Marvel: From the Void and Back Again, Part 3
Chapter 18: The Wedding and The Scarab
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The Gotei 13 captains gathered in the grand hall of the First Division, the air tense with curiosity and anticipation. Despite the relative calm in Soul Society after the recent battles, word of Nemu's transformation and her relationship with Lupin had sparked considerable discussion. This was no ordinary situation, even for them.
At the head of the room stood Captain-Commander Yamamoto Genryūsai, his towering presence as steady and immovable as ever. He surveyed the assembled captains with a calm yet firm gaze, his long beard brushing the front of his uniform as he leaned slightly on his cane.
Once all were present, Yamamoto began, his deep voice reverberating through the hall. "We are gathered to discuss the recent… developments regarding Captain Kurotsuchi's lieutenant, Nemu, and her connection to the being known as Lupin. Captain Kurotsuchi, explain the situation."
Mayuri Kurotsuchi stepped forward, his elaborate robes swishing as he adjusted his headgear. His tone was confident, though there was a slight edge of irritation.
"As many of you are no doubt aware, my lieutenant, Nemu, has undergone a transformation due to her… interactions with Lupin, who possesses a unique werewolf physiology. Her condition is not contagious, provided she refrains from biting anyone, an instinct she is learning to control under Lupin's supervision. I have taken it upon myself to monitor her progress, and thus far, her abilities remain stable."
He glanced at his fellow captains, his golden eyes gleaming with a mix of pride and challenge. "Lupin has proven to be cooperative, providing me with valuable samples and allowing me to conduct my research. In fact, his presence has accelerated Nemu's mastery of her condition. There is no reason to view this as a threat."
The room was quiet for a moment before Byakuya Kuchiki spoke, his voice calm but skeptical. "While it is commendable that you have this situation under control, Captain Kurotsuchi, the question remains, what precedent does this set? An artificial being transformed by a hybrid from another world… This is unprecedented in Soul Society."
Soi-Fon crossed her arms, her expression stern. "If her control wavers, the consequences could be severe. This isn't just about Nemu; it's about maintaining order."
Shunsui Kyōraku, always the mediator, gave a light chuckle. "Now, now, let's not get too hasty. From what we've heard, Lupin's been nothing but helpful. Besides, it's not every day we see Captain Kurotsuchi actually approve of someone."
Mayuri scowled but said nothing.
Before further debate could break out, Retsu Unohana spoke in her gentle tone. "I have seen Nemu's progress firsthand. She is gaining control, and Lupin's presence has been instrumental in her development. There is no indication that she poses a danger to Soul Society."
Yamamoto listened to each argument in silence, his eyes closed as if in deep thought. Finally, he raised a hand, and the room fell silent.
"I have received word from Squad Zero," he said, his voice steady but commanding. "The Spirit King himself has taken an interest in these events. His message is clear: we are to let them proceed as they wish, provided they adhere to Soul Society's traditions and protocols."
The captains exchanged surprised glances. It was rare for the Spirit King to weigh in on such matters.
Yamamoto continued, his gaze sharp. "Lupin has shown respect for our ways and has sought permission to marry Nemu through proper rites. The Spirit King has entrusted us to make the right decision, and I see no reason to deny them. As long as Nemu continues to maintain control and their union strengthens Soul Society, we will allow it."
His gaze shifted to Mayuri. "Captain Kurotsuchi, you will continue to monitor Nemu's progress. If her condition deteriorates, you are to report it immediately. However, I expect you to respect their wishes."
Mayuri inclined his head, though there was a hint of reluctance in his posture. "Of course, Captain-Commander."
Yamamoto turned to the rest of the captains. "This matter is settled. Nemu and Lupin shall be permitted to proceed with their union under Soul Society's traditions. I trust you all will act with the decorum befitting your positions."
Though some captains still seemed uncertain, none dared challenge the Captain-Commander's decision. Slowly, the meeting dissolved, the captains filing out with much to consider.
As the captains dispersed, Shunsui caught up with Mayuri, a teasing grin on his face. "Well, Captain Kurotsuchi, looks like you'll be giving away the bride. Think you'll shed a tear at the ceremony?"
Mayuri sneered. "I would sooner dissect myself than indulge in such sentimentality."
Nearby, Unohana shared a quiet smile with Nemu, who stood waiting just outside the hall with Lupin. Despite the challenges ahead, there was a quiet hope in the air, a sense that even in the midst of chaos, something beautiful could grow.
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The serene grounds of Soul Society bustled with a rare kind of energy. Usually a place of order and solemn duty, the air was now filled with anticipation and excitement as preparations for the wedding of Nemu Kurotsuchi and Lupin Howlett were in full swing. It had been only a day since the captains' meeting, but word of the event spread quickly, drawing guests from across dimensions, realities, and worlds.
Under the shade of a large cherry blossom tree, Renji Abarai stood with a large scroll in hand, his eyes narrowed in concentration as he checked off names on the seemingly endless guest list. Beside him, Rukia Kuchiki helped with organization, while their former Zanpakuto spirits, the elegant Sode no Shirayuki and the mischievous Zabimaru, offered assistance, though Zabimaru's monkey aspect seemed more interested in teasing Renji than helping.
"Alright, we've got… another Logan coming in," Renji muttered, running a hand through his hair. "Seriously, how many Logans are showing up?"
Rukia glanced at the list and shrugged. "I lost count after the third one. Just mark them off. We'll figure it out later."
Renji grumbled but did as he was told. "We've got… Jean, Scott, Daken, Laura, and Logan from Earth-616 confirmed. And…" He paused, his eyes widening slightly as he read the next names. "Jane, Laurent, Gabriel, and… Female Daken?
Renji's eyes widened slightly as he double-checked the list, muttering to himself. "Jane, Laurent, Gabriel, and… Female Daken…?"
He paused, blinking at the names as if they might rearrange themselves into something that made more sense. When they didn't, his eyes slowly widened in disbelief, practically bogging out of his skull as he reread the list for the third time.
"Wait… hold on a damn second…" Renji muttered, his voice rising in pitch slightly as he processed what he was seeing. He turned to Rukia, holding out the scroll as if it were cursed. "These names, are you tellin' me they're… they're gender-bent versions of Logan and his family?!"
