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KYOURAKU SHUNSUI

BLEACH: THE BLOOD WARFARE (COUR 3) EP. 11: Shadows Gone

[my-my-my]

KINKTOBER DAY 10 - Face Sitting: Shunsui Kyoraku x Female Reader

This is a slight continuation from Day 1 (grooming). Requested by @milapurr.

Summary: All work and no play make Shunsui... something something. Nanao kicks him out of the Seretei for 10 days and 10 nights, and what is poor Shunsui to do?

TW: MDNI! Alcohol consumption mention, exhausted Shunsui, face sitting (fem receiving), sixty-nine.

Word count: 2703

Read on AO3 here.

“How was your vacation, Nanao-chan?” Head Captain Kyoraku asked, a lazy smile on his face as he lounged in his seat, “you certainly look a bit different.” Kyoraku chuckled at Nanao’s growing red face.

“It was fine!” Nanao huffed, “Lieutenant Matsumoto chose a particularly warm place.” Nanao grumbled, as she slammed her gift bag on Kyoraku’s desk. Kyoraku peeped into the bag and saw some novelty items, and a particularly large bottle of alcohol.

“What’s this?” Kyoraku said, inspecting the bottle.

“Rum.” Nanao said, confidently. “It’s a specialty of the region we went to.”

Kyoraku hummed as he opened the bottle and took in the alcohol’s scent. “Maybe I should visit this place too.” He grinned, earning a glare from Nanao.

“No you don’t, sir! You need to finish all these documents before you even think about taking a vacation.” She said in a pointed tone, leaving no room for argument.

Sighing into his seat, Kyoraku grumbled and put the bottle of rum away. Page after page, Kyoraku distracted himself by dreaming of sunny skies and warm breezes.

Kyoraku poured himself the remaining drops of the rum Nanao had bought him months ago, sitting next to Ukitake’s gravestone. He sighed as he stared into the now empty bottle, it’s sweet, yet alcoholic scent lingering in the air.

“You would’ve liked this drink, Jushiro.” Kyoraku said, sighing again. He stared at the sky, there was a slight chill in the air, and the crisp breeze didn’t help but add to the forlorn mood Kyoraku was in. He drank his glass of rum, savouring its taste.

“Maybe I should go on vacation…” he muttered, staring wistfully into the sky. He was Head Commander after all, wasn’t he allowed to have a break too?

He headed back to his office, where Nanao and Okikiba were handling paperwork and other bureaucratic nonsense Kyoraku avoided to do. He looked at the stack of paper on his desk, his eyes glazing over as he skimmed through the inane notes left by Central 46.

Without even realizing, Kyoraku let out another loud sigh, surprising Nanao. It was rare for her to see her captain in a despondent mood like this. She took a hard look at him. He looked… exhausted. There was a slight dark circle and bag under his eye, and his facial hair was beginning to look unkept.

“Captain,” Nanao asked, looking at him directly in the face, “are you alright?”

Kyoraku was startled by the question, but gave a half smile, “it could be worse.” Then went back to skimming documents.

“When was the last time you went on vacation?”

Kyoraku stopped and leaned into his seat. He thought deeply but couldn’t recall an immediate answer. Since the defeat of Yhwach, the shuffling of captains and lieutenants in the Gotei 13, as well as tracking Yhwach’s residual reiatsu…

He hadn’t taken a break since more than a century ago, he realized.

Nanao gave him a sad smile, “sir, let’s finish up for today. I think we can continue these documents tomorrow.” She said, taking his completed documents off his desk. “Also, I think you need a bit of a shave.” She commented, scrutinizing his face.

Kyoraku gave her a blank stare then let out a laugh, shocking Nanao and Okikiba. Maybe he’s alright after all Nanao thought, as she continued to stare at Kyoraku. As everything was put away, Kyoraku bid his two lieutenants good night and walked to his private quarters.

Kyoraku’s alcohol collection was substantial. Sake, upon sake, wine, after wine. He had a drink for every occasion, but… nothing called to him other than the rum from Nanao. His personal servants had prepared him a meal, which was delicious, but it wasn’t fulfilling his craving. He stared at the empty bottle on his shelf as he pondered about what to do.

What Kyoraku didn’t expect the next day was Nanao pushing him out of the office and into a Senkaimon she had created. What Kyoraku also didn’t expect, was a calm sea breeze, sunny skies and Nanao casting a clothing spell on him. Instead of his Shinigami attire, Nanao had swapped his straw hat for a sun hat, and his robes for a loose-fitting button-up shirt and floral swim trunks reminiscent of his robe.

Kyoraku hummed as he inspected his surroundings, adjusting his hat to get a better view of the landscape. White sand meeting the aqua-hued ocean, with sea gulls soaring high in the sky. He wasn’t completely alone though, as he saw a few people lounging on the beach. He turned around and saw the resort in full view.

As he walked through the entrance, concierge immediately greeted him, “thank you for staying at the Grand Wailea, Mr. Kyoraku! Your assistant, Ms. Ise, had requested us to give you this.” The clerk handed Kyoraku a bottle of the rum he had been thinking about.

“My, my, she’s full of surprises, isn’t she.” He laughed, thanking them. Another staff attendant escorted Kyoraku to his suite, that had an immaculate view of the ocean, and his own private infinity pool. As if on cue, his phone linking to Soul Society, rang.

“Hello” Kyoraku answered in a chipper tone.

“Captain, I’m assuming you made it to your suite without any problems?” Nanao asked.

“Yes, yes, Nanao-chan. I—”

But before he could get a word in, Nanao interjected, “I booked your suite for 10 days and 10 nights. Please enjoy yourself sir. Also, the suite I booked you in has spa and massage services. I request you use them.” She said in a pointed tone.

Kyoraku let out a sheepish chuckle, “of course, Nanao-chan. But thank you for preparing this.”

Nanao was silent on the other end, “… you’re welcome. Enjoy your trip, sir.” And she disconnected the call.

Throwing his phone on the bed, Kyoraku looked around his suite and noticed that there was a suitcase in the corner already. Knowing Nanao, she had packed away suitable attire for him, enough for his entire stay and then some. He walked over to window in the bedroom and opened, the sea breeze filling the room.

A loud yawn escaped Kyoraku, as he plopped himself on his bed, letting the breeze and ocean waves lull him to sleep.

Kyoraku was thoroughly enjoying his stay at the resort. Nanao had booked him a rum-tasting tour, suggest a visit to the nearby casino, and other activities to fill his time. But currently, as he lounged under his umbrella on the beach, he was appreciating the view.

But not of the beautiful beach and ocean, but one that called to his baser instincts, the beautiful women in swimsuits. His eyes peered over everyone, before placing his hat on his face. With the heat of the sun, the lulling sound of the ocean waves and the sea breeze, Kyoraku fell asleep on his towel.

Until he heard a familiar laugh. His face twitched at the sound, then he heard familiar voice. He lifted his hat and looked around the beach, where he saw you.

You were with your friends, laughing, smiling and enjoying yourselves at the beach. Kyoraku smiled to himself as he looked over your swimsuit, it complimented your body beautifully. You wore a wide-brim sun hat and sunglasses as you and your friends chatted away. Your smile was as radiant as ever, Kyoraku couldn’t help but smile when he saw it.

But he didn’t want to intrude on your own vacation, so he fell back asleep.

Kyoraku jolted up, unsure of how long he napped for. Was it for a few hours? A few minutes? He couldn’t tell, the sun was still shining as bright as ever, but he looked around and saw you alone, reading something.

Kyoraku cranked out the kinks in his neck and back as he walked over to you. You didn’t notice him at all.

“What are you reading, dear?” Kyoraku inquired, smiling as he saw you jump at his voice.

“Oh Shunsui! You scared me!” You looked at him in surprise. “Come, sit with me! My friends went back to their rooms.” You smiled at him, patting down a spot next to you. Shunsui lowered himself and you gave a slight blush, remembering how much larger he was compared to you. “What brings you here?” You inquire, hoping to distract yourself.

