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Hi everyone!
God it's been ages since my last update… sorry for that. I'd need a book or two just to explain all that's been going on in my life, but that would be boring, so I'll skip the unnecessary rant.
Here goes Chapter 38!
Chapter XXXVIII
Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni… a name which instills both fear and respect in the hearts of souls living in the afterlife. "The Sōtaichō" an old and powerful title meant to discourage anyone from wishing harm upon Soul Society. To sum it up, it belongs to the man who has been in charge of the Gotei 13 since its foundations… the same person who build the Shinigami Academy, placed its standards, gave birth to Seireitei, the purpose behind the Rukongai and fought its way in numerous battles.
Many lived under the impression the elderly Shinigami leader was invincible, astute beyond words and unstoppable… Which, in all honesty, wasn't far from the truth. After all, rare were those who could brag to have been defeated only twice in a lifetime, let alone when that one life spanned over two thousand years.
And yet, watching the fragile looking male sitting comfortably in his office doing paperwork, would make one wonder if the rumors and stories surrounding the ancient Shinigami were true. That is, until the man opened his wrinkled wine-red eyes, releasing a fraction of the terrifying power hidden within the aged body… a mighty Reiatsu, caged and contained could be felt in those instants, one which screamed to be set free to lay waste onto the worlds or upon a worthy opponent.
A knock on wooden double doors made the Sōtaichō put a pause to his current work. Truth be told, the man had been anxiously waiting for an excuse to take a break from the atrocious job of cross-checking and adjusting the monthly report from the Eleventh Squad. He really should consider appointing one of his own crew to the Eleventh, if nothing else, just to have the bureaucratic aspect of the job completed correctly and in a timely manner.
Shaking his thoughts, he grunted a semi-pleasant: "Come in."
As the doors opened, the air all around seemed to pause. A young man took sure and steady steps towards the Sōtaichō's desk, unperturbed and with all the grace of a predator admiring its future prey. Blue eyes flicked with concealed amusement, fury, curiosity and a myriad of other emotions, until they too took a standstill, becoming darker and frighteningly impassive.
"Those are not the eyes of a young Shinigami, much less of an unseated officer. No. There is wisdom in those orbs beyond the boy's physical appearance. His stance is one born from years spent in blood, sweat and leadership experience. I was right to question this child's posture and sudden arrival in the Sixth Division. The only question left is: who is he?"
The Sōtaichō's train of thoughts was interrupted when the youngster politely bowed and greeted in a calm and tender voice: "Good afternoon Sōtaichō-dono. Here are the reports you requested from Kuchiki-Taichou."
Yamamoto closely watched every movement, every twitch in the other's body. The paperwork was smoothly and neatly placed on his desk. It was perfection. And yet, there was nothing, absolutely nothing he could sense from the boy. Besides the fact that the youngling was not intimidated nor afraid of being in his presence. Where other Shinigami would tremble and show a healthy doze of concern, this child dared to look composed and utterly at ease. It was as if the youngster was an equal in both position and power instead of a mere delivery boy.
"Confidence or arrogance?" wondered the Sōtaichō, while observing the documents laid on his table. "It's been ages since anyone other than Jushiro or Shunsui showed such lack of fear in front of me. Not even Unohana comes strolling this casually as she comes with her tangible blood-lust, hidden from most, but not from my eyes."
"As expected of Kuchiki-Taichou." Suddenly exclaimed Yamamoto. "Even on a short notice, he was able to pull this much data. Tell me, boy, did Kuchiki-Taichou gather everything on his own or did he have assistance?"
"Since I was present when the hell-butterfly arrived, I offered my aid.", was the youngster's immediate response.
"Oh? He actually let you help?" That was new. Since when does Kuchiki-Taichou allow anyone inside his family collection? Some of the scrolls and manuscripts within the Kuchiki library are even more important than certain sections of the Daireishokairō, especially since the Kuchiki's oversee the compilation and protection of Soul Society's history. Even so, he allowed an unseated kid to collect information pertaining to a war?
"Yes sir."
The coolness in the boy's tone would have made him bristle several centuries ago. Alas, Yamamoto had long ago learned not to fall prey to his own temper. He was obviously not going to get any leads from the infant. At least, not the conventional way. He'd have to poke and prod in the old fashion way by pushing buttons and limits.
"This day may turn fun after all.", happily thought the Eldest Shinigami alive.
"Sasakibe-san, would you be so kind as to prepare some tea and snacks for us? I want to immediately go through the data Kuchiki-Taichou provided and have them returned via his messenger.", Looking smugly at the "child" in the room, he arrogantly added: "Of course, I'll send a Hell Butterfly to your Taichou to reassure him his little assistant is spending time with me. We wouldn't want him to think you ran while on duty, would we?"
From the balcony overlooking Seireitei, Sasakibe Fuku-taichou entered the room, bowed once and quickly left. Every single movement of the loyal subordinate had been meticulous and so quiet that it would put to shame even members of the infamous Onmitsukidō. As the double doors closed, the youngster made a small bow of his head, addressing the elder Shinigami with controlled respect. A reverence which Yamamoto felt was as fake as the child's monotone voice.
"How very kind of you Sōtaichō-dono. I thank you for your consideration. Though, rest assured, Kuchiki-Taichou already requested I return only when you finished inspecting those documents." Lifting his head, the boy's lips too quirked in a barely visible sneer while adding: "They do hold valuable information which shouldn't fall into wrong hands."
The ease in which the boy stood his ground, spoke volumes to Yamamoto.
"He knows what I requested from Kuchiki Byakuya." Thought the ancient Shinigami. "He knows and is trying to show me he doesn't care. He is challenging me while displaying disinterest. How remarkable. It is no wonder Kuchiki mentioned him a few times and has come to hold the boy in high regards"
"Indeed, what's written in these papers should be on a 'Need to know' basis." Emphasized Yamamoto. "Which is precisely why I am surprised Kuchiki-Taichou allowed anyone near them in the first place."
