… later that day
Yumichika's day didn't go as smoothly as he expected.
Captain Hitsugaya was being absurdly unreasonable, even though it was deserved. Yumichika's hour-late arrival to the meeting really got him on the shit list. He was constantly jabbed at and was given patrol duty, which he had predicted for five nights. Originally it was four, but Yumichika had to be a drama queen about the amount, saying that four is an ugly number. He asked for three, but Captain Hitsugaya would not reduce his punishment. Instead, he gave Yumichika an additional night, making it five. The captain had called Yumichika a weirdo then, which ruffled his metaphorical feathers even more.
He eventually got tired of the constant remarks. Yumichika wanted to explore a garden or browse at a library. Ikkaku wanted to tag along, but Yumichika insisted he go alone and would catch up with him later. He never did. Since there were no gardens nearby, Yumichika spent most of his time at the library. It was peaceful, at least. He bought recommended reads from a bookstore and sought tranquility in a nearby café to read. Sort of. He had to decline a few unwanted date invitations from some persistent women. Whatever that entailed. He would not catch the bait and spend time with ugly floozies. That's what got them to leave. By the third one, who was bolder than the others, he ended up leaving. Yumichika ended up on a park bench, staying there for at least two hours, perhaps longer. He lost count.
It's a little after seven now, and Yumichika is heading towards Hiromi's place, reading the book he purchased. He holds the other in his left hand, inside the bag. It was earlier than she projected, but he had the idea of watching her make the sweet confectionery. Yumichika wouldn't mind helping if permitted. He also wondered what she was making for her dinner. It's probably something scrumptious, like the onigiri she made this morning. His stomach growled from thinking about it. In fact, he had eaten much since this morning. Especially when he was getting over his upset stomach. He's looking forward to whatever Hiromi prepared now. If she even thought of him.
Well, Generous Beauty said she won't be surprised by your visit. So, don't worry about it, he told himself.
He huffs loudly, barely sniffing the air. He pauses in his step and snaps his attention to his right.
The hollow he smelled yesterday was not there.
Yumichika remembered one was around while Ikkaku conversed with Hiromi briefly yesterday. He doesn't recall if the hollow was around this morning. He was too preoccupied with his conversation with Hiromi to notice.
Why isn't the hollow around now?
It's very unusual and a little concerning. He glanced around and even sniffed some more to pinpoint a location, but he found nothing.
Did something catch the hollow's attention?
Yumichika glances up at Hiromi's apartment door, finding it ajar. His heart raced with unease, but he fought against succumbing to panic. He absently bookmarks the page he is on, closes the book, then hurriedly crosses the complex grounds to jog up the steps and rushes to her door.
Upon his approach, Yumichika silently leaned forward. He then heard a voice ... Ikkaku's voice.
What the hell is he doing here?
"Are you sure you'll be alright? I mean, someone snuck into your apartment now."
Confusion contorted Yumichika's features.
"I should be fine now that you checked my apartment. I just don't understand why it's only happening to me."
Ikkaku was silent for a moment before speaking.
"I don't understand it either, and I wish I knew where the fucker is. Because it sounds like you have a stalker."
"Even if it were, they would have grabbed something personal of mine as a souvenir."
"Oh, yeah, like what?"
There was some hesitation in Hiromi's voice before responding, sounding embarrassed.
"Well, if it were a pervert, they would have stolen one of my undies or a bra."
Yumichika didn't have to guess from the silence that Ikkaku was blushing. Shoot, even he was.
"Want me to check your drawers, then?"
There was a light smack, followed by a boisterous laugh.
Yumichika had never heard Ikkaku laugh in such a carefree manner. Sure, he had heard laughter during the thrill of battle and moments of excitement, but this was different; it was unburdened and free.
"Don't be one of them, Bowling Ball."
Ikkaku continued to laugh.
"I was only kidding, Goldilocks. Don't get your panties in a bunch."
"Goldilocks? Whatever happened to calling me by name?"
"Well, if you're going to call me something because of my shaven head, then I should refer to you by your lovely locks."
Yumichika longed to peer inside. He lingered behind the slightly open door, eavesdropping with keen interest. He hesitated to enter and disrupt their conversation, especially since they seemed to be getting along. Their clash yesterday might not have been severe, but it started them off on the wrong foot. Perhaps this was an opportunity for a fresh start. He hoped so, yet part of him didn't. Yumichika desired an ideal relationship with her, not Ikkaku. Reflecting on it, he realized his wish was rather selfish. Hiromi deserves to have friends in her life beyond the arrancar she had befriended.
"I, I guess that's fair," Hiromi replies. Her voice is soft and timid, and Yumichika doesn't doubt she is blushing.
"I'm serious, though. I really don't mind staying the night to ensure your safety and keep you company. Besides, whatever you're making there smells fantastic. I bet it tastes just as good like your ichigo daifuku."
"Wait. You liked it?" Her voice has a pep, ultimately making Yumichika frown.
"Of course I did. It was freaking delicious. I could have easily eaten three more."
"Oh, I'm glad you enjoyed it. If you liked my ichigo daifuku, then I'm sure you'll enjoy my fresh batch. It's persimmons, this time. They're quite tasty, too."
Yumichika can practically feel her smile radiating from her apartment. He wondered if he was even needed here now. Except, he doesn't want to leave. Not when someone entered her apartment earlier today. He had to wonder why Ikkaku had said nothing to him about it the previous day. Maybe he should intrude?
"I'm not really into citrus, but I'll try it."
You don't tell her that! Yumichika wanted to yell.
It was silent in there for a moment. Yumichika strained to hear anything coming from the kitchen, but found it difficult. He would have to step inside to listen to their conversation. Shoot, he would even like to see what they're doing.
"Mmm, oh man, this is really good. You're a brilliant baker, Hiromi."
"Oh, um, thank you."
"Um, do you, uh, mind if I," he paused, as if taking a bite of daifuku. "Request the filling for your next batch?"
