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Friendly reminder: this story will be slightly AU and some characters might be OOC. For anyone who is not into YAOI, please do not read any further, this is not going to be your cup of tea :) By now, all of you who are continuing to read on and supporting me, I know you know what this story is about, so fear not and please read on :D
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WARNINGS: Spoiler alert for anyone who is not up to date with the manga and only watched the anime! Somewhere along the way might contain, but is not limited to include: dark themes, suicidal thoughts, heavy sexual contest, yaoi (again xD) and some other themes not suitable for under-age reader. Read at your own risk and discretion! :3
This chapter was to be posted yesterday August 21st, 2018!
It was supposed to be a secondary birthday gift for my Nee-chan…
With a little delay, I hope that someday she makes it come all the way here… Until then, お誕生日おめでとう Otanjoubi Omedetou! Happy Birthday!
A little heads-up everyone, I'm going to soon change my pen-name from AkemiRyuShuichi to Cass Ichirof. I must confess that I found myself enjoying this a lot. In fact, I started to really love typing and writing so much that I am hoping to publish my own book someday. When that day comes forth, I do plan to use Cass Ichirof as my name :3
Enough with my rants, enjoy :D
Chapter XXXIII
Waking up to a blazing Sun and sore all over was definitely not the way Masaki thought she would raise on such a fine morning. One of the reasons her and Isshin's bedroom as well as the nursery were on the west side of the house was to assure she and her family would not be awoken by sunlight. Besides, sunsets were amazing to watch from the comfort of a queen size bed.
Surprised much? Don't be! She does love mornings and enjoys warm, cozy summer days like this one… but she loathes being roused prematurely. Perhaps, she inherited the peculiarity from her family? It would make sense, especially thinking back to Shirosaki-san and Kurosaki-sama…
Normally, she would stretch and gently stand-up from bed, prepare breakfast and all needed for the upcoming day. Today, however, she felt extremely exhausted and out of energy, a far cry from her usual self.
It took her roughly eight minutes to even realize her husband was dead asleep next to her. She probably wouldn't have noticed, had it not been for his large hand wrapping around her middle in a 'delightfully possessive embrace'. Not that she opposed to the little extra attention, mind you.
The moment Isshin's hand touched her belly; she flinched from a mild level of pain sparking from that spot. That's when it hit her… the baby…
First, she was mystified and then she became frantic with worry.
'Where is our child? What happened? It's all so blurry… One moment my waters break, then Isshin is by my side talking nonsense… Uh… my stomach hurt so badly… then there was Urahara-san… at least I think it was him… Certainly, there is no other maniac out there who wears a bucket hat… What came next?'
In a rush of panic, she neglected to realize her fidgeting and desperate untangling from her husband woke said man from his own slumber. Seconds later, Isshin was asking Masaki to calm down and not move as much, least she wanted to be bedridden until next month. His words did nothing to appease Masaki's anxiety. On the contrary, she became even more concerned.
"Isshin… the child… Where is our baby? Please tell me it's safe and sound."
Taking a deep calming breath, Isshin softly spoke to Masaki, hoping the tender tone would placate her enough to settle down.
"You worry too much. The baby is fine… In fact, it was so energetic it took Urahara and I a while to fix you back-up. Now… if you want to see the little one, you'll have to behave and compose yourself or do you want to scare it already? We're supposed to embarrass and tease it to no end, not jolt it to an early grave."
Masaki was sure it must have been Isshin's voice that managed to reduce her to putty in his hands. There was no other explanation… As soon as he started talking in that quiet tone, he had her… never mind that he said the baby was alright. Able to relax, Masaki waited patiently for Isshin to go and get the baby, which the male promptly did, less he agitated her again and forced him to call Urahara all over again.
Closing the bedroom door, Isshin inaudibly sighed. Now that he was fully awake and aware of things around, he had time to contemplate all that happened the previous night.
Last night had been weird enough in Isshin's opinion. He could not comprehend exactly what occurred. One moment Masaki said her waters broke the next she was screaming in anguish.
He had been present when Kaien was born as well as when Kukaku and Ganju later came to be. After all, being a member of the Shiba Clan, a Taichou and one hell-of-a-healer, he had been called to witness the miracle of birth… and to give a helping hand here and there…
It was not uncommon for children of Noble Houses to cause some ruckus to their parents during childbirth… but never had he witnessed such a harsh delivery. Even before that, Masaki was hiding something. He was willing to bet, she was concealing just how difficult the pregnancy had been on her body and soul. Along with the fact that she fainted more than once during labor…
Shuddering at the mere thought of losing Masaki, he shook his head in hopes of chasing such vile images from his very bones. Just the idea was sickening, but to see it happen… Hell no! Not on his watch!
Back on track, he was supposed to do something… right… the baby.
He too wondered what the child looked like… he hated to admit it, but he had been so troubled about Masaki and her health, he did not even look at his newborn properly. He was glad Masaki did not catch his lack of knowledge. In case of any inquiries, he would say he wanted to surprise her by keeping the child's gender a secret… that is, until she could hold it in her own hands.
'Yup, that's a good plan; now I just have to hope she buys it.'
Rushing to the newly appointed nursery, he was shocked out of his mind when he entered and saw the crib empty.
'No, no, no, no, no! What?!... It was here! I know I left it here… I couldn't just vanish into thin air… could it? Is this my punishment for taking care of Masaki before our baby? Dear Reiou, how am I going to explain it to Masaki?'
What is a helpless father to do but tremble in horror? There were no traces of the infant save for the fluffy towel it had been wrapped in. Small traces of dried blood a striking contrast on the white surface.
Isshin ducked under the cot, inspected every corner of the room in hopes that the little one might have miraculously moved from its tiny bed and was playing a few tricks to the ex-Shinigami. The search would have continued endlessly had it not been for the lowest of sounds which reached the hysterical parent's ears.
Whatever it was, it came from somewhere below. Heart skipping a few beats, Isshin hurried down the stairs. Upon reaching the bottom he released the breath he was not aware of keeping within.
Urahara Kisuke with his green robes was sitting in a reclining peach colored chair in the dining room. He cared not where the unknown piece of furniture came out from for Isshin was way more interested in the bundle the other was holding. Nestled in Urahara's left arm was his missing child enveloped in a new towel. This time it was mint green, which, again, Isshin had no idea where the other found it but was not about to comment on such a small matter.
The child was, thankfully safe and, by the looks of it, being fed a generous portion of baby-formula. Isshin could vividly recall his lost argument with Masaki regarding the very same weird substance. He fervently wanted for the child to be only breastfed and not given fake rubbish. Masaki, had agreed, but had also claimed that it would be uncomfortable for both her and the baby to breastfeed in public, should the infant get hungry while they were out.
After the prolonged squabble, Isshin begrudgingly submitted to Masaki's whims… Fine, she had a few good points, one of which was undeniably demonstrated right in front of his nose, the one where she said 'What if I am not around and the baby gets hungry?' Taking several calming breaths, just enough to regain his cool, Isshin approached the quiet duo. It was surreal to see Urahara without his infamous green and white stripped bucket hat, though it was not that far off from the eccentric male. Said hat was on the floor next to the scientist's feet.