"Sometimes need and necessity make us do things we normally wouldn't even consider." Wisely said the youngster. "I was available and at hand at the appropriate time. It is only natural to make myself useful to my superior. Wouldn't you agree Sōtaichō-dono?"
There was an unwavering confidence radiating from those blue eyes and Yamamoto couldn't but find them fascinating. They reminded him so very much of someone from old times. A child from the Living World… the first soul ever to defeat him in combat. True, the fight ended up in a draw, since both parties left injured and alive. But to Yamamoto that had been the first taste of true failure. He had been both ecstatic and downright murderous at not having killed a kid who was protecting a village Yamamoto had wished to obliterate.
Those eyes reminded him of his first enemy and the first person to leave a scar upon his body. Never had anyone been able to leave a scratch on Yamamoto much less draw blood. Even now he could see it as clearly as if it had happened only minutes ago.
He could taste it… the red liquid flowing from his head wound and the tired yet satisfied expression of the boy. Both a novelty to the once unbeatable Yamamoto. He should have ended the insolent's life there and then, but, for some reason, he didn't want to… It had been the most fun he had had in a fight… the most thrilling… the most satisfying.
Hence, he left the battle between the two unfinished, something he had never done before. His fights tended to be swift, leaving naught but ashes from deceased opponents and a chunk of barren landscape. And there he had been, cut by a kid with reddish-brown eyes full of fire and passion. So similar, yet so different from Ryūjin Jakka's flames.
Thinking back, he truly had been a monster like no other… Hell, Hollows were thought of as mere kittens when set side by side with a man such as himself and his old cruel habits. Those were dark times. It was the age when lunatics, like Yamamoto, ruled over the weak and took everything for granted.
Here he was, once again dared by a mere kid and before he was consciously aware, Yamamoto opened his eyes staring the other down.
Instead of collapsing from the sudden increase of Reiatsu, the boy impassively continued to stare at the Sōtaichō as if nothing was happening, leaving Yamamoto once again astonished.
"Only seasoned Taichou's should be able to withstand this level of Reiatsu. So, why is this youngling standing unruffled?"
"Is this how you intimidate your officers, Yamamoto?" slowly asked the impertinent boy. "By opening your eyes and glancing at the unfortunate individual till he or she burns from the inside-out? Well, news flash, it doesn't work on everyone. Though, I'm sure you received a report about me from Kuchiki-Taichou."
Having finished his little speech, the insolent boy started to move towards the Sōtaichō's desk as if it was the most normal thing to do.
"Tell me," continued the child: "is that why you requested from Taichou to dig so far into the past? Should Soul Society and all the unfortunate souls living here worry that the Ash Daemon* is back after a millennium of peace? Or is this just light reading material to the likes of you?"
At this point, the desk and a hefty pile of paperwork were the only objects standing between the two males. Though, both were aware that it would disintegrate the instant either one unsheathed their blade. With all the audacity of a child in front of a wolf, the younger placed both hands on the desk, leaning down till lips whispered into Yamamoto's ear.
"Pray tell, which is it Sōtaichō-dono."
Unperturbed, Yamamoto continued to stare into those blue orbs. Searching… wondering…
"It's been so long since anyone referred to me as 'The Ash Daemon'. When was the last time I felt my blood boil? Why do I have this blazing need to reduce him to cinders? Just who is Hino Tomoya?"
Raising to the bait, just as silently as the last question had been made, Yamamoto inquired: "What is it to you, boy?"
With deliberate moves, Hino Tomoya raised his head to stare the Sōtaichō face-to-face. He then gave a small smile and simply answered.
"Nothing. Naught but childish curiosity. You did request for a rather interesting material which would make anyone wonder what you were up to. It is even more suspicious to those who know or have access to your past records. With Kuchiki-Taichou being the Head of the Kuchiki Clan and the sole living soul in Seireitei to have access to your records, is it really so far-fetched that he would show a desire to know the reason behind your unusual demand?"
Moving a few steps backwards, but never breaking eye contact, Hino Tomoya continued: "As for my involvement… let's just say it was a lucky coincidence… or unfortunate, depending on how you take it, Sōtaichō-dono."
Taking a good look at the youngling in front of him, Yamamoto started to go through a mental list of people: enemies, allies and everything in between. He was searching for something to click in place, a reason which could potentially connect this man with his greatest nemesis. There was no doubt that this unusual Shinigami he had heard so much about from Kuchiki-Taichou, was somehow connected to the Quincy. This realization brought many unanswered questions. But the most prominent was: How?
Upon their deaths, Quincy didn't go to Soul Society… as far as he had been able to see. All Quincies, he had observed, went straight for the re-birthing process. Either that or they simply vanished from existence. There had been exceptions… in times of old… were Quincies disappeared and reappear at random as humans without powers or memories of their past lives. Those were also the few Quincies who wound up in Soul Society as normal souls only to live, die and be born in the Living World as all human souls do.
So, was it at all possible that a Quincy… a descendant from that man was standing in his office? If so, wouldn't it be more natural for the boy to attempt an assassination? Especially, if this child was truly related to the Emperor? Surely, Yamamoto's sin must be well known among Quincy lore…
"I see. Am I to presume your presence here, in Soul Society, is just a fluke? Even souls living in the worst regions of Rukongai have a certain history to them. There are reports of where and when they lived before passing on, whom performed Konso and so on. For you and your partner, besides a minor document of being from Kusajishi, there is no other lead. As if you came to be out of thin air."
Yamamoto's words made sense and it shouldn't have come as a surprise that Soul Society kept files upon files on its residents. Even so, Hino Tomoya had an appropriate counter-line: "Is it really improbable that tracks of low-life scoundrels are not kept as meticulously as those of regular residents from districts forty and above?"