"Oh, it will be a couple of days until I make a fresh batch, but sure. What would you like?"
"I'm thinking about the matcha ones you told me about. I know you said they were your favorite."
"Wait. You remembered that?"
At that point, Yumichika had enough standing around listening.
He cautiously steps around the door, peering in to determine Ikkaku's location. Not finding him in the foyer or living room area, he ventures further, tiptoeing with his bookstore bag clutched to his chest. Aware that any sound could betray his presence, he doesn't want to cause alarm. Yumichika carefully navigates along the wall, doing his utmost to avoid tripping over the discarded shoes. In his attempt to step over them, one shoe shifts slightly and lands softly on its side.
~ooo~
From the kitchen, both Ikkaku and Hiromi heard the soft thud of a shoe falling.
Hiromi gazes over at the small hallway, noticing a shadow on the opposite wall. She gulps tightly, barely opening her mouth to call out, but Ikkaku quickly hushes her with a finger to his lips. He protectively stands in front of her, nudging her back, and guides Hiromi to stoop low behind the island. Once Ikkaku knew she was safe from being seen, he cautiously stepped forward and reached for his wooden sword.
Ikkaku approached the small wall between the kitchen and the foyer, listening carefully to where the intruder was. His grip on the wooden sword tightened.
Protect Hiromi, he says to himself, slowly drawing his arm back, preparing to strike.
~ooo~
Yumichika stood motionless, like a statue, in his place after the shoe shifted. The kitchen fell silent except for the living room's wall clock and the gentle simmer of liquid. Suddenly, the aroma hit him—the rich scent of beef broth, scallions, and sharp garlic filled the air. His mouth waters at once. Without realizing it, Yumichika emits a soft, contented noise.
THWACK!
Yumichika lets out a shocked yelp, collapsing to the ground with a vivid red line blazing across his forehead. Tears spring from his eyes as the pain pulses through him.
"Ah! My face! My precious face!"
He vaguely hears footsteps step out from behind their hiding spot to confront him, getting an earful of surprise and anger from Ikkaku's voice.
"What the hell? Yumichika, why the hell are you creeping around, you stupid idiot?" Ikkaku bellows, his wooden sword clutched firmly.
"What did you do that for, you brute?" Yumichika whines, barely touching his fiery red forehead.
Yumichika sniffles as Hiromi's footsteps thunder from behind the counter, circling Ikkaku to reach him.
"Yumichika, are you okay?" She asked, her voice full of concern.
"Do I bloody look alright to you, woman? Don't look at me," he frantically waves his hands at her face. "My face is a disaster! I'm doomed to bear a scar!"
Hiromi gives him a flat look, exhaling a weary sigh.
"I don't see any blood aside from the lobster red impression of Ikkaku's practice sword. And it's just your forehead, you big baby. The swelling will subside once we apply some ice to that oh-so-lovely noggin of yours."
She reaches to take his hand to help him stand, only to be slapped away.
"I don't need your help." He says sharply, then stands to his feet.
Yumichika avoids eye contact with her, mortified that he got whacked in the face and that he was not presentable. The fact it all transpired in front of Hiromi is what he especially detests. He turns his attention to Ikkaku, trying to disregard the electric sensation from their touch. He doesn't see the pain in Hiromi's gaze.
"That really hurt, damnit! Why are you swinging that damn thing around, anyway, you jerk?"
"Why were you sneaking into her apartment?"
"I wasn't sneaking. I was just coming in quietly because I didn't want to disturb you two."
Although, now that he said it out loud, Yumichika was sneaking.
"Henceforth, sneaking. It would have been better to let us know you were coming in, dumbass. Hiromi is having a problem with some asshole coming to her apartment."
Yumichika shoots a look at Ikkaku, then over at Hiromi for confirmation.
"Are you really?"
Hiromi simply nods, avoiding eye contact with him. He doesn't miss the withdrawn yet pained frown.
"They got in earlier today while she was out," Ikkaku started. "I came by to check in on her after a similar incident yesterday. I have already checked the premises and searched her apartment for them and for anything missing. Nothing was stolen from what I can find."
Yumichika sighs from the uneasiness in her eyes. Even her body is rigid despite him and Ikkaku being present. She is no doubt still on edge from having some stranger enter her home. Yumichika would like to find the perp and give them a piece of his mind for scaring Hiromi. He doesn't like the thought of someone threatening her livelihood.
The room felt suffocating, with the heavy scent of sadness hanging in the air. As Hiromi sighed, the weight of the moment settled upon their shoulders, a tangible heaviness that seemed impossible to shake off. The words he longed to say remained trapped within, imprisoned by the fear of saying the wrong thing. His mind raced, searching for a way to offer solace, but each thought seemed inadequate, feeble even.
"Maybe you two should stay for dinner. I could use the company, anyway," Hiromi says suddenly, stepping away from Yumichika to circle around Ikkaku and return to the kitchen.
Yumichika briefly observed her before following. He was stopped by Ikkaku when he snatched his shoulder, squeezing it harshly. A small whimper left his lips from the pressure before snapping a glare at him.
"What the bloody hell is the matter with you, you dumbass?" Ikkaku asked in a hushed voice.
"What are you talking about?"
"Hiromi expressed concern for you, and you had to be an ass towards her."
Yumichika stared at Ikkaku for a moment, suddenly feeling sick to his stomach.
"Wait, I hurt her feelings?"
"Of course you did, you idiot."
"I didn't, I mean," Yumichika fumbled to explain himself, but couldn't think of anything.
"Go apologize to her. I may be rude, but I don't pull that crap. Do something stupid like that again, and I'll knock you one."
Ikkaku releases his hold on Yumichika, going into the kitchen to help Hiromi with dinner.
