NaClO (By invitation, otherwise CLOSED)

[HookerBoots]

By the end of the intermission, more than half the t-shirts were sold and had been tugged over uniforms in the crowd. Rangiku, now mostly dry, was counting money and chortling softly to herself as the crowd milled around, talking quietly in small groups. A lot of the girls seemed to be eying the stage, as though they were wondering what the best way to get behind it would be. Thankfully, there was the sound of feet heading towards the stage again, and even as the crowd surged forward, the band appeared again.

It surprised Isamu to hear the applause that had started when they walked out on stage again. But it was also very gratifying. Even if it was just music, it was something; they liked what he could give them, so far. Maybe more people would start to take his column seriously, and things would . . . . As he and the others waved to the crowd, Isamu shook himself mentally. If it happened, it would be great. But this . . . this was great by itself. "Thanks for sticking around, everyone," he said, slinging the guitar over his shoulder again. "Now, are you ready?"

There was a roar from the crowd, and he grinned wolfishly. "That's what I thought." He signaled to Nemu, who twirled her sticks and tapped out the beat. When the music started, Isamu's grin got bigger, and he picked up the lead guitar, leaning forward to to microphone. "All our times have come, here but now there, and gone. Seasons don't fear the reaper . . . ."

~ ~ ~ ~​

A group of young, female shinigami was standing near the stage, eyes wide as they looked up at the band. One of them, her hair in a long braid down her back sighed softly. "He's so . . . sensitive," she cooed, and the others nodded, eyes never leaving Isamu's face.

"Can anybody find me," the American sang, pausing for a moment as the rest of the band repeated the phrase softly, "somebody to love?" The girls sighed almost as one, and Amaya, who was standing directly behind them, grinned at Isamu.

He smiled at her, and the girls swooned again, misinterpreting his look. "I work," he began, and the rest of the band interjected, "He works hard!" before he went on, "every day of my life, I work til I ache my bones . . . ."

"Better watch out, Amaya-chan," Rukia said from next to the pink-haired girl. She nodded to the gaggle of starry-eyed shinigami. "You might have some competition."

Amaya eyed them for a moment, then laughed. "I think I can hold my own, Rukia-chan. But they do have the advantage of numbers. Maybe my good friend Rukia-chan can help me . . . persuade Isamu-kun that it's quality and not quantity that matters."

"Oh, you've got quantity down," the petite shinigami said, folding her arms over her band shirt, "and dressed like that, I think we all know it."

~ ~ ~ ~​

As the last strains of "Tiny Dancer" trailed off into the night, the group of older men having tea sighed. "At least," the Captain Commander said, pouring another cup of tea for his quests, "they seem to have found some music that won't rattle your eyes in your head." He paused for a moment. "No offense meant, Tousen-taicho."

The dark-skinned captain inclined his head. "It is quite all right, sou-taicho. They are still there, even if they don't work properly." He took his cup of tea from the bearded man and smiled. "That last song was very nice, if perhaps a little more . . . emotional than is my taste."

The huge shape of Komamura nodded. "Indeed. It was . . ." he stopped as the music coming over the air started again.

"Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go-oh, I wanna be sedated!

The group of men went silent, disapproval on the Captain Commander's face. "This is quite disturbing," he said in a low rumble.

 

[Armphid]

In the shadow of the waves of the building nearest the large courtyard where the concert was being held, a short, slender figure watched with hard yet curious eyes. This music was good in one way, it made sneaking around easy. It was also uncouth, anti-authoritarian, and encouraged emotional outpourings and excesses. She'd even found her own toes tapping a time or two tonight, which was an inexcusable lapse in discipline. Which meant she might need to do...that again soon. But this music, what to make of it?

The current song was a perfect example of the problem. Soul Society didn't have a queen, and since the King was God, there was no question as to his saving her, if she existed. But it was still an insult and challenge to the nobility and their authority. But was it truly dangerous?

A memory sprang up in her mind's eye. Her mentor, her idol, her living goddess, shaking her head. "Don't worry, he won't do anything. Besides, it's good for him. We uphold the nobility, but the nobles have a duty too, and if they're not doing it, we should shake 'em up and remind them exactly how it works," came that rich, warm voice that thrilled and tormented her dreams.

Yoruichi-sama would love this music, Soi Fon realized. What did that mean to her and what she should do now? Her eyes fixed on Takeuchi as the song came to a close and he unslung his guitar. He had made this music so open here, though others had brought it back from trips to the human world. He was also responsible, indirectly, for that incident with Captain Unohana. And he was writing those articles in Seireitei Communication, though they had changed their tone somewhat. Yet he had also acted diligently as a shinigami and supported his senior officers unfailingly.

She made the decision in a moment. "Hashina." There was a blur of motion and the named woman knelt behind her, her 12th Seat and a classmate of Takeuchi's. "I'll be taking over the observation of Takeuchi from here on."

The younger woman flinched as if struck and blinked. She opened her mouth to speak and then shut it before bowing her head. "Haa, taichou. I'll have my compiled notes on your desk if the morning." She leaped away then, wondering what she had done to be removed from the assignment.

Soi Fon knew Hashina would be wondering if this was because she'd failed somehow. Let her; it would make her work harder. The lean woman kept her eyes on Takeuchi. She'd made the decision on this one herself. If he was a threat, she'd deal with him personally. If not...she might deal with that too.

~~~~~~~~~​

The next song had started, but as of yet it was all just keyboards; a repeating electronic riff for the moment. "Wh-what's that fool doing?" Rukia's eyes were wide and her face disapproving. "In front of all these people!"

Amaya grinned, "He knows it's a show," she answered. Then she cupped her hands to her mouth and called out, "Yeah, take it off, Takeuchi-kun!"

She saw him turn on stage, now bare chested and holding his shirt in his hands. He spotted her and grinned wolfishly. Then he lifted his shed shirt up over his head, starting to twirl it. The crowd gasped, realizing what he was about to do, and then he threw it out towards Amaya and Rukia.

He picked up his guitar again just as Renji started to play the actual melody, hitting the cue with the others as the rest of the band joined in and then stepped up to the microphone with a grin. "This one goes out to Squad 4, and all those unseated shinigami who don't think anyone notices how much you do."

"Out here in the fields;
I work for my meals.
I put my back into my living!
I don't need to fight;
To prove I'm right.
I don't need to be forgiven!"

~~~~~~~~~​

Yumichika raised a well manicured eyebrow at the man sitting next to him. "You're practically vibrating."

Ikkaku turned his maniac grin on the pretty man, "I can't help it! This song...it makes my blood sing. It makes me want to fight! Right now!"

"What doesn't do that?" The sunglasses wearing Iba's own feet were restlessly stirring as well. "...What's this one called?"

Yumichika looked at the program, "It's called Paranoid. Which is what anyone nearby should be feeling around you two right now. You're really ready to go, aren't you?"

 

[HookerBoots]

Even though they weren't at the concert, Captain Commander Yamamoto and his guests were well aware of when it ended. The applause at the end was almost thunderous, and there was cheering and hooting of a sort that made the Captain Commander blow out his mustache in disapproval. He harumphed, but took a sip of tea as the others peered at the wall separating them from the rest of Soul Society.

"At least it's over with for tonight," Tousen said mildly, folding his hands on his lap. He shook his head slowly, his sightless eyes angled toward the wall. "It seems strange that the youngsters would enjoy it this much."

Komamura rumbled, "The young are often hot-blooded," his voice smiled, even though his face was difficult to read, "and we know that their tastes are often . . . different than our own."

"Mmmm." The Captain Commander seemed underwhelmed at the argument the giant had made. "We'll have to see what happens, I suppose."

~ ~ ~ ~​

The rest of the t-shirts were gone, and there were more than a few people who had left disgruntled because they hadn't bought one. Rangiku had all of the money in a pouch, and was helping the others clean up the little bit of trash that had been left behind while the band packed up their instruments.

Captain Kyouraku was packing his bass away while being scolded by his vice captain. ". . . honestly! I can't believe you went up on stage and . . . made such a spectacle of yourself!" Her face was bright red, and she was clearly being as stern as she could. It was countered by the fact that she was wearing one of the band's t-shirts herself.

With a small smile, the captain turned to her. "I'm sorry if I should have kept my music between the two of us, Nanao-chan!" He closed the case with a snap and picked it up in one hand. "Please, Nanao-chan, don't be upset. I can't help that others love our music!"

She blew out a breath in exasperation, but then turned her eyes to Isamu. "And you, Takeuchi! I have a request." Her head tilted to one side. "The Shinigami Women's Association would like to talk to you about this music, and . . ." it sounded almost like the next words were being drawn out of her by force, "our president would like to see about having some of our members sing."

 

[Armphid]

Isamu couldn't help but grin despite that fact that he felt an inner bolt of panic as Lieutenant Ise's eyes narrowed at the roguish expression on his face. Not that he was afraid of her. But it was so clear that she didn't want any part of this...although she was wearing a t-shirt. And it looked good; she had a nicer figure than he would have expected. Damn shihakusho and the way they concealed curves. "I think we could arrange something, Ise-fukutaicho. A special karaoke style performance for your Association is certainly doable."

She nodded, "Good then. We'll-"

"On one condition." She stopped and her eyes narrowed even further. His grin widened, perhaps partly out of panic, but he just couldn't help it! "I heard you singing at Kuragari-chan's promotion party and you sounded fantastic." Nanao blinked, her eyes widening and her cheeks coloring a bit. "Controlled, strong, smokey alto...we'll do the gig, but you have to sing with us at our next performance. I know some songs you could sing that would set the world on fire." He leaned back against a wall and crosses his arms over his chest, "And you'd have to wear proper clothes for it, of course. What do you say?"

~~~~~~~~~​

"Where's Takeuchi-kun?" Amaya frowned as she looked around the backstage area. It was full of people, all laughing and drinking and carrying on. There were also a few people who were on the verge of doing things that should be rather private. Sweet figured, doll eyed Nemu was perched on Renji's lap as he lifted a bottle of sake to clink against Hisagi's, the scarred assistant captain having an arm around a blushing Kiyone Koutetsu.

"Sorry, Amaya-chan," the relaxed, pleased voice of Captain Kyouraku came from behind Amaya, the pink haired beauty turning her head to see him leaning on the door frame behind her. "Seems my little Nanao hauled him off to make some deal about playing for the Shinigami Women's Association." He chuckled, "She was giving him a bit of a talking to; I think she's warming up to him."

The tall and broad shouldered shinigami looked at the party and smiled, "Little too rowdy for me. I think I might like a more private celebration. Care to join me, Amaya-chan? A few drinks poured by your lovely hands in celebration of our musical victory?"

~~~~~~~~~​

Kira stepped into the dark room, "I thought you wanted to go to the party, Hinamori-chan." The gloomy young fighter had been looking forward to it as well. He drank hard; drink was a place he could lose his doubts and his depression. "Why did we come ba-"

His words were cut off as Momo's t-shirt slapped onto his face. For a moment he didn't move, stunned by the act and its implications. He lifted a hand slowly and pulled it off. "Because," Momo answered, "because after all that...those rhythms and that intensity, all that dancing, all those people, and all the heat..." She was on all fours in the middle of the room, topless, her legs spread and her skirt pushed up to her waist. She looked back at him, her hair down out of her usual bun. "I need you more, Izuru-kun. Right. Fucking. Now."

~~~~~~~~~​

On the edge of the Seireitei, a small shape hopped unnoticed down from the top of the high, high, ridiculously high wall that separated it form Rukongai. The fall should have killed anything; but the small black cat just thumped down as if it had hopped off of a low bookshelf.

"Well," it said to no one, in a deep, masculine voice, "those two are stirring things up a lot, aren't they?" It had been a good idea to keep watch of the ones that had come to the Human World that time. "How will he react, I wonder..."

 

[HookerBoots]

Amaya looked over the room, the people paired off in couples and small groups; Rangiku holding court in one corner, where a group of enthralled young men were staring at her hopelessly; she smiled and waved at Renji, Hisagi, Nemu, and Kiyone. She looked back at the casual captain behind her, her mind whirring. Unless she was terribly mistaken, she knew what would happen: The same thing that happened after all rock concerts, when one of the band took a young woman someplace private, according to Isamu and Rangiku.

If Isamu had been there, it would have been no contest. But he had gone off talking with Ise-fukutaicho, and they were trying to keep it very secret in public. "That would be very nice, Kyouraku-taicho," she said, smiling at him.

His face broke into a grin and he clapped his hands together. "Wonderful! We'll go someplace nice and quiet, and celebrate!" He held his hand out to her, and as she moved to take it, she caught Rangiku from the corner of one eye - the busty woman was giving her a thumb's-up and grinning. Amaya rolled her eyes as the captain of Squad 8 led her from the room.

~ ~ ~ ~​

"Unh! Yes, Izuru-kun!" Momo was panting, her hair hanging over her face as her body rocked forward. "What I needed!"

Behind her, thrusting into the petite shinigami, Kira moaned and let his hands roam over her body again. "Hai, Momo-chan! You feel . . . fuck, so good around me!" Every time he was with her, it amazed him that she felt so good, that she wanted him. But times like this were even more incredible; the amount of need, the . . . the sluttiness of it was thrilling, coming from sweet, reserved Momo.

She looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes glowing with pleasure and want. "Please, Izuru-kun, do me harder!"

~ ~ ~ ~​

"Please, have a seat." Nanao gestured to the table in the middle of the room. She'd brought him to the Women's Shinigami Association room, letting him see the space where they would possibly be performing for the karaoke-style show. "Takeuchi-san, you may be a bad influence on the captain," she said as she sank down onto one of the cushions around the table, "but at least he hasn't been loafing as much as he usually does. This band of yours has him very fired up."

 

[Armphid]

Isamu sat down on a cushion across the table from the slender and delicate looking Nanao. Part of him was a little aggravated at being here; he'd wanted to grab Amaya and take her back to his place, show her what a rock band did after a show. But now he was here, with a very pretty, striking woman who was trying to make this into some kind of business meeting.

She'd scolded him a little on the way back about making comments about a higher officer and so on. He almost understood why Kyouraku-taichou went out of his way to annoy her now; it had been kind of fun. Her eyes flashing at him, that rich alto voice ringing out so clearly. She had a great voice and an excellent command of language. And seeing her fired up when she was so composed normally had been a blast.

A little scary, sure. He had come to the firm conclusion that he didn't want to be on her bad side.

Even with that, he couldn't help grinning at her, "Firing people up is what it's all about, Ise-fukutaichou. The captains, the officers, the lower shinigami, everyone we can reach." He let his gaze drift down to the t-shirt that the officious lieutenant was wearing. "Looks like you got a little fired up too."

Nanao blushed a bit and tried to look disdainful, "It's just...I always encourage new art and music, that's all."

"You don't need to lie to me, you know." She blinked and turned her head to give him a glare that should have been imperious and powerful but somehow lacked her usual force. He smiled, "I saw you in the crowd, trying hard not to be noticed, smiling and dancing. It suited you; you're an elegant beauty anyway but when you smile?" He sighed and shook his head, "Wow."

She was blushing brighter, "Takeuchi-san, not only is that wholly inappropriate but we did not come here to discuss my appearance."

"What did we come here for?" Isamu leaned back on his hands so that much of his still bare chest could be seen. "It's too late to conduct business and this could be handled at one of your Association meetings just as easily. So...what are we really doing here together? Alone."

