggers into Uryū. "Kurosaki," Uryū greeted.
"Ishida? What are you doing here?"
It was Yoruichi who answered, "Yamamoto wanted someone to represent the Quincy. Everyone figured Uryū was the least likely to piss someone off." At Ichigo's quirked eyebrow, she defended, "I didn't say unlikely. I said 'least' likely."
A gong sounded from somewhere as the Head Captain entered the room. Immediately, all the assembled captains took up their assigned positions and Yoruichi pulled the two teenagers back out of the way. The meeting wasn't necessarily going to start with them so it was best they stood on the sidelines until they were called forward.
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"Now, for the Ryoka," Yamamoto's gravelly voice intoned. At this, Yoruichi, Ichigo, and Uryū stepped forwards. "You have broken into Soul Society, injured hundreds of Shinigami, and killed nearly a score, including a captain." The Head Captain's tone was colder than Tōshirō's Bankai could ever dream of. "However, in doing so, you exposed one of the worst acts of treason Soul Society has ever seen. The slaughter of the Central 46 and the stated intent to overthrow the Soul King himself. Without your intervention, it's entirely possible that Aizen would have pulled off his scheme with us none-the-wiser." Yamamoto paused and took a deep breath before continuing, "For that we thank you. This one time, we will overlook your crimes, barring the death of Captain Kurotsuchi, in acknowledgement of your aid. Furthermore, should you aid us in the coming conflict against the traitors, you will be compensated for your efforts. As for each of you, first, Ishida Uryū?"
"Yes? Sir?" The teenager tacked on the sir somewhat belatedly as he was addressed.
"You and two of your companions are Quincy. While you may have lost your powers, the fact remains that all three of you have the power to destroy souls entirely. However, recent information brought to me by Lieutenant Kurotsuchi has proven that when slaying Hollows, Quincy arrows only destroy the primary soul, leaving any they've destroyed to wander until they pass on or a Shinigami performs a Konsō. Therefore, while we will welcome your aid against Aizen and his potential Hollow allies, you are only to slay a Hollow if there is no chance for a Shinigami to properly purify it. The balance of souls is paramount!"
Grudgingly, Uryū stated, "Without my powers, I have no way of slaying Hollows anyway. But I'm certain the others will agree with your terms." Or maybe they wouldn't. But that would be on their heads.
"See that they do." Yamamoto turned his attention to Yoruichi. "It's clear now that Urahara was in fact speaking the truth a century ago when he accused Aizen. As such, the sentences for yourself, Urahara Kisuke, and Tsukabishi Tessai are officially rescinded. All three of you are free to return to Soul Society and resume your posts as captains if you wish." Though his tone betrayed nothing of his feelings, Yamamoto was hopeful they would accept. All three were among the best Soul Society had ever produced at their given specialties. Not to mention replacing the now deceased Captain Kurotsuchi with someone just as brilliant but with a mostly functional moral compass. Yamamoto was no saint, as the painting he kept to remind himself of his younger self could attest, but had he known of half of Kurotsuchi's crimes, he'd have incinerated the man to ash personally.
"Nah. Not right now," Yoruichi declined. "Maybe after this whole Aizen thing is done with, we'll consider it. But right now, we've got our own plans to enact."
Disappointed, but not surprised, Yamamoto accepted, "Very well. That just leaves you, Kurosaki Ichigo. Yours is a unique situation. Did you know there are three methods to become a captain of one of the Gotei 13?" At his words, Ichigo and Uryū both frowned in confusion. On the other hand, Yoruichi's eyes widened. 'Surely, he couldn't mean to-' "The first is the Captain Proficiency Test, which must be witnessed by at least three captains, including myself. The second is to have the recommendation of no less than six captains and the approval of three more. The final and least used method is Trial by Combat, wherein a Shinigami must slay a current captain in a one-on-one duel witnessed by no less than two hundred members of the captain's division."