Yumichika hung back, watching Ikkaku interact with Hiromi as they prepared the dishes. He would caress her neck and brush her hair out of the way. Yumichika wished to believe that Ikkaku was merely offering her comfort, yet the unease in his gut suggested otherwise. The manner in which Ikkaku looked at Hiromi with fleeting glances hinted at a deeper aspect of their "mending" relationship.
Frankly, Yumichika found the idea of his best friend taking an interest in the girl he's beginning to fancy quite unsettling.
They sat in the dining room ten minutes later, silently eating their meal.
Hiromi sat with her back towards a small window, while Yumichika sat to her right and Ikkaku on her left. She watched them eat the miso ramen with beef she made with a slight frown. Her chopsticks twirled at the soaked noodles, barely touching the soft-boiled egg and the vegetables. Hiromi doesn't have the stomach to eat now. Not after what Yumichika said and didn't do. She would have thought he would apologize to her for being an ass but apparently is too proud and pompous to do so. It just showed his colors.
Ikkaku noticed the tension between the two of them. He hated the fact that Yumichika had yet to apologize. He doesn't doubt the awkwardness would go away if he did, and they would be laughing and exchanging stories. But Ikkaku knows Yumichika better than anybody else. He won't own up to his mistake.
This is going to be a lovely evening, Ikkaku says to himself with much sarcasm.
He looks from Yumichika to Hiromi, wondering how he can break the ice. If Ikkaku flicked some broth or even a piece of meat at him, it would probably cause Yumichika to overreact, especially when he is eating with one hand. Yumichika is cradling a bag of frozen peas to his head, soothing the blistering red mark on his forehead. Ikkaku hummed silently as he thought of some topics to get everyone to talk.
"If I wanted to have dinner in silence, I would have just eaten alone instead of having company."
Ikkaku immediately caught the dejection in her voice, even the downcast gaze. He felt an unbearable pang in his chest at the thought of Hiromi eating alone. He doesn't know if it was by choice or something caused this beautiful woman to have such a lonely life. Ikkaku really wants to turn that frown into her signature bright smile. He may have a way of going about it, and hopefully get Yumichika and Hiromi to talk.
"Yeah, sorry, we're not that much of entertainment. It's Yumichika's fault," Ikkaku replies as he points at Yumichika and then takes a sip of water, hiding his smirk.
"What? How is it my fault?"
"Well, you caused the awkwardness."
"Only because you whacked me in the face with that wooden sword of yours. That's twice you embarrassed me today."
"When did I embarrass you the first time?"
"Uh, hello! You tripped me while I was coming into the meeting room this morning. Do you not remember me crashing into the table and getting eggy rice and soy sauce in my hair?"
"I was wondering where the spoiled egg smell was coming from," Hiromi says, still stirring her noodles around.
Yumichika looks at her, his eyes wide. "Wait, I smell?"
"Unfortunately, yes. If you don't mind me asking, but how did it happen?"
"If you must know, baldy over there tripped me, and I bashed my head into the table. That Ichigo kid literally kicked my ass for being dramatic. And called me a girl. It took me forever to pick out grains of cooked rice that were smothered in egg yolk from my hair."
He grabs a small chunk of his hair and sniffs. His nose wrinkles and grimaces.
"Ugh, I really do smell like eggs! I thought those unattractive floozies would leave me alone if I smelled like this."
This caught Hiromi's attention.
"What do you mean by unattractive floozies? Were some women hitting on you?"
Yumichika shifted in his seat and avoided eye contact. He senses a tinge of envy in Hiromi, but he can't comprehend the reason behind it. Or maybe he's reading her facial tick wrong. Although she sounded displeased by the word floozy.
"Unfortunately. They kept egging me to go on a date with them. Whatever that entails."
"That must have been a pun."
He just taps at his nose, smirking.
"I'm actually surprised women were interested in you," Ikkaku says as he pushes his bowl away.
And success, he says to himself.
"Who would not be attracted to such beauty like me?" Yumichika replies with a eulogistic grin and flipping his hair.
Hiromi rolls her eyes. "I think those floozies just wanted to invite you to their home and give you a shower."
His brow quirked, and his lips curved downward.
"Why would they?"
"Aw, such innocence," Ikkaku says, smirking while Hiromi snickered.
"What?"
"What we're trying to say is that with you smelling the way you are, they probably wanted to scrub you clean, get you into their bed, and ... canoodle."
He deadpans before a grimace appeared.
"Ew."
Hiromi pressed her lips to prevent herself from chuckling. Ikkaku didn't care. He let a hearty laugh leave his lungs.
"Ew, because you are not interested in s_?"
Hiromi placed a hand on Ikkaku's forearm, smiling wildly.
Yumichika quickly noticed how Ikkaku's arm twitched from contact. He even saw his hand reach over and gently caress her skin.
"I think we've teased him enough. Besides, I think he understands now."
He just glares at the two, the pink in his cheeks intensifying.
"You two are mean."
"We're just teasing you, Yumichika. These floozies, were they pretty?"
He stared at her for a moment, taking in her lovely appearance and the fuchsia rose camisole that exposed her creamy skin and cleavage. She's apparently extremely comfortable to dress like she is with men Hiromi barely knows. Yumichika wonders if Hiromi is showing herself off for a reason. Either way, Hiromi looks radiant.
Not as pretty as you, Yumichika wanted to say, but refrained himself.
"Does it really matter?"
"Not really, but I am curious."
"Well, stop being curious. I was not interested in them. And it had nothing to do with their looks."
"I know that's a lie. I don't doubt you have some sort of unreasonable standards."
"Well, … maybe. It's not important. They were bothering me while I was reading. Calling them ugly floozies was the only way for them to understand my lack of interest, as they were persistent in ignoring my refusal. One even had the audacity to touch me."
Hiromi tilts her head slightly, a glint of mischief in her eyes.
"Touch you how? Below the belt or above your narrow hips?"
Yumichika's cheeks flushed bright red, and a deep pout appeared on his lips.
"I. Am. Not. Narrow."
