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Isamu grinned at her a moment and then sighed, "I really hoped to put that conversation off until the morning at least. But I know we need to figure it out sooner rather than later." Part of him was still aggravated. Couldn't they just enjoy the moment? But she was smarter than him and he knew it, so this was something that was probably necessary.

He looked at her for a few moments without speaking, putting his thoughts and words together. She was watching him; her green eyes warm but serious and even a little worried. She was gnawing on a rice cracker in the most adorable way; the snack clenched in her delicate fingers and just her upper lip moving on the top rim of the baked treat. "God, you're cute," he said with a wide smile. Her blush was gratifying. "It's nice to just finally be able to say it." He took a breath and looked into his untouched cup of tea. "Amaya-chan, I love you." It was still an effort to say it but less so. "I want us to be together, as much as we can be. If that means we're official, that's fine with me. But I...want to be your man. Now, and, though I'm getting ahead of things, for as long as I have."

"Isamu-kun...I want that too." Amaya's face was flushed again; he really wanted her to be his that way? She was clumsy and always trouble but he...he really loved her and wanted her. It was all so like a dream. She tipped her head up and kissed him softly on the lips, "I want to be your girl."

"You are then, Amaya-chan. You, and no one else."

"Mm." She giggled at that and then sighed, "It feels so good to hear you say that." He meant it, she knew. He didn't say things he didn't mean. It could be difficult at times but now she was glad for it. She winked at him, "But it's too bad...I'll have to stop playing with Rangiku-san."

He blinked. "Stop what with who?" Oh, God. Just the thought of those two...holy shit.

"And I never got to seduce Kuchiki-san like I wanted either." She mused for a moment. "And I bet Rangiku-san would like to get her hands on you too. She will once I tell her about tonight and just how...oh, Isamu-kun, how fucking great you are in bed! And-"

"Wait, wait." There was too much that his mind was trying to process. Her words, the images they were conjuring, and a sudden idea. An idea that was...he couldn't say it. He just couldn't. "You want to...with Kuchiki-san? And...and others?"

She nodded vigorously, "Hai, of course! Don't you?" He blushed deeply and sputtered but nodded. "It's too bad, in a way. Although...hmm." She thought a moment and then tilted her head. "What if...we could be together but still play with other people too?"

"I...can't believe what I'm hearing," he blinked again. "Are you saying you want an...I don't even know the words for it."

"An open relationship." Isamu looked like those words almost knocked him over. "I've read about them in some of Rangiku-san and Kuchiki-san's manga." Amaya smiled as she looked up at Isamu. Aww, he was shocked! It was so cute! "That way we could be together but still...you know."

He picked up his tea and took a drink. This was...it was crazy. But at the same time, it was a very appealing idea. "But Amaya-chan...I don't want you to feel like..."

"Isamu-kun." Her tone was frank and a bit amused, "You know I've been with others and I know you have too. Does that change how you feel about me?"

"No, of course not."

"Right, and it's the same for me." She shivered, "I felt bad about you and Isane-san because I thought...that you loved her and not me. But since you and she were just fucking, like she and I did in the Human World, then that's okay. Because I know you love me." He loved her; it was still so new and so shockingly wonderful! She looked up at him, "So if you want to have sex with her again, I'd be okay with it. Or with someone new. Just so long as...as you came back to me and still loved me."

Isamu considered that for a few moments. It's true, he did know Amaya had been with other guys and with girls too. Before that had bothered him but when he thought about it now it didn't have that bitter tinge. It was even...hot to think about. "So...we'll be together but not officially?" She nodded. "And both be free to have sex with others?" She nodded. "But we'll get together as much as we can, to just be with each other socially, and to...uh,-"

"To fuck," she finished for him. "Oh, yes, we will, Isamu-kun. I can't tell you how...just how good it felt to be with you." She licked her lips and wriggled against him, "It was the best, just amazing! But yes. We'll still train together and go out with the others. But we'll go out with just us too. And whenever we can, we'll meet up to spend the nights together."

He nodded. "I think we can try it and see how it goes. On one condition." Her emerald eyes looked up at him curiously, "That we, well, that we tell each other about...I mean, if something happens with someone else, we tell each other about it."

She let out a soft "ooh" and then giggled, "Pervert. You just want to hear sexy stories about me."

He laughed, "Can you blame me?"

"Hee! No...because," she blushed, "I'd like to hear about you too. Like with Isane-san, I'd love to hear what she was like and...oh, just thinking about it..." She squirmed as she felt a familiar heat in her start to grow. "I like that idea! It'll keep it fun and honest. And really, really hot!"

"Hell, yes." Isamu shifted a bit and grabbed Amaya more firmly about the waist before pulling her onto his lap. She kicked her heels and squealed, one arm going around his neck, the other carefully keeping her cup from sloshing hot tea on him. "If you want, I can even tell you about the girls I've been with since I've known you. Especially if you're going to seduce Kuchiki-san, I can give you some pointers."

"You and Kuchiki-san?" Amaya blinked and then laughed, "Ha! That's what she wanted to tell me earlier! Hee hee! She'll be so shocked when she finds out I know!" It was also a very nice line of thought. Rukia was so small; imagine how she's look with him on top of her, with his big, hard-

She shook her head, not now. Isamu cuddled her close to him and sighed, "You know, now that I think about it...having a relationship like this is good for another reason." He grimaced, "I've heard that shinigami who are in relationships are considered "untouchable" as candidates for promotion."

Amaya nodded, "You're right. That's one reason I suggested this." She smiled winsomely, "Kaien-dono said once that he was glad he met Miyako-san after becoming fukutaicho or he never would have been given that rank." She leaned into him, resting her head on his chest, "I thought he was just being silly but when I asked Miyako-san about it, she said it was true. She said it makes them think you have divided loyalties or priorities or something."

Isamu sighed and kissed the top of her head, "Asinine. But since we both have higher ambitions..."

"Mmhmm," she agreed. "So, that's how it'll be. Are you okay with that, Isamu-kun?"

"I am, if you are." He grinned down at her. "I'm still your man."

"And I'm still your girl. And all the rest..."

"Are just fun for us to make each other hot and bothered with," he finished. "And, you know, fun to screw."

"Oh, I know," she smiled.
 
Isamu yawned, pulling her body closer to his as he did so. "Well, gorgeous, what do you say? Time for us to sleep?" He looked down at her smiling face, those green eyes so filled with affection. "I know I'm tired - some hot young thing wore me out."

She giggled. "Yes, time to sleep." Amaya swung her legs around, tucking them underneath her body as she squirmed to lay the right way on his futon. "And I'll wear you out any time you need to get to sleep, Isamu-kun," she cooed, fluttering her eyelashes at him as she sprawled back on her elbows. "Come to bed, love, and we'll curl up and sleep. Tomorrow . . . we have training with Kuchiki-san, right?"

"If I remember right," he said, going around and blowing out the lamps that lit the small room. "But we both have things earlier in the day - I've got some reports to fill out, otherwise Hisagi-fukutaicho will be upset." And that made him think about other things - he'd have to apologize to his vice-captain. Not that he was comfortable at all with the entire idea of doing it. But he had made assumptions that were incorrect, and had been disrespectful. If Hisagi had wanted to, he could have written up a report about it, and that would make it a lot harder to get promoted. But the other man hadn't, as far as Isamu knew. An apology would be . . . . Isamu blinked. "Huh?"

"I said," Amaya said in an amused voice, "that you should stop worrying and come to bed." She patted the futon next to her. "You can think about whatever you need to in the morning. Or at least laying down."

Isamu blinked again. He hadn't realized that he was standing near the window, lost in thought. "Of course, Amaya-chan. I don't know what came over me." He padded over to the bed, slipping in next to her and pulling the covers over both of them before turning onto his side and wrapping his arms around her. "You feel . . . amazing," he breathed, resting his head on her shoulder for a moment.

One slender hand came up and stroked the side of his face. "So do you. I never thought we would ever have this."

Another broad yawn came over Isamu, and he nestled his head against her shoulder. "We both got really lucky."

~ ~ ~ ~​

The sun wasn't quite up when Amaya hurriedly wrapped herself in her robe, kissed Isamu fiercely, and slipped out of Squad Nine's area. The pre-dawn light was dim, and she was glad of it - it reduced the chances of her being seen by someone who would be likely to call her behavior and dress into question.

About five minutes before wake-up, she slipped the door of the room she and Rukia shared open slowly, careful not to make too much noise as she snuck over to her futon and lay down. As she tucked herself in, she head a rustle from the other side of the room.

"You didn't come back last night," a rich voice said from the other futon. "I guess the date went well?"

Amaya flushed and opened one eye to see Rukia sitting up slightly, an amused smile on her lips. She thought about trying to bluff her way through it, but then just smiled blissfully. "It went very well. Twice."

The petite girl made an appreciative noise. "So I take it you two are an item now?"

"Nope."

Amaya could hear the surprise in the silence that followed. "What? I mean, you both . . . and . . . what?"

The pink-haired girl sat up. "Isamu-kun and I both . . . have ambitions. And we both know that it's far harder to get promoted if you're involved with someone. So we're going to be with each other unofficially, which means we'll still be able to, ah, have fun with other people." Her face was red, and she knew it. But she also had a great view of Rukia's assets from this angle, so it was worth the embarrassment.

Another moment of stunned silence. "Well. That makes a great deal of sense, really." Rukia shrugged and sat up, the sheets falling to her waist as she tugged her knees to her chest. "So, since you can still play, Amaya-chan, who's your first target?"

Amaya smiled and leaned back on her futon, hands tucked under her head. "I . . . haven't decided yet." She glanced over at the dark-haired shinigami. "I suppose I'll see what situations come up."
 
It was an hour past dawn but Hisagi had already been up and working for three. He hadn't been able to sleep well last night. As much as he knew he was right in the way he'd handled yesterday's encounter with Takeuchi, it left a bad taste in his mouth. He hardly knew the kid at all but he liked him already. Plus, if this soured relationships between them he might never learn to play the guitar!

The punk looking lieutenant sighed and pushed away a stack of papers. With as little as Captain Tousen delegated, most of today's work was already accomplished. He grimaced at his out box and sighed.

Two sharp raps sounded on the frame of his door, "Come in." The screen slid aside to reveal Takeuchi, the American holding a sheaf of papers. "Takeuchi..."

"Hai. Good morning, Hisagi-fukutaichou." His wind styled auburn hair was brushed back over his shoulders and he gave a nod. "I've finished the work from yesterday. Everything on the practice field seems to be intact, except for a few of the dummies."

Hisagi blinked. "...Did you do it this morning?" He took the offered papers and flipped through them. "Thorough. Hmm. You want to keep the defective dummies."

Takeuchi nodded. "I think it'll be interesting to use them to test some of the members and how they deal with the unexpected." He shrugged, "Particularly if they think no one's watching."

The punk grinned, "Clever. It would be a way to see who's stand up and who'd try and cover it up."

Isamu nodded, "Exactly, sir. And then we can use that to better apply personnel."

Hisagi thought for a moment. "Put together a proposal and get it to me."

The American nodded again, "Hai." Then he took a deep breath. "Hisagi-fukutaichou, about yesterday-"

"You don't need to say anything," Hisagi cut him off. "I understand how you felt."

"With all due respect, sir, I do. I was wrong." Isamu bowed. "And a man admits his mistakes where I'm from, sir. I apologize." He straightened up, "Amaya-chan and I have talked it over as well."

"You did?" He blinked. "Well. Congratulations, Takeuchi-san. When's the wedding?"

The American grinned and winked, "Oh, no, sir. We have a...different sort of understanding. Given our ambitions and such." His smile grew even more wolfish, "I'm sure Kuragari-chan would love to hear from you again too, sir."

