#Retsu Unohana

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We did the guys, so now it's about time to show the babes too 🙂‍↕️

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Bleach Studio Pierrot 2004

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The way Unohana's sword curves really captures me somehow🧐

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AEIWAM canon fun fact for no reason: Zaraki Kenpachi 100% fully believes in, and practices, tarot reading.

The deck he's using is, of course, completely sideways of a conventional tarot. There are no suits, not properly faces, as the deck is entirely comprised of Cards* that he picked up at some point and felt a connect with.

The Garbage Tarot is accurate to the point of violence, will happily tell people about the present or past but gets huffy and sarcastic if you try to prognosticate too much or too specifically. It will never tell anyone how they will die but will practically spell the name and address of who they're going to marry. Or murder. Sometimes both. You get to figure that part out, asshole.

It also seems to work only for Zaraki- even touching the deck can lead to disaster, at least according to Renji who tried to use it once and immediately had the worst run of luck of his life for a week that culminated in a monkey attack and having to get the rabies shots.

Despite its accuracy and the fact it shares Zaraki's peculiar sense of humor, he doesn't use it often. "I ask it when it's an emergency or it tells me it's got news. Otherwise, it's resting. What would happen if you kick in my door in the middle of the night to ask me about your love life? I'd fuckin' castrate you, that's what. Leave it."

* "Cards" here meaning "approximately 3x5 inch flat rectangle-ish objects with two different sides that can be shuffled. This includes, but is not limited to: beer mats he scribbled important names and addresses on, Smutty polaroids he found in the back of a desk drawer, a Christmas card, a compact mirror, laminated natural objects like flowers and snakeskin, swathes of fabric, tile, the checkout cards from Library copies of famous literature, postcards, business cards, academic flash cards, the very small menu of a seafood restaurant, and a handful or normal playing and tarot cards just to be funny.

It makes a horrible noise when shuffled.

Mayuri despises it, calling it superstitious bullshit and refusing Zaraki's offer to do a reading before an important project. Mayuri flounced from the building in disgust, and as soon as he set a toe outside, he was strick by lightning.

Unohana was disappointed that he'd believe in cartomancy at first but she's kept careful notes on the results of the draws and how things turn out and there's always an element of confirmation bias but she's slightly alarmed that it may actually work. To be fair, that would only be the fourth or fifth most improbable thing about Zaraki.

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How they eat you out.

Starring: Shunsui Kyoraku x f!reader; Unohana Retsu x f!reader; Zaraki Kenpachi × f!reader;

Format: short-imagines;

Warnings: nsfw, language, dom!unohana, dom! shunsui, dom!zaraki, sub!reader, switch!shunsui, oral sex (f!reader receiving), oral sex (unohana receiving), vaginal fingering, praise kink, overstimulation, male masturbation, size kink, creampie, dirty talk, vaginal sex;

Plot: they love you, they love you so much that giving you oral has become an art for them. But they all have a different style, their own unique way of doing it. How do they eat you out? What do they do to make you melt under their skilful tongue?

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

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Shunsui Kyoraku.

A master of seduction and the seven deadly sins, he would spend hours eating you out for hearing the sweet chant of moans and whimpers you sang for him. There is not a position you have not tried before, but his unrestrained thirst for you and his untainted desire to make you climax on his tongue made him opt for one that granted him the chance to palm himself and jerk off while exploring the depths of your core, coating his fingers and lips into his personal favorite nectar.

Kneeling in front of you, with your back flattened against the wall, Shunsui grasped one of your legs and draped it over his shoulder, his eye flicking up to check on you as he pushed the soaked fabric of your underwear to the side. Sex with him was intense, but never rough. He took care of you, led you safely towards the apex of pleasure.

"Let me taste you, please" he hoarsely pleaded you, your fingers threading the soft strands of his dark chocolate hair in anticipation.