Taking the words into consideration, Yamamoto mulled the information over, until he finally agreed: "Perhaps, that might be true. Not much is kept form individuals living beyond district fifty. Even so, I am positive there should be more solid leads, especially considering both of your skills. A rumor or a tale which would prove your existence before arriving at the Academy."
Smiling softly, Hino added: "What can I say, Akira and I are not trouble-making material. We've kept to ourselves and avoided contact with other beings for the longest of times. We only decided to enroll once we felt it was more convenient. Besides, it's not like we came to turn Soul Society asunder. Had that been our intention, we wouldn't be having this conversation."
Yamamoto could see it in the other's eyes, in the sure stance and the deadly calmness radiating of the youth that every single syllable had been true. Had they wished to destroy Soul Society, nothing would stop them from trying and would most likely put a devastating dent in their forces. Which prompted his next question: "Then what is your purpose?"
Shrugging lightly, the child steadily answered: "We have our reasons. One of them is to atone for a mistake… a sin from the past we both carry on our shoulders." Following these words, the boy took a deep breath and closed his eyes, as if in respect to whatever haunted his conscience. Soon, though, the child resumed as if nothing happened: "The other one is to prevent the death of one Kuchiki-Taichou. And, finally, to unravel a traitor among your lines. Yet, no matter how cautious or meticulous we are in our search, we can't find solid evidence on the latter."
Silence momentarily befell the room and its two occupants, a true testament to the heaviness of their conversation.
Gradually, Yamamoto broke the standstill: "A traitor you say?", wondered the Sōtaichō aloud: "Such big words coming from a Quincy descendant."
The last sentence was meant to both confirm his suspicion and be slightly offending. Yet, it lacked a certain edge to make it poisonous to anyone whom knew the ancient Shinigami. Judging by the lack of reaction from the youngster, the boy too was aware it was meant more as a test rather than an insult. Casually, as if chatting about the weather, Hino proceeded.
"Is that why you wanted those papers? You want to find out if Akira and I are somehow connected to that old race Central 46 obliterated nearly two-hundred years ago? Or are you searching for something from further back? From nearly a millennium ago?"
Not expecting an answer to his queries, the boy continued: "Search as you might, you won't find anything. Honestly, you could have asked. We might have skipped all this unnecessary foreplay."
Seeing an eyebrow twitch, Hino decided to put the other out of his misery, at least partially: "Before you make any assumptions, let me make perfectly clear that two more Taichou's are aware of our goal: to uncover and stop a conspirator in the making… An impostor with a God complex."
Not wanting to let go of his hold on the older male, Hino pushed further, wanting to make sure his point came across.
"As mentioned before, another reason for our stay, is to protect Kuchiki-Taichou. By now, I'm sure you must have heard about him being targeted by an unknown group. Our job is to kill two birds with one stone, so to speak. Keep Kuchiki-Taichou safe, while gathering data and evidence of an even greater threat, one which could bring Soul Society to its knees."
His words must have finally hit home, for the Sōtaichō quietly inquired: "Who is the traitor?"
Exhaling dejectedly, Hino honestly responded: "Without proper evidence, it is pointless to mention any names, don't you think? If we were to spread this information, the perpetrator could go into hiding, change his plan of action, or do some other unexpected move which would end up badly for everyone involved. All I can say is this: you would never expect it from this person. On a bright note, your pupils are not involved, besides being partially aware of our situation."
Nodding slowly, the Sōtaichō took the whole conversation to memory and heart. Though, there was one last question he wanted answered before he made any final decisions or plans.
"You would like me to believe you are not here to extract vengeance for the destruction of the Quincy bloodline?", asked Yamamoto in a monotone voice: "No wish to annihilate me for bringing an end to the first war? Are you saying there are no relatives you wish to avenge? Don't try to say you have absolutely no intentions of raising your sword against my person, for only an infant would believe such lies."
The sudden sadness in blue eyes as well as a turn of the head, was the sign Yamamoto waited. He knew, he hit a spot right there and then. Preparing for a confrontation, the Sōtaichō raised his cane from his lap onto the table, ready to withdraw his Zanpakuto at a moment's notice.
"You are absolutely right." Said the boy, raising his head towards the ceiling. "That is precisely why I have no intention of saying such a thing."
Shocked out of his mind, Yamamoto could do nothing but stare at the youth. The Sōtaichō was waiting for a sign, a twitch of a muscle which he could use to render the youth into cinders.
"You are correct." Repeated the child, this time facing the man opposite him head-on: "What you did… I'm sure you are aware which is your greatest crime… No. I am not talking about your hand in sealing the Quincy King nor the Downfall or End of the First War. You were just a participant, but not the true mastermind. No. What have in mind is something far worse. I am talking about the time when you raised your hand against an unarmed opponent, shot the ill-fated soul, quite literally, in the back and left the poor body for dead."
The seconds those words left the boy's lips, Hino Tomoya ceased to exist, accept for his outer appearance. In his stead, the argument was spoken with all the force and sentiments of Kurosaki Juhabach. And though, Juhabach had no intentions of revealing his true identity, he had a need to know why Yamamoto had done what he did all those centuries ago. At that moment, he was not an Emperor, nor a master swordsman, he was a grandfather.
"I could care less for all the misconducts and offences you had prior to that incident or after. But, killing a defenseless and harmless youth in cold blood from the back… that must have been the most sickening, most revolting felony you committed in your long life. So, yes, I cannot say that the idea of cutting you never crossed my mind."
Even with Ryūjin Jakka at his side, Yamamoto could have sworn the room temperature fell by a few degrees. The venom, hurt and conviction were tangible and spoke of someone whom had seen a horrific scene first hand instead of a soul having been told of a crime he may have committed. Thinking far back, Yamamoto was trying to figure out exactly when he raised a hand against an unarmed opponent. And then… it started to come back…
"But I'm not here to judge you," continued Hino: "Nor will I be the one to take your life for that offence. And you know why? Probably not, so I'll say it out loud… No matter how disgraceful of a move that had been, not to mention, the damage you caused to that unfortunate individual… he survived."
