As he neared the boutique, Tokinada's steps quickened slightly. He pushed open the front door, the familiar jingle of the bell signaling his entrance.
He swept his gazed around the shop, his eyes searching for the figure of his fiancée.
Tokinada's eyes finally settled on a familiar figure, Ayame standing near one of the shop's mannequins, adjusting the hem of a garment. It seemed like she had already finished her fitting. She looked up as he approached, her expression briefly flickering with surprise before she schooled it into a neutral one.
"Tokinada," she greeted, her voice cool but polite. "You're back."
Tokinada's eyes gleamed with amusement as he looked at her, his usual smirk twisting his lips.
"Indeed I am," he replied, stepping closer to her. "And I trust you missed me terribly?"
As Ayame watched Hisana and Byakuya leave, Yoshitora snuggled comfortably in Natsu's arms now, clearly content on the attention he got from Hisana, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness and longing.
"They look happy together," she said quietly, her eyes lingering on the departing figures of the married couple.
As Ayame reflected on the conversation she had just had with Byakuya, she felt a flood of embarrassment wash over her. 'What was I thinking?' she thought, mentally cringing at her own words. 'Flirting with him? Saying all those outrageous things? Maybe I am going crazy...'
She huffed softly, shaking her head slightly.
"What's wrong with me?" she muttered to herself, "Flirting with him? Telling him I could help him loosen up? What's gotten into me? I must be losing my mind..." She looked down at Yoshitora, who stared admiring the dark color of his mother's hair, "You don't think mommy lost her mind, right?" she asked him jokingly, but her voice held a hint of genuine concern.
Tokinada, who had been quietly watching the scene, chuckled at Ayame's words, "My, my," he said, stepping closer. "You really seem to have lost your composure today, my princess bride. Talking about helping men 'loosen up'?"
"Oh, shut up," Ayame's face reddened slightly as she heard Tokinada's taunt. She said, a hint of irritation in her tone. "I was just joking. I didn't mean any of that. It just...slipped out."
Tokinada's smirk widened as he watched her flustered reaction.
"Just slipped out, huh?" he said, his tone laced with suggestion. "I wonder what else could just... slip out of your mouth when you're feeling especially loose."
"You are incorrigible," Ayame rolled her eyes, her annoyance increasing at his teasing. She replied, her tone dry. "Always insinuating things and making suggestive remarks. Can't you ever behave yourself?"
"Oh, my sweet Ayame." he drawled, his voice dripping with feigned innocence. "Where would be the fun in behaving myself? It's much more enjoyable to provoke you and see that adorable blush on your cheeks."
"You really are hopeless," She muttered, Ayame's cheeks flushed further, a mix of annoyance and embarrassment washing over her. "Can't you ever talk normally without turning every conversation into a game of wit and sarcasm?"
"Where's the fun in that, princess?" he teased. "You're so much more interesting when you're flustered and annoyed, like a little bird that's ruffled its feathers."
"You really are impossible," Ayame said with a sigh, not quite able to hide the hint of affection in her voice. "Always enjoying my distress."
"Oh Aya, you know me too well," he said, his tone light but laced with darker truth. "I do enjoy seeing others in distress, experiencing moments of weakness and disarray. As you know, It amuses me, seeing people lose their composure and reveal their true selves. You, on the other hand, are an exception."
"Hmm, except for me, you say?" Ayame raised an eyebrow, skepticism written on her face. She echoed, "You do realize that I have a hard time believing that, don't you?"
Tokinada's expression fell from his lips, replaced with an unexpected tenderness. He took a step toward her, his eyes meeting hers with an intense gaze.
"You, my dear princess," he began, his voice softer than usual. "Despite your sharp tongue and sharp slaps, you are an exception. You challenge me, you defy me, and yet, you see through me in a way no one else does. It's as if you can see the real me behind the facade. That's why I cherish you."
Tokinada reached into the pocket of his kimono, pulling out a small box.
"As our wedding draws closer," he said, his voice a bit huskier than usual. "I wanted to give you this."
He opened the box, revealing a stunning gold ring with a small emerald as its center.
"A small token of my appreciation," he continued, his eyes locking with hers. "And a promise of the future to come."
"It's... beautiful," As Ayame gazed down at the ring, a small gasp escaped her lips. Despite her usual composure, a wave of genuine surprise washed over her. She finally managed to say, her voice quiet. "And a promise, you say? What exactly are you promising, hmm?"
Tokinada chuckled softly, the corners of his lips twitching in a smirk. He brought her hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it, his gaze not leaving hers.
"Why, princess," he replied, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "I'm promising a life of surprises, challenges, and perhaps a spell of mischief. After all, our lives together will never be dull, of that I assure you."
Ayame's breath caught in her throat as she felt the warmth of his lips on her skin, a shiver running down her spine. She swallowed, composing herself.
"Mischief, you say?" she asked, a hint of a smile tugged at her lips. "And here I was hoping for a peaceful, quiet life with a well-behaved husband."
"A quiet, peaceful life?" Tokinada chortled at her words, the sound deep and velvety, his eyes glittering with amusement. "With me? My sweet princess, you truly are living in a fantasy. I guarantee you, our lives together will be anything but peaceful and quiet. I thrive on chaos and excitement. Can you handle that?"