Shunsui gave you a lazy smile, “my assistants thought I needed a vacation, so to my surprise, they booked me here.”

“That’s very kind of them to do that! It’s not easy to book a room here.” You said, a pout forming on your lips.

“Is that envy I hear in your voice, my dove.” Shunsui teased. He snickered as he brought his face close to yours.

You huffed, “no! I’m just saying, you have kind assistants, that’s all.”

“Whatever you say, dear.” Shunsui laughed, kissing you on the lips.

You kissed him back, much to your surprise. It had been months since you last saw each other, and as frustrating as it was for you, you were relieved to see him. You felt the familiar ache growing between your thighs as Shunsui pulled away.

“How long are staying for?” Shunsui asked, brushing his lips on your forehead. He pulled you closer to his side.

“I leave in 2 days.” You sigh, looking back to the ocean. “How about you?”

“Another week.”

You frowned again, “that must be nice.” You huffed again.

“How long were you on vacation for?” Shunsui asked, stealing another kiss from your lips.

“I’m only here for four days…” you sigh, leaning into his body.

“Then why don’t you stay with me?” He asked, grinning as he saw your face drop with shock.

“Oh, I couldn’t!” You gasped, “I’d have to rebook my flight and everything, and I wouldn’t be able to cover my share of your room.”

“It’s on me, petal.” Shunsui said, cupping your chin, forcing you to look at him as he gave you a lazy smile. “I haven’t seen you in a while, and my suite is too big for just one person,” he chuckled. “And I’ll cover your flight. It’s the least I can do.”

You bit your cheek, he has a whole suite? You thought to yourself. Now you were trying to find a reason to say no. It’s not like you and your friends were flying out together… they were leaving tomorrow anyways.

“I also have a few tours and sight-seeing activities planned. But I do better with some company.” Shunsui teased, as if to sway you to stay. “Well… in that case, I guess it can’t be helped!” You said sarcastically, “someone has to make sure you attend your tours” you said, before kissing him again.

You fell on to Shunsui’s, well now your, bed, letting out a loud sigh after a busy day. You and Shunsui had swam and enjoyed the ocean waves, before you invited him to dinner with your friends. Your friends took him in stride, as you introduced him as a client, and surprisingly, Shunsui toned down his flirting in front of them. Your friends didn’t question anything, and as a token of his gratitude, Shunsui paid for the entire group’s meal.

But once dinner was over, you pretended to say goodbye to him and head back to your room… then sneaked away and move some of your things into Shunsui’s suite.

“I’m jealous, Shunsui! This suite is beautiful.” You said out loud, staring out the window. The moon was full and bright, shining into his infinity pool.

“Thank you,” Shunsui laughed, unbuttoning his dress shirt, “but that goes to my assistant. She planned my entire trip.”

“I see, she knows you very well.” You said, curiosity filling your voice.

“I suppose she does, she’s known me for most of her life.” Shunsui said calmly, entering the bedroom. “She is my niece after all. But enough about her, what have you been up to, petal? Did you miss me?” Shunsui said, standing over you.

Your heart skipped a beat as he stared down at you. His hair was down, covering the faded scar of his mysterious injury. His eyepatch was also gone, as his one eye leered at you. His muscular chest, covered with the familiar thatch of chest hair trailing down to his unfastened pants, his belt gone. Without realizing, you licked your lips as you saw a faint hint of a bulge under his trousers.

You looked at his face, lifting the skirt of your dress up. Shunsui’s eye widened at the sight. You weren’t wearing anything under your skirt. “Naughty girl, where are your manners?” Shunsui teased, as he nestled himself between your legs.

You stuck out your tongue and made a face, “I was hoping me and you could sneak out during dinner.” You teased, rubbing your already wet pussy.

Shunsui clicked his tongue, “I’m sorry to disappoint you, petal. I have something to make up for it.” He answered, giving you a devious smirk. He laid down next to you, “take off your dress and come here.” He said, pointing to his face. Your eyes widened, but you didn’t hesitate at all.

Your thighs straddled the sides of Shunsui’s head as he grabbed on to your hips. He lifted you with easy as you felt his nose brush against your clit, earning a loud moan from you. Then you felt his expert tongue swipe at your folds, lapping up your juices from your dripping cunt.

You didn’t hide your voice, letting your moans and cries out freely as Shunsui continued  his feast on you. You were grateful for his strength; his hands were a vice grip on your hips as you thrashed above him.

“Shunsui, I’m- I’m” you shrieked, as your hips bucked above him. Your legs tensed up and you let out the loudest scream you could recall, your vision turning white from the pleasure Shunsui had given you. Your body then slumped in his hands, before you were pulled away from Shunsui’s face.

“My, my,” Shunsui drawled. You whined from the sudden loss, before staring at his face, clear liquid covering him.

“Oh my god!” You exclaimed. “I’m so sorry, Shunsui!” You yelped.

Shunsui laughed, “oh no apologies, kitten. Is this the first time you’ve squirted?”

You felt your face grow hot, but you nodded your head.

Shunsui gave a lazy smirk, before kissing your inner thighs, “it’s better than any dessert I could ask for.”

“Do you want seconds?” You teased, as you snuck your hand between your thighs, feeling how wet you were. You trembled at the sensation, but Shunsui was staring at you intensely.

“I’d love seconds, but face the other way this time, dear.” Shunsui asked, as you maneuvered yourself in the opposite side.

You were facing his legs, and saw his erection under his pants. But before you could grab his cock, you felt Shunsui slip his tongue between your folds again, wrapping his lips on your clit. You arched your back from the feeling, but were determined to make him feel good too.

Without hesitation, you pulled out his thick shaft, dribbling with precum. Shunsui repositioned himself to make it easier for you to swallow his cock. You groaned at the sensation of having your pussy licked, with your mouth stuffed with his cock. Shunsui’s hand left your hip and threaded itself in your hair, as he guided you against him.

The two of you were ravenous for each other, as if trying to see who would cum first. You moaned around his cock as Shunsui’s nose bumped into your clit, his tongue greedily licking the juices off your lips.

You pulled your mouth off his cock and turned your head. Shunsui pulled himself away from you and slapped your ass, “good girl.” He smiled as you ran your tongue over his cock, wanting more of him. He watched you bob your head up and down his shaft, your moans sending wonderful sensations to his cock. He then buried his face back into your pussy. This was the vacation I needed, he thought, smiling into you, thinking of all the ways he would find himself between your legs for the rest of the trip. Maybe she should try some of that rum... he thought, as you twitched above him, another orgasm rolling through your body.

The title of this on AO3 is "The Slang Word P(*)ssy Rolls Off The Tongue With Far Better Ease Than The Proper Word Vagina. Do You Agree?" by André 3000. I felt it was super fitting for Shunsui and this theme haha! I'll admit, this was a bit of a struggle to write (I didn't have an idea of where I wanted to go with this one), but I ended up finding something to work with. I hope you guys enjoy it, thanks for reading! :)

[midnightactual]

while I'm going on about meta, I've noted before that nobody can detect Yoruichi except Kūkaku. there is one exception... in chapter 153:

Shunsui is able to notice Yoruichi is coming, although he can't tell that it's her specifically

this is notable given that Yamamoto(!), Retsu(!), Jūshirō(!), Byakuya(!), Soifon(!), Chōjirō(!), Nanao(!), Marechiyo, Isane, Sentarō, Kiyone, and Ichigo(!) don't notice her approaching (much like Jūshirō, Byakuya, etc. didn't before, and Aizen, Gin, Kaname, Askin, Yhwach, and so on won't later)

now, we know from CFYOW that flash steps are inherently not stealthy:

The high-speed movement possible through Fullbring enabled control over the reishi dormant in the ground and the power to increase the ability to move itself. Unlike shunpo, it would disturb the surrounding spiritual pressure to a minimal degree and could be said to be similar to sonido in that it was covert and allowed one to take an opponent by surprise.

we also know from Klub Outside that:

2024.10.14 Q685. 瞬歩や響転とはどういった点が違うのでしょうか？特に探査神経をすり抜ける特徴のある響転が気になります。 What are the differences between Shunpo and Sonído? I’m particularly curious about Sonído’s characteristic of bypassing sensory detection. A685. 主に肉体を鍛えて行うのが瞬歩、霊子操作能力を鍛えて行うのが飛廉脚、体内の霊子を「霊子ではないもの」に変換して行うのが響転です。 Shunpo mainly involves training the body, while Hirenkyaku focuses on improving reishi manipulation. Sonído, on the other hand, involves converting the reishi within the body into something "other than reishi."

basically flash steps are almost entirely physical, Hirenkyaku and Fullbringer movement involve manipulating ambient reishi, and Sonido involves manipulating the self

so first of all, you need to bow down and recognize how physically supreme Yoruichi is to be able to make something inherently unstealthy into something (almost) perfectly stealthy. just like you need to bow down and recognize the feat that is crafting and sustaining Shunkō (with no usage limit considerations, unlike Soifon) which is implied to have dire consequences if you mess it up, like DBZ's Kaioken making you explode

Yoruichi is like a 30th Level D&D 3.5 Edition multiclassed Monk with a bunch of ridiculousness out of the Epic Level Handbook

but also this tells you what a badass Shunsui is, to be able to do something nobody else present can do (likewise, what a badass Nanao is to escape his notice in CFYOW, and what a badass Tokinada is to notice her doing it when Shunsui doesn't)

so we should generally understand that Shunsui is something like the Qui-Gon Jinn of Bleach, which is exactly why he becomes Captain-Commander when Yamamoto dies, and why he's the one to lecture Lille on Reikaku in TYBW. among the currently serving Captains of the Gotei 13, and even among its greats like Yamamoto and Retsu, Shunsui had the keenest perception of reiatsu and the clearest mind during hectic situations

(Retsu, probably, has the keenest perception of physical senses given she was aware of something being off with Aizen's fake corpse)

this also more generally clues you into the fact that Bleach is much more rock paper scissors than most shōnen, which the novels go out of their way to emphasize again and again, first in SAFWY:

Shunsui KYÔRAKU is also present. KURUYASHIKI asks him if he could take down a vasto lorde. KYÔRAKU responds it depends on compatibility. He could win against a vasto lorde and lose against a gillian. You never know.

and then in CFYOW:

“Yes, that is exactly how it is. Although it’s only a fraction of them. Are you frightened?” Tokinada queried as though testing her, and Aura shook her head quietly. “No. Kisuke Urahara was, of course, frightening, but if he is considered a top class, powerful individual in the Thirteen Court Guard Companies, then I believe I should be able to deal with the rest.” “Don’t get too conceited now. Kisuke Urahara is certainly a man of infinite counterplans. However, the Seireitei is a den of thieves. Do not forget that even an ordinary soldier may hold a zanpaku-to with a power that would be most disadvantageous to you.” Though he was warning her, Aura could not miss the curiosity that tinted the back of his eyes. If that were to happen, this man would likely laugh about it. This noble who came to praise me for having nearly invincible power would surely sneer at me the moment I displayed shock at meeting a passing soldier who could easily destroy me.

[makomori]

HOUSE CALLS (Shunsui Kyōraku x OC)

Kotetsu Isane has noticed a sadness in her fourth seat's eyes that only seems to grow. Ise Nanao is also concerned about the shadows that have crossed the Captain-Commander's, well, one eye as of late. On a rare night out, both women share their observations and devise a plan to bring joy--and a bit of trouble--to their unsuspecting colleagues.

Cross-posted on Ao3

CHAPTER TWO

ONE | MACHINATIONS (2.4k words)

A/N: After a million years, I'm finally caught up on Bleach!!! This fic's been in my head for a while, so thanks very much for taking the time to check it out. 💖 There's nothing like a bit of messy matchmaking to bring two grieving souls together. 🥹👀🙈

God not only plays dice. He sometimes throws the dice where they cannot be seen. - Stephen Hawking | Does God Play Dice?

It was a universally known fact that Ryotei served the best sake in the Seireitei. And if you were truly fortunate, sake brought straight from the Kuchiki cellars would be available the night you decided to go out drinking.

Ise Nanao hoped it was one of those lucky nights for her.

The last month had been ridiculously busy, as she was overseeing the final details regarding the yearly joint training exercises for the Gotei 13. It was the Soutaicho’s brainchild, one that he proposed shortly after the defeat of the Quincy King--Yhwach. While the divisions did a fine job of training their respective members throughout the year, the Soutaicho determined those skills could be further honed through friendly competition.

The exercises grew so popular in fact, that its unofficial and affectionate name among the Gotei was, ‘The Tournament of Death’.

And what would a tournament be without prizes? Extra funds were given to all the divisions for their overall parcipitation, but everyone vied for the prizes awarded to the shinigami who finished top ten in the knockout rounds. Those prizes included free food and sake at Ryotei, training sessions with the captains, and monthly use of the Fourth’s specialized recovery services for a year. However, this year’s most coveted prize was a month-long vacation to Gunma Prefecture, in the World of the Living. Kusatsu Onsen and Gunma’s natural landscape were a motivating prize for any tired shinigami.

Unsurprisingly, Captain Kenpachi Zaraki was the reigning champion, a title he held since the tournament’s first year. And true to Kenpachi’s name, he ignored the grand prize and instead challenged the Soutaicho to a one-on-one fight every year to see who was the strongest shinigami in the Soul Society. And the sake of everyone in the Soul Society—but mostly for his own safety—the Soutaicho had been successful in dissuading Kenpachi from following through with his idea.

Most of the tournament’s planning fell to the First Division, which meant a healthy amount of stress for the First's co-lieutenants. Thankfully, Nanao and Okikiba quite enjoyed the process, despite the added duties and occasional sleepless nights. And the true reason behind the exercises kept everyone heavily motivated. With the near-destruction of the Three Worlds almost five years past, the Soutaicho made a promise to himself and the souls under his care that the Gotei would be prepared to face another calamity like Yhawach.

The chances of another Yhawach threatening the balance of the worlds was miniscule, but the Soutaicho wasn’t eager to repeat the same mistakes of his former sensei. Long years of peace and obstinate rigidity brought so much destruction to the worlds, and the tournament was one of the many ways he was working to undo the mistakes of solely following tradition. Though, he gave most of the credit to Kurosaki Ichigo, who’s appearance shifted the fabric of Soul Society. But Kyoraku Shunsui was the best candidate to continue pushing that shift, as he never really fit the mold of a model shinigami.

Nanao was more than happy be a part of executing her uncle’s vision for a better Soul Society. It was the least she could do to thank him for protecting her throughout the years. He was a good man, and she was honoured to be his kin. But that duty took a lot out of her today, so she sent another silent prayer to the gods that the elusive Kuchiki sake was on tap when she entered Ryotei.

The restaurant’s warm yellow lanterns were a welcome sight to Nanao's strained eyes, and the throbbing sensation across the back of her head began to ease as she was escorted to an empty table. Ryotei was also famous for its live music, and Nanao found herself humming along with the shamisen player at the front of the restaurant. At this point, she’d settle for any cup of sake and a hot plate of—

“Nanao-chan!!”

Irritation creased the tired lieutenant’s brow at the familiar use of her name, but a smile quickly shaped her lips when she saw Kotetsu Isane beckoning her over to a more private table near the back of the restaurant. Running into a good friend was always a good way to forget a hard day at work. And Nanao knew she’d be out for longer than planned when Isane poured her a cup of sake from a bottle stamped with the Kuchiki emblem.

“Enjoying yourself, Isane-chan?”

“Immensely. I was hoping they’d serve the Kuchiki sake tonight.” The Fourth’s captain gave her friend a toothy smile when she saw her signal the waiter to bring another bottle of the famous brew. “Are you planning on keeping me company?”

Nanao nods, then steadily downs the first cup of sake. “It’s been a while since I’ve gotten anywhere close to drunk. Besides, drinking with you is fun.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” Isane laughed while pouring two more cups. “Cheers to a good night.”