~~~~~~~~~​

"KYAAA! Ahh! Yes, yessss, fuck me just like this!" Momo was almost thrown forward against the wall by each thrust from her lover, her hands braced on the wall's surface. Her petite form was drenched in sweat, her hair and pert little tits jiggling and swaying as she was rocked forward by every plunging, impaling entry. "Izuru-kun! Love this!"

The pale blond shivered, his hips continuing to buck and pound into her. His shihakusho was undone, the robe open to bear his chest and his hakama pooled under his knees. "Feels so good, Momo-chan! I can't...believe this!" He grunted and began to slam into her even harder, madly, "Momo-chan!"

"Hai! Do it! Cum in me! Fill me up with your cum, please!"

~~~~~~~~~​

"Ahh, there's something indefinable about sake poured by a lovely woman that transforms bad booze into good and good into something sublime." Shunsui Kyouraku was seated as a low table, smiling brightly as he sipped from a shallow bowl. "That is why, Amaya-chan, you should always look for bars with pretty girls when you go drinking."

The pink haired girl raised her eyebrows and shrugged, "I'm not sure that would help me, sir, but I'll keep it in mind."

He laughed and took another drink, finishing off the bowl and sighing happily, "That's the spirit, Amaya-chan. I should move you to my squad, you understand things more than my Nanao-chan does."

She smiled, "You tried to move me into your squad once already; at my graduation."

"I did?" He leaned back a bit, head tilted, thinking. "Aaah, that's right. Ichimaru-kun beat me to the punch." Then he shrugged, "But it turned out for the best! Nanao-chan has forbidden me from drinking with members of my own squad."

"But then..." She shook her head and just poured another drink for the tall and broad shouldered captain. And for herself, though she was not nearly fool enough to think she could keep up with him, she kind of wanted a bit of sake as well. "Are you happy with how the show went?"

He took a long drink and then set it down, "I think we could have been a little tighter on some of the songs. But I saw you and your girlfriends happy and dancing and jumping up and down, and all the young people having fun." He smiled, his expression wistful, "Even my Nanao-chan was dancing and enjoying it, though she doesn't know I saw her, I think." He laughed, "Which is good. If she knew I was watching, she'd have left or started acting serious."

Amaya digested that for a few moments in silence. There was something profound in his last statement and it made her think about the well-known antagonistic relationship of the infamous slacker captain and her lieutenant in a new light. "I...see."

He looked at her and for a moment his eyes were very sharp and his smile was wry and a bit sad, "Sometimes, Amaya-chan, people who care very much have to stay apart. Sometimes the reasons are good, sometimes bad, but those people try and make the best of it, you know."

Amaya was suddenly aware that he knew about her and Isamu. Not in the way that many of their friends did, but that their feelings were far deeper and stronger than friendship. "Taichou..."

"But!" The sharpness was gone from his brown eyes as he took another drink, "That's why we must have our fun when and where we can, don't you think?"

~~~~~~~~~​

Miyako Shiba gasped as her husband's arms came around her, crushing her back against him in a hug that became a kiss. She moaned as his hands slid up from her waist to grope and squeeze her soft, plush breasts through her uniform. "You brute," she gasped as the kiss broke, biting back another moan as his hands did not pause in their talented mauling. "We're nn-not home yet! What if someone sees?"

The couple was in a narrow alleyway just off of one of the seireitei's main streets; Kaien having suddenly grabbed his wife and pulled her into it as they were just around the corner from the modest home they rented in one of the noble districts. The spiky haired man grinned, "What if they do? See how much Miyako-chan loves being a slut?"

She groaned and shuddered in his arms, "Ohh, nooo!" She swooned dramatically in his arms, "Accosted and taken so close to my own home!" Her hands moved to pull her robe open slightly, "What shall I do?"

He grinned and would have answered but for the sudden arrival of a familiar reiatsu. He turned and let go of his wife as if she burned them, "Kuchiki-taichou!"

Byakuya Kuchiki stood in the mouth of the alley. His eyes were a bit wide but otherwise his demeanor was as cool as ever. "...I saw a man and a woman struggling but I may have been mistaken." He nodded and turned, walking away.

Miyako let out an explosive breath, "Honestly, Kaien."

He ran a hand over his hair, "What? I couldn't have anticipated that. And you were totally into it."

 

[HookerBoots]

Nanao's mouth opened, but she didn't say anything for a moment. Then her cheeks reddened to the point where he was sure her face might burst into flame, and she sighed. "You're insolent," she said half-heartedly. "We . . . it was partly - mostly - Captain Kyouraku's idea."

Isamu raised an eyebrow at her. "Oh? What was?" He wasn't sure he really wanted to hear the answer, but she seemed so flustered that he wasn't willing to give up coaxing it from her.

She looked down at her hands, resting together on the table. "He'd mentioned that you two were spending a lot of time together, and that perhaps you and Kuragari-san were . . . being intimate." The words came out softly, as if she were embarrassed by them. "And if it were so, you were probably . . . keeping things quiet, for obvious reasons."

He tried to keep a straight face, and wasn't sure how well he succeeded. Were they trying to blackmail him and Amaya? It didn't make sense, if that were the case, but he couldn't imagine what else this was leading up to. "And if were are?"

With a small noise that was part-sigh, part-laugh, Squad 8's lieutenant pushed her glasses up her nose. "Well, you know, you're both very attractive, and since we're in the same situ-" she broke off, her hands clenching on the tabletop. Nanao flushed, and now Isamu could see it traveling down her neck and beneath the t-shirt she wore. "I mean, if you were willing, and didn't think Kuragari-san would object, you and I could . . . ."

As she trailed off, Isamu was shaking his head. "I wouldn't have believed it. You and Captain Kyouraku, in the same situation as Amaya-chan and I." He reached out and took one of her hands in his, unclenching the long fingers. "Ise-fukutaicho, I can't tell you how honored I am that you thought of me. I would be happy to show you how Americans do things," he said with a smile.

~ ~ ~ ~​

Nemu's hands tugged firmly on Renji's arm as she reached around him to pull the door shut. "I do not think anyone saw us leave together."

He sighed, taking a few steps further into the dark room. "I don't know what this is all about, Kurotsuchi-fukutaicho, but you could just tell me and I'd -!" Suddenly, his arms were full of warm, soft woman, and his mouth was covered with hers.

When she broke the kiss, he blinked, his mouth still partially opened. "What . . . what was that?"

She smiled at him, slipping the straps of her dress down. "I enjoyed what happened during our time in the real world. I did not think you would object if we repeated it."

~ ~ ~ ~​

The sake had gone down more easily than Amaya had expected, and she and Captain Kyouraku were lounging around the table like they were old friends. "It's been a long time since I got a chance to just relax," she said, taking a small sip from her own bowl. "It seems like there's always something to do."

"Ara, you're wise beyond your years, Amaya-chan!" Kyouraku lifted his bowl in a salute. "It's tough to find time to take care of yourself, and take pleasure in the little things." He drank the whole thing down, and set the bowl on the table. "So tell me about you and Takeuchi-kun. Is it true love?"

She sighed. "Kyouraku-taicho, you know that even if Takeuchi-kun and I were together, I wouldn't say anything. So why bother asking?"

He sat up, tossing his hair over one shoulder. "Well, if my suspicions are correct, right about this time, my Nanao-chan has sprung the plan on him."

"Plan?"

"Hai!" He leaned forward towards her slightly. "I have a guess that you and Takeuchi are in a similar situation to Nanao-chan and I. And I thought it would be a great idea to let all four of us have some fun tonight without worrying about people finding out about the actual relationships we have."

 

[Armphid]

Amaya blinked and then tipped her head back a bit, "That sounds..." Insane? Bizarre? But in its own way, it made sense. If what he was saying was right, and if he had picked up on her and Isamu..."very thoughtful, Kyouraku-taichou."

"I'm the soul of thoughtfulness and congeniality towards all young ladies, Amaya-chan," he answered with his trademark lazy grin.

"I'm sure you're thinking about them all the time, anyway," she said with a smile. "So, you want all four of us to have fun, Kyouraku-taichou?" She felt his eyes moving over her boldly and lingering on the lower torn edge of her t-shirt as it hung just barely concealing her magnificent and massive breasts.

He reached across the table and the tips of his fingers brushed her chin and up along her jawline before he pulled his hand back, "I do, Amaya-chan. But if you just want to drink, that can be fun too." He laughed a little and shrugged, "I'm not the most popular with the girls for some reason."

~~~~~~~~~​

The lights were out in the room Amaya and Rukia shared in the Squad 13 barracks; and both futons were laid out and waiting for their sleepers. There was an open manga lying by Rukia's bedroll and one of the drawers of Amaya's cabinet was open. There was a bottle lying by the open manga, a small pool of some shiny, slick liquid on the tatami.

Rukia lay on her futon, gasping and panting, her clothes scattered about her, and a thin sheen of sweat on her pale brow. "A...Ahhh, Amaya-chan, more, onegai." She closed her large luminous eyes and writhed on the fabric beneath her. "Takeuchi-kun, you, hnn, you pervert, that's...ahh, that's right..."

Her hands were busy, her left pumping a vibrant purple dildo in and our of her slick, tight pussy, the surface glistening with her fluids as it squished into her again and again. She'd had to get it out of some kind of harness thing but she was sure she could put it back. Her right had the long double ended pink dildo that her roommate and friend had used on her, liberally oiled up and currently sinking in and out of her puckered asshole.

"Uhh! A...noblewoman's body, uhh, for your use, you should-ahh! Both be thanking, mmm, your lucky stars!"

~~~~~~~~~​

"You are so elegant, Ise-fukutaichou." Isamu had surprised her by standing up and taking hold of both her hands, all but pulling her onto and over the table between them. Her eyes were wide behind her glasses and her cheeks were flushed as he ran a hand up her arm and then moved to caress her cheek. "A true and classic Japanese beauty."

"Takeuchi-" She was cut off as he kissed her; an indignant grunt become a soft groan against his lips as she returned it. Her lips were soft and very warm with a faint taste of some kind of fruit. She also responded far more strongly than he would have guessed. He was the one surprised as she kissed him with a clear hunger and a fierce determination; one hand moving to twine in his hair and the other pressing against his bare chest.

The kiss broke and she looked at her with a smile he'd never seen before on her pretty lips. It made his heart race though it took him a bit aback. She'd been so shy and blushy just a few seconds ago! "Move back from the table, Takeuchi," she ordered.

He nodded, "All right." He scooted back a foot or so, "Whoa!" Nanao slid off of the table and onto his lap, her hakama clad leg straddling him. "Ise-fuku-" He was the one cut off with a kiss this time, the slender and delicate seeming lieutenant kissing him hard and all but shoving her tongue past his lips. Her hands roamed freely over his chest and shoulders, his own groping to find and squeeze her pert, firm ass.

The kiss broke and she leaned back a bit, allowing him to start kissing and nipping at the skin of her graceful neck, the dark haired woman moaning softly. "So," he murmured, "all that blushing and uncertainty just now, were you playing me?"

"N-Nooo," she moaned, one hand again running fingers through his hair and taking a hold, "I, mmm, do get embarrassed talking about those things." Her eyes closed as he kissed and then ran his tongue over the junction of her collarbones at the base of her neck, "But doing them is another matter altogether."

 

[HookerBoots]

With a small smile, Amaya tilted her head at him. "I can't imagine why, taicho." She sat up from her lounging position and set down her bowl, her eyes on the relaxed man across the table from her. The pink-haired girl was glad she'd agreed to come with him to Squad 8's barracks as her hands went to the edges of her t-shirt. With a smooth motion, she tugged the abbreviated garment over her head and tossed it to one side.

"Oh, my," he said mildly, "Amaya-chan, I take it this is your way of agreeing." His eyes, however, were traveling all over her exposed chest, eying her breasts with appreciation and desire. He sat up as well, his hands going to the vest he was wearing and undoing the buttons. "I very much like it, but . . ." he paused, in a moment of rare uncertainty.

She raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"

With a small, self-deprecating sigh, he shrugged. "My Nanao-chan is always very . . . assertive. It's my policy in general to give a lady what she wants over what I would like, but it would be . . . pleasing if you would be willing to, ah, follow my lead?" The sheepish expression on his face was sort of hilarious when combined with what he was asking, but Amaya managed to hide her grin. "If that would be all right."

"Of course, Kyouraku-taicho," she said. Her entire demeanor changed to something more modest, and she flushed a little. "What . . . would you like to do to me?" she asked, her voice innocently sweet.

~ ~ ~ ~​

Momo and Kira were lying on the futon, sweaty and exhausted, arms wrapped around each other. He was smiling almost beatifically, one hand stroking Momo's hair gently. She stirred and raised herself up on one hand. He looked back at her, his sad eyes a little surprised. "Did you need something, Momo-chan?"

She smiled, maybe a little shyly. "I did, but . . . are you ready to go again, Izuru-kun?"

 

[Armphid]

Amaya's pink lips parted, her green eyes wide as she looked at the man standing over her in feigned astonishment that blended well with honest appreciation. "Oh, Kyouraku-taichou..."

"It's all right, Amaya-chan," he answered her, a smile on his face. "I want you to see." He was almost nude, his fundoshi alone covering his manhood as he stood near the kneeling girl. Her blush was only partly dishonest as she let her eyes travel over him. He was different than many of the men here; shoulders broader than his waist by a good bit, a hairy chest and limbs, his appearance was almost Western in some ways. His body was strong though; despite all his slacking muscle stood out in clear definition and though he drank like a fish his stomach was taut and flat.

"So strong, taichou." The pink haired girl was still bare chested but her skirt remained on, she looked down demurely, her eyes looking up at him through the lashes. She licked her lips, "May I...touch? Please?"