Rukia raised an eyebrow, leaning over to glance at the list. Her expression remained calm, though there was a flicker of surprise in her eyes. "It looks like it," she said matter-of-factly. "Jane instead of Logan, Laurent instead of Laura, and Gabriel…" She paused, glancing at the next line. "Yeah, and… Female Daken. That's interesting."
"Interesting?" Renji nearly choked. "How the hell is that just 'interesting'? We've already got, like, five Logans showin' up, and now we've got their alternate-reality gender-swapped versions too? How do we even prepare for that?!"
Zabimaru's monkey aspect snickered beside him. "Oh, this is gonna be fun. Imagine them all meetin' each other. What do you think happens when Logan meets, uh… 'Jane'? Think they'll try to out-growl each other?"
The snake aspect slithered forward, his tongue flicking as it added, "Or worse, what if they actually like each other? You know, mutual respect and all that. That'd be creepy."
Renji groaned, rubbing his temples. "This is gonna be chaos. Pure chaos. I can already feel the headaches comin'."
Rukia, ever composed, placed a hand on his shoulder. "Relax, Renji. It's a wedding, not a battlefield. Just mark them off the list, and let's keep going. Besides," she added with a faint smirk, "you've dealt with worse. Remember the time you tried to organize Ichigo's guest list?"
Renji shot her a glare but begrudgingly returned to his task. "Yeah, yeah. Fine. But if these alternate Logans start a brawl, I'm not cleanin' it up."
He marked the names off the list, muttering under his breath as he did so. "Jane, Laurent, Gabriel, Female Daken… What's next? Gender-bent versions of me?"
"Don't jinx it," Rukia said lightly as she moved to check on the next group of arrivals.
As Renji continued down the list, he couldn't help but shake his head. "Only in Soul Society," he thought grimly, "would something like this make sense."
As the final preparations for the wedding neared completion, Renji and Rukia continued checking off names from the ever-growing guest list. The sprawling event grounds were now abuzz with chatter, laughter, and reunions as multiversal guests arrived in waves. Just as the two captains thought they'd seen it all, a ripple of color and chaotic energy signaled the approach of yet another group.
"Alright," Renji muttered under his breath, rubbing his temple. "Who do we have now? Let's see… Mecha-Spike-1 and… his toddler daughter Cybelle," he read aloud.
Sure enough, the metallic form of Mecha-Spike-1 came into view, striding through the gates with a precise, calculated gait. Beside him toddled Cybelle, her silverish-translucent body shimmering as gears and clockwork mechanisms shifted fluidly beneath her surface. The young symbiote's eyes gleamed with curiosity as she clung to her father's hand, fascinated by the unfamiliar surroundings.
Behind them followed Mecha-Spike's brothers, Mecha-Spike-3 and Mecha-Spike-4, each bearing slight variations in their skeletal and mechanical designs. They greeted a few familiar faces before stepping aside to let the next arrivals pass.
Renji's eyes scanned further down the list. "Blight-Claw and… Rachel Summers with their kids." He gulped slightly, muttering under his breath, "Man, this is gettin' wild."
Sure enough, Blight-Claw, with his dark green and rust-colored bark-like texture, entered alongside Rachel Summers, who was calmly guiding their four children. Thorn-Claw, the eldest, strode with a quiet confidence, his bark-like exterior bearing intricate thorns. Flora-Claw followed, her elegant, plant-like form adorned with blooming flowers and vibrant leaves. Behind them trailed Pyre-Claw, his fiery body flickering softly, and Echo-Claw, whose blue and silver features shimmered like flowing water.
"Is that kid… literally on fire?" Renji whispered to Rukia, who shot him a sideways glance.
"He's walking around without burning anything, so… I guess it's fine," Rukia replied, though her eyes remained wary.
As if things couldn't get any stranger, a sudden shift in the atmosphere turned everyone's attention toward the next pair of arrivals. Elsa Bloodstone, clad in her signature monster-hunting gear, walked in holding her daughter, a symbiote-human hybrid with four arms and vine-like tendrils extending from her Victorian-style dress. Beside her walked Night-Cure, a vampire-like symbiote who exuded an aura of eerie elegance.
Renji pinched the bridge of his nose. "Okay, this is officially insane."
But before he could regain his composure, another ripple of energy filled the air as Toon-Shade, the three-and-a-half-foot-tall cartoonish symbiote, made his entrance in his typical over-the-top fashion. Bouncing along like he existed in a world with its own rules of physics, he spun into the scene with a literal rainbow trail following behind him.
"Toon-Shade and… Dazzler's already inside," Rukia noted dryly.
Toon-Shade, upon spotting Renji and Rukia, grinned widely and struck a ridiculous heroic pose. "Never fear! The Toon is here!" he declared dramatically, puffing out his elastic chest before deflating slightly with a comical sound effect.
Renji just stared. "I… I don't even have words for that."
Ignoring Renji's dumbfounded expression, Toon-Shade bounded past, a literal trail of confetti and nonsensical sound effects marking his path as he headed toward the gathering of guests.
By the time the flow of arrivals slowed, Renji and Rukia could barely keep up with the sheer variety of beings that had shown up, humans, mutants, symbiotes, former hollows, shinigami, arrancar, even a few beings they couldn't categorize. But the common thread was clear: all of them had gathered to celebrate the union of Nemu and Lupin, a moment of hope in a world still recovering from chaos.
Renji exhaled deeply, glancing at Rukia. "Think we'll ever get through this list?"
Rukia gave a tired shrug but smiled faintly. "We'll manage. After all, this is Soul Society. Crazy is kind of what we do."
…
As Renji diligently worked through the guest list, ticking off names and occasionally muttering under his breath about how many people were invited, the next arrivals caught his attention, and everyone else's.