Hisagi blinked several more times. Was he hearing right? "Takeuchi-san, are you saying that...and you're okay with..." Before Isamu could comment, there was a soft clearing of the throat from the hallway. Standing a few feet from Isamu was the tall, lean form of Captain Tousen. "Tousen-taichou!"

Both men snapped to attention but Tousen just shook his head, "I'm sorry, Hisagi-fukutaichou, Takeuchi-san but I overheard." The blind eyes looked into Isamu's face, dead white behind the Captain's goggles. "Takeuchi-san...you said that...a man admits his mistakes."

"Yes, sir."

The captain nodded. "I am sure now, more than ever, that I made the right decision in bringing you here." He started to walk by, "Soon, perhaps, we will have to talk about your sword." The dark skinned man continued to walk on, leaving the other two behind.

They stared after him for a moment. Then Hisagi smiled, "The captain is a man who values integrity. So do I." Then he turned, "So, let's talk about setting up those guitar lessons, huh? Hey! That reminds me...how would you feel about writing a column for Seireitei Communication?"

~~~~~~~~~​

"He wants you to what?" Momo blinked. "But you're only 10th Seat!"

Isamu shrugged, "It seemed strange to me too." The group was sitting on the banks of one of the rivers that flowed through the Seireitei, eating lunch together. Amaya, Rukia, and Kira were there as well, the two women bickering good naturedly over a proposed snack trade while Kira gloomily stared at the river passing by. "But I guess he's always looking for more things for the paper, especially since a lot of the other fukutaichou don't get their reports and articles in on time."

Momo looked thoughtful. "It's a great way to spread your name around among the higher-ups, I guess. What will you write about?"

A ghost of a smile crossed Kira's features. Isamu opened his mouth to speak but Kira answered for him, "What else? His politics. How he thinks Soul Society is and how it should be." The sad faced young man looked over at his estranged friend, "Right?"

Isamu quirked his eyebrows, "Still mad at you, Kira. But yeah, you got it."

"Fool," Rukia sniffed. "Putting those crazy ideas where everyone can see them? You'll get demoted for sure."

He grinned at her, "Tousen-taichou won't care about that as long as I do my work and advance justice. Which is exactly what I'll be doing in the column, so he'll have my back all the way."

Momo tilted her head to the side, "I wonder..." Then she shook her head, "Well, I'll hope it's a big success. What are you going to call it?"

"I Hate It Here."

~~~~~~~~~​

Isamu sat back on a green hillock. Rukia was standing next to him, fidgeting with her sword in her sash. Amaya, having lost this session's flash-step tag match was off getting drinks for them. Rukia glanced down at Isamu, her cheeks flushing, and then looked away.

He glanced up at her. "Why do you keep doing that? You haven't been able to look at me straight all...oh. Oh, ho." His own cheeks colored a bit but he grinned his feral smile all the same, "Amaya-chan told you." Her blush deepened and he laughed, "Don't answer, Kuchiki-san, it's on your face."

"Fool, you're blushing too," she snapped. Then she tossed her hair and sniffed disdainfully. "I do know about what happened and your...arrangement. It's just a shame, that's all, that your strange Western ideas would pollute a sweet girl like Kuragari-chan."

"It was her idea." He could feel her staring at him as he leaned back and tucked his hands behind his head. "I thought I was crazy when she first suggested it." He grinned impudently at the stunned Rukia, "So, since you know the arrangement...what are you doing later?"

"You...you foolish fool!"

Amaya blurred back onto the hillock, "Kuchiki-san, Isamu-kun, I've got the-huh?" She blinked as Isamu dashed by, laughing maniacally as Rukia raced after him. "...Are we starting again so soon?"
 
With a heavy sigh, Amaya leaned on the shaft of the naginata she was fighting with. "Honestly, Ayasegawa-san, I don't know why you keep making me do these exercises."

The pretty man shrugged, brushing a stray strand of hair from his face as he held his Fuji Kujaku in one hand. "It makes me feel better to watch you get all exerted." A small smile passed over his face. "You're pretty enough, Kuragari-san, so now you have to work on getting stronger."

She looked at him sourly, her fingers clenching on the handle before turning to the training dummy. This was one that she recognized - it was something that was used to drain spiritual pressure that was fed to it, and had a capacity gauge on it. When it got close to full, usually about three-quarters of the way up, Yumichika declared her warm-up over. "Very well, Ayasegawa-san." Amaya hefted the spear again, and peered at the gauge. Another twenty minutes, at least.

"That's right, Kuragari-san. And then you'll get to spar with Ikkaku."

"Lucky me," she muttered. The air around her felt a little different as she gripped the spear tightly, and Amaya paused for a moment, unsure of what the feeling was. But it didn't feel bad, so she gritted her teeth and prepared for the draining feeling of hitting the dummy.

Instead of what she was used to, as the blade hit the construct and she grunted with effort, the dummy exploded. She heard a voice behind her yell, "Enkosen!" and a glowing disc appeared between her and the explosion. The noise of the parts of the dummy hitting the shield was audible even as she hit the ground.

Just as suddenly as the shield went up, it came down, and there was the sound of running feet. Yumichika knelt beside her, one hand turning her head this way and that. "You look all right," he muttered, "but if you tell anyone I cast that kido, I'll make sure your face is never the same."

She coughed. "No problem, sir." A weak smile beamed up at him. "Keeping it a secret is the least I can do." She blinked as Ikkaku's face appeared between her eyes and the clear sky overhead. "Good afternoon, Madarame-san."

He looked down at her, eyebrows drawn down in a scowl. "What happened?"

Yumichika said mildly, "She broke the dummy."

"What? How?" Ikkaku looked from her to his friend to the remains of the dummy. "Did she use kido or some shit?"

"I think," Yumichika said, "that she overloaded its capacity." He stood up and walked over to the debris, picking up the gauge. "Yes," he said slowly, turning it over in his hands. "That's what happened. One hit and she over-filled it."

Ikkaku grabbed the machinery from his friend, and studied it intently before tossing it aside and grinning madly. "Excellent! You're not hurt, right?"

Amaya sat up. "I don't think so, sir." As his eyes started to shine, she realized that was the wrong answer.

"Great! Come on, we're going to fight! You've gotten stronger, I can tell just by looking at you!" He started to limber up, which turned into a version of his infamous 'Lucky Dance'. "I've been waiting forever for you to get stronger! What changed?"

"Nothing!" She was stretching as well, knowing that once he was limber, the fight would start, whether she was ready or not.

Yumichika cleared his throat. "I heard that a certain pink-haired shinigami was seen leaving a certain half-breed's room two nights ago - well, morning, really." He looked at his nails, then up at her. "You may want to consider a kerchief for your hair - that color is so . . . unique."

Ikkaku snorted. "So you and Takeuchi finally did it. That explains the increase in power. Grow, Houzukimaru!" He braced himself, taking a battle stance. "You know the drill, princess. Seal, release, and show me your passion!"

~ ~ ~ ~​

". . . and the purpose is to create accord on both sides, without either side discovering the disadvantages." Amaya put her pen down and looked expectantly at Miyako. "Is that right?"

The older woman nodded. "Exactly right. You're doing very well with this, Kuragari-chan." She stretched both legs out in front of herself. "Better than most of our squad members, really." A smirk passed over her face. "Kaien never got it this fast - that's why I'm the negotiator, and he's . . . well, you've met him."

Amaya giggled, then put on a straight face. "So what's next, Miyako-dono?"

"Next? Lunch." With a grin, the dark-haired woman peered over Amaya's shoulder. "And here it comes now."

Amaya craned her neck around and saw Kaien and Rukia approaching, each of them with two bento boxes in their hands. "Ah, just in time," the vice-captain said with a grin, setting the boxes down and flopping onto the floor next to his wife.

"As usual," she said, kissing his cheek. "I didn't think you'd need to conscript Rukia-chan into helping you, though."

Rukia set her boxes down and blushed lightly. "It's all right, Miyako-dono. I don't mind helping, and Amaya-chan and I have training together after lunch anyway."

"Your favorite show?" Miyako asked, glancing at her husband. He just grinned and handed her one of the lacquered boxes. She sighed and opened it. "Oooh, a Chappy the Rabbit bento! You're forgiven."

Amaya opened hers and smiled. "Yay! I got Yuki-chan!"

~ ~ ~ ~​

Rukia walked into their room and stopped, staring for a second before covering her eyes. "Really, Amaya-chan, it's indecent to walk around like that."

"What?" The naked girl smiled from where she was leaning back on her pillow, reading a textbook. "Don't be silly, Rukia-chan. I don't have anything you haven't seen before, and we're both girls."

The dark-haired girl sighed. "Yes, but you have so much more of it than I do." She slid the screen shut and walked over to her own bed. "And what if I'd been . . . I don't know, Ukitake-taicho?"

Amaya turned the page. "Ukitake-taicho wouldn't mind the view, I bet. And he would have knocked."

Rukia blushed. "All right, that's a valid point. What about Kaien-dono?"

"He wouldn't have minded the view either." Amaya smirked and glanced up from her book. "It's really quite nice, Rukia-chan. Cool and pleasant. Are you suuuuuuure you don't want to try it too?" The pink-haired girl crossed her legs tailor-style and rested the open book on her thighs, hiding most of her torso. "I promise I'll never tell Kuchiki-taicho."

There was a moment of silence, and Rukia sighed. "Well, if you're going to be so insistent."
 
Squad 8 members fled from the courtyard; some panicked and screaming, others just looking resigned. From the courtyard itself came a strange, colliding, mish-mash of horrific sounds, hitting together and twisting madly, the scream of tortured souls to be sure.

Isamu sighed as the sound died away, lowering his guitar. "Well, it's obvious that some of you haven't been practicing." Hisagi held the guitar Isamu had played back at the party, the lean, scarred man looking at ease with the instrument. "Hisagi-fukutaichou and I have been practicing together, so it's not us."

Nemu Kurotsuchi sat behind the drum kit and tilted her head to one side slightly. The American shivered, man, she was hot and all but she was still creepy. "And not Kurotsuchi-fukutaichou." Who played the drums as though she'd been doing it everyday for years. "And not Abarai, who's freakishly good at that." Renji had insisted on being part of the band, and the others agreed based solely on the strength of his punk looks. What no one had expected was that he would be naturally talented at the keyboard.

Isamu just had to hope he never found out it was often considered a girly instrument. It was hard enough being around him right now. It just felt..weird. After what had happened, or almost happened, in the Human World...he shook his head.

"Which leaves you, Kyouraku-taichou."

The tall, broad haori clad man shrugged, "Ara, you got me, Takeuchi-kun. There's just so much to do that I haven't had time!" The others simply stared at him. The man was famous, infamous perhaps, for doing almost none of his squad's work.

"Uh, yeah, it must be tough with your schedule," Isamu said with a grimace. How the hell could they get him to practice?

Renji tapped his chin, "Taichou, don't you usually play the shamisen to harass Ise-fukutaichou?"

Kyouraku shook his head, "Not at all, I do it to serenade her and bring the joy of music to her life."

There was another few seconds of stares. Hisagi cleared his throat, "Of course, sir. Well, what if instead of the shamisen, you played your bass for her instead?" He smiled, "That way she'd also see your versatility and that you can master new skills with ease!"

"Hmm." The giant of a man considered a moment, "Good idea, Shuuhei-san! I'll start right away."

Renji nodded and then sighed, "If she finds out we suggested this to him..."