"I'm not as fragile as you think," Ayame met his gaze steadily, a spark of challenge in her eyes. She said, her voice firm, "I can handle your chaos and excitement. I wouldn't have agreed to marry you if I couldn't, remember?"
Tokinada's smirk grew wider as he saw the determination in her eyes. He admired her resilience and spirit, two traits he found intriguing and attractive.
"Of course, I remember," he said, his voice filled with a mixture of mockery and genuine respect. "You're a strong woman, princess. But I promise you, I will push your limits, challenge you, and make you want to scream in frustration... and in pleasure."
Her eyes widened slightly at his last words, a blush creeping up her cheeks despite her attempts to remain impassive. She cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure.
"You seem very confident in your abilities," she said, her voice a tad shaky. "But I assure you, I can handle whatever you throw at me, Love."
Tokinada leaned slightly closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he murmured his suggestion. He whispered, his breath warm against her skin, "How about a stroll in the garden park? It would allow us to have a private conversation away from prying eyes."
"Watch him, Natsu," Ayame said, her voice barely concealing her eagerness to take up Tokinada's suggestion.
Tokinada extended his arm towards Ayame, a gentlemanly gesture that contrasted with his usual cocky demeanor. A small smile playing on his lips. He said, "Shall we?"
Ayame placed her hand hesitantly on his arm, a faint blush on her cheeks. She had to admit that the gentlemanly gesture looked good on him.
Her voice barely above a whisper, she replied, "We shall."
As they walked, Tokinada led her down a winding cobblestone path that wove through the garden's foliage. The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers and the soft rustle of leaves. The peaceful setting provided them with a moment of solitude, away from the hustle and bustle of the boutique.
"I do enjoy having you all to myself," Tokinada murmured, his tone fond. "No distractions, no interruptions... just us."
As they continued their stroll, Ayame found herself enjoying the peaceful atmosphere. The gentle breeze, the sweet fragrance of the blossoms, and the sight of the garden's vibrant colors surrounding them helped to calm her nerves slightly.
A comfortable silence fell between them as they walked, broken only by the occasional bird's call or the distant murmur of conversation from the boutique. Tokinada glanced down at her, his gaze appreciating her beauty amidst the garden's splendor.
His steps slowed as they reached a small secluded part of the garden, a small bench placed underneath a tall tree. Tokinada gently guided her towards the bench, gesturing for her to sit down. Once she was seated, he took a seat next to her, his proximity making her pulse quicken.
As they sat on the bench, Tokinada's eyes flicked from the garden scenery back to Ayame. His gaze held a hint of smugness as he observed her reaction to his closeness.
"Comfortable?" he asked, his voice soft and teasing.
Ayame took a steadying breath, silently cursing her body's reaction to his proximity.
"Yes, I'm comfortable," she replied, her voice slightly shaky but defiant. "Don't get any ideas."
Tokinada halted, his excitement building at her defiant tone. He leaned closer, their shoulders touching, and took her chin in his hand, tilting her face to meet his gaze.
"I always have ideas, princess," he murmured, his voice low and suggestive. "You should know that by now."
Ayame's eyes flared with heat as he held her chin, his touch sending a tingling sensation down her spine. She swallowed, struggling to keep her voice even.
"And what sort of ideas do you have in mind now?" she asked, trying to sound indifferent.
Tokinada's fingers slowly released her chin but continued to gently caress her jawline, his touch sending small sparks of electricity through her. He leaned even closer, his eyes holding an intense, almost predatory gleam.
"Oh, just a few, innocent ideas, princess," he teased, his lips hovering just inches from hers. "Nothing you can't handle, I'm sure."
A shiver ran down Ayame's spine at his words, her breath catching in her throat. She struggled to maintain her composure, but the nearness of his lips was making it increasingly difficult.
"Nothing I can't handle, you say?" she managed to say, her voice a little hoarse.
Tokinada smirked, fully enjoying her reaction to his proximity. He leaned in a little closer, his breath warm against her cheek.
"Oh yes," he murmured, his tone a silky whisper. "You are a strong woman, princess. I have no doubt you can handle anything I throw at you. But I must admit, I do enjoy seeing you at a loss for words like this."
Ayame's heart pounded in her chest, the heat of his breath fanning the flames of her nerves. She desperately tried to form a coherent thought, but all she could focus on was the nearness of his lips, the way his touch sent a shiver through her.
"You're enjoying this far too much," she muttered, her voice a mixture of annoyance and desire.
Tokinada's smirk widened into a full-blown grin. He enjoyed every moment of this, relishing the way her body responded to his closeness, the way her voice wavered.
"Of course I am," he admitted, his tone laced with unapologetic amusement.
Ayame cursed internally as she felt her resolve crumbling under his intense gaze. She wanted to remain cold and indifferent, but it was becoming harder and harder.
"You're outrageous," she muttered, her eyes flickering between his lips and his eyes.
Tokinada exulted at her words, the sound deep and rich. He shifted even closer to her, his hand moving to lightly caress her jawline again.
"I prefer the term audacious," he corrected, his voice a velvety murmur. "And, Aya, You are quite delightful when you're off balance like this."