He chuckled. She was playing the part perfectly. "Go ahead, Amaya-chan." He then closed his eyes and let out a happy sigh as he felt her warm, soft fingers caressing his shins and then moving up his legs. "Ahh, that's very nice."

"I'm glad, taichou." She'd never felt so hairy a man before and hadn't been sure if she'd like it. But this was...pleasant, somehow. Amaya sat up on her knees to move her hands up along his thighs and over his hips, feeling his firm stomach and the hardness of his pecs. "Ohhh, so hard and so strong...and...and this." His breath hissed out as one hand fell to just graze the shape of his cock in his fundoshi. "Taichou, is that..."

"It is, Amaya-chan. And it's that way because of you; so pretty and so sweet." He let out another soft moan as she ran her fingers along his bulge. "Why don't you take it out and see for yourself?"

~~~~~~~~~​

Rukia's back arched as she came again, her cry cutting off before it could reach an embarrassing level of volume. Her cheeks were flushed and her chest heaved, small breasts trembling slightly, her slender body slick with sweat. "AhH! Ahhh...hhhuuhh...mmm."

She fell limply back to the futon, the toys still in her body though her hands had fallen from them. There was a darker area on the bedding material below her gleaming, sopping sex, where the gushing from her series of deliciously brutal orgasms had gotten onto the fabric. She smiled, her luminous eyes blinking slowly. She'd have to...have to clean that up too, before Amaya got back. The dark haired beauty let out a soft, cooing grunt as she took hold of the toys again and slowly slid them out of her slick, tight holes.

She'd get to the clean-up in just a few moments. Amaya would never know anything had happened. Right now, Rukia just felt so good...she needed to lay here a while and enjoy these amazing feelings...

~~~~~~~~~​

Isamu shivered as he felt the slightly rough surface of the paper fan slide down his spine and then jerked a bit as it shifted to deliver a light smack to his ass. "This wasn't exactly what I had in mind, Ise-fukutaichou." He was nude now, his well muscled body bare to the lights of the room, his hands at his sides, and his cock stiff and fully engorged, jutting out into the air.

"Isn't it?" The elegant Nanao stepped around him, having been circling the nude half-breed. Her hair was down but she still wore her glasses; her t-shirt and hakama were neatly folded on a cushion, a lacy and frilly bra and panty set in a deep blue the only clothes on her graceful and surprisingly curvy form. She smiled and tapped her paper fan against her chin, "Yes, you were going to show me how Americans did things. And you will; you'll show me how good a boy an American can be."

He opened his mouth, though he wasn't sure if it was to agree or to protest, when she cut him off by grabbing his cock firmly with one hand, "Uhhhn! Ise...fukutaichou..."

She smiled again as she stepped closer to him, "You'll like it, Isamu-chan. THIS tells me that you like it already." Nanao kissed him suddenly, shoving her tongue into his mouth; her lips strong and passionate, controlling. She broke the kiss, breathing heavier, her eyes warm and eager. "I'm going to show you a lot about yourself, Isamu-chan. And you'll thank me like a good boy, won't you?"

Good God in Heaven. He felt himself almost panting after that kiss and he balked a moment, unsure of how to respond. Then she gave his cock a hard squeeze and he gasped, "H-hai, Ise-fukutaichou!"

"Nanao-sama," she corrected. Then she smiled and he shuddered and moaned as she pumped his cock a few times, "Such a big cock, and I have such plans for it."

Isamu wasn't sure what he should be feeling. He was proud, a rebel, someone who wanted control and command as his eventual goals, to be a captain himself. But this...this felt...really good for some reason. "...Arigatou, Nanao-sama."

"Good boy." She looked at him and her eyes glowed with pleasure and excitement. He felt a momentary surge of pride; he liked the idea of putting that look on the face that was usually so stern or frustrated. She pressed herself against him and ran her tongue along one earlobe, drawing a shiver and a gasp from him, then she spoke in a whisper that he somehow knew was separate from her position as Nanao-sama, "Are you all right with this. Takeuchi-san? Would you prefer something more...traditional?"

He thought for a moment and then shook his head a bit, "No," he answered in the same low whisper, "I...I like this and it's surprising me. I want to see where this goes. Please teach me, Ise-fukutaichou."

She hugged herself to him and then leaned back to kiss him; the kiss starting light and sweet as acceptance and thanks, and then growing more firm, more controlling. Her hand left his cock to take hold of his hair and yank his head down before her tongue again entered him. "Good boy," she murmured as the kiss broke.

The usually cool and suddenly sultry woman pulled back and tugged his head down, "Kneel, boy, and show me what your tongue can do."

 

[HookerBoots]

"Hai, Nanao-sama," Isamu managed as he sank to his knees. This really shouldn't be as much of a turn on as it was, but he couldn't help that her commands and firm hands on him had given him a massive erection. His head was even with her pussy, and he could smell, ever so faintly but growing, her arousal.

Nanao smiled down at him, her eyes shadowed in the dark of the room. "That's a good boy, Isamu-chan. Now, do as I told you." Her fingers tightened in his hair, and he gasped for a moment, feeling the sharp pain.

But he leaned forward, taking a brief second to inhale the scent of her pussy and admire the way the blue panty contrasted with her skin. "Nanao-sama, may I remove your panties? Please?"

She looked down at him, one eyebrow raised. "I suppose so." She stepped back slightly, letting him raise his hands to slip under her panties, pulling them down to her ankles slowly. Isamu licked his lips as her pussy was exposed for the first time.

"Oh, Nanao-sama, it's so beautiful," he said, looking up at her. Without another word, he leaned forward, her panties still held in one hand, and pressed his lips to the top of her slit. She gasped, her hand twitching against the back of his hair, and he kissed his way down.

The angle was a little awkward, but Isamu managed to get his mouth positioned in the right place. In a short while, his tongue slipped around the pearl of her clit. Nanao's legs trembled a little, her breathing turning more labored as he worked between her legs.

~ ~ ~ ~​

"Can I, taicho?" Amaya asked, her eyes wide. She kept stroking his cock through the material of his fundoshi as she asked.

He moaned again and nodded. "Of course, Amaya-chan." He gripped one of her wrists gently and guided her hand to the waist of the strip of cloth. "Here," he said, his voice husky.

Amaya beamed up at him, her fingers sliding around to where the knot holding the whole wrap together was. She made quick work of the knot, and as the material loosened and fell away, his cock sprang free. One small hand reached for it, her fingers wrapping around it almost hesitantly. "Oh, Kyouraku-taicho . . . it feels so hot!"

He groaned, his hips thrusting a little at the feel of her hand on his cock. "It is, Amaya-chan," he breathed, one hand stroking the pink locks. "It's hot and needy." He licked his lips, watching at she started to stroke his cock a little uncertainly. "Do you like it?"

She nodded emphatically. "It's amazing! I've never felt anything like it!" She paused for a moment, looking at him, then at his cock. "Kyouraku-taicho, I've heard of . . . of girls, um, putting them in their mouths. Would you . . . like it if I did that?"

 

[Armphid]

Shunsui groaned softly, his head tipping back and a beatific expression on his rugged features. Amaya pulled her lips off the head of his cock with a wet, loud "pop" and looked up, "Oh, Kyouraku-taichou, are you okay? Did I...did I do it wrong?"

He looked back down at her and smiled gently, "Oh, no, Amaya-chan. That means you're doing it very well." The hairy chested captain ran a hand down through her pink tresses, "You're making me feel so very good, little Amaya-chan."

"Oh, taichou! I'm happy then," she answered, her eyes sparkling. It was so silly, this, and so strange. But at the same time, she felt herself getting warmer and wetter. She liked playing the sweet slut; liked him telling her what to do...

She had to make Isamu do this.

The busty girl licked her lips and let her wet, warm tongue slip out to lick over and around the head of the senior officer's hard dick before she let out a soft coo and took it into her mouth once more. Her lips sealed tightly around the shaft and she started to bob her head up and down on his shaft, her cheeks concaved just a bit as she sucked like a good girl on the captain's thick cock.

He groaned again and let her suck on him, enjoying the wet warmth of her mouth and her skilled technique. His hips pumped ever so slightly, feeding her more of his cock, bit by bit. Finally he pulled back all the way, "Amaya-chan, you've done so well, and I feel so good. But, pretty little Amaya-chan," he leaned down enough to tip her chin up, "we can both feel better."

"Ohh, taichou...do you mean..." She blushed prettily, "Do you mean that...that Kyouraku-taichou wants me to...to feel his big, hard cock...inside my tight little pussy?"

~~~~~~~~~​

Nanao's hands twisted in the half-breed's auburn hair, her mouth open as she took in ragged, wanting breaths, and her eyes half-lidded and pleasure glazed behind her glasses. "Ahh, hhhuhh, you've, mmm, done this before, you naughty boy."

Isamu grinned into her pussy but didn't pause it worshiping the lieutenant's glorious snatch. His tongue teased and rasped and coiled around her clit again and again, his lips pressed firmly to her sex. She spasmed for a brief moment as he pressed hard against her pearl before moving back to his eager, steady tongue bathing. "Ohh, yes, you have. Nasty Isamu-chan, uses his slutty little mouth on, nn, on every girl he can, I bet." Her hands jerked his face harder into her cunt, "Show me, Isamu-chan. Make me cum, boy! Nanao-sama, aahhnn, will be generous if you obeyyy, but if you fail..."

Nanao let the sentence trail off just as much out of needing to breathe as to let the threat stand. Her back arched and she let out a long, moaning cry of delight as the younger man ate her sex as if it were the the nectar of the gods. She hadn't expected much, really. Most men didn't know what to do down there, but he had surprised her. Very, very happily surprised her.

Isamu felt her grinding her sex against him and could hear her breath growing faster and faster. He picked up his pace, more and more, kissing, licking, lashing, ravishing her clit for all he was worth. Her hands suddenly yanked in his hair and her legs clamped against him, squeezing his head between her thighs. "AHhhhNN!" Her voice rose in that sweet, high cry of climax before she mastered herself, softer, almost mewling whines and moans escaping her as she trembled and shook out her pleasure. He opened his mouth wider and lapped up her juices as she came, drinking deeply of her rich, smoky taste.

After several long moments, she shaking subsided and she took in a few deep, long breaths. Then she pulled his head back firmly, though not roughly. "Good boy, Isamu-chan." Her eyes seemed almost to glow as she looked down at him, her cheeks still flushed and her chest rising and falling dramatically still. "Such a talented little cunt licker."

He smiled, "Thank you, Nanao-sama. I loved eating your pussy, every second."

"Of course you did," she answered, but her face showed an appreciation her words did not. "And you'll love this even more, boy. Nanao-sama has decided you're going to be the luckiest little pet alive. You're going to get to fuck Nanao-sama. Right here and now."

 

[HookerBoots]

The captain of Squad 8 groaned as he looked down at the blushing pink-haired girl. "Yes," he said, swallowing hard. "That's exactly what I want." It was so amazing that a girl like this was willing to play along with what he wanted. Though he wasn't exactly sure what attracted him to forward women; first Lisa, then Nanao, and now Amaya . . . maybe he was a sucker for a woman who wouldn't let him get away with things. Shunsui rested a hand on her cheek for a moment. "Lay back, Amaya-chan, and we'll both get what we want."

She nodded and squirmed around, stretching out on her back, legs spread. "Like this, Kyouraku-taicho?" she asked, her cotton-candy hair falling around her face as she looked up at him. One hand rested on her stomach, just below her breasts, and her skirt was riding up around her hips, showing off her legs almost all the way up.

He nodded, and she licked her lips, trying to hide her eagerness. "That's very good, Amaya-chan," he said, running one hand up her thigh. "Now, let's get you all ready, hm?" He pushed her skirt up to her waist and slipped his fingers under the waistband of the panties she was wearing - skimpy black lace today, as an intended treat for Isamu. "These pretty panties will have to come off, but I do like the look."

Blushing, Amaya lifted her hips as he pulled the panties down her legs. "I'm glad, taicho. I wanted someone to see them tonight."

"Did you?" he asked mildly, sliding between her legs as he tossed the skimpy garment to one side. "I'm glad I was the one who did." With one hand, Shunsui positioned his cock at her entrance, feeling the heat and wetness there. God, she looked so sweet and innocent, but she was so eager and willing! "Are you ready, Amaya-chan? To take my big, hard cock in this sweet, wet little hole?"

~ ~ ~ ~​

There was a moment of silence, and then Isamu let out a small, eager sound. "Really, Nanao-sama? I can't imagine a greater reward than to be able to fuck your perfect pussy."

She smirked a little at him. "I know. You're a very lucky boy." One hand rested on his shoulder, caressing for a moment before she pushed him to the tatami on the floor. "Now, lay down on your back, and make sure that cock stays hard for me."

"Yes, Nanao-sama," he said meekly, his hand going to his cock. This felt so dirty, even more so than it would have, because she was being so dominant. He was being made to play with himself so that she could fuck herself silly on him.

He had to make Amaya try this.

As Nanao watched him play with his cock, she stripped off her bra, leaving her pale body naked in the dark room. "That's a good boy," she murmured, stepping over to where he was. "So obedient, and such a hard, nasty cock." In one smooth motion, she was kneeling over him, her pussy just inches from his erect dick.

"Please," he whispered, his hand shaking, "please, Nanao-sama, let me feel your amazing pussy on my cock . . . I can't wait for it!"

"Greedy," she teased, reaching down to grip his cock with one hand. "But I'll give you what you want, since you asked so nicely." And with that, she plunged downward, enveloping his cock with her body in one stroke.

 

[Armphid]

"Ahh-hh! Yaa, Kyouraku-taichooou!" Amaya gasped and whined cutely, biting her lower lip as she felt Shunsui's hard length push gently but firmly into her body. The captain wasn't a great administrator, she knew, but having talents like this might make up for it. He shifted slightly, making his member rub against her walls just right. Other than Isamu, it had never felt this good just having it put in. "Hhnn, feels..feels so full, so good...having you in me."

He smiled down at her. She opened her eyes to look up at him with a wholly insincere look of shy and embarrassed delight. Her large breasts heaved as he pressed further in, hilting himself in her paradise. "I'm glad, Amaya-chan. Your body, your tight little pussy feels so wonderful. Hot and silky and just perfect for my cock."

She blushed brightly, not wholly insincere this time, "Taichou, you shouldn't say things like that. It's embarrassing...but...if it makes you feel nice then...I'm happy." Oh, this felt so naughty!

"It's not just for me, Amaya-chan." He suddenly moved, leaning back and lifting her to hold her against him as he shifted to now kneel on the floor, still inside her. "For being so sweet, I'm going to make you cum again and again on my dick."

