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"Hnn, ohhh, oh, my," Isane moaned softly. He was just as forward, as bold as she'd imagined he'd be, after that first kiss. He held her close to him, not quite touching. His lips kissed a hot trail down the side of her neck; just that making her moan and sigh and feel hot. His hands had fully opened her kosode, running over the skin of her back and her sides, his touch hot and firm on her skin. Her own hands grasped his shoulders, feeling the corded muscle there moving under them. "Takeuchi, you're so...mm! So bold," she blushed as he lifted his head.

"So are you, Isane-chan," he grinned. "Calling me out here for a present just so you could seduce me." Her blush deepened and she began to move her arms to cover herself. He took hold of them, "Oh, no. Don't cover yourself. You're gorgeous and I want to see all of you."

She nodded, "H-hai." She stepped back a bit and slowly pulled her kosode off her shoulders and down her arms. Her breasts were contained by a simple white bra; the mounds ample and plush to his eyes.

God, did she have any idea how sexy she looked right there? Her robe draped at her elbows, shoulders and chest exposed, her face shy yet eager? He breathed out slowly, "God, you're so sexy."

Isane smiled and nibbled her lower lip. "I am?"

"Yes. God, yes." She pulled her kosode off and began to hold it out as if to fold it, "Let it fall." She shivered at the sound of his voice, there was an undertone that was so...base. The dark garment tumbled to the floor. "The rest."

She turned around then, remembering something Rangiku-san had once told her. Isane looked at him over her shoulder as she untied the cords holding her hakama together and up, holding them but letting them slacken. The cloth fell a few inches to reveal the tops of her thighs and the curves of her ass, hidden by her white panties. He let out a long, low exhalation, his eyes warm and she smiled. Then she let them fall as well.

As she stepped out of them, he was upon her. His arms circled around her from behind and she felt him press against her back. She gasped, feeling his skin on hers, Isamu apparently having doffed his kosode on the way to her. "Isamu-san," she sighed. He tipped her head back and kissed her again, then once more down her neck. His hands slid up her sides, then her taut stomach, before they moved up to cup and gently squeeze her breasts through her bra. She whimpered into his lips, her back arching and filling his hands further with her ripeness.

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Hisagi sat at the table in Amaya's room, smiling as he watched her bustle about to prepare the tea. She was adorable. And hot. She had a rack second only to his Rangiku, long legs, a pretty face, and he couldn't tell in her shihakusho, but he bet her ass was dynamite. "Thank you for inviting me in, Kuragari-san."

She smiled and shook her head, "No, thank you for joining me. I really didn't want to be alone right now." And she wasn't. She was alone with him. In her room. And he was...SO sexy. Those muscles, the scars, the tattoos, that wild hair, his attitude, all so...so wild but he wasn't at the same time. He was dangerous, but safe. In a lot of ways, he reminded her of..

She shook her head. She wasn't going to think about him now. "Um, what would you like to eat? I have some rice crackers, some candy Ukitake-taicho handed out, and a few sweet buns."

Hisagi almost said something. Almost. "A sweet bun would be fine, Kuragari-san."

"Hai!" She put a few on the tray and then turned to reach for the teapot. Suddenly she jerked, as if slipping on something, and started to move back, wildly flailing her arms, "Waaaah!"

She fell back but didn't hit the floor. She opened one of her closed eyes and looked up into Hisagi's face. He was crouched on the ground, holding her in his arms, her chest pressed to his. She could feel their skin touch where her breasts forced her kosode open and his loosely worn top gaped wide. Her green eyes were wide. "Hi-Hisagi-fukutaicho..."

"Kuragari-san, are you all right?"

She licked her lips. "No, but...I will be." And before he could answer, she pushed herself up and kissed him, the fingers of one small hand twining through his wild locks.
 
Smiling boldly, Isamu rubbed against Isane's back, feeling her smooth skin and her round ass pressing against his groin. She felt so good, warm and soft and silky. And her breasts were so large and full, filling his hands completely. "Oh, Isane-chan," he cooed, nuzzling her neck, "such a hot body, so hungry for me."

She flushed, her hands moving hesitantly to wrap around his neck. Her fingers found his hair, that gorgeous, wild wealth of hair, and stroked through it, relishing the feel of it. "I . . . you feel so warm, so hard," she breathed.

He chuckled, and it made her shiver. "You haven't seen hard yet," Isamu said in a throaty purr that almost made her legs go weak. "But you will." His fingers went to the center of her bra, working the small clasp in the front, releasing the tension that held her breasts hidden.

As her bra opened, Isane let out a small squeak, her hands twitching to cover her body. Until he used one hand to hold her arms where they were. "I told you I wanted to see it all." He nipped the skin of her neck, licking it delicately. "That's what you wanted, isn't it?"

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A moment of hesitation before Hisagi's arms tightened, cradling Amaya close to him. It had been too long since he'd been kissed - Rangiku didn't like to do it, and she would never explain why. And it was clear that this girl knew what she was doing, her lips soft and sweet, and firm against his. And feeling that body pressed against his was . . . amazing.

Finally, their lips parted, and he looked at her through half-lidded eyes. "Kuragari-san . . . ." Blinking, he stood up, taking her with him. "This isn't . . . it's not right. You and Takeuchi . . . I don't want to be how you get back at him."

She sighed and stepped back. "Let me finish getting the tea." She was stopped by a hand on her shoulder.

"Let me - I don't want to have to catch you twice in one night." He smiled and went to get the tea pot.

"It's not . . . that's not what it is," she said as he set the tray down on the table. "I mean, there are a lot of reasons."

As Hisagi poured the tea, he looked at her with a skeptical expression. "Then tell me."

Amaya held her teacup in both hands, staring into it as though the words would be at the bottom. "I know . . . that being celibate isn't going to help, for one. It hasn't gotten me very far as it stands." She chose to ignore the fact that she hadn't really been celibate, but . . . the point remained that it wouldn't help. "And I know that Ran-san left with Kira-kun and Momo-chan tonight."