"Okay… Not that I don't appreciate the trivia, but there weren't any witnesses when I killed Mayuri. And if anyone was nearby, I doubt they survived that poison gas of his." From her spot in the middle of the trio, Yoruichi barely fought to keep a straight face. 'Oh fuck, Old Man Yamamoto really is going to do it.'
"I'm afraid that's not entirely correct, Kurosaki. How do you think we knew it was you specifically that killed Captain Kurotsuchi? The same drones he used to track you were used by the majority of his division to watch your battle. All told, there were nearly 1,300 witnesses to your duel."
"Oh. But I'm only a Substitute Shinigami? How would I even be eligible?"
Yamamoto sighed. "That is where things become… complicated. The law only states the challenger has to be a Shinigami. As you are a Shinigami and are not a criminal, you are legally entitled to the position of Captain of 12th Division. And all that entails."
Ichigo chewed over the idea in his head for several seconds before asking the, in his mind, most important questions, "If I accepted, would I be able to stay in Karakura and live my life? And would Nemu still be my lieutenant?"
"A captain is allowed to appoint their own lieutenant, though their candidate does have the option of refusing. Furthermore, due to the unique circumstances, your position would be probationary for a period of at least several years, during which time you would have only limited privileges and responsibilities. So long as you keep up with your duties, there's no reason you couldn't live in the Human World during that time." For all the boy and his comrades had caused a considerable headache to Yamamoto and Soul Society as a whole over the last week and a half, it would be best to try to tie them to Soul Society in some way. Even if the boy wasn't particularly well suited to captaincy, he could hardly be worse than Zaraki, or most of the Kenpachis before him.
Ichigo glanced at Yoruichi, silently asking the werecat's opinion. Of those present that he knew, she had the most experience while also having his trust. She gave a half shrug in reply, clearly leaving the decision up to him but at least not having a strong opinion either way. Taking a deep breath, Ichigo replied, "Very well. I'll accept, but only on the condition that if either of us decide I'm unsuited for the position during the probationary period, I can just step down without penalty."
"Agreed. Then Kurosaki Ichigo is officially recognized as the Acting Captain of 12th Division until such time as he steps down, is discharged, or completes his probationary period of ten years." Yamamoto slammed his cane on the ground much like a judge's gavel, adjourning the meeting. 'If nothing else, the boy has a decent head on his shoulders.'
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The celebratory dinner at the Shiba's was in full swing. Besides the two remaining Shibas and the humans, Ganju's friends and a few Shinigami officers were in attendance as well. Ganju would have protested the latter, but even the "Self-Proclaimed Number One Shinigami Hater of West Rukongai" couldn't say no to Matsumoto Rangiku. And she wasn't going to say no to an excuse to drink. And so, she, Hisagi, and Kira were all present as well. She'd tried to bring Momo along too, knowing the younger woman needed to get plastered even more than the other two, but Captain Unohana had been very insistent on letting Momo get her rest.
Bambietta and Candice were busy outdrinking two of Ganju's friends while Orihime was happily chatting with Rangiku, Tatsuki by her side and occasionally interjecting. Sado and Uryū were each slightly more off on their own, neither very good with large gatherings for their own reasons. Kūkaku was laughing boisterously at a story Yoruichi was animatedly sharing. Finally, Nemu was in the same spot she'd been since they had arrived: right next to Ichigo. For his part, Ichigo kept an arm wrapped around her waist. Ever since they had made love, it felt like their bond had only deepened and Ichigo always found himself wanting to touch her in some way. Maybe to remind himself she was still there, maybe to warn off others who might be interested, maybe just because he enjoyed being close to her.
When the two European women proved victorious, Nemu saw a chance she had been waiting for. "Excuse me a moment, Ichigo-sama. I'm afraid I must speak with Catnipp-san and Bambietta-san." Ichigo blinked in confusion but removed his arm, letting his lover get up and move across the room. At the same time, Kūkaku made her excuses to Yoruichi before grabbing Sado and all but physically dragging him out of the room. The werecat, knowing what her friend was up to, merely smiled and moved over to chat with Ichigo. The boy had proved entertaining over his training.