~~~~~~~~~​

"UHhn, fuck!" Isamu's back arched, his mouth gaping wide, eyes screwing shut and then flying wide open. Nanao was stunningly tight and her sex was like a hand of molten silk taking hold of his cock, all in one sudden impaling thrust. "N-Nanao-sama must be, ahh, greedy too to take it all at once like that," he gasped out.

"Mmm, maybe a little," she purred. Her eyes were almost fully closed, barely slits as she pressed herself down on his cock, her lips in a smile of sensual satisfaction. "Isamu-chan's cock feels so much nicer than I thought; so thick and long and hard." Her eyes opened a bit more, enough so that he could see their movement as they fixed on his face. She rolled her hips and he moaned, his hands running up her pale thighs in a desperate caress. "Nanao-sama's going to enjoy you, boy, very much."

Isamu licked his lips and she started to move, lifting herself up until the head was all that was within her and then plunging back down, "Suh-so glad, Nanao-sama! Nanao-sama's pussy feels amazing! So hot and wet, and so fucking good! I love, ahh! Love fucking Nanao-sama's pussy!"

"That's right, you, nn, mongrel little boy slut!" She started to move faster, panting as she reamed herself out with the half-breed's hard rod, the squishing sound of their flesh meeting and joyously grinding together punctuating their passion. "Love fucking my cunt, you lucky, lucky boy! You'd beg for it, do anything I said for it, wouldn't you?"

God damn! "Yes! Anything Nanao-sama wanted, I'd do, just for, ahh, just for a chance to fuck this pussy!" Isamu thrust up suddenly as she came down, drawing a sudden, shuddering cry from the slender beauty. "God, N-Nanao-sama! So fucking good!"

"Good boy, slut," she groaned back. She leaned back on him, bouncing herself up and down rough and frentic, her modest and pert tits jiggling, "Keep talking, boy, I-hnn! I want to know how much you love my cunt!" She grabbed one of his hands and jerked it up to her breast, "Play with my tits, Isamu-chan! Do, ohhh, your best for Nanao-sama now!"

 

[HookerBoots]

This position was strange, but very, very good. It felt like his cock was deeper inside of her now than it had been, and her arms and legs wrapped around Kyouraku's body were keeping her up with him. Her generous breasts pillowed against his chest, and he could even feel the stiff nubs of her nipples pressing against him. Amaya groaned, her eyes half-closed as she moved her hips slightly. "Ohhhh, taicho," she breathed, her back arching slightly. "I think . . . you'll be more than able to keep that promise."

He kissed her neck, nipping the skin lightly. "I will," he breathed, pushing up into her slightly. Kyouraku moved again, kissing her lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth. She tasted sweet, like berries and sake, and gods, her pussy felt amazing!

Amaya moaned into his mouth, feeling his motion drive his cock further into her body. She was already on the verge of cumming, and they'd barely done anything! And then, Kyouraku started to move, his hips grinding slowly against hers, just barely thrusting, and stirring his cock inside of her pussy.

Her back arched as her body responded, a familiar tension releasing almost as soon as it gathered. She whimpered against him, her pussy twitching and gushing around his shaft. The older man broke the kiss, letting her get her breath as she finished the surging release. "Ahhh, fuck," she managed, panting a little. "Kyouraku-taicho . . . feels so good!"

Grinning, he pressed her closer to him. "And we're not done yet, my pretty little slut. Get ready, Amaya-chan," he growled softly, shifting his hips a little. She gasped, and he thrust forward slightly, starting to find a rhythm in fucking her, slowly and firmly.

~ ~ ~ ~​

Isamu was having a hard time thinking, let alone coming up with words to say about the feeling of Nanao's hot pussy wrapped around his cock. But his hands had no problem following her orders, wrapping themselves around her tits with eager abandon. "Unnngh!" Nanao-sama, your pussy . . . made of fucking silk," he gasped, thrusting up into her over and over as she fucked herself on his shaft.

"That's a good boy," she groaned, her fingers curling as they fucked, digging into the floor beneath them. He felt so good, she wondered how Kuragari could want to share him! "Tell Nanao-sama how you love it, make her cum, and she'll give you a present!"

He had a good idea what that present might be, and he wanted it desperately. "H-hai, Nanao-sama!" He kept fondling her breasts, feeling the soft weight of them bounce in his hands, and the hot, tight wetness of her sliding over his cock. "Such a sweet, wet piece of heaven! Thank you, Nanao-sama, for letting me feel your perfect pussy!"

 

[Armphid]

Amaya's breath came in pants and gasps that were soaked in heat, the pink haired officer barely remembering to make her desire drenched sounds of pleasure cute as well as erotic. Her cheeks were flushed as her chin was pressed against Kyouraku's shoulder; her eyes fluttering as she whimpered in her sweetest voice, "Hahhn, ahh, T-taichou, so good, so big and thick and pushing so deep, I can-nnahh! Can hardly stand it!"

The scruffy bearded captain smiled, "No need to hold back, Amaya-chan." His hands cradled her luscious ass, rubbing and squeezing softly. His hips pumped in a steady, slowly building rhythm, driving his cock over and over and over again into her hot, sweet heaven. "Let it flow through you, in from me, and up and out."

He leaned back slightly, drawing a shocked yelp of pleasure and surprise from Amaya as his cock suddenly pressed against the 'ceiling' of her sex in a thoroughly unexpected and startlingly pleasant way. "Ahmmn! Hai, taichou," she answered. "Nnuh, let it all flow, ss-soon, taichou! It's-ahh-hN! It's going to flow ooout," she groaned.

His smile was pleased and kind, "Good, I want my pretty little Amaya-chan to take all of her joy before I claim mine." He then picked her up off the ground, lifting her by her ass, again changing the angle of his cock as it thrust into her. "Ohhh, Amaya-chan's pussy is so right for fucking, so perfect to take in a cock and make it welcome."

Her legs squeezed about his waist, her arms clutching Kyouraku tightly. It was so dirty for him to talk this way, and for her to play this role! And it was all rolling together with the way he knew just how to move, to touch her in ways she'd never thought of! "Ahh! T-taichou! Kyouraku-taichou! I-I'm cuu-uuahhahn!" Amaya's eyes rammed shut and she buried her face in his neck, screaming into him as she came hard on his cock; her sweet sex gushing her pleasure out and onto their thighs.

She felt a sudden warm burst inside her as her climax reached it's peak and her eyes flew open, "Taichou! Your-"

"Yes," he groaned, his hips pumping more shallowly now, his strong body trembling as he came himself. "My cum, all in you, sweet little Amaya-chan," he whispered fervently. "Filling up your cute little belly with my jizz."

She kissed his neck, rocking herself back against him as best she could, "Give it all to me, onegai, taichou! I want to feel your seed, your essence deep in me, filling me allll the way up."

~~~~~~~~~~~~​

Nanao leaned back now, her head back, glossy dark hair cascading over her smooth shoulders. "Ahh! Isamu-chan's a grateful, good boy! And, hnn, he'll get to-oooh, get to have the best, ahh, most valued reward of all!"

Isamu sat up to actually press his lips to one of Nanao's pert, modest tits and grasp it with his lips to draw a staggering gasp from her. His hand still mauled the other, her nipple pinched and pulled between two of his fingers, "Want it more than anything, Nanao-sama's reward. Want her to praise me and be pleased with me!"

"Fuck!" The crass word from the elegant lieutenant made his dick throb in her, "G-good little fuckslut, Isamu-chan! Such a-ahh! Such a devoted boyslut!" She bit her lower lip, "Ahh-HHnnN! Isamu-chan! Now, you'll get to do it!" Her heart was pounding, the sound of his cock squish-slurping into her roaring in her ears along with the surging of her own blood and his deliciously subsurvient words. "Cum in Nanao-sama, right now!"

They cried out together; reaching their peaks in such a way it would never be known who ascended first. Nanao's hands grabbed his wild hair and jerked his head hard into her chest as she let her voice roll out in a long, wavering cry that faded into joy strangled nothing as she quivered and bucked atop him in the crashing throws of her pleasure. Isamu's primal cry was muffled by her body, his own hands clutching her hips and pulling her down onto him as hard as he could, wanting to be as deep as possible, his cock flooding the usually staid woman's womb with his cum.

~~~~~~~~~~~~​

Half an hour later, a quartet of people met at the border of the areas controlled by Squads Eight and Nine. Kyouraku was again in his usual outrageously pink kimono slung over his captain's haori and shikahakusho and a wide straw hat was on his head. Amaya walked beside him in her 'groupie' clothes.

Across from them, Nanao was in her normal garb as well, her hair up and carefully disciplined, her face in it's usual elegant serenity. Isamu was shirtless beside her, looking a bit unsure of how to proceed.

"Ne, Takeuchi-kun," Kyouraku said with a smile, "I hope my Nanao-chan didn't give you too much of a talking to."

The American raised his brows, looking over at the graceful lieutenant, "...Not at all, taichou."

Nanao sniffed, "So long as you behaved yourself with Kuragari-san."

Amaya seemed as confused as Isamu, but followed along, "He was a perfect gentleman, Ise-fukutaichou."

The two senior officers then smiled, though Nanao's was a ghost of a thing that vanished almost immediately. "I can hardly believe that. Well, taichou, let's get you home; there's a lot of work tomorrow."

"Ahh, but the show went so well, it took a lot of energy. I'm not sure I'll be able to work without a nap." Nanao stepped up to her captain and rather than strike him, instead lifted a hand to press against one of his stubbly cheeks. Then she turned to nod to Amaya and Isamu before the two of them walked away without a further word. They did not touch again, though they walked closely.

Amaya walked over to Isamu and smiled up at him. "Interesting night?"

"I'll tell you mine, if you tell me yours."

"Hee! Pervert."

 

[HookerBoots]

Amaya stretched her arms over her head, yawning widely. "Ara! I never knew just going to a rock show could be so tiring!" They were just approaching Squad 13's barracks, and she turned to face him, one hand on either of his shoulders. She lifted herself up on her toes and pressed her lips to his, hard and sweet. "Arigato gozaimasu, Isamu-kun. I had a great time."

His arms snaked around her waist and pulled her to him tightly for a moment, holding her close before letting her step backwards. "So did I," he said softly, smiling down at her.

"But!" she said, holding up one finger. "It's late, and I don't want to keep everyone awake with the . . . further revelry," she said, blushing a bright red. "Also, I think Kuchiki-san is staying in the barracks tonight, and I don't know that she'd be ready to join us. Yet."

"Soon, I'm sure, but not tonight." Isamu didn't want to say it, but he wasn't sure he was up for the kind of workout the two girls would give him, in any case. His interlude with Nanao, on top of the show had taken more out of him than he wanted to think about. "Good night, then, Amaya-chan," he said, kissing her cheek gently.

She slipped inside, waving goodbye to him fondly, before sliding the door shut. He took a moment to look at the building where his love lived, and sighed contentedly. Tucking his hands into his pockets, the young man grinned up at the sky, the stars and moon smiling back. Then the door opened slightly, and Amaya's head poked back out, her face lit with amusement and surprise. "Oi! Isamu-kun!" she hissed.

He was instantly on alert, unsure what would have made her come back out. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, but . . . I think I may have underestimated Kuchiki-san!" She looked back over her shoulder. "I'm going to bed, but I'll tell you about it tomorrow! You'll never believe it!"

~ ~ ~ ~​

"Very well done, Kuragari-san." Miyako flipped the last page of paper in front of her over, turned the whole stack right-side up and marked a '100' on it. "You're one of the most gifted students I've ever taught, you know," the older woman said with a smile.

Amaya flushed bright red and looked down at her hands. "Arigato gozaimasu, Miyako-sensei," she said, trying to hide the pride she felt. She'd worked hard, and done well on her tests. She'd done herself and her teacher proud. "It's all due to your excellent teaching."

Kaien's head poked around the wall into the room where the two women were sitting. "Ahh, good. Have you told her yet, Miya-chan?" He strode in with a bottle of sake in one hand and a cluster of cups in the other, flopping down at the empty side of the table.

His wife looked back a little waspishly. "No, I haven't." She sighed, then looked at Amaya with a smile. "Over the past 9 months, you've advanced faster, and further, than any shinigami I've ever taught. You'll be a great negotiator, Kuragari-san."

The pink-haired girl smiled, a little confused. "Arigato? Miyako-san, Kaien-san, I don't know what's going on here, I'm sorry."

He grinned broadly, and motioned for the dark-haired woman to continue.

"Since you've completed the course of study, you're a fully-fledged negotiator. So you're being promoted." Both of the Shibas were grinning widely when Amaya blinked, then opened her mouth and closed it again without making a sound.

"I . . . promoted?" she managed on her second try. "For just . . . studying? I don't . . . I'm not being transferred, am I?" she asked, her face worried.

"Ha!" Kaien laughed, setting the bottle and cups on the table. "I told you, Miya-chan! You owe me 30 mon." He turned to Amaya, tamping down his smile to look more professional. "No, Amaya-chan, you're not being transferred. Nakagawa-san is going to join the Kido Corps, so the 7th seat is open."

Amaya gaped for another moment, until Kaien opened the bottle and started pouring. "It's all right, Amaya-chan. You've got the rest of the day off, and tomorrow, you get more responsibility. Congratulations!" he said sardonically, handing her one of the small cups.

~ ~ ~ ~​

Hisagi shook his head. "I don't think it'll work - you're mad, Takeuchi!"

The American reached out one hand and knocked on the door of Squad 11's captain. "It'll work, Hisagi-fukutaicho. Trust me." As the door opened, her straightened up, trying to look serious - and not like someone who wanted to fight.

The mountain of a man standing in the doorway regarded the two of them with one raised eyebrow. "What do you two want? You're not strong enough to be much of a fight."

Before Isamu could say something that would probably get him killed, a small, pink head popped over Kenpachi's shoulder. "Uwwa! Mutt, you came to visit! And you brought Punky with you!"

"Konnichiwa, Zaraki-taicho, Kusajishi-fukutaicho," he said respectfully, and he and Hisagi both bowed. "We came to talk with your vice-captain, sir, if you don't mind."

The spiky-haired man snorted and turned away from the door as Yachiru dropped lightly to the floor. They could see him walk back over to a futon and lay down, hands behind his head. "What's up, Mutt?" the little girl asked, her eyes a little suspicious. "You didn't come to play with Ken-chan, so what do you want with me?"

