#admin Kisuke

[muzansfangs]

My dear readers, welcome to the “𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬” event. Since on August 29th I’m turning twenty-four, I have decided to host this small event.

• How does it work? Being a busy person and having my requests closed, I have already set up everything. I therefore hope you will just enjoy the works that are going to be part of this collection and let me know if you are satisfied with them.

• What does the event consist in? This post will work as a real Masterlist for the twenty-four one-shots I’m going to post. I’ve chosen twenty-four male characters from Demon Slayer and Bleach, pairing each and every one of them with a line of a song I have chosen.

• Are there any other infos you should be aware of? The works will all be written in the perspective of a female reader. The contents of the works can be smut, fluff or angst and, sometimes, the various generes will be combined. I will make sure to add all the details concerning the warnings about the triggering themes in every single post.

• Anything else? This is the complete list of the works I will gradually update. There is not a specific order, but I will add the links of the one-shots whenever I get to post one of them! Thanks for the attention, your perfectionist admin.

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𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

• 505 — Gin Ichimaru x f!reader (ANGST + NSFW)

“In my imagination you’re waiting laying on your side, with your hands between your thighs”, Arctic Monkeys.

• BABYDOLL — Douma x f!reader (NSFW)

“When I meet your eyes, the devil, he wins”, Ari Abdul.

• IF I KILLED SOMEONE FOR YOU — Aizen Sosuke x f!reader (NSFW + ANGST)

“Would you love me more, if I killed someone for you?”, Alec Benjamin

• HEART LIKE YOURS — Sanemi Shinazugawa x f!reader (FLUFF)

“How could a heart like yours ever love a heart like mine?”, Willamette Stone

• ATLANTIS — Urahara Kisuke x f!reader (ANGST)

“ ‘Cause in my heart and in my head, I'll never take back the things I said”, Seafret

• UNTIL I FOUND YOU — Rengoku Kyojuro x f!reader (FLUFF)

“I was lost within the darkness but then I found her, I found you”, Stephen Sanchez

• FRIENDS — Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x f!reader (NSFW)

“Tell me we’re not just friends, this doesn’t make much sense, no”, Chase Atlantic

• SWEATER WEATHER — Renji Abarai x f!reader (FLUFF + ANGST)

“ ‘Cause it’s too cold for you here and now, so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater”, The Neighbourhood

• BLUE JEANS — Muzan Kibutsuji x f!reader (NSFW)

“You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop, but you fit me better than my favorite sweater”, Lana del Rey

• DAYLIGHT — Byakuya Kuchiki x f!reader (FLUFF + NSFW)

“Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time. You and I drink the poison from the same vine”, David Kushner

• CARDIGAN — Tomioka Giyuu x f!reader (FLUFF)

“And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed, you put me on and said I was your favorite”, Taylor Swift

• FUCK YOU IN MY HEAD — Shunsui Kyoraku x f!reader (NSFW)

“I got dirty wishes on my mind, but you will never ever know that I, I like to fuck you in my head”, Cloudy June

• BACK TO BLACK — Obanai x f!reader (ANGST + NSFW)

“We only said goodbye with words, I died a hundred times. You go back to her and I go back to, I go back to us”, Amy Winehouse

• WHERE’S MY LOVE — Ulquiorra Cifer x f!reader (ANGST)

“Ooh, does she know that we bleed the same? Ooh, don’t wanna cry but I break that way”, SYML

• ALL OF ME — Kokushibo x f!reader (FLUFF + NSFW)

“Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts, risking it all, though it's hard”, John Legend

• KISS ME — Haschwalth Jugram x f!reader (FLUFF + NSFW)

“And your heart’s against my chest, your lips pressed to my neck, I’m falling for your eyes but they don’t know me yet”, Ed Sheeran

• WHEN THE DARKNESS COMES — Shinjuro Rengoku x f!reader (FLUFF)

“When you're feeling lost I'll leave my love hidden in the sun, for when the darkness comes”, Colbie Caillat

• SAY SOMETHING — Ukitake Jushiro x f!reader (ANGST)

“And I will swallow my pride, you're the one that I love and I'm saying goodbye”, A Great Big World

• CAN’T HELP FALLING IN LOVE — Akaza x f!reader (FLUFF)

“Shall I stay? Would it be a sin, if I can't help falling in love with you?”, Elvis Presley

• SHADOW PREACHERS — Zaraki Kenpachi x f!reader (NSFW)

“You make me wanna love, hate, cry, take, every part of you. You make me wanna scream, burn, touch, learn, every part of you”, Zella Day

• HUNGER — Yoriichi Tsugikuni x f!reader (FLUFF)

“Oh, love, let me see inside your heart, all the cracks and broken parts, the shadows in the light. There's no need to hide”, Ross Copperman

• ENJOY THE SILENCE — Shinji Hirako x f!reader (NSFW)

“All I ever wanted, all I ever needed is here in my arms. Words are very unnecessary, they can only do harm”, Depeche Mode

• BREAK MY HEART MYSELF — Uzui Tengen x f!reader (ANGST + NSFW)

“I don't need your help getting off of this carousel. I don't need anybody else, 'cause I can break my heart myself”, Bebe Rexha

• VILLAIN — Shuhei Hisagi x f!reader (NSFW)

“I'll be the villain tonight. I kinda like when you despise me after we fight”, Bella Poarch

[chaotic-nick]

Favourite Human - Unohana Retsu x Reader

note: This was supposed to be smut -_- but the opening scene was fluffy enough and now you have this. 

Wc: 630 warnings: none

note: Secret relationship (Shinigami x human partner)

She’d be caught dead if a soul like Kisuke decided to walk up the steps to (Y/n)’s flat and saw the Captain of Squad Four clad in a human’s kimono. One that was more . . . unnatural to the skin and didn’t fit her body the way she wanted. And then Kisuke would laugh if he dared to do so in front of her face. He’d laugh while pointing his cane at the poutful look her face was stuck in. 

Retsu was confident that no one would ever catch her in their human world. Not Ichigo or any of his friends. Until she learnt of (Y/n) being the only one close to their age —almost— and working in the only university’s admin department. That had made her . . . someone whose name was called everywhere she went and then waved at.

Like the diligent ryoka they are. Ichigo and his friends would definitely ask around.

So, to avoid that, Retsu slumped her head on the locked door and knocked her fist again. “(Y/n)?” 

“(Y/n)?” She allowed herself another pout when it was unanswered, her hair falling in front of her face. Almost a defeated soul, she forced herself to turn around and stopped again when she heard tired footsteps dragging themselves on the stairs.

Quick to run to (Y/n), Retsu stretched her arms out for (Y/n) to fall in to her embrace without question. “Tired my dear?”

——

Kimonos made by humans aside, human-packaged food was an unexpected pleasure Unohana fell in love with. Heated food, not hot enough to hurt the human tongue packaged in a plastic container and available to be taken off shelves . . .something that had her thinking what if Mayuri’s mind invented such a thing rather than changing zanpakuto genders*. (*Reference to the Shingami shorts at the end of every bleach episode.)

“You expected me?” She asked through a mouthful of Chicken croquette, chopsticks pointed at the stack of other packaged food (Y/n) put on an empty chair.

“I wish.” She sighed and motioned to the bag fat with papers she took home with her.  “Substitute soul reaper’s going to university now.” Standing up to throw her empty box on her way to her bathroom, Unohana quickly swallowed what she chewed to follow (Y/n).

She stood behind (Y/n) scorched over the running water, collecting water in her cupped hands. “Is university like the soul academy?” Asked Retsu fingers combing through (Y/n)’s hair as her eyes scanned the counter for a comb, running water muffling her voice.

Retsu’s used to the many screams of agony, especially the type from her zanpakuto. She’d lived long enough to be unphased by it. And she loves (Y/n) enough that a scream from nowhere worried her.

Rather than an answer when their eyes met on the mirror, (Y/n) pressed her face on the blue towel and—“AHHHH”

“Heard one of the students tell their friends they do that, tried it last month. It works wonders.”

“You should’ve sent a call,” said Retsu, taking a mental note to check on the messenger butterflies at she put on (Y/n)’s window ledge.

“They can handle themselves, I trust Isane that much.”

“You’re captain there—” at the feeling of her fingers scratching her scalp, (Y/n) sighed into her touch. “Please keep doing that.”

Cracking an eye open, (Y/n) wanted to remind her of the time Retsu sighed so much because of Isane’s anxious demeanour.

“I needed to see my favourite human,” dipping her fingers in the moisturiser, she offered a smile to calm (Y/n)’s mind down. “My mind was telling me to come see you . . . my instincts told me I was right.”

“Stay longer this time please.”

“I will.” 

[uraharasfavoriteexperiment]

ok so heres the list of characters hayle and hada write for, and the idols list will prolly not be posted cus we decided theres gonna be another blog for that. :)

pink italics: hada's favorites. blue italics: hayle's favorites. bold: both writers' favorites.

bleach (ブリーチ) [sfw + nsfw for all characters except chad + kenpachi! he gives hada the ick and chad is a minor so obv we aint writing pedo shit. also as for strawberry (ichigo) bc yes we're aware he is still in school for like most of the first arc (i think?), we will write nsfw for strawberry bc he isnt a minor for the whole show but his character will not be any younger than 18.]

ichigo kurosaki (duh)

kukaku shiba, yoruichi shihoin

uyru ishida (we suppOSE we admins collectively hate him)

sosuke aizen

grimmjow (dont even make me spell his last name)

kenpachi MAYBE

kisuke urahara (there will be a lot of kisuke fics)

jugram haschwalth

toshiro hitsugaya

byakuya kuchiki

shunsui kyoraku

renji abarai

shuhei hisagi

szayel aporro-granz (our fav twink)

shinji hirako (BAR BARK BARK AROOO)

sado yasutora

jushiro ukitake

gin ichimaru (GRRRRRR BARK BARK)

ikkaku madarame (weird gay chrome dome ! :D)

yumichika ayasegawa (wow thats a spoonful)

nnoitra gilga

tesla lindocruz

izuru kira

kibune makoto

note: yoruichi and kukaku are not men, but they are mommy. soul eater MIGHT be added to the list, but most of the attractive guys are minors, sooooooooooooooooo. yeah. any fanfictions and fanarts posted in original posts on this blog are under copyright of this blog and its admins, unless we specifically state that we found an art piece on another site. if that happens a source link will be included.

© uraharasfavoriteexperiment.