Peter Purple-A4 strode in with his usual eerie presence, his jet-black Spider-Man suit glinting faintly in the sunlight as if absorbing it. Beside him was his consort, Mistress Death, shrouded in an elegant, almost ethereal black gown. Her presence sent a chill through the air, and even seasoned fighters like Renji and Rukia instinctively shivered. In their arms were their two children, a boy whose face flickered like a skull, phasing in and out of normalcy, and a girl whose eyes blinked unnervingly, morphing between hollow sockets and normal eyes before settling into something that could almost pass as human. Both were young enough to be held close, their tiny forms clinging to their parents as they observed the bustling preparations with a curious, silent intensity.
Renji blinked, his pen hovering over the list. "Peter Purple-A4 and… family," he muttered, making a note as the unsettling group moved along.
Just as he thought he could relax, the ground beneath him seemed to hum faintly. A figure approached, grinding sounds echoing faintly with each step. Renji looked up to see Regina "Grind" Sullivan, her confident grin bared wide to reveal a set of metallic teeth with a spinning bladed grinder in the back of her throat like a garbage disposal. She idly crushed a soda can in her hand, taking a swig of the liquid and then audibly grinding up the aluminum with a brief whirr. She winked at Renji, her bladed tongue flicking out briefly as if to punctuate her casual destruction of everyday items.
"Regina Sullivan," Renji mumbled, scribbling her name while trying not to stare too long at her unorthodox grin. "You're… on the list."
"Of course I am," she said, tossing the mangled remnants of the soda can into her palm, where circular metallic openings absorbed it entirely with a faint hiss.
Behind her was Ares "The Kid" Callahan, a tall and well-built teenager who carried himself with a calm, almost lazy confidence. His tousled hair and weathered boxing jacket gave him an unassuming look, but the faint flickers of electricity that crackled around his eyes whenever he blinked told a very different story. He didn't need to announce his presence; his aura was enough to make Renji's hair stand on end.
"Ares Callahan," Renji confirmed as the young man gave him a polite nod. "You're good."
Ares smiled faintly, the corner of his mouth twitching. "Thanks, man. Let me know if you need help with all these names."
Renji chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, I think I've got it. You're just… really something, you know that?"
"That's what they tell me," Ares replied, his eyes sparking faintly again as he followed Regina further into the gathering.
Renji let out a long sigh, turning to Rukia. "I'm starting to think we need a separate list just for the super weird ones."
Rukia arched an eyebrow at him. "Renji, you're a shinigami standing at a wedding with at least four Spider-Men and their families, not to mention literal gods. Maybe try expanding your definition of weird."
Renji opened his mouth to reply but decided against it, shaking his head as the next group arrived. "Fine, but I'm keeping notes. This is too much to remember."
As he checked off the latest arrivals, he couldn't help but mutter, "Who's next? Galactus as the wedding caterer?"Bottom of Form
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As the bustling gathering seemed to reach its peak, a calm yet commanding presence rippled through the atmosphere. Heads turned as three wolves, far larger and more regal than ordinary wolves, approached the entrance. Their sleek fur shone in the light—one was black as midnight, the second a rich, earthy brown tinged with hints of red, and the third a majestic silver-gray that gleamed like polished metal. Each of them wore a neatly tied bowtie around their necks, the contrast between their feral forms and the formal attire drawing smiles and hushed murmurs of admiration from the crowd.
Renji froze for a moment, blinking at the sight of the three impeccably mannered wolves. "Uh… are we expecting… wolves?" he asked Rukia, his voice laden with disbelief.
Rukia glanced at the list, flipping to the very last page. "Looks like Lupin's wolves. It says here they've been trained to understand commands and behave like dignified guests."
Renji let out a low whistle, shaking his head in amazement. "Alright, fine. Let's… do this properly." He cleared his throat and held up the list as the wolves stood patiently at the entrance, their golden and blue eyes scanning the crowd with an intelligence that was almost human.
"Midnight, Ember, and Silverfang," Renji called out, his voice steady but incredulous.
The wolves each perked their ears at the sound of their names, then, as if rehearsed, began to walk in a perfect line down the aisle. Their movements were graceful and deliberate, their heads held high. Midnight, the black wolf, led the way, his sharp, piercing gaze making even seasoned fighters step aside instinctively. Ember, the brown-and-red wolf, followed, her steps measured and almost elegant as she seemed to nod respectfully at those she passed. Silverfang brought up the rear, his silver-gray coat shimmering as he padded forward with an air of quiet dignity.
As they reached the seating area, the wolves paused briefly, scanning the gathering. Midnight tilted his head slightly toward Lupin, who stood near the altar with a calm smile, clearly proud of his companions. With an unspoken command, the wolves moved to their designated spots amongst the guests, lying down in perfect formation. Midnight sat tall and proud, Ember curled up gracefully, and Silverfang stretched out leisurely but kept his head upright, still alert.
The crowd whispered amongst themselves, a mixture of awe and amusement. Even seasoned warriors like Logan and Jean couldn't help but smile at the sight of the bowtie-clad wolves settling in as if they were regular guests.
Renji, shaking his head, muttered under his breath, "Of all the things I expected today, three wolves in bowties was not one of them."
Rukia smirked slightly, nudging him with her elbow. "You're acting like this is the strangest thing we've seen today."
Renji grumbled but smiled faintly as he marked off their names. "Alright, Lupin's wolves are in. Let's just hope they don't upstage the rest of the guests."
From his spot near the altar, Lupin gave his three companions an approving nod, his empathic connection subtly keeping them calm and relaxed. Midnight let out a low, quiet huff, almost as if acknowledging the acknowledgment, before turning his sharp eyes back toward the crowd, ever watchful.
As the final arrivals took their places, the atmosphere of the gathering began to settle into a steady hum of anticipation, and the wedding preparations moved closer to their grand culmination.
The ceremonial hall was an awe-inspiring space, draped in flowing silk banners bearing the insignias of Squad 12 and the Kuchiki clan, a gesture from Byakuya to lend the occasion an air of prestige. The guests, an eclectic mix of Soul Reapers, arrancar, symbiote hybrids, and heroes from across the multiverse, were seated quietly, the atmosphere reverent and expectant. At the front of the hall, the ceremonial altar was adorned with cherry blossoms and candles, their soft glow adding a sense of solemnity to the proceedings.