For the first time in a while Yamamoto opened both eyes from shock. He remembered clearly… The old 'Still Forming' Central along with several members of the Noble Clans set Yamamoto onto the Quincy King, forced the Emperor away from his troops and started the sealing technique. At one point during the 'Proceeding' a boy, probably no older than twenty, came between the spell, the Shinigami and the Quincy Emperor.
He remembered chocolate-brown eyes pleading them to refrain from sealing the King… something about everything being a deception or the like. Obviously, the Central of the time along with the Nobles refused to listen. Yamamoto himself, neglected to hear the boy out. He had been much more upset that his greatest rival was being sealed without having a chance to destroy him himself.
Having realized it was a lost cause, the impudent male defied them by grabbing a hold of the Emperor and not letting go. What did the kid say again? Ah, yes: "If you, the commanding order of Soul Society, can choose to blindly seal an innocent man, then you shouldn't have any issues with condemning me as well."
Obviously, the kid had had no idea how Kido worked. Yamamoto had thought it weird, since the boy had been dressed in Shinigami garbs. Naturally, chaos ensured, and Yamamoto was ordered to remove the pest enough to complete the ritual. Having no wish to fight nor any inclination towards removing the boy forcefully, Yamamoto had shot him in the back with several medium level spells. When the kid refused to bulge even then, Yamamoto used a Hado 88… The destructive force did its job… the kid had a hole in the back from the lower back all the way to the first few ribs.
Messy but efficient. With a broken spine the male was unable to continue holding the Emperor. If memory served, the kid fell to the ground, barely breathing and bleeding all over the place. Once the seal had been placed and the area cleansed, Yamamoto recalled the heart-wrenching scream and cries. But, even those desperate sounds softened, until the boy became completely still.
With such a wound and lack of detectable Reiatsu, they all thought the child passed away. Could it be they were wrong? Did they truly prolong the kid's suffering till he spoke to someone? Why did Hino Tomoya know something like that? Was he there? No! Yamamoto was certain this youngster had not been there. Then… How? His trip down Memory Lane was interrupted by Hino's interference.
"Your face says you can't believe it. Well, it's true. The boy you nearly killed survived that attack, not only that… but he… he never accused you nor did he hold any grudge against you for doing that."
"How many times am I going to be left speechless by an infant today?", wondered the Sōtaichō. "Does this mean, the kid actually lived not only to tell the tale but to have an offspring as well? Could Hino Tomoya be a descendant from that boy instead of a Quincy? So far, he never confirmed to be one. His Reiatsu too doesn't scream 'Quincy' as it should."
Looking deeply into blue eyes, Yamamoto tried to connect the meddling Shinigami from the past with this spirited youth.
"Hm… There is hardly any resemblance between them. Though, it would explain why Hino has such intel in past events. It would also explain his presence in Soul Society. If he is a Shinigami descendant, then Seireitei is his legitimate home. This would also explain the lack of data, since it is likely his family had lived in hiding in the lower districts of Rukongai. If the kid back then survived and ended up having a family, this would have been the wisest move. I do recall both the Central and Nobles had been livid with that Shinigami's intrusion. Had he been discovered, he would have been eliminated along with his whole family. No wonder they cleaned their traces. I would have done the same too."
A new staring contest began between the two. One was overthinking, while the other wondered just what kind of conclusion the Sōtaichō reached. Having been alive for as long as he had, Ossan disguised as Hino Tomoya could only guess what his former enemy was thinking. Nevertheless, he wanted to see if Yamamoto ever regretted using such a high scale technique on an unarmed man. In all the centuries passed, he couldn't let this opportunity slip. Pushing a little further, he hopped he would finally crack the Sōtaichō's indifferent mask.
"Regardless of my own disgust whenever I see your face, in memory of that brave and untainted soul, I can't find in me the will to taint his past courage and purity with your blood. Though, it is my wish to know if his efforts in making sure no one would critic you were justified."
Ossan knew he was going a bit far. It was, after all, a very bold request. Shinigami were disciplined for far less. And yet, he wanted to know if Ichigo had been right when he said the older man regretted the act.
Seconds stretched, and neither spoke or moved. Slumping his shoulders, Ossan was ready to accept he would never figure the mystery out, when the Sōtaichō softly spoke.
"For what it's worth, I would like for you and your family to know this little detail… In respect of the displayed courage and struggle demonstrated by that young man, I've never used that Kido since. It was the only way I had at my disposal back then and even nowadays to pay my respect to an opponent I did not confront head on. I thank you for reminding me why I refuse to use that Hado in combat."
Surprised by the Sōtaichō's words, "Hino" couldn't repress a small smile from forming on his face. It was nice to know that the imposing and fearsome Ash Daemon possessed a heart and soul buried underneath all the heat and muscled body.
"Thank you 'Eijisai-san', though it is 'Genryūsai' these days, isn't it?"
Ticked at the usage of yet another nickname, Yamamoto looked at the kid in front of him and said in a fatherly tone: "This confirms that insolence and meddling run in the family, am I right, brat?"
"If only you had any idea how wrong you are Yamamoto.", thought Ossan fondly.
There was no time for a comeback as Sasakibe returned with a tray of hot tea and several senbei* and manju* pieces in different plates. From then on, Yamamoto took care to rummage through the newly arrived set of papers, while 'Hino Tomoya' sat comfortably on a nearby chair, munching on a senbei. While Shirosaki may have liked the manju better, Ossan was far more reserved and wouldn't have minded some coffee instead of tea. Not that he would ever mention anything of the sorts while in Seireitei.