[cocoreallylovesraiden]

hihi!! how are you??? i see that you've started a bleach blog! may i ask ab your fave bleach charas?? 🩷

My favourite bleach characters!! (some of them at least)

Omg hai /// unfortunately the flood-gates have immediately opened…. My views on the characters might be a little skewed because i have so many random headcanons but!! I am always excited to share my Thoughts…

Shunsui 

I've always been a sucker for the ‘sleazy/ lousy older man’ stereotype in anime, especially when its revealed later on that they are super strong (kisuke is another one of my faves go figure) and Shunsui is That to a T

He seems really silly and carefree on the outside but melancholic on the inside which is such a nice contrast that works so well in his favour!! Especially paired next to Ukitake like the two literally fit together like puzzle pieces in both fighting style and personality

I am also a big theater nerd so when I was reading and found that his bankai was essentially a play come to life! I was sold like a cold drink during summer

His entire kit and how he uses it is really cool too; whenever a zanpakuto has multiple forms/ attacks it’s always a huge plus! Children’s games are such a neat idea and unexpectedly tie so well with his character (he does seem to represent alot of traditional Japanese sentiments with his character overall)

But mostly his morals and outlook of the world are really impactful. I think he serves as a great way to show the transition that the gotei 13 are going through after the passage of time- he is more accepting of newer ideologies and is much more flexible than yamamoto was/ but still cares deeply about the soul society just as much! His reluctance to battle is ironically also admirable, even if he does preface by saying that he’d just ‘rather not’ or wanting to drink instead. While the other characters fight for their beliefs, or to bring down a ‘bad guy’, Shunsui sees situations with more sobriety (haha) from an unbiased perspective. That the moment you enter battle everyone is evil, regardless of their intention from the beginning.

You see other characters next to Shunsui and would think that (for example: Byakuya or even Yamamoto) they would be more intelligent or insightful than he is, but would be pleasantly surprised! I can always appreciate a character with that kind of unpredictability,

Also I like pink and he wears pink. Like my first point I am weak for sleazy old farts so I have to admit when I was young reading bleach as it came out; all I could think was “man very pretty… me likey…”

Kenpachi 

It really helps that he is objectively one of the most unapologetically Cool characters in the series

But for me the main selling point is because the main thing he cares about is battle, he would be an entirely chill person otherwise. The fact that he always allowed his officers to basically do whatever, and puts ‘fun’ (read: brawling for your life) in front of everything? I do feel bad for Yumichika because i do think he’s the one doing all the admin work but oh well 

There is just something just so beautiful about this big chunk of man tearing through hoards of opponents just to go back to his barracks and loaf about for the rest of the day 

I also love how he’s wayyy more intelligent than you would first assume; he’s smart enough to devise little strategies like putting in the eyepatch, putting the bells in his hair etc. Even if they are just to hinder him you gotta give him props! 

This is a personal headcanon but I do think that he would be an excellent listener (especially with gossip) like he would not retain any of the information at all an hour from a conversation, and he would give the most rudimentary answers but a good listener all the same

He does not wear pink BUT Yachiru comes along with him like an accessory to his barbie set and she’s pink so it counts

Rangiku 

First and foremost. I am a woman lover

Bleach, out of all the shounens i’ve digested in my life, probably has some of my favourite female characters! I yo-yo between having rangiku, isane, riruka and soi fon as my faves 

But rangiku. Oh How I Love Her. I always love a sneaky gal who is not afraid to use her looks to get what she wants. A party gal and someone who just has a lust for life and wants to have fun! 

She also does seem like she would be terrifyingly real with you as a friend and never say shit just to make you feel better- like I need that in a friend. Tough love! 

Like the advice she gives to Orihime when she feels down about Ichigo (even if she did it butt ass naked) just shows that even if she presents as self-centered she is also aware of other’s feelings and knows when to cut the shit and give it to you like it is

When she’s most needed she is also incredibly loyal to her captain and peers, and puts her whole titty into the battle when it's necessary. It’s a pity that her zanpakuto isn’t more explored; either she hasn’t developed her methods well or hasn’t been shown to its full powers yet. It think of all the problems in bleach that might be its biggest issue (that there are so many characters that it's impossible to showcase them all)

She also wears pink and I like pink 

Shinji 

Shinji technically isn’t my favorite character but he is my number one enemy forever

I am currently going through some strange enemies to lovers (sans the lovers) with him and im not sure how to feel about it? 

Sort of like Shunsui he has that thing where on the outside he looks devastatingly goofy and greasy but is really experienced with lots of valuable insight 

Also I am a big voice person. Even though I am a manga reader I’ve watched most of the anime and his voice… the accent… God I hate him so much 

He also reminds me of a really naughty cat that will do little things to frustrate you but still jump onto your bed at night to snuggle with you and that’s the nicest thing I can say about him 

His music slaps violently hard.

This accidentally became way too long oops i will stop here but other characters that I am very madly deeply in love with with Many Thoughts about include;

Ukitake (my beloved),

Nemu,

Byakuya (because i do think that every bleach fan has a crush on him regardless of their orientation)

and yumchika!!

Also even if i know nothing about miss yaya i would die for her.

[bleach-rare-pairs-blog]

Bleach ended. Your thoughts?

It's been 5 years. I'm not over it.

I mean the main issues I had with it were the pacing and the. Seeming disrespect for the characters? Idk it felt bizarre to me, the way they all seemed to end up exactly where they didnt want to be (chad using strength for personal gain, ichigo in the human world, uryu as a doctor, etc). also I'm still sore about jushiro, man was done So dirty.

-admin kisuke

[imagine-bleach]

Dont know if its open or not so im gonna try my luck being the older sibling of ichigo orihime ishida chad and kisuke hdcs please ? -Sarah

Ichigo

No matter the age difference between you and Ichigo, he still acts like he is the older sibling, regardless. He is still going to be protective of you, he does not care that you moved out the house two years ago...

When you bring home your first signifcant other, Ichigo is going to ask them hundred and ten questions, he is suddenly acting just like Isshin (who is asking just as many questions as well)!

Regardless of his protecting nature, you and Ichigo have a great sibling relationship.

Uryu 

When you two were younger, you were joint at the hip! If someone saw Uryu, you were not far behind. However, when you guys started to grow older the bond you once had also disappeared.

You may not see Uryu very often, but when you do come home to visit him you do engage in small talk. You also bring gifts you think he likes too.

Uryu also thinks about you as well, he makes little scarfs for you when you come visit

Orihime

Orihime did not meet you until she was in high school, but she loves you! 

You two gossip and talk about everything. Orihime wants to know all about your childhood, what is your favorite food, literally everything, she wants to make up for the lost time.

You two will quickly form a very close and unbreakable bond.

Chad 

Just like Ichigo, Chad is also protecting you, he really does act like the older sibling (and he looks like it).

When you two were younger though, Chad was not very strong and would get picked on a lot because he was so quiet, so you being older, you would always chase the bully away, look how the tables have turned.

You don’t live in the small house as Chad, but you always tell him to come to visit and stay over as much as he likes

Kisuke 

You tell everyone that Kisuke was a “little shit” when he was younger, which makes him upset every time, he hates that you like to bring up the past.

You two were constantly fighting when you were children, why, who knows. You two would fight over every little thing. 

Even with the bickering and fighting, you always recognized how smart Kisuke was, you knew he was going to amount to big things.

[vongola-decimo-imagines]

@sapphirestorm asked me (Admin Bri)“What if Y/N accidentally texted Kisuke instead of Rangiku about a night of sex with Toshiro.” That got us both curious so we decided to figure it out. It escalated (quickly) from there.

[staytheb]

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Pairing: SF9′s Youngbin x OC [Seul] || TBZ’s Sangyeon x OC [Yeon] ] Genre: slice of life, slight fluff Word Count: 3,453 Summary: Seul and Yeon are having a female-only bonding time before attending to their respective bosses after the outing.

Warning: none... i’m pretty sure.

hello! it’s been awhile hasn’t it? had writer’s block but eventually found some inspiration and came up with this. anyways, this is the Office Life with Yeon and Seul which i’ll make a separate post soon as it’ll get crowded later if i continued writing for these pairs lol but yeah, i think that’s about it. so happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

Yeon held a large leaf in hand whereas Seul held the clear umbrella over them with one hand as the sisters looked at one another with smiles on their faces to which they posed for the so-called candid shot in request of their mother and soon-to-be stepmother.

"Ooh, lovely, girls!"

Narae exclaimed as she proudly took the picture of her two daughters before looking over at her ex-husband's fiancee.

"Don't you think, Sanghee?"

"Yes, Narae. They're quite lovely."

Sanghee then glanced at Jangmi in her arms.

"Right, Jangmi? Mommy and Auntie Yeonnie looked pretty, huh?"

"Pretty! Pretty!" Jangmi cooed with a laugh as Sanghee continued speaking.

"That's right. You can't tell that they were annoyed with us at all throughout the day."

Jangmi agreed with a happy-go-lucky attitude as the older women chuckled leaving the younger two to eyed them a bit annoyed. Of course Jangmi had no clue what was going on besides knowing that she was having a grand time.

"Obviously." Yeon curtly responded while fingering the plant between her index finger and thumb before handing it to Jangmi.

"When y'all wanted to talk about the future of our soon-to-siblings, I didn't expect to be out here at Dream Forest having a grandmother-mother-daughter-granddaughter-auntie-niece whatever bonding time."

"Yeah," Seul agreed while handing the clear umbrella to her daughter as Sanghee set her down as the little one ran about them.

"Although I don't really mind, but we haven't even talked much. Just sight-seeing."

"If we did that, then we knew that Yeon wouldn't come." Sanghee explained with a knowing look.

"Um, yeah."

Yeon shot them a pointed look.

"I wouldn't even be wearing this dress if it was my choice."

"But you look so beautiful, my daughter." Narae cooed. "I can't imagine how you'll look at the wedding for Sanghee and Kisuk soon."

"Or for yours and Yongin." Sanghee added with a similar attitude.

Both women gushed at the idea of their weddings, but also that the other three would be a part of it. Yeon's face scrunched at both possibilities being very likely soon as Seul shoulder her with a mischievous look.

"Yeah, two events where you'll have to be all dressed up."

"Ugh. Don't remind me. I still have to go dress shopping for Sanghee's engagement party."

"Yeah, you still have several weeks before then." Sanghee smiled as Yeon sighed tiredly.