Nemu stood at the center, dressed in traditional Japanese wedding robes of brilliant white. Her hair was intricately styled with golden pins adorned with small flowers, symbolizing purity and a new beginning. Despite the occasional twitch of her ears, a remnant of her wolfish form, she was the picture of composure. Lupin, beside her, wore matching robes of black with golden accents, a stark contrast that symbolized the union of yin and yang. Though he had never been from this reality, his posture and demeanor reflected a deep respect and understanding of the traditions, having meticulously studied them for this day.
The officiant, a senior Soul Reaper whose presence commanded respect, began the ceremony with a low, resonant chant, invoking the blessings of the Spirit King. The couple exchanged respectful bows, their movements perfectly synchronized, and poured sake into shared cups as part of the san-san-kudo ritual, symbolizing the blending of their lives and destinies. They then turned toward the altar, where they lit a ceremonial flame together, signifying their unity.
Finally, Lupin produced a set of intricately crafted rings, simple yet elegant bands, each etched with symbols of their respective lives. With steady hands, they exchanged the rings as a nod to Lupin's Earth heritage, blending the customs of the Soul Society with those of the human world.
"I vow to honor, protect, and cherish you, Nemu," Lupin said softly, his voice filled with emotion. His empathic abilities radiated calm and love, washing over the room.
Nemu looked up at him, her usual stoicism giving way to a rare, heartfelt smile. "And I vow to stand by you, always, as your partner and equal."
With the final blessing from the officiant, the union was complete. A quiet ripple of applause echoed through the hall, respectful yet celebratory, as the couple bowed to the guests.
As the ceremony concluded, the mood shifted to one of joyous celebration. The reception was held in an open courtyard beneath the stars, where lanterns floated on the breeze and tables overflowed with food and drink from every realm imaginable. Traditional Soul Society delicacies mingled with alien dishes from the multiverse, creating a feast unlike any other.
The newlyweds were seated at the head table, surrounded by their closest family and friends. Nemu, having changed into a lighter kimono adorned with cherry blossom motifs, laughed quietly at something Lupin whispered in her ear. Lupin, now in a more relaxed haori-style jacket, seemed to beam with pride as he watched the festivities unfold.
The party quickly turned lively. Byakuya Kuchiki, much to everyone's shock, delivered a toast that was unusually warm for the normally stoic captain, offering words of support and admiration for Nemu's growth and her bond with Lupin. Kenpachi, meanwhile, declared the sake far too weak and brought out a stash of something significantly stronger, which quickly found its way to the table of arrancar and symbiotes, resulting in a boisterous drinking contest.
Renji and Rukia managed the flow of guests, ensuring everyone had a chance to speak with the newlyweds. Even Ichigo and Orihime, seated with Chad and Uryu, marveled at the sheer number of those gathered. As the night deepened, the courtyard transformed into a vibrant dance floor. Music played, a blend of traditional Soul Society instruments and modern Earth beats, keeping everyone engaged. Daken, with a sly grin, tried his hand at leading a dance, only to be upstaged by Toon-Shade, whose cartoon physics made his moves impossible to follow.
Nemu and Lupin shared their first dance as husband and wife under the soft glow of lanterns, their steps slow and deliberate, radiating an aura of contentment. Lupin's wolves, still wearing their bowties, prowled the edges of the gathering, occasionally receiving pats from the guests.
As the evening wore on, the party grew even more animated. Grimmjow and Kenpachi started a sparring match in the corner, much to Unohana's exasperation, while Rukia and Orihime teamed up for an impromptu karaoke performance that had Ichigo hiding his face in his hands.
The children of the various attendees played together, their laughter echoing through the night. Pyre-Claw, careful not to scorch anything, demonstrated small bursts of flame for an awed audience, while Flora-Claw helped Echo-Claw and the others create flower crowns for the younger children.
Near midnight, Peter-Knull stood to deliver a speech, his voice carrying the weight of the battles they had endured together. He spoke of love, and the importance of forging bonds even in the face of chaos. His words left a hush over the crowd, followed by a round of applause.
As the celebrations began to wind down, Nemu and Lupin sat together, watching the guests slowly disperse. Nemu rested her head on Lupin's shoulder, her wolfish ears twitching slightly as she sighed contentedly.
"You think they had fun?" Lupin asked, his voice warm with humor.
Nemu tilted her head up to look at him. "I think… they'll remember this night. I know I will."
He smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Here's to a new beginning."
…
One day later…
It was another bustling day in Squad 4's clinic, with Menoly and Loly busily restocking antidotes while Isane reviewed patient charts. Mayuri was visiting, picking up some experimental antidotes developed by the two arrancar under Unohana's supervision. He muttered under his breath about refining the concoctions and rattled off several ideas for improvement when the door suddenly burst open.
A flustered Peter Parker, one of the multiversal Spidey variants, practically stumbled into the clinic, supporting his visibly struggling wife, Wanda Wilson, Lady Deadpool.
"Uh… help?!" Peter called out, his voice tinged with both panic and disbelief.
All eyes turned to Wanda, who looked like she was carrying a basketball under her shirt. Scratch that, she looked nine months pregnant. Her massive belly strained against her stretchy costume, her breathing labored as she clutched Peter's arm for balance.
Mayuri blinked, his normally sharp mind grinding to a halt for a moment. "Wait… what?!"
"Yeah, uh…" Peter stammered, helping Wanda onto a nearby bench. "So… funny story. She woke up this morning looking maybe four months along. By lunch, it was six. Now it's dinnertime, and, well…" He gestured helplessly at her.
"I'm right here, you know," Wanda snapped, shooting him a glare before wincing. "And trust me, I've noticed."
Isane, Menoly, and Loly stared in stunned silence. Menoly was the first to speak. "That's… that's not possible. She's only been pregnant for, what? Two months?"
Loly nodded. "Yeah, there's no way. Even with regeneration abilities, that doesn't make-."
"Wanna bet?" Wanda groaned, clutching her stomach as a contraction rippled through her body. "Because I'm pretty sure these kids inherited my regeneration, and they're not wasting any time."