Hiromi's lips spread into that cute victorious smirk he loves to hate.
"Then why does everyone call you a girl?" Ikkaku asked as he watched Hiromi and Yumichika converse with a smile.
Yumichika's pout turned into a scowl.
"Shut up. It was below the belt, if you must know. But not where you think," he quickly adds with a pointed finger. "The bimbo touched my inner thigh."
Hiromi stares at him, her lips pressed together, unsure whether to laugh or choose her words carefully.
"She's definitely a floozy, but I wouldn't classify her as a bimbo."
"She lacked tact and intelligence. The only thing she has going for her is the watermelon-sized jugs she calls breasts. She'll put Rangiku to shame. That's what I found unattractive."
Hiromi teasingly smiles. She draws her arms back, pushes her chest out, and gives it a little bounce.
Yumichika and Ikkaku stared at her chest from the movement. Both blushing.
"Oversized jugs are a big turnoff for you? Got it. I guess I don't have to worry in that department."
Yumichika glares at her despite the bright red blush. He briefly glances at her chest, thinking it's the perfect size for her magnificent frame, before returning his gaze to her smiling face.
"And I thought I was vain," he says, a little too loud for her to hear.
Her lips puckered, and she gave him a look.
"Hey, I only flaunt the girls when necessary," she replies. Hiromi tauntingly bounced them again, which made Yumichika's blush deepen, even Ikkaku's, who remained to stare at her bosoms. "So, be nice, or you won't get any of the permission daifuku I made. They're quite tasty, too, since I tried one earlier. Even Ikkaku had one. He thought it was good."
He just pouts because he knows she is just messing with him and being cute about it.
Ikkaku, however, tore his gaze from Hiromi's chest to her eyes. They stared briefly before looking away. Yumichika could feel the charge in the room from their fleeting glances. He glanced at Ikkaku, noting the adoration in his eyes. Even Hiromi had that look. They're smitten.
I think she fancies Ikkaku more than me; he says to himself, discouraged.
"Other than your trip to the bookstore and the ambush of women, how was your meeting?"
Yumichika glances at her, giving Hiromi a knowing yet disappointed look. Ikkaku seemed a little suspicious about it, but won't say anything.
"How would you know about that?" Ikkaku asked.
"Well, Yumichika mentioned about tripping into the meeting room. So, apparently, you two had a meeting?"
"Oh, yeah. It went fine," Yumichika answered, keeping it simple and cryptic.
Ikkaku just stared at him with a frown and crossed his arms.
"I don't think we should keep Hiromi in the dark about this, Yumichika."
"She doesn't need to know anything about what the shinigami discussed. It's none of her business."
"You would think, but Hiromi is involved in all of this. I mean, we saw her with her arrancar friend, and apparently is the one that injured Kaname. Pretty damn impressive for a pretty woman, honestly."
A tinge of pink graced Hiromi's cheeks and rubbed her palms underneath the table.
"So, I was the subject of your meeting?"
"Not the whole meeting. Yeah, we mentioned you being involved but disclosed your name for safety purposes. We were meeting about some developments."
"Ikkaku," Yumichika growled.
"What sort of developments?" Hiromi asked, ignoring Yumichika's displeasure.
"From what we learned, someone leaked information about an arrancar abandoning their position and is amongst the living."
Hiromi blinks rapidly, gazing at Ikkaku in genuine confusion and shock.
"So, there is a mole?"
"Apparently, so. Preparations have been put on hold because of it. Would you know anything about it?"
"Unfortunately, no. This is the first time I'm hearing about it."
"Then your friend Grimmjow wouldn't know anything either?"
"No, he wouldn't. It would be pretty new to him, too. I mean, he abandoned his position and came here seeking freedom. Of course, that Kaname guy found out about him leaving and engaged in battle with him. He believes someone within the ranks might have informed him, but I have my doubts. It could be anyone and on either side."
Ikkaku leaned back in his chair as he and Hiromi locked gazes. He could tell she was not lying about what she told him and Yumichika. Hiromi knows nothing. She is just an innocent woman caught in the middle of a war. He and Yumichika would have to protect her at all costs.
"Did he give you any information about his former comrades?"
"Only who they were. He has specific nicknames for them, too. Some of them are kind of crude, because that's just him. Others are humorous. But I'm sure you don't care about that. If you are curious, there are at least ten Espada members—him excluded, of course."
"Ten of them?"
"There could be more, but don't know how many. I'm only giving you what I know because he won't willingly give that information up if you guys find him. So, I'm kind of his representative."
"So, you won't tell us where he is either, huh?"
"I won't. I promised I would keep him safe from his former colleagues and the shinigami."
Ikkaku stares at her, awed by her unwavering loyalty and fierce determination, and he admires the hell out of it.
"Grimmjow is one lucky guy to have a friend like you, Hiromi," Ikkaku says, grinning wildly. "You'd probably fit right in with us in our division if you were shinigami. You got some real grit, girly."
Hiromi fiercely blushes, rubbing her hands together from the compliment.
"She more so has the personality for the seventh division. Maybe even Rukia's, but not ours. We are the first line of defense and are always ready to fight. I highly doubt she qualifies as a skilled fighter." Yumichika replies with a dismissive wave.
Hiromi and Ikkaku glower at him.
"Wow, what a way to bring her down, you jerk. Don't forget, she got Tōsen to back off."
"She was just lucky_ Ouch!"
Hiromi reached under the table and pinched at his thigh, keeping him from saying more. She glares at him, causing him to visibly shrink, then back on Ikkaku.
"Mind if I ask you something?"
"Of course you can. You have a right to know what's going on."
"Not everything," Yumichika says with a grumble.
"Uh yeah, she does."
"I don't have to know everything that you guys discussed. Is that why you are interested in finding Grimmjow? Information?"
Ikkaku opens his mouth to respond, but Yumichika talks over him.
"Now that is classified. Just keep your nose out of our business, woman."