"But I still have to get dressed up."

"Oh, you'll live." Narae told her eldest daughter before taking another photo with a grin.

Narae took a few more of her  granddaughter.

"No wonder you get that from her." Yeon remarked to Seul as the younger sister chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah. Anyways," Seul changed the topic, "What else is on the agenda for today?"

"Nothing really." Narae answered with Sanghee nodding.

"Yeah. We mainly just wanted to get away for a few hours."

"Seriously?"

Yeon was not amused.

"We could've gone literally anywhere outside of Seoul for a better scene."

"Well, technically, it was more for the two of you then us." Narae explained with a sheepish look. "Sanghee mentioned some incidents at work and we both agreed that the two of you needed some relaxation in your schedule."

Sanghee held up a hand in her defense.

"To be truthful, it was just our idea. Kisuk is still unaware that the two of you work at EDAM since the both of you have applied under an alias."

"Okay, but y'all still could've just told us that, too." Seul said with a firm tone. "It's not like we're three."

"That's quite true." Narae agreed before shooting her daughters a knowing look. "But the same goes for the two of you when applying for a job outside either family's workplaces. You could've just rejected the positions we had aligned for you."

"Nah, Dad would've forced us either way."

Seul remarked as Sanghee nodded knowing that was the truth.

"Yes, that's true. Kisuk seems like the type."

Narae changed the subject a second later.

"Yes, he very much is. Anyways, let's get lunch on our way back home. Jangmi you're hungry, right?"

"Yeah! Food! Let's go!"

Jangmi charged on ahead as the umbrella and leaf in each hand moved about her in motion while the quartet followed suit with smiles on their faces. The quintet enjoyed a nice meal at a nearby restaurant while discussing Sanghee's engagement party as well as the future of the newborns. After that both Narae and Sanghee went about their own day leaving the trio to return home after stopping by a bakery along the day.

"Can Auntie have some of your milk bread?"

Yeon asked her niece while placing her hand near the said dessert.

"No."

Jangmi declined with a giggle as she moved the treat away from Yeon's reach.

"Are you three, too?"

Seul questioned her sister with Yeon frowning.

"Um, yeah I am because that was mine before your daughter wanted to trade because she didn't like the mango yogurt."

"Then you should've just ordered her the same thing than let her decide."

"Yeah, I know, but I wanted Jangmi to decide for herself since she liked how the drink looked."

Yeon went back to eating the yogurt while watching her niece happily tear apart the milk bun. Seul scoffed with a knowing smile.

"Sucks for you."

Yeon ignored her as Seul answered a call that came shortly after.

"Hello?"

Seul immediately muted the call while facing her sister.

"Um, it's my boss. I'll be back."

Seul patted her daughter's head.

"Mommy got a call, okay. Be good for Auntie Yeonnie, okay?"

"Otay!"

Jangmi responded cheerfully as Seul cast the two a smile before standing and walking out of the shop. Yeon watched her sister before facing her niece.

"If auntie buys another one, then you won't take that one, right?"

"No."

Jangmi giggled while chewing a piece of the condensed milk bread as Yeon knew that her niece was lying, but smiled anyways.

"Hey," Came Seul's voice as she returned, "I have to run some errands for my boss. Will you be able to watch Jangmi alone?"

"Yeah. I'll be fine. Do what you gotta do." Yeon told her sister.

"Thanks."

Seul patted her daughter's head.

"Mommy gotta work. Be good for Auntie Yeonnie until I'm done. Okay?"

"Otay. Love you."

Jangmi puckered her lips as Seul leaned closer for a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you, and Mommy loves you, too."

Seul returned the same gestured before leaving with the umbrella that Yeon handed to her.

"Okay, so it's just you and me, MiMi. What do you wanna do after this?"

~~~~~~~

"Thank you for taking care of this errand on short notice, Ms. Lee. I really appreciate it."

Youngbin thanked Seul with a grateful smile as she brought him the Milkis cake from Tous Les Jours for a business function at the Four Seasons Hotel. He noticed her attire with a slight frown as the pair met at the front desk.

"I didn't pull you away from a previous engagement, did I? You didn't get caught in the rain either, I hope."

Seul shook her head.

"Oh, no. You didn't and the rain was very light out, but you're welcome, Mr. Kim. Luckily, I was nearby after an outing with family."

She vaguely informed him as she knew that Youkyoung was supposed to have ordered the cake and have it deliver beforehand, but no order was made and it left Seul to scramble at the last minute on her boss' behalf. Youngbin was unable to get a hold of his secretary as well.

"Oh, okay. That's good to hear."

Seul cast him a small smile.

"Will there be anything else, Mr. Kim?"

"No. I should be fine now. Thank you, Ms. Lee."

He looked about him before returning his gaze onto his personal assistant.

"Hopefully Ms. Seo will arrive and I won't have to bother you too much."

"Well, I am your personal assistant and it is my job to take care of errands and other miscellaneous things that Ms. Seo is unable to."

"Yes, very true. Well, Ms. Lee, have a wonderful evening."

"And the same to you, Mr. Kim."

Seul cast him one more polite smile before turning away. Her attention soon drifted to another part of the lobby upon recalling Sanghee wanted to have her engagement here at the same hotel. The hall was large and consisted of an indoor pool along with an amazing view. This piqued Seul's curiosity as she entered.

"Wow, this is really pretty."

She said to no one in particular as she moved closer to view the outside better, but avoided being close to the pool itself as she didn't have spare clothes to change into if she did get fully wet.

"No wonder Sanghee wants her party here. This will definitely be beautiful at night."

There were other guests of the hotel and of the business function scattered about in the room as well.

"Whoa, Yiseul Park, is that you I see looking so lovely right now?" Dawon said with a surprised teasing tone in seeing his friend and fellow colleague.

"What are you doing here?"

Seul turned and made a face at him using her real name.

"It's Seul Lee, remember?"

"Oh, right. Work-related. You and Yeon both. My bad."

Dawon chuckled as he neared.

"I thought you were on a family outing. Why are you working?"

"Youkyoung didn't bring the cake for your boss and I had to do it."

"He's your boss, too."

"Mmhmm. Anyways, why are you wandering around? Shouldn't you be mingling with the others and assisting Mr. Kim and what not?"

"The talk gets boring over the years and they have really long speeches that really makes no sense to which I don't have to listen in on as that's Youngbin's job. Anyways, I'm also trying to avoid a certain someone at the moment and do not want to meet their boss. By the way, you looked good in that dress."

"Thanks. You're not so shabby in your own get-up."

Dawon made a face.

"It's gets stuffy at times, but I can't wait until this is over and I could get out of this."

Just as Seul was gonna comment she was suddenly bumped from behind and stumbled into the pool.

"Yiseul!" Dawon called for her while turning to face the person that caused it.

"Seriously, Yuri?"

"It was an accident. It's not like I purposely did it."

Yuri countered. She was the person he was trying to avoid

"Right and the fact that you didn't  fall in either."

"I righted myself before I could."

Dawon ignored her.

"Yiseul!"

Seul resurfaced as she tread water to stay afloat while making sure all of her belongings didn't float away. Dawon called his friend's name and she waddle on over to him.

"I got you."

Seul reached for Dawon's outstretched hand as he pulled her closer to the edge of the pool. She coughed up the water as she breathed in air until her breathing returned to normal.

"What just happened?"

She looked at her friend as he motioned with his head towards Yuri.

"She happened."

"Who's she?"

"The one I mentioned earlier."

"I see."

Before Dawon could help Seul get out of the pool, Yuri pulled him away.

"C'mon. My boss is looking for you."

"Let go. I have other things to worry about."

"But she wants y-"

"I don't care."

"Dawon. It's fine. Just go before something else happens."

Seul told him as she managed to lift herself out of the pool and sat beside it.

"But-"

"I'm fine. Really."

"See, she's fine."

Dawon's jaw tightened as he looked at his friend. Seul gave him a nod that she was fine.

"C'mon, Dawon, let's go."

Yuri urged as she continued to pull on Dawon's arm. He shook her hold off of him with an annoyed look while casting his friend a worried look.

"Just call or message me when you get home. Okay?"

"I will."

"Alright, then. Take care."

"You, too."

Dawon cast Seul another concerned look before turning around and walking off. Yuri followed after him and tried to hold his hand, but he shook her hand away. Seul sighed wondering if the other woman thought she was competition, but recalled that she was the younger sister of Yuna. Seul scoffed at the idea that Yuri still clung to Dawn even after school when she knew that he would never like her back like that. Seul dismissed the thought as she wrung out her hair and dress with an even deeper sigh. Despite the whole dress being white she was glad that it wasn't see-through. She needed to dry off soon before returning home. Just as she stood up and had turned around, Youngbin was there with a towel for her.

"Are you cold?"

She eyed him weirdly not taking the towel.

"How long have you been standing there?"

"Not that long."

He continued to hold the towel for her to take. She tentatively took it.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

She placed it around her shoulders and noticed that he was still standing with her with no cake in hand.

"Shouldn't you get to the event?"

"Just some speeches going on that I just have to make sure to check in every now and then."

"Mmhmm. Well, thanks again. Where do I return the towel?"

Seul had removed the towel from around her as she used it to dry off the rest of her.

"Oh, they have a hamper at the changing room over there."

Youngbin pointed to the other side of the room that had a small area that disappeared around the corner.

"Okay, thanks."

Seul was about to walk off, but Youngbin stopped her.

"Hey, wait."

She watched as her boss began removing his suit jacket.

"Um, what are you doing?"

He didn't answer, but instead draped the fabric over her shoulders. He cast her a cheeky smile as he secure the jacket upon her.

"You can return it the next time you see me."

"Bu-"

"Sorry, gotta go. It's in your care for the time being."

Youngbin rushed off with a playful smile as Seul was left staring after him with furrowed eyebrows. She sighed, but nuzzled into the warm clothing.

"He's so weird. I'll see him the day after tomorrow."

Seul didn't ponder on it for long as she returned the towel, made a call to her sister using the front desk's phone, and drove to meet them as Jangmi wanted to go shopping.

~~~~~~~

"Okay, MiMi. Mommy needs new clothes. Let's find her some."

Yeon informed her niece once they were on the fourth floor of the Shinsegae Department Store and had entered Lucky Chouette.

"Why?"

Jangmi asked while holding her aunt's hand as Yeon lead the both of them around.

"Something happened when she left. Let's pick something Mommy would like."