Unable to resist any longer, Tokinada closed the remaining distance between them, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. It started softly, almost tenderly, but quickly deepened, his hand sliding from her jawline to the nape of her neck, gently keeping her close.
Ayame's initial surprise quickly melted away, her body responding instinctively to his kiss. She found herself leaning into him, her hand lifting to grip the front of his shihakushō. Their mouths moved together in a passionate dance, each kiss fueling the growing fire between them.
Tokinada deepened the kiss further, his hand on her neck pulling her closer. He relished the way she responded to him, the way her body pressed against his. Without breaking the kiss, he pulled her into his lap, his arms encircling her slender waist, holding her tightly against him.
Ayame gasped at the suddenness of his movement, but didn't protest. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck, returning the kiss with equal passion. The feel of his body beneath hers, his arms encircling her, sent a wave of heat through her, her hands digging into his hair.
Just as they were both becoming lost in each other, a polite cough interrupted them. Startled, Ayame and Tokinada both snapped their heads in the direction of the sound.
Standing just a few feet away from them was Captain Kyoraku Shunsui, an amused smile on his bearded face.
Ayame's cheeks flamed with embarrassment as she realized they had been caught in a rather compromising position, her body still cradled in Tokinada's lap. She felt a mixture of mortification and irritation as she stared at the Captain, his expression clearly stating that the man knew exactly what he had witnessed.
Tokinada, on the other hand, didn't look at all displeased. He merely tilted his head, a smirk playing on his lips.
Shunsui chuckled at their reaction, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He leaned against the tree behind them with an air of nonchalance, his arms across his chest. He walked closer, and stopped just a few paces away from them.
"Well, well," Shunsui began, his gaze shifting between Ayame and Tokinada, "This is a rather interesting scene to stumble upon."
Shunsui tilted his head, his eyes lingering on their intertwined forms for a moment before meeting Tokinada's gaze.
Tokinada's smirk didn't waver under the captain's gaze. He merely gave a nonchalant shrug, his arms tightening around Ayame in an almost possessive gesture.
"Captain Kyoraku," He greeted, his voice smooth and unperturbed, "To what do we owe the pleasure of my old classmate and accuser?"
Shunsui chuckled softly, his eyes glittering with humor. "Why, I was merely taking a stroll, enjoying the scenery. Never expected to stumble upon such... An intimate moment."
Ayame fidgeted uncomfortably as Shunsui's words hung in the air. Her skin was flushed a deep shade of crimson, the heat of embarrassment radiating from her. She attempted to move from Tokinada's lap, but his arms refused to loosen their grip around her waist.
"We weren't-" she started to protest, but stopped herself as she felt Tokinada's hand squeeze her firmly.
"No need to explain yourself," Shunsui interrupted, his tone light and conversational. "Though you should be more wary about where you choose to have your intimate moments."
Tokinada, his smirk widening, responded, his tone carrying a hint of mockery. "My old classmate Shunsui, So how are the romantic escapades with your female subordinates? Going? None of them found themselves with a 'little Shunsui' yet?"
Captain Shunsui, ever the nonchalant, merely chuckled at Tokinada's jest. He shook his head as if in mock disappointment. "Now, now, Tokinada, you know I have more self-restraint than that. Unlike you, I have no intention of causing any scandal within the ranks."
He paused, his eyes drifting to Ayame, who was still seated in Tokinada's lap, her face blushing fiercely. Shunsui's tone took on a more playful tone as he continued, "At least, not in public."
Tokinada, never one to let an opportunity for teasing pass, could not resist the chance to poke at Captain Shunsui's weak spot. His gaze shifted to Shunsui, a knowing smirk on his lips.
"Ah, but what of your impressionable young niece, Nanao-chan?" He asked, the smugness evident in his tone. "I'm sure she's learning a lot from her uncle's...escapades."
Shunsui's smile wavered slightly at the mention of his niece, but he quickly regaining his composure. "Ah, my little Nanao-chan, " he responded somewhat defensively, "She's not one to be easily swayed by gossip or indiscretions."
But Tokinada was just getting started. A sly look crept into his eyes as he continued his taunting. "Oh, I'm sure she's not. But isn't she quite the diligent and observant young lady? I wonder if she's keeping a watch on you, making sure you're not... misstepping."
Shunsui's amusement clearly turning to irritation, but he managed to keep his tone even as he replied. "My relations with women are none of your business," he responded briskly.
Tokinada, however, was enjoying this exchange a tad too much. His smirk only widened as he continued his needling.
"Oh, I have no doubt," he agreed, his tone filled with false sincerity. "But you know young women. So impressionable. It wouldn't take much for the wrong idea to get into her head."
Shunsui's patience was clearly running thin. He shot Tokinada a warning glare, his voice tinged with irritation. "And what is that supposed to mean?" he asked, his tone sharp.
Tokinada shrugged carelessly. "Oh, nothing in particular," he replied, his tone dripping with feigned innocence. "I'm just saying that young ladies like Nanao-chan can easily be influenced. After all, it's not a secret that you have a fondness for... younger women."
Shunsui's jaw tightened as the conversation continued to take an uncomfortable turn. He glanced at Ayame, who was still seated in Tokinada's lap, the embarrassment clearly written all over her face.