Hiromi glared at Yumichika while Ikkaku gave him a stunned look.
"Dude, what the hell is with you?"
"What?"
Hiromi's voice deepens as she comments on Yumichika's contrasting attitude from the day before. "You were all nice and friendly with me yesterday, and now you're being a complete ass. Did I do something wrong? Or am I seeing your true colors?"
Hiromi immediately stood, gathering her bowl and Yumichika's, refusing to look at him.
Yumichika watched her leave the table. His stomach churned unpleasantly from her avoiding his gaze, and not providing him with her signature smile. He really should apologize for his behavior and attitude towards her, but his mouth started running instead of thinking reasonably.
"You did nothing except irritate me further with your teasing. I'm already in a foul mood from this morning, getting humiliated twice in one day and having to do patrol duty for the next five nights because I was late."
He wanted to spout that it was her fault for making him late, but he did not want to reveal to Ikkaku his overnight here.
Yumichika got up from his chair as well, following Hiromi to the kitchen but remained behind the island while still holding the frozen bag of peas on his head.
Ikkaku quickly grabbed his empty bowl, following the duo and try calming them down.
"Oh, so you're projecting your frustrations out on me? That's really immature, Yumichika."
"I'm hardly immature."
"Right, because you're better than everyone else in this room."
"At least you got one thing right about me. And wear something more appropriate, for crying out loud. We don't need to see your assets like the prideful woman that you are."
"Whoa, hey now," Ikkaku tried to interfere, putting himself between the two.
"Wow. You must love looking in the mirror because you're just as prideful, you hypocrite."
Yumichika intended to argue further, but something caused him to pause. The scent of a hollow filled his nostrils, and it was strong and much too close to his liking. Even Hiromi and Ikkaku felt the powerful hollow. He looks over the curve of Hiromi's shoulder at the window behind her. He held a breath, waiting for something to appear in his line of sight.
It all happened within a few seconds.
He didn't get to see the hollow, but he heard it. Its tiger-like howl pierced their eardrums. Hiromi squeezed her eyes shut and covered her ears to block out the noise, but wasn't prepared for what happened next. With a blur of white, the hollow landed just outside her apartment, rattling the glass before shattering like diamonds behind her.
"Get down!"
Ikkaku quickly hugged Hiromi from behind and shoved her towards the floor. He used his body as a shield to prevent any shards from touching her, not caring if a sliver lodged into his back or his head. It surprised him she didn't make a sound, just hunkered low with her hands still covering her ears.
When the window burst from the hollow's massive landing, startled screams erupted from above and below them. They heard people rushing around and leaving their homes to check outside of what caused the explosion. Once more, the hollow roared. Only he, Ikkaku, and Hiromi could hear it, and it was right outside her apartment door.
Yumichika stared at the apartment door briefly before turning to Ikkaku and Hiromi.
"Ikkaku! Is she alright?"
He heard Ikkaku whisper to her, questioning if she was okay. Hiromi was silent. That was enough for him to jump into action.
"You look after her. I'll take care of the hollow."
Yumichika popped a soul candy into his mouth, letting his conduit fall to the floor behind him, then charged for the door.
"Wait, Yumichika! You can't_." Ikkaku tried to get him to stop, but it was too late.
Yumichika burst out of the apartment, intending to get rid of the hollow.
~ooo~
Hiromi trembled within Ikkaku's arms, whimpering before collapsing to the tiled floor. A soft yelp left her lips from landing on a shard of glass. Ikkaku hastily scooped her up, came around the island, then sat Hiromi on the counter. He swiftly checked her for injuries and found only a sizable shard of glass stuck in her knee.
He steps away to snatch a nearby towel, coming back within seconds. He is quick, yet gentle enough to pry the glass out. Thankfully, it wasn't too deep, but it bleed pretty good. Ikkaku presses the small towel on her knee, then guided Hiromi's shaky hand to keep it in place.
Concerned, he glances up at her to discover she is not looking at him. She's staring at the floor with widened eyes and stiff as a board. He reached to cup her face into his hands, urging her to look at him. She avoids his gaze, though.
"Hey, look at me."
She doesn't, just remained to stare at the floor.
"Hiromi, talk to me. Are you alright?"
She barely nods.
"Verbally, hon. Are you alright?"
Hiromi opened her mouth to answer but strangled back a cry. The spiritual pressure emanating from the yowling hollow is intense. She can barely speak. Hiromi hunkered shakily, which is a sight that worried Ikkaku. Her hands snapped up and harshly gripped at his wrists, causing the towel to slip.
"Easy."
Her trembling intensified, causing her whole body to shake uncontrollably. Every muscle in her seemed to be tense as if preparing for a fight-or-flight response. Her breathing became shallow and rapid, her chest rising and falling with each shaky breath.
Ikkaku could feel the tension radiating from her, her grip on his wrists tightening even more. He could sense the fear emanating from her, and it pained him to see her in such a state. His heart ached as he watched her struggle, her eyes filled with terror. He knew that the yowling hollow had triggered something deep within her, something that brought back painful memories. He couldn't imagine what she had been through, but he was determined to protect her from any further harm.
With a gentle touch, Ikkaku brushed his thumbs against her cheeks, trying to soothe her. He could feel the dampness of her tears against his skin, a clear sign of her distress. His voice was filled with a mixture of concern and determination as he spoke to her.
"You're safe with me, Hiromi. I won't let it hurt you," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity. "Take slow, deep breaths for me. Focus on my voice."
Hiromi's gaze shifted from the floor to meet his eyes, and she could see the unwavering resolve in his expression. It gave her a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos of her emotions. She clung to his words, finding solace in his promise to protect her.
As Ikkaku continued to cradle her face in his hands, his touch acting as an anchor, Hiromi felt a sense of calm slowly wash over her. Warmth bloomed intensely within her chest, and her belly fluttered wildly from his touch. His presence was a source of strength, giving her the courage to face her fears.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Hiromi replies, her voice soft and relaxed. "I'm okay."