"Otay!"

Yeon received the call from Seul after she had explained what had occurred. Yeon thought it was stupid on how that played out, but told her sister that she was lucky she was in Myeongdong. Now here she was looking for something that Seul could wear for the mean time until they all got home. Yeon remembered her niece still had the plant from earlier and wondered why she hadn't tossed it.

"Jangmi. Why are you still holding the plant?"

"Because it's nice."

"I know, but it's becoming dried up. Let's toss it, yeah?"

"No. Auntie gave it to me."

"I know, but it'll ruin the other things here."

Jangmi frowned.

"But, it's so pretty."

Yeon reasoned with the child.

"Nex time, Auntie will give you something else, okay?"

Jangmi beamed as she handed her aunt the plant.

"Otay. Promise."

"Thank you and yes."

Jangmi giggled as she wandered a bit to choose something for her mother to wear as Yeon sighed with a smile. She knew her niece liked the piece of nature, but she really didn't want the toddler to spread it throughout the store and cause the staff to be inconvenienced. Yeon placed the plant inside her bag before focusing her attention on something for Seul to wear. Yeon had chosen a few pieces of clothing when she heard her niece called for her.

"Yes, MiMi?"

Yeon glanced at Jangmi and noticed that a little boy was with her. She kneel to be at eye-level with a concerned look.

"Hi. Jangmi, who's your friend?"

"This is Howon. He lost his uncle."

She introduced the other toddler as Howon held back tears, but still sniffled.

"Oh. Well, hi, Howon."

She glanced about her and wondered if the boy's uncle was still in the store or something. Yeon stood again to scout for the boy's uncle, but there were only other females walking about. She kneel to Howon's eye-level again.

"Um, where was the last time you saw your uncle?"

"I don't know."

The boy replied and Yeon wondered how she was supposed to find his family member.

"Okay. Let's go to the front and see if we can find your uncle, Howon."

Yeon decided to head to the front to purchase the clothes while informing the staff of what had occurred. Just when Yeon was informing the boy of his new situation, Howon became upset. In the end she left her contact with the staff while Yeoon took both children to Vecchia e Nuovo which was a restaurant and bakery on the same floor as Lucky Chouette. Both children were hungry and Yeon thought it would be better if they were still in the same area for the uncle to find his nephew. After ordering Yeon messaged Seul about the situation and a moment later her boss' name popped up calling.

"Hello, Mr. Lee?"

Yeon answered with a confused tone.

"Uh, yes. I'm Yiyeon Park. How do you know that? Oh, uh yes, he's with me."

Yeon glanced at Howon learning that he was the nephew of Sangyeon.

"Um, we're at Vecchia e Nuovo. Uh, yes, we've already ordered."

The pair were too engrossed with the menu as they made a game out of it to listen in on Yeon's conversation.

"Yes we're on the fourth level. Ah, yes. See you soon."

Yeon ended the call while looking over at Howon.

"Howon, you're uncle will b-"

"Uncle!"

Howon exclaimed upon seeing Sangyeon entered the restaurant a moment later. Yeon's gaze went to the male as she watched the pair soon hug while her boss informed his nephew that he shouldn't have wandered and all that other stuff. Sangyeon's attention went to his secretary.

"Thank you for watching him, Ms. Lee."

"Um, you're welcome, Mr. Lee."

"Hi."

Jangmi greeted Sangyeon with a smile upon remembering him.

"Hi, to you, too."

Sangyeon greeted in a softer tone than he did Yeon.

"Did you and Howon become good friends?"

"Yes!"

"Yeah, Jangmi gave me this."

Howon held the leaf that Yeon had put away earlier. She couldn't resist the pair when they begged to see and play with it.

"Yeah, it's a token from something earlier today."

Yeon shot Sangyeon a small smile hoping he wouldn't probed further.

"I see. Did you say thank you?"

"Mmhmm."

Soon the staff brought out their meal and Yeon suggested for Sangyeon to join them so that Howon could eat before leaving.

"I want to sit next to auntie." Howon stated as he moved to sit next to Yeon.

"You don't want to sit next to me?" Sangyeon asked.

"Nope."

"But I want to sit next to auntie." Jangmi whined as she stood off to the side.

"You can sit next to uncle." Howon suggested, but Jangmi frowned.

"No."

This caused Sangyeon to slightly pout as he played along with the kids.

"No one wants to sit next to me?"

The pair shook their heads as Yeon stifled a laugh which caused her boss to glance at her. Upon seeing his supposed hurt look Yeon couldn't help but let the words flow on out from her mouth.

"Are you jealous?"

"Not at all." He replied nonchalantly while composing himself.

"I see."

Eventually, Yeon managed to get Howon to sit with his uncle leaving Jangmi to sit beside her. It wasn't that bad as the quartet ate and talk for a while before Seul messaged her sister. Yeon decided to cut their meal short after informing Sangyeon about the situation with her sister. The four bid one another goodbyes before parting. Yeon hoped that her boss wouldn't ask about her real name and just let things be, but she received a messaged later that day with him asking if he should address her with Park instead of Lee. Yeon didn't respond and would deal with it on Monday.

[chire-senbonimagines]

How would Byakuya, Kisuke, Shuhei, & Ukitake react to finding out that their s/o is being forcefully controlled by a sibling or higher ranking family member? Like they arent allowed to go out with friends, not allowed to have friends. Not allowed to leave the house without escort. Told they are worthless and no one will ever love them. Always blamed for everything. Treated more like an object to be used than a family member. Etc. HC and I narrowed it to my favs ~Cookie🍪

Here you are, Cookie~ Enjoy! ~Admin S

Kuchiki ByakuyaByakuya is piiiiissed. His upbringing wasn’t exactly sunshine and rainbows either, because of being a noble family rather than in spite of it, but this is far worse. He’s had his own rough spots with Rukia but he would never treat a family member like this (even the one’s he dislikes) and can’t even begin to imagine it.

He wants to be romantic about a proposal but he would honestly sit his s/o down and offer it to get them away from their family. There’s a little ache in his heart that maybe once they gain some sense of self and stability that they might not need him anymore or realise they don’t love him in that way but he’s desperate to offer a way out.

Urahara Kisuke Urahara goes into that rare serious mode of his and is already thinking about all the ways he could make that family members death look like an accident. He may have joked before about them eloping together or running away together but he’s being entirely serious about it now.

If this is back when he was originally in Soul Society, he’s honestly contemplating faking both their deaths so they can disappear off into the sunset together. When the incident takes place he would definitely offer for them to come with.

Hisagi Shuuhei Shuuhei is at a loss as to what he can do. He doesn’t know much about noble families and he’s honestly kind of surprised he’s allowed to be your s/o but he guesses it has something to do with his rank.

Shuuhei will do his best to reassure his s/o that all of that is absolute crap. He’ll show and tell them just how much he loves them, what he loves about them, anything he can think of that might make them believe him.

He won’t rush it but he’s definitely waiting desperately for an appropriate time to propose to get them out from under their family’s thumb.

Ukitake JushiroUkitake is quietly angry. He won’t appear angry but you know he must be when he tells his s/o how appallingly their family treat them. He already showered his s/o with praise and love but he doubles down on it now - understanding better why his s/o always seemed to quietly deflect his praise.

He’s hatching a plan with Shunsui to get you out of the situation, calling in some help from other nobles like Yoruichi and trying to figure out how best to approach this. He wants to get his s/o out and let them breath before proposing marriage if he can, he doesn’t want his s/o to feel trapped.

[feelingfredly]

The Fox Guards the Wolf

Part Thirteen

Wise Foxes Understand Traps

Sorry this has taken me so long.  I got side tracked with a few other stories, but I'm back.  Hope you all enjoy!

A few notes to those interested in my word play--

In Part 12 I wrote that Karin and Yuzu were called Tarepanda, and Rilakkuma, after characters created and owned by San-X. Tarepanda (たれぱんだ) is a cute panda whose name ["tare" (垂れ)] means "lazy" or "droopy" in Japanese. Rilakkuma (リラックマ, Rirakkuma) is a brown stuffed bear whose name means "Bear in a relaxed mood." They are both adorable and harmless, which is why the Yakuza keeping an eye on the Kurosaki twins can't decide who's who.

Okura is a Japanese family name that appears in the Shinsen Shōjiroku, an imperially commissioned Japanese genealogical record.  The name means "large warehouse" which is where the nicknames the Yakuza use for people associated with the Okura keiretsu come from.

Now on with the show!

             Ichigo didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or not when he realized that calling the guy they were following "warehouse" had nothing to do with warehouses.

“So, who is this guy?” he asked, finally.

Masuda-san tilted his head down and looked at him over the edge of his sunglasses. “You yanking my chain, Koguma-chan?  Not nice after I let you come along and everything.”

Ichigo snorted and shook his head. “No.  As much as I’d like to know what the hell is going on, I am honestly clueless.  What’s the deal with the nickname?  This is clearly not a warehouse.”

They were standing in front of a gleaming white office building, its mirrored windows shining in the evening sun like coral colored stained glass.

The yakuza gave him a sympathetic look.  “I guess it makes sense.  Getaboshi-san is as bad as the boss about keeping secrets.  Worse probably.”

He pulled his cigarettes out and lit one as he moved to stand in the shade of a well-pruned boxwood hedge, offering one to Ichigo again, like he couldn’t believe anyone would actually pass up the opportunity to smoke.

“The guy we were following works for Okura Kagetaka.  He’s low-level muscle from what we can tell, but with Okura it’s hard to be sure.  They don’t leak much, and what you do find out is misleading about half the time.  Getaboshi-san taught him well.”

Ichigo froze. “Taught him well?”

Masuda-san huffed. “Shit, you weren’t kidding.  I thought you might be messing around a little, but he hasn’t told you anything, has he?” The older man took a long drag off his cigarette and frowned. “Guess he thinks the less you know the easier it’d be to keep you out of trouble.  He doesn’t know you very well, does he?”

Ichigo ground his teeth and stared at the white building. “No.  No, he doesn’t.”

He was going to learn, though.

“Okura-san used to be Onmitsukido.  Getaboshi-san brought him in when he was just a kid. Seventeen or eighteen I think, but again…  this stuff isn’t exactly talked about.  They had a falling out years ago. No one knows why.  My guess is Okura-san got a little greedier than Getaboshi-san was willing to tolerate.”

Ichigo frowned. “Greedier?”