At the same time, Ossan was positive his identity issue wouldn't rise anytime soon again. Not with how Yamamoto easily seemed to calm after telling Hino to share the information with his 'family'. Ossan was willing to bet Yamamoto confused him with a Shinigami progeny and was more than happy to let him live in the believable delusion.
Opposite from him, Yamamoto, took his time going through the reports of old. Some details were censored while others seemed a little off at least to the best of his memories. There were certain parts which left much to be desired, such as mysterious disappearances of officers and many reports of agents missing in action. The more he went through the myriad of papers, the more the situation appeared to be familiar.
"It is not uncommon for history to repeat itself.", thought the Eldest Shinigami: "Normally, beforehand there are small signs of warning before disaster strikes. So far, we've had more than enough red flags indicating that something is amiss. Yet, there is never anything concrete from which we may move forward. Perhaps Byakuya is right in letting Hino and his partner work from the shadows. It might not be as per the book, but, with any luck, it will bring the perpetrator to light."
Stealing another quick glance at the kid sipping tea, Yamamoto once again confirmed that there was much more to the young boy than what met the eyes. So long as no laws were broken, and no illicit actions were taken, he was more than happy to let things progress on their own.
Leaving Zangetsu to his 'sleep-time' in their shared world had been a sad event for little Ichigo. He did cheer-up a little knowing that the mighty friend was just resting and would, eventually, return to make him company. Still, to lose his only friend so suddenly was a bitter experience he hoped would never happen again.
Stretching from the bed, Ichigo rubbed his eyes removing the last bits of sleep, never noticing the pleased exhales left by two figures near the door. Before he could fully gather his wits, Ichigo was strongly hugged and caressed by his mother.
Seeing their boy finally stir from the unbreakable slumber brought a sense of peace within Masaki and a release of tension she had never experienced before. Her child was finally awake and by the looks of things, perfectly fine, hence, in her books, everything was perfect with the World.
She vaguely felt Isshin getting behind her, waiting for his chance to pounce on the unsuspecting child. At times, she wasn't sure whether she approved of Isshin's antics around Ichigo or not. It was all in good fun and it would inevitably sharpen the child's 'survival' skills. Yet, they were not in Soul Society where one had to be vigilant of anyone and everything 24/7… On second thought, maybe it wasn't such a bad idea…
Yes, the Living World was nothing like Soul Society and was definitely technologically advanced. That did not mean it was completely safe. Abductions, crimes, murders and many more issues occurred every day. Not to mention, the increasing number of Hollows around Karakura. Perhaps they should consider changing towns?
This was certainly not the first time she thought about leaving Karakura, but other factors always prevented her from going elsewhere. At first, it was her love for the city. In the short time she had spent in the little town, she grew very fond of the place. The fact that her only distant relatives were here was also a playing factor. This was also the town she first met Isshin, where she had her first date and kiss, the little angel she was holding in her hands was born in the little town as well.
Regardless of the Hollow infestation, she had to admit that Karakura was relatively calm. Compared to bigger cities, there wasn't a lot of crime going around. The neighborhood was peaceful, and the people were very pleasant. All these influences kept her from leaving.
Maybe it was her over-protectiveness that made her mind run a mile per nanosecond, but at the end of the day, she will always cherish the tiny town and its homey feeling, Hollows be damned!
Another thing she enjoyed immensely, was the fact that Ichigo rarely ever stopped her from spoiling him. She knew that Ichigo loved the attention she gave him, but at times she noticed her son avoided Isshin like a plague.
"Why would Ichigo have this repulsion towards Isshin? Granted, it is nice when I can hog our baby all to myself… but I can't but worry that he sees Isshin as a bad guy. I certainly hope Ichigo is not already jealous of his father. Nah… it can't be. It must have something to do with Isshin's antics that all."
Even though she wasn't convinced that she was right, she hoped the conflict would dissipate in time. Maybe it was a mother-child thing during the first years of growing up?
At the same time, she was scared beyond words on how Ichigo would react now that the 'Inner Hollow' had been repressed. As per Urahara-san, Ichigo should be normal if more sensitive to tiredness and with random sleep impulses. But would her son hate them both for what they did? Did Ichigo even remember what happened? These questions plagued her, and she was aware her jitters wouldn't stop until she knew for sure. Wanting to face the issue head-, she went ahead with a mini-interrogation.
"Good morning love. Did you sleep well?"
Looking up from the hug, Ichigo wasn't so sure of how to respond: "Um… I… yes?"
The fact that the answer sounded more like a question didn't escape parent's ears, nor the detail that Ichigo tended to be a ball of energy ready to jump and run at any occasion. Perhaps taking the Hollow away had been too traumatic for their four-year-old? Still, it was a monster that would have eaten the child from the inside-out. How could they not react before it was late?
Seeing the insecurity in her son's eyes, Masaki tried a different approach.
"I'm not sure about you two, but I am starving. I was planning to make some omurice* but I can't do it alone. If only there was someone really good at batting eggs together…"
As anticipated Ichigo's mood turned from gloomy to cheerful in an instant.
"Me! Me! I can help!", said the boy excitedly.
"Wait a second.", interrupted Isshin: "Shouldn't I be the one to give a helping hand?"
Shaking his head in the negative the child deadpanned: "Nuh-uh. Daddy is no good cooking. Choose me mommy."
"Hm… What to do?", Masaki pretended to ponder and then she concluded: "How about this… daddy will set the table while you and I prepare lunch."
"Yes!"
Chuckling at Ichigo's happiness, Masaki watched as Isshin bounced out of the room voicing some nonsense about wicked missile-dishes and heroic sumo-chopsticks. Honestly, sometimes she was under the impression there were two kids in the house.
Before long, everyone was immersed in their own activity. Ichigo was diligently batting the eggs, while Isshin was 'fighting' the dishes to their 'places' making the entire family burst out in laughter.
"That was how the house should always be.", thought Masaki: "Full of radiant smiles and happiness."