"Yeah," Isamu agreed. "It won't be pretty. But this is the only way."

~~~~~~~~~​

"So...this is the meeting? Really?" Isamu's clothes had changed. He was still wearing his hakama but he wore a very broad dull yellow sash around his waist and he wore a normal sleeved kosode, but it was draped over his bare chest like a cape rather than worn regularly. A pair of sharp angled sunglasses covered his eyes.

"Pretty much," Kira answered. The gloomy man was dressed the same way, as were all the men standing about at the mouth of an alleyway that opened onto one of the busiest streets of Rukongai's 2nd District.

Ukitake, his pale skin almost glowing in the light, smiled, "It may not be productive but everyone seems to have fun."

"Fun?" Tetsuzaemon Iba shook his head, "No way! This is about showing out manliness to the world! Here we stand like men! Dangerous, rough, uncouth, and wild!" The buzzcut lieutenant struck a pose in the street, flexing his arms and howling.

"...We're all wearing the same thing? How is that wild and uncouth?" Isamu sighed, "We just look like a bunch of idiots."

"MANLY idiots," Iba insisted.

"Oh, my." The voice was warm, rich, and melodious. The men all turned to see Retsu Unohana looking at them, a grim-faced Mistukake and blushing Isane behind her. "Konnichi wa, minna-san." Her radiant eyes took in each of them in turn. "...Are you a Glee Club of some kind?"

"N..no, taichou," Iba said, his shoulders slumping. "We're...advocates of, um, manliness."

"Oh? How interesting."

~~~~~~~~~​

Ikkaku growled as Isamu's released zanpakuto clanged aside a swinging strike from his Hozokimaru. "The hell? That was at least three inches off." The bald fighter leaped back and swung his weapon in an arc, only to almost stumble as he landed, feeling something invisible pulling at him. His eyes narrowed, "This is...a new power, isn't it?"

A smirk cut across Isamu's face for a moment, "You noticed, Madarame-san. Yes, it is." He held his hammer out in front of him, "You already know about Kokou no Te, which lets me change the effective weight of my weapon. But this power was just revealed to me after...certain events."

"After you fucked Kuragari," Ikkaku nodded. He ignored Isamu blushing and giving him a hard look. "I figured your power would grow like hers has, and I can feel that, but a new power too, huh?" It was impressive. They were both growing in might so fast now. It was exciting! Soon they'd be worth fighting for real! "What does it do?"

Isamu swung the hammer in front of him in a low arc, "I don't know how much science you know. But it creates a gravitic pull between Hitoshirezu no Daimyo and my opponent and his weapon. It's a steady pull that makes it hard for people to gain distance against me, pulls their blows out of line, and can open up their defenses too, unless they realize and compensate."

"Hnn. But this pull...it doesn't go away, does it?" Ikkaku could feel it now, even though they'd paused in the fight. Unless he put forth a bit of effort, he actually would have started slowly sliding towards Takeuchi. "Ha! Lucky you! A power that keeps people from running away so you can fight them! And I bet it'll get stronger as you do!" The maniac grin split his face again and he slid into his stance, "Let's see if it helps you now!"

Isamu grinned back, shifting his feet. "Your funeral!" Then he felt a familiar presence and his zanpakuto lowered a fraction of an inch. What was he-damn it! He barely got his weapon up to block in time as Ikkaku came howling in.

Renji Abarai stood at the edge of the practice area. Damn! He didn't know Takeuchi would be here today. Ever since that time...it was just strange to be around him. "Uh, I guess I'm early." Isamu was sweaty and panting as he was driven back by a barrage of blows from Ikkaku and it made Renji feel...he shook his head, "I'll come back later."

As he turned to leave, Ikkaku landed from a jumping strike and shot a glance at his retreating form and then at Isamu, his eyes narrowing.
 
"I hate training in the rain," Amaya muttered, swinging the katana over her head to block a blow. There was a steady, cold rain falling overhead, and her uniform was soaked almost clear through. If it weren't for the leather grip on the hilt of the sword, she probably would have lost it three times over by now.

Ikkaku grinned at her, drops of water plopping off of his nose. "No one does, but you don't get to pick what the weather is when you fight!" He swung at her, barely missing her face, and she swore softly. This wasn't going well, not at all. Another fast, hard swing came at her, and Amaya raised her blade to block it.

What she didn't expect was the feeling. Normally, when she managed to fully block one of Ikkaku's hits - which wasn't often - she could feel the jolt of force all the way up her arms. But this time, it was as if he'd stopped just when their blades met. "Why are you holding back now?" Amaya demanded, her eyebrows drawing down in a frown. The sword felt . . . funny, charged with something now.

"I'm not!" he laughed, "but your sword just glowed when I hit it. What's it doing, Kuragari?" He swung again, and sure enough, when she blocked, her blade gleamed with iridescence.

She stepped back, unsure of what was happening, but then she had to block again, and instinctively went into the proper counter for the attack he'd just made. As her sword smacked into Houzukimaru's shaft, the wooden spear seemed to shudder, and the color of the wood got darker.

Ikkaku held up a hand, pausing their battle as he studied his weapon. "Huh. It looks like it's . . . aging." As he focused on it, the His eyes went to her blade, and narrowed. "And your sword's not glowing anymore." A slow, maniac grin spread over his face. "You got a new power too! Brilliant! It's only been a week, and already you've got something new to play with!"

Yumichika snickered from the doorway, and Amaya blushed.

"Oh, grow up, both of you," Ikkaku snorted. "This is great! Let's see what it can do. Blocking practice, Kuragari, and counters." He pointed the blade at her, and lightening crashed overhead. "Let's see what you can do!"

~ ~ ~ ~​

An almost timid knock on the door brought a boisterous, "Come in and join the party!" Amaya sighed and opened the door, the papers she was supposed to be bringing clutched in both hands. "Ahhhh, Kuragari-san!" Captain Kyouraku beamed over the dish of sake he was holding. "What luck!"

She bowed and approached the slightly intoxicated captain. "Hardly luck, sir. Ukitake-taicho wanted me to bring you these forms." Her eyes flickered to the other side of the room where a figure was bending over, getting something out of a cabinet. "But I can give them to Ise-fukutaicho if you'd prefer."

He smiled and waved one hand. "Nanao-chan is out for the day, doing some work for me. But Kurosaki-taicho was kind enough to lend me Ran-san to help me get my work done." The figure in the corner stood up and turned around, and it was, indeed, Rangiku, grinning broadly at Amaya, a bottle of sake in either hand.

"Ohayoo, Amaya-chan!" she chirped, waving as she walked back to the table. "It's been so long since we've seen each other, I was beginning to think you didn't like me anymore!"

The pink-haired girl smiled. "Gomen, Ran-san, I've been busier than usual. Madarame-san seems determined to wear me to the ground."

Squad Eight's captain snorted. "Madarame-san is very determined about fighting." He looked at the bottles that Rangiku had set down on the table, possibly a little daunted. "Ran-san, really, do you think the contest will last this long?"

A sly grin passed over the busty woman's face. "I think I can do, taicho. Are you doubting yourself?"

He held up both hands. "Heaven forbid I prove less hearty than the delicate flower of Squad 10. But I may need some back up - Kuragari-san, come sit down with us!"

"I really have to be getting back, sir," she said, her eyes darting to the door.

One hand waved negligently. "Nonsense! Ukitake-taicho and I are like brothers, he's always happy to lend me personnel when I need it." He pointed to the cushion next to him. "And I need personnel now, so come join us!" She hesitated, licking her lips, and he smiled. "Do you want to, and are just afraid of being called out for abandoning your other duties?"

Amaya bit her lip. "I'm not much of a drinker, taicho, but I . . . could use a break."

He smiled brightly, tipping the straw hat he wore back. "Then you can consider it an order, if that helps you feel more at ease."

~ ~ ~ ~​

Later that evening, Amaya made her way back to the room she and Rukia were sharing, more by luck than anything else. Adding a third person to the drinking game hadn't tipped the odds as much as Kyouraku had hoped - all it had managed to do was get Amaya drunker, since she wasn't used to it as much as they were.

Kaien opened the door to his room, peering out at her. "Kuragari, you should have been back hours ago. What happened?"

She paused, one hand on the frame of the door to her room. "Gomen nasai, Kaien-dono. Kyouraku-taicho insisted I help him with a task, and it took most of the afternoon."

"Ahh." His eyes turned sharp. "He didn't take any liberties, did he? Anything unwelcome?"

Amaya shook her head, and regretted it as the world started to move faster than it needed to. "No, sir. He was very much a gentleman, though he did say that if we were of the same rank . . . well, you know."

Kaien sighed and shook his head. "That's not against the rules, as long as he didn't offer you a promotion for . . . that. I didn't think he would, anyway, though - he's too smart to do something so wrong. But it has to be asked." He waved at her. "Have a good night, Kuragari."

"Thank you, Kaien-dono. Have a good evening as well." She stepped into the room and shut the door, rubbing her head with one hand. It hadn't even occurred to her that she might have been getting into a dangerous situation. Captain Kyouraku was so frank and bold about his advances - and Ise-fukutaicho was so prompt in discouraging him - that it hardly seemed like a risk at all.

Amaya had her robe off of her shoulders before she realized that Rukia was sitting, frozen on her futon, buck naked. "Konbanwa, Kuchiki-san," the pink-haired girl said with amusement. "I'm glad you're comfortable in our little home."

"Don't be a fool," Rukia said, but it lacked snap. "I just . . . was seeing what it felt like without someone else around."

"And?"

"Feels cold."

Amaya laughed and dropped her uniform top to one side. "That's all right, Kuchiki-san. You get used to it." She walked over, in theory to grab a cup of tea - Rukia always had a pot of tea made when she was in their room - and peered at something that was half-tucked under her roommate's blanket. "What's that?"

"N-nothing!" Rukia blushed all the way down her neck, and tried to hide the item better. Amaya raised one eyebrow and stripped off her hakama, leaving them on the floor. "Stop looking at me like that, it's nothing!"

"I don't think it is." Amaya circled around, her fingers undoing the belt that held her underrobe closed. "I think that Rukia-chan was looking at hentai while she was alone," she teased, approaching the other girl slowly.

Rukia turned to follow her motions, which put her slightly off balance when Amaya pounced at the corner of the book that was sticking out. There followed a minor wrestling match: Rukia trying to get a grip on Amaya's torso to tug her off the futon, Amaya squirming to keep Rukia from finding a good handhold.

Finally, after a few seconds of giggling and squirming, it ended the way they both had known it would. Amaya had the manga in her hand, but Rukia had her pinned at the shoulders. "I was right," Amaya sing-songed. "Rukia-chan was looking at hentai while she was naaaaaaaaked!"

The dark-haired girl, sitting almost on top of her friend blushed. "So what if I was? You've seen my hentai before, fool!"

Amaya glanced at the book, and raised an eyebrow. "Not this one. So, you bought a yuri manga?" She stopped struggling and lifted her head, bringing her face close to Rukia's. "Rukia-chan, you can't fool me. You were looking at this manga and getting all excited."

"I was not!" Rukia's grip loosened a little, and she sat back, her pert rear pressing against Amaya's stomach.

"Oh yes you were." The pink-haired bombshell smirked, her hand letting go of the manga and her eyes moving over the top of Rukia's body. "I can tell."

"No, you can't!" Rukia hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "I bet you can't prove it."

Amaya chuckled. "I can, too." She wiggled her stomach a little. "I can feel Rukia-chan's wetness on my stomach, and her nipples are hard, too. That means someone was getting all worked up over her manga."
 
Isamu set down a shallow bowl that smelled faintly of sake. He was in Squad 11's barracks, having been invited in for a drink by Ayasegawa-san when the two of them met in passing as Isamu was heading to see if Amaya was free tonight. As much as he'd wanted to refuse, the vain fighter had hinted that there was something Madarame-san needed to talk to him about.

That had been an hour ago. Since arriving they'd just drank a little and he'd listened to Ayasegawa talked about beauty. A few times he'd managed to steer the conversation away by asking questions about fighting but never for long. The half-breed leaned his head back against the wall, his eyes staring up at the ceiling as the higher seated officer talked about how he'd picked the exact perfect shade of orange for his collar.