"You had me worried there for a moment."
"Sorry. I forgot how terrifying they can be. I got jumped by a hollow last year. Its energy was so powerful that it overwhelmed me and scared me. This felt eerily familiar."
Ikkaku observed her briefly, his fingers caressing her skin and roving through her soft hair.
"I understand now. But you don't have to be afraid anymore, Hiromi. I will protect you from them."
Their gazes held steady, a palpable tension and an intense spark ignited between them.
"Promise?"
Ikkaku stepped closer, his fingers trailing from her jawbone to her chin, cupping it gently. He tilts her head back slightly, inching closer.
"Promise," he whispered.
Hiromi felt a jolt of excitement, anticipation coursing through her at the thought of his lips against hers.
As Ikkaku leaned in, loud howls erupted within the walls, interrupting the moment. They both jumped, startled by the sudden noise. Ikkaku quickly released Hiromi from his grasp and turned towards the sound, his hand instinctively reaching for his wooden sword.
They saw the source of the disturbance - a group of hollows.
"When there's one, there's always more."
Ikkaku's face hardened with determination as he prepared to fight, but his priority was still Hiromi's safety.
"Stay here, Hiromi," he commanded, his voice firm yet filled with concern. "I'll take care of them."
Hiromi nodded, her earlier fear momentarily forgotten.
"Be careful."
He provides her with a reassuring smile and a small salute.
She watched Ikkaku pop a soul candy into his mouth, jumping out of his gigai and springing into action.
"Oh, yeah! Finally, some action!" He yells, cackling excitedly, then charges out of the apartment with his zanpakutō in hand.
His movements were swift and precise, his unique spear-like sword slashing through the hollows with ease. Despite the chaos, Hiromi felt a sense of reassurance, knowing that Ikkaku was there to protect her. And yet, as Ikkaku fought the hollows, more would appear, threatening him and Hiromi's safety. She watched as several jumped at him from behind, but he effortlessly dodged them yet missed striking them down. Hiromi knew then she couldn't stand around and do nothing as he and Yumichika fought the hollows off. They are swarming the complex.
Hiromi jumps off the island counter to the sideboard where her wooden figurines sit. She flings open a drawer, rummaging through its contents for something.
"Come on, where is it?"
She glances over her shoulder at the raging battle, hearing more hollows descending from the sky and crashing around the apartment complex. Hiromi wondered why they're appearing in swarms. She never experienced this many in one spot since Hiromi lived here. Did something draw them here?
Hiromi can hear Ikkaku shouting, "Ooh, yeah! Bring it on!"
Hiromi understands he is enjoying himself, but if any more hollows appear, the other shinigami Yumichika told her about would come here—even Ichigo. She doesn't need any more of them around. She's comfortable enough with Ikkaku and Yumichika, and Hiromi wants to keep it that way.
She thrusts another drawer open, instantly finding what she was looking for. Hiromi snatches it, and rushes to the door.
Once Hiromi approached her wide-open door, she looked out to see Ikkaku being overwhelmed with hollows. One had its jaw hinged open, ready to clamp its powerful maw on his person.
"Ikkaku!"
Hiromi rushes out. The other tenants have dispersed and are back in their apartments, cowering from the rumbling and explosions around the complex. She can even hear sirens blaring in the distance. Coming her way. She has to act now.
She flings herself at the railing, extending her arm, and holds out an ... air horn?
With a hard squeeze, the horn blares loudly, piercing through chaos.
~ooo~
The hollows that surrounded Ikkaku howled harshly and writhed. They grabbed at their heads, covering their ears, and then quickly retreated into the clouds.
Ikkaku lands on the ground with a harsh grunt, watching as the large group of hollows disappear.
"What the? What the hell just happened? And what was with that horn?"
He glanced around for the source when he heard Hiromi's voice call out to him. Ikkaku looked over in her direction, finding her rushing down the veranda to the stairwell. He would have let her come down if he hadn't noticed a shadow waiting at the bottom of the stairwell. The glint of light gleaming in the moonlight caused a surge of panic. He knew what it was in an instant—a blade, possibly a knife.
"Hiromi, wait! Stop!"
~ooo~
Yumichika bursts out of her apartment, the door swinging wide open with a loud crash. It's no doubt that it caught the attention of other occupants who stood at the railing, staring at the dark ground. To his surprise, no one looked his way or at the apartment. The pillowing cloud of dry earth and chalky dust preoccupied them. He paid no mind to them, though.
Instead, his focus is solely on the hollow. It's massive. The hollow dominated the courtyard of the apartment complex like a freaking mountain of white and was yowling.
Yumichika skillfully jumped onto the railing and launched himself forward. His zanpakutō was already in hand, ready to strike it down. Except he stalled. He briefly took in the features of the creature in front of him. Its face was a bone-white visage, twisted into a snarling, devilish grin. The hollows tiger-like fangs, gleaming with a cruel hunger. Its body was sinewy and bulky, with the hind legs of a Siberian tiger, yet seemed human-like with its muscular arms and chiseled chest.
What in the hell kind of hollow is this? Yumichika questioned.
He couldn't dawdle on his thoughts for long, though. The hollow indirectly attacked and threatened Hiromi. His and Ikkaku's presence prevented a much worse outcome for her. He pictured the woman huddled near the kitchen window, surrounded by broken glass on the floor and embedded in her skin. The thought of her hurt like that made his stomach twist unpleasantly. His clenched fingers trembled as his grip on the hilt grew tighter that they turned white, determined to annihilate the hollow.
He can't let Hiromi get hurt.
Driven by pure determination to keep Hiromi safe, Yumichika prepared to take a swing. He may be facing it head-on when he should attack it from behind, but Yumichika would much rather strike it when it is within his sight. His sickle-like blade pointed squarely down the middle of the hollow, the perfect mark. With a strangled, grunt-like battle cry, Yumichika swung downward. His blade was a silver blur as it came close to the hollow's cranium.