Unohana, hearing the commotion, emerged from the back. Her usually serene demeanor faltered for a moment as she took in Wanda's appearance. "This… is certainly unexpected. Peter, help her to one of the delivery rooms."
Peter nodded quickly, guiding Wanda toward the back as Unohana followed, rolling up her sleeves. "I'll handle the delivery. Menoly, Loly, Isane, prepare the necessary tools. Mayuri…" She glanced at him, then paused as she noticed his blank stare. "Mayuri?"
Mayuri Kurotsuchi, the ever-curious and methodical scientist, stood frozen, his normally calculating mind grappling with the absurdity of what he'd just witnessed. The accelerated pregnancy, the multiversal visitors, Peter-Knull's existence, hollows being transformed into normal souls, arrancar regaining their humanity, all of it swirled in his head like an endless storm of chaos.
His yellow eyes narrowed slightly, then half-lidded, and a faint, uncharacteristic smile crept across his face. He gently placed the vials of antidote back onto the counter with deliberate care.
Loly hesitantly stepped closer. "Captain… are you… okay?"
Mayuri slowly turned his head toward her, his grin stretching ever so slightly. "Science…" he muttered, his voice distant but oddly calm. "Science can wait."
"What?" Menoly asked, blinking.
"I'm going to get some drinks," Mayuri said, startling everyone in the room. "Then I'm going to bed."
The room fell silent, save for the muffled sounds of Wanda groaning in the back and Peter trying to soothe her. Finally, Menoly dared to ask, "Captain… are you sure you're okay?"
"My brain is fried," Mayuri replied flatly, turning toward the exit. His robes swished dramatically as he left, muttering to himself, "Peter-Knull. A whole multiverse. Healing Factors, God's, Cosmic level beings, whatever else is out there, accelerating pregnancies. This world is madness."
As the door closed behind him, Loly and Menoly exchanged stunned looks. "Did he just…?"
"Yup," Isane said, still in shock. "He's going to get a drink."
…
Back in the delivery room, Wanda grit her teeth through another contraction as Unohana worked calmly and efficiently. Peter stood by her side, holding her hand, though he occasionally winced when she squeezed too hard.
"Almost there," Unohana said serenely, not missing a beat. "The first child is nearly here."
"You hear that, babe?" Peter said, trying to keep his voice upbeat. "Almost there!"
Wanda glared at him, sweat dripping from her brow. "If you ever do this to me again, Parker, I swear to Deadpool-God I'll-!" Her threat dissolved into a guttural groan as she bore down with all her strength.
…
A while later…
Wanda Wilson lay back against the pillows, her hair plastered to her forehead with sweat, but her face lit up with pure joy as she cradled two tiny bundles in her arms. One was swaddled in a pale blue blanket, the other in soft pink.
Peter Parker, her Spider-Man, sat beside her, his eyes shimmering with emotion as he looked down at the newborns. "Tobias Parker-Wilson," Peter murmured, gently stroking the soft tuft of dark hair on the baby boy's head. The infant stirred slightly, his small mouth opening in a tiny yawn before his eyes fluttered shut again.
"And this little firecracker," Wanda said with a soft laugh, looking at the baby girl snuggled in her other arm. "Itsy-Bitsy Parker-Wilson, Betsy for short." Her voice wavered slightly as she looked into her daughter's half-open eyes. The baby blinked once, her gaze locking on Wanda's face for the briefest of moments before her eyelids drooped and she drifted back to sleep.
The two infants were peaceful now, nestled close to their mother. Tobias's tiny fist curled slightly, resting against his cheek, while Betsy's hand twitched against the soft fabric of her blanket. Occasionally, their small, sleepy movements drew quiet chuckles from their parents, who were already completely smitten.
"They're perfect," Peter whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Wanda's temple. "You're amazing, Wanda. Absolutely amazing."
Wanda gave him a tired smile, her earlier threats momentarily forgotten. "Yeah, well, if these two take after me, you're going to have your hands full, Spider-Boy."
Peter grinned, brushing a gentle finger against Betsy's tiny hand. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
Unohana stood to the side, observing the scene with serene satisfaction. "Both are healthy and strong," she confirmed quietly. "Their regenerative abilities ensured a smooth delivery despite the... accelerated timeline."
"Accelerated is right," Wanda said with a breathless laugh, looking down at her babies again. "I swear, just yesterday I found out I was pregnant, and now... here they are."
Peter's hand found hers, their fingers lacing together as they both gazed down at the newest additions to their unconventional little family. As they sat there, the weight of the moment finally sinking in, the room seemed to hold a sense of peace that felt rare in a world so often chaotic.
And for now, that peace was all that mattered.
…
At Stark and Lilynette's lively restaurant-bar, a place that had quickly become a popular haunt for members of the Gotei 13 and their allies, Mayuri Kurotsuchi sat at the center of a crowded table, his usually sharp, calculating demeanor replaced with a looser, almost jolly persona. His cheeks were faintly flushed, and his words slurred ever so slightly as he raised a glass to no one in particular.
"I never thought… never thought I'd be here, sharing drinks of all things…" Mayuri muttered, gesturing wildly with his free hand, nearly knocking over Renji's drink in the process. "And yet… here I am, huh? A scientist, enjoying frivolities… It's almost poetic… or tragic… or maybe both?"
Renji chuckled nervously, scooting his drink farther out of Mayuri's reach. "You're full of surprises tonight, Mayuri-taichō."
"Renji-kun," Mayuri slurred, leaning toward him with a conspiratorial whisper that was far too loud. "Do you know… how much this world has changed? How much we've all changed? My little girl… she's all grown up… Grown! Married!" He threw up his hands, nearly tipping over his chair in the process.
Rukia, sitting across from him, hid a smile behind her glass. "She's doing well, though. You must be proud."
"Proud?" Mayuri exclaimed, his golden eyes wide. "Proud doesn't even begin to describe it! She's married to a werewolf! A werewolf! And I like him! Do you understand, Rukia-san? I like him! He's… he's helpful! He's respectful! He gives me blood samples! He's practically a perfect son-in-law!"
Ikkaku, already several drinks in himself, slapped his hand on the table and laughed. "You're gettin' soft, Kurotsuchi-taichō! Next thing we know, you'll be knitting baby booties for your grandkids!"