God damn it. He wanted to spend the night with Amaya in his arms, not listening to this fashion bullshit! "That's impressive, Ayasegawa-san. I mean, to me, they all pretty much look like the same color." He started to rise, "I don't mean to be rude but I don't think I can wait much longer. Please tell Madarame-san I stopped by but I'll see him soon anyway."

Yumichika rested his divine chin on the back of one perfectly moisturized hand. "Indeed you will."

The door to the room opened, Ikkaku's bald head gleaming slightly in the light, wet from the rain outside. "You found him, good. Sit your ass back down, Takeuchi." The warrior stepped into the room and gestured, "Come on."

As he sat down beside Yumichika, Renji Abarai came in behind him. His eyes flickered over to Isamu and then to the floor. He moved to sit as well. "I thought you wanted to talk to me about training. What's he got to do with it?"

"Pssh, do you think I'm blind?" Ikkaku shook his head, "Ever since you two got back from the Human World, you've been acting like a pair of horny virgins around each other." He snorted, "Like when you got to training early the other day, Abarai, and just walked off when you saw Takeuchi all sweaty and worked up. Normally you'd watch and pick up a few things, even see if he'd stick around after for a match or two with you. Instead you scurried off."

"It's annoying," Yumichika offered, "even if it is a little funny."

"It's getting in the way of training." Ikkaku glared at the younger men, "You both came to me to learn to fight, to get stronger. And now you're pussyfooting around? Fuck that!"

Isamu frowned, "Look, I don't think it's that bad. But even if it was, it's not your place t-"

"The hell it isn't!" Ikkaku cut him off and half-stood, almost shouting, "You're both learning from me! That means I handle training how I want and if something gets in the way, you deal with it the way I say! Or you can fuck off and find someone else as strong as I am to teach you!"

Isamu bit back a response. As much as he hated it, Ikkaku was right. He'd made himself the other man's student and that meant a certain level of conveyed authority. And it was true that while there were other people as strong as Ikkaku out there, none of them had the time or the interest in training him. "...It's just...private."

Ikkaku snorted, "Bull shit. Look, I know what's going on. You two fooled around a little, right?" Isamu and Renji blinked, looked at each other, blushed, and then looked at Ikkaku stunned. "But you didn't go all the way and it left it all weird."

"How did you, I mean, no...shit." Renji crossed his arms over his chest. "Okay, so, maybe that happened. So what?"

Ikkaku flapped a hand at them, "It's got you all freaked out around each other and it's pissing me off. So here's what's going to happen. Yumichika and me are going to leave you two in this room. And you're either going to work it out tonight or find another teacher." The two senior officers stood as one and walked out of the room.

"Hell." Renji shook his head, "Interfering asshole. At least they didn't take the booze."

The wild haired redhead picked up the open bottle and took a deep pull from it. Isamu watched and sighed. "Yeah. But...he might have a point." After he and Amaya...the block that repressing those feelings had placed within him had held back a lot of his growth and power. Could this do the same thing? Only if they let it. But...what would that mean? "What do you think he wants us to do?"

Renji took another long drink, "...I think...we're supposed to...you know." He licked his lips. "Fuck." Isamu stared at him. "Don't give me that look! You know you liked feeling me dick that time, and you wanted more!"

"Don't shout about it," Isamu growled. He ran a hand through his hair. That time...he had liked it. And he had wondered, then and since then, about what it would have tasted like...what it would have felt like to...he'd heard about men being together and he'd even thought about it a few times. But it was...wasn't it wrong? "Even if you're right...I don't know that..."

Renji took a breath, "Look, I know it freaks some people out but there's a long tradition of warriors...you know, enjoying each other's company and, you know, making a bond, sharing strength." His cheeks were red and his next drink from the bottle emptied it. "It's an honorable thing here, if it's discrete. Hell, I've heard rumors about most of the captains, even the captain-commander."

Isamu felt suddenly nervous. "I've never...I mean...I don't know what I mean." He sighed. "So...what...should we do?"

Renji picked up another bottle. "We're gonna finish this bottle." He set it down between them and then slipped his arms out of his kosode and let the top of it fall down, his muscular, tattooed chest bare. "Then I'll be the teacher and show you how to handle a cock."
 
It was amusing to see how Rukia reacted to her comment. Amaya had more than half expected the petite girl to launch herself across the room and towards her clothes. Instead, she blushed brilliant scarlet and stayed where she was, her eyes looking down - Amaya wasn't sure if it was in shame, or if Rukia was ogling her breasts. "Maybe I was," the dark-haired shinigami said softly, "but it's all your fault, you know."

Amaya raised an eyebrow. "How is that? I know I didn't buy this manga." She let her hands move a little, resting them lightly on Rukia's waist.

"You walk around here naked all the time, and you're so," she seemed to grope for the right word, "you look so womanly." Her arms folded across her chest, and Rukia looked at Amaya's face. "You're so pretty, Amaya-chan, and I know that you and Matsumoto-fukutaicho have been together, and you've told me about Kotetsu-san, but . . . ." She trailed off. "I'm not, you know . . . like that, but you . . . ."

Amaya hid a smile. She was pretty sure where Rukia was heading, and smirking was not the right response. "I what, Rukia-chan?"

"I know that it's because I'm so plain and boyish," the dark-haired girl said, just a little waspishly, "but you never once tried to, you know, seduce me or anything." She huffed a little, and then said, a little sulkily, "Not even once."

Amaya smiled softly, her fingers stroking gently over the slender girl's waist. "Don't be silly, Rukia-chan. You're not plain or boyish or anything of the sort." She half-sat up, bringing their upper bodies closer together. "Besides, if I'd been trying to seduce you, you'd have seen through it in an instant."

A small voice answered, "Well, maybe."

"So maybe," Amaya continued, her arms moving to slide around the small body, holding her roommate still, "I was waiting until there was a good opening for me to pounce." Their faces were close together again, noses almost touching. "Like this one," Amaya said softly, pressing her lips to Rukia's.

~ ~ ~ ~​

Isamu almost huffed. Teach him, would he? "As I recall, I wasn't the only one who liked what I got my hands on, Abarai," he snapped even as his hands went to undo his kosode as well. "And anyway, how do you know . . . how to do things like that?"

Renji poured a cup of sake for him and pushed it across the table, his face flushed. "Well, you learn things, right?" he said defensively. "And so what if I liked it? We're both here now."

It was out before he could help it. "I thought you were saving it for Rukia."

The red-haired man's face went red, and his eyes went dark. "That's none of your damn business, Takeuchi," he said through gritted teeth. "And I'm not saving anything for anyone at this point - you can ask Amaya-chan about that."

There was a tense moment, and then Isamu took a drink of his sake. "Touche. All right, then. We're about halfway through this bottle, and then we get started with the, um, lessons."
 
Rukia gasped at the kiss and then let out a soft, low whimper. But her lips responded, pressing to Amaya's with hesitant eagerness. The petite girl shivered in her friend's arms. Oh, this felt...it felt wonderful! Amaya's body was so soft and plush, her arms so warm and round, her lips so warm and sweetly hungry.

There was a smile on Amaya's face as she broke the kiss, her eyes bright and warm. "How was that Rukia-chan?"

The pale skinned beauty flushed, but her eyes were bright, "It was...it was good, but, not like the manga at all."

"Oh?" The buxom shinigami tilted her head. "How was it different?" Her hands moved to stroke the small of Rukia's back. "Such soft, smooth skin, Rukia-chan," she purred.

"Ah-h," Rukia took a shaky breath at the sensation of those gentle fingers touching her. "In the manga, they, used, used their tongues when they kissed."

Amaya pressed her lips to Rukia's again, with more force but still gentle. Her tongue slipped out to caress the dark haired girl's lips and taste them...then to enter her mouth as the lips parted for her. They both moaned into one another's mouths. Rukia's arms moved to twine around Amaya's neck, pressing her delicate form against her roommate's.

Their tongues twined and grappled, lips rubbing and caressing, for several long moments. When they parted again, Rukia was breathing heavier and her face was flushed. Amaya kissed her chin and then along her lower jaw, "Was it like that, Rukia-chan?"

"H-hai," she answered in a weak voice. Oh, oh, those kisses! "B-but then the one girl got to top of the other," she whispered. Amaya chuckled and sat up the rest of the way, following the motion through to lay Rukia on her back. "And she almost held her down," Rukia went on as Amaya pressed her weight down just enough to press and rub their breasts together, "So she could kiss her and touch her, ahhn!" Amaya began to kiss down one side of Rukia's neck and then across her collarbones, "Aaa, all over..." She closed her eyes as Amaya's lips devoured her pale, perfect skin. "Amaya-chan...this feeling..."