"Ne, Ichigo.", unexpectedly spoke Masaki. Once the boy turned to give his mother all his attention, Masaki lowered herself to her son's eye level and continued: "Would you like to have a little brother or sister?"
A plate could be heard falling to the ground and breaking, courtesy of one stupefied Isshin, while Masaki intently stared her son straight in the eyes. Confused and a little curious, Ichigo tilted his head to the side, trying to figure out what the question was all about.
"Um… you mean like Uyu-kun*?"
Masaki giggled, her little angel was so cute when confused. Although, she had to admit, her son's misinterpretation was completely natural. It's not as if he was old enough to know or understand how babies were born. She just hopped her child was not going to be al jealous or, heavens forbade, mean to his possible future sibling. Thinking fast, she came up with a solution.
"Not quite love. You see, just like you, Uryū-kun is already all grown-up. If you are going to have a little brother or sister, they are going to be very small… just like Emika*-san's Koharu*-kun from a few days ago."
Ichigo made a pout while trying to remember who Emika-san or Koharu-kun were. So far, he could only remember his mother's name but if what his mommy said was a given, then he met these new people recently. A blurry image of a shapely woman with long black hair holding a pale blue blanket formed in his head. Then, there was a weird noise and he was raised to see what was hidden underneath the soft fabric. He was told by his mom that it was a little boy but try as he may, he couldn't recall any noteworthy details about the encounter.
He could tell that his mom wanted something from him. Acceptance? A positive answer? He wasn't all that sure he understood what was going on but his desire to see his mother happy overruled everything else. Hesitant, hoping he was about to ask the right question, he shyly spoke:
"Um… Would it make mommy happy?"
Masaki gave her son one of her best reassuring smiles.
"Yes.", she honestly responded: "I believe it would be lovely to have a baby around the house. Then you could help me look out for them, play with them and teach them like a cool big brother."
The idea of having someone to play with was all it took to change Ichigo's uncertainty around. Kids at the playground didn't like him much for some reason, so having someone he could have fun with sounded like a dream come true and he quickly agreed: "Okay."
Masaki ruffled Ichigo's hair and stood straight again, while Ichigo resumed his duty of batting eggs together.
Isshin, who had become speechless at the mention of more kids, quietly approached Masaki from behind, hugging her and whispering softly in her ear.
"Are we having another one"
Knowing that they didn't want to interrupt Ichigo's cooking attempts, Masaki whispered back: "It's possible but not confirmed. Though, my periods are rather late."
It was all that Isshin needed to grab Masaki and twirl her around, laughing and screaming in uncontrolled happiness cooking be damned.
"Such wonderful news! Oh Kami! Our little family is about to become huge!"
Ichigo barely managed to escape being pulled into the "mess" as flour, rice, some vegetables and other ingredients went flying along with his mommy. He did, though, join in on the laughter and overall contagious happiness both parents radiated.
Back in Seireitei, one 'Kurohoshi Akira' was wandering around the busy streets surrounding Division Six. His partner had convinced him to search for any weaknesses or entry points which could be exploited to sneak inside the Fifth Squads' barracks.
So, what was he doing roaming around the Sixth? Turns out, all Divisions shared a similar if not totally exact layout. Any issues he could find within his own Squad could be used to enter other Divisions uninvited.
He hated to admit it, but it was a hard job. Luckily both Squads were close to one another, thus, even if he did accidentally wonder a little 'off-mark', no one would make a big fuss about it.
"It's been years and we are still nowhere near nailing Aizen to the wall." Huffed the tall male in exasperation. "At least we're almost done with the Kuchiki mission."
It never ceased to surprise him how Shinigami thought time was not important. Just the other day he ended up arguing with a lower seated officer about their lack of punctuality. The same could be said about Kuchiki Byakuya's third family branch. The lousy lot thought that if they took their sweet time, they would catch Byakuya off guard, eliminate the noble and take over the clan.
"Ha! As if. Not while Ossan and I are on the job.", Shirosaki mentally cheered.
It was a pity the two elusive assassins were so hard to catch in the act but at least it was a good chase. At one point, they finally managed to follow them all the way to their employer.
"Reminder to never wed into Noble Clans. Oh, who am I kidding, I'd rather be killed than forced into any kind of marriage."
Growling under his breath, Shirosaki disguised as Kurohoshi neglected to pay attention to the people around him. Which is the only reason he was 'captured' by a person he had avoided as much as he could.
"Yo Kurohoshi-san. It's good to finally catch you on a day off. Want to get something to drink. My treat!" An energetic Shiba Kaien jovially spoke to his look-alike.
Ever since 'Kurohoshi Akira' and 'Hino Tomoya' graduated from the Academy, they had relentlessly avoided all rumors surrounding Akira's appearance as he was constantly compared to a certain Shiba-Fuku-taichou. At first, Shirosaki thought it was a fairy tale from over-exaggerated drunken blokes.
The first time he did see the famous Shiba, Shirosaki's heart stopped in its tracks. The guy could have easily passed for his twin. Cut his hair, change the color into a more bluish black, replace his eyes with aqua-green and add those extra long lower eyelashes and voila. You'd get two sets of Kaien in an instant.
The whole ordeal became a popular debate within the Shinigami Women Association. The crazy chicks demanded more than once to have pictures taken of both males in close quarters. Something about them resembling one another and a very high profit that could be made from the numerous members of the Kaien fan-base.
Personally, Shirosaki found the guy to be interesting, yes, but not very noteworthy. The fact that they could pass as twins ticked him off to no end. But at least those eyelashes and other differences kept him away from remembering his lost love.
"Heck. Compared to Ichigo, this guy is a sissy." Warmly thought Shirosaki: "We may have our similarities and this guy does act a lot like him when it comes to fighting but I'd never change the original for a fake."