Tokinada, seeing that he had touched a nerve, smirked and decided to push further. "Ah, speaking of impressionable young women," he started, his eyes flickering meaningfully towards Ayame, "I have to say, my soon to be wife here certainly fits the bill."
Shunsui's gaze flicked between Ayame and Tokinada as the two exchanged a look. He took note of Ayame's flushed cheeks and Tokinada's smug expression, an uncomfortable feeling settling in his gut.
He was about to change the direction of the conversation when Tokinada spoke up again, his tone mocking. "Isn't that right, princess?" He chuckled, his hand resting possessively on Ayame's hip.
Ayame, fed up with Tokinada's insolent behaviour and the embarrassing situation they were in, reacted on instinct. In a swift, fluid motion, she slapped Tokinada hard across his cheek, the sound of her palm meeting his skin ringing out in the quiet garden.
Tokinada's head snapped to the side from the force of the slap, surprise and excitement flashing in his eyes for a second.
Shunsui watched the exchange with wide eyes, taken completely by surprise. He hadn't expected this sweet lady, he had known for years, to react in such a manner, especially directed at someone like Tokinada.
Tokinada, on the other hand, didn't seem fazed at all. In fact, he looked almost pleased, a sly smile gracing his features as he touched a hand to his now-reddened cheek.
"My Aya, what a backhand you have," he said, his tone almost amused.
Ayame, her initial anger not yet spent, spoke up for the first time, her voice firm and resolute.
"Tokinada," she said, her sharp gaze meeting Tokinada's amused eyes. "That's it! I'm not your plaything! I'm your second wife and mother of your son! Get that in your head!"
Tokinada, his smirk never faltering, leaned back in his chair, the words rolling off his tongue like honey laced with poison.
"Oh, You're wrong there." he purred, his voice dripping with feigned affection, "You're far more than that. You're not just a second wife... you're my love."
Ayame, not convinced by his words, shot him a skeptical look. Her voice held a hint of sarcasm as she replied, "Your love? Don't make me laugh, Tokinada. You don't know the meaning of the word."
Tokinada's smile widened, as if enjoying the challenge. He leaned in closer to Ayame, his voice dropping to a silky murmur.
"Ah, but that's where you're wrong," he said, his eyes locking onto hers. "I did discover the meaning of love through you. Or at least, a twisted version of it."
Ayame, her decision clear, rose to her feet, her tone firm and icy.
"I'm going home," she said, "and I'm taking our son with me."
She turned on her heel, her shoulders squared, refusing to look back. Without waiting for a response, she walked towards the exit of the garden park, her attendant Natsu meeting her there.
Shunsui's expression finally hardened, his usual laidback demeanor replaced by a look of deep concern.
"Tokinada," he said, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "You're playing a dangerous game, marrying Ayame. I'm surprised the noble elders are allowing it to happen."
Tokinada chuckled, his smirk turning a touch cruel. "Why, of course they're allowing it," he said, "I seduced her and got her pregnant, after all. That's all it took for them to agree. The nobles are more concerned about power and saving face than anything else."
Shunsui's eyes narrowed as he pressed the matter, needing to understand the situation fully. "Tokinada," he asked, his voice serious, "Do you intend to repeat what happened with Kakyō?"
Tokinada's smirk turned cunning, his mind spinning a web of justifications.
"Oh, my old friend Shunsui," he said, his tone mocking, "Of course not. Ayame is much too valuable as the Utsunomiya heir, and little Yoshitora needs a mother to care for him. Why would I kill her?"
Shunsui's expression darkened further, a mix of concern and disbelief etched on his face. He knew better than to fully trust Tokinada's words.
"I want the truth, Tokinada," he said, his voice firm. "What do you plan on doing to Lady Utsunomiya?"
Tokinada's smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction that he was causing Shunsui displeasure.
"My, my," he drawled, "You're quite inquisitive today, Shunsui. What makes you think I have anything planned for my lovely second wife and heir of her most precious family?"
Shunsui's patience was wearing thin, the nonchalance in Tokinada's tone further fueling his irritation.
"Cut the crap, Tokinada," he said, his voice stern. "I know you have something up your sleeve. I don't trust you. You're sadistic, malicious and full of spite. I'll ask again, What do you plan to do to Ayame?"
Tokinada chuckled, clearly enjoying the cat-and-mouse game.
"Shunsui," he said, his tone mock-concerned, "You know me so well, my friend. You're right, I am all those things and more. But I assure you, I have no plans for my dear wife, at least not any that involve harm to her or our little heir." Tokinada's smirk turned lascivious, his gaze growing predatory. "Now... What do I intend to do to Ayame?" he repeated, his voice taking on a silky, suggestive tone. "Oh, there are plenty of things I intend to do to her. Many, many delightful, pleasurable things. And I certainly intend to have her make my bed warm as often as possible." Tokinada, revelling in Shunsui's indifference, continued with his lewd commentary. His tone remained smug and confident, "You know how it is between a husband and wife," he said, "One has certain needs and desires. And Ayame being a beautiful, talented woman, So far she has proved well equipped to satisfy my needs." Tokinada chuckled, his gaze flickering to Shunsui as he continued to poke and prod, "You're rather quiet, old friend," he said, amused by Shunsui's silence, "You seem so uncomfortable. Tell me, are you upset? Jealous, perhaps?"