Amaya lifted her face to meet Rukia's large eyes with her own, "Oh, Rukia-chan, we've barely started. You taste so sweet..." She kissed the other girl again, whispering against her lips, "And I haven't even tasted the best parts yet."

~~~~~~~~~~~~​

Renji set down his cup again, "Getting warm." He was almost totally undressed now. His hakama and tabi were gone, the tattooed fighter in only his white fundoshi now. The garment showed a generous bulge. He stretched; his body all tense, hard muscle under his wild tattoos. His eyes lingered on Isamu as he did so. "...Fucking look at you."

Isamu was in the same state of dress, his blue fundoshi heavy and distorted by what it contained. He was less drunk than Renji but buzzed enough that he was feeling very...warm. "Heh. Like it, huh?" He grinned wolfishly. His skin was taut over his muscles, her body a bit heavier than Renji's but not hugely so. He stood up, feeling...strange. The way Abarai was looking at him...it was...hot. He liked that the other man was looking at his body, admiring it. He felt his cock shift and start to swell. "God, the way you're looking at me is just..."

"You like it," Renji growled. He licked his lips, "You like showing off that hard body. That torn kosode of yours, no under robe...fucking exhibitionist."

"I don't hear any complaints," Isamu answered. He shifted a hand to shift his fundoshi, his cock suddenly needing room. Renji's eyes followed the motion and the redhead licked his lips again. He felt...sexy. He always did when he knew someone was admiring his body but this felt different somehow. It was kind of...illicit. And then lent it a certain weight. "I bet you want to see more, don't you, Abarai?"

The other man just growled. One of his hands had picked up the refilled sake cup, but the other was now rubbing his growing shaft through the cloth of his undergarment. Isamu felt a tingle run through him and slowly turned around, a hand reaching back to rub one of his own ass cheeks. Renji let out a soft moan as Isamu's toned, firm ass faced him. "Like it?" Isamu looked back at him over his shoulder. God, where was this coming from? "Like my hot ass?"

"Fuck, yes." He heard Renji get up and in a moment he felt the other man pressing against him. Isamu let out a gasping breath as the other man's skin touched him; God, it felt like he was burning up! Then he felt something hard and even hotter rub against his ass through a soft cloth. "Feel that, Takeuchi? So hard just from seeing you...thinking about you..."

"Thinking about me?"

"Damn it, yes." Renji shifted his hips, grinding his cock against Isamu's ass. "Ever since that night...thought of what if...we'd gone further. I wanted to fuck you right there. Just push you down on all fours and slide my hard dick in your tight virgin hole, you American slut," he growled. Fuck! This was amazing! Usually it was Madarame-san who was like this when they...but it felt...good to be like this. He never knew he had it in him. "Since we got back, I wondered how I could get you. Maybe when we sparred, demand that I get to fuck you if I won..."

"Nn!" Isamu pushed back against Renji's body, the hard, hot shaft of the other man's cock now between his ass cheeks, rubbing up and down through Renji's fundoshi. "Or...get fucked...when I won," he groaned, "win for you either way." Then he gasped as Renji's hands moved around to run over his chest. "Fucking...hell..."
 
Rukia blushed, her hands resting on Amaya's shoulders. "I . . . I'm glad you like it," the petite woman whispered. It felt different from when she'd been kissed by boys, and she'd liked it when Miyako-dono had kissed her, but it wasn't the same at all. She and Amaya were on the same level, more or less, and it felt more . . . romantic.

Amaya licked her lips. "I really do. But I think I'll like tasting the other parts even more." She bent her head, pressing her lips to the other girl's neck before trailing it down to the start of the swell of Rukia's delicate breasts. Amaya smiled at the soft, eager moan that Rukia made at the contact. "Ohhh, Rukia-chan, are your pretty tits sensitive?"

"Hai," came the breathless response, and Rukia's fingers found their way to Amaya's hair, tangling in the pink strands as she cradled her friend's head to her chest.

A wicked grin played over Amaya's lips as she lowered her head to the rosy pink nipples that were standing up, looking almost painfully hard. "Then I'll have to take extra good care of them. And they look so delicious," she cooed, her tongue flicking out to tease a sensitive nipple. As Rukia moaned, Amaya began to plant kisses all over both of her pert breasts, licking and nipping them to draw more noises from her friend.

After several moment of attention to Rukia's small, firm breasts, Amaya lifted her head, the fingers of one hand absently toying with one of Rukia's nipples. "Rukia-chan, would you like to try something else that'll be even better?"

The dark-haired shinigami licked her lips. "I would." She looked at the other girl, her eyes bright with desire. "What would you like me to do, Amaya-chan?"

Amaya leaned back, shifting to lay on her back. "I want you to come over here and let me eat your pretty, dripping wet pussy." One hand reached between her own legs, stroking her cunt gently, just enough for Rukia to see the glistening wetness there. "I want to feel Rukia-chan's legs on either side of my face while I lick and kiss her sweet cunt."

~ ~ ~ ~​

Isamu couldn't believe he'd been so hungry for this, but Renji's touch, and the feel of his cock against the American's ass was too amazing for words. His breath hissed through his teeth at the feeling of the thick, hot shaft sliding between his ass cheeks. "Hard to imagine we . . . were both thinking about it," he managed, one hand stretching behind him to grab Renji's ass.

A rough voice, thick with lust spoke near his ear. "Just means it'll be hotter than hell when I finally," one hand reached around to grip Isamu's hip and tug his ass back, grinding against the red-haired man's cock, "fuck this tight ass."

Groaning softly, Isamu nodded. "So, sempai," he said softly, "what will we do first?"

"It's good that you want to learn," Renji said, a smirk in his voice. "I think we'll start with an oral exam." His fingers slipped into the waistband of Isamu's fundoshi. "Take this off, and we'll get started."
 
Rukia's eyes seemed to shine and she nodded. She rose to her feet, an imitation of the smirk she wore when she had something on one of the boys slipping onto her face, "Of course you do. Perfect legs like mine and my heavenly..." Her lips worked a moment soundlessly and then she forced the word out, "pussy are most desirable."

Amaya licked her lips, "They are, Rukia-chan," she agreed. It was cute how confident she wanted to be and how nervous she was. The pink haired girl writhed on her futon, one hand rubbing her pussy, the other hand toying with one of her large, perfect breasts. "Thinking of your sweet cunt makes me feel so...ahh-hnn," she moaned.

The dark eyed girl approached her the softly whimpering and groaning Amaya, her eyes flicking between her wet pussy, her gorgeous tits, and her lust drenched face. Her hands trembled just a bit, then clenched into fists, then relaxed again. She stepped one leg over Amaya, straddling her as she walked up her friend's lush body.

Emerald eyes opened fully to look up between Rukia's legs. "Ohh, Rukia-chan...it is so pretty." She let out a throaty whimper, "Please. Please, let me taste...it smells so good..."

The lithe shinigami swallowed and started to lower herself and then paused. She turned herself around, still straddling her roommate, so that she faced the other girl's feet. Then she slowly knelt, her legs on either side of Amaya's eager face, gasping as she felt the other girl's hot breath on her wet lips. "Ahh, A-Amaya-chan..." Then something hot, wet, and flexible pressed into her cunt and her breath cut off sharply, her eyes opening wide and then half-liddling. The touch came again and again, and after several lone beats Rukia's caught breath hissed out of her before she drew in a raged breath, "Amaya...chan...!"

Her hands slipped down to grasp Amaya's tits; the slender girl squeezing them and groping in jerky motions as her body was jolted with savage, sweet pleasure over and over.

~~~~~~~~~​

The feel of Renji's hand there, so close to his cock, made Isamu shiver and groan. "Hai, sempai," he managed after a few moments. The hand withdrew as a throaty chuckle tickled his ear. The pressure of the redhead's body eased and Isamu turned around to face him. Renji's eyes were hot and eager, his chest rising and falling, heat seeming to pour off of him. "God, this is so...fucked up."

"I know," Renji growled. "But I love it. And so do you. Take it off, Takeuchi."

He twisted the knot of his fundoshi open with one hand and pulled the garment off with a slight gasp as his hardness bounced free. Then again as Renji's strong, hard, rough hand took hold of his manhood, "Guh! Aba-rai...your hand..."

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Renji looked down, his hand pumping Isamu's cock and drawing a groan from him. "Nice dick...big too." He smiled as he stroked it, "Feels so hot and hard already. Strong...I can feel your power pulsing in it..."

"Am-american made," Isamu gasped out. He reached out and yanked Renji's fundoshi off, nearly tearing it from the other man's body. His sparring partner's cock was full and proud, throbbing with want, jutting out from a thin ruff of red hair surrounding by more of his spiky, tribal tattoos. "Damn that looks so...good." He shivered again; something about saying it out loud, admitting it.

Renji's smile grew, "Fucking right it does. Feels better, and tastes...you'll see." He then pushed Isamu roughly against the wall with one hand, "But later. First, sempai gets to show you how it's done." Before Isamu could say anything, Renji was on one knee in front of him; one hand pressing against the American's chest, the other slipping around to give his ass a hard squeeze.

Isamu's gasp turned into a deepening groan that trailed off into soft nothingness, the young man leaning back against the wall as Renji's warm tongue ran over the head of his cock and then along one side. "F-fuck...God, s-so good..." Then his head went back, mouth opening in a strangled cry as he felt his friend's wet warmth engulf the first few inches of his cock.
 
Rukia tasted divine, and Amaya kept licking and suckling at the dripping wetness over her face with abandon. She moaned at the feeling of Rukia's small hands on her breasts, rubbing and teasing them as the tiny girl twitched with pleasure. The pink-haired girl reached up, her hands gripping either side of Rukia's ass, massaging the round globes and spreading them apart in sync with the motions of her tongue.

As Amaya tongued her pussy, Rukia was feeling dirty, and in heaven. She'd never imagined that her roommate would want to . . . with her! But it felt amazing, and she could tell that Amaya had experience with how women wanted to be touched. Rukia had played with herself occasionally, but it was nothing at all like this. "Ahh-hhh! Amaya-chan's mouth . . . so good . . ." she moaned, half-bracing herself on the pillowy cushions of the pink-haired dynamo's chest. "Can't believe . . . didn't do this sooner."

From beneath her, Amaya laughed softly, the vibration traveling up through her mouth to Rukia's clit, making the petite beauty moan even louder.

~ ~ ~ ~​

Isamu's hands were clenched against the wall behind him, the feeling of having his cock sucked so illicitly was so strong. It was amazingly intense, how hot and lusty this felt. Being with Amaya was the best feeling in the world, comfort and love and hot passion. But this was . . . it was hungry lust, pure and simple. And he wanted it, wanted to release the feeling and have it take control of him. His breath came in a ragged gasp as Renji's mouth suddenly engulfed his cock completely, a rasping moan that felt like it came from his feet all the way up drawn from the American's body.

Renji made a soft noise, his mouth full of the other man's cock, and looked up to see the expression on Isamu's face. The golden-eyed man's face was twisted into an expression of pure pleasure, and it gave Renji a thrill of pride and desire. He liked the way Takeuchi looked, eyes closed, lips parted with the feeling of having his cock sucked. As the red-haired man slurped away at the American's cock, he moved his hands slightly, both of them now resting on Takeuchi's firm ass, pulling the other man's hips against his mouth, fucking his face with the stiff cock.
 
Rukia's breath was coming faster and shallower now, and Amaya pressed on. She felt her own pussy getting wetter as she thought of what was about to happen. Amaya's tongue delved deeper into the slender girl's cunt; spearing into her tight, wet sex over and over. A delicate finger on one hand rubbed Rukia's clit in fast, firm, circular motions; the other hand teasing and caressing the tight pucker of her asshole.

"Ah, hhh, ah-Ama-ya...chan," Rukia gasped. Her hands gripped the busty girl's tits without motion now; almost holding on for dear life. She felt this...this rising hot burning from inside. And it was getting so...so tight down there! Just like before with Takeuchi but this time...even stronger. "Hh-uhh, Amaya-chan, it's...it's so...so much! I can't ho--oooold it in! I'm going to-ah! To burst!"

Amaya's answer was not in words, but to jam her tongue as deep as she could in her friend's body and start flicking the raven-haired beauty's clit with sharp, blindingly fast strokes. Rukia let out a rising cry that suddenly cut off and began to writhe on top of Amaya. The pink haired bombshell moaned as she felt first a hard, wild contraction around her tongue and then a sudden, heady flow of hot, wet, sticky juices.