While the sake flows and hot plates of gyoza and takoyaki are devoured, the two women catch up with each other as only good friends could. It seems like no time had passed since their last extended conversation a couple months ago, before planning for the tournament became a priority.

Isane thrived under the mantle of Captain, and greatly enjoyed it even with the added responsibility of caring for an entire division. Nanao half-heartedly complained of her mostly self-imposed workload, but added that sharing the role of co-lieutenant with Okikiba made her life so much easier. While her uncle had become more responsible since accepting the role of Soutaicho, it was only just. At least now she had someone who truly understood the complications that came with trying to keep up with his infamous wandering spirit.

“So, does our Soutaicho even do any paperwork nowadays?” Isane hid her laugh behind a mouthful of ramen when Nanao rolled her eyes.

“I finally got him to come to the barracks twice a week,” Nanao sighed with exasperation. “Even then, he still tries to sneak off when I’m not looking.”

“Can’t say I blame him. It’s hard not to fall asleep when I’m doing my reports.” Isane smiled in contentment while she rested her hands behind her head. “But how is our Soutaicho doing? It’s hard enough being the Captain of one squad—I can’t imagine overseeing thirteen.”

Nanao has never been the type to contribute to the rumour mill, but the Kuchiki sake brought the thoughts she held close to her chest straight to the tip of her tongue. “He’s…tired. And he’ll never tell me that because he knows I’ll worry.” She twirled the cup in her hand gently, hoping to ease the anxious energy crawling up her spine. “But I’ll always be worried about him.”

The worry in Nanao’s voice began to cut through the haze of intoxication that pleasantly clouded Isane’s vision. It was rare for her to be this concerned about the Soutaicho. Isane reached across the table and squeezed her friend’s hand in assurance. “Don’t worry. The Soutaicho’s concerns are safe with me.”

The First’s lieutenant smiled softly. She knew Isane-chan would never say or do anything to compromise their Soutaicho’s reputation. “I suppose tired isn’t the right word. If anything, he’s…sad. He carries his own losses and those of the divisions.”

The lingering clouds of intoxication in Isane’s mind disappeared on her next breath. There had been so much loss on all sides of the war, and trying to pick up the pieces of an old life was a delicate, lengthy process. The most unfair aspect of loss was that it affected everyone differently. There was no timeline for grief, even for shinigami. This was the most difficult aspect of Isane’s role as a Captain, especially since her division’s primary role was healing. But she know all too well that an easy fix wasn't possible for some wounds.

They simply ran too deep.

“I…have the same worries for my fourth seat.”

Nanao’s brow furrowed for a moment. “Konishi-san?”

“Yes,” Isane murmured, rubbing the beginnings of a headache from between her eyes. “Her older twin brothers died during the war. She hides her sorrow well, but that sorrow settles a little deeper in her heart with each passing month.”

Nanao opens her mouth to respond, but then pauses. She’s unsure of what to say, as she herself hasn’t been successful in bringing the more carefree aspects of the Soutaicho’s personality back to the light.

“Azumi-chan buries herself in work,” Isane continues, concern causing her voice to waver. “It’s hard for me not to intervene, because grief is different for everyone.

“Even after grief has run its course, you’re still left with the fragments of the whole you use to be.”

Daunting silence settled between the two women for long moments. For all their talent and strength, they felt powerless to help the people close to them work through burdens sitting heavy on their shoulders. But Nanao was also never one to let apathy crowd her thoughts for long. As she stared at the pristine sake cup in her hand for answers, the spark of a ridiculous idea began to tickle the edges of her mind.

“…How well do the Soutaicho and Konishi-san know each other?”

“They get along very well professionally.” Isane hiccuped before her brow creased in deep concentration. “When Azumi-chan was a nurse, she was the only one who didn’t run away from the Soutaicho when he dropped by for a visit.”

Nanao poured herself another cup of sake and nodded firmly. “Good.”

The Fourth’s captain smile threatened to split her face in two when she finally caught onto Nanao’s idea. “Azumi-chan also used to help prepare Captain Ukitake’s medications. Actually, Unohana trusted her to mix his medications when she wasn’t able to.”

Nanao nodded twice this time, and with aggression. “Why hasn’t she moved up in the Fourth? I hear that her skills and knowledge are rivalling yours.”

“She enjoys the freedom of being fourth seat,” Isane chuckled. “And she runs a travelling clinic in the districts twice a month. Most of her subordinates volunteer at her clinics as well.”

It was a rare for souls living in the Seireitei to show compassion for those living beyond the great wall. Nanao would always be grateful that she wasn’t transferred to the districts after her mother was executed. She only heard stories of the hardships many endured just to find basic necessities; Konishi-san’s clinics were no doubt helping to alleviate some of those pressures. She indeed personified the traits needed to be an effective leader in the Fourth division.

“Most of the women on her mother’s side were midwives,” Isane continued, pride clear in her voice. “So I think she’s planning to expand her clinics to include classes for new parents.”

“Konishi-san is kind,” Nanao murmured in quiet admiration. “Quite rare for a shinigami, wouldn’t you say?”

Isane leaned forward and rested her chin in her hands. Another smile graced her lips, but this time it was one made of pure mischief. “Our Soutaicho is kind, too.”

Nanao sighed and quickly poured more sake for herself and her co-conspirator. Both women quickly gulped the liquid down. What they were about to propose was risky, but the rewards were potentially worth the trouble. For their part, a bit of planning and a few nudges would be enough to get the key players on the board.

“I never took you for a matchmaker, Nanao-chan.” The Fourth’s captain fell prey to a fit of giggles, which ended on a few hiccupps.

“Do you think it’ll work?” Nanao’s teeth worried her bottom lip as the voice of reason tried make itself known.

“Oh, don’t you back down now,” Isane scolded. She filled her friend’s cup to the brim with the strong Kuchiki brew. “Here, have some more sake to clear your mind.”

Nanao gratefully accepted the freshly-filled cup. “I think having someone new in their lives would benefit both the Soutaicho and Konishi-san. Even if it’s just a friend.”

It was Isane’s turn to nod aggressively. “We just have to figure out how they can have some quality time alone. The Fourth’s barracks are out of the question. It’s been chaotic because we’re preparing for the tournament.”

Nanao crossed her arms, hoping the action would spur more ideas into her sake-addled mind. Moments later, her eyes narrowed. “The Soutaicho has mentioned several times that his right eye has been bothering—”

“That could work!” Isane gripped the edges of the table to steady herself. “The next time he mentions it, have him put a request directly to me for treatment. Then, I'll find an excuse to have the request transferred to Azumi-chan. Should she go to the First barracks to treat him?”

Nanao shakes her head quickly. “The risk of someone disturbing them is high. When he’s at the barracks, so many people need his help.”

“Hmm…then have him request a house call. That way, Azumi-chan can treat him without distractions.” Isane smiled triumphantly. “Then they’ll be forced to talk.”

“That won’t be hard. He loves the sound of his own voice.”

“Be nice to your Soutaicho!”

“I am being nice,” Nanao grumbled, trying hard not to roll her eyes. “So nice, in fact, that I’m going through all this trouble to set him up on a date.”

Another fit of giggles took over Isane’s body. “Now that I’m thinking about it, they make a very attractive couple.”

Nanao couldn’t disagree with that. Warmth and beauty radiated from Konishi-san, and the Soutaicho was still one of the most eligible bachelors in the Seireitei, despite his protests. She hoped the healer’s compassionate demeanor would bring some peace to her uncle’s burdened spirit. And that in turn, her uncle’s carefree approach to life would remind the healer that life didn't revolve solely around the losses it handed to her. But they had to approach this carefully.

“Let’s set the rules.”

“I’m listening.”

“These are our friends.” Nanao’s caution earned a sharp look from Isane. “We won't meddle more than necessary. We'll facilitate the introductions, but the rest will be up to them.”

“And we'll limit our questions about how things are progressing to just the facts,” Isane offered, even though she knew it would be excruciating for her not to pester Azumi-chan for details. “But if they want to supply us with more information, even better.”