Before he could reach them, he was made to pause by Urahara's cheerful voice.
"Oh! Why, good morning to you, Isshin-san. Up and about, now are we? Though, I should probably say: 'Good afternoon'. And here I was planning to take this adorable ball of joy away for the day. Such a shame you came right in time to stop me."
Isshin barely suppressed his desire to pummel the shopkeeper into the next dimension. Only common sense and deep gratitude were the blonde's saving graces. Hell, whom was he kidding? If Isshin did not feel half the thankfulness he had towards the scientist he would have still punched him all the way to Soul Society, maybe not all the way to the Royal Palace, but close enough. As it is, the man had assisted him in saving Masaki's life, at the cost of his powers, but Urahara had still helped out. Even afterwards, he mentored him on human behavior and guided him in becoming a doctor and open the clinic he now worked along with Masaki.
With a loud exhale Isshin, let his anger drop. He is certainly no fool. In his current state with no powers, not to mention in a Gigai made by the lunatic, he was more than conscious he would not stand a chance against Urahara. Yet, the Shiba's were and are well known for their fiery temper which overrules reason. They are passionate and temperamental to the point where logic and common sense are thrown to Hueco Mundo, especially if their beloved are threatened or in danger. Isshin was brought out of his internal debate by a giggle.
It took him a heartbeat to realize who was making the cute noise. Peeking out from the outrageous mint towel was a tiny curious tan head with an orange tuft of hair…
'Wait… ORANGE! Do my eyes deceive me or something?'
Carefully approaching the shop-owner and the little child in his hands, Isshin came face to face with the infant who was smiling radiantly at all the new discoveries, especially with a full tummy, unaware of the scrutinizing once-over from his father or the unnatural gentle smile on the Shopkeeper's face.
'Huh? Must be a gene from Masaki's side, Lord knows all Shiba's have raven black hair. Maybe the occasional weirdo here and there had brown locks or other dark shades, but certainly nothing like this. Wait! How did I miss its hair color in the first place?'
Disregarding the unusual trait and shrugging off his incredulity, Isshin extended his hands in a subconscious manner, not even voicing his desire. With a knowing grin, Urahara passed him the toddler making sure the little one was properly held before letting go. Kisuke will never divulge just how difficult it had been to detach himself from the baby. Just thinking about Yoruichi and her relentless teasing was more than enough to assure he would never speak a word to anyone, even to himself. At least not out loud.
The instant he embraced the child, Isshin was lost to the world. His lips curled in a heartwarming and proud smile. Words alone could not describe the pure bliss he felt at holding his baby. He unwrapped the child from the cocoon-like mint towel to reveal the infant's gender. Male! They had a baby boy! An energetic and babbling one at that.
'Should have guessed it, he looks so much like Kaien it's somewhat scary. Give him black spikes and he would look like the spit image of Kaien shortly after he was born.'
The child was not very pleased at the chill that it felt once the clothing had been removed. It moved in turmoil, hoping to somehow restore lost warmth. The infant's antics were lost to Isshin, who was admiring the baby with a critical eye and making sure it was healthy and well before re-engulfing it in the fluffy towel.
Turning away from Urahara without any explanation, he made way towards Masaki in their shared chamber. She was sure to be overjoyed, particularly since she had been under a strong impression it was their 'son' kicking and fidgeting in her belly. Oh, he couldn't wait to see her reaction.
Urahara stayed put, he figured it was better to get the youngster to its mother before she decided to take a walk. Judging by Isshin's haste, that notion was probably very accurate. Urahara had been awoken by an unusual sound, it was that of the child who was playing with its tiny fists and attempting to get something in its mouth.
Urahara recalled the Hollow and its unusual behavior, but disregarded it in wake of the spirited child who was hungry all over again. Taking the bottle, the Hollow had used, he went in the direction of the kitchenette where he first encountered both the child and the monstrosity.
The moment he opened the door, the baby started to cry out. That had been surprising. After all, the infant had not been terrified of the Hollow the previous night, yet here it was sobbing for being almost left all alone. Going with the flow, he returned and took the child who was still very unsettled. Disregarding the infants' behavior, he pulled out a green towel and wrapped the youngster in something more colorful. What did you expect? Urahara is not very fond of plain things, therefore it was only natural to leave the fluffy disgraceful item behind while he took the baby and went towards the lower regions of the house.
It did not take long to find out first hand why the baby was so upset. The discovery had been rather uncomfortable. Thinking there was something wrong with the child, Urahara's first reaction was to lay it down on the table and unwrap it from the new towel. He had expected an injury or at worst the Hollow's attempts at escaping the seal he had placed upon it. Imagine his surprise when instead he got a 'mini shower'.
Utterly drenched, Urahara looked down in distaste at the troublemaker. At fist the child did nothing, just admired his 'handy-work' only to try and stop from giggling, as though aware it might have 'pissed' the other off… Ok, that was a poor choice of thoughts even for someone as smart as Urahara. Still, he had just gotten urinated at, so he was entitled to some bitching.
Taking a few deep breaths, he used a few Kido spells to clean himself up and get yet another towel. This time it was mint green. While at it, he summoned an extra seat, much more to his liking, especially if he had to feed the little scoundrel.
He was by no means good with kids or fragile things. Not at all. He much preferred sturdy and dangerous creations he could experiment to his heart's content. Still, by some mysterious reasons, he felt pulled towards the little one. No sooner had he started feeding it, did he grasp just how adorable and cuddly it was. Within seconds, he found himself enjoying the warm feeling he was receiving from the child.
When Isshin demonstrated the wish to take the child, he had felt genuinely reluctant to hand him over. Oh, yes. Urahara had taken a little peek at the infant's gender. It was the least he could have gotten out from being 'washed'. Finding out the little one was male somehow did not surprise him. After all, the baby perfectly resembled a certain Shiba heir.
With an exasperated puff of air, he decided to stick around and see where things would proceed from there. He hoped he was going to be present when the parents decided to name the baby. Meh, choosing to self-invite himself, he cleaned up the bottle and table from the minor mess he had caused only to follow after Isshin.
Isshin was so eager to see Masaki's expression, he glided up the stairs as fast as he could. The moment he reached the top something strange happened. The ex-Taichou suddenly froze, time and space broke off and his demeanor took a new, unexpected turn. With a glint of metal in his eyes, he crossly looked at the infant cradled in his hands. The unsuspecting toddler continued its baby gibberish unfazed by the abrupt standstill.
Only when the metallic hue became more prominent did it react. Curious blue watching intently at its caregiver. Whatever it saw, it must not have like it, for the baby started to thrash about and cry as if demanding to be released from the scary figure.
Blinking rapidly, Isshin felt confused… why was his son wailing in such a heartbreaking way, when it was cheerful not a nanosecond ago? That reminded him of the many books on infants he had gone through… some of them talked about understanding the baby and its cries for different things… Maybe it needed a change? Or could it be it was hungry?