You sighed, his hot breath fanning your wet folds making goosebumps raise on your thighs. Your reaction did not escape his eye, his mouth latching onto your skin and leaving a trail of wet kisses all the way up to your pussy. Yet, he did not dare to touch you directly, not until you gave him your explicit consent. He needed to hear it from him.

"Please, please, darling, please... Just say the word and I will lavish that pussy until you have no more strength to stand without me supporting you" he purred, teasingly kissing your bundle of nerves.

Electricity coursed through your veins, a shaky breath leaving your lips as you delicately pushed his head back towards your pussy "Feast on me. I'm all yours" you whispered, watching in awe as the Captain Commander grinned mischieviously up at you and proceeded in running his tongue flatly down your folds, before wrapping his lips around your throbbing clit.

Your knees buckled, a throaty moan ripping from your chest as you closed your eyes and lolled your head back against the wall. You knew that practice had made him this good, an ounce of jealousy always seeping into your mind whenever he masterly brought you to Heaven and back on Earth, now he was doing this to you, he was down on his knees to worship your body.

"Fuck! — you whined out, when a soft grunt erupted from his throat — Did I mention your eye-patch is hot?" you breathed out, enjoying the sight of your man spreading your labia with the fingers of his free hand while the other was wrapped around his shaft, busy relieving himself from the aching bulge driving him insane.

Shunsui delved his tongue into you, your fingers pulling on his hair a little tighter to brace yourself.

"Stop it or I will come in my hand..." he groaned, teasingly tugging with his teeth at your slippery folds. He perfectly knew what he was doing, but the sight of his dick in his hand was making you yearn for more.

You did not care if the act could be labeled as rude, demanding, or as a deliberate selfish way to assure yourself your climax, but you pulled his head back by his hair. Panting, quivering legs and a lustful gleam in your eyes you removed your leg from the top of his shoulder and motioned for him to stand up. The Captain Commander stood tall, his large frame a blanket of warmness enveloping you into his arms.

His hands rested flatly on the wall at your sides, caging you between it and his massive body. His stubble glistened in the dim light provided by the lamp on the nightstand and you cupped hos cheek in your hand, running your thumb over his cheekbone.

"Shunsui, I need more. Now" you murmured, your lips nipping on his earlobe as he glided his hands underneath your thighs and picked you up.

He did not say much, he simply rubbed the tip of his cock down your slick to collect your juices and he gradually, smoothly sheathed himself into you with a guttural groan. Your legs were tightly wrapped around his hips, once he began to thrust into you at a sensual pace, your moans sending him on Cloud Nine.

"I love you" he hoarsely said, gritting his teeth as he felt your walls clamping down onto him.

Your mind was fuzzy, but you had enough energy to cling onto him for dear life. Oral sex always led you two to want more and scream each others name at the top of your lungs. Because after all, when have you ever let him come in his hand? Never. He always busted his load into you.

Unohana Retsu.

Calm and collected, radiating a loving aura, she only showed her true colors to you. Not everyone knew about her past. If the stories about how she used to wield her sword to lead the Eleventh Division with pride and unadulterated cruelty had not come straight out of her mouth, you would have probably not believed them. It was hard for you to depict your girlfriend as a blood-thirsted woman who sat on a pile of corpses, crowning herself the queen of a despicable crew of professional assassins. Now, however, as you began to explore your intimacy, you could see some glimpses of her dark side.

The ferocity of such a beautiful and majestic woman claiming her place on the top of the food chain always left you speechless.

She was an attentive lover, overall. Albeit she never forced you to submit, she was pleased by the way you obediently obliged to her requests and never ceased to praise your natural predisposition to feed her inner cravings. Not selfish in the slightest, though, when it came down to oral she was so dedicated to the cause of bringing you joy and satisfaction that she did not hesitate to ask you to lay down on your back and let her give you an extrasensorial experience.

How? A passionate sixty-nine, naturally. Giving and receiving, according to her, allowed you the chance to focus on both your lover and on the warming feeling she provided you by swirling her tongue around your bundle of nerves meticulously. The remains of her former cold personality tended to resurface, whenever you engaged sexual intercourses. She rarely let you top, therefore she was the one to sit on your face during the sixty-nine.

