Chapter 9: If you can't handle me at my worst, then you don't deserve me at my best

A/N #1: Apologies for the delay. I started work on this in May and wanted to get it out by June, but I had caught a case of Pneumonia during a trip to Nashville.

A/N #2: Seriously y'all, I'm studying to be a teacher and these questions I'm asking you all are practice for me.

Swinging his blade slowly, Sensara's eyes were closed, focusing on naught but the swing of his blade and the breathing in the corner of the cavern. Hearing their breathing shift, he'd swing his blade one last time with the slightest bit of force, cutting through a boulder. Letting his blade fade into the air, he'd make his way to the hot springs, preparing to wash the sweat from his body as she woke up. Walking back into the small cavern she lay within, he'd walk in to see her looking befuddled at herself under the sheets. "You fell asleep after 30 minutes." She'd look up at him, suddenly looking like a deer caught in the headlights with a blush crossing her cheeks as she came to the realization that he was confidently walking around nude with water droplets giving her eyes a guided tour of muscles so nicely shapen that claiming they were cut from stone would be putting his body to shame. "Yeah, you came thrice and promptly fell asleep. I had to wash you again and put you to bed." "W-Well was it at least good for you?" "No? I mean I'm fine with eating you out, but you passed out before I could put it in." "Your penis?" "No, my tongue. Look, if you're going to be this premature, then you'll need to improve your libido, because I promise you. I've only just done the beginnings of the bare minimum, and I am a rather attentive person." He'd wink at her before making his way to the pile of clothes that he had forgone the night prior.

Dressing himself as she sat there, still partially covered by the sheets, she'd finally start to move as he put a shirt on, covering up those muscles from her hungry gaze. As though waking from a horny dream, she'd snap up before jumping to her feet, pulling the covering with her. "What time is it?" She'd ask him as she made her way to a smaller closet-looking inlet. "Half past noon. I've already pilfered some supplies from the nearby storage rooms." "And which would those be?" "The ones above us." He had a gentle smirk adorning his face as he made his way out into the open cavern. Letting his clothes reform into the dark military garb he had been wearing before, Sensara would turn to look upon Yoruichi as she walked out, gnawing at a strip of jerkey. "So, what's the agenda while we wait for her execution date?" Glancing back at him, she'd ask, "You don't want to break her out earlier?" "I made a promise to Byakuya, and I'm hoping he comes to the correct conclusion." Walking past him carrying a stiff looking training dummy, she'd say, "Then there's really only one thing left to do and that's to get you-" "I already have Bankai and I'm not giving Kisuke any extra data on me." Once again looking bewildered, her jaw would slowly lower as he walked closer, that same smirk on his lips. Pressing his finger to her chin, he'd close her mouth before patting her shoulder. "How?" He'd hear her whispered question before answering her, "You know, I did forge my own asauchi, right?" "What? How?" "Oh, well I smelted down some asauchi and reforged them to fit my required parameters. Of course, this did mean that I could change the rules my Zanpakutō follow. And to that end, I removed the ability to gain Bankai through subjugation, merely relying on comprehension and acknowledgement. But really, a can do attitude can solve anything when I'm trying to receive acknowledgement from myself."

Finally processing what he said, Yoruichi would hold her hands to his face to stop him from speaking further. "There you go again. This is the third time you've said something that couldn't possibly be true for someone your age." Raising an eyebrow, Sensara would lick her hand, causing her to jump, retracting her hands from him. "I take really good care of my body." He'd say, obviously making a joke of her comment. "Just how old are you?" "Didn't you read Kisuke's report on me?" "How did you know about…" She'd start before stopping herself. "You know what?! No, we aren't getting distracted by that. How old are you? The process of acquiring Bankai as you have described it would take an exponentially longer process than the standard route. There's no way you're old enough." Giving her an evil smirk, he'd be completely honest when he said, "Well I did gain bankai fourteen million years ago." He'd look at her with a shit eating grin at this faux-joke. Staring back at him was a face that said she was very close to punching out that grin. Dropping the smile, he'd look at her with scowl. "Fine, it was fourteen million eighty two thousand, and seventy three years ago." Catching her fist, he'd say, "Which honestly wasn't that long ago in the grand scheme of things. I mean you really start losing track after you pass a trillion." Freezing as she finally processed his words as possibly being more than a joke, she'd quietly ask, "What are you?" Stepping away from her, Sensara would spin about before, with a fanciful bow, said, "Greetings, agile mortal. This divine being bares the title of Sensara."