Shaking his head to clear his rambling thoughts, Isshin went for the goofy approach, hoping Masaki would not jump out of her skin from the incessant weeping. Making silly faces was a natural habit, combined with the need to see his firstborn smile, he doubled his efforts making for an incredible comedian… or clown depending on who watched him.
Being jolted around is not the best feeling in the world. But the sense of flying about while feeling strong arms keeping you anchored is more than exhilarating especially to one who is yet to have knowledge of the world. Big blue orbs opened in an attempt to orient oneself and see who was keeping him from floating about and making weird noises. Deep blue met brown in an inquisitive stare. With the metallic gleam gone, so was the 'bad' impression and the child calmed enough to laugh once again.
With a sense of accomplishment Isshin ran in the direction of his shared bedroom, talking sweet nothings to his baby. Seeing the child chuckling all over was a true blessing and something he would cherish for as long as he lived. He silently promised to always try and make his child smile.
Finally, inside the room, he could tell Masaki had been on the verge of bolting from their bed and into the hallway. She was still draped in the baby-pink short-sleeved, knee-length dress she had been in last night. The cotton dress complemented her greatly and the white lace around the V-line and sleeves was an added bonus. He had to suppress the urge to pounce on her for other reasons other than to hand her their baby.
He was thankful he had learned self-control in the past few months she had been pregnant. Even more so, he appreciated the fact that she stayed in bed long enough for Isshin to have the honor of being the one to pass her their boy.
Isshin was sure he was in heaven. Screw Soul Society and Seireitei, this was Paradise. The sight of his dearly bellowed nuzzling the outcome of their love… their child… it was something he had never experienced before. Masaki was glowing with happiness, while the baby took a few seconds to examine the new face, only to giggle in joy. Must have recognized the one whom had fed and provide for it while in the belly.
Feeling left out, Isshin decided to bring himself back in the picture. Plastering a sly smirk, he quietly approached Masaki to her right side, wanting nothing more than to hug her while she held their son. Arrangements made, he received a soft smile for his efforts. He could tell she was still tired from the whole ordeal, so in an effort to be straightforward he murmured in her ear:
"You know, you were right Masaki… it's a boy."
If he had thought she had been content before, it was nothing compared to how ecstatic she appeared to be now.
"Silly. I told you a mother's instinct is never wrong."
Glancing down at the little one, who had yet to stop smiling, it occurred to her they never thought about names for either gender. She had hoped that once her boy was in her hands, she would have a name coming out of her lips. Alas, that was not the case. She turned to face Isshin, an inquiry tangible even before she uttered a single syllable.
"I don't have a name yet. Any suggestions?"
Isshin beamed at her words, thought, did his best not to let it show. He had been strictly prohibited to give her any naming ideas. He was glad he could suggest a few now without enticing his wife's fury. Nonetheless, he had to pretend he was contemplating, therefore, for a change, he went very subtly about the subject.
"Hmm… How about Haruto? He sure has the hair to match."
Masaki was considering the name… depending on how it was written it could either mean 'Soaring Sun' or 'Remote Flight', neither setting down with her. Slight movement, pulled her out of her musing. The boy was fidgeting in an unsettled way, as though it was not pleased by something. Somehow, she concluded that was the child's way of saying 'Not that, pick another'. Humming to herself in agreement, she looked at Isshin.
"I don't think he likes it. Anything else?'
Isshin had been completely baffled at their son's actions and only Masaki's words brought him back to the present.
"Oh… right! How about Hikaru*, or Raiden*… Nope? Let's see…Isamu*? No?! You're a picky little imp, aren't you? Huff… Oh, I know! You are sure to love Jimmu*"
None of the names seemed to tranquil the little one. In fact, with each new name, he was more and more agitated.
"'Divine warrior'… really Isshin, we are not in Seireitei where he'll grow to be a soldier or something. I'm surprised you didn't go for Katsu*. Though, I'd prefer Nobu*."
Masaki's choices were yet another 'no' if the boy's face was any indication. The infant had puffed out his cheeks and was attempting to have a stern expression. His efforts were useless, he was just that adorable even when trying to act all brave and mighty. One could say he wanted a unique name which became inspiration for Isshin's next round.
"Shinichi*, Junichi*… still nothing… Aw… you're really hard to please. Say… be a good boy for daddy… Ryouichi*?"
The last one must have hit a nerve, as the baby started to sob in irritation. Masaki herself was not sure whether to laugh or cry. It was both hilarious and frustrating especially since their son seemed dead intended on getting an appropriate name. Watching the pure determination in those baby hues, she started to ponder on her own accord.
In her intent to search for an exceptional name, she was mentally brought back to her old home and the dozens of scrolls and tomes which had littered the library. Those memories evoked an old tale from the deepest recesses of her mind. To be precise, it was a myth… the Legend of the Protector Clad in Black. It was a story about a fiery boy with an indestructible desire to guard and shield all those whom came in contact with his Reiatsu. Since the Protector's fate remained unknown, it ended up as one of the Lore's of Old Times.
Thinking back, she had the distinctive feeling her family name was somehow connected to it, even though the 'how' eluded her for the time being. While she was a child herself, Masaki had adored the many adventures her mother told her of said character. And even though the fable did not have a happily-ever-after as many other fairy-tales she had read, the exploits of 'The One Protector' were always packed to the brim with action, quests, dangers and monsters lurking at every corner. They would fascinate and scare her all in one huge adrenaline shot which would result in exhausting her enough to immediately fall asleep.
In her musing, she unintentionally turned a deaf ear to Isshins continuous efforts, having missed the last three or four names uttered. By the expectant look on her child's face, she was positive the young one too all but forgot about his father and was waiting for her verdict. Now, if only she could put a name to the boy in those tales…
"Ichigo."
The name came out of her mouth before she could fully grasp what she said. At first, not a single sound could be heard, as if her voicing had pressed a stop button. Before she could take into consideration any new names a giggle followed by a joyful laughter pierced her very core. Glancing down at the baby, she could feel its happiness emanating from its Reiatsu. It was faint and barely there, but it was tangible like a tender caress. Without second thought, she repeated the name.
"Ichigo."
Another fit of mirth from the child reaffirmed his approval of the name. On the other hand, Isshin was stupefied. To him 'Ichigo' sounded like a girlish name with a fruity taste. Surely Masaki wouldn't name their son after strawberries?
"Alright, Ichigo it is."
The moment those words were spoken out loud, Isshin nearly fainted. Though the baby appeared happy at its new name, he was far from that.
"Masaki, darling, are you sure? I mean no offence, but isn't Ichigo kind of a female name? With his already… ahem… unusual hair color he is bound to have a bumpy ride in life. Adding a female-like name to the mix could prove to be a bit too much, don't you think?"
Imagine his surprise when Masaki started smiling and giggling just like the boy in her arms.