Isamu grinned and crouched down next to her. "Well, fukutaicho-san, we wanted to have a beach party for the Women's Shinigami Organization, and since you're the president, we wanted to run the idea by you first."

Her face had become animated and excited as soon as he said 'beach party', and both of the men had to suppress a surge of delight. "Beach party? Like with swimming and volleyball and stuff?" Isamu nodded solemnly, and she asked in a hushed, reverent voice, "Will there be . . . watermelons?"

Be good, be good. "Yes, there will be. Lots of different kinds of melons, all shapes and sizes," he said. Okay, maybe not as good as he could have been. "And we'll take lots of pictures, to remember it, too."

"Ara! Yeah, that's a great idea!" She turned back to the room and the reclining man inside. "Keeeeeen-chaaaaan! They're gonna have a beach party for the ladies, and take lots of pictures and it'll be fun! Give 'em some money for it!"

The one eye not covered by an eye patch opened, and he sat up. "A beach party, huh? Huh. I bet they'll be wearing swimsuits, right?"

Yachiru looked at him like he might be stupid. "Of course, that's what you wear to the beach!"

He stood up and went back to the door, fishing in the pocket of his hakama. "That sounds like a good idea." When he pulled his fist out, it had a large purse dangling from it. "Take some really good pictures," he said, dropping the bag into Hisagi's hand. "I get a free calendar when you get them made," he said, his voice pitched low enough that his vice-captain, who was now busily digging through her clothes for a swimsuit, couldn't hear him.

"Yes, sir!" Hisagi said, weighing the purse subtly. "Arigato gozaimasu, Zaraki-taicho, Kusajishi-fukutaicho." Kenpachi waved one hand as he headed back into the room, the door sliding shut behind him.

Isamu stood back up, his face a little surprised. "Huh. I can't believe that actually worked."

~ ~ ~ ~​

"A transfer? Izuru-kun, that's excellent!" Momo beamed at her boyfriend. "I'm glad you'll be able to move into something you like more!"

The melancholy young man nodded. "I wasn't sure, at first, but Ichimaru-taicho seems to have some good ideas." He shrugged, and snuggled closer to Momo's naked curves on the futon. "It's not like I'm doing much good where I am, anyway."

She turned in his arms, pressing herself against him firmly for a moment. "Don't say that, Izuru-kun. You do a lot of good." She kissed him lightly, then rested her head on his shoulder. "But I think you'll feel more useful in Squad 3, and that's always good."

 

[Armphid]

Isamu felt strangely nervous as he approached the man who had summoned him. "Tousen-taichou, you wanted to see me?"

"Yes." The tall, dark skinned man turned to face his subordinate. Tousen wore his sleeveless haori and shihakusho as usual; a transparent gold visor over his sightless eyes and a long, flowing yellow scarf around his neck. His hair was in a number of long braids, all gathered at the back of his head into a many headed tail. "I wished to speak with you, Takeuchi-san. Please walk with me for a time."

They were in one of the large, open gardens that were within Squad Nine's area of control. As a squad dedicated to preserving the culture or the Seireitei, gardens, archives, and even museums were all part of the sprawling complex. The squad's devotion to "justice" was a new thing, relatively, being done by their current captain.

The two men fell into step and walked quietly for a time. They actually left Squad Nine's zone and eventually walked out of the sections directly under the Gotei 13's control and into the lands owned by the nobility.

Isamu became more and more nervous the longer they walked but waited to speak. Captain Tousen was a steady and patient man, rushing him wouldn't be a smart thing to do. "Not long ago," Tousen said suddenly, "I told you that we would speak about your sword. I have heard that you have been updating the record of it in the Gotei 13's files; that its power and yours have both grown." He halted at the crest of a small hill in front of what looked like a small shrine or a grave; a simple shaped but well carved and cared for stone plinth about waist high. "Tell me, Takeuchi-san, how do you feel about your sword and its power?"

Isamu considered the question for a few moments before shaking his head, "I'm not sure I understand what you're asking, taichou." He paused before going on, "My sword, Hitoshirezu Daimyo, is very powerful and wise, it seems. He encourages me to work harder and do better, to prove myself worthy of his power. I feel like...he's my ally."

"I see." Tousen stood in front of the grave, at least that's what it looked like now that Isamu could get a good look at it. "You say it tests you, so that you may prove your worth. This power it has...do you want it?"

"That's...tricky." Isamu sighed. "I mean, I do want the power but I'm not sure I should have it." He shook his head, "The power itself doesn't worry me, but what I might do with it does. I've seen some people get power into their hands and behave like beasts." Kurotsuchi-taichou for one. "Some of those people were like that before, sure, but...power can change you."

"Are you saying you fear your sword?"

Isamu thought another moment, "No, taichou. I fear myself wielding it."


Tousen was silent for a few moments before speaking again. "It is wise to fear what power can do to us. Let me tell you, Takeuchi-san, a story of a...dear friend of mine."

~~~~~~~~~​

"This...it can't be!" Renji was staring in shock at the Squad Nine stall of the Harvest Festival. Other shinigami and nobles, almost all male, were gathered in a crowd as well. "What...how..."

"Takeuchi-kun, I'll have to commend Tousen-san when I see him," Captain Kyouraku was smiling as he lifted up two wrapped packages; each containing four or five portfolio like objects and a thicker booklet bound with a spiral. "You deserve a promotion. Or at least a commendation for original thinking."

"Thank you, sir," Isamu grinned. This was brilliant. The Squad was making a fortune off of this. They'd be in the black for years to come, maybe even have enough to get some improvements to the barracks or the training facilities! And it was, well...a very good product that he felt was a long time coming in Soul Society.

The booth this year was three times as large as the food stand of years past. Instead of the usual cooking gear and outdoor kitchen, it was taken up with boxes filled with photo portfolios and what looked like spiral bound calenders. The signs above the booth read "The Beautiful and Deadly Flowers of the Gotei 13! Calenders featuring a different Bathing Beauty Each Month! Collect a Portfolio of Special Summer Snapshots of your Favorites!"

"Isamu Takeuchi!" The crowd of men parted, several of them sliding their purchases into their robes or behind their backs. Nanao Ise advanced through their ranks with a face like a thundercloud. Isane, Kiyone, Rangiku, Momo, and Amaya trailed in her wake; all with a variety of expressions on their pretty faces. "What is the meaning of this?"

"Ah, Ise-fukutaichou, welcome!" Isamu grinned. He was probably closer to death now than he had ever been since becoming a shinigami but he couldn't help smiling. "Gentlemen, some of the stars of this year's calender!" There was mild applause and a few cheers, though most of the men seemed either terrified or embarrassed and most were fleeing as discreetly as possible. "This is Squad Nine's booth! Since we do Seireitei Communication, we have many excellent photographers so a calender and photo portfolios was a natural choice."

"And...and this was officially sanctioned?" Nanao glared at Isamu so hard he thought he might catch fire. Behind them all, Captain Kyouraku hopped over the wall that separated this street from the next.

"Captain Tousen looked over the calender and portfolios himself and found they were perfectly tasteful," Isamu replied with a straight face.

Nanao seemed to be too angry to speak. But Isane suddenly blinked, "Wait, he...looked at them?"

Isamu's grew grew wider. Then he winked.

Hisagi held up a hand as he came around the corner, "Oy, Takeuchi-san, your shift's up, I'll-" He gasped ang ran forward, "No, Ise-fukutaichou, you'll kill him!"

~~~~~~~~~​

The party was large and lavish; tables groaned with food and drink and there were several stages set up for music. Momo beamed as she looked at it all, "It's so great! But should we really be having a party like this now..." A few powerful Hollows had been terrorizing Rukongai. The Gotei 13 were on alert and there were more patrols now, but a few patrols had even been attacked and shinigami killed or injured.

"Of course we should!" Rangiku patted the girl on the gathered bun of hair at the back of her head, "Life can be very tragic, Hinamori-chan, all the more reason to celebrate when and while you can!"

"I suppose," she said with a dubious sigh.

"Besides, I'm taking things seriously too," the ridiculously busty lieutenant offered. "Your promotion, Kira's transfer and promotion, Amaya-chan's promotion, Takeuchi-kun's recovery and promotion, Abarai-kun too! Normally you'd all get your own party but now we're doing it all together. That's how serious the times are." She crossed her arms under her magnificent endowment and nodded sagely.

~~~~~~~~~​

"It's not like her to be late." Amaya was out in one of the rolling grasslands near Squad 13's zone of control, standing on a hillock. Isamu lay on it, his hands folded under his head. He looked up at his love with a fond look of extreme skepticism. Amaya sighed and quirked an eyebrow, "Okay, okay. It's not like her to be this late."

Isamu nodded with a smile, "Yeah, that's true. But she's been training more and more with Kaien-san. Which is good, her swordwork has been her weakest point for a while now."

"I guess so." Amaya sat down beside the half-breed and looked down at him. "So...should we start training or do something else while we wait?" She asked with a very deliberate cadence, her eyes half-lidded as she leaned over her man. She then let out a giggle as she reached up and pulled her down on top of them, their lips meeting in a hungry kiss as the wind made the grass bend as if a wave were running through it.

 

[HookerBoots]

Sighing, Amaya rested her chin on her hand. This was getting to be boring. It had been almost twenty minutes since Ise-fukutaicho had started her tirade about the calendars. The pink-haired girl was too smart to comment that she'd been consulted on a few of the pictures, but it also would have been nice if the newspaper staff had asked most of the women to be in the calendar.

"Kuragari-san, was there something you wanted to say?" There was a sharpness to Nanao's voice, and Amaya blinked, staring. Shit. She must have looked bored too.

"Umm, well, Ise-fukutaicho, what if . . ." she stalled for a moment, trying to look thoughtful. "What if we turned the tables on them!"

There was a stunned silence, and the other women looked at her. "What do you mean?" Rukia asked, one eyebrow raised.

Amaya's face was bright as she grinned. Hopefully, Isamu would forgive her. "Well, they took pictures of us and made a calendar, right? Why don't we do the same to them?" She looked around the room. "We could make different versions, since there are so many hot gu- I mean, attractive male shinigami, and sell them all to anyone who wants them."

"Hmmm." Nanao's face was speculative.

"I mean," Amaya went on, gaining steam, "if we did it discreetly, they wouldn't be able to stop, because they wouldn't know what was going on. Until they started seeing themselves places!" Her eyes deliberately didn't turn to Soi Fon as she added the next bit. "And there are probably guys who would be interested, who wouldn't buy at some place like a festival, just like there were probably ladies who felt similarly, and got left out to avoid embarrassment."

Isane grinned widely. "That sounds like an excellent idea!" She looked at Nanao. "Really, Vice-president, I think it's fantastic!"

There was a general murmur of assent, and Nanao nodded firmly. "That's a great solution, Kuragari-san," she said. "We'll get started as soon as possible. Why don't you and Kuchiki-san put together a list of targets - I mean, models."

~ ~ ~ ~​

There was silence in the small field kitchen, save for the sizzle of meat on a hot grill. There were at least two dozen shinigami around the center of attention, watching as Isamu flipped the burgers he was cooking over.

Amaya and Sasakibe-fukutaicho were sitting next to each other near the front, eyes fixed to the process. The older man had spent a great deal of the club's budget on this demonstration, and he wanted to learn how to do it properly for himself and his squad. Rangiku was there as well, lounging next to an intent Hisagi. Nemu sat, silent and still, the only motion in her form the flick of a pen on a notepad. In the back of the group were two unlikely enthusiasts: Soi Fon and Komamura. Neither of them had spoken much when they arrived, but they were both very well mannered, and seemed interested in what was being done, though it was hard to tell, on both counts.

The rest of the group were young, female shinigami, who were more interested in the chef rather than what was being cooked.

"So while they finish cooking," Isamu said, feeling only a little nervous at the crowd that had gathered, "you can get everything else ready." He gestured, and Amaya stood up, coming over. "I had Kuragari-san slice up the vegetables we needed. Everyone will get a slice of onion, tomato, some lettuce, and some pickles. I suggest you try a little of everything, but make it however you like."

The pink haired girl was handing out plates filled with vegetables and the closest they could find to hamburger buns. "And then, Takeuchi-kun, we'll make the . . . other things?"

He nodded. "When you're done, we'll start on those." He reached down and pulled out a blender. "Today's agenda said hamburgers and milkshakes. I intend to deliver on both parts."

~ ~ ~ ~​

"I really can't believe this! Not a scrap of anything edible in the whole place!" Ukitake shook his head and walked for the door.

Kyouraku flicked the brim of his hat up to look. "Well, I don't have to keep food on hand, Whitey. Nanao-chan usually takes care of it." He watched in amusement as the white-haired captain handed some mon to a shinigami and told him what to buy.

Shutting the door behind him, the other captain sighed. "Shun-kun, when you come over to visit me, I make sure I have sake and food for you." He sat down at the table, lounging to one side. "And if Ise-san takes care of you, why don't you have anything?"

A surprised look passed over Kyouraku's face. "You know, I don't know." He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. "I don't know what's got her so busy lately - I hadn't really thought about it."

As if his words had summoned her, Nanao flew in the door, several bentos and a few bags in her hands. "Ah! Gomen, taicho! I had gotten caught up in business, I forgot!" She set the bentos down on the table in front of the men and set one bag down in Kyouraku's lap. "Here, taicho, you can get those taken care of, please?"

She moved around the room quickly, tucking the rest of the bags into cubbies and cabinets in the time it took for her captain to open the bag and set out half of the things inside of it. "Gomen nasai, Ukitake-taicho, I have to be going. Publishing takes so much attention!" As she headed out the door, neither man noticed her taking out a small camera and snapping a few shots of them.

When the door shut, Ukitake blinked at the things on the table. "She does take care of you, doesn't she? I'll have to take some of what I ordered home with me."

 

[Armphid]

Tetsuzaemon Iba grunted and scowled as he looked out of the tree line at the field before him, "I don't know about this idea...inter-squad training. It's never been done before." Officially, anyway. The brawny lieutenant let his hand drift down to finger the hilt of his zanpakuto's unreleased form; an innocuous looking tanto slid into his obi. "What's the name of this training game of his again?"

"Capture the Flag, Iba-fukutaichou," Naota Mandaba answered. The short and slender young man shook his head, "We're supposed to sneak over into Squad Nine's territory and steal their flag while they try to do the same to us."

"Sneaking around, huh?" Iba grimaced. "It's good to be prepared to fight in whatever way will bring victory, everyone remember that." Behind Iba and Naota were 11 other shinigami from Squad Seven. "Sneaking around might not be glorious or fun, but if it's effective, we should always consider it. Honor is paramount, but our highest honor is in following our orders and bringing success to the Gotei 13."

"Hai, fukutaichou," the group answered in a chorus.

Iba nodded. "Komamura-taichou, and Tousen-taichou, are watching too. So when they signal the start, we'll need a plan of action. Here's what we'll-"

He was interrupted by a bright red flash as Hado 33 burst high above the area selected for the training game. "Already?" Naota looked mildly panicked, "We don't have a plan! How will we find their flag and bring it back?"

Iba growled, "Quit whining! All right, here's the..." He trailed off, turning to look at the border between the contested zones. "Their reiatsu is heading...get ready to fight, all of you!"

There was a flash of motion at the border and Hisagi alighted, his punk look making him appear wild and fierce. He bore not his sword but a tall staff surmounted with a waving flag of white cloth that had Squad Nine's symbol painted on it. The rest of the Squad Nine's team were there as well, split into pairs save for two others with Hisagi. The lieutenant planted the flag firmly in the ground, the wind catching it and making it snap out proudly.

"Squad Seven!" Isamu Takeuchi grinned viciously, "Here's our flag! Come and take it!"

Iba stared for a moment. That was their strategy? Not that he was complaining, in fact, he was grinning himself. "Ballsy little punk. But I like his attitude. For the honor of Squad Seven, tear that flag down!"

There was a roar from both sides and the sound of fighting erupted. Practice swords swung and there were puffs of kido here and there. From the high hill on which they were observing, the huge form of Sajin Komamura stirred slightly. "Is this truly the way this game is meant to be played?"

"I wonder...," Tousen answered thoughtfully.

From behind them, leading the 3rd Relief Squad in case things got out of hand, Mitsukake snorted and crossed his arms over his chest, "When that man is involved, taichou, nothing is as it is meant to be." Not only was he flaunting tradition with this ridiculous co-operation and training between squads but he wasn't even doing it right! How could that criminal still be allowed loose like this?

Ichimaru-taichou was right. Just waiting for him to make a mistake wasn't enough. But...what action could he take? It could cost him everything to act recklessly...