Clearing his throat, Shirosaki removed Kaien's hand from his shoulder. "With all due respect Shiba Fuku-Taichou, I'm not in the mood."
"Oh, come on! How many times have I asked you to call me Kaien? We look so much alike we could pass as siblings. Admit it. You can't tell me you're not even a tiny curious about our similarities. For all I know, you could be a lost relative of mine. I can even have you adopted and make you my newest little brother."
With a tick forming on his forehead, Shirosaki dressed as Kurohoshi replied for the millionth time: "It will be a cold day in hell before I even consider joining your Clan."
"Aw. It's not that bad, I swear.", said Kaien with a tap on the other's shoulders. "Ever since uncle Isshin disappeared, our Clan has been near abolished. Which in turn gave us freedom from the shackles most nobles must live with. I dare say, our Elders have never been happier."
"Not gonna happen.", was the swift comeback: "Besides, you just want to get me drunk because you want to know about my life in the Rukongai."
"Pretty please? There are lots of people who want to know more about you and your past. Can you not indulge my curiosity at least once?"
"Nope."
"Darn.", it wasn't often that Kaien saw a hopeless situation. Most of the times, he simply pestered the person until said man gave in. With Kurohoshi, he seemed unable to win even the smallest of arguments: "You sure are a hard nutshell to pry open.", he said: "Why do you have to make things so difficult."
Without missing a beat, Shirosaki instantly responded while pretending to count on his fingers: "Because your fan-base is annoying and downright crazy, the SWA is constantly on your tail and you Shiba's have an unhealthy obsession with pranks."
Thinking over how many times he himself had fallen victim to one of his sister's jokes, Kaien could not but laugh in amusement: "Hehe… Can't argue with the latter. But the first two are not even a thing."
"You sure about that?", inquired Kurohoshi with a suspiciously large grin stretching on his face. Of all the things about the male, Kaien feared that smirk the most. It was always a good sing that shit was about to hit the fan. Which was proven when Kurohoshi merrily added: "What about that group of rabid fans?"
"What group?", wondered Kaien.
Kurohoshi pointed behind them where a cloud of dust could be seen rising high in the air. True to Kurohoshi's words, it did look like a group of females were running in their direction. Swallowing at the crowd barely visible in the distance, Kaien gave the other a perturbed look.
"Have fun escaping." Easily said Kurohoshi as if he was immensely enjoying Kaien's pain. Which the guy probably did. "Here is a piece of advice; grow some for once and propose to that chick you like. It might cool down the insane mob of girls if you settle with one."
Spluttering and blushing, Kaien considered which way he would use this time to escape the swiftly approaching group. It was true, he should probably finally ask Miyako*'s hand in marriage. With any luck, he'll finally be relieved of his fan-base which was open just because he was considered a bachelor.
"Noted. Though, you may want to start running as well. Bye."
With that said, Kaien took to the west in his fastest Shunpo leaving an astounded Kurohoshi behind.
"Damn crazy Shiba's and their antics. I'll never understand why Masaki-chan married this guy's uncle. From her old stories, he is as much of a nut-case as this guy, if not even worse. If she does give birth to Ichigo in this timeline, I sure as hell hope he doesn't inherit much of their personality."
With that thought in mind, Shirosaki took a quick Shunpo in the same direction Kaien went, only to jump in the air and settle on the rooftops. It was just in time to hear the band of chicks yelling: "He went that way!" and charge behind one unlucky Shiba.
"Masaki would have told us if she had a baby, right?", pondered Shirosaki: "That sensation a few years ago… the one both Ossan and I felt… was it all just our imagination? Are we so desperate for his return we would start making things up?"
Exhaling, Shirosaki looked at the clear skies above.
"Ichigo… It's been forever. Hurry up and come back. I can't stand watching all these look-alikes."
Breathing out, Shirosaki returned his gaze back to the ground and the distant cloud which was getting father and farther away from his location.
"Wait… if Kaien is a Shiba and he looks so much like Ichi… does this mean Soren was also a Shiba at one point?"
The new idea sounded plausible. It wasn't that often that people resembled each other. A connection had to be there somewhere.
"Guess we'll have to spend some quality time in the library and archives."
Having made-up his mind, Kurohoshi continued his stroll as if nothing had ever happened opting to stay on the rooftops rater than return to the ground. He'd have to coerce Ossan to break into the library at night to minimize the chances of them being seen snooping around information pertaining to the Shiba Clan. There was no need to try and raise Kaien's hopes up… at least not yet…
Several weeks later, Masaki would take a pregnancy test when she noticed her monthly cycle returned. When it came out negative, she had been devastated, although she did everything in her power to make sure Ichigo wouldn't notice.
Her plan was successful in fooling her little boy but was not enough to deceive Isshin whom could read her like an open book. Exposing the newfound information saddened her but it soon passed, when Isshin offered to "help remedy" the "issue". Needless to say, the two spent the next several weeks in what they dubbed "mission baby-maker". Having a child in the house, a clinic and other responsibilities limited their opportunities, but it never discouraged them.
Just before the end of the Year, the happy couple discovered they had even more reasons to ring in the New Year, for Masaki was confirmed pregnant with her due date being late April or early May.
As her belly grew, Ichigo became more and more animated about having siblings. A few months later, the family was told Masaki was having twin girls. During one of the check-ups, Isshin was found sitting on an uncomfortable chair and calming an overly excited Ichigo.
"Son, now you are all grown-up and you will soon have not one but two little sisters. As the big brother, it will be your duty to take care of them."
"Um… but how can I do that?", worriedly asked Ichigo while pacing around the waiting room. "I'm… I'm not big and strong like some of the other kids in the park. What if something bad happens?"
Isshin could understand his son's insecurities. After all, the kid was taking the whole 'big brother' thing very seriously when Isshin wanted to just joke and make fun of his little boy. An idea popped in his head which he hopped would brighten his son's mood.
"Do you know what your name means?", asked Isshin.