She smiled softly against your dripping heat, the moment your thighs began to quiver. She knew exactly which spots to stimulate, when and how.

"You are doing such a good job. Your body is always so responsive" Unohana chimed, her breath slightly labored as she tried to restrain herself from moaning out your name at the way you sucked on her clit.

You did not answer, instead, you bucked up your hips to let her know how needy you were and how much you craved her touch. Sex with her was always so sensual it barely allowed you the chance to think straight.

She hummed at your shameless display of eagerness,  her hands gripping the plush of your thighs as she buried her mouth back into the warm cave of your pussy. Her tongue lapped at your folds viciously, leisurely when she flicked your clit, and she enjoyed how you started whimpering, neglecting the task at hand to give her pleasure as well.

"Oh my gosh! Babe, wait, if you keep on doing it like that I'll end up—" you piped out, your breath erratic as you tried to get her attention by squeezing her ass warningly.

But the First Kenpachi was not going to stop. Gently lowering her pussy onto your mouth once again, muffling your moans and whimpers. There it was, her real self, the wild woman she used to be.

"Coming?" she cooed, smiling against your pubes as you shut your eyes as nibbled at the glistening, puffy lips plastered over your mouth.

You could not take it anymore. Delving your tongue deep into her, you let it go. Waves of pleasure engulfed your nether regions and you released onto her tongue, as she let out a small whimper herself. Your juices dripped from her chin, her eyes fluttering opened while she straightened herself up, glancing at you from up above. Her braid undone, long and raven long hair draped over her smooth back. She looked dashing like that.

"My pretty girl is so good for me. — Unohana crooned, rotating her hips to create some more friction with your parted lips — Now, why don't you focus a little more and make me come too?" she asked you in a slightly darker tone.

Anything. You would have done anything for her.

Zaraki Kenpachi.

He does not eat you out, he devours you. You are his woman, for God’s sake, you deserve the best. Along with protecting you no matter what, this man would do literally anything to make you happy. Even though he does not waste any given chance to have you underneath him, so perfect and small compared to his large frame, Zaraki can somehow sense when you need some good treatment. What does it consist in? Having you sprawled over the bed, folded in half, your pussy ready for him to lavish and suck dry.

“It’s lunch time” he croaked out, as he pushed your legs to your chest and shot you a knowing look, prompting you to keep them up for him as he glided his index down your slick to tease you.

You two had such a chemistry in bed it was hard not to read each others minds. His fingers mapped out all the right spots your body with expertise, they explored you until you were left writhing and shaking under him. Although he was not known around for being a gentleman, he was far from being rough with you.

You trembled, when he slowly plunged his digit into you, the stretch already leaving you breathless, but it did not last for two much. He pumped it a few times into you, eliciting soft whimpers and whines from you that made his chuckle in amusement.

“Look at you. So small to even take my fingers, yet so wet you are dripping…” he noted, your cheeks heating up at his unfiltered remark.

You loved him.

When he removed his fingers, the man quickly shoved it into his mouth and made sure to savour your taste. His visible eye boring into yours as he grinned and buried his face down onto your cunt, his tongue lapping and sucking on your clitoris hungrily, air knocked out of your lungs temporary. Recovering from his assault was almost impossible for you, everytime was like the first.

“K–Kenny! O my God… Don’t stop” you whispered, your legs quivering as you struggled to keep them up from his to enjoy his feast.

“Keep them up” he groaned, delving his tongue into your core and causing you to gasp and grip the back of your thighs a little tighter to push them more towards your chest. But he knew you were struggling, he knew you needed help and he wanted you to focus on your pleasure above anything else.

Keeping his mouth busy on your pussy, messily licking and nibbling, he swatted your hands away and gripped your thighs roughly. Moaning loudly, as he kept your folded in half, you felt a familiar pressure coiling on your lower abdomen, your mind going blank as your orgasm washed over you violently, like a wave crashing over you.