The yakuza shrugged. “You get good enough at certain skill set you think rules don’t apply to you anymore.”

That was…  unsettling.  From what he knew of Kisuke’s skill set, having that let loose would seriously wreak havoc.

“If that’s true, how come I haven’t heard of this guy before?”

Masuda-san looked at him like he wasn’t sure he’d heard the question right. “Uh,” he shook his head, “had you ever heard of Getaboshi-san? It isn’t in their best interests to be well known.”

Ichigo sucked air in through his teeth.  He should have realized that.  Being a cop’s kid, he had a tendency to believe he knew more than the average citizen, but the Onmitsukido was a whole different ball game.

“I guess I have a lot to…” he stopped mid-sentence as the yakuza stepped closer and waved his hand in a shut-up movement.

A tiny woman in a black pantsuit was crossing the parking lot towards them, and Ichigo was certain she was the most beautiful person he’d ever seen in his life.

“Watch yourself, Koguma-chan.” Masuda whispered. “This one bites.”

It took her a minute to cross the distance, the setting sun casting a golden halo around her, and Ichigo could see the physical awareness in her movements, the gliding steps she took better suited to a dojo than the high heels she wore that would still probably only bring her up to his shoulder.

She stopped squarely in front of the two men and gave them a preposterously low bow.

“Kurosaki-san,” she said his name as if she’d known him forever, “what a pleasure it is to see you.  I must admit that Okura-sama was not immediately available, but as soon as we realized that you’d arrived we notified him, and he is on his way. He apologizes for keeping you waiting and requests that you come inside and wait for him in comfort.”

She smiled a not-smile. “He was most insistent.”

Masuda gave the woman a brief bow and turned back to Ichigo. “You want me to come in with you, boss, or should I head back?”

Boss?  Well, he could work with that.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine, Masuda-san,” he bowed more deeply to the woman than his companion had. “Now that I’m here, there’s no need for you to stay. Tell Mamushi I appreciate your assistance, and that if there’s anything I can do to return the favor, let me know.”

The yakuza nodded and bowed his goodbye. “No problem, boss.  I’ll pass the word along.”

He tossed a final half-bow to the woman, sucked the cigarette down to its filter and headed back the way they’d come.  Ichigo figured he’d wait until he was out of sight before he called his boss, and then, if things went the way he expected, Kisuke would be told as well.

And didn’t that just fuck all? Caught spying by two people at once. It was a record of incompetence even for him.

“I appreciate the invitation,” he left the space open and good manners forced her to introduce herself.

“I beg your pardon, Kurosaki-san,” she said. “I am Maki Hideko. I am Okura-dono’s shitsuji.” When Ichigo did a double-take at the term, she gave a slightly more sincere version of her earlier smile.

“I’ve never met a butler before,” Ichigo said, his curiosity piqued. “I’m assuming that you do more than answer the door for him.”

The woman nodded and gestured that he should precede her. “I have been with Okura-dono for several years now.  It is my honor to make things run as smoothly as possible so that he may turn his attentions to,” she cast her eyes up slightly to meet his, “more important things.”

Ichigo didn’t know whether she thought he was important or was wondering why her boss thought he was.  Either way, she was determined to keep him in her snare long enough for her boss to deal with him.  He could turn and run, but he couldn’t imagine that he was in any danger.  Masuda had been allowed to leave easily enough.

“What can you tell me about your boss?” He figured he might as well ask a few questions while he was waiting.  Even if she didn’t answer them, the way she didn’t answer them would tell him something.

“I’m sure you’re aware of the success of the Okura keiretsu,” she said as they pushed through the impressive front doors of the building and walked into the quiet air-conditioned space.  Ichigo didn’t disabuse her of that notion.  He didn’t think it would go over that well. “Okura-dono has built everything you see here from the ground up.  I believe that speaks for itself.”

Ichigo nodded solemnly.  “He is clearly very successful.”

“Indeed.”

The shitsuji led him into a small anteroom off the atrium.  It was Western in style, a few upholstered chairs and a table, and Ichigo dropped his bag on the polished surface carefully before turning back to his escort.

“Would it be alright if I used my computer while I wait for Okura-san?” He tried to look as harmless as possible.  If the look on Maki-san’s face was any indication, he was quite successful.

“Please, make yourself comfortable Kurosaki-san,” she bowed her agreement, “although I’m afraid we do not have a public wifi for you to use. Security issues, I’m sure you understand.”

That was the first thing he had totally understood.  If what Masuda had said was true, this Okura Kagataka would have been trained to be very security conscious and letting a stranger play on your intranet was Bad Security Protocol number one.

“Absolutely.” This didn’t seem like the time to crack out the smart-ass attitude, so he bowed again. “Thank you.”

“Is there anything I can bring you?  Water? Tea?” Maki-san had fallen back into her service script, but Ichigo wasn’t fooled.  As he’d passed the front desk, he’d noticed the camera feeds for the room he was being kept in, and he was certain that the butler wasn’t armed in the traditional sense, but it appeared that she had something the size of his collapsible baton under the back of her jacket, so he wasn’t dealing with your typical admin.

“No thank you,” Ichigo refused. “Do you have any idea how long it might be before your boss will be here?”

A small smile crossed her face, and Ichigo felt his skin crawl a little.

“Oh, I’m certain he won’t keep you waiting.  Okura-dono is very excited to finally get to meet you.” She nodded one last time and backed out of the room, pulling the door closed behind her.

Great. Ichigo thought. I have a stalker and they’ve never even met me.  What did I do to deserve this?

Kisuke’s face flashed through his mind and he grinned to himself.  Oh yeah.  That’s what I did. And I intend to do it again, too.

The irreverent thoughts kept him from getting too nervous as he pulled out his phone and turned on his hotspot.

One message.  OMW

Ichigo smiled briefly and texted back No hurry before shoving the phone back in his pocket. No sense in advertising that he was connected to the outside world any more than he already had.

He pulled out his laptop and opened his most recent document. He focused on putting the stress of the situation aside and finding that place in his head where he was in control of everything that happened. After a few minutes he could feel his heartrate slow and his breathing even out, and he smiled to himself. Worked every time.

It was that calm face that turned to the door when it opened again.

“Okura-dono will see you now.”

***

Kagetaka didn’t know what he expected.  The description of Urahara’s companion had been unusual enough to allow his men to track him down, but Kurosaki Ichigo on the page looked nothing like the young man standing in front of him.

The reports indicated an indulgent child who threw away a medical school placement to take a year off, who spent his time in coffee shops and hanging out with friends. They did not convey the predatory grace of a trained fighter, or the clearly intelligent mind behind the pretty brown eyes and dramatic orange hair.

“I appreciate your acceptance of my invitation to meet, Kurosaki-san.”

The young man raised his eyebrow a millimeter, the only indicator he gave about how little choice he was given in the decision, before bowing his head politely.  “My pleasure.”

Kagetaka chuckled, and the eyebrow was raised again, this time more noticeably.

“We both know that isn’t true, but I appreciate your politeness.  Your father would be proud.”

The eyebrow lowered and a faint line appeared between the reddish brows. “If you know anything about my father, you know that social niceties aren’t his strong suit.”

He inclined his head. “Yes. Lieutenant Kurosaki-san—he’s retired now, isn’t he? His injury was terribly unfortunate. —has quite the reputation as being, what do the Americans call it?  A straight shooter.”

It was true.  Kurosaki was never going to climb any higher than Lieutenant even if he hadn’t gotten injured.  He didn’t play politics.  He only cared about getting the job done. That wasn’t why Kagetaka had mentioned him, though. Kurosaki the younger needed to know that he was not the only piece on the board, and the sooner, the better.

“Well then,” the young man crossed to a chair, uninvited, and dropped lazily into it.  He looked at Kagetaka, taking in his suit and tie, his expensive haircut, and his pretty brown eyes lingered on his face for a moment. Kagetaka knew he was a good-looking man.  Taller than average. Better looking than Urahara in many ways. Maybe that would work to his advantage with this boy. “Since I no longer have to uphold any imaginary familial expectation, I’ll be blunt.  Why am I here?”

The older man smiled. “I was going to ask you that.  You did come here, first.”

Kurosaki stilled for a moment, and then gave an unrepentant grin. “For what it’s worth, I was following someone, and he led me here.” The redhead shifted, crossing his ankles, and Kagetaka couldn’t stop a tiny shift of his own in reaction. He frowned as Ichigo bared his teeth in a picture-perfect smile. “Before I even realized where I was, your butler had appeared and was chivvying me inside.”

“By then, I was curious.  She made it sound like you knew all about me, and as far as I know there’s no reason for you to know me at all. So…” he inspected a finger for an invisible hangnail, and then gave Kagetaka a challenging look across the polished surface of the desk.  “Here we are.”

Kagetaka chuckled.  It was a nice sound.  He’d practiced it for years.

“Clearly, I don’t know everything about you, Kurosaki-san,” he said. He cupped his injured hand with his healthy one, holding the white bandages in front of himself like a neon sign.  Harmless. “What I do know, is that you were caught in the middle of a conflict that wasn’t of your own making, and I simply had to apologize for the situation it has put you in.”

He pressed a button on his desk, and Maki-san silently appeared with a file.  She handed it over with a bow, carefully not looking at the other occupant of the room, and departed just as silently, leaving Kurosaki to stare after her.

“I have to say,” he said, “I’ve never known anyone with a butler before.  I would love to interview her sometime.  Research for my writing, you know.  Actual details are so hard to come by when it comes to things like that.”

Kagetaka didn’t know what to make of that.  If he was serious, maybe that type of information could be bartered with in time.

“Oh well,” the redhead turned back to him, his momentary curiosity shoved to a back burner. “I’m sure you’re not interested in my little hobby. You were going to show me something?”

He pointed to the file on the desk, and Kagetaka nodded.

“Yes. I had these drawn up after the unfortunate incident the other day.” He slid the file across the table with his uninjured hand. “I can only hope it makes a small reparation for whatever distress my employees put you through.”

Kagetaka went on. “The Okura keiretsu may not have the weight of age behind it, but I assure you, as long as I am director I will take full responsibility for any damages caused through our business practices.”

Kurosaki stared at the folder, a strange look on his face, and then reached out and pulled it to himself.

He scanned the pages quickly, clearly competent to sift through the legalese, and his eyebrows climbed higher than they’d been before.