His face paled behind the tattoos. "She did?" Then he sighed. "Of course she did." Trying to break the mood that was gathering, he added, "But I know Takeuchi thinks about you a lot."

Her smile was bright, but then faded. "He's not thinking about me now. And we . . . right now, we don't owe anything to each other. Until one of us says something, it's not fair of either of us to get . . . jealous, or mad." Amaya's eyes were deep green as she sipped her tea. "I thought it would be . . . nice, for both of us."
 
Isane nodded, "Yes," she answered in a tiny voice, "but it's so embarrassing."

He chuckled again, "Isane-chan, you have nothing to be embarrassed about." He turned her around, his strong hands on her shoulders. "Look at my eyes." Her blue eyes looked into his. "Do you see any regret or disappointment?"

She blushed and tried to look down, but he cupped her chin with one hand and firmly refused the motion. "...A little," she answered, "But it's not because you don't like me or, or how I look but because I'm not...her."

Isamu blinked, his face stunned, "Isane..." She could see that clearly into him? The only regret he felt right now at all was that...that this wasn't Amaya before him. But he felt a pang of guilt at that. If he really felt that way, why didn't he say something? But...if he did and she didn't feel the same...which she didn't...

She smiled though, "Am I really...am I really sexy?"

Her words brought him back to the now and he nodded. "You are." He licked his lips, "If you could feel me down there, you'd know I meant it."

She gulped. She couldn't. She shouldn't. One gentle, careful healer's hand touched the junction of his legs, feeling through the fabric of his hakama and undergarments. "Oh. Oh, Isamu-san, is this...because of me?" It felt so...it was long and thick and even through the fabric it felt warm to the touch.

"Uhh...hnnn, God, that touch," he gasped. He closed his eyes, savoring it, "Yesss, it's because, ohh, of you. All because of you."

She smiled. "I...made Isamu-san hard." There was a rush of happiness within her. It was validation in the purest sense. Amaya had said men would like her body, Nemu had confirmed it, Renji had seemed to, but somehow this...her getting this reaction from him all by herself...it made all those things more real. "I did this." She grasped him through his trousers and his sharp intake of breath gave her an erotic thrill of power. "Does it feel good, Isamu-san?"

"You...you know that it does," he managed. God, she was so fucking hot right now. So hot, those big tits, smooth skin, sweet face and eyes, and all acting so innocent and sweet. "This touch feels...so good, beautiful."

She felt a surge of confidence. And something else. Her vagina was wet and warm and getting wetter and hotter. She squirmed her legs together. "Isamu-san, I want to see all of you too. And...and feel your hands on me, and-and touch you back and...and then..."

He shivered. "I want that too." Her hand released him. He untied his hakama and let them fall, untying the ties of his covering beneath, and pulled it off. His cock was tall and proud; pulsing with want and vitality, hard and hungering.

"Ahh...it's...it's so...strong-looking," she said in a small voice. It was...she didn't know how to describe it. So manly and so...so tempting, beckoning her to touch it, to taste it, to fill herself with it. She licked her lips. "I...I really...I like your cock." She blushed, "Since I gave you that physical and it got big, I've....I've wondered about it sometimes."

He grinned with pride. "You won't have to wonder now, Isane-chan." She nodded and as he stepped close to her, slipped her panties down over her hips and thighs. He groaned as his hardness pressed against her sex, their bodies coming together in an embrace. "God, Isane-chan...you're so ripe and sweet."

He kissed her, arms holding her tight to him. Then they slid lower, cradling her by her back. Isamu leaned her back in his arms, kissing down her neck to her collarbones. She let out a gasp as his lips began to explore her breasts. He kissed and licked the soft flesh, the inner curvers, the peaks, the valley between. "Hah! Hhh...hhuuhhh, Isamu-saaan," she groaned as he feasted on her tits like a starving man.

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Hisagi was silent for several moments. He closed his eyes. He took a long drink of his tea. "It would be nice. I know you know it but you're drop dead gorgeous and that body...you give even Rangiku a run for her money."

Amaya blushed prettily. "I'm not that...not me."

"Yeah, you are," he answered. He actually smiled, "You're one of the top rated Soul Society hot chicks of the Shinigami Men's Association, you know."

Amaya blinked. They...they were doing that! Ise-fukutaicho would be furious!

Hisagi looked over the table at her. His gaze was steady and warm. "...We both could use...some happiness tonight, don't you think?"

Her heart beat a bit faster. The way he was looking at her, the way he said that. "Hai. We could." She licked her tongue over her tempting lips. "And you are...you are really...hot, you know."

His smile became a grin that then faded to a serious expression. "You seem so cute and innocent...but you think about things like this a lot, don't you?" He had moved closer, pushing the small table carefully aside.

She nodded, "I do. About you, and other men, and...and women too."

"You're a bad girl, aren't you, Kuragari?" Hisagi took the teacup from her hands and set it on the table.

"Hai," she breathed.

"Good. I like bad girls." He kissed her; starting sweet and light, becoming harder and more lustful. He pushed her back and down; his weight atop her, hands starting to move and explore the wonders of her lush body.
 
Amaya squirmed a little underneath Hisagi's body - not to escape, but to try and get more contact with his hands. She moaned a little as his fingers delved into the top of her corset, brushing over the plush flesh of her breasts. But her moans were muffled by their kiss, the hot press of his lips on hers. Amaya's hands went up to wrap around his neck, fingers stroking through the dark, spiky hair.

He pulled back slightly, looking down at the pink-haired girl. "You are a bad girl," he breathed, watching as she licked her lips, her eyes opening slowly to look up at him. Supporting himself over her, Hisagi reached into the denim corset with one hand and cupped one of her breasts.