"Oh, Isshin. Ichigo might mean strawberry when you write it in Hiragana, but with the right Kanji it means 'One Protector'. Besides, I love it! Not to mention the name is mentioned in one of my favorite Quincy Legends. I can tell he'll be very unique, though I can't sense anything remotely Quincy in his Reiatsu. That in turn means he'll probably get certain Shinigami traits, it is only fair that he has something from my side as well. Also, look how happy he is. There is no way we can change it now. I think he made the choice for us."
Isshin was astonished how meticulous Masaki had thought this through. He too had to admit, the little one did smile whenever they called him Ichigo. Raising his head in concentration he tried to figure out the correct Kanji that would become part of his son's name. A knock on the door broke his train of thoughts. Shoot, he had all but forgotten about the blonde shopkeeper in their dining room! Nevertheless, Masaki felt confident and well enough. Without much prompting she gave permission for the 'intruder' to come in.
In all his green and white clad glory, Urahara had heard the commotion and was not able to suppress his inquisitive nature, thus he had anxiously waited in front of the bedroom door, hoping against all odds that Masaki would take a notice to his Reiatsu. Which she might have done had she not been so absorbed in her baby-boy and Isshin. Seriously, there was so much she could focus on, not even a full day out of pregnancy.
When he entered, Urahara had already in hand a list with the many Kanji variations for nearly all the names the couple had discussed. Unsurprisingly, the name Ichigo was at the bottom of the list with a few tweaks and he merely passed the scrap of paper to Isshin, knowing it would keep the other busy for a while.
'It is sad, really, that he keeps his hair and face hidden under that bucket hat. Without it, he may actually look like a decent man. Too bad for him, I won't allow him anywhere near my son if he so much as tries anything funny.'
Masaki was considering that and many a way on how to utilize Urahara as a living pincushion for her skills. Sensing the danger in the shape of an overprotective mother, Urahara took measured steps while approaching the bed. His wish to see the child one more time before returning to his mundane Shoten driving him forth but not impulsively enough to warrant anyone's wrath.
Masaki allowed him to get close yet did not miss her chance to display her thoughts through face and Reiatsu alone. Urahara audibly swallowed and nodded in silent understanding. The quiet scene had been lost to poor Isshin who was mumbling something while reading through the list Urahara had given him.
Cuddled in his mother's hand the infant was trying to make its presence known by making as many sounds as it could. The young one's attempts were mostly in vain as one parent was absorbed in a piece of paper, while the other was mentally preparing arrows with visions of a destroyed bucket hat.
Masaki did not know when she started to feel apprehensive around the scientist even if the other had done nothing to deserve such treatment. Nonetheless, she had the inkling it was for the best. Perhaps Yoruichi's occasional visits and the method in which the cat-lady seemed to effortlessly demand respect from the nut-case had been her initial conduit. Taking it as a safe habit, she always made sure Urahara knew his boundaries.
Hovering not too close nor too far from Masaki, Urahara waited and looked at the child who was now munching a tightly closed fist. Obviously, the half-full bottle he had prepared had not been enough to fill the tiny one. At the sight of the little boy, Urahara had to suppress the urge to make cooing noises, after all, he had a reputation to uphold. Heaven's forbid Yoruichi got a wind of this data. He would never hear the end of it.
Maybe the toddler noticed his arrival or perchance it felt someone's gaze upon its form… either way… it slightly moved and rose its head form his mothers embrace to gape at the peculiar male.
For a few moments, nothing happened. There they were, an adult and a child staring at each other as if it was the most common thing in the world. In a flash, Urahara was missing a certain accessory… his hat. Urahara's stupefied face said it all. He had not anticipated such a quick move. The boy managed to raise himself high enough to grab a hold of the stripped hat and was now cheerfully nibbling at the edges, only to dislike it and throw it across the room.
The unfortunate article bounced against the door, only to glide to the floor, while a certain orange-headed menace clapped its hands cheerfully at seeing the item fly. Glancing from his hat to the child a few times, Urahara internally panicked.
'How? This… It shouldn't be possible… Not after I sealed the Hollow within his soul. Did I screw something up?'
Urahara continued to pretend to be stupefied and gaze from his hat to the boy. He had to examine the child and its Reiatsu without appearing suspicious in front of Masaki. With her roots and genetic, she could easily catch him… Reiou help him if that was to happen.
Being tired from the birthing and now surprised at her son's behavior, Masaki solely focused on her newborn who continued to smile and laugh to its heats' content. Her exhaustion was catching up and the child's stunt had been an unexpected move that brought her back from her dozing self. Isshin too, could not believe what jut transpired. Not that he saw anything, besides Urahara with the hat and then without it.
Using the parent's distractions to his full advantage, Urahara inspected the baby for any signs of Reiatsu. As far as he could tell, the seal he had applied was robust and in place. Then how did the child achieve such a feat? He put it up as a fluke… it was likely the leftover Reiatsu, which had leaked clung to the boy who used the opportunity to unconsciously discharged it with its 'surprise attack'. While watching the room, he had half expected to see the monstrosity of that Hollow as well. Thankfully, that was not the case and all seemed well.
Clearing his throat to get the attention of the two parental figures, he pretended to scold the child for its actions. Though, his playful tone did not go unnoticed by those within the room
"Well, I'll say… I am foreseeing trouble coming your way little boy. No throwing things around young man, especially those which do not belong to you. Heh… you are going to be a true hellion that's for sure… Just try not to grow-up like your daddy here… Between the two of us, he was a rascal back in his days…"
The last part was whispered, but it had been loud enough for both parents to hear. While the child and mother giggled in amusement, Isshin threw a hysterical fit which brought even the drained Masaki to tears of joy.
Resuming a more serious posture, Urahara announced.
"He is going to be very strong. I would suggest putting a seal on his powers until he grows into them…"
Seeing a menacing glare from Masaki and Isshin made him continue in a rushed tone.
"…But if that is not to your liking, I'd recommend to keep a watch out for his Reiatsu. I can't feel much at the moment, yet that's not to say he won't gain more as he progresses in life. As a safety precaution, would you agree to have Tessai-san put a few barriers around your household? Nothing too fancy, just a couple Kido to ward against Hollows in case that this little angel expels too much energy at random and attracts Hollows for impromptu snack-fests…?"
The question had the desired effect, both parents were deep in thoughts considering the offer. Using the opportunity, Urahara triple-checked the seal within the baby's soul.
'Good, good. It's there and there are no changes. I'll ask Tessai to prepare a few barriers. Even should they prove useless for the child, Masaki could use them. She never fully learnt how to conceal her Reiatsu, especially after she got bitten. At least it is much better than all those years ago. If nothing else, I expect them to agree for the kid's benefit. More so should they leave the boy in the care of a nanny in the near future. Who knows, I might offer to play the part… That would be fun and I'd have access to the child and its Reiatsu…'
Urahara was not aware that his eyes were sparkling with mischief. He may say as he pleased about Isshin being a troublesome kid, yet he himself was as impish as ever even as an adult.