“Agreed.”

And like all proper deals, the two friends sealed their scheme with a firm handshake. They were (cautiously) optimistic their machinations would benefit both parties.

“Here’s to causing a bit of trouble!” Isane beamed, poured two more cups of sake, then raised her hand for a toast.

Nanao’s head dropped to the table with a groan. She lifted her own cup to Isane’s, the echoing clink truly sealing the deal. “Let’s hope we don’t regret this.”

[whosyourfavevoicedby-polls]

[kaibutsushidousha]

(Post requested by @linkspooky)

In Bleach, Kyouraku's Bankai ability is to cause various phenomena that follow the plot of the rakugo story he's telling, and if the enemy was affected by them, they die at the final act.

The only story we get to see, the one used against Lille, is a Kubo-original that mixes many famous tropes from the lovers suicide genre of rakugo, believed to have been originated from the classic Shinagawa Shinjuu. We don't know if that’s the only story in his repertoire, but even if it isn't, the name Karamatsu Shinjuu suggests all his stories are similar remixes of established lovers suicide rakugo.

I personally don't think the plot of Shinagawa Shinjuu is directly relevant to Kyouraku's story, mainly it's still a comedy despite the dark subject matter, contrary to the tragedies that later gained space in lovers suicide rakugo and have greater tonal influence in the contents of the Bankai, but Link still wants a summary of it regardless, so here it is.

Act 1

Osome is a prostitute at the Shinagawa red light district. Osome decided to die because the younger women of Shinagawa were making fun of her for not being able to get any well-paying jobs. She didn't want to die alone, so she decided to get someone, anyone, who would accompany her to the grave. Choosing from her regulars, she decides to die together with Kinzou, the airheaded man from the rental library. She called Kinzou at the first opportunity and coerced him into consenting to lovers suicide.

Next night, when it's time to commit the act, Kinzou is against cutting his neck with the razor, so they agree to go outside and jump from the pier. Unable to get Kinzou to jump, Osome pushes him before jumping herself. But when she was about to jump, her shopboy arrives to tell her that she made money. Suddenly, Osome's idea of death starts looking really stupid, so she drops everything and returns to her workplace.

Since the beach was shallow, Kinzou survives the fall and goes visit his boss. However, his boss was hosting a gambling event at his house, so when Kinzou knocks, everyone hastily assumes it's an officer and panics. Things calm down when they realize the visitor is Kinzou. The airheaded protagonist praises the bravery of the one gambler who never left his chair during the commotion, and the punchline of the first act is that he didn't notice the "brave man" stayed in place because his legs were paralyzed.

That's the gag many modern tellings end the story on because 1940 censorship forced performers to cut Act 2, but nowadays there are rakugoka who tell the full original version.

Act 2

The next morning, Kinzou tells his boss the full story, and the furious boss takes Kinzou to plan his payback against Osome.

Kinzou visits Osome and spends the day on minorly unpleasant conversation about food and other mundane subjects. A while later, an employee calls Osome telling that a pair of men came to see her. She goes and finds Kinzou's boss and brother, who ask her to pay respects to Kinzou's body before the funeral.

Shocked, Osome tries to explain to the two that Kinzou isn't dead. She takes the boss to the room to see him, but Kinzou is nowhere to be found. Instead, there is a funeral tablet on his seat. The boss threatens her to become a nun or else Kinzou's ghost would kill her, and shaves her head then and there. Then Kinzou appears. As she regrets all, he delivers the story's punchline, a mean-spirited pun I'd translate as "If the con wasn't enough for you, try a convent.

[fortheloveofshunsui]

Shunsui from the new episode of Bleach: TYBW Separation.

[bleachmood]

Shunsui Mood Board

[znsluc]

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[dykeza]

Hjelp me

[brittscafe]

Hi there!

Can I request bleach men finding out along the grape vine that s/o likes them. But like add some spice ✨ by this I mean, maybe the men can over hear s/o thirsting for them. Or anything else, please be free to do anything.

Characters (in order of importance): Byakuya, Shunsui, ichigo, Jushiro, Toshiro.

(If this is too many please remove characters starting from the back).

hiiii! ohhh?? spice??? My fav, ofc <3 <3 I loveddd writing all of these for each character, but I think my fav was Shunsui's!! Let me know your fav <3

Byakuya: He's heard plenty of rumors before and he's never really believed them. He's not one to care for rumors, nor believe them. But, he has heard a lot of rumors in the Soul Society that peak his interest.

It takes a lot to catch Byakuya's attention and certainly have. He plans on catching your attention in a bold way.

You're walking along the dirt road of the soul society, the sun beaming down on your face. Byakuya's standing the corner, eyes on you.

He loves the way that the sun gleams onto your face, heightening your pretty features. Byakuya steps out from the corner and a tiny gasp escapes your chest as he pops out from nowhere.

He towers over you with his tall, slender figure.

"Y/n, come here," he beckons you with a deep voice and your heart drops down to your feet.

"Um...ok," you mumble out, following him back to his estate. The cherry blossoms are flowing around in the air, so soft and light. Your eyes are stuck on them, almost trapped in a trance.

"I think of you like a blossom petal. Delicate and so pretty," his voice is soft and romantic.

Who knew Byakuya could be such a romantic?

Your eyes widen as he reaches out and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. God, you're falling in love with him.

"What?" you blurt out, furrowing your eyebrows together. Why is he all of sudden talking to you like this? It doesn't make any sense.

"I've heard you speak of the cherry blossoms in my estate. I've also heard you say how you would like to rip off my ropes and kiss me from bottom to top," his voice is stern, but has a hint of amusement in it.

Your eyes widen and your stomach twists into uneasy knots. Your knees feel like they're gonna buckle underneath you. Face planting in front of Byakuya would be 10 times less embarrassing right now.

"Oh my god! I didn't think you would ever catch wind of that. I am so embarrassed!" you raise your voice, hiding your face in the palm of your hands.

Byakuya lets out a tiny chuckle, it's so quiet you wouldn't have noticed it if there was a cricket chirping.

"How about I take you out first? I suggest a date first, then we could get the tearing off my ropes later. After all...I am a gentleman."

There is no way Byakuya Kuchiki is suggesting that the two of you go on a date right now.

You slowly lift your head up from your hands, embarrassment written all over your face. Byakuya gazes into your eyes and you're finding it hard to even speak.

Your palms are sweaty, but your body is excited. Your heart is thudding, but it's ecstatic with joy.

"Ok," is all you can whisper out. Byakuya nods his head and starts to walk away.

You stand there, dazed, confused, but happy. You now have a date with Captain Kuchiki.

Shunsui: You're sitting beside your friend in the bar, gushing about Shunsui, not realizing that he had walked in and taken a seat right beside you and was listening you gush about him.

"I mean, come on, who doesn't like Captain Kyoraku? Have you seen how big his muscles are?!" you giggle out, throwing your head back and your friend's eyes widen at the figure behind you.

"So...you like my muscles then?" a familiar, raspy voice speaks up from behind you. You don't even notice that Shunsui nudges your shoulder as he speaks to you as your heart sinks down into your feet.

Your eyes widen and you stare at your friend in total awe. You slowly turn to face Shunsui, palms sweaty as you try to only imagine what is going to happen next.

Shunsui wears a playfully grin across his face, white teeth winking at you. Your face heats up and you slowly bring your hands up to your face, covering it with pure embarrassment.

Shunsui chuckles lightly and slowly reaches out to you. He can't help feeling so attracted to you, eyes glistening in the bar setting. His large hand grabs both of yours, causing your body to tingle.

He gently pulls your hands away from your face, not letting go of them. Your eyes meet his and Shunsui cups your cheek with his other hand.

You furrow your eyebrows for a minute, not having enough time to react to anything. Shunsui pulls your face towards his, closing his eyes and pressing his lips against yours.

A gasp leaves your friends lips, loud enough to echo throughout the whole bar.

Your heart pounds against your chest as his lips melt into yours. You can feel his beard against your chin and mouth, tickling it. Shunsui slowly pulls away from your lips and opens his eyes, glancing up at you.