Kenpachi truly had his own special way to kill you softly.

Author note.

Hello there! I’m so glad I managed to post this second part to ‘how they eat you out’. A third and, probably,last one is coming and it will include Shinji, Isshin and Grimmjow. I hope you have enjoyed this one! As per usual, likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated!

Until next,

X O X O

TAGS: @kr0wu @electronicwitchcollection @brittscafe @stygianoir @bleach-your-panties I dedicate this piece to you 💜

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今朝残りも色つけたので良かったらみて

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The Drop

parody of this comic

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like a wasp and a hungry spider…

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she’s not the woman i used to admire.

but still i worship her.

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Unohana "Minazuki"

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Just wanted to say I’m enjoying all of the world building and snippets from AEIWAM - it’s clear how much fun you’re having and how much though you put into it. I’ve started rereading bleach because of that, though I always wind up stopping after the rescue rukia arc 😅. Maybe I’ll make it past that this time.

Eh, I gave up after My Blorbo was killed off in deeply narratively unsatisfying fashion, so you're not alone. Anyway, have some More AEIWAM Worldbulding Nonsense:

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The Kuchiki-Yamada-11th Division Fucktangle

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It started with Chigiri Shijima.

The first captain of the 4th Division, part of the original Dirty Dozen Yamamoto hired off of Death Row to fight the first Quincy Invasion, was an unassuming and chronically fatigued looking woman* with a profound sense of curiosity about the limits of The Flesh:

(from Kubo's sketches of the original 13) *Chigiri might be male in canon. I don't care

She became fast friends with the young Yachiru Unohana, who shared her fascination with the limits of the flesh, though from the opposite direction. Chigiri was the first person to show Unohana how to channel her Reiatsu to prefrom Kaido, and let her sit in on /Hold people's ribcages open during /do some of the surgical cuts for Chigiri's Field Surgery sessions, much to the horror of everyone else involved.

After the War, when the Captains had to shape up from a gang of mercenaries into a real governmental organization, Chigiri met and eventually married a Similarly-Sadistically-Curious young Dentist named Fumihiro Yamada. Longtime friend and frequent visitor to the hospital Unohana attended the 100-day ceremony of their first and subsequent six children, the start of a grand tradition- Unohana, under one name or another, has been present at the Okuizome of every Yamada born for the last millennium, and delivered most of them for the last 800-odd years.

The Yamadas are one of the most prolific Shinigami families, producing more Shinigami by percentage than any other clan, and have served in all divisions of the court Guard. Eighth Division Fifth Seat Suichi Yamada is the current highest ranked Yamada, but there have been four Captains Yamada. There's also a Seated Yamada in the third divison, and another in the 12th (though there's a popular rumor that 15th Seat Tosako Yamada isn't part of the 12th so much as a Spy to keep the 4th abreast of any important developments in medical science, rather than deal with Mayuri directly).

It is little wonder then that, despite the lack of noble standing, the Yamadas are one of the most highly regarded families in the Seireitei, and even less of a wonder that, every time the gene pool starts to get a little shallow, that the Noble Houses start looking at the latest generation for potential spouses.

The Kuchiki Clan in particular has intermarried heavily with the Yamadas, to the point that Byakuya Kuchiki is actually fourth-cousins to the infamous Former Fourth Division Lieutenant and Current Head of the Private Central Medical Institute in the Noble Quarter, Seinosuke Yamada:

(Description: A cool and handsome if somewhat menacing Wizard)

...and his less-famous younger brother, current 4th Division 7th seat Hanataro Yamada.

(Description: the most bully-able looking dweeb you've ever seen)

Due to the way the Kuchikis keep marrying daughters they won't legitimize for some goddamn reason to Yamada Sons, there's an argument to be made that the Kuchiki Clan is a Branch Clan of the Yamadas...

In fact, until Rukia was adopted into the Kuchiki Clan, if something had happened to Byakuya, Seinosuke was Byakuya's closest living relative in their generation and a reasonable argument could be made that he was the Hier-Apparent.