The two new parents looked at each other as if searching for the right answer in one another. In the end, they agreed it wouldn't be such a bad idea… never realizing they were playing right into the researcher's hands. With everything done and ready, Urahara bid the new family farewell and assured Tessai would come shortly to set-up mentioned barriers.
Once sure Urahara was gone, Masaki started to breastfeed Ichigo while Isshin went in the kitchenette to prepare something light for his wife. He wasn't much of a cook, on the contrary, anything and everything he had ever attempted to prepare was either burned to dust or inedible. It had been long agreed Masaki would be the main chef in the house. Now though, Isshin was thankful for the few lessons Masaki taught him.
He was proud to proclaim he could prepare steamed vegetables and rice without turning the ingredients or kitchen to mush. Boiled eggs still gave him a hard time, as he either overcooked or liquefied them. The first few times had been a disaster and Masaki had wondered how he managed to set the upper shelves on fire with naught but water. It was a secret he would take with him into Seireitei. Humming a tune or two, he got back to work eager to surprise Masaki and have the whole family take a well-deserved nap.
Zangetsu could not remember the last time he had such a good sleep. Not that he could recall the last time he actually napped. As much as he could gather, it must have been a long while since he was alive to begin with, after all, back in his days, there were no such things as baby formulas. On another note, at the beginning, he had been a very mean spirit going as far as to try to kill his own wielder. Only luck and the Quincy powers within Ichigo saved the child from certain death.
Speaking of Quincy, he could not find even a speck of the elderly spirit. Memories of old slowly returned and with them certain forgotten facts. After a few minutes, he mentally face-palmed himself.
'Right… Ichigo did use that weird technique back then… Almost lost all his Quincy heritage in the process… The idiot, forcing a Vollständig in Bankai with nearly non-existent Quincy essence had been suicidal… Not like he could have defeated that monster without… just wish he could have avoided the whole incident in the first place… Bah! Who am I kidding! It would have ended up in a fight sooner or later anyway… It was inevitable… especially with the crazy maniac targeting us!'
Now though, things were different! Ever since Ichigo met the albino, something drastic had changed within his very core. What that had been all about, was still unknown to the poor Zanpakuto. Nevertheless, he did not complain. He preferred this more rational existence compared to the mindless beast mode he had been stuck at the beginning.
Looking at Ichigo's reincarnated form, it was a relief to know he had regressed to his Adjucha level. The power of a Vasto Lorde would be too much for the currently fragile body. There were no doubts that his owner would eventually return them both to their former glory and who knows, maybe even transcend their previous might.
Considering he managed to manifest himself in the Real World was proof of his thoughts. If he could do it a few more times, they could evolve just with him popping in and out of their shared world.
Looking around himself, Zangetsu found that there was nothing but stillness and light in their Inner World. Not that the child could create anything… it was just born… It was definitely much better than the void he had been floating around.
Sensing minor distress, Zangetsu focused on his wielder.
'Ah, so he's hungry… and it seems he needs relief. Sheesh! What's going on outside?! Is it really possible for the kid's parents not to check on him even once? Che! If I see them, I'm so going to shake them back to their senses. Or at least, scare them enough to make them reconsider leaving Ichigo all alone again.'
Having made up his decision, Zangetsu closed his eyes and concentrated on Ichigo and the place he had ended up last night. Several seconds later, he was still in their Inner World, confused and lightly upset.
'What the Hell! Why can't I manifest! Yesterday it was a piece of cake and I know there is energy to spare, so why can't I do it now!?'
Huffing and growling in frustration, Zangetsu started to pace around on all four. The situation simply did not add up. Something must have happened from the moment he left Ichigo to his rest.
That's when it struck him… the stranger. The stupid green robed male must have done something to the both of them in their sleep. Having deduced this much, Zangetsu focused on their strength and flow of Reiatsu. In not time at all, he found what the problem was. Something or someone must have believed it would be fun to place seals on their Reiatsu.
With a few choice curses and roars, Zangetsu swore to make the others life miserable… that is, as soon as he was able to break the bothersome lids on their might…
'Stupid, moronic Getabōshi-wearing freak! He messed-up with the wrong Zanpakuto. I'll definitely get him for doing this to us! Shoot! Now what? Ichigo is hungry, his parents are nowhere to be found and I can't get out of here. Che! The seals might be working now, but given enough time, I should be able to break them apart and once I do, I'll rain down with all the fury I can muster on the idiotic maniac.'
Growling under his breath, Zangetsu tried to asset the situation through a different method. He might be stuck inside, but that did not mean he could not see what was going on outside. Closing his inverted eyes once again, he went still, his goal to see through Ichigo's eyes.
Due to the newly established limiters, it took him a few tries, until he finally made it. Apparently, Ichigo was just stirring from his sleep. Even famished and in need of a break-room, he slept on. Heh, his wielder was as stubborn as ever.
Now that the connection was complete, he looked around the room. Everything felt out of place to Zangetsu. However, the one particular thing, or should he say person, that definitely did not belong, was the sprawled figure napping on the floor near the crib.
'Che! If only I could use our Reiatsu, I'd burn him to a crispy meatball.'
The little one, on the other side, continued looking around itself, unaware that he was essentially watching everything for two. At least it did not feel the heavy sensation from the other time. Somehow, Ichigo could tell that the big entity that helped him out, was missing. That knowledge, along with an empty tummy and an unknown new need were enough to make him protest out-loud.
His unhappy mumbles and attempt to eat his own fists were what woke a strange man nearby. As any other toddler, he was curious as to whom the person might be. Instinctively, the child knew the weirdly dressed unknown being was at fault for the missing giant, yet could do nothing but continue to stare. That is, until even the unusual person nearly disappeared from view.
Once he was picked-up, wrapped in something warm and held tightly into strong hands, Ichigo was much more at ease. If with too much squirming from having an unfamiliar need and since it was upset at having lost its friend by the same man who was caring him around.
Behind the doors a new world opened to the little one and the child tried to absorb everything it could from its position, completely unaware of the Zanpakuto spirit sharing the view from within his soul.
The urge to do something grew stronger by the second and as the requirement was greater so did the baby's fidgeting start to become too much, to the point it could easily fall from a sturdy grip.
Once laid down on its back and sensing the removal of the covers, Ichigo released the pent-up need he had been holding for so long. Inside the child's mind purring and snickering could be heard from a gleeful Zanpakuto. Being the more aware and informative of the two, the spirit knew exactly what Ichigo did and the face on the foreign man was simply priceless. Not that Zangetsu believe they were even, not by a long shot, but to see Ichigo pee all over the green-guy was a nice start.
Content with the occurred and the food given to his wielder, Zangetsu retreated back in their Inner World. The amount of energy spent on just watching through his owner's eyes had been a little too much, especially with the recently added spiritual blockers. Deciding that the child was safe, he chose to start working on how to break apart the nuisances at the soonest. It was a shame he did so, for had he managed to stay just that bit longer, he would have seen the suspicious behavior of yet another individual or how Ichigo managed to grab a hold of the bucket-hat and surprise all around him.