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In an empty room, Kūkaku quickly shoved Sado inside before closing the door behind her. Staring down the teen who positively towered over her, the Head of the Shiba Clan spoke, "I heard what you did for Ganju, well everyone probably did the way he's been regaling anyone who'll listen. Point is, you saved my little brother's ass, multiple times at that. That's not something that a Shiba forgets. More importantly, a Shiba always pays their debts." Sado opened his mouth but was immediately cut off before he could get a word in, "None of that 'I don't need to be repaid' or 'There's no debts between friends' shit either! You'll take your goddamn reward and then we'll be square! You got that?!" Closing his mouth, the giant nodded, curious as to where this was going. Kūkaku nodded decisively back before reaching behind her neck and undoing the knot holding her top up. The two halves fell down, exposing her glorious bust fully to Sado's eyes. "Now, hurry up and get that cock out!"
"I- uh- what?" Words failed the teen. Of all the directions he thought this conversation was going to take, this certainly wasn't one of them. Instead of complying, he stood frozen, staring at the first set of bare breasts he had ever seen in person. They were massive, full and heavy, capped with small brown inverted nipples.
His shock was broken by Kūkaku kneeling in front of him and pulling at his pants with her one arm. "C'mon, I ain't got all night. Get your dick out of your pants and into my cleavage." With a firm tug, she pulled down both his pants and underwear at the same time, only to nearly get smacked in the face by a tanned pillar of meat. "Holy shit! Now that's a cannon!" She uttered, awed to realize everything about Sado was huge. Placing his cock between her tits, the feisty woman pulled out a small bottle from somewhere and upended it over both of them, pouring out a lightly scented oil. Once the bottle was empty, she worked the oil into her skin. Smirking back up at him, Kūkaku demanded, "For obvious reasons," She waved her stump of an arm, "You're gonna have to do the moving. So, grab my tits and have fun."
Hesitantly, Sado took hold of her breasts. They dwarfed even his hands. Giving an experimental squeeze, he found them firmer than he'd expected. Kūkaku let out a light gasp at his actions, but when he looked at her face worriedly, she nonverbally urged him onwards. Doing as the woman said, Sado wrapped her bountiful boobs around his throbbing erection and started slowly sliding them up and down. The delicious friction was heavenly, far better than any time he had masturbated before. There were a couple false starts when he'd accidentally move too far in one direction or another and have to reinsert, but otherwise, the young man was in paradise. Kūkaku's breasts engulfed him almost entirely, leaving only his head sticking out. A fact she quickly took advantage of by craning her head down to give him a lick, making him jump in pleasure.
As he slid her breasts up and down, Sado also took the time to fondle them to his heart's content. Their weight, their firmness, their warmth. Maybe he was biased, but Sado was quickly deciding he just might be a boob man. As his pleasure increased, so too did his speed. No longer sliding Kūkaku's tits up and down, he was now thrusting between them at an ever-increasing pace. "Damn, you're really going buck wild." The Shiba clan head commented in amusement. She knew full well her tits were national treasures, and a cherry like the one currently enjoying them wasn't likely to last long. Though admittedly, he had lasted longer than expected already.
Of course, shortly after she'd thought that, Sado's thrusting became erratic. His pleasure peaking, he let out a grunt as with one final thrust, he erupted. Kūkaku instantly latched onto his cockhead as he fired off one, two, three, four, five hot sticky ropes into her mouth. The bombastic woman swallowed every drop, carefully sucking to make sure she got it all before releasing him with a pop. "Not bad, not bad. Though I'm still gonna want some sake to wash that down."