Tokinada's smirk turned slightly sadistic as he continued to taunt Shunsui. Now bringing up his friend Jūshiro.
"Ah, yes, Teenage Ayame-chan," he said, his tone slightly mocking, "She had a close...very close mentorship with your beloved friend Ukitake, didn't she? I remember him speaking rather fondly of her..." Tokinada's eyes gleamed as he watched Shunsui's expression carefully, clearly enjoying stirring the pot further, "They spent a lot of alone time together, I recall, during her days as his pupil," he continued, his voice dripping with insinuation. "Rumor had Ayame-chan spent a large amount of her time at his residence, The Ugendo."
Tokinada's sly smirk widened as he observed Shunsui's growing discomfort. He leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive murmur, "The two of them often had intimate discussions over tea, late into the night," he teased, "And I heard Ukitake gave her private lessons quite regularly...often one-on-one."
Shunsui, trying to maintain his composure, felt his irritation growing alongside his concern for Ayame's reputation. He did his best to remain impassive, knowing that Tokinada was baiting him with lies.
"What are you trying to insinuate, Tokinada?" he asked, his voice guarded.
Tokinada chuckled, his smirk never leaving his face. He enjoyed getting under Shunsui's skin.
"Oh, come now, Shunsui," he said, his tone dripping with false innocence, "I'm not insinuating anything. I'm merely stating facts. It's well-known that Ukitake took a great interest in Ayame-chan during her time as his student. Some might say his interest was more than just academic..." Tokinada, enjoying himself immensely, continued to press the issue, knowing he was stirring the pot between his two friends. "And let's not forget," he said, leaning back in his seat, "That Ukitake was a very...hands-on teacher. I can't help but wonder what kind of...extra lessons he may have given her in private."
Shunsui's irritation grew further as Tokinada's words hit a nerve. He clenched his jaw, trying to maintain his composure.
"You're deliberately twisting things," he said, his voice holding a hint of anger. "Ukitake would never have crossed any boundaries with a student or subordinate." Shunsui's expression darkened slightly, understanding finally dawning on him. He regarded Tokinada with a cool gaze, "Is that what this is about?" he asked, his voice hardening. "You're trying to imply that Ayame-chan's attachment to Ukitake was something more than it was. Or are you trying to mock me, Tokinada, for not pursuing her myself?"
Tokinada chuckled, his smirk becoming more pronounced. He relished the chance to goad Shunsui, "Perhaps it's a bit of both," he said, his tone casually mocking. "After all, it's no secret you always had a soft spot for her. And she clearly looked up to you. It must be eating you up, seeing me with her now."
Shunsui's annoyance spiked as he refuted Tokinada's implications, "You're talking nonsense, Tokinada," he said firmly, "Ukitake was her mentor and a friend. He would never accept or condone any inappropriate conduct towards his students or underlings. And for the record, I've never had any interest in pursuing Ayame-chan that way."
Tokinada's smirk widened, a possessive glint in his eyes, "Good," he said, his tone smug, "Because Ayame-chan is mine now. I've claimed her as my wife and I don't take kindly to anyone trying to poach what belongs to me."
Tokinada's tone turned more menacing as he continued to stake his claim, "And make no mistake, old friend," he warned, "I will defend what I have claimed. Ayame-chan and the precious heir she bore me are mine. I will not tolerate anyone trying to take them from me. Understood?"
Shunsui felt a pang of worry and irritation at Tokinada's possessive declaration. He knew better than to challenge the sadistic noble, but the protectiveness he had for Ayame drove him to speak.
"You speak as if you own her," he said, his voice hardening, "No wonder you were unpopular with the ladies in our academy days."
Tokinada chuckled, shaking his head at Shunsui's remark. "Ah, those days," he said, a mocking tone lacing his words, "Yes, I wasn't exactly the most sought-after gentleman back then, was I?" He leaned back, his smirk never leaving his face, "But let's be honest, I had no interest in those shallow and superficial women. They were the type you and my brother Tsuchimikado would fool around with on a daily basis." Tokinada chuckled again, enjoying getting under Shunsui's skin. "I always found them quite boring," he said, his tone dismissive, "They were all the same, chasing after a title or wealth. They never appreciated the deeper things in life, or the darker desires of the heart." He paused for a moment, letting his words sink in, then continued, "But then, I never expected you to understand, Shunsui. You were always the one who wore his heart on his sleeve, falling in love left and right, like some lovesick puppy." Tokinada continued, his tone turning more mocking, "But then, I shouldn't be surprised. You always did have a weakness for the pretty ones, didn't you? No wonder you were always falling head over heels for each and every woman who batted her pretty little eyelashes at you."
Shunsui couldn't help but feel a pang of irritation at Tokinada's words. He had always been known for his womanizing ways, and Tokinada knew how to press his buttons.
"And what of it?" he retorted, his voice tight. "I do appreciate beauty when I see it. There's nothing wrong with enjoying the company of beautiful women. At least I don't try to own them like a piece of property... Have you ever loved her at all?"
Tokinada's usual smirk returned as he continued, the hint of affection in his tone surprising, even to himself.