His gaze is hot, making you feel like your body is on fire. He smiles widely before standing up and walking out of the bar. You can hear your friend giggling behind you.

"What just happened?" you mumble out, pressing a finger to burning lips, seeming to want more...

Ichigo: School is full of gossip and rumors traveling along the grapevine. It's hard to tell what rumor is a lie or the truth these days at Karakura high.

Ichigo likes to learn about all the new gossip, but he will never comment on anything like that. He likes to stand in the corner, arms crossed and leaning against the wall as he takes in all the new information.

"I mean didn't you hear that y/n likes Ichigo?" a girl scoffs out. He cocks an eyebrow with interest, tuning into the new gossip session.

"Please, like they would ever have a chance with him," another girl rolls her eyes with annoyance.

That smug smirk on his face slowly fades into a face of shock. His eyebrows are furrowed and he wishes he could sink into the wall he's leaning against.

He slowly brings his hand up to his jaw, rubbing it. Ichigo thinks you're so sweet, nice, and genuine. You always help him when he's behind on work and you're super cute, honestly his heart tinges a little for you.

Ichigo glances out into the hallway and there you are, walking down the hallway, heading to the group of girls.

What horrible timing.

You're staying close to the wall, trying to avoid the rather large crowd of girls by the lockers.

"Hey Y/n! Isn't it true that you like Kurosaki?" a girl calls out to you and your stomach twists into knots. You glance over at her, at a lost for words.

"Oh, come on! Just tell the truth, it doesn't matter anyways. It's not like you have a chance with him," a girl comments, glaring you up and down.

You're taken aback by their mean words and demeanor. It strikes you in the heart and your throat starts to become raspy and burn a bit, tears welling up in your eyes.

Ichigo breath hitches in his throat as he watches your face drop. He hated seeing that.

"Oh my god, there is no way. They're crying about it," a girl giggles out and the rest of the girls break out into laughter. You sink down into your figure and start to rush off.

Ichigo pushes himself off the wall and steps in front of you, blocking your path. You gaze up at him, teary eyed and cheeks burning.

The group of girls are staring at Ichigo and you. He wants them to see this. It's gonna be burned in their little minds.

Ichigo's hand grab onto your waist and pull you closer. Suddenly, he dips his head down and captures your lips with his. Your eyes widen and scan Ichigo's face as his warm lips are pressed against yours.

Your body relaxes and you lean into his touch, closing your gasp. You hear the group of girls gasp loudly behind you and start whispering, but you could care less about them right now.

Ichigo slowly pulls away from the kiss, the two of you opening your eyes and meeting each other's gaze.

"Come on," Ichigo gestures with his head, holding out his hand for you to grab. You glance down at his hand then back at the girls, standing there in utter shock.

Your lips are warm and tingling from the kiss. You gaze back at Ichigo and take his hand, allowing him to take you away.

Jushiro: He's one to soak in all the new gossip spreading around the Soul Society. Never speaking up, just smiling politely and nodding his head, retaining all the information in his head.

Although, there's one rumor that catches his attention. He raises his eyebrows with interest as he hears that you might have a crush on him.

"Wait, what? How did you come across this information?" Jushiro steps into the conversation. Rangiku laughs a little bit, throwing her head back.

"Well, she told me, Captain. All of us know, right, Hanataro?" Rangiku asks, nudging his shoulder. Hanatora's eyes widen and he gulps, glancing over at you behind his shoulder.

"It is true, Captain Ukitake. In fact, if you want to ask y/n, they are right behind us," he gulps out, lowering his head with shame. Rangiku snaps her head over to you standing behind them, a dazed look across your face.

"Oh my gosh, y/n! I am so sorry, but I think I hear Captain Hitsugaya calling my name. Gotta go, bye!" Rangiku quickly takes off with Hanatora scrambling behind her.

You stare at Jushiro, heart racing against your chest. Now, he knows everything. It's like you're standing naked right in front of him, with no where to run.

Jushiro clears his throat and smiles warmly at you. You're surprised at his actions, thinking he would act indifferent to you.

"You shouldn't really listen to them spreading rumors around like that," he plays it off, crossing his arms and slowly walking up to you.

You gulp and slowly nod your head. "Yeah, I know," you lower your gaze to the ground, slightly embarrassed of the events that just happened.

Jushiro steps closer to you, reaching out his hand and cupping your face. Your eyes widen and your heart skips a beat. You slowly lift your gaze from the ground up into Jushiro's soft eyes.

Your body is getting warmer as his hand rests on your cheek, thumb caressing your skin. He shoots you a warm smile and then tilts his head.

"See you around, y/n," his voice is husk and gentle. His hand falls back down to his side and he walks past you, cologne whisking in the air as you're left in shock.

Toshiro: You're helping Rangiku out with some paperowrk that Captain Hitsugaya assigned her. You scribble with the pen on the paper, putting it into another pile.

"Gosh, Captain Hitsugaya is so lame for making me do all this paperwork," Rangiku complains, hunching over in her seat.

"What? I think Captain Hitsugaya is super cool! He's really sweet when you get to know him," you shrug your shoulders.

"Trust me, he's super boring and strict. Makes me do paperwork all day," Rangiku groans out, rolling her eyes with annoyance.

"Come on, Rangiku. He can't be that bad. He's a really good person with a good soul," you comment and Rangiku leans in closer, narrowing her eyes.

"Sounds like someone has a crush," she giggles out and your eyes widen.

"What?! No way!" you reply back, raising your voice slightly. She leans back in the chair and has a smug smirk on her face.

"Sureeee," she chuckles out, shaking her head in disbelief. You scoff and chew on your bottom lip.

"Maybe just a little," you admit.

"Whatever. Moral of the story is that Toshiro is super lame for this," she sighs out.

"Now, Rangiku, I don't think that's quite true," Toshiro's voice rings out and Rangiku's head perks up. She chuckles nervously and pushes the chair back.

"I have to leave now, but good luck!" she quickly scrambles off, leaving you and Toshiro. You turn your head and see Toshiro walking towards you.

"Guess you heard her call you lame, huh?" you ask, letting out a tiny chuckle as Toshiro sits down across from you. He nods his head, a slight smile on his face.

"Sure did. Also heard everything else the two of you were discussing, but no worries. I also think you're super cool," Toshiro speaks with a hoarse voice.

You lift your eyes up from the paperwork and across the desk at Toshiro, gulping. Your heart flatters as his foot gentle taps yours and he smiles at you.

You clear your throat and nod your head, resuming the paperwork as Toshiro keeps you company.

Captain Hitsugaya thinks it's very cute that you have a crush on him.

[rukiadriedhisrain]

Someone may owe you or you owe someone. But the moment you start a war…you're both evil.

happy Birthday to Shunshui Kyoraku! ⚔️🌸 [7.11]

[owarinaki]

Bleach TYBW Special Ending

[makomori]

HOUSE CALLS (Shunsui Kyōraku x OC)

Kotetsu Isane has noticed a sadness in her fourth seat's eyes that only seems to grow. Ise Nanao is also concerned about the shadows that have crossed the Captain-Commander's, well, one eye as of late. On a rare night out, both women share their observations and devise a plan to bring joy—and a bit of trouble—to their unsuspecting colleagues.

Cross-posted on Ao3

CHAPTER ONE

TWO | INITIATIONS (3.3k words)

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Konishi Azumi's plans to catch up on sleep are interrupted when Captain Kotetsu tasks her with treating the Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13. And her arrival causes quite the stir at the Kyoraku manor.

And here’s the strange thing—your life could end up changing while you’re dancing through [life]. - Dancing Through life | Wicked

Yawning is the involuntary act of opening the mouth wide and taking a deep breath, followed by a rapid exhalation.

Or so Konishi Azumi reminded herself while another deep yawn left her body. Fortunately, there was no one around to comment on the impolite gesture. However, the yawns couldn’t be helped. Her clinic ran longer than expected last night because she and her team dealt with an outbreak in District 10 of the West Rukongai, one that was targeting the lungs of children under ten. Their efforts weren’t in vain, as they stabilized all twelve patients in their care.