“I’m afraid I’m not quite following.” He closed the file and looked across the table.  Kagetaka was certain that the younger man followed perfectly well, but he wasn’t about to push the issue. “This looks like a settlement for damages.  But… there were no damages. If anything, your employees,” he emphasized the word, “were the ones who were damaged.”

This was where things were likely to get sticky, so Kagetaka took his time answering.

“I don’t know if you are aware that I studied under Urahara Kisuke for a number of years.”

That got him a brief nod.  He went on.

“When I left my position at the Onmitsukido, it was the most difficult decision I’d ever had to make.  I had invested more than a third of my life to their service, but I finally realized that I could no longer stand by and watch as someone I considered a mentor broke the very rules that he’d initially taught me.  Everyone in the department knew he’d become unstable, but I had seen it firsthand.”

Kagetaka widened his eyes and gripped his bandages a little tighter, pleased when Kurosaki’s eyes were drawn to his injured hand.

“Urahara-san didn’t appreciate my decision.” He lowered his gaze and let his shoulders droop. “The week before my departure he destroyed several years’ worth of research I’d done in my personal time, citing a conflict of interest between my personal projects and my work for the Onmitsukido.  It was a serious setback for me.  I had intended to use that to start my own business once I’d gotten out.  However, it was his word against mine, and the material was gone anyway.  I let it go and moved on.”

He looked across the table and held the other man’s gaze for a solid three count.  “Urahara didn’t.”

“Over the next two years there were several ‘accidents’ in my offices where projects were suspiciously corrupted, or newly developed hardware went missing, but how could I prove his involvement?  I couldn’t.  However, the last time I managed to record video of him in our research facility stealing our most recent artificial intelligence research. That proof in hand, I contacted him and requested a meeting, hoping I could use the video as leverage to force him to return what he’d stolen.”

At this point he forced a self-deprecating laugh.  “I probably sound paranoid but working with Urahara-san taught me the necessity of it.  I sent my employees to the coffee shop that day to escort him here.  They were armed for their own protection.  They knew they were dealing with a trained assassin—I owed them that much information before they had to interact with him—and, being loyal to the Okura keiretsu, I am afraid that they were over-zealous in their roles.”

“You were never part of the equation. They assumed he had brought you along as backup, and, that since you were in Urahara-san’s company, you were as great a threat as he.” Kagetaka shook his head earnestly.  “They would never have acted the way they did otherwise.”

Kurosaki’s eyes had widened almost comically. “You mean they thought I was a thief, too?”

Kagetaka sighed and nodded. “Urahara-san has never been one to spend time with innocents.”

The redhead flopped back in his chair, his face a study of surprise.  That had gone well, Kagetaka thought.

“When I found out that not only were you not a member of the Onmi, but that you had taken the time to tend to my employees’ wounds after Urahara attacked them, I felt terrible.  I was even more upset to discover that somehow the events of that day had driven Urahara to pull you closer to the Onmitsukido. I don’t know what use he hopes to put you to, but I only hope that he hasn’t treated you badly while he’s kept you there.”

He lowered his lashes and gave the redhead a small smile. “Now that I’ve met you, though, I’m less concerned. You don’t seem like the type to be taken in by fairy stories.  I’m sure that growing up with your father, you learned how to hold your own.”

Kurosaki smiled back at him and gave a little nod of satisfaction. “Yeah, being a cop’s kid, I learned all about how to spot phony setups and liars.  But, tell me something.”

“Certainly, Kurosaki-san,” Kagetaka agreed.

“Did you ever meet with Urahara after what happened at the coffee shop?” He leaned forward in his chair. “I mean… did you ever get back what he stole?”

Kagetaka shook his head and let out a tired sigh. “Unfortunately, no.  But don’t feel bad, Kurosaki-san. That opportunity was lost, but it isn’t the first time I’ve had to start over.”

The look of frustration at the injustice of the situation on the kid’s face was everything he’d hoped for. He pushed back from the table and prepared to seal the deal.

“That, however, is my problem, not yours.  So, please take the papers I gave you and have someone you trust—maybe someone with the police department?—look over them, and get back to me.  I know that you’ve been living at the Onmi headquarters, and if they have some plan to use you, I’m sure they’ve made promises about your position and your future that you’d be foolish not to consider. The Onmitsukido as a whole, is a wonderful organization and they can do great things for you.  This,” he waved at the file, “isn’t an attempt to match that.  I just want to make sure that the actions of my people haven’t cost you your freedom.  I know how Urahara works, Kurosaki-san, and I couldn’t live with myself if you, too, lost your youthful potential to him.”

***

Ichigo’s phone pinged and he pulled it out to see an unknown number calling. He accepted the call.

“Someone really hates your guts," he said, without preamble.

“You sound surprised by that discovery.” Kisuke’s voice sounded almost sad in his ear, and Ichigo frowned.  He shouldn’t sound like that. “Tessai-san could probably give you a list if you’d like.”

Ichigo snorted. “I’ll ask him for one the next time I see him.”

He meant it to be humorous, but they both knew there was an uncomfortable amount of truth behind it. He was tired of not knowing what was going on.  If he was going to protect his family, and Kisuke, and even the crazy Yakuza guys who kept showing up, he needed more to work with. But first he needed to do a little damage control.

“I have some questions for him anyway, but first I need to run by my old apartment.”

He didn’t explain that he was going to ditch everything he was wearing, his bag, and the file of papers.  It would be clear enough when Kisuke saw him later.  Luckily, he had backed up his manuscript that morning to an external drive.  He’d grab his old laptop to use until he could make sure nothing futuristic or funky had been done to his current machine. The phone he’d have to keep.  It would be too suspicious to ditch it, too.

Something echoed through the connection. “Will you be coming home this evening, Kurosaki-san?”

Ichigo frowned.  It was almost as if he’d heard the question twice.  He looked around suspiciously.

Kisuke was standing behind two parked cars about twenty feet away.  Geta and bucket hat were nowhere to be seen, and Ichigo admitted that if he hadn’t recognized the blue hoodie as one that had been swiped from his own closet, he probably wouldn’t have recognized him.

Kurosaki-san? Ichigo scowled at the formality. He'd make Kisuke pay for that later.

“Why don’t you order take-out,” he said, nodding once, before dodging around a little old man walking at him like he owned the sidewalk. “It’s getting late, and I don’t feel like cooking.”

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Sajin Komamura

Orihime Inoue 

Kisuke Urahara 

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What if: the Gotei 13 offers Ichigo the creation and captaincy of the Fourteenth Division?

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

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It takes Kisuke a full seventy-two hours to finish plastering all of District 78 with seals powerful enough to knock a herd of evil rampaging elephants off their feet but that’s just the first layer. He doesn’t have that much reiatsu to expend continuously though, which means he needs a break.

Ichigo of course is still working. The gods forbid he retains the stamina of even just your average Shinigami captain.

He ends up collapsing into one of the camping chairs Ichigo must’ve brought while Kisuke was busy elsewhere. They’re set up at the edge of what will one day be their headquarters, and there’s water and some snacks waiting for him as well, which he dives into gratefully. The spot also gives Kisuke a nice view of Ichigo carting charred debris and rubble to a few separate dumpsters stationed in front of an open Garganta. A few well-aimed Getsuga Tenshous from earlier reduced the remaining buildings to heaps of splintered wood and stone, which helps fit them into each metal container more easily.

Kisuke spares a moment to admire the amount of control Ichigo’s gained in only a few short years once he put his mind to it. The Garganta holds steady even when Ichigo Shunpos from one side of the area to the other, and even three days in, he easily lifts a piece of cement wall like it weighs nothing. He’s shrugged out of the top half of his Shihakushou, letting it pool around his waist, and while he’s sweating and his muscles flex every time he gathers up a new load, there’s not a speck of strain anywhere in the fluidity of his movements.

He’s staring, Kisuke realizes ruefully, and gives himself a mental slap while reciting a mantra he put together a good few years ago - young, former student, screwed over his soul, used him as a weapon, young.

Rinse and repeat until it sticks.

He sighs and tosses his hat onto the foldable table beside him before leaning back and putting up his feet. There’s a stack of files on the table so he picks those up to distract himself. The paperwork is familiar, giving him flashbacks to those captain days he certainly doesn’t miss, and it makes him smirk-- he wonders if Kyouraku would take his bet for how long it will take Ichigo to set his paperwork on fire.

There’s a pen and a slip of paper with Ichigo’s rushed scrawl tucked in the first folder, on which he’s already marked down the end figures for everything he’s had to pay for so far. Thankfully not much yet, but it’s good that he’s keeping track. Kisuke remembers the first time Yoruichi dumped the Second Division’s entire monthly budget on him and he made the mistake of putting it off for later - that was a mess and a half to untangle, and it got him in trouble with Yoruichi, the Ninth, and the Soutaichou-- never mind that it wasn’t even supposed to be his job to begin with. But it taught him the importance of keeping accounts and being mindful of any outgoing expenses, especially when it became clear Yoruichi wasn’t going to stop foisting the management of their finances off on him, so he’s glad to see Ichigo hasn’t neglected it so far even if it might not seem particularly essential just yet.

...Then again, Ichigo did more or less raise his sisters since their mother passed. Quite possibly, he learned the importance of savings and proper budgeting a long time ago.

Kisuke shuffles that file to the bottom. He lingers briefly on the outline of the partially drawn Fourteenth Division insignia before moving past that too. He spends just enough time on the folder of blank profiles to fill one out for himself and another for Ichigo, mostly basic information that the Gotei already has and a bit more that they don’t but never more than the bare minimum. He makes a note to advise Ichigo to ensure the same for the rest of their squad.

There’s a couple more blank pages, and after a moment, Kisuke takes one and begins sketching out a rough idea of some building plans for their headquarters. Administrative building, captain’s office at the top, lieutenant’s right across, senior seated complement’s scattered a floor below. Private quarters for each. A few communal areas, more offices on the ground floor, front desk off to the side, never directly in view of everyone and their dog coming in through the front doors but with a perfect line of sight for anyone manning the desk to carry out a surprise attack should someone uninvited attempt to sneak in.

Barracks, big enough to accommodate a full-sized squad even though Kisuke is fairly certain they won’t have anywhere near that many people anytime soon. Training grounds, more than one. After a moment of deliberation, Kisuke leaves the farthest right area - past where the future barracks would be - blank. He thinks Ichigo might’ve already had the same idea so he should leave some space for it.