"Of course I am," she said softly. "But you're not much better," Amaya joked, letting him pull one of her generous mounds from the denim cover, exposing it to the air and his sight.

"Never said I was," he whispered, reaching inside the corset again, his fingers quickly finding the other breast and lifting it free from its cage. "But I think you like it." His head dipped again, capturing her mouth again as his hand massaged her bare breasts.

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Isane managed to gain enough control over herself to pull him backward toward her bed. "Please, Isamu-san . . . you make my legs go weak," she said, flushing.

He smiled at her, a little of his usual wild spirit coming through. "By all means, Isane-chan. Lie down and let me have my way with you." His hands stroking up and down her sides as they stepped back toward the futon. His fingers danced over her ribs to the undersides of her breasts before she stopped, kneeling down and looking up at him. "Ohhh, sweetheart . . . there are so many things we could do like this."

Her cheeks turned red, and she licked her lips. "I . . . I've never done that before. Would you . . . could I?"
 
Amaya's breath hitched in her throat. Hisagi had moved down her body; his hot lips raining kisses on her neck and her collarbones. He was now teasing the pink bud of one nipple with his clever tongue; licking and lashing the tip of his tongue over it. One hand played with the other, rubbing the stiff nipple between two fingers.

"I love big tits like yours," he sighed happily.

She giggled, "You're in love with Ran-san, so it makes sense." She ducked her head and bit her lower lip as she stretched her arms up over her head. His breath rushed out in a low and appreciative growl. "Do you like them?"

"Fuck, yes." He took one breast in each hand and squeezed before lowering his head and kissing between them. "I could play with these luscious tits all night. Or..."

Amaya shivered when he used that word. It was so dirty and it made her feel sexy and hot! "Or what?"

Hisagi licked his lips, "Tell me, pretty, have you ever had these sweet tits fucked?" She shook her head and he grinned. "I think you're about to." He knelt up off of her and pulled his kosode open and off his shoulders. "Strip down, baby, but leave the corset on. I like it."

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Isamu's hands flexed in anticipation. "Isane-chan, I'd beg you to." She looked up at him and he groaned. He was able to look right down her naked form to see those gorgeous tits pressed together and the way her eyes looked just then was so sweet and so wrong. It was almost indecent how grateful she seemed to be at his words. "Please, beautiful. Go ahead and touch me, use that sexy mouth and taste me."

She nodded, "Yes." In her current position, his organ seemed even bigger. She could make out the veins and minute details of his hard flesh. She could smell it, a manly and heady scent that made her mouth feel dry and her sex ache. She'd imagined doing this with him before and seen Nemu-san do it to Abarai.

Isamu gasped as she leaned forward with no further warning and licked her tongue over the head of his cock. "Ah-hh!" She lapped at it for several moments like a kitten at a bowl of cream. "God, Isane...more, please."

She felt a thrill at hearing him speak that way. She liked him being strong and commanding but the thought, the mere idea, that she might be able to make him ask for it was amazing. Isane's closed eyes opened and she looked up at him and she ducked her head to lick up the length of his cock from beneath.

His breath hissed out of him, "F-f-ffuck," he groaned. The feeling was so good; her tongue was wet and warm yet her saliva cool after it passed. And her looking at him as she did it made it even hotter.

She smiled, her cheeks flushed, "I'm glad you like it, Isamu-san. I want...more too." And with that, she opened her mouth and he groaned long and loud as she took the head of his cock into her mouth. She started to suckle on it, the tip of her tongue playing over his slit. Slowly, she pushed her head down, taking a bit more in. Her eyes closed and she started to bob her head up and down, her lips sealed around his shaft, sucking on his rod and cooing happily around his meat.
 
Flushing, Amaya sat up, her fingers going to the fastenings of her skirt - they were fairly simple, and she had the fabric loosened and off of her legs in a few moments. Her pink panties followed, as did the platform shoes she'd worn the whole night. She looked at him, eyes wide and eager as he tossed his kosode aside and slipped his hakama down his legs, exposing a fundoshi that was deformed with his growing erection. "Ohh, Hisagi-san," she cooed, licking her lips, "is that all for me?"

He looked at her, his eyes traveling boldly over her body, drinking in the curves of her hips and breasts. "You know it, doll." He untied the cloth covering him, tossing it aside and reaching down to stroke his shaft. Hisagi smiled down at her, motioning her forward. "Come here, pretty."

She crawled to where he was standing, looking up at him from under lowered eyelashes. "Anything you want, Hisagi-fukutaicho," she said obediently. Amaya stopped in front of him, sitting up on her knees, face to face with his stiff cock. "I'm glad to be of service."

Stepping forward, Hisagi aimed his cock at her face, stroking it a few more times. "Suck it, get me all wet and ready for your hot tits." She opened her mouth, and he groaned. This innocent-obedient thing was hotter than he'd imagined; Rangiku always took charge when they were together, and that was good, but this . . . maybe he'd have to try and be more dominant. He stepped forward, slipping his cock into her mouth.

Amaya closed her lips around it, starting to suck immediately. It was hot and musky and wonderful. She used her tongue to wriggle along the bottom of it, massaging the sensitive underside of Hisagi's cock. One hand went up, stroking along his thigh until it reached his scrotum, gently cupping and caressing the sac.

His breath hissed through his teeth at the feeling, and he began to fuck her mouth slowly. "Oh, you're a good little cocksucker, aren't you?" One of his hands went to cradle the back of her head, feeling the softness of her hair as he guided her on his cock. "Such an eager, talented little slut."

Her green eyes peered up at him over a mouth full of cock, and she moaned softly, nodding her agreement as much as she could. It was true, she loved doing this, and she was, by all accounts, talented at it. As for being a slut . . . she could agree with that too, at least in the context. Amaya's fingers kept stroking his balls, massaging the tender skin and coaxing his pleasure out.