Even after having spent several years at the Academy and almost graduating, Shirosaki could not believe how easy it had been to infiltrate the Shinigami school.
The very first day during the sing-up process it had been a little bumpy. The two of them did pretend to come from Kusajishi, not to mention, they were coming without an 'invitation' of sorts. They were nearly denied to do the entrance exam.
Thankfully, Ossan had been there to save the day. The Quincy King sure knew how to talk his way into forcing the crowd to accept them anyway. Ha! As though they could have refused. That particular year there had barely been any recruits. The many mysterious deaths, disappearance and MIA agents had stirred-up quite a fuss all over the Rukongai and even among Noble Houses. Everyone was afraid to be the next victim or become an upcoming deserter that they preferred not to sign-up rather than end up dead in a ditch somewhere.
It worked greatly in their benefit. Thus, even without a formal acceptance, they were permitted to try their luck with the paperwork and entrance test. Shirosaki personally believed the whole thing was messed-up. Why would they give a last entrance date for those in the outer Rukongai districts, if they made so much trouble over one piece of paper? Sure, Ossan and himself might be fakes, but it was ridiculous to demand paperwork from citizens from the 50th and lower districts. Especially since those who actually survived the fights and hunger were rare and far in between.
Ossan did use and abuse the knowledge that one of the Taichou was from Zaraki. With them being from just one district prior to Zaraki, they became feared even before doing anything. With Ossan 's cover-up as a brilliant youngster and him as the brawn adult of their duo, they sure did give a headache to the operative at the desk.
The exam had been as easy as breathing thanks to their knowledge and a little of Yoruichi's help. Besides, they were not aiming for top class marks, just enough to pass as a scoundrel from the darker districts. Their Kido was non-existent as expected, yet they sure did nail the combat part of the test.
That year was also special for the fact that several Taichou came to oversee the whole process. From what they could tell, Ossan and Shirosaki were the last people on anyone's radar, which played right in their hands. Being considered nothing but scum from the worst parts of Rukongai sure did have its merits.
All in all, it went easier than anticipated. Getting along with other students had not been as simple. Many were too terrified to even approach them, which was a blessing in disguise. Originally, they were to be separated and share accommodations with other classmates. The decision was recalled the very moment it happened, as mentioned, no one was crazy enough to want to share a bedroom with two monsters from Kusajishi. Hence, they remained together.
With the passing of time, it was noted that the two of them were no troublemakers. In fact, they were both really good students, if a little reclusive and non-sociable, more like totally anti-social. Other than that, none had any negative comments. Instead, by the end of the first semester, they had become rather popular among students. Their seclusion and the mystery surrounding their identities attracted others like glue.
There were times they had some difficulties in chasing and dissuading others attempts at dating them. Ossan was not interested and Shirosaki absolutely refused to even think about anyone getting close, let alone touch him the wrong way. That didn't mean some idiots understood or respected personal space and more often than not, they were forced to make such impertinent fools scatter like petals on a windy breeze.
As predicted, students had a rigorous regime with studies, practice and rest hours. Breaks were to be conducted exclusively within the Academy's borders and none were allowed to leave the perimeters except when doing scheduled drills in the forests around the Rukongai or in the World of the Living. Thus, it had been a little problematic to visit Masaki. They had kept the promise to see her every now and then. Sadly, or maybe thankfully, after a while she asked them not to come by anymore, not until they were completely done with their mission.
It had been a stab to both Shirosaki and Ossan, but they did understand her feelings. It happened at the beginning of their third year while they were having a weekend breakaway and students were given permission to visit their homes or other residences. Imagine the tutors surprise when they proclaimed they were going to visit Kusajishi during that timeline. Che! Not like they went there in the first place, but at least it gave them the coverage to visit the Living World and Masaki.
Thinking back, Shirosaki realized it had been years since then. Even when they last saw her, she had matured immensely. She was truly his mother and Ossan's descendant. Apparently, the Shinigami Taichou who stayed behind with Getabōshi and Masaki had been good with Kido and opened up a Clinic or something. Everything ended up for the best down there.
The same could not be told for Soren's hit-men nor for Aizen Sosuke. No matter how small of a pause Ossan and Shirosaki had, they always managed to get outside the premises of School and into the business of other Shinigami. Naturally, thanks to Urahara's creation, none was the wiser to that information.
Even on the very first night, they were called by Yoruichi and asked to assist her in preventing a well-planned assassination attempt at the Kuchiki Noble. The plan Soren gave the two had been overseen by Yoruichi. It was a simple one, get a poisonous gas, cover their faces with specially prepared masks and throw the object at an unsuspecting Taichou.
Yeah, right. As if such a plan would ever held water. Though, it almost did succeed. The two rascals were smarter than one would have imagined. They had patiently waited for nighttime and paid off a few servants in the Kuchiki's household to find out which room belonged to the Clan's Head. Having confirmed the location, opening the window and slipping the cursed gadget would have been as simple as stealing candy from a kid.
That could have been the end of Kuchiki Byakuya and none would have had any idea how it had happened. From what they gathered, the gas was fashioned in such a way to leave no traces behind. With Urahara's cloaks, they were able to stop that ridiculous death from happening.
A few more attempts were made against the Kuchiki Head, yet there was still to be one successful. Most times, they stopped them easily enough. Others had been quite difficult and they had gone as far as disguising themselves as assistants or hired bodyguards just to prevent them from succeeding. Every time they made it, Yoruichi seemed that much satisfied. If nothing else, the nut-case cat-lady stopped her advances towards Shirosaki, for the time being…
Speaking of messing up scheduled plans… there were a few more occasions where Soren attempted to influence Shinigami with his powers. The main problem with this was that neither Shirosaki nor Ossan knew exactly how that actually happened. Therefore, they were not entirely sure if they managed to stop him every single time. Every now and then, they would catch sight of him, but never long enough to see what the guy was doing.
Yoruichi did say she caught him walking in the shadows outside bars and disappearing without traces. It could be he wanted to catch drunkards and have them serve him. So far, by their estimates, maybe three or six at the top were influenced by the lunatic.
It had been a blow to Shirosaki's pride, but it wasn't like he could be everywhere at once! On another note, having those mantles was very useful. With them, they managed to sneak a few times into Aizen's office and even in his residence. Unfortunately, there were no sings of the Hogyoku, besides residue traces. Shirosaki was willing to bet the Taichou was smart enough to keep it in his person at all times, which would account for the minuscule fragments they sniffed.
During one of their nights out with Yoruichi in her cat form, they were confronted by none other than Ichimaru Gin. The foxy-faced Shinigami had tried in vain to track down the curious black cat he became intrigued with. Ichimaru did not know who was the cat, he had his suspicions, but nothing concrete. He attempted to catch Yoruichi off-guard by offering the feline some tuna steak, something that could not be refused by a normal cat. Playing the role Yoruichi carefully approached the Shinigami, only to be caught in his hands.