There’s forest area all along the back. Kisuke marks that down for where he wants his promised labs to be. A Senkaimon connecting them to his office will have to be anchored in place, perhaps in a separate (hidden) room on the top floor of the admin building. It’s technically illegal but it isn’t as if Ichigo will care.

That’s more or less all the basic requirements for a Division’s headquarters. Even the labs aren’t strictly necessary but Ichigo was right-- Kisuke might actually go into withdrawal or at least blow something up if he’s no longer allowed his own projects to play with.

But other more personal touches can be added at a later time. Maybe separate apartments-- Ichigo will probably want his own place outside of the barracks or the office’s adjoining bedroom, and Kisuke will too. And tunnels of course. Underground safe rooms. Underground workspace and training grounds. Underground everything, in case of a siege and the enemy actually manages to breach the walls. Speaking from experience, Kisuke does not think he is overreacting. It isn’t paranoia when your very existence is about to make some very powerful people very angry and very scared. Besides, Second Division headquarters is similarly outfitted and they’ve never been accused of treason or threatened with execution.

He sets the blueprints aside for now. They’re only a first draft, and Ichigo will want to add his own input.

He glances up again at the sound of approaching footsteps, then reaches down to retrieve one of the bottles of water and tosses it to Ichigo. “Are you finally taking a break?”

“Not all of us have ancient bones to rest,” Ichigo retorts around a grin before guzzling down half the bottle and then dumping the rest over his head. Kisuke very firmly keeps his eyes on Ichigo’s face and no lower, which isn’t exactly a hardship but… well, there’s a lot of bare skin on display.

“You’re finished with the seals?” Ichigo asks, looking around, eyes going half-mast and distant in a way that means he’s feeling for the wards.

“Only the first layer,” Kisuke sighs, levering his legs off the footrest and back onto flat ground. “I’ll need more time to build up all the defenses to an acceptable level, and that isn’t even getting into the seals that can’t be tied in until at least the walls of our compound have been built.”

“...They’re really strong already,” Ichigo murmurs after a moment, blinking back into the present. The look he aims at Kisuke next is full of a genuine sort of admiration that makes Kisuke want to preen and blush and bask in it all at the same time. “You’re kind of amazing, Kisuke.”

Kisuke clears his throat and busies himself with stacking the files onto the table again. “My Kidou skills should hardly come as a surprise to you anymore, Ichigo, or did you forget how I won our last… oh, twenty spars?”

“Shut up,” Ichigo huffs, moving to flop into the other chair. “Hadou and Bakudou are different than this stuff. I don’t see it as much. I don’t think most people even know how to do it.”

Kisuke allows himself a moment of smug pride. “Well, you’ll be seeing plenty of it from now on. But I do need some rest before I get started on the next layer.”

“Yeah, of course,” Ichigo agrees more seriously this time and waves a dismissive hand. “We’re not in that much of a rush. If anybody does come to try and stop us this early on, it’s not like they’ll be able to get the drop on either of us.”

True enough. It’s when Ichigo begins bringing in other people - possibly civilians - that they’ll have to worry. But for now…

“Then,” Kisuke continues, catching Ichigo’s eye even as he reaches for his discarded hat. “If you don’t need me for anything else right this moment, I have some business to wrap up elsewhere. I should be back by the end of the day at the latest.”

Ichigo looks curious but he doesn’t ask, shrugging instead and digging into the bag of snacks he brought. “Sure. I did drag you out here pretty suddenly.” His expression slants into something more concerned. “Just make sure you actually catch a nap or something too, okay? If you collapse on me, I’m gonna hold it over your head forever.”

Kisuke smirks even as he puts his hat back on and stands. “With the number of times you’ve fainted into my arms after a fight-”

“I did not faint!”

“-I don’t believe I’ll have anything to worry about.”

He catches the empty bottle Ichigo hurls at him and throws it back, still smirking. “A Garganta to my shop, if you please, Ichigo.”

Ichigo rolls his eyes but snaps a portal open for him all the same. “Get outta here. Don’t start the end of the world or something while you’re gone.”

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind,” Kisuke says dryly before stepping through, the mouth of it closing behind him. He has more than enough reiatsu still to forge a simple path under his feet, and the single tunnel of invisible turbulence guides him through the darkness. It only takes a few minutes of travel before the tunnel ends and the Garganta opens again to reveal the foyer of his shop.

Ichigo really has gotten very proficient with this kind of transportation.

The place is empty, not that Kisuke expected anything else. Tessai should still be visiting with some old friends, and Yoruichi hasn’t come by in months. The kids… Actually, Kisuke should probably stop calling them that. They finally grew enough to demand to go to college a few years back when Karin and Yuzu graduated high school, despite the fact that Kisuke could’ve easily downloaded information on pretty much any subject they would’ve wanted to know about into their internal databases. But they insisted, and last Kisuke heard, they were doing well in Todai.

He makes his way to the kitchen, picking up the portable phone on the way before putting the kettle on. He sets the phone on the counter, turns on the speakerphone, and starts rummaging for the tea as he waits for the call to connect.

“Kisuke?”

“Yoruichi-san,” Kisuke greets airily. “I haven’t heard from you in a while. I hope I haven’t interrupted anything.”

He automatically tunes out the next three and a half minutes of Yoruichi recounting her latest exploits with Sui-Feng. It’s probably terribly petty of him but Kisuke’s never been particularly interested in the zealous mess that was Sui-Feng catering to Yoruichi’s whims, no matter how funny Yoruichi thinks it is.

“It’s good to hear the Second Division is doing so well,” Kisuke interjects after he tunes back in in time to listen to Yoruichi tell him about the new group of Academy graduates they just took in. “Will you be taking over their training or will Sui-Feng-san be making them regret ever stepping foot in the compound?”

Yoruichi cackles over the line. “You say that like I won’t make them regret that. But yes, Sui-Feng asked if I could train them, get’em up to snuff. I’ll even go easy on them the first week.”

“How fortunate for them,” Kisuke says drolly because he knows better than most how difficult a taskmaster Yoruichi is when she’s serious.

Yoruichi chortles again, and Kisuke’s hands hover briefly over the tea set he just took down.

It’s been a long time since he last heard his best friend laugh so freely.

“Well then?” Yoruichi prompts, her mirth fading a little. “That’s all the news on my side. Did you call just for an update or did you need something?”

Has something happened goes unspoken but not unheard.

Once, he could’ve called just to call.

“Nothing urgent,” He replies. “But I was wondering if you could make some time to come visit little old me today. Tessai-san too, if you know where he is. Otherwise, I’ll call him after this.”

There’s a beat of silence on Yoruichi’s end before her voice comes back on, casual in a way that only Kisuke and Tessai would be able to tell it isn’t entirely genuine. “Of course. I know where he is. I’ll swing by and pick him up. Twenty minutes?”

“See you then,” Kisuke agrees. “My regards to Sui-Feng-san.”

For once, Yoruichi only scoffs, amusement twined with an exasperated sort of skepticism because she’s never been any kind of oblivious in her life. But all she says is, “Right. I’m sure she’ll be happy to hear from you.”

Kisuke hums noncommittally in the face of that bald-faced lie, says goodbye, and hangs up. He carries the tea tray over to the dining table and keeps each cup and the pot piping hot with a touch of his finger.

Then he waits.

“So what’s this about?” Yoruichi asks briskly, cutting to the chase after only a perfunctory sip of Kisuke’s tea. Tessai says nothing but he too looks at Kisuke expectantly, with only a slightly worried frown creasing his brow.

“Nothing overly important,” He repeats. He absently swirls the tea in his cup, catching a faint glimpse of his reflection in the pale green liquid. “I assume you’ve heard of Ichigo’s promotion?”

“I dunno if you’d call it a promotion,” Yoruichi snorts, looking amused. “But Kyouraku slapping the kid with a captaincy and his own division? Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s the only thing half the Gotei has been talking about recently. Or at least they’ve heard the rumours.”

Tessai nods in agreement. “The Kidou Corps even received instructions to begin setting up the standard privacy and protection seals around the empty compound that has been assigned to the Fourteenth, but Kyouraku-soutaichou rescinded that order a few days ago. The Kidou Corps has been told to wait.”

Kisuke has to hide a smile behind his cup at that, but also a surge of possessive annoyance at the thought of anyone messing with the seals he’s already started constructing. Ichigo will have some explaining to do, but the Kidou Corps won’t be necessary this time. He wouldn’t mind if Tessai offered to help but there’s no way Kisuke is letting a bunch of nameless Shinigami lay a finger on his future headquarters’ defenses.

“There’s no set date for the induction ceremony yet,” Yoruichi adds. “But the haori’s all but got Ichigo’s name stamped on it.”

“Yes, and that’s what I wanted to discuss.” He pauses, then looks up, first at Yoruichi, then at Tessai, feeling strangely calm and centered in this one moment, with a thread of pride drumming steadily underneath. “Or not discuss. I’ve already made my decision.

“I’m planning on closing the shop,” He announces without fanfare as he reaches for the teapot, heedless of the way Yoruichi’s eyes widen and Tessai stiffens. “Ichigo has asked me to be his lieutenant, and I’ve accepted. I won’t have time to do that and spend my days in this shop waiting for the next Shinigami in need of my particular brand of expertise to show up on my doorstep, and if I won’t be living here anymore, it isn’t wise to let this place sit and gather dust. I’ll inform Kyouraku-soutaichou of course, but I thought I would tell you two first. I know some of your belongings are still in your rooms here, and Jinta and Ururu’s things will have to be boxed up and either placed in storage somewhere or shipped out to their apartment, but you’ll have the next week or so to move it all out before I begin dismantling the place.”

In the ensuing silence, the kitchen clock seems to tick especially loud. Kisuke savours his third cup of tea slowly.

Hmm. Does Inuzuri have a tea shop? Probably not. Well, there will be if Kisuke has anything to say about it.

“You’re… going to be the Fourteenth Division’s new vice-captain,” Yoruichi finally says.

“Yes,” Kisuke smiles winningly in her direction. “Ichigo came straight to me after meeting with the Soutaichou. Apparently, I was his first choice. How could I refuse?”

If there’s supposed to be a sting in his words, he thinks he hides it well.

Yoruichi’s eyes still narrow, cat-like and calculating. “You used to be a captain, Kisuke. Isn’t lieutenant a step down?”

“Well, I was also a fugitive,” Kisuke reminds her sardonically. “And that was probably at least ten steps down, but I managed, so I’m sure I’ll settle perfectly well into a lieutenant position.”