Mayuri blinked at him, as if genuinely considering the possibility. "Grandkids…" he murmured, his voice taking on an oddly wistful tone. "Isn't it strange? A man like me, thinking about grandchildren. I never would have imagined… Never would have dared to imagine."
Captain Kyouraku, sitting at the end of the table with Captain Komamura, tilted his hat back and smiled. "Well, it sounds like you're finally taking some time to enjoy the little things, Mayuri. Life's not all experiments and data, you know."
"Enjoy the little things…" Mayuri repeated, as if tasting the words for the first time. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze drifting toward the ceiling. "Yes… Yes, perhaps you're right, Kyouraku-taichō. Perhaps… I've been too… focused… all these years. Too driven. But now? Now I see the world for what it is. Beautiful chaos. Infinite possibility. And… my little Nemu. She's a part of it now. A part of this grand, messy, miraculous thing we call life."
The table fell quiet for a moment as everyone absorbed Mayuri's uncharacteristically heartfelt words. Then, with a sudden burst of energy, Mayuri stood up, raising his glass high. "To change! To growth! To… to Nemu!"
The group raised their glasses in return, cheering his toast. "To Nemu!"
As the night wore on, Mayuri became even more animated, singing snippets of old Soul Society songs he claimed to remember from centuries past, though the melodies were questionable at best. Still, his companions humored him, joining in with laughter and exaggerated harmonies.
For once, Mayuri didn't think about experiments or hypotheses or the endless pursuit of perfection. For once, he let himself be fully present, surrounded by comrades who had somehow become something close to friends. And as he sat there, his glass nearly empty, his words soft and slurred, he smiled, a real, genuine smile.
"Life," he murmured to no one in particular. "Life is the greatest experiment of all… and I think… I think I'm finally learning how to enjoy it."Bottom of Form
The celebrations had died down, and the gentle hum of peace permeated the air, a rare treasure in these turbulent times. But far away, beyond the borders of light and safety, within a place long whispered about in fearful tones, something darker stirred.
…
The Field of Screams, a barren wasteland hidden deep within the folds of existence, was alive with unnatural whispers and a suffocating tension. The moon overhead seemed to bleed, casting the dead landscape in a haunting crimson glow. Among the skeletal trees and jagged cliffs, several figures stood cloaked in shadow, their presence almost indistinguishable from the darkness around them.
At their center was Gānryū, the bitter leader of the Dark Ones who had once challenged Soul Society's balance. His pale, ethereal form flickered faintly in the dim light as he stared at the gathered figures with a cold, calculating glare. "We've waited long enough," he growled, his voice as sharp as the wind cutting through the cursed land. "Soul Society has grown fat with its newfound power. They've forgotten what it means to be vulnerable."
Beside him, the other Dark Ones shifted uneasily. Ruri'iro Kujaku, the silent assassin, nodded grimly. Rin, the enigmatic and calculating tactician, leaned against the twisted bark of a dead tree, her eyes cold as she gazed into the void. Shizuku, as unpredictable as ever, traced patterns in the dirt with his blade, his mind wandering in and out of the conversation.
Gānryū's voice cut through their shared silence like a blade. "We were foolish once, underestimating Soul Society's defenses, their defenses. . But that world has changed. Their allies from beyond their realm—the symbiotes, the mutants, the spider-warriors—have made them untouchable. For now."
Rin spoke, her voice calm yet laced with venom. "The remains of those Celestials from the multiverse... They've fueled Soul Society's progress in ways we couldn't have imagined. Their technology is years ahead of anything we could have hoped to counter."
"Which is why we don't fight them head-on," Gānryū snapped, his sharp gaze pinning her down. "We'll use their strength against them. They've grown overconfident, relying on their new toys and alliances. But everything has its weakness. And we've found it."
Rin tilted her head, intrigued. "You're talking about the dimensional balance?"
Ganryu smiled, his expression a mix of malice and satisfaction. "Precisely. The barrier between the world of the living and Soul Society is fragile. Always has been. With the right amount of force… we can break it."
Shizuku's wandering gaze sharpened. "You mean to collide the worlds?"
Ganryu nodded. "A collision that will obliterate both realms, leaving only our dimension intact. The combined destruction will wipe out the symbiotes, the spiders, and their meddling children. Even Peter-Knull won't be able to stop what comes next."
Ruri'iro Kujaku spoke, his voice low and grave. "And the Soul Society's newfound allies? What of them?"
Ganryu's expression turned grim. "They may delay us. They may even hurt us. But they can't fight a collapsing multiversal balance. Not even the Spider Variants, with all their power, can save them from that."
Rin tapped her chin thoughtfully. "What about Peter-Knull himself? If he senses what we're planning, he could use his symbiotic hive to shut us down before we even begin."
Ganryu's smile widened into a sinister grin. "Let him try. The Field of Screams is our sanctuary, beyond the reach of his hive's network. We've been careful. We've been patient. If we're to destroy a giant, we must strike at its foundation. And when their worlds crumble, we will rise as the true rulers of existence."
The tense atmosphere of the Field of Screams abruptly shifted, and a primal, bone-deep fear washed over the gathered conspirators. The ground beneath their feet began to tremble, not with the subtle vibrations of a distant earthquake but with something far more deliberate. Each tremor was a steady, resounding thud—like the measured footsteps of an approaching colossus.
Ganryu froze mid-sentence, his cruel smirk fading into a look of confusion. Shizuku's usually wandering eyes widened in alarm, and Rin's calculating expression finally cracked, giving way to unease. Above them, the red-tinted moon dimmed as an enormous shadow fell across the land, stretching over the cliffs and plunging the conspirators into darkness.
A voice—a horrible, chittering, echoing voice—filled the air, sending shivers down their spines. The sound was layered, as if multiple voices spoke in unison, and it emanated from the darkness like a haunting melody of despair. "So… this is where the embers of rebellion gather," it hissed, accompanied by the ominous clicking of massive mandibles.