"I suppose it's rather ironic, in a sense. I saw her nothing more than tool, a means to secure an heir. But once she bore me a son, I...grew somewhat attached to her. Her gentle nature, her loyalty, her devotion... She has a way of making me feel things I thought I was incapable of experiencing. Things like... affection, fondness, protectiveness..."
Tokinada paused, a rare moment of vulnerability showing through his facade. He continued, his tone slightly softer than usual.
"I never thought I'd find myself feeling this way," he admitted, "This strange sense of...ownership. I feel possessive, protective of her. Every man in Soul Society who looks at her with even a hint of desire makes me want to kill them. Only I have the right to touch her, look at her, speak to her in such a way."
Shunsui raised an eyebrow at Tokinada's unexpected admission of affection. He could see a hint of vulnerability in the noble's usually cold, calculated demeanor.
"It's hard to believe you're capable of feeling anything beyond malice and sadism," he said, his voice sarcastic, "Yet here you are, confessing that you've grown attached to her, even possessive. It's almost comical, seeing you act this way."
Despite himself, a smirk tugged at the corner of Tokinada's mouth at Shunsui's response. "Oh, shut up, old friend," he said, his tone still holding that mocking lilt, "You're just jealous because I finally found something worthy of possessing and protecting. Something that makes me feel...something other than malice."
Shunsui couldn't resist the jab. He smirked at Tokinada, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "You are absolutely whipped, Tokinada," he said, his voice lighthearted but with a hint of mockery, "You claim to be this cold, calculating, sadistic noble, manipulating others and using them like pawns in your twisted games. Yet when it comes to Lady Ayame, you're completely at her mercy."
Tokinada's smirk faltered slightly at Shunsui's accusation. He was not used to being accused of being whipped by his friend. Yet, he couldn't completely deny the truth of his words.
"Shut up, Shunsui," he said, his tone holding a hint of annoyance, "I may have a soft spot for her, but whipped implies I'm completely under her control, which I most definitely am not."
Shunsui chuckled at Tokinada's attempt to defend himself. "Oh, really?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "Then tell me, how many nights have you actually slept in your own bed? Or have you been too busy in Lady Ayame's chambers to bother with your own?"
Tokinada bristled at Shunsui's implication, but couldn't deny the truth of it.
"You're a cheeky bastard," he muttered, his tone irritable, "It's none of your business where I sleep. But fine, I'll admit it, I prefer her bed to my own. She's pleasantly soft and warm."
Shunsui couldn't help but grin at Tokinada's admission. "Oh, she really has gotten under your skin, hasn't she?" he said, his tone filled with amusement, "You, the cold, calculated, manipulative noble, completely whipped by a gentle, soft-spoken lady. She must be quite something between the sheets to tame you like this."
Tokinada's irritation grew as Shunsui continued his teasing. "Shut up, you imbecile," he snapped, his tone defensive, "There's more to Ayame-chan than just her physical assets, you know. She's intelligent, kind, loyal..."
He paused, realizing he was only feeding into Shunsui's taunting, and tried to compose himself. "Not that I'd expect you to understand," he added with a hint of arrogance, "You've always been more concerned with fleeting romances and casual affairs. You're incapable of appreciating anything deeper than that."
Shunsui chuckled at Tokinada's defensiveness. "Relax, Tokinada," he said, still wearing a smirk, "I'm just teasing you. I know there's more to your relationship with Lady Ayame than just physical intimacy. I can see the...affection... in your eyes whenever you look at her... It's quite unsettling when I think back to what you did to Kakyō."
Tokinada's expression darkened slightly at the mention of Kakyō's name. He felt a pang of irritation that Shunsui would bring up his past actions, especially concerning his deceased first wife.
"That was different," he said, his tone cold and dismissive, "Kakyō meant nothing to me. She was a tool, a means to an end. Ayame-chan, on the other hand..."
He paused, his expression softening just a fraction as he spoke her name.
Shunsui observed the subtle change in Tokinada's demeanor with interest. He couldn't help but feel a sense of disbelief that his cold, sadistic friend could show such vulnerability over a woman.
"I'm surprised at you, Tokinada," he said, his tone more serious but still with a hint of teasing, "Never thought I'd witness you actually care about someone. Is she really that special?"
Tokinada's usual smirk returned, but his eyes held a hint of sincerity. "Divine," he said, his voice almost reverent, "Yes, that would be the perfect word to describe her. From the moment I first laid eyes on her, there was something about her that drew me in. She's unlike any woman I've ever encountered. She can be both gentle and fierce, soft and resilient. She has a duplicity that captivates me like no other."
Shunsui was shocked at Tokinada's passionate admission. He could see the sincerity in his friend's eyes.
"Who are you, and what have you done with the Tokinada I know?" he quipped, his tone a mix of surprise and humor, "You're practically gushing over her. It's almost disturbing seeing you like this."
Tokinada rolls his eyes and gives a dismissive wave. "Ugh, duty calls," he grumbles, "Yoshitora needs a diaper change. Can you believe it? This little tyrant demands my attention, even on my break. Parenting isn't for the faint of heart, you know."
Tokinada stands up, stretching and straightening his Shihakushō. "I swear, that boy is going to be the death of me," he mutters as he moves begins to turn away from Shunsui. "Sometimes I wonder if my ancestors are rolling over in their graves, seeing a Tsunayashiro noble changing diapers instead of plotting world domination or some other nefarious scheme."