Surprised by the sudden change of topics, Ichigo faltered in his steps and pondered for a few seconds before timidly inquiring: "Um…? Names have meaning?"
"Of course.", confirmed Isshin with a fond smile. Having finally managed to have Ichigo stand still, he took the boy in his lap: "Names are very important for they give us strength, energy and they guide us in life. The difference between knowing a name and its meaning can change a person's life tenfold.*" To demonstrate the difference, Isshin placed his palms facing each other and then stretching them as far as he could go without disturbing the nearby crowd.
"Wow.", gasped the child, trying to figure out how something small could turn so big.
"Yeah, pretty cool right?" Proudly stated Isshin. "Anyway, you, my boy, have a very important name."
"Really? What is it?", wondered the boy.
"Ichigo means 'One Protector'. Actually, now that I think about it…" started Isshin while scratching behind his head: "Your full name Kurosaki Ichigo means 'A Protector Clad in Black'." Chuckling, Isshin recalled the day his son was named: "At least that's what your mommy insisted on calling you."
The idea that it was his mommy that named him made Ichigo smile. Until he remembered a conversation he had had with one of the other kids a little while ago: "But doesn't Ichigo mean strawberry?"
Ruffling his son's hair, Isshin replied: "Only if it is supposed to mean that. You'll see that it all depends on how things are written and interpreted."
Confused at all the big words, Ichigo tried to argue further but was interrupted when Masaki came out from the check-up room announcing that both twins were as healthy as they could be. Any worries and doubts dispersed like dust in the wind when Masaki with a huge belly smiled at her son, who returned the affection in kind. He'd think about names and bullies later.
Late in the night of May 8th, Masaki was taken to the hospital. As per her words, the twins were coming.
Hours later and well into the late morning of May 9th the commotion was over. Ichigo was finally able to see his mother laying in a large bed holding two bundles in each arm. Seeing his son's curiosity, Isshin raised Ichigo in his arms and allowed him to see his sisters.
Both were fast asleep and so very tiny. One of them had a small tuft of black hair peeking out from the warm covers, while the other had light brown hair. As if sensing the approach of their father and brother, both babies opened their eyes revealing astonishing blue orbs. Looking at his sisters, Ichigo smiled and waved at the girls. He knew the babies couldn't possibly wave back with their arms hidden under the blankets. Though, both he and his parents were mildly surprised when the newborn infants started to gurgle and coo.
It was in that moment that Ichigo made up his mind. Seeing how joyful everyone around him was, made him want to protect and keep his family safe. He had heard about a thing called 'dojo' where kids his age went to train 'kakate' and get stronger. Once he would get back home with bigger family, he would demand his dad to enroll him, so he could become powerful enough to keep his family smiling.
Looking forward to any and all criticism as well as reviews :D
Reminders: English is 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
*Ash Daemon* – yep… totally went there. I thought it would have been awesome if Yamamoto had had a nickname or something from the time before he assembled the Shinigami and the Academy. There is an instance in the manga where a chibi Shunsui asks Yamamoto about an old photo displaying a Shinigami engulfed in flames (poor kid never knew that was his sensei before he 'civilized' himself). At that instance, Yamamoto did say that the photo was of a demon whom should never return to Soul Society for it would spell its doom. Considering Ryūjin Jakka's Shikai command and Yamamoto's own words I thought Ash Daemon would have a nice ring to it. It sounds like the kind of nickname which could be both fearsome and easily shared among folks from all those centuries ago. Let me know what you think of it ;)
*Senbei* – alternatively also written as sembei – is a type of Japanese rice crackers. They come in various shapes, sizes, and flavors, usually savory but sometimes sweet. Senbei are often eaten with green tea as a casual snack and offered to visiting house guests as a courtesy refreshment.
*Manju* –a popular traditional Japanese confection. There are many varieties of manjū, but most have an outside made from flour, rice powder and buckwheat and a filling of anko (red bean paste), made from boiled azuki beans and sugar. They are boiled together again and kneaded.
*Omurice* – a Japanese omelet dish with fried rice as filling. The rice usually has chicken for meat and a tomato flavor.
*Uyu* – I thought it would be kind of cute if Ichigo as a kid had problems pronouncing certain sounds. Not sure if it's common or if it is different from country to country but lots of kids tend to have issues with saying "r" where I come from. I know I couldn't stop laughing for 5 min since the idea popped in my head xD
*Emika* – Japanese name meaning blossoming flower. Emika-san is a fictional 'neighbor' I created specifically for this chapter, along with her son Koharu. Masaki and Ichigo bumped into her during one of their walks in the park. Not sure we will see her again, so I saw no need to go too much into details xD
*Koharu* – Japanese name meaning little sun. Emika-san's newborn baby born on July 1st. Meaning Ichigo ever saw the child once, a few weeks after its birth. Masaki is using this 'encounter' as a mean to explain how Ichigo's siblings would look like as babies. Not sure if I'll use them again during the story but it might happen. You never know when you have wild imagination :)
*The difference between knowing a name and its meaning can change a person's life tenfold*. – the basis I took for this sentence is from knowing or not knowing a Zanpakuto's name or an attack. When a Shinigami knows its Zanpakuto's name, they obtain their Shikai. Which is at least 5 times stronger than a sealed blade. From there, they can learn various moves and attacks. In both the anime and manga, it is said that knowing an attack's name can make the attack 10 times stronger.
Isshin was a Taichou, so it would make sense that he would slowly try to influence Ichigo through words if nothing else. I thought it would make sense that he would do this during Ichigo's infancy while Masaki was alive. Probably, once Masaki passed away, he lost the wish to have anything to do with the Spiritual World in which point he opted to pretend not to see when Ichigo got himself involved in Shinigami business. Both because Masaki was killed by Grand Fisher after her powers were taken by the Quincy.
Until next time, enjoy! :D