An hour later, after Yoruichi has stopped trying to kick Sensara's ass

Still with that simple smirk across his lips, Sensarahad spent the last hour efficiently dodging her attacks, avoiding her by mere millimeters each time. "So, are you done venting?" "Venting?!" "Yes, venting. You're attacking me for being honest with you. How else am I supposed to take it?" Pinching the bridge of her nose, she'd inhale deeply before letting out a sigh. She had worked up quite the sweat trying to attack him while we was still pristine. "A god?" "Technically the term is a True Divinity, but yes, I can be called a god." "What's the difference?"She was still looking annoyed with him. "Well, gods need worshippers and I don't." "So you're like an unknown god?" "Oh, no, I'm more well known than most gods. It's just that the name they know me by isn't Sensara." "So what name do people know you by?" "Mortality, Illness, war, stavation, dehydration, physical trauma, suicide, a lot of names really." Seeing her confused look, he'd elaborate. "I am the True Divinity dictating Death. I am the cause of death in all of existence." Taking several moments to collect herself, she'd then ask, "So you're like the god of the dead?" Chuckling, he'd say, "Not quite. I am the god of those who will die or are dying. I am The god of Death." "So, what is The god of death, someone completely unrelated to the afterlife doing getting involved with the afterlife then?" Raising an eyebrow at her, he'd say, "You know, I guess you shinigami would know about my influence on this world after all." "And how is that?" "I AM the balance of life and death, hun. Within my domain is the cycle of reincarnation."

Having stepped back after saying that, Sensara would roll his neck, cracking it as he made to walk off. Stopping at her voice, he'd hear her ask, "Is that why you're here? Are you not content with that?" Shaking his head, he'd say, "If you'd asked me when I was younger, I would have said so." "And now?" "What can one man do when his existence is paramount?" Reaching out to place her hand on his shoulder she'd ask, "Are you okay?" "I have lived a life too long for mortal minds to withstand and mortal will to withstand." Rolling his shoulders, he'd let out a shaky sigh, as though dropping a weight from his shoulders before Yoruichi would be picked up by an invisible force. Encircling her hips gently as he walked away, and pulling her after him, he'd speak in a somber tone, telling her, "Once you can see it, I'll tell you more about myself. Until then, we have work to do."

Four days later, the day of the execution

As the procession came across the bridge, a shadow would loom overhead, the words and actions of an intruder holding the hearts and minds of many of captains in attendance for this day of execution, as they walked to the execution stand with naught but resigned glances amongst themselves, they'd suddenly stop. What they saw was a sight most bizarre. There upon the execution stand was the shadow of a deer. Watching them, its glowing purple eyes seemingly apprehensive as they twitch slightly. Suddenly closing its eyes, it would shake its head, acting affectionately as a hand suddenly manifests, petting the shadow. From that hand formed an arm and from that arm a body. Soon, Sensara stood before the procession, his attention fully on the deer, with his back mostly to them. Pulling out a small pouch, he'd reach in and retrieve some oats for the deer feeding it as his hand ran against its fur. Patting its side once it had finished eating the snack, the deer would dash out of view, fading into the shadows of the stand.

"So at last you arrive, here to discard your remaining vestiges of honor by condemning and executing the innocent at the behest of the corrupt." Holding her hand up in a clawing motion, he'd swipe it away as suddenly all the guards around Rukia were thrown to the side until they impacted something solid, what that was he cared not. Stepping forward, he'd begin again. "The innocent do not abide by the corrupt, the just do not abide by the wrong. The righteous do not abide by the truth seekers. The strong do not abide by the innocent. The sinner shall be freed and shall relinquish itself to be judged." With every step he spoke. With every step, the bass in his voice rose. With every step, his words pierced the hearts of the wronged. Until suddenly he stood before Yamamoto and he said, "Be freed from your prison. And commit to your sentence." Suddenly, the guards at the very back, those that had been carrying the Sokyoku began to panic as the bindings holding the halberd were coming undone of their own accord. As everyone turned to gaze upon the scene occurring, they would hear Sensara's voice. "It is time you were punished for condemning the wrongly guilty. I will be freeing two prisoners on this day."