Hisagi almost cried out as she swallowed his entire shaft suddenly, burying that pretty face between his legs as her fingers kept up their motion on his scrotum. "Fuck! You are a bad girl!" Gently pulling back, he watched as his cock slowly slid out of her mouth. "But I want to feel those luscious tits wrapped around me before I give you your treat." Licking his lips, he lifted her a little and stepped forward, letting his cock rest between her breasts and reaching down to press them together. "Mmmm, god, these are magnificent!"
 
Isane's cheeks were concave, her eyes half-lidded. Her sweet, shy face held a rare expression of sensual inundation mixed with enjoyment and surprise. To Isamu, it was madly sexy to see her there; on her knees before him, the silver haired and busty healer eagerly sucking on his cock. One of her steady, soft hands was around the base, pumping it in rhythm with her sucking. His shaft was slick with her spit as her head drew back, glistening before being devoured again my her lips.

"God, Isane-chan," he groaned. It was obviously her first time at this. Part of his mind wondered if he'd ever be with a woman, aside from Retsu, when it wasn't their first time. She was eager though, far more than he expected. "Feels good, baby. And you look so fucking hot with my cock in your mouth."

Isane shivered and moaned around his meat; the sensation drawing a slow, hissing exhalation from him. This was...much better than she had anticipated. His smell filled her nose and she liked it. His cock was hot hard and filled her mouth, pushing into her throat. He tasted musky and salty, and she found it a flavor she could enjoy.

She kept sucking, moving her head slightly one way and then the other, brushing his sensitive member against the insides of her cheeks or the roof of her mouth, drawing happy moans from him. He was leaking into her as well, pre-ejaculate drizzling down her throat. After several more minutes, she pulled back and let him out, taking a deep breath. "I like it. Sucking your...your cock, I wasn't sure but...it felt sexy." She blushed, looking up at him shyly.

"It is sexy, Isane-chan," he answered. "And I would love to have more. But." She blinked. "But I want something else even more." He knelt himself, his hands grabbing her shoulders and lightly pushing her down onto her futon. "Lie back. And open for me."

"Open? I..." She blushed bright red. "Isamu-san! But that's so...it's too embarrassing."

Isamu shook his head, "Be proud of your body, Isane-chan. It's magnificent." He leaned over her and kissed her lips; lingering and fierce. Then he moved down her body slowly. His hot lips peppered kisses over her neck. He paused for a time on her big breasts, laving them with his tongue and teasing her nipples between strong fingers. His mouth drew a line of wet, hot caresses down her stomach. "Show me," he whispered.

She gulped and nibbled her lower lip, "H-hai," slowly spreading her legs. She gasped as the tips of one hand's fingers grazed her most private place. "H-hhahh!" Just from a touch!

"Oh, baby doll. So hot and so wet already. And I'm just getting started." Isamu licked his lips. He moved lower still.

Isane gasped, "N-no, you shouldn't! It's-ahhnnyaaa!" Her eyes closed and her head went back as she felt his hot breath on her sex a moment before something warm, wet, and slithery caressed her folds. He was...that was his...down there...

Isamu smacked his lips as he drew in the taste of her. "God, that's so good. Your pussy is fucking great. And I need...more." He pressed his lips to her sex and kissed it, again and again. His tongue slipped between her folds and caressed the flesh beneath.

Isane cried out, her hands desperately clutching his shoulders. "Is-sa-mu-saaan!" His only answer was a low chuckle into her cunt as he began to lick and enjoy her sex fully.
 
Isane couldn't stop squirming, unsure what she was trying to accomplish, but knowing that it was making the sensations growing, pouring from Isamu's mouth and into her pussy, feel more intense and wonderful. This was . . . this was dirty, and wrong and . . . no wonder people said that, why would anyone want anything else once they felt this? "Isamu-san, don't stop, your mouth . . . so good, can't believe . . . ."

Isamu looked up at her, seeing her pretty face flushed with hunger and desire, and smiled against her wet, hot pussy. "You look so sexy like that, Isane-chan," he said before slipping his tongue into the tight hole in front of him. The flexible muscle wriggled a bit, exploring the warm inside of her pussy and savoring the taste. He wondered for a moment if, when she and Amaya had been together in the human world, they had done this. And if it tasted the same. His fingers rubbed her clit, teasing the tender nub as he thrust his tongue over and over into her body.

Moaning, Isane couldn't stop herself from thrusting her hips up into his face. That felt so good, so amazing! Her fingers were clutching at his shoulders and hair, guiding his face and just trying to to get more contact between them. "Unnnh, Isamu-san . . . more, I need . . . want . . . never felt like this . . . ."

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Sweat beaded on Hisagi's forehead and arms as he thrust over and over into Amaya's generous breasts. This felt so good, and the sweat was less from exertion and more from holding back as hard as he could to keep from painting that sweet face with his cum. This felt so good, her breasts so plush and soft, and the way she licked and sucked eagerly at the head of his cock when it came within her mouth's reach, was outrageous.

Amaya looked up at him, her eyes lidded with want. "Your cock feels so hot and hard, Hisagi-san," she cooed, licking her lips. "So thick and hard between my big tits." She tossed her head to push her hair over her shoulders, leaning her head forward in time to catch the head of his cock again, pulling it into her mouth and suckling on it like a piece of hard candy.

His head went back, moaning in pleasure. "God, hearing you talk like that . . . you're so damn sexy!" The tattooed man paused for a moment, taking one of his hands away from her breasts to guide her own hand up to hold the two globes together. "Hold them . . . I want to see you hold them together for me," he breathed.

She smiled up at him, and did so, letting him hold her shoulders to slide more freely between her breasts. "Mmm, I can't wait to see what you feel like inside me," she whispered, her tongue flicking out to swirl around the head of his cock.
 