Except, he didn't consider the immense spiritual energy the thing possessed. He didn't even take the time to analyze his opponent. Yumichika's determination to protect Hiromi and to vent clouded his judgment. The hollow effortlessly dodged Yumichika's attack. It materialized to another spot, making Yumichika miss. Somehow, the hollow's grin widens, and cackles.
The hollow releases a blast of spiritual energy, catching Yumichika off guard and causing him to drop to the ground. He was quick to land on his feet in a soft crouch but could not move his body from the pressure.
What the hell? Since when do hollows do that? Yumichika questioned.
"You're a lot weaker than I initially thought, shinigami," the hollow growled. Its voice was deep, low, and cunning. "And to think I was intimidated by you. You don't stand a chance against me!"
Yumichika grunts as he struggles against the hollow's spiritual pressure. "Arrogant much?"
The hollow growls as it stooped low and came eye level, glaring at Yumichika.
"Who charged at me without a strategy, you arrogant fool? And don't forget who you are trying to protect. Now get out of my way! I have unfinished business here!"
Yumichika glared at the hollow, his vision narrow from squinting. He knew who he was protecting and would do just that. He won't allow the hollow to touch Hiromi—if he could. Its spiritual pressure is immense. He could hardly move a muscle. The hollow could crush him at a moment's notice, and he wouldn't be able to avoid it. Yumichika's movements would be sluggish if he even attempted to make a move. But he had to. He must protect Hiromi.
"I will not allow to lay harm on Hiromi."
The hollow guffaws.
"And how would you do that? I am a lot stronger than you, Pretty Boy."
Yumichika snarls, his grip on his zanpakutō tightening.
"Grant me movement, and you'll see what I can do to the likes of you, you ugly freak."
The hollow makes a screeching-like laugh, rearing its head back with sheer elation at the possibility of a fight.
"Wait? Do you actually think you can land a blow on me? HA! Now, that is funny! Let's see if you can, shinigami! If you can catch me first!"
The hollow wasted no time. It materialized, jumping backward just as Yumichika finally moved. He made a swipe at it when Yumichika did, missing his target once more.
"Damnit," Yumichika growls under his breath.
Don't be brash! Analyze your opponent!
The hollow bellows as it floated in the air, and upside down. How can it do that? This is no ordinary hollow. Given its almost humanoid-animal like features, it has to be a class higher than a Menos, Menos Grande or even an Adjuchas. It seems more like on the level of Vasto Lorde. They are more humanoid than any other and stronger. Is Yumichika facing a foe that has more power than he does? No, he can't think of that.
"What's the matter, shinigami? Too slow for you?"
Yumichika answers with a groan, and started after the hollow. Using Shunpo, he swiftly traveled through the air and confronted the massive, repulsive creature.
"Who's slow now, you freaking bastard?"
The hollow's snarl broadens, its almost tiger-like teeth glistening in the moonlight.
"Again, you are no match for me, shinigami."
Yumichika sneers, vanishing from the hollow's sight to reappear behind it and targeted the back of its head.
He would have landed the blow when he heard howls reverberate in the clouds, causing him to pause mid-attack. He glances around, looking for the newest threat to descend on Karakura. His gaze lands on Hiromi's apartment complex, where he finally sees them. A group of hollows crashed outside the complex, causing the ground to rumble and explode from their massive weight.
"Of course, there has to be more," Yumichika groaned.
He would have to make this quick and eliminate the hollow. Ikkaku is looking out for Hiromi. He can't leave her.
At least, he had hoped. Ikkaku suddenly comes running out of Hiromi's apartment and is engaging in battle.
What the hell is he doing? He can't leave her alone!
"What are you doing paying attention to them? Look at me!"
The hollow charges, distracting Yumichika from abandoning his objective to assist Ikkaku.
Yumichika dodges the hollow's fist and attempts a strike but misses.
It really is fast! What the hell?
"You really are slow, shinigami! You better defeat me before I escape! Or better yet, if you don't, I will kill_!"
The hollow is cut short. He roars as sizable chunks of his teeth are flung into the air. One of them was a canine.
Yumichika finally made contact.
He breezed past it and swung again but didn't strike where he should have. Instead, Yumichika landed a blow to its back. Four distinct slash marks ran from its right shoulder to its left hip. The hollow screeched, howling loud. No doubt the others heard it.
"You will not touch her!"
He zeroed in on the hollow's cranium, regaining his motive to annihilate the hollow. His blade would have struck home if it hadn't regained composure and materialized out of his reach.
The hollow glared at Yumichika, its hand covering the missing teeth. It winced from the slashes going along its back.
"Ow! You son of a bitch! You, you, ugh! That was my best tooth, you prick!"
"I'll be more than happy to remove the rest! As I told you before, I won't let you touch her!"
He snaps his zanpakutō in front of him, a determined and furious expression glossed over his features.
"And I won't let you get anywhere near her, either. Split and deviate," he says, his voice clear and firm.
The hollow stared at Yumichika in horror as a strange glow emanated from his blade, and his eyes turned blue.
"No! Wait!"
The hollow began jumping away, causing Yumichika to stare blankly at its retreating form for a second before going after it.
"HEY!" He gripped his zanpakutō, making chase. "Get back here, you bloody coward!"
Ahead of him, the hollow continued shouting.
"No, I'm not ready yet! I have unfinished business! I can't die! Not until I avenge myself!"
Yumichika growls, zipping after the hollow with haste. He can't let it get away.
"Damnit! Come back here, and fight me!"
He suddenly stops from a distant blare of a horn. Even the hollow stopped.
Yumichika glances over his shoulder to the source, discovering the hollows are leaving rather quickly. He watched them ascend into the clouds, retreating to the land of the hollows.
The hollow behind him twitched uncontrollably, cradling its head. It glared at Yumichika, debating whether to attack while he was distracted or escape like the others.