~~~~~~~~~​

"I'm Amaya Kuragari, hazimemashite," Amaya bowed with a smile on her pretty lips. "It's wonderful to finally meet you. Hinamori-chan's told me so much about you!" She, Momo, and the person she was meeting were all standing in a party room in one of the more modest teahouses in Rukongai's Second District.

The young man, well that was overly generous. The boy bowing back looked like he might be 11 years old, 12 at the most, though appearances were deceiving in Soul Society and despite his appearance the boy had likely been alive for several decades. His eyes were a chilling icy blue and his hair an unruly shock of pure white. He was a pretty boy and would surely grow into a gorgeous guy. His shihakusho looked a little too big for him, which made him even cuter and his sword, which was a bit taller than he was, had been slung over a shoulder rather than at his side.

"Toushiro Hitsugaya, hazimemashite." He straightened up, having averted his gaze when Amaya bowed and unintentionally presented her cleavage to the new shinigami. However, his height left him at eye level with her chest anyway, so he shifted to look at the beaming Momo with slightly red cheeks, "Your friend has good manners, Hinamori, why haven't you learned any yet?"

"So serious Shiro-cha-, uh, kun!" Momo giggled and looked over at Amaya, "Doesn't it just make him even cuter?"

Hitsugaya bristled but then shook his head, "No manners at all. Hey, Kuragari-san..." His eyes were speculative and slightly suspicious. "You're not in Squad Ten, are you?"

Amaya blinked, "No, I'm the 7th Seat of Squad Thirteen. Why do you ask, Hitsugaya-san?"

"Well, with your uniform and...I was just wondering if it was something about the female members of Squad 10, that's all." He shrugged, "But don't worry about it then."

Momo just shrugged at Amaya before smiling at her childhood friend, "So, what Squad did you get into, Shiro-kun? Did you get a Seat?"

Toushiro shook his head and folded his arms in front of his chest. "You know they post that kind of stuff for officers, which you're supposed to be one of. And it's in Seireitei Communication." He sighed, "But to answer your question, I'm in Squad Ten. Third Seat."

Amaya and Momo both gasped, "Third?"

Before either girl could inquire further, the door to the room they'd reserved at the teahouse slid open. Renji, Kira, and Isamu came in waving to the girls. Isamu raised an eyebrow, "So this is your friend, Hinamori-chan? Nice to meet you, kid, but you should be careful."

Renji nodded, "Some officers would get offended by you playing shinigami like that. Good costume though."

Hitsugaya ground his teeth, "Kid? Hmp! I don't see a lieutenant's badge, so that's Hitsugaya-san to you!"

~~~~~~~~~​

"He is unsuitable after all," the dark skinned man's voice was calm and collected, a trifle regretful. "I thought he may be at first, but he is too willful to be molded to your purpose."

"Aww, ya had such high hopes, didn't ya? Too bad though." The speaker was nastily polite, his tone carrying an undercurrent of malicious glee. "We better get rid of him then, don't ya think?"

The man seated at the desk in the darkened room tapped his fingers next to a pair of thick framed glasses that rested on the polished surface. "He's too good of a distraction, of a noise maker to do away with. We'll put him far away at the first chance."

~~~~~~~~~​

Rangiku Matsumoto giggled as she lay back on her futon, her arms wrapped around another figure, "It's been so long...you've learned your lessons well, my sweet disciple!" Her skin was faintly slick with sweat and she breathed in deep to enjoy the scent of their mingled sexes in the room. "I wasn't sure you liked my anymore."

"Ran-san, how could you say that?" Amaya lifted her head off of one of Rangiki's massive, plush breasts with a naughty smile. She wasn't sure where her friend and lover was going, but she clearly had something in mind. Which almost always was very good for them both. "Especially since I just got enough liking you on this futon that you'll have to wash it."

The strawberry blond giggled and winked, "That's convinced me of your true devotion, but it started because...well." She rolled over to look up at the half-seated Amaya, "I've heard a few things, very good things, about your favorite toy. And after all this time and what we've shared, you still haven't let me try!"

The pink haired beauty tilted her head, "But Ran-san, I've let you borrow every toy I have."

"Not your faaavorite. You know, the foreign model," the lusty lieutenant said with a wink.

"Oh. Oh!" Amaya blushed and then laughed, "I didn't know you wanted a try, Ran-san."

"What did you think I was at the Western Enthusiast's Club for?"

"Not you too..."

"Well, and free milkshakes."

~~~~~~~~~​

"No! Don't go yet! Just a...damn." Jun Asagiri lowered her head and let her hands fall, the green glow around them fading out. She was kneeling beside a mangled form of a young shinigami. "Mitsukake-fukutaichou, I'm sorry, sir, I've lost him."

Mitsukake sighed and stood up from another body not far away, "Don't apologize, Asagiri-san, you did all you could. Even I couldn't save one of them." The tall, broad shouldered healer shook his head, "I've never seen anything like it. Even as we restored their reiatsu to start the healing..."

"It just faded away," Jun frowned, putting the items she'd removed from her kit away. The pretty young woman looked over at her superior as the rest of the Relief Team approached. "Fukutaichou, what does it mean?"

He shook his head again, "Gather up the bodies. With some study, we can-" He gasped suddenly and then lunged to knock Jun down as a spear-like object fired through the air. It slid between them, missing the girl's body by mere inches and slicing her sleeve before pulling back with the same vicious speed. "Get down! The Hollow is still here!"

"The Hollow?" The voice that spoke was sneering and proud, "That's it? I've killed 12 of you hopeless little shinigami and I'm still just "the Hollow" to you?" The creature leaped from a high tree where it had apparently been hiding to land not far from the Relief Team. "Maybe after I kill you all then. Or maybe I'll let one or two of you go to tell the rest my name. Spearfinger! Remember that!"

It was tall, well over seven feet in height and it had an alien, entirely disproportionate construction despite being humanoid in shape. It's feet were entirely too long, with wide spread and long toes that had four joints; spindly legs met a torso that was thick with corded muscle. The shoulders in particular were so built that they were deformed; bulging with more muscles that a body had but it's arms were much like the legs in being thin and fragile looking. It's hands were large but again thin, with long fingers that ended in white, chitin like talons, the index fingers easily two and a half times the length it should be. The right index finger had been the one to lance out before shrinking back to what seemed to be its usual length. The mask looked like a distorted long-nosed goblin; with a bulbous extended snout and large, puffy lips under vertically slit eyes and a pair of hard, inflexible ear-like protrusions. The mask and claws were white, though the claws on either index finger oozed and dripped some ugly purplish ichor; the rest of the body was matte black save for those over developed shoulder muscles were the blue of deep bruises.

Mitsukake unsheathed his sword and stepped up, "Your name doesn't matter; you're just another beast like all the rest. Asagiri-san, are you all right?"

"H-hai, fukutaichou."

"Good. Everyone, get back from here! This enemy is too strong for you." As if to punctuate his point, the Hollow attacked again. The hideous mass of muscle on its' shoulders actually moved and stretched down its spindly arms as it raised them, reinforcing them and providing power as the index fingers on both hands speared forward again. Mitsukake grunted, bringing his sword up and deflecting them, sparks coming from where the blade and fingers ground together.

"Lucky block," Spearfinger sneered. "And aren't you one to talk big, thinking you can fight me! Who are you to stand before me and talk like that?"

The hard bodied man of medicine smiled and took a few steps forward, taking a double handed grip on his sword's hilt. "I am Mitsukake, Lieutenant of Squad 4!"

The monster's eyes widened and it took a step back, "L-lieutenant! Well. Well, then. Yes, if it came to a fight, I'd bet you'd kill me all right." There was a snap from the mask as the Hollow's mouth suddenly opened, "Guess I'll have to do this instead! Good thing the rest of them had powers too weak to take!"

 

[HookerBoots]

Jun had lept back with the others, her slight frame bent a little under the weight of the body she was dragging with her. It was so brave of Mitsukake-fukutaicho to take the beast on by himself! She wondered a little, though, if it were wise. He was strong, but he was also a healer, and she didn't think he'd picked up his sword in ages.

And indeed, even as he swung and blocked, it was clear to her eyes that he wasn't quite up to snuff. It didn't seem like the monster was better, but from inside of its mouth, there was a glimmer of something . . . .

Almost as soon as she saw it, the higher-ranking officer stumbled slightly, having not seen a root protruding from the ground behind him. The Hollow let out a triumphant sound, and it moved. But not in the way any of them expected. Inside the mouth of the mask it wore, something lashed out - a smaller, shiny black head that seemed to be all hungry teeth and snapping jaws. "No!" she gasped, helpless to do anything but watch as the little head shot forward, meeting Mitsukake's flesh with a horrible, wet tearing sound.

It pulled back, leaving a small, bleeding gash on his shoulder before vanishing into the mask again. The Hollow laughed, pressing forward a little. "Ara! You taste delicious, Lieutenant." Its mouth snapped shut, and it advanced as it leered forward. "Maybe the next attack, I'll take the rest of that ar-!" The beast stopped both its words and its advance, looking over the wall behind the other shinigami. "No, I did -!" It glared hard at the others, then stepped back on those too-thin legs. "Remember my name, filthy morsels! Spearfinger will be your doom!"

There was a distortion in the air behind it, and the beast stepped through, vanishing as a group of shinigami, lead by Captain Aizen, appeared. The brown-haired man flashed forward, going to stand in front of the wounded Mitsukake. "It got away from you, Mitsukake-fukutaicho?" he asked mildly. "That's too bad - it would have been better to kill it. But you did well to hold it as long as you did."

Squad Four's vice-captain gritted his teeth against the pain and shame. "I'm sorry I didn't do better, Aizen-taicho." His shoulder hurt, but the shame of it was like a thousand hornets stinging his heart. And he was feeling weak, for some reason, more than he should be for the blood he'd lost. Maybe the beast had a poison on its mouth as well as its talons. "But, thank you for your arrival. Please, if it isn't too much trouble, escort my team and I back to our barracks?"

~ ~ ~ ~​

There was a knock on the door, and Isshin Kurosaki looked up. He could see the silhouette from this angle, and smiled a little. "Come in, please, Hitsugaya-san."

The door slid open, and the young shinigami entered, arms laden with papers. "Konnichiwa, taicho. Here are those reports you wanted - I've colored-coded them, and the ones of particular note are on top."

Isshin blinked as the pile of papers thudded onto his desk. "Very well done, arigatou. I'd forgotten what it was like to have someone who . . ." he trailed off, one hand resting on the pile.

"Yes, well, I'd noticed that Matsumoto-fukutaicho . . . her talents don't lie in paperwork." Privately, the white-haired young man wasn't entirely certain she had talents outside of loafing about and drinking, but it would be disrespectful to voice that opinion. He put his hands behind his back, clasped loosely together. "The top report is about that Hollow, Spearfinger, that attacked the relief team the other day."

"Ah, yes." Isshin grabbed the report and flipped through a few pages. "Is Mitsukake-fukutaicho doing better?" He was of mixed feelings on the man, but it wasn't good to have some monster that could lay up a lieutenant-level shinigami that easily just running about.

Hitsugaya shrugged. "They haven't said one way or the other, sir." There was a pause, and he added, "Which makes me believe that he isn't, or is doing worse. Otherwise, Unohana-taicho would have said so, just to bolster everyone's morale."

Nodding, the older man sighed and set the report down. "That's a well-reasoned opinion." His eyes looked directly at Hitsugaya. "You're very astute, Hitsugaya-san, particularly of a person your age. No offense intended, of course." Before his Third Seat could respond, Isshin waved one hand at him. "Go ahead and get back to studying, Hitsugaya-san."

There was an expression of almost practiced surprise and innocence on Toshiro's face. "Studying, taicho?"

"For the Captain's Exam, of course." Isshin looked back at him, his face completely calm. "Did you think I didn't know? It's all right; you're far too talented not to want to become a captain, sooner rather than later." He grinned wickedly. "But, please, remember, it isn't all about the written exam - if you can't reach bankai, there won't be any point." Silence filled the room, and Isshin blinked slowly. "Well. In that case." He cleared his throat, rubbing one hand down his jawline as the young man bowed to leave. "Oh, Hitsugaya-san."

Toshiro turned and looked back at him. "Hai, Kurosaki-taicho?"

Now the silence was awkward, and the older man sighed at last. "Our squad is dangerous, you know that. When . . . if I ever don't come back from a mission, I've left instructions naming you captain here, provided you can pass the exam."

"What?" The boy was clearly stunned, his face bright red with shock. "Taicho, that's completely . . . ."

"Reasonable." Isshin tapped one finger on his desk. "Rangiku doesn't have bankai, and I knew you were close. She couldn't be the captain, even if her temperament was suited for it - which it isn't." He smiled again, good-natured and devil-may-care. "But don't worry too much! It'll be a long time before I meet something that will take me out of the game!" He waved again, then added, "Oh, and also, Ukitake-taicho left a package for you outside your room."

~ ~ ~ ~​

Amaya landed from a long, high jump, the katana held in front of her in both hands as she touched down. Her face shone with sweat, strands of cotton-candy hair sticking out all over her head and waving in the slight breeze. "Madarame-san, I think that's time!" Whether it was or not, she was tired, her chest heaving as she panted for breath.

The bald man landed on the other side of the courtyard, his own face covered in a light sheen of perspiration. "Yeah, you might be right," he said, and she took that to be an assent, standing and starting to tuck her sword away. "But that doesn't matter in a fight!" he yelled, flashing towards her, the hilt of his spear swinging towards her head.

It hit nothing but empty air, however, as she'd expected that - he'd done it three times before this - and ducked, rolling towards where his feet would be and tangling her own with his. She'd also felt a telling tingle from his sword as he'd started to move, something that she'd come to recognize as the blade doing something that she couldn't be sure of yet. "Gomen nasai, sensei!" she called, bounding to her feet and pointing the sword at his throat as he lay on the ground.

He laughed, baring his teeth and pulling his head back, to expose his throat to her blade. "Well done, Kuragari," he said, using Houzukimaru's hilt to move her blade away before kicking himself to his feet again. "I think that may be the first time you've gotten the drop on me."

She grinned at him, pushing some of the loose hair from her face. "Please don't tell your captain, Madarame-san. I don't want to have to fight him."

He snorted. "What am I, new? Of course I won't." He walked over to the barracks door, grabbing two towels from Yumichika and tossing one to her. "Five minutes, princess. And then you get a new opponent." He poked his head in the door. "Oi, Abarai! Get your ass out here!"

"What? But, Madarame-san, I . . . ."

He looked over his shoulder, eyes dark. "You'll both fight each other, and whoever wins, I'll fight." A wild grin lit his face. "I'll make sure you both get better, and then throw you in the dirt!"

There was no better motivator to lose a fight than that expression. But Amaya just sealed her sword and wiped her face with the towel. "Hai, sensei," she said, heading over to grab some water from Squad Eleven's well.

 

[Armphid]

"You're sure about this?" The old man's voice was as strong and sure as ever, but those who knew it well heard a faint note of surprise and strain in Yamamoto's tone.

It was not a full captain's meeting but many of the Gotei 13's most highly ranked and powerful members were in Captain Commander's meeting room. Sousuke Aizen looked troubled, pushing his glasses up on his nose with one hand. "If so, then this Hollow is...very different from what we expected."

Radiantly lovely Unohana's gentle face was sad and she bowed her head, "I'm afraid that is exactly what the nature of this matter is. I am certain of it. Myou Mitsukake-fukutaicho is losing his powers and I do not know any way to stop it."

There was a moment of grim, stunned silence. White maned Ukitake shook his head, "How is this happening?"

"It is some kind of toxin," Unohana said, "We have found traces of it on some of the earlier victims but we didn't know what it was until now." She bore her grief well, with straight shoulders and a clear intonation. "This poison seems to be changing the cells in his body, and as they change, he loses his shinigami powers."

"The cells change?" Aizen was rubbing his chin, looking thoughtful. "Into what?"

Unohana paused and then went on, "The reishi that comprise them are being replaced with organic materials." All of the captains nodded grimly, save for Kyouraku, who looked a bit sheepish. "He's becoming human."

"Human?" Kyouraku blinked, "Now that's a strange power...that's too bad for him, but he'll live, right?"

Yamamoto spoke for the first time since the impromptu meeting began, "That is for Central 46 to decide." Though he, and the others here most likely, felt he knew what they would rule.

Kyouraku bowed his head, "Gee, I wonder what those geezers will do..."