Isamu groaned into Isane's slick, scorching slit as one of her hands grabbed his hair, pulling in her pleasured agony. That stung, but it also felt nastily good. All the more so because he was driving her to mad grasping and clutching, almost desperate, with his efforts. "Nuhh! Hhnn!" She was trying to speak but half the time it was unintelligible. "Suh-so much," she gasped.

His tongue thrust again and again into her sex. Each time he twined upward and licked her walls, dragging it along them as it slithered out. She cried out, back arching when he did so, as his hungry, lustful tongue caressed that secret spot within her. At the same time, his fingers rubbed the outer part; flicking back and forth and back and forth again, over and over, ravishing her clit.

Isane felt like she was going to explode! This was too much, too much, too much, she couldn't hold it in! "Iiiisamu-saaan," she cried, "I, ah-hH! I'm goinnng to burst! Too much!"

He didn't answer in words; simple tongued her pussy faster, harder, mashing his face into her sex and lancing deep with his tongue. Her hand grabbed his head and squeezed, her legs drawing around his head, thighs pressing against the sides of it. She cried out as they squeezed his head tighter and tighter, the young man unable to breathe anything other than her suddenly rushing juices and the glorious stink of her cunt.

Isane's cry cut off almost as if at a signal; and though he could not see, her mouth stayed open and her eyes screwed shut. Then she suddenly fell limp as a puppet with cut strings. Her arms fell away from him weakly and her thighs slumped off.

Isamu lifted himself up and drew in a deep breath as if he'd almost drowned. His face glistened; covered in Isane's nectar. He panted for breath as she stirred feebly and he smiled. "Are...are you all right...Isane..chan?"

She was smiling as well and when her eyes opened they were awash with happiness and pleasure. "I...I never...it was bigger than I ever felt before...oh, Isamu-san..." She lifted her hands, gesturing for him to come to her. He slid into her embrace and she kissed him; tasting herself on his lips and loving it. She gasped as she felt his cock brush against her. Their lips parted. "Please."

"Please what, Isane-chan?" His eyes said he knew but they also gleamed with erotic teasing.

She flushed. "I want...please, do...do that to me."

He kissed her again. "Oh, sweetheart. I will...if you say it." She flinched. "Say what you want. I want to hear your cute voice tell me exactly what you want me to do to you." She turned her head away, and her lips started to move, "No, no." He pressed a finger to them. "Look at me when you say it."

Slowly, she turned her head back. "I...I want...I want you to..." She swallowed. "F..." He felt her chest rise as she drew in a steadying breath. "Please, fuck me." She gasped, shocked to hear herself say it, as his smile became a wanton grin. That had felt good! And she...she suddenly felt like a dam had burst. "Fuck me, Isamu-san. Fuck me now and fuck me deep and, and hard. I want it so much. Want to feel you inside me." She pressed herself against him, rubbing her tits against his chest. "I want your cock in me; filling me up. Fuck me. Fuck me, please!"

Isamu kissed her hard and then leaned back. "God, you're the real thing, aren't you? The innocent whore." She shivered and blushed but her legs parted as he stood up. He stroked his cock as he looked down at her. "So fucking sexy."

Isane licked her lips, "Please," she whimpered again. Her legs spread fully open; her pussy wet and juicy, her fluids trickling onto the futon. "I want it inside."

He moved low and knelt between her legs. His hands ran up her thighs and then to her hips. She reached down with a hand and cooed as she took a hold of his rod. Isamu moved forward and she guided him as his hands took hold of her hips. They both gasped as his head brushed her folds and pushed past. He held it a moment. "Isane-chan...take my cock, you sexy, sweet, woman."

Then he was in her and she cried out, "It's going in! Ahhyyaaa!" Her eyes went wide as he conquered her; his long, hard shaft spreading her silken, supple flesh, pushing deep, deep into her core. "Ahhh, Ha-hhai! Yes! Put it iiiin!"

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Hisagi groaned, "You want...want this cock in you, slut?" His hips continued to move as she held her tits together around his cock; a perfect sleeve of titflesh to fuck.

"Hai, onegai," she begged in her cutest voice. "I feel so...so empty without a cock in my hot, tight, wet, little pussy." She looked up at him with dewy eyes. "Please, won't you...fill me?"

Rangiku wasn't one for dirty talk. There was a lot of moaning during their sex and giggling but this...nothing like it. He loved it. That filthy mouth with that sweet voice and this body...fuck. "Damn, you are a slut!" He stepped back and growled, "Turn around. I want you on all fours."

Amaya felt a fresh surge of wetness between her legs, "Ohhh, Hisagi-san!" She laid back, untucking her legs from beneath her. She looked up at him as she spread her legs just enough for him to see her pussy. "Hisagi-san's big, hard cock...it's going to fuck me little pussy." She rolled onto her stomach and lifted her ass up into the air, "I can't wait for Hisagi-san to pound into my dirty cunt and fuck me like an animal." She pushed herself up on her arms and her legs spread. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked up at him. "Please...please fuck me like a cheap whore."

Hisagi growled, "Just like you deserve." He felt a shock at himself saying it but...when she talked like that, it just came out. Normally, he'd be slow but...but she seemed to want it that way, so...

He moved in a flash. Suddenly he was over her, hands grabbing her tits and hauling her back at the same moment his hips thrust forward, "Take it, slut! Take that cock!"

She yelled as he entered her; his thickness stabbing in with no preamble or warning. "Hai! Hai, fuck me, Hisagi-san! Wreck my filthy, slutty cunt with your big dick!"
 
Amaya could barely keep herself from crying out with every thrust. This was hot and primal and wonderful, and she bit her lower lip. "Yes, god, please more!" Her eyes were closed to take in the pleasure without being distracted by the sights of the bedroom. This feeling . . . so good, hot and sweet and full.