It decided not to attack. The hollow growls, catching Yumichika's attention.
"HEY! Protect her."
Confusion contorted Yumichika's features.
"Huh?"
The hollow glared at Yumichika as a dark opening appeared in the sky.
"Protect Hiromi, shinigami." It says before jumping inside.
"No, wait! St_" He didn't get to finish when the hollow disappeared.
The space between Yumichika and the night horizon is empty. He waited briefly for the hollow to reappear but never did.
The hollow escaped. And left Yumichika confused.
"What? Protect Hiromi? Why is_?"
"Hiromi, wait! Stop!"
Yumichika heard Ikkaku shouting out to Hiromi, and he was panicking.
He quickly glances over his shoulder to the apartment complex, watching Hiromi run down the steps. It was then he saw someone waiting for her. And she was right on top of them. The glint of metal indicated ill intentions. His instincts took over. Yumichika zipped through the air like the wind itself, disappearing in a flash.
Hiromi yells in fright when she sees the stranger in front of her, snatching her wrist. Their arm yanking back to plunge their blade into her stomach.
Yumichika reappears, materializing like a phantom and attacks the shadow. He swiftly kicks their blade away, and the person's grip on Hiromi. She falls backward on the steps with a sharp grunt and yelps in pain. Her distressed sound caused a metaphorical wire to snap. Yumichika's sword aims for the figure's head.
"Don't touch her!"
Except the shadow figure ducks. Narrowly missing the four blades. They make a startled noise as they step backward, whirling in their spot to jump to the next landing and then another to the ground floor.
Yumichika would have gone after them, but Ikkaku was already chasing after them.
"HEY! Get back here, asshole!"
He just had to be vulgar, Yumichika thought as he watched Ikkaku make chase on foot.
Satisfied, Yumichika's zanpakutō returns to its original state, sheathing it away with a hard sigh. He then regards Hiromi, who sat on the steps with a stunned expression, yet there was fear and pain.
"Generous Beauty, you alright?"
She doesn't answer.
He stoops low, examining her for any injuries. The only one he found was the deep cut on her knee that continued to bleed. Other than that, she appeared fine. Except she doesn't look it.
"Generous Beauty, answer me. Are you alright?"
Her lips quivered into a deep grimace, her brows furrowing tightly then gently shook her head.
"What's wrong?"
"My ankle," she whispered, her gaze never meeting his. "I think it's sprained from the fall."
Yumichika silently heaves sighs, his expression going soft.
"Which one?"
"My left."
He glances down at her feet, eyeing her ankles for any visible swelling. There's nothing he can see so far. Yumichika hesitantly grips her left foot, moving it in directions to test for damage. Hiromi flinches slightly when he gingerly turned it to the right. It's slightly sprained, but not bad.
"It's not too badly sprained. A little ice and pain medication will keep it from getting worse."
Yumichika then offers his hand. "Come on. Let's get you inside."
Hiromi hesitantly looks up at him, her grimace deepening with tears prickling the corners of her eyes.
"Someone tried to kill me," she says, her voice quivering and cracking from the realization.
"And I'll make sure whoever made that attempt dies a slow and painful death," Yumichika replies, his voice stern and resolved. "No one harms you and gets away with it."
Hiromi's eyes widen, staring at him from the seriousness in his voice. She felt relieved, and yet afraid. To her, it felt like she is reliving a previous relationship all over again. Hiromi thought she had to be weary of Ikkaku. Turns out, she has to keep her guard up around Yumichika.
Yumichika gently beckons Hiromi to take his hand, urging her to stand. She hesitantly reaches out, taking his hand into hers. Upon contact, Hiromi felt that same pulse within her fingers, vibrating from his touch. The sensation calmed her inner panic, but not her fear.
He helps Hiromi to stand on her feet, immediately scooping her into his arms and carries her up the stairs in silence.
The air horn falls out of Hiromi's grasp, clattering loudly and bounces down the steps. It lands harshly on the landing, forgotten.
~ooo~
From the landing below them, Ikkaku watched the two. The air was heavy with tension, the scent of fear lingering. He could hear their hushed voices, a mixture of urgency and concern. The sound of their footsteps echoed in the silence, reverberating through his thoughts. The dim light cast shadows on their faces, highlighting the worry etched in their expressions.
Ikkaku's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of emotions swirling within him. Anger burned hotly, fueled by the audacity of someone targeting Hiromi. She was a vision of beauty, a delicate soul deserving of protection. It was incomprehensible to him, the idea of anyone wanting to harm her.
Yet, there was an underlying unease that gnawed at him. Yumichika's voice, normally filled with flamboyance and confidence, now carried a new tone of determination and rage. It sent shivers down Ikkaku's spine, unsettling him to his core. He had never heard Yumichika like that before, and it stirred a sense of foreboding within him.
As he stood on the landing, observing the scene unfolding below, Ikkaku couldn't help but feel a deep sense of dread. Something was amiss, a dark cloud looming over their once harmonious world. The weight of uncertainty pressed upon him, amplifying his unease.
Ikkaku vowed to protect Hiromi. Not just from people wanting to hurt her, but also from Yumichika. He knows more about him than anyone. Considering how he acts, and his views, Ikkaku is afraid history would just repeat itself for Hiromi. From the way she looked at him, Ikkaku didn't have to guess Hiromi gone through something that made her see Yumichika differently. He doesn't want her to be afraid of him. But Ikkaku also wants her to be cautious of his friend.
He sighs heavily then started up the steps. There are a lot of questions swarming his mind about tonight's events. And one of them is the air horn. Ikkaku quickly bends to snatch it from which it laid, eyeing it carefully.
Hopefully the questions he has will ease this unbearable feeling in his chest. Something is brewing. And he needs to figure out what it is before things take a drastic turn.
Update 08/02/2024
Chapter Rewrite
I had a different plot idea pop into my head instead of what I had before.