Rukia's hips bucked as she rode out her climax, grinding her gushing cunt on Amaya's pretty face, gasping and gulping for air in between desperate, needy moans.

~~~~~~~~~​

Renji almost choked as he felt strong hands take hold of his head; fingers threading through his wild red hair and taking a firm grip. Then he relaxed himself and let out a throaty groan as Isamu began to pump his hips, fucking Renji's face as he held the man still.

"Fucking...cocksucker," Isamu growled. "God, love that cock, don't you? Fuck!" He was so hot and this felt so good it was insane. His golden eyes stared down at Renji with want so rawly sexual it was almost frightening. God, he wasn't sure if he could have stopped now even if he wanted to! "Take that cock, sempai, fucking suck my dick, you wild fucking dog."

A low, hungry growl rolled out of Renji's chest. Any other time, he'd fucking punch someone's lights out for talking to him that way. But right now, it was hotter than hell. He slurped and sucked on Takeuchi's hard, thick shaft like he needed it to live.

The American's rhythm began to stutter and he groaned low. "Fucking...hell. Can't believe...sucking that dick so good I'm going to fucking cum, you dick hungry fucker." Isamu let out a sound that was part grunt and part whine, "Nnhh! Where? Where do you want it? Going to...any...second...fuck!"
 
As Rukia came down from the high of her orgasm, Amaya guided her hips to one side and sat up partially. She squirmed around until they were both facing the same way, and wrapped her arms around the petite girl. "I told you it would be better," she breathed, nuzzling against Rukia's neck gently.

The dark-haired shinigami laughed weakly. "You did, and I never doubted it." She sighed happily, her hands stroking over Amaya's body gently, almost hesitantly. "So, in my manga . . . ."

"Rukia-chan," Amaya said in an amused tone, "I think we can drop the 'in the manga, they did this, could we try it?' thing. If you want to do something, we'll do it." She looked at the delicate girl and kissed her cheek. "What did you want to try?"

Rukia's dark eyes grew luminous with fake sadness, and her lower lip went out in a pout. "Amaya-chan, I've never done this before," she said in a woeful voice. "I don't know what two ecchi girls do together, outside of that manga. I'm not experienced like you are, so I don't know what . . . ."

"All right," Amaya laughed. "You win, I give up. What did they do in your manga, which is all you know of two women being together?" She let one hand trail down to Rukia's ass, rubbing and stroking the plush globes for a moment.

"Well, they both laid down on the bed, and sort of laced their legs together." Delicate fingers demonstrated what she meant. Rukia looked at her hands, then unlaced them and put her hands on Amaya's hips, caressing the soft skin there. "And they pressed their, um, pussies together." She pressed a hesitant kiss to Amaya's chin. "Have you done that before? Could we . . . you know, try it?"

~ ~ ~ ~​

Renji didn't answer when Isamu panted out his question. There was only one answer to the question anyway, and at this point . . . using his mouth to answer would have been counterproductive. He could feel the American's cock throbbing, swelling as Takeuchi prepared to let loose his cum, and Renji wanted the feeling of it, the taste of it.

When Isamu realized what was going on and why Renji wasn't stopping to answer, it made things even better. If he wasn't wrong, though at this point, his brain wasn't working the way it normally was, the red-haired man was sucking even harder on his cock than before. "Nnnnhh, fuck!" He thrust a few more times, his hips stuttering wildly as he felt the dam of his control give way. "Ahhhh, shit!" came the strangled cry as he let loose ropes of sticky, hot cum down Renji's throat.

The tattooed man's reaction was to start swallowing, taking the salty, musky fluid in as though it were his first drink after a day in the desert. He sucked and slurped at it, one hand massaging the American's balls to get every drop out and into his throat.

As the throbbing, pounding glory of his orgasm passed, Isamu was hard-pressed to stay standing. His knees felt like someone had replaced them with cooked pasta, and his whole body felt like he was flying even as he felt weak as a day-old kitten. He let out a breath that he hadn't known he'd been holding while he came. "God damn, that was . . . amazing."
 
Amaya giggled and kissed Rukia again; deeply and fully, her tongue tasting the delicate beauty. She was so cute! For a moment she wondered why Rukia was playing things this way...but it didn't really matter. All that mattered was this. She deepened the kiss and Rukia let out a soft moan into her lips.

They parted, Rukia breathing a bit heavier. Amaya smiled, "Of course, Rukia-chan, we can try that." She gave the other girl's pert nipples a pinch, drawing a squeak from her, and lay back on her futon. The pink haired vixen spread her legs and gestured, "Come on, Rukia-chan. I can't wait to feel your hot, wet pussy on mine."

Rukia blushed, though her eyes sparkled, "A-Amaya-chan you shouldn't say it like that." But she moved as well, rolling onto her side and sliding down, her legs twining with Amaya's. The petite shinigami moved closer to her friend and then stopped dead, her eyes going wide, "Ah-hh!" There was...ohhh, what a feeling! Wet, slippery, hot pressure met her sex and it felt...oh, it felt so good! "Amaya-chan's...pussy..."

"Uhhh, that's right, Rukia-chan." Amaya rolled her hips and shivered at the sweet sensations that the movement sent through her. "My hot cunt and your pretty little pussy, all pressed together, touching, grinding, ohhh, and your little cunt loves it!" She grabbed one of Rukia's legs and began to grind in earnest. "H-hh, ahh, getting wetter...and hotter...bad little...Rukia-chan..."

~~~~~~~~~​

Isamu took in a few more breaths, his hands tensed into claws until he relaxed them from sheer force of will. Fuck. Fuck, he hadn't cum like that since his first time with Amaya. "God damn," he said again.

There was a muffled laugh before Renji pulled his head off of Isamu's dick and sat back on his knees. "I knew you'd like it, feels good, doesn't it? Came a lot too; you must not be as much of a slut as I heard to have that much stored up."

The golden eyed fighter scoffed, "How are you calling a slut, cock sucker?"

Renji was on his feet a moment later, pressing Isamu back against the wall. "You," he growled, kissing Isamu's neck and making the other man groan, "because you are one. And I'm going to prove it."

He took one of Isamu's hands and guided it to his own hard cock. "Ohh, fuck, yes." Isamu let out a low groan and began to stroke the stiff member. "Nnn, didn't even need me to tell you to, slut," Renji said.

Isamu smirked, "You don't have to tell me what's next either. I think I know what Abarai-sempai wants to do with this big, hot, hard cock."

Renji let out another growl as Isamu gave his dick a squeeze, still pumping the throbbing shaft. "Say it."

"Abarai-sempai wants to fuck my ass." Isamu felt one of Renji's hands move to fondle his butt as he spoke. "Wants this thick pole in my tight, virgin hole."

"Damn right." The redhead stepped back, "Lay down and lift your legs. I want to get a good luck at your ass before I plow it."
 
With a moan, Rukia gripped Amaya's leg as well, tugging their pussies even closer together. "Yesss, very bad, but . . . feels so good," she managed, her hips humping almost frantically against Amaya's. "Amaya-chan's body . . . so sexy, hot . . . ." Her cheeks were flushed with arousal, and her breath was coming in gasps.

The pink-haired girl bit her lower lip, leaning forward a little more. "You look . . . god, so fucking sexy . . ." she gasped, her pussy getting wetter as she felt the other girl's body rubbing and slipping against her own. "Such a wet hole, Rukia-chan," she cooed. She reached out, stroking two fingers along the curve of one of Rukia's breasts, teasing it delicately. "Pretty, nasty girl!"

Rukia nodded, the flush on her cheeks deepening. "Yes, but . . . ohhh, yes, we both are." Her stomach tensed a little, pulling her closer to Amaya's upper body, fingers reaching for the other girl's soft, generous breasts. "And Amaya-chan's breasts . . . so wonderful!"

Amaya gasped as she felt Rukia's fingers on her tits again, her back arching slightly, still keeping their pussies in contact. "Ara! So good, don't stop . . . such a quick learner, Rukia-chan . . . ."

~ ~ ~ ~​

Isamu laid back on the floor, his legs spreading and rising in the air as he did. He felt so exposed this way, and so . . . strangely erotic. That feeling of exposure and arousal only grew as Renji walked over and knelt down, his hands going to support Isamu's thighs and push them even higher. "What . . . what do you think, sempai?" Isamu asked his eyes watching as the other man reached out to stroke Isamu's ass with one hand.

Renji looked at him for a moment or two longer, and then grinned a wolfish grin. "I can't wait to get inside this tight, virgin asshole." He stroked his cock, smiling broadly. "I bet you can't wait, either." His eyes turned searching, and he looked around the room. "Hmm, they didn't . . . ah, there." Renji stood up and walked over to a corner where a vial of oil had been 'accidentally' forgotten.

"What's that . . . oh." Isamu almost blushed. "Right. How . . . do we start?"

Renji knelt back down, his hands working at the stopper in the vial. "You relax. I work. We'll start out simple, to get you used to being open back here before I," the stopped came off and was dropped to one side, "pound that nasty hole." He dipped one finger in the vial and leaned forward, using it to lubricate the tight pucker before just barely inserting the tip of it in the American half-breed's ass. "Tell me when you want me to pause."
 
Rukia shook her head, her cheeks flushed, small chest rising and falling rapidly, "Just...lucky...to have such a...hentai...girl as my...friend...to teach me...inspire me..."

Amaya whimpered, "Sexy little, uhh, Rukia-chan doesn't...need me." The pink haired girl grinned, "Her nasty little slutty self, hnn, is ready, made for, ahhn, for fucking and all...all kinds of naughty things!"

"H-How dare you," Rukia gasped, "I would ne-, ehhh, never even think of such, ahh, depravity!" The slender beauty's hands clutched Amaya's tits and she bent forward more, her breath coming in more and more ragged pants, "AHh! Amaya-chan!"

Her emerald eyes screwed shut as she felt Rukia's cunt suddenly gush against hers, feeling the other girl fluttering against her body, hearing a series of staccato, breathy gasps from her friend and lover, "Oh, Rukia-chan's cumming just thinking about it! Cum on me, Rukia-chan, make me feel you overflow!"

~~~~~~~~~​

Isamu's breathing had picked up and the American's fingers kneaded his thighs as much as they held them up and his legs apart. "Huhh, God," he moaned. He felt so dirty and so strangely sexy right now. And the feeling...it had been uncomfortable and even painful but now it just felt...full...and good. "Can't believe it feels like this."

Renji grinned, "And this is just fingers. Just wait until you feel a cock in this tight virgin ass." The index and middle fingers of his right hand pumped steadily and surely in and out of the other man's asshole. He was a natural, had to be. He was sure he'd taken a lot longer than this to loosen up and he'd had a far more experienced partner. "Feeling that hot, hard dick in you, pulsing with lust, with strength."

"Fuck, it sounds..." Isamu shook his head. God, he must really be a pervert, after all. To feel such anticipation. "I want it. I want to feel your cock in me, want you to fuck me."

"Slut," Renji growled. He pulled his fingers out and reached for the oil again. "You're ready for it. Fucking hot and ready for it, practically begging." He drizzled more on and over Isamu's stretched hole and then over his own hardness. His left hand stroked his shaft, lubing it with the slick liquid and working it in, "Going to feel so good splitting your virgin boypussy."

"Tough talk," Isamu growled. He pulled his legs up higher, "Come on, you horny dog. Fuck me. Stick that big dick in me and show me what you've got."

His breath then caught as Renji moved closer, "Cocky bastard." He ran the head of his cock between the American's cheeks and rubbed it against the tight hole. "You need a good fucking, show you how it's done" He braced himself and then pressed forward against the barrier.

"Uhh, fuck," Isamu gasped. He felt the hard heat of Renji's cock, and then pressure, incredible pressure against his hole, and pain, and then, then-"AHH!" His eyes went wide and his mouth opened but no sound escaped as he felt his sphincter give and the head of Renji's hard, hungry cock pressed into him. "Oh...my...God..."

"Oh, fuck, yes," Renji growled. "Take that cock, Takeuchi, you dirty whore." He pressed more in, slowly and carefully, but with little pause.

"Oh, God," Isamu breathed. It...felt amazing. So warm and alive in him, so thick, spreading him open and filling him up, and just...fucking unbelievable. "Feels so...fucking big, like it's going to fill me...all the way...ohh, fuck, don't slow down. I'm okay, just give me, mmm, give me more, more of that hard cock..."
 
As Rukia trembled and shook, her breathing coming in short, sharp gasps, Amaya kept moving her hips, working closer and closer to her pleasure as well. "Unnnh! Good girl, Rukia-chan," she panted, her hands stroking over the slender girl's tits. "Feels so wet and slippery, such a hot little hole . . . ahhh!"

Amaya's own orgasm started, the pink-haired girl arching her back so that their pussies pressed together more firmly, her hips thrusting instinctively as she fucked herself a little more against the dark-haired shinigami's body. Since Rukia had recovered, at least in part, from her own climax, she gripped Amaya's leg tightly, pulling them together and letting her fingers tug on the tender pink nipples of the taller girl's generous breasts. "That's so sexy," she breathed, watching as her roommate came hard, "So hot, Amaya-chan!"

When Amaya finally came down from the peak of her high, she smiled at Rukia, a happy, sated expression. "Oh, Rukia-chan, that was . . . mmmmmmm." They both fell backwards, leaving their legs slightly together, until Rukia twisted around, crawling up to lay next to Amaya, her hand resting lightly on Amaya's stomach. "So now," Amaya said softly, "what shall we do?"

Rukia bit her lower lip. "Well, in the manga I read, they had . . . ." Her expression turned stern as Amaya dissolved into laughter.

~ ~ ~ ~​

The sound of slapping flesh filled the small room, punctuated by Isamu's groans and Renji's moans. The two men were almost silent now, as they both got used to the feeling of fucking each other. Renji was doing most of the hard work, his ass and legs flexing as he thrust over and over into his friend's ass. His chest and arms were shiny with sweat, and he grunted occasionally with the effort of holding himself back.

"Fuck!" Isamu breathed, his hands clenching as he felt Renji push in a little farther with a thrust. "Feels . . . so damn full, so thick!"

Renji laughed a little breathlessly, and paused for a moment, his cock buried to the hilt inside Isamu's ass. He moved his hips in a small circle, letting the American feel every inch of the shaft inside of him. "You love it, don't you, fucker? Do you want it faster?"

Biting his lip, Isamu nodded. "Yes, I love it," he managed, "and fuck my ass faster, I want it!"
 
Rukia stared as Amaya approached her again. The dark haired girl swallowed nervously, "Amaya-chan...that's...where did you...?"

"It was a gift, from Rangiku-san." The pink haired girl smiled, a hand on her hip. The dim light made the shadow from her massive tits cast most of her body into darkness. But one thing was clear to Rukia's wide eyes. The carefully crafted and form fitted harness around her friend's waist and the long, slightly curved, pink dildo it held. Amaya grabbed her "cock" and slowly stroked it as she walked over to her slender friend. "She tried it out on me first, like she always does. I wasn't sure I'd get to use it myself...but now, sweet, hentai Rukia-chan wants to get fucked by my nice strap-on cock."

Rukia's cheeks flushed, "How dare you speak about my that way! I am a Kuchiki! A noble-"

Amaya was on her in flash, pushing her back down on the futon and spreading her legs. "Slut," she cooed, cutting Rukia off. "Just as much as I am. Don't fight it, Rukia-chan. We both know it. And you actually love it, don't you?"

The raven haired girl shivered as Amaya ran the head of the dildo up and down her wet slit. "Ahh..hhh..d..don't...say such things, just..."

"Just what?" Amaya tilted her head to one side, knowing exactly what the girl meant.

"Just...please, Amaya-chan, don't make me say it!"

"Hmm. This time," the buxom shinigami answered. "I'll do it for you. Just," she thrust her hips forward, the dildo steadied by one hand, sinking into Rukia's wet heat as she petite noblewoman drew in a staggering breath, "Fuck me, that's what you wanted to say. Fuck me with that big," she began to thrust, each word accompanied by a push deeper into her friend's core, "hard, pretty dick!"