Hisagi's hands on her hips gripped more tightly as he began to piston in and out of her soaking wet pussy. "Fuck, yes! Anything you want, you sweet little whore!" He'd never talked like this to a woman before, and he . . . he liked it, even while a small part of him felt bad about it. She was responding like she loved it, however, and that went a long way to alleviating his worry over it. On impulse, Hisagi lifted one hand a smacked her ass with it, just hard enough for the impact to register.

At the impact, Amaya squeaked, jumping forward a little. But she could also feel - and knew he could as well - her pussy twitch around him, squeezing his stiff cock as it move in and out of her. "Have I been a naughty girl, Hisagi-fukutaicho?" she gasped, wiggling her ass as much as she could with her hips held tightly in his grip.

~ ~ ~ ~​

At first, Isamu was worried that he'd hurt her - her reaction was so intense that he might have stopped, if this hadn't been something he'd been wanting, dreaming about since he'd graduated from the academy. As it was, he did pause for a moment when he was fully inside of her, looking at her pleasure-dazed face to make sure it was pleasure and not something else that had given her eyes that glazed look. But it was pleasure, and that made him even harder. "Ohh, Isane-chan . . . that expression is so sexy!"

One hand rested on her hip, holding her steady while he started to pull back just far enough to enable him to thrust back in. The other hand went to cup one of her breasts, massaging the supple flesh as he entered her again. Isane arched her back, biting her lower lip as she moaned. "Feels . . . amazing, better than I dreamed!"

Leaning forward, Isamu tugged her body against his as he kissed her. "Oh, Isane-chan, have you been dreaming about fucking me? Such a bad girl," he breathed, thrusting into her again. "Hot, nasty, bad girl!" His lips found her neck, licking and nipping the tender skin there.
 
"Aya!" Isane's eyes were closed, her head back. "Y-yes!" It was just too much to see with everything else, with all this...this feeling just filling her and spiking through her and growing and growing in her belly. "Yes, I'm-yaa, a b-bad girl!" She reached up with her hands, groping blindly until her fingers grazed the skin of her lover. She almost jerked them back, he felt almost burning to the touch. "I-I dreamed of...of Isamu-san...fucking meeee, aahhaa! Just like, like thisss," she hissed as he began to pump his hardness in and out of her.

"God, Isane-chan," he groaned. His cock was slipping in and out of her pussy with steady, strong strokes. Fuck, this was heaven! She felt every bit, every God damn bit, as good as he'd imagined. "Never knew...wanted this pussy...wanted to feel my hard cock," he grunted and thrust in hard, making her shriek with delight, "fucking ravishing you ever since I fucking saw you!"

"Ahh, hhh, s-so Isamu-san, Isamu-san's even worse!" Her trembling hands grabbed hold of his shoulders, "Lusting, hhn, after, ahh, a su-superior officer, you...you dirty, bad boy!"

God, her dirty talk was so cute it was almost unsexy. Almost. "That's right, Isane-chan," he answered. His hand continued to tease and massage her breast, and he drew his tongue down the valley between them before tracing the curve of the other. "A dirty boy who's fucking your pussy better than you've ever had!"

Isane gasped and nodded, "Th-the best, Isamu-san fucks me, fucks me better than anyone! I want Isamu-san to fuck me, fuck me h-harder! More, please!"

He growled and actually lightly bit her nipple, making her squeal. "Hell, yes! Going to fuck you just like you want, Isane-chan, just like this hot, sexy, lush little body fucking deserves to be used!" He began to slam into her; hard and fast now. His cock sank into her with a wet, welcoming sound and her grasping walls pulled him in deep, deep into her.

She screamed out and then shut her mouth tightly. The sound of her yell could be heard even through her tightly sealed lips; her eyes shut hard. Isamu felt her pussy suddenly clench around his dick and he cried out sharply. There was a sudden gush of something hot and wet; as though a dam holding back hot spring water had let go inside her and washed out upon him. Isane's chest heaved, the silver-haired healer opening her mouth to drag in ragged gulps of air, "Hhuuhh! Huhhaa, ahha, can't believe...s-so...so soon..."