This, of course, would not do.

The thing is, Hanataro's shy and gentle demeanor is very unusual for a Yamada. The whole clan has a reputation for being Manic Sociopaths with dubious ethics and a tendency towards sadism. They make excellently competent officers, but not exactly 'friendly', like a terrible hybrid of a Border Collie and Cane Corso. Seinosuke himself is known to take great pleasure in bringing back patients that are actively begging for death.

There is a persistent rumor that this infamous disposition is at least partially due to the influence of Captain Unohana, who has been an active member of the Yamada household for the last millennium, presumably so they're very acclimated to her nonsense by the time she starts recruiting the prize ones for the 4th. She's delivered most of them and officiated the marriages of more than a few, and given the woman's patience in cultivating the Seireitei's Most Magnificent Flower and Vegetable Garden, it's suspected she's been cultivating the Yamada line as well.

Seinosuke was her lieutenant before the current Isane Koetetsu, and the bond between them was almost legendary. They would frequently not actually bother to finish sentences around each other, or communicate entirely by gesture because they were so familiar.

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It was little wonder then, when Seinosuke's little brother also joined the 4th Division, though it wasn't exactly happily received news. People get jealous and see favoritism where there is none- Hanataro had entered the 4th on his own merits, and actually against his brother's recommendation.

Hanataro also had the strange fortune of entering the 4th the same week as the Tragic West 66 Incident in which several captains, lieutenants and nearly all of the 9th division's seated officers were killed by the machinations of (as was believed at the time) former captains Urahara, Shihouin and the head of the Kido Corps.

Three days after that, 11th Division Captain Kenpachi Kiganjo was struck down in a duel, and infamous barbarian Kenpachi Zaraki took over the 11th.

... So the day afterwards, when the lower officer in charge of assigning jobs to trainee medics saw that apparently this Zaraki bastard needed a complete medical checkup and every vaccine ever, he thought 'Well, let's see if Little Hanataro really did get in on his own merits. He's A Yamada after all, this should be a piece of cake for him-'

-and sent first-day-on-the-job Hanataro to the famously hostile 11th Division on his own.

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"Um, Excuse me, Mister- I mean, Captain Zaraki?" Hanataro mumbled peering in the door of the captain's room at the nest of pillows and blankets that might contain his charge.

The 11th was deserted- not really a surprise, given the heavy casualties the 11th had suffered the week before. In fact, all 20 of the surviving members of the 11th were still recovering at the 4th, and Hanataro had wandered around looking for someone for a solid half hour until a little girl with neon pink hair had playfully tackled him to the ground and then, giggling, shown him to the Captain.

"KEEEEEEN-CHAAAAAAAN!!!" Miss Yachiru shouted, leaping into the nest and tackling her adopted guardian with similar glee. "Re-Chan sent one of her guys here for something!"

There was a low rattling noise of irritation that reminded Hanataro eerily of the family's temperamental rooster, but much, much larger. The nest of fabric shifted, arching up into an alarmingly tall shape, Yachiru balancing on top and scolding it for sleeping in so late, he's probably very busy-

A lithe but powerful arm longer than Hanataro was tall suddenly lurched out from the nest and slammed on the floor in front of where he was sitting, swinging the entire torso of 11th division captain Kenpachi Zaraki around and bringing Hanataro eye-to-fearsome-yellow-eye with the giant.

"...the fuck're you?" Zaraki grunted, blinking slowly at Hanataro, not entirely awake yet.

"I- I- I'm-" Hanataro sputtered, struggling to introduce himself when he noticed something peculiar- an extra bit of translucent flesh behind Zaraki's eyelids, sliding sideways across his eye to behind his tear duct- "- I'm sorry, do you have Nictitating Membranes??" Hanataro gaped.

Zaraki glared blankly at him for a moment, before breaking into a slow grin and, very slowly closed the pearly membrane over his eye and opened it again to Hanataro's slack-jawed astonishment.