From beyond the cliffs, a massive figure rose, blotting out the faint light of the moon. Its form was a horrifying amalgamation of ancient power and predatory elegance: Scarab-Knull, an impossibly large creature with shimmering, metallic wings that glowed faintly with an iridescent blue-green light. His body was a masterpiece of grotesque perfection, armored in sleek, scarab-like plates etched with eldritch patterns. His six legs dug into the ground as he loomed over the Dark Ones, mandibles clicking as if savoring the moment. His glowing eyes, resembling twin orbs of sickly jade, fixed on the gathered conspirators.
Ganryu instinctively took a step back, a bead of sweat forming on his temple. "What… what are you?" he managed to choke out, his voice betraying his fear.
The monstrous being leaned forward, his shadow consuming them entirely. His mandibles parted slightly as he spoke again, his voice reverberating through the air. "I am Scarab-Knull. One of many. Aizen and the Knulls he has aligned with send their regards."
The conspirators exchanged uneasy glances, the reality of their situation settling in. This was no ordinary threat. This was something beyond their comprehension, beyond anything they had prepared for.
Scarab-Knull continued, his tone eerily calm yet brimming with malice. "Aizen and Shaman-Knull require but one thing from you, blood. Blood from Syenne, after she reaches the peak of her power. That is all. Once we have it, our business will be concluded, and you may proceed with your petty plans."
Ruri'iro Kujaku clenched his fists, his instincts screaming at him to flee, though his legs refused to move. "And if we refuse?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.
The Scarab's mandibles clicked again, a chilling sound that sent a fresh wave of terror through the group. His glowing eyes narrowed as his wings shifted, releasing an ominous hum. "Should you refuse… I will devour you. Each and every one of you. Your souls will be torn from your worthless husks and cast into an eternal limbo of torment, a place where not even your precious Soul King can hear your screams. An eternity beyond eternity, where your suffering will echo forever."
The threat hung heavy in the air, and the conspirators dared not even breathe. Ganryu's fists tightened as he weighed his options, his pride and hatred warring with the stark reality of the situation. Finally, he forced himself to speak, his voice low and trembling with suppressed fury. "You expect us to simply comply? To hand over a key ingredient to your schemes?"
Scarab-Knull tilted his massive head, a sound like grinding metal accompanying the motion. "Compliance is not what I expect. It is what you will do. Or…" His mandibles snapped shut with a deafening crack, punctuating his words. "You will cease to exist. Decide now."
Ganryu gritted his teeth, his mind racing. They were cornered, outmatched. The logic was undeniable. Slowly, he nodded, his voice cold but resigned. "Fine. You'll have the blood. But when this is over, we will have our vengeance."
The Scarab's glowing eyes flared slightly, his mandibles twitching in what might have been a smile. "Good. Then I have no further interest in you. For now."
With that, the colossal creature unfurled its wings, the glow intensifying as a low, resonating hum filled the air. The ground trembled once more as Scarab-Knull began to ascend, his massive form casting one last shadow over the Field of Screams. His voice echoed as he disappeared into the darkness above. "Remember your place, mortals. And pray you do not disappoint."
As the tremors subsided and the light of the moon returned, the Dark Ones remained frozen in place, the gravity of what had just transpired settling over them. Shizuku was the first to speak, his voice shaky. "Well… that was horrifying."
Rin's sharp gaze turned to Gānryū. "We're playing a dangerous game, Gānryū. One misstep, and we'll share the fate he promised."
Ganryu's eyes narrowed, his pride still stinging but his resolve hardening. "Let them think they control us. When the time comes, we'll be the ones holding the cards. For now, we bide our time."
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Elsewhere, Irene Adler, known as Destiny, sits in her quarters within Soul Society enjoying her vacation time with Raven, her eyes narrowed behind her mask in contemplation. Beside her, Mystique lounges quietly, watching her partner's unusual silence.
"You're seeing something, aren't you?" Mystique asks softly, her tone carrying both curiosity and concern.
Irene nods but doesn't respond immediately. Her vision stretches beyond the present, diving into the threads of possibility. She had long anticipated a clash, Peter-Knull battling the other Knulls amidst a cityscape in ruins. It was a vision as vivid as life itself, one that felt inevitable. And yet, the events of late had diverged so far from what she foresaw. Soul Society thrived, its alliances stronger than ever, and Peter-Knull remained entwined in a more intricate web of destiny than she had anticipated.
Luminoid, the glowing, serpentine symbiote, swirled with galaxies and stars within its translucent body, its voice reverberating like ancient thunder. "Six galaxies restored, their remnants pulled from the abyss of millennia and eons past. Stars reignited, worlds resurrected, life seeded anew. Perfection achieved in alignment with your will."
James Pryor-Knull tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable. "Good," he said with an almost casual air, taking another bite of his ice cream. "Those galaxies deserved a second chance. They're not just dust; they're histories. Legacies."
To his right, Chronovail's crystalline form pulsed in time with its steady voice. "The act of restoration ripples through time itself. Threads that were once severed now intertwine anew. The timelines adjust—some harmonize, others destabilize. But balance is being maintained."
James's eyes shifted toward Chronovail, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Balance is good. Keep it steady. I don't want these galaxies imploding on themselves after all this effort."
Crow-Father, the shadowy entity cloaked in feathers, leaned in, its voice a soft whisper carried by the fluttering wings of its flock. "Restoring galaxies is one thing, but their destinies will need caretakers. You cannot weave such vast realities without tending to their growth."
James nodded slowly, licking the melting ice cream before it dripped. "That's where the symbiotes will come in. They'll be guardians, guides, maybe even rulers in some cases. Let's see how these resurrected galaxies evolve. No rush—timelines are funny like that."
Arborflow, the towering, anemone-like symbiote, groaned deeply, its voice resonating through the ground like roots spreading through soil. "Three universes tailored to the parameters you requested. Each flourishes with unique life. But they require further stability."
James turned to Arborflow, his smirk widening. "Good work. Stability will come in time, but for now, let them breathe. Let's not rush evolution."
Irene Adler's vision shifted slightly, the presence of these entities overwhelming even from her distant perspective. Mystique, watching her closely, noticed the tremor in Irene's hands as she processed what she was witnessing.