Shunsui chuckles at Tokinada's dramatic remark. "Oh, relax," he teases, "It's not like you can't plot world domination while changing diapers, you know. I'm sure you'll find a way, you scheming bastard."
Tokinada gives an amused huff, a smirk pulling at his lips. "You know me well, old friend," he replies, "If I could, I'd find a way to use a screaming infant to my advantage. But for now, I'll have to settle for being a dutiful father before returning to my regularly scheduled plotting."
Shunsui chuckles at Tokinada's response, amused by his friend's dedication to scheming. "Dutiful father, huh?" he teases, a smirk on his face, "Who knew the ruthless Lord Tokinada Tsunayashiro could be reduced to a doting dad?"
Tokinada rolls his eyes, a faint smile on his lips. "Yes, yes, laugh it up," he retorts, "Just wait until you become a father, Shunsui. I'll be enjoying the sight of you wiping baby drool and changing dirty diapers."
Shunsui chuckles at the thought. "If I had a kid, you'd probably be the last person I'd tell, Tokinada," he says, a teasing lilt to his voice, "Who knows what sinister schemes you'd come up with if you had access to my hypothetical child?"
Tokinada sighs as he glances down at his Shihakushō. "Ugh...diaper duty calls," he grumbles, reluctantly turning to leave. He gives a mock salute to Shunsui before heading down the park trail, muttering under his breath about the indignity of changing a diaper as a noble.
Tokinada continues down the park trail, his stride purposeful as he makes his way back home to Ayame's personal estate. As he walks, his mind drifts to thoughts of Ayame and their son, Yoshitora. The thought of his family waiting at home brings a rare, soft expression to his face.
He reaches the entrance to the estate, nodding to the guards stationed at the gate as he passes through. Inside, the grounds of the estate are as impeccable and beautiful as always.
Tokinada walks up the stone path towards the main house, past perfectly manicured gardens and well-maintained training grounds. As he approaches the entryway, he can hear the faint sound of Yoshitora's cries coming from indoors.
He quickly moves inside, heading towards the nursery where he knows Ayame is feeding their young son.
As he enters the nursery, he sees Ayame sitting in a rocking chair, holding a crying Yoshitora against her chest. The sight of her gentle, nurturing demeanor causes a pang of affection to stir in his heart.
"Having trouble getting him to quiet?" he asks, his tone softer than usual.
Ayame glances up as Tokinada approaches, a weary but affectionate smile on her face. "He was hungry," she replies, "He's been fussing for a while now."
She looks down at the baby, gently patting his back in an attempt to soothe him. "He seems restless today," she muses, "He must sense your absence, your lordship."
Tokinada walks over to Ayame, standing beside her as he looks down at their son. He reaches down and lightly touches Yoshitora's head, his movements almost tender.
"Perhaps," he mutters in reply, "I can't imagine he would miss me, however. I believe he's more partial to your company, You are his mother after all."
Ayame glances up at Tokinada, a soft smile on her lips. "I doubt that," she says, a hint of amusement in her voice, "He lights up whenever you hold him. He clearly adores his father as much as his mother."
She adjusts Yoshitora in her arms, shifting him so that he's facing Tokinada. "Why don't you hold him for a while? He might calm down."
Tokinada looks down at his son for a moment, a mixture of awkwardness and affection on his face. He had never been particularly comfortable with handling babies, but the way Ayame was looking at him made it impossible to refuse.
"Very well," he says finally, taking care to position his hands correctly as she carefully transfers Yoshitora to him. "Let's see if I can calm the little prince down."
Tokinada holds Yoshitora gingerly, supporting his head and cradling him close. It's an unfamiliar and slightly awkward feeling for him, but he tries to keep his expression neutral.
Yoshitora fusses for a moment, his face scrunched up in protest at being moved. But as he settles against his father's chest, his crying gradually begins to subside.
As Yoshitora calms down, Tokinada slowly lowers him onto his lap, supporting his small body with his hands. He looks down at the baby, his expression softening momentarily.
Then, rather abruptly, Tokinada begins to make funny faces at the infant, sticking out his tongue and crossing his eyes. He makes exaggerated expressions, trying to coax a response from Yoshitora.
"Well, little one," he begins, forcing a fake, high-pitched tone into his voice, "What are we going to do today? Take over the universe or just take a dump in your diaper?"
Surprisingly, Yoshitora's only response is a wide-eyed, somewhat bewildered look. It seems he's not quite sure what to make of his father's antics.
Tokinada, not one to give up, continues his absurd attempts to amuse his son. He begins to move his hands in odd, jerky patterns, trying to imitate some sort of exaggerated clown show.
"Maybe you'd rather practice our evil laugh?" he says, now speaking in a deep, comical villain voice, "We should get you started early, you know. Can't have our future evil tyrant lacking in proper evil laughter."
Despite Tokinada's best efforts, Yoshitora only responds with a series of unintelligible coos and babbling sounds. It's unclear whether he's enjoying his father's performance or if he's simply too young to understand the humor.
Tokinada, not deterred, continues his comical display, making exaggerated grimaces and using a range of ridiculous voices.
"Or perhaps you'd prefer a more cultured approach," he muses, switching to a pompous, high-class accent, "I can always recite some ancient poetry for you, my little lord."