Let's just say, the very moment he raised the cat from the ground, he was met by two very visible blades at his throat. It was so unexpected he even opened his eyes in stupor. For once, Shirosaki was glad for his Gigai, because even if Ichimaru was to rat them out, they could easily jump into another contraption or leave them behind completely and resume their real forms.
That night, they took Ichimaru via Ossan's shadows in the World of the Living, in the dungeons underneath the old Castle. The dust and spiderwebs were a true indication that the place had not been used in ages, but it also added a certain dose of uncertainty for the Taichou. Ichimaru for sure could not gauge where they took him, nor in which dimension. It was enough to assure him that no reiatsu could be felt neither from outside nor within.
It took some convincing and a few chosen words and phrases, but eventually the guy spilled the beans. He was working on overthrowing Aizen on his own because of what Aizen had done to one of his friends. Shirosaki had managed to sneak more often than not in Seireitei and deduced correctly that the guy was doing it for the Fuku-taichou of the Tenth.
He, he… the expression on the guys face had been priceless. Ichimaru had been so ticked-off he nearly used Shikai and would have probably tried Bankai. It was Ossan's input that refrained him from recklessly attacking. They did not reveal their true identities nor their looks, but eventually after a long while, they did give the guy enough to confess his ultimate goal. To kill Aizen and steal the Hogyoku.
A good plan with a major flaw. The guy had no idea where the orb of doom was located, much like Ossan and Shirosaki. At the very least, Shirosaki did reveal the detail that the jewel was not in Soul Society. Hearing those words sure did depress the silvery haired male. Oh, the look on his face when they explained that there was more than one… Ah… it was refreshing.
By the end of their… ahem… conversation, Ichimaru promised to share his intel as long as they were willing to do the same. Having been told that they were with Urahara did earn them several points. Telling him about the Haldister and the possibility of having more than one crazy maniac after a different but similar thingy, did not brighten the mood of the guy.
All in all, at least they had intel. Aizen did try a few more experiments with Shinigami, but eventually gave up completely and started playing with the other side. Basically, the bastard started going to Hueco Mundo. The sole reason he never started with Hollows was because Shinigami were easy at hand and he took his sweet time figuring out how to open a Garganta.
Needless to say, while he was playing with the Shinigami, thanks to Ichimaru's notifications, they managed to break more than one of the mad-man's plans. Yet, once he started with Hollows, it became useless and dangerous for all of them to even attempt at completely prevent accidents from occurring. There were a few close cases, but they always managed through.
Now, they were about to go even deeper and enter Seireitei as full-fledged Shinigami. They had been recommended to enter the Eleventh Squad since neither had learned any proper Kido.
Shirosaki did catch a few high-powered spells and could do them flawlessly, but he did not show that talent to the coaches since it would have raised more than a few eyebrows and would have eventually painted a target mark on his back. Ossan had had even less luck in figuring out Shinigami powers, but his wits and combat skills were more than enough to allow him to graduate.
So, what if neither had a Shikai? It's not like they needed to be seated officer. On the contrary, the less conspicuous the more freedom they had. Also, the amount of paperwork seated officers and higher were to make was ridiculous. Like this, they would have ample time to snoop around and do some more damage-control.
Although, Shirosaki may have liked to be in the Eleventh, the temptation to kick asses would have been too strong for him to resist. The Fifth was out of the question, they could not afford to end up as guinea pigs. Automatically that meant they were not eager to be members of the Twelfth.
Divisions One and Two were off the table. Stealth was exactly what they were doing, but there was no point in getting under their skins and have to do double the work. Ossan vehemently refused to join Yamamoto's Squad for personal reasons, which Shirosaki perfectly understood. The cursed Old Man was responsible for more death and destruction than any other living Shinigami.
Divisions Three and Nine were also not an option as Aizen was 'in charge' of their Taichou. Again, no point in putting a sing on their back saying 'Pick me!'. The Fourth, Eight and Thirteen were also a 'no, no'. The oldest Taichous alive? Hell no! No need to get caught prematurely. In the end, they were left with only Six, Seven and Ten.
It was only natural to choose Squad Six out of the leftover options. Fist and foremost, if they are members of the Sixth, they could keep an extra set of eyes on the targeted Taichou and make their life easier. Second, the Taichou of the Seventh was not even man enough to show his face, let alone what the guy might think… Also, his Fuku-taichou is annoying. As for the Tenth, it would raise a few eyebrows if they were to become missing once their assignment was over. Easy and painless. Now the question was whether the stoic Taichou would even consider them for the job.
Shirosaki was just wriggling his way out of bed. Stretching and popping a few bones in the process was such a gratifying experience now matter the age they lived in. Today was their final day in the stinky Academy. In a few hours the two of them would receive confirmation as to which Division they would belong to. Being the more proactive of the two, Ossan had made himself scarce and went to check on the remaining paperwork.
Seriously, if he was to die and end up in Soul Society, he would make sure to never be brought to the Academy again. One experience was more than enough. He had been surprised by the bureaucracy system, seeing it in full motion made him nauseous. Meh, with any luck, they would be tasked with minor inconveniences and useless jobs.
Reading himself for the day ahead, he was shortly met by the short Ossan. Heh, it was always funny to see the small body harboring the Quincy King. Though, he was not that much better. It took him forever to get used to his new appearances and name. Ossan's name at least made sense. The Emperor had been a wise noble in his days. Well, more like on a higher level than just 'aristocrat'.
Nah, Shirosaki had been stupefied out of his mind when he was given his own new pen-name. Just what kind of game was that shopkeeper playing at when selecting his name? Kurohoshi Akira? Really? Even after all this time, it still pissed him off, thank you very much. He had spent every night in his Inner World consulting Zangetsu on several methods they could use against the scientist when they returned home.
Home… that was a word he found himself using more and more often. Every single time he used it, it was in such similar contents. He somehow associated Karakura and the Old Palace as his home.
'No wonder. He made it feel like home, like a place I could always return to. Even now, I always think of it as the sole location I truly belong.'
His reminiscence was interrupted by a teenagers' calm and serious voice.
"It is time. Have you packed everything?"
Shooting the other with a look that said it all, Shirosaki felt no need to respond. Continuing as if he had received the answer to his question, Ossan, temporarily known as Hino Tomoya, dropped a piece of paper on Shirosaki's futon.
"We are to move to the Sixth Division Barracks within the next hour. Our new uniform will be given to us in there. Normally, we should have received it by now. However, the Kuchiki-Taichou has a strict policy to only issue Shihakusho to those who come on time."
A quick glance to the document confirmed that both Kurohoshi Akira and Hino Tomoya were to report to their new Taichou and Fuku-taichou no later than 9:00 am. Shirosaki's usual deranged grin overtook his face completely.
"How about we scare the living daylights out of them by coming there in six minutes?"
The jovial smirk on Ossan's face could not be hidden no matter how hard the male may have tried. The Gigai he was occupying made it that more difficult to hide his façade. Ossan would never admit to have been reanimated since they met Masaki and was having a lot of fun messing around with both Soren and Aizen. Yet, the contraption made it decidedly difficult to conceal his amusement most of the time.