Panting for breath, Sado stated, "That, that was-"
"Amazing, I know," she said proudly. Not a modest woman at all, that one. "Who knows, maybe we'll do it again some time." With surprising deftness, she tied her top back in place and headed for the door. "Feel free to rejoin the party when you catch your breath. Oh, and again, thanks for looking out for my idiot brother." With that, Kūkaku opened the door and walked out, a sway in her hips and a smirk on her face.
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Back at the dinner turned party, Nemu was quietly conversing with Candice and Bambietta. "HE FUCKING WHAT?!" Came Bambietta's outraged shout, drawing the attention of everyone present. Well, Nemu was quietly conversing. The other two, not so much. After a few seconds, the rest of the room went back to their own conversations, figuring they'd hear about it later if it was important. Much quieter, she continued, "Imma kill him. I'm going to murder him in the goddamn face!" While she was silent, Candice's face was etched in fury as lightning jumped between her fingers.
"I'm afraid that's no longer possible," Nemu refuted. "Ichigo-sama killed Mayuri while I electrocuted his backup brain until it liquified." At her words, both calmed down to a degree. Rather than preparing to go to war against all of Soul Society, again, the pair were looking at her and Ichigo speculatively. In all honesty , the two had taken the reveal of her creator's crimes against their people better than she had expected. From what little she knew of them, anything that left the current room intact was better than expected.
"Sooooo," Candice drawled out, "Why did you tell us? I appreciate the info, don't get me wrong, but you weren't just telling us this for the hell of it." Let no one say she was an idiot just because she spent no less than two hours on her hair every morning (three if it was a really bad hair day). "So, what are you after?"
The lieutenant nodded in agreement at the verdette's statement. "I was hoping I could ask a favor of you two. I'm looking to… broaden my horizons, so to speak." As she spoke, Nemu glanced over at where her lover/captain/everything sat chatting with Yoruichi. Even as she watched, the werecat's younger brother suddenly crashed through the door, shouting about how he hadn't seen her in so long. Which of course prompted the freshly returning Kūkaku, her cleavage still possessing a noticeable sheen, to thump him over the head for breaking her door.
Both women followed Nemu's gaze, giving the newly made captain a once over themselves. With a salacious grin on her face, Bambietta prompted, "We're listening."
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AN: I forgot something important last chapter. That blood rain Unohana did was more than just really cool (and kinda sorta totally stolen from Evil Dead 2013). The more contact she has with the blood her Bankai summons, the faster she heals. By having it rain down, her body is coated and her regeneration is maximized. And frankly, being hunted by a relentless unkillable murderer in a torrential downpour of blood sounds like some horror movie shit.
Weird thing: Initially Ichigo's first time wasn't going to be with Nemu. But then Primordial Vortex (go read his shit) pointed out "He literally invaded another reality for her. She's gotta get the dick."
Yes, Ichigo is technically a captain now. That he's on probation is due to the current situation. If not for Aizen's shit, Ichigo's reward would've been Ryujin Jakka to the face. But Soul Society is now down roughly 25% of their total strength with three captains defected and one dead. So they're not going to throw away a captain level fighter and several more upper lieutenant level fighters. Best keep an eye on 'em and give them reasons to be loyal instead. Like money.
As this marks the end of the arc, it's time for the chapter title sources.
Chapter 6: The World Is Yours by Arch Enemy
Chapter 7: Brothers Unite by Brothers Of Metal
Chapter 8: Face Fisted by Dethklok
Chapter 9: Shiroyama by Sabaton
Chapter 10: Murmaider by Dethklok
Chapter 11: Come Out And Play by The Offspring
Chapter 12: Hero Too from My Hero Academia
Chapter 13: Jesus Must Die from Jesus Christ Superstar (1973)
Chapter 14: I'll Make A Man Out Of You from Mulan
Chapter 15: Ready To Die by Andrew W.K.
Chapter 16: You're Gonna Go Far Kid by The Offspring
Chapter 17: All I Ask Of You from Phantom Of The Opera
Next time on "Vow of the King!": How I Banged Your Mother! And Voyeurism for Education and Entertainment!