~~~~~~~~~~~~​

Mitsukake stepped out of the bedroom quietly to avoid waking his wife. She had cried in private and acted demure and properly in front of him and the few guests who had stopped in to inquire about his health. The strain of her resolve and control had made her fatigued, however, and she had all but passed out after he carried her to bed.

He had never been more proud of her.

The brawny healer walked out of the door to his house, sighing softly. Unohana-taichou had told him what she had discovered and what it meant. He would no longer be a shinigami. Soon, it would be gone. And he would then...but even that did not bother him. What he regretted was that he would no longer be able to support his captain or help increase the strength of the Gotei 13.

"Yare, yare! Late night for being outside, Mitsukake-fukutaichou!" The big man started as the familiar voice came from only a few feet away. He looked over to see eternally smiling Gin Ichimaru there; his hands tucked into his sleeves and his smile slightly wider than normal. "Thinking about your situation, huh?"

"Of course, Ichimaru-taichou," he answered. He shook his head, the tails of his twin headbands rustling softly against his kosode as he moved. "I am not afraid of my fate, I only regret that I cannot do more now to aid the Gotei 13."

"Yeah, that's got to be hard to think about." Ichimaru nodded, stepping closer to the healer, "Especially with what you've been worrying about and all."

Mitsukake frowned, "I am sure that...matters will not go unattended to for much longer. Even if I am no longer watching that man."

"Yeah." Ichimaru shrugged, "He's been pretty well contained so far, wouldn't ya say?" Mitsukake's frown deepened. "But I'm sure without you, someone else'll take it up and keep that guy in place. Sure!" Mitsukake said nothing but his frown grew, the man looking as though he had swallowed a whole, live frog. "Well, I was just passing through, Mitsukake-fukutaichou. I'm sure you'll do as you always have, use all your remaining time and power to do whatever it takes to help the Gotei 13."

The healer was silent for several long seconds. "...Yes. Yes, I will. Arigatou, Ichimaru-taichou."