"WHAT THE FUCK THAT'S SO COOL I'VE NEVER EVEN HEARD OF HUMANS HAVING THOSE DO YOU KNOW IF IT'S GENETIC OR-" Hanataro yelped with excitement, jumping to his feet and grabbing the captain's head and staring at his eye, nose pressed to Zaraki's cheekbone for a moment before abruptly remembering where he was and letting go, dropping into a bow hard enough to audibly bonk his head on the floor. "I'msosorrysirpleaseforgivemeidon'twanttodie-"

He was interrupted by Zaraki's loud cackle of amusement and the sensation of being lifted. Zaraki was sitting- well, had extracted his gangly limbs from his nest and arranged them into a pile mostly in contact with the floor- and picked up Hanataro by the collar of his Shihakusho and set him back up on his feet. His cackle trailed off into amused clicking and he sat back, regarding the tiny medic with a peculiar sense of favor.

"Good catch Mr. Sorry." he teased, Yachiru climbing onto his right shoulder. "Dunno who my father was, but my Mom an' Sisters 're Eagles and they got 'em too."

"...Eagles?" Hanataro blinked, cocking his head sideways with confusion. "Like. Birds?"

"Kami, technically, but yeh." Zaraki shrugged, rolling his neck and stretching, still waking up. "So who're you or am I gonna be calling you Mr. Sorry forever?"

"Ohhh... That- well that doesn't exactly explain things but I think I get how- uh, sorry, I'm- I'm not sorry, I'm Hanataro Yamada from the 4th Division!" He yelped, staggering back on topic. "Captain Unohana said you needed an intake medical exam and vaccinations?"

"Yeah probably." Zaraki shugged, scratching at his neck. "Yachiru too- Tired to get as many of 'em in her as I could afford but you know how it is out in the sticks."

"Hm." Nodded Hanataro, who did not. "Um, well- If you wanted to get started, we might be able to finish up before lunch, you must be busy with a whole division to put back together-"

"Yyyyy... -nah." Zaraki yawned. "Stayed up all last night writin' letters to fill it back up and posted 'em early. No rush until I get summat back."

"Which is probably good- I don't think you've EVER gotten a shot, have you Ken-chan?" Yachiru asked, kicking her feet in the air behind his shoulder.

"...Oh." Hanataro mumbled.

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"...Has anyone seen Yamada?" Yamada the elder enquired after Yamada the Younger, the late afternoon sun casting golden beams through the windows onto the dispatch desk of the 4th.

The incessant chatter of the nurses, medics, janitorial staff and the dispatch officer came to a sudden and extremely suspicious halt.

"It's just that he promised to meet me at the end of his shift so we could walk home together, and it's not like him to be late." Seinosuke spoke lightly, eyes casually panning over the remarkably guilty-looking faces around him.

"He- he's not back yet?" dispatch officer Hiyako Gendo gulped, eyes suddenly fixed on the clock. "I sent him out like five hours ago..."

"Sent him where?" Seinosuke asked pleasantly and the medics collectively flinched.

"Uh, to the- um-" Officer Gendo sputtered, color draining from his face.

"You haven't misplaced my brother, have you?" Seinosuke smiled with gentle menace.

"No!" Gendo yelped. "I- uh- well- the new captain needed an intake exam-!"

"...Which new captain?" Seinosuke spoke softly, looming over to the dispatch counter. "We have promoted an unprecedented SEVEN new captains this week and I would not want to waste time searching nearly two-thirds of the court guard."

"Eight, actually." one of the nurses squeaked, and Seinosuke's head swiveled to face her like an owl. "Eep! We- um, there's a new captain of the 11th division as of last night, Sir." she stammered.

Seinosuke turned back to the dispatch officer, staring down at him with the burning eyes of a wrathful god.

"Hiyako." he spoke gently, putting a hand on the dispatch officer's shoulder. "We're friends, aren't we?"

"Y- yes? Sir?" Hiyako Gendo gulped.