It was just past three in the morning when she finally arrived at the Fourth’s barracks and drifted off to sleep. But not five hours later, she was awakened by an apologetic Captain Isane. She tasked Azumi with assessing and treating the Soutaicho himself—Kyoraku Shunsui. Duty flushed most of the fatigue from her body as she rose and swiftly gathered her equipment. However, the occasional yawn reminded her of the long night at the successful, but demanding clinic.

The walk to the First Division’s barracks would be peaceful and scenic, which would give Azumi extra time to review the request her captain marked as urgent. Captain Kyoraku was experiencing pain and visual hallucinations in the eye he lost during the battle with the Wandenreich. Both symptoms were indicative of phantom eye syndrome.

She treated many patients in the districts with missing limbs, and some were more sensitive to phantom pains than others. What a terrifying thing to experience—feeling sensations from a part of your body that was no longer there. The Soutaicho’s case was complicated because of the injury’s close proximity to the brain. The optic nerve behind the eye was quite delicate, even with an eye in place to protect it. In spite of the numerous things she knew about the body, she was still in awe of how it functioned altogether.

But it was strange the Soutaicho didn’t take a trip down to the Fourth for treatment; he was notoriously fond of the nursing unit. Shinigami were no strangers to pain, so Azumi surmised that he wouldn’t send a request like this unless he was close to—or in—agony. Only an advanced healer would be able to treat his symptoms effectively. If the healer wasn’t skilled enough, they could easily drain their own reiryoku and cause further injury to their patient.

Azumi was actually supposed to join the Kotetsu sisters in the afternoon for a training session between the Thirteenth and Sixth Divisions, in preparation for the upcoming Tournament of Death. Captain Isane explained the Soutaicho asked for her personally, but the timing was unfortunate. She had been experimenting with several new kaido spells the night before, so her reiryoku levels were significantly depleted. And her sister was in the same predicament, as they had been training together.

Azumi had learned how to replenish her reiryoku quickly to keep up with the demands of her clinics, so helping the Soutaicho was still within her abilities. She also trained herself to be ready to take over for her volunteers at a moment’s notice. The clinics often ran smoothly, but the potential for emergencies was always present. This wasn’t the first time Captain Isane tasked her with a request personally, but she would always be honoured that her skills were considered more than enough to help, especially with a patient as important as the Soutaicho.

How long had it been since she interacted with the Soutaicho himself? Several months, by her recollection, and that last interaction was all-too brief. His responsibilites required the utmost attention. But when he was captain of just the Eighth, he somehow managed to find the time to visit not only his senpai, former Captain Unohana, but the nurses in general.

Most of Azumi’s colleagues did an excellent job of avoiding Captain Kyoraku’s determined affection, but she liked that he brought a bit of extra chaos to the barracks. Working at the Fourth came with a certain level of stress, so she could always look forward to levity when he visited. Often, she was the only one left standing after everyone else scattered. She was the compassionate ear to his sorrow at being ignored.

Captain Kyoraku, ironically, worked hard to cultivate his carefree and arguably lazy demeanor, but Azumi learned quickly that his true character was quite the opposite. The conversations she had with him were always enjoyable, a skill he no doubt perfected in his millennium of living. He made it a point to ask sincere questions about her work and abilities, and often provided encouragement about chasing after Captain Unohana’s title as the Soul Society’s best healer. While she had doubts about coming anywhere close to that level, it felt good to have the support of such a renowned captain.

The Soutaichio’s mastery of conversation also meant that Azumi became very familiar with his infamous charm. He effortlessly wove in open invitations for her to join the Eighth if she so desired, and teased that life in his division would be considerably less stressful than life at the Fourth. That charm naturally lead to flirting, which she was happy to reciprocate. In addition to being tall and ridiculously handsome, several rumours said Captain Kyoraku was generous with his lovers emotionally and financially. And the fact that he came from a highly ranked—and respected—family was a pleasant bonus.

Being pursued romantically by him was highly unlikely—she hailed from a family who possessed neither great influence or affluence—so Azumi concluded that indulging in his attention every now and then was harmless. It was clear that he had deep respect and admiration for women. She secretly laughed at her colleagues for avoiding him because they unknowingly deprived themselves of exceptional company. Sadly, Captain Kyoraku’s visits were never long, as Ise-san possessed the uncanny ability of being able to track him down no matter how hard he tried to run from her.

Azumi could confirm the rumour of the Soutaicho’s financial generosity, as she was the recipient of it herself. Not long after she began to assist with Captain Ukitake’s medications, monthy donations addressed to her and her team were made by an anonymous benefactor. And it was those donations that allowed her to start offering free clinics in the Rukongai.

She always suspected the donations were Captain Kyoraku’s way of saying thank you for helping to ease his best friend’s suffering. Protocol didn’t provide the luxury of naming himself as the donor, because such an admission would likely cause unnecessary talk of favouritism among the divisions. Azumi understood that all too well, as her family navigated that same protocol over the centuries in order to move from the districts to a modest estate in the Seireitei. Still, she’d always wanted to thank the Soutaicho for his generosity, and hoped to do so after healing him.

Azumi found herself at the First’s entrance a short time later, and the massive gates opened with an imposing rumble. She grinned, knowing all the posturing wasn’t the Soutaicho’s style, but alas, certain traditions had to be upheld at the oldest and most prestigious division. The barracks were large, but thankfully the office was near the entrance. Normally, the captains would be with reviewing the day’s agenda with their lieutenants at this hour of the morning, but she was greeted by only Okikiba-san and Ise-san when she walked through the office doors.

“Good morning,” Azumi greeted with a bow. “I’m here to see the Soutaicho. Captain Kotetsu sent me in her stead, along with her apologies; she’s incapacitated this morning.”

“Thank you for coming so quickly, Konishi-san.” Ise-san answered, worry creasing her brow. “But the Soutaicho is at his manor…not the barracks.”

When realization struck, Azumi quickly re-read the letter given to her by Captain Kotetsu. And there, written near the top of the page in strong black ink—The Soutaicho has requested a house call at his manor. In her haste to leave, she misread the letter and assumed he would be at the barracks. How could she not think to review the letter on the way here? She must have been more tired than—

Ise-san’s soothing voice fortunately broke the stream of rushed thoughts. “It’s all right.” She squeezed the worried healer’s shoulders gently. “Isane-chan said you had a busy night at one of your clinics. Please forgive the Soutaicho. His requests always have the worst timing.”

Azumi grinned and shook her head. Indeed, what were the odds that on the morning he requested a house call, both she and her captain would be recovering from long nights? “I could never blame a patient.”

“Feel free to give him a hard time,” Nanao-san chuckled. “I can escort you to the manor.”

“Oh, please don’t feel obliged! You must have so much work to do for the tournament next month.” Azumi bowed again in thanks. “I’ll send my report to you and Captain Kotetsu as soon as I can.”

Nanao thought about arguing, but then realized Azumi was unfortunately correct. She tried to to hide her smile as the healer departed. The plan was finally set in motion. Konishi-san had a sweet disposition; just what her uncle needed—

“You chose well for the Soutaicho.”

The younger lieutenant’s head whipped over to her counterpart, who was efficiently working on two reports at once. Her eyes narrowed. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about, Okikiba-san.”

“Give me some credit, my dear. Matters of the heart at easy to spot for an old man like myself.” The older lieutenant offered a knowing smile of his own.

Nanao sighed, unable to deny the allegations. There was a reason they worked so well together—his observational skills were sharper than hers.

“Let’s hope my uncle doesn’t do anything to scare her away.”

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Like all shinigami, the Soutaicho’s reiatsu was unique. And he could use it as overwhelming advantage when deemed necessary. Which is why Azumi grew more and more worried as she neared the Kyoraku estate. His reiatsu became increasingly agitated, and she knew it was because of the pain caused by his injury.