~~~~~~~~~​

Renji's hips pumped hard, his hands on the floor beside Isamu now, the redhead plunging fast and hard in and out of the American's ass over and over. "Fuck, yes! Take that cock, Takeuchi! Take it, whore! Fuck! Feel a real man in you! My strength, my cock!"

"Ahh! I feel it! God, so fucking big and thick!" It was amazing. It felt good. SO fucking good. No wonder Amaya loved to fuck so much. If it felt like this, and he imagined it felt better since a pussy was made for it and an ass wasn't, he was glad he wasn't a woman. He wouldn't have the discipline; he'd be trying to be fucked every minute or every day. "Don't, don't stop! Fuck me, Abarai! Fuck me until you cum!"

"Damn right!" Renji growled, his manhood pistoning in Isamu. He was astounded at how fast the other man had taken it, taken it and fucking loved it. "Fuck you good and leave you walking crooked! Then you'll get my cum, my essence, pouring into you! Marking you as a slut!"

"Then fucking do it! Cum!" Isamu was pushing back against Renji now, sinking the other man's cock deeper and deeper into his body. "Fucking fill me up with it! God damn, I want it! Want to feel that hot jizz in me!"
 
With a happy sigh, Amaya rolled over and off of Rukia's petite body. The pink dildo still stood up proudly from her hips, and as she turned slightly to wrap her arms around Rukia, the shaft pressed into the dark-haired girl's slender body. "Sorry about that, Rukia-chan," Amaya said, wiggling her hips in a way that suggested she wasn't sorry at all.

Rukia giggled a little, her face still flushed from the exertion and her orgasm. "It's all right, Amaya-chan." She blew some of her hair out of her face and sighed. "That was . . . wow. No wonder you and Rangiku-san are such good friends." She turned onto her side as well, snuggling close to Amaya. "I hope Isamu-kun isn't upset over this."

Amaya gave a throaty laugh. "I don't think he will be. Especially if Rukia-chan would be willing to join him and me some time."
 
Isamu sat up slowly, his breathing normal now. He felt something hot and thick shift in him and a warm thread of it dribbled out of his oddly aching ass and he shivered. God...that was so fucked up but so hot.

Renji still had the ghost of a grin on his face and his eyes were still bright with the pleasure of cumming inside of a hot, eager slut. He watched Isamu silently for a few minutes while the American poured himself a drink and downed it. Then he took a breath, "Well?"

"Well," Isamu said his face composed, "I've never felt...anything like that." Then he couldn't help from grinning, "If that's what being fucked feels like, I can't imagine why there aren't more sluts out there."

Renji snorted, "There are probably more than we think. But...it is fucking good, isn't it?"

Isamu nodded. "But next time, I'm going to be the one doing the fucking."

Renji's smile was fierce, "Only if you can beat me."

"That's all?" Isamu smirked, "You'd better start carrying some oil with you every day then."

"Both of you should," the door slid open and Ikkaku stood there with Yumichika behind him, smiling his self-satisfied little smirk. "Because your asses're mine now, in more ways than one."

~~~~~~~~~​

Isamu sighed and pulled Amaya closer to him. The busty pink haired beauty rested her head on his shoulder and looked up with a smile, "So what do you think?"

"I think...you're wonderful and sexy and a genius, doll," he answered. She giggled as he kissed her nose and then captured her lips in a long, slow kiss. As they broke he nodded, "I love the idea. Although I can think of a few people other than her that it could be good with."

"Hmm." Amaya winked, "Maybe we should make a list."

~~~~~~~~~​

There was a rap on the door to his office a moment before it slid open. Hisagi's wild, handsome face was serious and a bit pale, "Taichou, forgive me for not waiting but-"

"I know, Hisagi-fukutaichou," the dark skinned man answered smoothly. "I can feel their arrival." He stood with easy grace and slid his zanpakuto into his sash from where it had been lying against his desk. "Show them in and then have tea brought."

"Hai."

A few moments later, the guests arrived. He couldn't see them, of course, but he could feel the cold, controlled reiatsu of Byakuya Kuchiki, the barely detectable and almost perfectly hidden presence of Soi Fon, the elusive and bubbling amusement of Shunsui Kyouraku, and of course, his most familiar and honored guest. "Aizen-taichou, Kuchiki-taichou, Soi Fon-taichou, Kyouraku-taichou, welcome." Tousen bowed and gestured for the assemblage to take a seat. "Hisagi-fukutaichou will be in with some tea in a moment."

"This shouldn't take long," Kyouraku drawled. "I think we're all here about this." There was the sound of a paper being presented and then a long pause. Then a cough, "Oh, right, I forget about that sometimes. It's the new column in Seireitei Communication."

"Ah." Tousen nodded. "I assume you are here to express your disapproval and request that it be cancelled."

"Of course," was all that Kuchiki said. And all that he needed to say.

Soi Fon sniffed and then added, "This sedition in print is only part of the reason. I'm here to inform you that my squad has been asked to officially look into this matter and see if punishment is necessary."

"What, for this?" Kyouraku sounded amazed. "Now that's being too serious, don't you think, Soi Fon-san? It's just a newspaper column, and besides, it's the funniest thing the paper's had in years!"

Aizen coughed and shook his head, "While I think that Takeuchi could have expressed his opinions and ideas in a better way, I don't believe his intention was truly seditious. Some minor punishment may be necessary but I think...that to cancel this column now would be a major strategic blunder on our part."

Tousen turned his unseeing eyes to the benign looking man, "How so, Aizen-taichou?"

"Simply this. If we let it go and see who follows it, and how it spreads, we may be able to track down the truly seditious and traitorous elements that may exist, both here and in Rukon." Aizen's gentle smile could be heard in his voice, "After all, we must always be watchful for a danger from within Soul Society."

~~~~~~~~~​

Isane smiled, a blush visible on her cheeks, "It's good to see you, Takeuchi-san."

The American smiled and inclined his head, "You too, Koutetsu-san. I had some time free today, so...I thought I'd come and see how things were going."

The silver haired woman nodded and Isamu fell into step beside her as she started walking on her rounds again. "Very well, although we've had a lot of patients coming in today." She looked over, almost even with him in height, "Apparently there were a lot of fights over this week's Seireitei Communication." Her voice was normal for the most part, though there was a faint fond teasing and chiding in it. For a moment, Isamu was struck by how just like Captain Unohana that was.

"Really?" Isamu grinned, "Well, Kyouraku-taichou's serial was pretty racy this week."

She giggled and smiled, "That must be it."

Isamu looked over at her as she checked a patient. Then he took a deep breath, "Koutetsu-san, what are you doing the next few nights?"

She straightened suddenly, her cheeks red, looking back at him and almost dropping the chart she was holding. "Eh? Wh-why do you...well, I have duty the next two nights, but the third..."

Isamu nodded. "If you don't have plans, Kuragari-san and I would like to have dinner with you." He looked a bit shame-faced and looked down at his feet. "We both feel that...given what happened, it's the least we can do."

"Oh! Oh, well." Isane was blushing furiously. "I don't really...there's no need for anything like that. I wouldn't want to impose on your time..."

"Please, Koutetsu-san." He looked up at her, his wolfish eyes asking earnestly. "It would mean a lot to us to get a chance to make things up to you."

"Well...a-all right, then. Please have me over."
 
Amaya sighed as she read over the piece of paper in front of her. "Honestly, Isamu-kun, you could be a little more . . . diplomatic." She pointed at a section of the writing. "I don't think it's the best idea to call Yamamoto-Soutaicho a 'stubborn, doddering fool too blind to see change if it danced naked in front of him'," she said with a small smile.

"I never used his name at all," the American said. "Besides, I just wanted you to make sure all the grammar was right - Hisagi-fukutaicho pulls out all the more incendiary stuff."

She puffed a piece of hair off her face. "You didn't use his name, but anyone can see who you meant. And really, this sort of thing . . . ." She tapped the paper. "I know you want to make a difference, and I support you entirely in it. But these sorts of things could be viewed as sedition, or treachery. And I don't want that for you, Isamu-kun. I'm not asking you to change your views," she said as his face darkened, "but merely reconsider wording them so strongly."

He crossed his arms over his chest. "Give me a reason to."

"We're Japanese."

Isamu blinked at her. "What? Run that by me again."

"We're Japanese." Amaya tapped her fingers on the table lightly. "We don't deal terribly well with fast change, especially change that comes from below. If Yamamoto-Soutaicho were advocating these changes, or one of the other captains, it would be different. But you and I, we don't have the standing to influence the others. Your argument might be completely reasonable and logical, but putting it this way will only make it harder for the people making the rules to want to do anything about it." She smiled brightly at him. "Just a little change in phrasing, Isamu-kun, and it would go down much more smoothly, I think."

~ ~ ~ ~​

"See what I mean?" Kaien was stretched out on the grass, looking at the courtyard as Rukia, Isamu, and Amaya tried to whack each other with their swords. "It's so entertaining!"

"It is, rather. Oooh, good shot!" Ukitake said as Amaya ducked under Rukia's guard and smacked the other girl on the rear with the flat of her sword. "They're so determined, aren't they?"

Kaien's demeanor changed in a heartbeat. "They are," he said seriously, his eyes still following the black-clad shapes. "I know that Takeuchi wants to be a captain someday, and I don't doubt Kuragari shares his ambition. Kuchiki . . ." he watched the petite shinigami for a moment. "I think she wants to please Kuchiki-taicho a great deal, and to prove that she's worth something - she wants a seat."

Ukitake sighed, his good mood almost gone at that. "I'm sure she does, and she deserves one. But we just can't -" he broke off, coughing, and Kaien sat up quickly. After a moment that felt like a year, the white-haired man stopped hacking, his breathing rough.

"I thought that . . ." his vice-captain trailed off, groping for words. "I had thought that the treatments were working," he managed at last.

"They are," Ukitake said, wiping his mouth with a handkerchief. "But Unohana-taicho has told me that, given how long I've been ill, the cure will take a while to be fully effective." He turned to look at the younger man. "They are working, however. I haven't had to take to my bed in . . . almost two months. That is quite something."

Kaien nodded, his eyes searching his captain's face. "You look healthier as well, taicho, if I may say so." It was true. Now that he thought about it, Ukitake looked more vital, better, than he had in all of Kaien's memory. "I'm glad that it was worth it."

"Me too," the white-haired man said with a smile, looking over the group in the courtyard. "It did a world of good for us all."
 
The tea house was bright and cheery, not the posh and sophisticated serenity of such establishments in the lower numbers of Rukongai; but settled nicely in a peaceable and well off section in the 20's. Most of the tables were full and the air was a buzz of talk, laughter, and the occasional snatch of song.

"You're both too kind to me, really," Isane shook her head. The statuesque healer smiled, her eyes still a bit nervous. "But I'm glad we were able to have such a nice meal together."

Amaya shook her head, "No, we wanted to!" The bubbly girl beamed before raising a steaming cup to her lips and drinking. "After all, we're still all friends, and friends eat and drink together, right, Koutetsu-san?"

Isamu nodded. "She's right. And I know that...despite what happened, I don't want to lose our friendship, Isane-san."

The silver haired woman sighed and turned her teacup a few times in her hands. She didn't want that either but she hadn't known what to do about it. Something like this was a good idea; she'd thought about it herself but had been too shy to ask either of them. "Yes," she answered after a few moments. "It's good to be with your...with your friends."

"Ara! Isane!" There was a rustle of fabric as a slender figure slipped around the tables, "Ah, And Kuragari-san too." Kiyone Koutetsu tilted her head as she looked down at the three of them. "I didn't know you knew each other." Then she tipped her head back, "Or is this a medical thing? Or are they trying to lure you into an erotic interlude?"

"Kiyone!" Isane blushed brightly, "Don't say things like that! Where would you even get that idea?"

Before Kiyone could answer, Amaya giggled, "Koutetsu-san, you snuck a peak at Kuchiki-san's manga too, didn't you?"