His grew grew a bit wicked, not that Mitsukake even noticed, "Don't keep that wifey waiting now. G'night."

~~~~~~~~~~~~​

Isamu felt a strange apprehension as he stepped over the threshold of the Squad Four complex. He paused and turned, taking a look around slowly. What was this feeling? He couldn't see anyone watching him...could that Hollow have gotten in here? Spearfinger? No, that didn't seem right. And from what he'd heard if it was here, it would be attacking and being pretty loud.

The unsettled feeling didn't go away as he went further in, instead it only intensified. What was going on? There were squad members here and there, but they all seemed downcast and few did more than acknowledge his presence. He did come here often enough, from training or fighting injuries to just visiting Isane, that his showing up wasn't a big thing. But they all were preoccupied.

Finally, spotting someone he knew a little better, Isamu raised a hand, "Yamada-san, do you have a moment?"

"Oh! Takeuchi-san, welcome." The slender young man bowed, looking as tired as usual and trying to smile. "If you're here to visit Koutetsu-san, I'm afraid she's out."

"Huh, that's strange." Isamu reached a hand into his kosode to pull out a folded note. "I received an official request to come to Squad Four today. I assumed it was from her. Is Unohana-taichou here?"

"No, sorry. She and most of the officers went to a meeting." The often abused healer looked both ways and leaned in, "They say Unohana-taichou was summoned before the Central 46!"

"What! Why?"

"That is a concern for higher officers, not for idle gossip." Yamada started as Mitsukake spoke, the big man leaning against a wall nearby, his arms crossed over his chest. "Takeuchi, you can follow orders sometimes, I see. Come with me."

Isamu frowned. Mitsukake had summoned him? What the hell for? "Hai, Mitsukake-fukutaichou." He gave the blinking Hanataro Yamada a nod and fell in behind the senior officer. "What's this about, fukutaichou? I never thought you'd call for me, of all people."

Mistukake didn't answer, just kept walking. Isamu grimaced but followed. The two of them walked past the main treatment buildings, eventually heading for a spot Isamu knew well. The area where the once informal training sessions had been held; not turned into a small but official are for combat training. The lieutenant advanced to the middle of the sparring area and halted. Isamu's eyes narrowed, "You want to spar? Is that it? You didn't need a summons for that; the answer's no, official or not."

Mitsukake muttered something low, almost under his breath. Isamu blinked, "What...are you saying? Speak up, if you're got something to say." The healer didn't even move his head, but his muttering continued, though it was not slightly louder. Isamu growled and walked into the sparring circle, reaching out with one hand, intent of grabbing the man and at least making him face him.

Which was when he was close enough to barely make out the words the senior shinigami was chanting, "...stop and become the rain." Isamu gasped as the lieutenant whirled, his voice rising to normal, "The sound of warring spears fills the empty castle!" An orb of crackling yellow energy gathered in his hand. "Hadou 63!"

Isamu leaped back, his eyes wide and disbelieving, "Bakudo 39, Enko-"

"RAIKOUHOU!" Mitsukake thrust one open hand towards the American and there was a brilliant blast of lambent lightning, a thunderclap shaking windows and rattling doors throughout the compound. Isamu vanished as the power struck and burst; an explosion of power sending dust and smoke billowing out with storm wind intensity.

Squad members ran to throw open windows and look outside, or come running out themselves. They gaped as they saw Mitsukake standing with a smile in front of the cloud of dust and smoke, "It ends where it began, Takeuchi! You will poison what I love; my captain, my Gotei 13, my Soul Society, no more!"

Then he leaped back as a form darted from the smoke and swung at him, a few hairs sliced from his head. Mitsukake snarled as he hit the ground, drawing his zanpakuto from his sheath.

Isamu was bare chested and his chest and arms were covered in burns; blackened flesh and blistered red skin sizzled and faint smoke rose from him here and there. His blade was in his hands and his eyes blazed. His Enkousen had taken the blast but been shattered; just enough to reduce the spell's power so that he could survive. He turned to face Mitsukake, his face contorted with pain and fury, "You cowardly sack of shit! You call yourself a shinigami? What the hell is wrong with you?"

"It will end for me soon, but I will not let you go unpunished and unchecked!" Mitsukake's face was set in an expression of grim determination. "I will kill you."

The half-breed stared at him. "What...are you even talking about? It'll end now! You just attacked a fellow shinigami with intent to kill in front of about three dozen witneses!" This didn't make sense. Yeah, Mitsukake hated him but this was breaking all kinds of laws and rules! It wasn't like him at all.

God. He hurt. But he could push it back.

"You know what? I don't care." Isamu gripped his sword's hilt with both hands, raising it high. "This has been coming a long time. But you should remember what I said back then, Mitsukake! If we cross swords, I'll break your blade!"

"Tch, 8th Seat? Talk all you like." The older man snorted, "I have enough left to dispatch you, gaijin mongrel. Inject, Kamori!"

"Bring him to his knees, Hitoshirezu Daimyo!"

Hanataro gaped as the two men charged and the ring of steel on steel rang out in a place where it was utterly foreign. "We...we should do something!"

Jun Asagiri quailed behind him. Mitsukake-fukutaichou...what was he doing? "B-but, all the officers are gone, on tasks assigned by h-him...or at that meeting...what can we do?"

Hanataro turned and ran towards the entrance to the Squad's compound, "Come on, we-we'll find someone who can help!"

"Who?"

"Anyone!"

 

[HookerBoots]

With a grimace, Hanataro pushed open another door. "Hello? Anyone?" he called, wishing he didn't sound so tremulous. It was a truism, but in this case, spot on, that you never found anyone when you needed them. Strange how empty Squad Three's barracks were at this time of day. The dark-haired young man sighed, his shoulders sagging. He'd have to head to Squad Two, since Jun-san had gone to Squad Five, and Soi Fon-taicho was always looking at him in . . . wait.

He turned, hearing a sound, and saw a tall, slender young man that he recognized. "Oh, thank god! Kira-san, please come with me!"

An unaccustomed smile had been on Kira's lips, and it fell almost as soon as he saw Hanataro. Behind him, Hinamori peered around his shoulder, her eyes curious as a giggle died on her lips. "What is it, Yamada-san?" the newest member of Squad Three asked, squaring his shoulders.

Shifting his healing bag, Hanataro shook his head. "I'll explain as we go, please, both of you, I need your help!" He walked toward them, his steps unusually determined. They had to hurry!

A movement behind him, and he froze, feeling a presence and a reiatsu that was more than the two in front of him. "Yare, yare! Such a hurry, Yamada-kun! What's the rush?"

Hanataro turned again, bowing deeply to Gin Ichimaru. "Gomen, taicho, but there's a problem in our barracks, and I need some help!"

The smile that played over the silver-haired man's face didn't change a hair. "Oh, is that so? Tell me about it, Yamada-kun, while we all head over there." He headed for the door, at a steady pace, measured and unhurried. "Come on, then, Kira-kun, Hinamori-chan. We've got to help Yamada-kun with his problems, don't we?"

~ ~ ~ ~​

Amaya tucked her hair behind her ears and sighed, leaning against the wall outside Squad Five's barracks. She'd been supposed to meet Momo and Kira here about ten minutes ago, but neither of them was here! Had they forgotten? Her lips pursed. Or maybe they were busy doing something they didn't want her to know about! Her mind turned to two different places at once: Surprise parties, and sex.

As she mused, a young woman ran up to her, breathing a little hard. "Ara! Kuragari-san! Please, come with me! Takeuchi-san, he's fighting!"

The pink-haired girl sighed and smiled tolerantly. "He's always so eager to get into fights. But who would he be fighting in Squad Four?"

"Mitsukake-fukutaicho! Please, you have to help me stop them!"

She wasn't sure what she could do, but hearing that Isamu was fighting his long-time nemesis and someone who was that far over his rank made her heart drop to her stomach. She felt that tingle from the sword again, that she'd been able to figure out meant something to do with luck, and heard a mild voice from next to her. "Oh, my. That's no good - he could kill him!"

Both girls looked, and gasped, "Aizen-taicho!" Jun bowed low, her fingers trembling. "Please, Aizen-taicho, come with me! You can stop them, you have to!"

As they moved as a group towards the neighboring Squad's housing, Amaya looked at the brown-haired captain. "Aizen-taicho, you don't really think . . . that Mitsukake-fukutaicho would kill Takeuchi-san, do you?"

"That wasn't what I meant," he said softly, his eyes worried behind his glasses. "Mitsukake-san is changing, slowly, into a normal human. Takeuchi-san could kill him, depending on how advanced the process is."

~ ~ ~ ~​

It had been more of a fight that Mitsukake had thought it would be. Even weakened as he was, the gaijin was strong, and had practiced more recently than he himself had. But years, decades, of training were helping him counter the differences of youth and the slow leeching of power that he'd been feeling.

Their swords - though that was using the term loosely - weren't meeting very often. The hammer that Isamu used was made for strong, powerful strikes; the rapier-like blade of Kamori was good for thrusting and sliding under guard. They had danced around each other, only attacking when they felt the motion could go unpunished or unchecked.

Regardless, Isamu had a few holes poked in his hide, blood leaking from them. The areas around those pin-point holes were numb, and he was vaguely aware that letting Mitsukake stab him anywhere he needed to fight would be a very, very bad idea. As it stood, however, the areas were mostly where he'd been burned, which helped dull the pain somewhat. The older man had several cuts as well, and his healer training told him he probably had a broken rib or two. It didn't matter.

There was a moment of hesitation as they both heard running feet heading towards them, but in that moment, the difference in their reaction times was revealed. As Mitsukake moved, trying to shield himself from Isamu's hammer crashing in, he interposed his sword between his body and the head of the hammer in a classic block. The thin blade wasn't made for that kind of motion, and as he watched, horrified, the Western-style hammer crashing into and through his sword.

Left holding the two, now separate, pieces of his sword, the older man looked down as the anesthetic he'd put into it drained out in a clear stream, the hand holding the hilt piece going numb as the fluid poured over it. "No," he whispered, feeling the break in the sword as keenly as if it had been his own leg that he held now. This was part of his soul, part of his essence, and it had . . . this dangerous, mad monster of a man had broken it.

Holding both of the broken shards of his blade, one in either hand, Mitsukake looked at Isamu, his reason lost in rage and near-insane hatred. "You white devil! I'll kill you, I'll send you to hell!" he yelled, throwing himself at the young man as the two groups running in met in the doorway of the courtyard, seven sets of eyes wide and staring for a moment at the sheer mad anger pouring off of Squad Four's vice-captain.

 

[Armphid]

Isamu had felt the reiatsu of the others appear, including two powerful if restrained ones that could only belong to senior officers. Had Captain Unohana returned? But it didn't matter; the fight was right in front of him. The fight was everything.

Mitsukake was hurling himself forward like a living javelin, each hand holding a half of his broken blade. He wasn't defending at all, wide open, not caring what happened as long as he could kill Isamu. "You white devil! I'll kill you, I'll send you to hell!"

"Only if we go," Isamu stepped to the left and swung his hammer with a hard, baseball style swing even as he felt the shattered blade in Mitsukake's right hand sink deep into his left shoulder, "together!"

The blow, enhanced by Kokuo no Te, blew Mitsukake across the training area to slam hard into the wall of one of the treatment centers. The wall cracked from the impact and the burly shinigami's mouth opened in a cry that was strangled by a gout of bright crimson that burst suddenly from his mouth.

Isamu staggered back, red pumping from the hollow tube of the broken zanpakuto now jutting from his body. It didn't hurt, the remaining anesthetic numbing his body. That nothing feeling was creeping through his left side now...if it reached his heart, that would be it. "T-time to finish this then."

Mitsukake fell forward from the wall, barely catching his feet. He could feel his power leeching away now, actually feel himself growing weaker and heavier. Using it in battle must accelerate the toxin's effects. "Yes." He lifted a shaking hand, "Hadou 31! Shakkahou!"

At the same moment, Isamu threw his hands forward, "Hadou 33! Soukatsui!" Blue flames burst froth from him in a roaring wave, flaring out towards the shining red ball of power that Mitsukake had thrown.

"Dankuu," a calm voice spoke firmly. Between the two spells a thin, glowing wall of transparent energy appeared. It was struck by the attacks on either side but barely even shook as the power of the kidou was wasted upon it. Aizen lowered his hand, "That's enough. This fight is over."

"Ahh, such a killjoy, Aizen-taichou!" Ichimaru shrugged, "Now we won't know who would'a won."

"Only the cruel would care to have sen any outcome that would result, Gin," Aizen responded in a clear rebuke.

"...Ara, I'm not your lieutenant anymore, Aizen-san." Ichimaru's smile was slightly smaller and his eyes had slid open just a hair. "Don't think things are that way anymore."

Mitsukake swore, "Not over yet! I don't care who says it, I'll kill him!"

He lunged forward again, only for his approach to be halted as he raised his broken sword blade and hilt to stop an incoming blade. Kira stared bleakly back into the face of his former superior, pushing the man back into a corps-a-corps. "I will not let you raise your sword again against my friend, fukutaichou. This fight ends now, one way or another."

Behind him, Amaya and Momo had reached Isamu. The pink haired girl had slipped beneath his now numbed left arm to support him, Momo grunting as she yanked the top half of Mitsukake's sword from his body. "Yamada-san, Asagiri-san, Takeuchi-kun needs healing now, please!"

"He'll have it." The voice was a new one. Everyone looked up in sudden shock, save for Aizen and Ichimaru, as there was a blur of motion and the area was suddenly full of the black-clad members of the Punishment Squad. Soi Fon herself had appeared behind Mitsukake, her sword drawn and slid to rest against his throat, "And so will you; you must be whole before the end." She glanced over at Isamu, her cold eyes speculative, but only for a heartbeat before she spoke again to Squad 4's lieutenant, "Surrender yourself or it will come now." Kira stepped back but he did not sheathe his sword.

"Mitsukake-fukutaichou!" Retsu Unohana blurred into sight as well. Her lovely face was stunned and horrified; her eyes disbelieving. "What...why have you done this?"

The broken weapon fell from Mitsukake's hand to clatter on the ground. "To do as I have always done, Unohana-taichou. To serve you, and the Gotei 13, and Squad 4, with all the power and time I have left. I...have no regrets."

Soi Fon slid her sword away, "Unohana-taichou, he'll need attention before we can take him."

Unohana nodded, "Yes, of course. I'll take care of him here." She looked Isamu over and there was a slight wince that slid over her face, barely noticable. "Yamada-san, Asagiri-san, please take him inside. Koutetsu-san will be here shortly to heal him, but please both of you keep him from getting worse."

Isamu shook his head, "Don'...can't go yet, I don't understand...why..." Amaya and Momo moved to either side of him, grabbing hold and hauling him towards the nearest treatment building. He wanted to protest but it was hard to speak. Hard to even stay awake. His eyes kept trying to clo-

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Mitsukake, fully healed and dressed in a plain white robe, stood with his head down and hands bound before him in the center of the massive room. Around him were main tiered seats, each with a screen emblazoned with the kanji for various numbers on them. On either side of her were masked men in ornate purple and red robes, each holding a tether that led and connected to a collar fitted around the big man's neck.

"The sentence is passed. No human may have shinigami powers, that is the law, and so Myou Mitsukake, former fukutaichou of Squad 4 of the Gotei 14 will be executed." The voice came from behind a screen that read "42." "The prisoner may now speak, if he has a wish to add to the record."

Mitsukake raised his head, "I do. I wish to say that...even this way, it is an honor to have been before the Central 46. I revere and obey the law, and accept this just punishment."

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Isamu grunted as he got to his feet. He wasn't really supposed to be getting up, according to Isane, but hell. He'd been a healer. He'd know if he shouldn't be moving yet, right?

His upper body was swathed in bandages; the healing spells woven into them and salves slathered onto them going to work on his burns. That was one area of medicine where Soul Society was way beyond the Human World. Back there, he'd have lost all of that skin and had to get grafts.

"Takeuchi-san!" He turned to see Hanataro trotting up, "You're not supposed to be up yet! Koutetsu-san is-"

"Worrying a little too much," he cut the timid man off. "I'm all right to just walk around a little. I won't do anything strenuous, I promise. I just want to get some air, that's all."

"Well...well, if that's all then." Hanataro followed Isamu as he moved slowly out into the nearby courtyard. The American took a deep breath, wincing a bit, but filling his lungs. "God, that feels good."

A sudden light drew his eye. Turning, he and Hanataro both gaped at the sight of a flaming bird that was hovering over the highest point inside the Seireitei. It beat it's wings and bent forward, pushing forward as if into something...and then was gone. "...What the hell was that?"

"Th-the execution," Hanataro said with a sigh.

"Execution? For who? And why?"

Hanataro nibbled his lower lip, "Well, um, th-this is what I've heard..."

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"You're sure of this?" Ukitake was rubbing his chin with one hand, frowning. The white haired man had been in a grim, uncharacteristic mood since yesterday's execution.

"Yes," Kurosaki nodded and tapped a report lying on the table between himself and other captains present. He shook his head, "Our scouts have confirmed. Spearfinger's gone to the Human World."

Tousen made a thoughtful sound, "Having feasted on a lieutenant, the beast likely thinks to raise his power on souls there before trying on a captain." The dark skinned man shifted his shoulders. "We should be resolute and prepare for its return."

"Normally I'd agree, but after what happened...we can't risk this thing coming back." Kurosaki rolled up the paper and stuck back inside his kosode. "We need to kill it before it gets any stronger. Before it comes back here."

"Going after it, huh?" Captain Kyouraku shook his head. "Good idea, not that I'd want to do it. Don't go alone, Kurosaki-san. It's dangerous."

Kurosaki almost smiled, "I'm not out of practice like...well, anyway, I won't be alone. I've already drawn up a list of who my team will be. People with experience in the Human World that can watch my back."

 

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Amaya tapped her fingers along the hilt of her sword. She'd been waiting forever. At least, it seemed that way. The door slid open, and Isamu blinked at her from the doorway. "Ah! Ohayo, Isamu-kun!" she said brightly, looking behind him as well. There was no one there, and she sank back down on her heels. "I didn't know you were called here too."

She stood up quickly, walking over to where he was and shutting the door behind him, then grabbing his arm gently and walking with him to where she'd been sitting. He looked at her, both amused and a little sour. "Amaya-chan, I'm healed. Even Unohaha-taicho says so! I'm not an invalid."

The pink-haired girl looked at him, her eyes unreadable. "Isamu-kun, you were . . . I mean, I've never seen you so hurt, and I . . . I haven't gotten a chance to fuss and fret, you know." She sighed as they both settled in on the tatami, her hand reaching out to squeeze his. "Gomen. I know you're not still hurt, but we haven't, you know, since the fight, and I . . . ."

He squeezed her hand back. "Don't worry, gorgeous. I'll show you tonight how healthy I am, all right?" His grin was a little lascivious, stopping just short of a leer. The door slid open again, and Kaien, Hitsugaya, and Isshin Kurosaki walked in. Both of the lower-ranked shinigami sprang to their feet, bowing formally.

"Ah, right!" Isshin smiled broadly at them as he moved to the other side of the desk. "Everyone's here, excellent." He looked at the four on the far side of his desk and nodded. "Well, you're all - with the exception of Hitsugaya-san - wondering why you're here."

Kaien cleared his throat. "I have a suspicion, sir, but I'd rather know for certain." He glanced at the others in a line with him, then smirked recklessly. "If it's what I think, it'll be a interesting group."

Isshin clasped his hands behind his back. "I have arranged a mission to the human world, to eliminate the Hollow known as 'Spearfinger'. Those of you not in my squad, I have requested, and received, permission from your captains to take you with me." Kaien nodded as though it were what he'd expected, then looked as subtly as he could at Hitsugaya. Everyone in the Gotei 13 knew about him, but few knew what he could do.

"It's an honor to be selected, Kurosaki-taicho," Amaya said, bowing deeply. Isamu just looked for a moment.

The captain of Squad Ten looked back, his gaze steady. "This is, of course, something you are being asked to do, all of you. Takeuchi-san, are you all right with going after this creature, who has caused you so much trouble?"

A feral grin split the young man's face. "Taicho, I would be more than happy to go after it. Maybe I can help give back some of the trouble it's given me."

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Shifting her bag slightly, Amaya tried to resist the urge to lean against the wall near Squad 12's Senkaimon facility. It wouldn't do to look tired; she and Isamu were the most junior officers on this trip, no matter how recently Toshiro had been promoted, and that meant they had to toe the line very firmly.

Which was why she was here before the others, after having spent a . . . thrillingly sleepless night with Isamu, and packing in a furious rush before hugging Rukia and dashing out of the barracks. Legitimately, she could have waited and walked here with Kaien, but it . . . seemed wrong, to wait like that while he said goodbye to Miyako-san.

She heard footsteps down the street and straightened up even more, then relaxed almost imperceptibly when the diminutive form of Toshiro Hitsugaya marched down the street towards her. "Ohayoo gozaimasu, Hitsugaya-san," she said politely, bowing a little.

He returned her bow in kind. "I suppose, if you like mornings," he said, then sighed. "Gomen nasai, Kuragari-san. I'm in a bad mood - Matsumoto-fukutaicho spent half the night trying to persuade me to let her come along instead of me." He ran a hand through his spiky white hair. "She was nice enough, but her insistence was . . . tiresome."

"I'm sure she's just worried about you," Amaya said, trying not to sound like she knew exactly why Rangiku would have wanted to come along. The shopping, god, always the shopping. "But in any case, It's good, isn't it, to have won such a coveted spot on this trip?"

He nodded, looking off into the distance a little, hands tucked into the sleeves of his kosode as though he were cold. Having talked with Momo about his powers, maybe he was. "It is an honor." He looked at the busty girl, who was staring the way he had come, her fingers toying with the silver necklace she was wearing. "Kuragari-san?" he asked in a tone that surprised her. He sounded almost frightened. "You've been to the real world before, correct? Is it . . . what's it like?"

As she looked at him, her head tilted to one side, she realized that in spite of his power and position, he was quite worried and scared about this trip. "Oh, it's really quite nice," she said quickly, her eyes almost glowing as she remembered the trip to Tokyo. "The people are pretty nice, and they're pretty cooperative." She grinned. "You'll have to try some of the food, too! There's so much variety there, and it's just . . . it's different, but not bad at all."

Her enthusiasm seemed to have given him some comfort, and he nodded. "That sounds . . . yes, thank you, Kuragari-san. I've never been, so I was curious what to expect." They both looked up as two tall figures rounded a corner.

"Ara! Kuragari, you didn't wait for me!" Kaien dropped his bag on the ground and put his hands on his hips. "We could have walked together, but instead, I had to walk with your boyfriend!"

Isamu raised one eyebrow. "Kaien-san, you appeared at my door, asking if she was there, and when she wasn't, insisted we walk together." The American turned to the other two. "Good morning, both of you. Hitsugaya-kun, you're not trying to pick her up, are you? She's too old for you!" he teased.