Azumi also made a mental note about improving her shunpo. Mastering that skill meant she could get to a patient faster, and shorten the time in which they had to suffer. The mistake she made today caused the Soutaicho to be in pain longer than needed—a mistake she wouldn't make again. In the meantime, her pace quickened. There would be plenty of time to scold herself later.

She arrived at the Kyoraku estate only slightly out of breath, and bowed deeply to the man anxiously waiting for her at the front gate. “I’m here to see the Soutaicho; please forgive my tardiness.”

The older man, tall and elegant in stature, returned the gesture. “I’m so relieved you’re here, Konishi-san. Sawamura Teppei, at your service.” He gently placed a hand on her back and guided her toward the impressive manor. “Shunsui-sama was in pain for most of the night. But he refused to say anything about his condition until this morning. And he also refused to rest like I suggested.”

Azumi almost laughed at the exasperation in his tone; he spoke of the Soutachio like he was a child. “Has he always been stubborn?”

Sawamura sighed in resignation. “Ever since he was born, it seems. And I fear it’s a habit he’s not keen to break.”

The thought of the Soutaicho as a child caused Azumi to smile. He was no doubt a troublemaker. “At least that stubbornness helped in saving the Soul Society.”

“That’s the only reason I haven’t given him too much grief over it,” Sawamura chuckled as he gestured for her to follow him to the veranda that wrapped along the large manor. “But he’s certainly too stubborn for his own good.”

Under normal circumstances, Azumi would have fawned over the carefully maintained gardens that ran along the manor’s perimeter. But now, all her energy was focused on the Soutaicho, who’s reiatsu had grown even more strained than when she first sensed it after leaving the barracks. That only fuelled her determination to help ease his pain.

Moments later, the familiar sounds of combat broke the pleasant silence between herself and Sawamura-san. Once they reached the very back of the manor, he bowed, indicating this was as far as he was permitted to go. “Please do your best to help him, Konishi-san.” His voice held a tremble that was barely kept in check. “He’s suffered much since the war.”

Azumi was suddenly reminded that even the Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13 had limits. Being in such a unique and singular position required a sharp mind and an even stronger heart. It was a lonely title to bear. She swallowed and took Sawamura-san's hands gently in hers. “I promise to take care of him.”

He appeared satisfied with her declaration; tension visibly seeped away from his shoulders. “I’ll be close by should you require anything."

The healer inhaled deeply after the old valet took his leave. The apprehension she felt caused her zanpakuto spirit, Owarinai Yume, to remind her that she needed to harness her fear and use it to help the Soutaicho. That gave her the courage to round the corner and head straight for her next patient. It was time to once again put her abilities to the test.

Even from this distance, Azumi saw how hard the Soutaicho was training to distract himself from the pain of his injury. And she also understood the concern Sawamura-san expressed earlier. He wasn’t moving like a man who was nursing an old wound. As she moved closer, the distinct sound of katanas slicing quickly through the air became much clearer.

The Soutaicho’s famous zanpakuto, Katen Kyokotsu, was still in its shikai form, and the twin blades glinted dangerously as they reflected the sun’s light. Azumi’s eyes widened when she saw that Captain Kyoraku had opted to forego his kosode and shitagi—the garments in question lay discarded on the steps leading to the training grounds. All he wore were the standard black hakama issued to all shinigami.

Azumi told herself that she was only observing him so openly because this was a rare chance to see his skills up close, and not solely because his exquisitely defined upper body was on display in direct sunlight. She was used to seeing bodies in all states of dress and undress, but no hot-blooded woman could look at the display before her and not admire the man just a little bit.

After a brief pause, the Soutaicho started a new kata. His movements were precise and powerful, absolutely fitting of the strongest shinigami in the Soul Society. At some points, Azumi lost track of his position because he would shunpo effortlessly to opppsite ends of the training grounds. The medical side of her brain took keen note of the ridged muscles in his shoulders which flowed seamlessly into his sculpted arms—biceps, triceps, and forearms then connected to large hands that skilfully wielded Katen Kyokotsu like they were a natural part of his body.

She silently laughed at her colleagues again, because their opinions of Captain Kyoraku were sorely misplaced. This kata showcased the countless, unseen hours he poured into his craft. Centuries of dedication and experience resulted in a body and mind perfected for defending the safety of the Three Worlds. And while she was a medical professional, the other side of her brain was content to simply admire the attractive man who was putting on an impressive demonstration of pure physical ability.

Azumi was so enthralled by the Soutaicho’s kata that she nearly missed the subtle shift in his reiatsu. When she blinked, he suddenly turned and sent a strong attack to her exact position. Luckily, her zanpakuto had been paying close attention, so she screamed for her owner to move. On pure instinct, Azumi leap up and to the left, her drawn sword deflecting the brunt of Katen Kyokotsu’s attack.

A loud boom and a strong gust of wind pushed her back when the deflected attack connected with the roof. She braced for the inevitable impact against the hard wood, but in the next moment, firm hands gripped her waist and instantly maneuvered her away from the oncoming aftershock. Strong arms engulfed her body, and she tucked herself into their shielding embrace. Her mysterious protector then grunted as bits of debris landed against their back.

When Azumi opened her eyes, she found herself being tightly held by none other than the Soutaicho. Both of them were breathing hard, and she could only blink stupidly at him as she tried to understand what just happened. Incredible—not only did he shunpo to her position in less time than it took to blink, but he also moved her out of harm’s way just in time.

“Azumi-chan, are you all right??”

The healer nodded automatically as Captain Kyoraku deftly ran his hands along her back and arms to check for injuries. He gripped her shoulders and dipped his head until he was at her level, his remaning good eye quickly assessing her face for any visible cuts. When he found none, he exhaled in relief. “Please forgive me, I didn’t realize you were—”

“I’m fine,” Azumi reassured, even though her heart was still beating rapidly and Owarinai Yume was yelling obscenities because she had dropped her guard significantly. “It was my mistake; I should have announced myself when I arrived.”

He groaned and dragged a hand across his forehead. “Captain Kotetsu would’ve killed me if anything happened to you.”

“Give me a little credit, Soutaicho. We still train regularly at the Fourth.” Azumi wasn’t a small woman, but she still had to stand on her toes to see over his shoulder. Her jaw dropped when she saw that a large chunk of the roof was missing. “You gave me the chance to test my reflexes, at least.”

“I’m glad to hear the Kotetsu sisters aren’t taking it easy on you,” he chuckled.

“Healers can’t rely on other shinigami to come to our rescue all the time.”

The Soutaicho grimaced when he looked back and saw the extent of the roof’s damage. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Only on occasion, then.”

Azumi was momentarily fascinated by the way the sleek muscles of his chest rippled at the simple movement. She gulped—barely a foot of space separated them, and his upper body was still unmistakably bare and damp with sweat from the intensity of his training. The gods and nature really did have their favourites, because the sun shone in a way that brought attention to every ridge and dip of muscle carved into his skin. Goodness, the man didn’t seem to have an ounce of excess weight on him.

“A-and about my visit,” she murmured while taking a step back. “I’m here on behalf of my captain.”

He frowned, confused at her withdrawal, but he then finally noticed his state of undress. “Ah, my apologies. Give me a few minutes to change—”

“Shun! Konishi-san! Are you—What happened to the roof?!”

Both of them looked down to see Sawamura, breathless from running and gaping at the damaged roof. The Soutaicho vanished from her vision and reappeared in front of his valet. “That was my doing, Sawamura.”

The old valet looked like he was about to howl a lecture to the Soutaicho, but he caught himself when he saw Azumi looking at him intently. He cleared his throat instead. “I assume Konishi-san is unharmed?”

“She is.” Captain Kyoraku looked back at her and smiled apologetically. “Please show her to my private zakshiki. I’ll join her for breakfast soon.”

When he shunpoed away, Sawamura-san rubbed his forehead and heaved a sigh. “What am I going to do with that boy?”

Azumi heaved a sigh of her own. This certainly wasn't how she expected this house call to start.

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Fond.

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“Farewell.”

“We’ll meet each other soon.”

— reference: A Room with a View (movie 1985)