"Well then, what are we waiting for?"
Without further ado, both took their previously prepared backpacks, papers and used their respective high-speed techniques to reach their new destination. If they were asked, they could always say they were playing a game of tag to see who was faster. Even if Ossan rarely competed in such childish manner, it was essential for their cover, since they were playing the role of rascals. At the same time, their speed could earn them some points with the person Shihouin Yoruichi taught Shunpo.
Ichimaru Gin loved hiding in the shadows, but even more so enjoyed observing everything that was going on without being caught. It was a favorite pastime of his and a daily test of his skills. Aizen was not an easy opponent to catch off-guard and for the past century and a half he had done nothing but spy on the male. He had yet to find an opening to strike the man down, but there was no rush. If there was one thing he learned in his long existence, it is that the more you wait the bigger the chances that your prey will make a mistake.
He only hopped an opportunity would display itself eventually. Meeting Hino Tomoya and Kurohoshi Akira had been an unexpected surprise, even more so when the cat he had started to like and consider a lucky charm, was revealed to be none other than Shunshin* Shihouin Yoruichi.
He hated to admit that he had been completely unprepared for such an outcome. He had believed or prayed that Urahara Kisuke had kept tabs on all of their moves. To have the proof in front of his eyes had been a pleasant surprise.
At first, he was skeptic and refrained from revealing his secrets. After being told that there were more Hogyoku scattered around, he felt mild panic. Aizen was already crazy enough with the one he had created using the power of Shinigami and Rukongai citizens. If the maniac with a God complex was to figure out there were more of those jewels all around… well, only Reiou knows what would happen next.
By his estimates, Aizen was strong, exaggeratedly mighty, smart and cunning. He had witnessed almost all his tricks and had spent most of his lifetime as a Shinigami under his watchful eyes. He was all too aware that he was not immune to Kyouka Suigetsu's hypnosis and he had yet to find a solution to that problem. If on top of that you add immense Reiatsu, Kido skills matching that of a Master, as well as all other things the guy was capable of, you would end up summing only a fraction of Aizen Sosuke.
Gin knew, for among all those who had managed to get close enough to the megalomaniac, he was the sole one to have his own agenda. Frankly, he was surprised the other did not get rid of him as of yet. Aizen was intelligent yes, but sometimes he was too full of himself and so sure everything played as per his tune, he neglected to see what was right in front of his eyes.
Aware that he was playing a dangerous game with an insane person, Gin had kept his distance from the rest of his Shinigami associates. Only to find himself confronted with an ex-Taichou and two students. That had been new and unexpected. In fact, he was willing to bet Aizen knew something about the cat, but he was almost positive he had no intel on the kids from Kusajishi. At least, so far Aizen did not mention anything about new recruits or fresh graduates.
Nothing was ever certain with Aizen and his wed of traps, plans and operations. At the present, he smiled to himself as he watched two Shinigami running towards the Sixth. Running was putting it slightly as both were undoubtedly rushing with Shunpo or something akin to it.
Gin was no fool, he had absolutely no idea what technique had been used when he was moved to wherever he had been dragged away, yet he could tell it was not something a normal Shinigami would use least of all two students, no matter their connections to Urahara Kisuke and Shihouin Yoruichi.
He certainly hoped, everything would move along in time and they could end Aizen once and for all. He did tell them he had no interest in the Hogyoku, which was partly true. Once he found the orb, he planned on finishing Aizen then take the cursed object to Rangiku. He was hoping that, once in his possession, the trinket would release the fragment of Rangiku's soul from its confines. Only when that was done, would he relinquish his hold on the damned thing.
Until then, he would continue doing what he did best… watch, listen and observe…
If someone told PePe his mission to capture the Quincy Grandmaster with his 'Love' would be as easy as drinking a cup of tea, he would probably whack them in the head.
It was becoming harder and harder to get even a glimpse on his target. Haschwalth was endlessly busy running amok the Wandenreich doing this or that biding. If he was smart, he'd think Soren-sama was making his task that much more difficult.
Since he was not one known for having intelligence, the thought never crossed his tiny brain.
What did set PePe off more than his lack of luck in using his power on Haschwalth, was the insufferable Hubert. Every now and then he caught the other approaching the Grandmaster and whisper sweet nothings.
More often than not, Hubbert openly approached the blonde and blurted out a few choice sentences leaving Haschwalth to ponder on the meaning behind his words. Those were the moments he both loved and hated the most.
Every single time he did get an opening like that, someone jumped in and prevented him from using his attack. So far, he was about ready to explode or kill Bazzard Black and Robert Accutrone. Those two, were next on his death list, right after Hubbert.
He might not be smart, but he was not an ape either. PePe knew, if things progressed in this fashion, Hubbert would end up being the victor and turning Haschwalth to their side for Soren-sama.
If anything, he could not let that happen. In his opinion, the only thing that could possibly change the Grandmaster's opinion would be the power of Love. Normally, there was nothing more thrilling than chasing an unsuspecting prey. But in this case, it was not prey he was going after. No, it was another predator and he had every intention of coming on top.
Just thinking of adding Haschwalth to his Harem was enough to motivate him endlessly. PePe had made a silent vow to get the other one way or the other, Hubbert be damned Even if Hubbert was to succeed, he would still use his Love and infuse Haschwalth to the brim.
Oh, yes… Life was definitely getting interesting and hot in this otherwise cold space…
Looking forward to any and all criticism.
Reminders: English is still not my mother language. If I made a mistake along the way, please let me know. Sorry for repeating the same parts all over again xD
*Hikaru* – Japanese name meaning 'light' or 'brightness'
*Raiden* – Japanese name meaning 'thunder' and 'lightning'
*Isamu* – Japanese name meaning 'brave'
*Jimmu* – Japanese name meaning 'divine warrior'. Apparently in Japanese legends this was the name of the founder of Japan as well as the first Emperor. Pretty cool right? Sounds a lot like Jim.
*Katsu* – Japanese name meaning 'victory'
*Nobu* – Japanese name meaning 'trust'
*Shinichi* – Japanese name meaning 'genuine one'
*Junichi* – Japanese name meaning 'pure one'
*Ryouichi* – Japanese name meaning 'good one'
Kurosaki – Japanese surname derived from the kanji 黒 'kuro' which means 'black' and 崎 'saki' which (with this particular kanji) means 'curving cape' or 'curving point' – since it's a cape and I originally thought the name might mean 'Black Blossom', I chose it to be 'Clad in Black' don't shoot me if it's not 100% accurate. But that's kind of my opinion on the meaning of Kurosaki – not sure if you'll all agree, but Ichigo is always in black clothes whenever he goes from one Shihakusho to the other and even his initial Fullbring was 'Clad in Black Flames', until it became a mix of black and white x3
一 (ichi) = One (Numeric), 1st
護 (go) = Protect, Guard
*Shunshin* – Goddess of Flash
Until next time, enjoy! :D