“That’s still not-”

“I never wanted it,” Kisuke cuts her off, and he could probably count on one hand the number of times he’s done that over the course of their lives and still have fingers left over. But he meets her gaze steadily, and he doesn’t blink, and the truth of those words ring between them for the very first time since Yoruichi signed him up for the captaincy trials, harsh and heavy and loud even though Kisuke never even raised his voice.

Tessai sits stone-still off to the side, his hands motionless around his own empty teacup. Yoruichi hisses out an irritated breath, sounding more cat than woman, but for once, there’s a frozen indecision in her expression that suggests she doesn’t know what to say.

“I prefer being a lieutenant,” Kisuke says eventually when the silence stretches too long. He lets his voice lighten to chase away the tension from before. He didn’t actually mean for the conversation to dig into issues best left in the past. “I’m more suited for it. And someone has to keep Ichigo out of trouble, right?”

A pause, and then Yoruichi makes a disbelieving noise at the back of her throat. “You’re as bad as he is, and he’s as bad as you. If anything, you two will be neck-deep in trouble together within the month!”

Well she’s not wrong. It’s probably not even going to take a month for Central 46 to catch wind of what they’re doing.

Kisuke shrugs. “Most likely, but at least it’s been historically proven that we’ll be able to get each other out of trouble as well, so we’ll be fine.”

Yoruichi rolls her eyes, and Tessai’s shoulders finally lose their rigidity again.

“We’ll have to get rid of everything in the back if we’re closing the shop,” Tessai says instead of adding his own opinion to Kisuke’s decision. “Should I donate it or…?”

“Have a sale,” Kisuke suggests. “I can keep the shop open for up to two weeks.  Spread the word that everything will be fifty percent off. Donate the rest if there’s anything left at the end.”

Tessai nods, clearly already making plans for that in his head.

“Do you have a place to move into though?” Yoruichi asks, pouring herself some more tea. “Since Kisuke’s kicking us out.”

She gives Kisuke a sharp grin, all teeth, but the accusation lacked bite so Kisuke doesn’t let it bother him. Besides-

“They gave me my old set of apartments back,” Tessai admits, and the look he sends Kisuke is almost apologetic. “And the current Kidou Corps Commander, he was my former Third, and he’s been asking if I want my old position back. I’ve refused so far. It’s his now, and he’s good at it. But… I’ve been helping them with training and some of their missions. I wouldn’t mind returning to that, and Hachigen-san has been doing the same.”

Kisuke nods. Yoruichi looks between them before jabbing a finger at him. “You already knew. Of course you did.” She frowns. “I didn’t know. I’m losing my touch.” She scowls at him. “I guess you also know I’ve resumed Clan Head duties then?”

Kisuke arches an eyebrow. Yoruichi rolls her eyes again. “Right. Fine.” She sighs. “I’ll move my stuff out in the next few days. I suppose we’re all going back then.”

There’s a moment where they all just look at each other, a hundred years and change playing through their minds.

“We’re the stupidest fuckers in the world,” Yoruichi mutters with uncharacteristic vulgarity even for her, downing the rest of her tea in one gulp. “And if we get exiled again, I’m gonna kick my own ass for actually being this fucking dumb.”

“At least with Kurosaki-dono around and Kyouraku-soutaichou in charge,” Tessai says with a faint note of amused resignation. “Something like that would not be as likely.”

Yoruichi scoffs but doesn’t refute it. Tessai clambers to his feet, nodding to Kisuke. “I’ll get started on that inventory then, Boss.”

Silence resumes in the kitchen with Tessai’s departure. Kisuke offers Yoruichi the last of the tea, and when she shakes her head, he pours the rest for himself.

He still needs to make a trip to the bank. Then he should come and pack up a few pillows and blankets, maybe find a tent-- the shop probably has one. He has a feeling Ichigo will be working through the night, and it feels wrong to come back here to sleep while Ichigo’s still out there.

“Just tell me one thing,” Yoruichi says abruptly. Kisuke glances at her and finds her watching him with unblinking feline eyes. “You didn’t accept the post because you feel you owe the kid, did you?”

Kisuke… well, he thinks back to that conversation not even four days ago, to the honesty Ichigo offered him, to the expectation that Kisuke wouldn’t let him down, to you’re my first choice.

To the trust inherent in all those things.

Debts are fickle. Once paid off, there’s no guarantee of further loyalty.

But Ichigo trusts him enough to name Kisuke his Second, to want no one else for the position, to offer him equal standing in a plan that might just revolutionize Soul Society-- how can Kisuke give him anything less?

“No I didn’t,” He tells Yoruichi, and it’s a truth he’s glad to feel down to his very bones.

Yoruichi stares for a few seconds longer, and then her features soften into something warm and knowing, and kinder than Kisuke’s seen aimed at him in a good long while.

“Alright then.”

“Alright?”

“Yeah, Kisuke,” Yoruichi stretches, limbs going loose and lazy as she cracks a fanged yawn. “Alright.”

Later, Tessai puts it into words, straightforward and to-the-point the way Yoruichi wasn’t.

“Is this what you want, Boss?”

“...Yes.”

“Alright then.”

[Part 5]

[bleach-rare-pairs-blog]

Do you have any headcanons for Rangiku X Sui-feng? Thank you!

Oh yo I actually really enjoy this pairing!

I feel theres a lot of potential for shenanigans in their working hard/hardly working dynamic - sui feng would initially be completely dismissive of rangiku's lax attitude but would eventually warm up to her.

I've always thought Haineko had a HUGE amount of stealth potential, so I feel like assigning Rangiku to back up the stealth corps wouldnt be too far fetched of an idea - if an unorthodox one, which is why Yamamoto never signed off on it (but of course, Shunsui never had any such qualms), so they probably wouldnt have worked together so closely before.

After the mission is, of course, a resounding success, Rangiku would INSIST on treating the squad members to a few drinks. Sui Feng would insist on sobriety for the evening, but perhaps later, in a more private debrief situation, she could be tempted into having a few. Sui Feng strikes me as a lightweight, and as someone who doesnt drink often enough to know their own limit, so she'd probably get fairly drunk very quickly. She'd also get very emotional.

As far as we're aware in the series, she doesnt have any close female friends (or any friends, for that matter) so she's never opened up to anyone properly before, and it would come as a shock to both of them when she starts really talking about her worries, her regrets, her past - but Rangiku's a good listener, and more than anything a good comforter.

After sobering up, Sui Feng would be MORTIFIED at her admissions, but Rangiku would do everything she can to make sure she doesnt feel embarrassed or vulnerable - lest she close up again. From there, I can see more quiet evenings, a very different drinking environment to what Rangiku's used to, ending with good nights that seem to linger more and more each time.

- admin kisuke

[lazarus-hope-project]

A Beacon of Hope

It almost happens in a blur as figures begin to move, the Prime versions of Bo and Kisuke lower themselves to the ground, sounds of clammor and commotion fill the call. That's when you see a man you've only seen through Sentinel's glitched eyes appear before you. A man with dark hair, piercing hazel green eyes, and a kind smile. This must be Lani Ozaki, Kin's husband.

"It's really you... It's you guys! It's Credence, Kin! We knew it! Don't worry, we're running this show now! You're our ticket to finally showing the world what Clara Futura's doing! What they abandoned and thought they could let rot away. Don't worry, we got you! We're going to get these old bags to confess, and we're going to bring you home!"

You see a couple strangers step in, Lani asking them to help restrain the CF agents you have barely gotten to know. Lani sits down in the chair at the desk, relieved. There seems to be so much he wants to ask, and say, but he can't find the words. After a moment of looking at you all standing at your podiums in the trial room, he speaks.

"Kin needs some space, but I promise we have plenty of room for you all to stay while we figure stuff out. Get to the admin control room, put in that password, and set the course for... here, Autopilot."

He types something into the keyboard that none of you can see, but Autopilot nods in confirmation.

"Sounds great! We'll see you then! Over and out, captain.~"

Autopilot waves goodbye as he hangs up the call, turning to everyone and raising a pointed finger.

"To the control room, everyone! I have the password!"

The sound of the elevator doors opening is heard as Autopilot begins rolling down to bring you all to the elevator.

[vongola-decimo-imagines]

Can we maybe get a sneak peak of your Bleach fic before we decide if we want to read it????

Yeah, of course, but which relationship would you like to see? Some things have been added since I posted that last thing about the Fic(Now named “What the Past Has Made”). Here’s what they are:

There’s an Aizen/OC/Byakuya plot that could maybe happen, not sure about that.

There’s an Urahara/OC thing happening but that character is severely underdeveloped.

Chiharu’s Gikongai, Maiko, is a Mod Soul, and that Mod Soul is in love with Noba. Not really a love triangle but a bit of an awkward situation involving Chiharu’s body.

So here’s the things I can definitely write for, but it may give you a few spoilers.

Chiharu/Toshiro

Chiharu/Ichigo(non-romantic) [Platonic relationships gimme that good shit~Kate]

Chiharu- Daily life at the Urahara Shop

Chiharu/Anyone, basically.

Maiko/Noba

Chiharu/Maiko/Toshiro

Noriko/Shinji

Noriko/Kensei

Noriko/Ichigo(non-romantic)

Noriko/Anyone(but Byakuya and Renji specifically)

Akane/Grimmjow

Akane/Ulquiorra

Akane/Anyone

[aizensamasuggestions]

//admin/mun/ooc you make things really interesting so im willing to discuss anything whether its aging/muken/etc you make it awesome! Is there anything you want to talk about as aizen personally?

//Thanks so much!

//As for topics, I’m very open to anything. Aizen loves to talk about his plans and about what’s wrong with the Soul King/Soul Society/Gotei 13/Urahara Kisuke/Hirako Shinji…. the list goes on. It would be fun to ask his opinion about people he served with when he was in the Gotei. I mean, if you have a favorite character, I’m sure Aizen has an opinion on them. (He has an opinion on EVERYTHING.)  Feel free to point out his faults, he will spend hours defending any of his actions (even if they were stupid, you know he’d try to spin it as all part of The Plan ™.)

//I’m in the middle of writing great big fic about Aizen with @7emptymirrors so I have [bleep]-ton of head canon waiting for opportunities to unload on unsuspecting Bleach fans, so you know, anything you want to ask about Aizen past I will happily make up (since Kubo-sensei left it entirely blank.)