"Good, good- So you wouldn't do something like, I don't know, send my baby brother into the division with a history of such violent enemity with that only combat certified officers are cleared to enter it?" Seinosuke asked fingers over the pressure points of Gendo's shoulder.

"Um." Gulped Gendo.

"-Perhaps you sent him with a senior officer?" Seinosuke tried. "I can understand wanting to give him an impression of how dangerous this work can be on his first day, to make sure he really does have the guts for the 4th, but that should be done in a fashion where he is only an observer to the example of an experienced officer and not, say, totally alone without telling anyone to go check on him?"

"Well-" Gendo whimpered.

"-Because, Hiyako, and I need to emphasize this-" Seinosuke continued, fingertips digging into Gendo's shoulder. "-That there is no body in the morgue right now, because during his promotion to the office yesterday, the current Captain-Kenpachi bisected a significant amount of the sewer and municipal support systems 200 feet below the 11th whilst rendering the previous Captain-Kenpachi into a fine red paste in a single strike!"

Gendo made a strangled noise of pain.

"So please tell me that my sweet, gentle little brother with the constitution of a bowl of oatmeal is literally anywhere besides the vicinity of that monster, preferably in the company of someone with at least half a functioning braincell?" Seinosuke pleaded, leaning in close and steadily increasing the terrible pressure of his grip.

"ISentHimThereAloneOverFiveHoursAgo!" Gendo shrieked, finally flinching and grabbing at his shoulder.

Seinosuke froze, save to let go of Gendo and let him collapse out of his chair, howling in pain. Slowly, he stood up, pleasantly blank smile on his face, and turned to leave the division.

"Someone please inform Captain Unohana that I have deployed to the 11th to retrieve my brother and if there is so much as a HAIR out of place on him, Zaraki will be the shortest-serving captain in history!" He called out, re-tying his Zanpakuto on his belt before vanishing in a burst of Shun-po.

"-Was that you, Seinosuke?" Unohana called from her office down the hall.

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"-Well, most venom isn't a single chemical but dozens, if not hundreds of compounds with complex interactions so any samples have to be refined down to the individual components and tested both singularly and with the others which can take ages but it's yielded some incredibly effective drugs so far!" Hanatarou babbled excitedly, drawing a grid on Zaraki's thigh, oblivious to Yachiru putting his hair in pigtails.

"My goodness! We certainly have come a long way from using bee stings on arthritis!" Yumichika laughed. Zaraki's self-appointed third seat lounged against the wall near the door, enthralled by the process. His mothers had been something between field medics and hedge witches out in the far western districts and was keeping pace with Hanataro's enthusiastic infodumping about venomics while he prepared the captain for the next round of vaccinations.

"Not that far- your beestings were one of the earliest things we tested for pharmaceutical application, and it turned out that the entire combination of bioreactive compounds in the amounts found in an individual sting was the most effective dosage! More sanitary to use a needle than an actual bee though. Speaking of-" Hanataro turned to Zaraki. "Are you sure you want to do ALL of these today? Unless you're planning on messing around in the sewers, your chances of catching any of these are extremely low, so we can stagger them."

"If I'm gonna feel like crap tomorrow anyway, might as well feel like crap once and be able to fuck around in the sewers if needed." Zaraki shrugged. "-Why are the doctors in charge of that anyway? You've got better shit to do?"

"Ah, well-" Hanataro sighed, capping the marker and getting the next round of vaccines in order. "-Civic maintenance *used* to be part of the security duties of the 11th but... well, after we lost Kenpachi Tokagero down there, your predecessors... never resumed their duties? So it's kind of fallen to us since, but to be honest, the previous guy wasn't exactly someone I'd trust to maintain the necessary standards..."

"Yeah, no shit." Scoffed newly-appointed lieutenant Ikkaku, who was attempting to sort through the literal heap of paperwork Kiganjo had thrown into the corner instead of filling out.

"No I think the shit is supposed to be in the sewers." Zaraki grinned and Ikkaku responded with a single-finger salute.