"Irene?" Mystique asked softly, her voice uncharacteristically gentle.
"They're not just creating," Irene murmured, her voice shaking. "They're pulling the very threads of existence, weaving them back into the fabric of the universe. Galaxies that should be long gone… universes that never should have been… they're bringing them back."
Mystique frowned. "That sounds… impossible."
"Not for them," Irene whispered. "Not for James Pryor-Knull and these symbiotes. They're rewriting the rules of creation itself."
Back in the vision, James chuckled lightly, finishing his ice cream as the four symbiotes continued their reports. "Alright, Crow-Father, Chronovail, Luminoid, Arborflow, keep me posted. We've got a lot of work to do, but there's no rush. Let's take this slow. I want everything perfect."
Crow-Father's feathers rustled, and one of its crows flapped away, flying out of the vision and into the present, where Irene and Mystique sat. It landed on the floor, cawing once as it tilted its head at them.
Mystique stared at the bird, her unease growing. "What does it want?"
Mystique's unease grew as the crow cocked its head, its glowing eyes staring directly at her and Irene. Then, in a voice that seemed to carry the weight of countless realities, it spoke.
"In the past ten seconds," the crow said, its tone calm yet resonant, "we have stabilized seventeen multiversal collapses caused by time paradoxes stemming from the events of this day. We thought you should know."
Mystique blinked, her lips parting slightly in disbelief. "Seventeen multiversal collapses? In ten seconds?"
The crow tilted its head to the other side, its feathers rippling with shadowy energy. "Yes. Your worlds are far more fragile than you realize. The threads of existence must be meticulously maintained, or everything will unravel."
Irene, still shaken by her vision, stared at the crow with wide eyes. "And... and these collapses... were they from... our actions?"
The crow's head turned sharply toward her, its beady eyes narrowing. "Not solely yours. These paradoxes are the echoes of many actions, choices, collisions, fragments of time left untended. But today's disruptions, the symbiotic restorations, and other meddling have accelerated the fractures. They are now... contained."
Mystique exhaled, her fingers twitching as she processed the sheer magnitude of what the crow was saying. "Why tell us this? Why now?"
The crow ruffled its feathers, tilting its head in what almost seemed like genuine confusion at Mystique's question. "Why tell you this?" it repeated, its voice still calm yet tinged with a childlike curiosity. "We thought you should know. Would you have preferred we kept you in the dark?"
Mystique blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the crow's response. Its words weren't laced with malice or mockery; they were spoken with pure, genuine bewilderment, as if the idea of withholding such monumental information was alien to it.
"We… we didn't say that," Mystique muttered, unsure how to even address the strange creature's apparent innocence.
Irene, still trembling slightly, managed to steady herself enough to speak. "No, it's not that we don't want to know," she said, her voice softer now. "It's just… the scope of what you're saying. Seventeen multiversal collapses stabilized in seconds? That's not something you just drop on someone."
The crow's glowing eyes narrowed slightly, not in hostility but in what might have been contemplation. "Knowledge is a burden, yes, but it is also a gift. If James wishes to protect you, should you not know what he is protecting you from?"
Mystique exchanged a glance with Irene, her lips pressing into a thin line. "James is… protecting us?"
The crow nodded, its head bobbing like a bird pecking at seeds. "Always. His will is to preserve, to mend. You are within his sphere of care, so we act in accordance with his design. You are kept safe."
Irene furrowed her brow, her mind racing with the implications. "But why us? Why this reality?"
The crow tilted its head, its feathers shimmering faintly as it considered Irene's question. "Why this reality? Why you?" it repeated softly, as though reflecting on the weight of the inquiry. Then, in a voice both simple and profound, it answered, "Because you are his family."
Mystique and Irene froze at the crow's words, their expressions shifting from curiosity to shock. The room seemed to grow quieter, the weight of the crow's revelation hanging in the air.
"Family?" Mystique echoed, her voice tinged with disbelief. "What are you talking about?"
The crow's glowing eyes fixed on her, and for the first time, its voice took on a note of warmth, like the flicker of a distant memory. "James sees you both as his aunts. You may not share his blood, but to him, it does not matter. Family is not just born—it is chosen."
Irene's breath caught in her throat as she processed the words. "His… aunts?" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.
The crow nodded. "He has watched over you both from afar. Even now, he extends his care not out of duty, but out of love. The bonds of family are unbreakable, even across timelines."
Mystique stepped back, shaking her head slowly. "That… doesn't make sense. We've never even met him before, well, at least not his future self. How could he-?"
The crow interrupted with a gentle caw, its wings rustling softly. "He has known you through the echoes of time and the threads of fate. To him, you are a part of the foundation that supports his existence. You are important. You are his."
Irene placed a trembling hand on Mystique's arm, her eyes glistening with a mixture of wonder and unease. "Raven… he sees us as his family. That's why he's protecting us."
Mystique's jaw tightened, her mind reeling as she tried to make sense of it all. "Family…" she muttered, almost to herself. "This kid, this… James Pryor-Knull, he's rewriting the rules of reality, and we're just… part of his world."
The crow took a step forward, its shadowy form radiating calmness. "Do not overthink it," it said softly. "To James, family is everything. He wishes only for your safety, for your happiness. That is all."
The room fell into silence again as Mystique and Irene exchanged a look, their thoughts spinning with this newfound information. Finally, Mystique let out a long breath, her lips curling into a faint, wry smile. "Well, I guess I've been called worse things than an aunt."
The crow tilted its head one last time, as though pleased by the response. "Then you understand."
With that, it spread its wings, shadowy energy cascading around its form. As it began to dissolve into the ether, it paused, looking at them one last time. "James's love for his family is infinite. Remember that."
And then it was gone, leaving only the faint rustle of feathers in its wake.
Mystique leaned against the nearby wall, letting out a slow exhale. "This day just keeps getting weirder."
Irene, her gaze distant, whispered softly, "If he sees us as his family… maybe we should start seeing him as ours."
Mystique said nothing, her mind still racing, but a small part of her—a part she rarely acknowledged, felt something new stir within her. Perhaps, for the first time in a long while, she felt a flicker of belonging.