~~~~~~~~~​

Izuru Kira grimaced and shook his head, "I don't think this is a good idea." His face was paler even than usual and one large point of hair now fell down over part of his face.

Momo Hinamori looked up at him. "But Kira-kun, you want to make things up to Takeuchi-kun, don't you?" The two of them were at the training area of the Squad Five complex; though there were few here. Most of the division's shinigami were busy with their duties at this time of day.

He didn't answer for a few moments and then sighed, "I do but...there may be nothing I can do for that. What I did was a terrible thing to do to a friend." He walked a few paces away from her, standing on the edge of one of the large sparring rings.

Momo didn't comment on that, wisely. She could be smart sometimes! "But Takeuchi-kun said he'd feel better about it once you two fought, right? So now that you've finally..."

Kira let out a soft grunt of acknowledgment of her point. "I don't think fighting can be used to fix anything, but...I'll try if you think it's worthwhile." Momo smiled brightly and for a moment a ghost of a smile flickered on his lips in response. "I'll send him a message and see when he wants to then."

"Uh," Momo blushed, "yes, well, about that, Kira-kun-" Her words were cut off as they both felt the arrival of a familiar spiritual pressure; one that was roiling and raging, wild and free.

Kira blinked, "He's-"

"Right here, Kira." Isamu normally wouldn't have been so dramatic as to flash step here so suddenly, but there was no way he could pass up a line like that. The American's face was set. "Hinamori-chan told me it was time we had it out. That you'd released your sword." Kira nodded and Isamu started to grin. It wasn't a cheerful, happy grin; but a savage, eager, almost snarl. "Good then. Let's have it out, Kira. I'll kick your ass even with your new power and then we'll be even."

Kira said nothing for a few moments. Then he stepped into the sparring ring, "Don't be so sure of the outcome. You expect to win, but in battle...there really is no such thing as a winner." He lifted his eyes, "But if this is want you want, Takeuchi-kun...then so be it."

Their swords flashed free of their sheaths. "Bring him to his knees, Hitoshirezu Daimyo!"

"Raise your head, Wabisuke!"

From well behind the wide eyed Momo, the captain of Squad Five stood watching the match as it began, his gentle eyes thoughtful behind his glasses and a faint smile on his lips.
 
"I really don't think . . . ." Isamu trailed off as he looked at the rest of the band. He sighed at the expressions on most of the other faces. "I'm going to be overruled, aren't I?"

Amaya beamed at him. "Don't be silly, Isamu-kun! It's a great idea!" She looked at the others. "Right? I mean you've all been practicing so hard, it'll be awesome to show what you can do to the rest of the Seireitei."

Hisagi nodded, even if he did throw a doubtful look towards Captain Kyouraku. "I think we're at least as good as some of the bands you've had us listening to, Takeuchi-san." He smiled at Amaya, careful to moderate the wattage of the expression - he didn't want the other man to think he was trying to make a move on the pink-haired girl after the problems they'd had after he . . . well, actually had made a move on her. "Great idea, Kuragari-san."

From behind the keyboard, Renji nodded as well. "Yeah, I think we can do it. Set it for a little while out, so we can learn whatever songs you want us to play, and we'll be able to do it."

Captain Kyouraku looked up from where he had been plucking out a series of notes on his bass and gave them a one-sided smile. "I think it's a grand idea. Think of the lovely ladies we've been depriving of our music, and our . . . stage presence!"

Isamu sighed again and looked at Nemu. "I suppose you think it's a good idea too, Kurotsuchi-fukutaicho?"

The nearly-silent drummer nodded.

"Well, if everyone else is for it, we can give it a shot." The American shook his head. "But this means longer practices, until we get all the songs right." He already had a few ideas about what songs they would play, and he just needed to get the sheet music for them.

~ ~ ~ ~​

"Where are the chairs?" A handful of unseated shinigami looked around the wide courtyard. "Should we . . . should we sit on the ground?"

Rangiku swept over and ushered them forward. "Nonsense! This is a Western-style rock-and-roll show! You stand, and dance, and feel the pulse of the crowd and the thrum of the music!" She deposited her group near the stage, and whooshed away, calling over her shoulder, "There'll be t-shirts for sale at the exit afterwards, make sure you get one!"

The youngest of the group, a slender, dark-haired boy, gaped. "What . . . what was she wearing?"

~ ~ ~ ~​

Three songs in, and the crowd seemed to be into what they were doing. It was sort of amazing how well they were playing, especially to Isamu. He'd thought the group wasn't ready three weeks ago, and he'd been proven wrong. They'd swung through "The Twist," "Johnny B. Goode," and "Jailhouse Rock" with ease, and he'd been pleasantly surprised at it.

"And this one," he said into the microphone, looking out over the crowd of enthusiastic young shinigami, "is for all the ladies out there who know exactly what I'm saying."

Nemu, knowing what the order of the songs was, tapped out the beat on her drumsticks. As the others started playing as well, Isamu smiled at Amaya, who was floating around in the crowd, her pink hair done up in two perky tails. As he watched, she winked at him, and he started to sing, "Can't buy me love, love! Can't buy me love . . . ."

~ ~ ~ ~​

"Honestly, Ran-san, why did you insist on these outfits?" Momo looked very uncomfortable in what Rangiku was calling their "groupie uniform". It consisted mainly of bare skin, a very tight, very short black skirt, a very tight t-shirt with the band's name across the front, and a very tall pair of high heels. Momo's shirt was whole and tucked neatly into her skirt, but she'd bowed to Rangiku's edict that some skin had to be shown by cutting a V into the neck of it.

Amaya handed the dark-haired girl a cup of water and shrugged. "It's a Western rock-and-roll show, Momo-chan! We're supposed to look trashy so that the band wants to take us backstage!" Her own t-shirt was cut off a few inches below her breasts, just covering them enough to make her decent, unless she raised her arms over her head.

The busty vice-captain nodded, refilling her own cup of water. "That's right. It's important to have the right atmosphere, and for that, we have to look the part! How else will other girls know what to wear when they come to these things in the future, if we don't set a precedent now?" The water splashed onto her top, and down the front - she'd gone for the cut-off look as well as the home-made V-neck, exposing a ridiculous amount of skin. The shirt clung to her almost indecently where the water had trickled, and she sighed, a twinkle in her eye. "Oh, how clumsy." The rest of the water went onto her front. "I just can't be trusted with a drink, I guess!"
 
There was a harsh jangle as Hisagi's fingers fumbled with the strings of his guitar and Isamu winced at the sound. Fortunately, it wasn't too likely to be noticed by the audience since they didn't really know what to look or listen for; the danger was in it throwing everyone else off. Off to his right, he saw the tall and muscular Captain Kyouraku grimace a bit but he kept pace, on the other side, the doll-like Nemu merely closed her eyes and focused on the beat she was producing. "Rhythm's got it together, at least," he thought. Now what had rattled Hisagi?

And then he saw. Rangiku and Amaya, Momo was there too but she really wasn't that much of a distraction compared to the other two, had returned to the front row to cheer, scream, and dance. And somehow Rangiku's shirt had gotten wet. Really wet. It clung to her glorious, massive, majestic tits like nothing he'd ever seen and the water had made the fabric almost see-through...Good God.

Hisagi managed to recover in time to pick up the lyrics as the bridge ended, "Well, my heart went boom, when I crossed that room,..."

Isamu shook his head as he played the rhythm guitar for the climax of the last of the Beatles songs in the set. He and Hisagi played both lead and rhythm, on different songs, and whoever was lead sang. As much as he liked the display, he could only hope the busty lieutenant's shirt dried out soon, or it might be bad when they got to the more complex guitar work.

~~~~~~~~~​

"I see a bad moon rising; I see trouble on the way."

"It's very energetic, isn't it?" White maned Ukitake shook his head slightly, "Though I'm still not sure what to make of it, really."

"I see earthquakes and lightnin'. I see bad times today."

"I like it!" Kaien Shiba was grinning, "Now this is music you can dance to!"

"Don't go round tonight! It's bound to take your li-ayfe."

His lovely wife rolled her eyes but gave him a fond smile nonetheless, "It's loud and fierce, of course you like it." She sniffed, "Those of us who are a bit more refined have to examine it for deeper understanding."

"There's a bad moon on the rise."

Kaien shrugged, "I guess you don't want to dance then." Miyaki's eyes narrowed a bit but he just grinned wider, "Or did you?"

~~~~~~~~~​

"Wake it, shake it, Mony, Mony!"

"I find this new Western influence disturbing." The Captain Commander's voice rumbled from behind his beard. He was seated with a few of the other more conservative captains, having tea out under the stars. They were out on the wooden porch of one of Squad 1's buildings.

"Up down, turn around, come on, Mony!"

"Yet the benefits of the new medical and communication technologies in the Human World are impressive," Aizen said with a faint smile. "And as dire as their duties often are, is it so wrong for our fighters to have some fun?"

"Hey she give me love and I feel all right, now."

Tousen set his tea cup down slowly. "...I feel the ground shaking."

"Don't stop now, come on, Mony. Come on, I said yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!"

There was an embarrassed cough from Komamura's helm and the huge man's foot stopped tapping along with the song's beat. "My apologies."

~~~~~~~~~​

The others waved their arms as they set their instruments down, and Isamu stepped up to the microphone. "One more song, ladies and gentlemen, and then a quick break. This one's a personal favorite, hope you like it." It also only needed him, which gave everyone else a little more time to rest and relax their hands.

He strummed out the opening bars of the more folk-like melody, "Come gather now people, wherever you roam. And admit that the waters around you have grown..."

Renji rolled his eyes as he went offstage with the others, flexing his hands, "Man, he just can't lay off, can he?"

Hisagi shook his head, "When he has an audience like this? Of course not."

Kyouraku shrugged, "That's just who he is, Renji-kun. Might as well accept it. He's a little high strung, I guess, but what can you do?" Then he shifted over to Nemu, "Ah, so, Nemu-chan, how are your legs feeling from the floor drum? I could give you a nice massage."
 
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