Isamu grinned, "Oh, Isane-chan. You're not done yet, not yet by a long shot, baby doll."

~~~~~~~~~​

Hisagi's hand flew again, a bit harder, the slap across her ass ringing in the air. "Fuck! You need to ask? Down on all fours, taking a man you hardly know's cock in your fuck hole? You're naughty, filthy, dirty, you little slut!"

"AH!" Amaya jerked forward as he hit her ass. Fuck! That felt great! Who would have guessed? She threw herself back against him as he thrust forward, moaning as his long thickness speared into her. "Ahh! Punish me, Hisagi-fukutaicho! Discipline this nasty, naughty, bad lower officer!"

He slapped her ass again, as hard as last time, then began to spank her in time with his rapid pounding of her cunt. "Make a fucking example of you!" His slaps to her sweet cheeks were not hard, must softer than the last two, just enough for her to feel it and for the sound to reach her ears over their maddened fucking. "Leave you fucked and used with a red, sore ass to show everyone what...what happens to...to..." He couldn't...

"To a whore," she cried out for him. "To a naughty little whore like me! Show me, teach me, fuck me, spank me, do it, do it, Hisagi-saaan!"
 
Groaning, Isane wrapped her arms around Isamu's neck, pulling his upper body against hers. This glorious weakness, the feeling of being filled with him at the same time she felt so drained . . . it was amazing. "Isamu-san," she cooed, "I feel so wonderful, I want . . . I want you to as well." She thrust her hips up to meet his, moaning softly at the feeling of his pelvis pressing against her clit. "Want to feel your pleasure!"

Licking his lips, Isamu reached down to grab one of her legs, lifting it. He was surprised and amazed that it would bend all the way to her chest. "Oh, Isane-chan," he said, bracing himself on his hands, "if that's what you want, I'm going to give it to you." Groaning at the feeling, Isamu began to pound into her, the angle of his thrusts changed a little by having her leg lifted, letting him fill her even more completely.

With every thrust, she squeaked slightly at first. Then the little squealing noises turned into moans, her hands gripping more and more tightly the muscles around his neck. "Uhhhhn, yess! Isamu-saaaan, feels so goooood!"

~ ~ ~ ~​

The feeling and sounds of those just-barely-there smacks to her ass were rapidly pushing Amaya to the brink, and she gasped out, "Hisagi-saaan, I'm sooo close, don't stop . . . ahhhh!" Her words turned into a gasp as he gave her another firm smack. With that impact, her head went back and she let out a crying moan that she managed to muffle with one hand.

Hisagi bit his lip, trying to hold off his own climax as her body went crazy around him, squeezing and pulsing, gushing wetness over his shaft. Fuck, this was so sexy! Hearing her, feeling her, as she came . . . he wanted to last as long as he could, but it wouldn't be long now. "God, fucking ride it! Feels so good, this nasty pussy cumming on my dick," he growled, his hands pushing her hips back onto his cock.

Amaya's fingers were clenching, her toes curling, as she rode out the height of her orgasm. "Oh, oh, fuck," she panted, looking over her shoulder at him. "Hisagi-san, love feeling . . . want more of your cock!"
 
"Give you all I have, you pretty little slut," Hisagi growled in reply. He was slamming into her with abandon now; careful only not to hurt her. He was being rougher than he'd been in...ever. And she was absolutely loving it.

The hand that had been slapping her ass moved between her shoulder blades and pushed. Amaya let him press her upper body down; changing the angle he was entering her and allowing him more leverage. "Yes, Hisagi-san, yes! Push me down, fuck me like a cheap whore! Leave me open and worn out and full of your seed," she begged.

"Fuck!" Hisagi's eyes went wide and narrowed. Keep it together! Hold on! Just a little more! "Fuck, Amaya-chan, can't...want to just keep fucking your sweet pussy..." He gritted his teeth, feeling the tension in his loins build and build...no, noooo, just a little more!

"Ahh! Yaa, don't hold back, Hisagi-san!" She pushed herself back against him, "Please give it to me! Shoot your load into my pussy! Give me all your jizz, please, please!"

"Gnnhh!" He couldn't hold it!" "AHHH! Ahh, ahhh, fuck-k!" His orgasm burst and his cock began to pump and twitch inside her. She let out a happy, triumphant, cooing cry and wiggled her hips on him as he came; ropey strands of his seed spurting into her tight passage again and again and again.

They fell forward together, though Hisagi wondered if she hadn't done it to spare his feelings. He gathered her in his arms and pulled her to him, gasping for breath. "Fucking hell, Kuragari...that was...mind blowing. You are...so much sexier than I...could have imagined."

If Takeuchi ever got the hint...he'd be the happiest man alive. No question.

~~~~~~~~~​

Isamu groaned, "Oh, God, Isane-chan, you feel like a fucking dream." He was pounding into her as hard as he could, hips pistoning fast and relentless. The stink of sex filled the air, the sound of his cock filling her over and over was loud in his ears, her moans and fervent whimperings of his name, her entreaties for more, all of it echoed in him. He wanted her to cum again, he really did.

But he wanted to just let go and fuck the damn hell out of her more.

"Isamu-san, more, more, fuck me, oh, ohhh!" Isane couldn't believe it. She hadn't thought it could be better, but this...this was so strong, so intense, so powerful, and he just kept going! She clung to him with all her might, her arms tight around his neck; mashing their upper bodies together. She lifted her other leg and wrapped it around him, hooking her ankles together and pulling her legs tight to give him even more access. "Feels so good, so good, Isame-san, I can't think, can hardly breathe," she panted in a furious whisper.

"You're so hot, so fucking sexy, baby," he groaned. Her response, the way she was making herself into one curled, fuck ready piece was insane. "Take that cock, Isane-chan, all for you, you gorgeous thing! And more, I have more for you...you know...know what I'm going to do?"

She blinked. He was going to...to do that! Inside her! For a moment, she felt conflicted. Should she ask him to pull out or...but Amaya had said that it felt..."Yes! Yes, I know. Please! In me! I want it in me! I want...want that feeling...to feel like a woman, Isamu-san's woman!"

"My woman!" God, that was it! "Mine!" He pumped his hips madly, his rhythm breaking up, she squealed and let out a low, long, moaning cry. He drove deep into her, "Yes! God! Take it! Take all my cum! In you! Filling your belly!"

"YES!" She could feel it! Oh! Ohhhh! Amaya was right! She was right! "Yesss, oh, I feel it! Isamu-san's seed in me! Put it all in! Put in my belly, fill it up, make Isamu-san's baby in me!"

Isamu groaned, arching his back as best he could, pushing deep into her as his cock fired gouts of thick, hot, heavy, jizz into his Amazonian lover's insides. He came hard; over and over, his hips bucking as he blew his load in her willing body.

He almost wilted on top of her; managing to catch himself with his hands and his knees. "Hhh....huhh...Oh, God...Isane...oh, you beautiful...sexy...wonderful woman..." He smiled; worn and filled with golden delight.

Isane smiled back at him; letting herself lower down onto the futon slowly. her arms relaxed and she drew back a hand to stroke Isamu's hair. "...Thank you, Isamu-san...so much. I feel...like all the wonderful and happy things in the world."
 
Amaya laughed weakly, snuggling close to Hisagi. "You should have . . . should have thought so," she breathed. "You're the one . . . said that I was top-rated by the Men's Association." One of her hands stroked his hair, grinning as the spikes sprang back up almost immediately after her hand passed. "You were pretty good yourself."

He blushed a little, the scar and tattoos on his face standing out even more against the redness. "I've never . . . I haven't ever been like that before." Worry appeared in his eyes. "I didn't . . . you're not hurt, are you? I didn't want to . . . ."