"Right- lets try to not bend any more needles, okay?" Hanataro smiled, preparing the first syringe.

"Yeah, yeah-" Zaraki rolled his eyes, but obediently inhaled and exhaled, focusing on the square Hanataro was touching. Reiatsu manipulation didn't come naturally to him and it had taken a couple dozen broken needles to work out a technique that allowed Hanataro to actually stick him.

Hanataro focused, feeling the pressure drop with the hand on Zaraki's thigh, focusing his own energy into the tip of the needle with the other, until the difference flipped and-

"Ssk!"" Zaraki hissed a bit as Hanatarou slammed the needle into his leg with the force of a sword strike, but that's what it took. "Yer gettin better- that one stung a bit!"

"Sorry!" Hanataro squeaked, withdrawing the intact needle and changing it over to the next syringe.

"Keep at it and you might be able to really hurt me in fifty years!" Zaraki laughed, ruffling his hair.

"Okay, next is for Orange Fever- this one is famous for burning after injection but we'll see-" Hanataro started then looked up at the feeling of someone's absolutely furious reiatsu approaching at speed.

"Someone coming? You all put yer heads up like bird dogs." Zaraki chuffed.

"I think someone's come to-" Yumichika started but the door beside him slammed open and they were all greeted with the terrible sight of the most feared man in the fourth, wild-eyed and teeth bared, utterly consumed with rage-

"Hi Seinosuke!" beamed Hanataro, entirely used to what his brother looked like after a long day at work or being woken up suddenly. "What are you doing here?"

-

"Hanataro?" Seinosuke yelped, startled by the entirely peaceful and almost domestic scene before him. Zaraki seemed to be politely interested in the vaccination process, the menace that had been at the lieutenants meeting yesterday was sitting in the middle of the 11th's paperwork with a senbei cracker hanging out of his mouth, and Hanataro was getting pink bows tied into his hair by Miss Kusajishi. The remains of afternoon tea were on the table behind him.

"That's him! Who are you?" a third, effeminate man asked from beside the door with a faint prickle of reiatsu, politely reminding Seinosuke to mind his manners in someone else's house.

"This is my older brother Seinosuke!" Hanataro cheerfully explained, reflexively capping the syringe he was holding. "Not that I'm not glad to see you but- OH NO IT'S ALMOST DINNERTIME!"

"It's fine, it's fine." Seinosuke wheezed with relief. "It's my obligation as the oldest to be a worrywart."

"Tch- No point in worrying for this one." Zaraki teased, poking Hanataro in the shoulder. "-We should all be worried about him! He's only gone and stabbed me thirty-two times and I haven't landed even one blow on him!"

"Sir..." Hanataro groaned at the joke.

"Thirty-two?" Seinosuke blinked.

"Could only afford shots fer the kid, so I need all of 'em." Zaraki shrugged. "Not that I was makin' it easy for 'im."

"Um, yeah..." Hanataro hummed. "There's some technique for giving someone with extreme positive spiritual pressure shots that I don't know, right?"

"You? Ask them to lower it?" Seinosuke stared, beginning to wilt as the adrenaline drained out of him.

"Yeah, I... kinda suck at that." Zaraki grunted, looking away from them, right eye shut despite the left one being scarred. "Might as well keep Stabbin'?"

"What's with your eye?" Seinosuke frowned, veteran of spotting unspoken injuries.

"Oh yeah! Check them out- He's got Nictitaing Membranes!" Hanataro beamed.

"He WHAT?" ---

Four hours after that, the Yamada brothers set out for home, Seinosuke with the beginnings of a fascinating new study on Kami-Induced Occular Mutations and Hanataro with a promotion to 'pocket medic' that he wouldn't find out about until Zaraki abducted him from his rounds for 11th division boot camp some four months later.

--- (Tumblr says this is getting too long and is glitching, More about Byakuya and Seinosuke's Marital Conspiracies later)

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BLEACH - Gotei 13: Squads 1-5