As Tokinada continues his one-man show, Ayame watches in silent amusement from her seat. She's never seen her serious, often aloof husband act this way, and it's quite endearing to witness.
Yoshitora, meanwhile, is content to sit in his father's lap, cooing and watching his every move with wide, curious eyes. Despite the lack of obvious response, it seems the baby is at least a little entertained.
Tokinada clears his throat, adopting an exaggerated, dramatic tone.
"From the dark womb of the primordial abyss, The ancient ones arose, their power vast and wild."
He pauses for a moment, looking down into Yoshitora's green eyes to gauge his curious reaction before continuing.
"They cast their gaze upon the mortal world,
And in their wake, brought forth death and dread."
Tokinada launches into the second stanza, his voice filled with theatricality.
"They wove their threads of fate,
Molding life and death in their cruel designs."
He moves his hands as he speaks, gesturing dramatically as if weaving an imaginary web.
"From darkness came light, and light birthed shadow, Yet the ancient ones remained, the masters of law and chaos."
Tokinada's voice drops to a more whimsical tone.
"In their infinite wisdom, they shaped the world,
Creating order from chaos and chaos from order."
He pauses again, looking down at little Yoshitora, making sure he's listening intently.
"They birthed life and death, joy, love and sorrow, and everything in between, Their presence felt in every breath we draw, in every beat of our hearts."
Tokinada finishes the poem with a final, grandiose gesture.
"Yet, in the end, they left us, these ancient ones, Returning to the great, dark void from whence they came."
He looks down at Yoshitora, waiting for some sort of response, but the baby only coos and babbles blissfully.
As Tokinada finishes reciting the poem, Ayame leans forward, a small smile on her face.
"It seems he certainly enjoyed your performance," she remarks, amusement in her voice. "You should do that more often. I think our little prince is quite fond of your dramatic flair."
Tokinada's expression softens slightly, a hint of pride in his gaze as he looks down at Yoshitora.
"Perhaps, Much like his mother and father." he says, his voice almost gentle, "It seems even the young Yoshitora has some taste for the dramatic, hmm?"
Tokinada glances up from the baby to look at Ayame. Despite his usual aloof demeanor, there's a light in his eyes that's rarely seen.
"Though I'd hardly call that drivel poetry," he adds with a smirk, regaining some of his usual tone, "I could have recited something far superior. Something properly... malicious, perhaps."
Ayame raises an eyebrow, giving him a slightly skeptical look. "Ah yes," she replies, a hint of amusement in her voice, "Because what every baby needs is a poem filled with malice and darkness."
Tokinada gives her a sly grin, his gaze drifting back down to Yoshitora. "It's never too early to instill a healthy dose of malevolence, my dear," he says, his tone playful.
"Actually... I wanted to apologize," he says, his voice uncharacteristically sincere, "For what I said earlier about you being impressionable. It was... an ill-judged remark. I apologize."
Ayame's expression softens as she looks at him, a mix of surprise and appreciation in her gaze.
"Well, I must say, I wasn't expecting an apology for such a hollow remark," she responds, a slight smile playing on her lips, "But I appreciate it nonetheless. And I accept your apology. You just said that to irritate captain Kyoraku anyway."
Tokinada's smirk returns, his tone playful again.
"Of course," he says, leaning back in his seat, "I was in an unusually antagonistic mood, and Kyoraku is just so easy to mock."
He looks down at Yoshitora. "You'll have to forgive your father, little one. He's just gets grumpy when an asshole of an old friend shows up."
As if on cue, Yoshitora decides to release an exceptionally loud cry, his tiny face scrunching up in distress.
Tokinada looks down at the baby, his expression a mix of surprise and mild irritation.
"Ah, the sweet symphony of infant displeasure," he says, his tone dry. "I see we're in for some wonderful wailing this evening."
Ayame shoots Tokinada a slightly admonishing look, her eyes narrowing at the use of the word in front of the baby.
"Now now," she says, her voice mildly disapproving, "Watch your language. We don't need our little one learning colorful vocabulary just yet."
Tokinada rolls his eyes, but his expression shows a hint of resignation. "Very well," he says, sighing heavily, "No more swearing... in front of the little lord, anyway, I make no such promises for when he's asleep."
Suddenly, a small, but distinct sound emerges from the baby's lower region, followed by a distinctive odor.
Tokinada's expression turns into one of mild disgust as he looks down at his son.
"Ah, It seems the little lord has declared open war on our olfactory senses."
Tokinada takes a deep, steadying breath, composing himself before speaking.
"Oh, my dear son," he begins, deliberately infusing his voice with exaggerated pomp and formality, "How dare you subject us to such a heinous assault upon our delicate nasal membranes! This shall undoubtedly require the attention of a parent of my considerable skill and poise."
Tokinada looks over at Ayame, a confident smirk on his face, "Fear not, my love," he says, his voice laced with mock bravado, "I have this situation well in hand. I am, after all, the picture of competence and aplomb. Just sit back and watch a master at work."
"Oh, this should be good," Ayame chuckles, a mixture of amusement and skepticism in her voice. She says, leaning back in her seat. "I'll restrain myself from intervening, though I reserve the right to laugh if this goes... less than smoothly."