She kissed his cheek softly. "I'm fine. If I hadn't liked what you were doing, I'd have stopped you." Amaya nestled close, resting her head on his shoulder. "So don't worry." A stray thought occurred to her as she looked down at the varied tattoos on the rest of his body, and she laughed.

"What?" He looked at her, and then at where she was looking in concern. "What's funny?" He ran his fingers over his stomach, trying to find what was making her laugh.

"Nothing, it's just . . . ." She pulled back slightly, looking at his face, her eyes dancing with mirth. "I just realized that I know two things that most of the girls in the Seireitei would love to know." She lifted one finger. "I know how many tattoos Hisagi-fukutaicho has, and where they are." Another finger went up. "And I know how many tattoos Abarai-kun has, and where." She grinned proudly. "You two are high on the list of hot male shinigami, you know," she said as she snuggled back into his arms.

He was silent for a moment, then opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He opened it again. "You and . . . Abarai? Really?" Hisagi blinked. "I thought he . . . well, I guess it works." Who was he to comment? He'd just . . . and he and Rangiku were still talking to each other. "So, um," he said, "did you want me to leave? I'm sure that Ukitake-taicho and Kaien-san don't want you girls to have men overnight."

Amaya cuddled up closer. "It's fine - you just will have to leave early-early, that's all."

~ ~ ~ ~​

Isamu and Isane had cuddled for a few moments, but then she had sat up, brushing her hair off of her face. "I'm sorry, Isamu-san," she said softly, "I've got a busy day tomorrow." Her fingers twined together nervously. "I would love to have you stay, but . . . ." She looked down at the futon, her whole body language saying that she was upset.

He leaned over, wrapping an arm around her. "Isane-chan . . . it's," he paused. It wasn't okay - he felt like he was getting railroaded. But she looked so sad that he couldn't insist on doing something she didn't want him to. "What's the real reason?" he asked, the fingers of one hand stroking her back gently.

She was quiet for a few moments, then sighed. "I know . . . I know that no matter how much you . . . we wanted this, I'm not . . . it's not . . . ." She drew her knees to her chest. "You and Amaya-chan should be together, I don't want . . . what she should have." Isane turned to him, a watery smile on her face. "She's been very sweet to me, and I feel bad enough having done . . . I loved it, but I know . . . that it's not supposed to be you and I." Her arms wrapped around her legs, and she licked her lips to moisten them. "Waking up with you tomorrow would be . . . wonderful. But I can't . . . it would be too bittersweet to have you here, knowing that you're not mine."
 
Isamu stared at her for a few moments. "Isane-ch-"

"San," she corrected. She was trying not to cry. She wasn't even sure if it was because she was so happy or because she was so sad or both. "You should call me that from now on."

"...Hai, Isane-san." It showed far more closeness than using her rank and last name but it was still a barrier that she'd set between them purposely. Isamu shifted more fully behind her and embraced her; his arms gently looping about her shoulders. "But I don' think you're bei-"

"Please," her voice was thick with emotion and unshed tears. "Just go."

He pulled his hands back and stood up. Isamu dressed silently and left her room, shutting the door behind him. He padded out of the Squad 4 barracks but his step was heavy and his shoulders tense.

He felt...as good as he'd felt before as they lay together in the afterglow of sex, he was at the polar opposite now. He'd wanted to make her feel good. She was crying. He'd made her cry. And over what? Over Amaya who...who he did...but she didn't care for him that way. He knew that. Why did she insist on...damn it! It wasn't fair! It wasn't fucking fair! Why did it have to be this way? His fantasy...it was all a joke. He'd achieved it, only to have it ruined and shoved in his face. His victory had all turned into ashes.

The guards at his own barracks hailed him as he approached, "Good evening, 10th Seat! Congratulations on your party, sir."

Isamu nodded. "...Yeah. Thanks."

One of the men smiled, "Glad to see you had some fun too, sir," he winked. "I won't ask who she was but, right off, as Americans say."

The other laughed, "He's not the only one. Hisagi-fukutaicho hasn't come back yet either."

Isamu rolled his eyes. Fucking gossip. But of course Hisagi was with a girl; he was the number one guy in the eyes of most shinigami. Including Amaya, it seemed. The Amaya that Isane had insisted he...fuck, it made his stomach hurt. "Carry on," he muttered and walked past them.

He was not yet out of hearing range when they spoke up again. "Yeah, I saw him heading past here with some girl," the first guard nodded. "That ditz with the big tits."

"Matsumoto-fukutaicho?"

"No, no. The other one. From Squad 13?"

Isamu stopped in mid-stride. The color drained from his cheeks. "Oh, yeah," the other guard laughed. "She's a sweet piece of ass, I bet! Hisagi-san gets all the luck!"

God.

God damn him.

He wasn't even sure if he meant Hisagi or himself. Now the night was complete. His "party" had signed him up for a bunch of commitments he didn't want. He'd finally gotten a chance with Isane, only for it to end in tears and heartache. And now...the reason she'd forsaken him was...was...fuck!

He hadn't been aware that he was moving again but he found himself in his room. He didn't turn on any of the lights. He didn't want them. Fuck that. One of the cats padded up to him, expecting to be petted. He brushed it aside with one leg and stalked across the room.

Ruined. Lost. All he felt was hurt. Hurt and anger. He had no real reason to be either though, did he? It was unfair of him to feel the way he did. Which was fucking unfair in itself! Didn't his hurt matter? Didn't his fucking wishes? Apparently not.

Amaya...he knew she liked Hisagi. That had been obvious since she'd met him. And now they'd had a night together. She'd fall for him. Who wouldn't? There was no contest between the two of them; he couldn't compete. Hisagi was better looking, had those wild scars and tattoos, that perfect physique, he could play music (kind of) and would get better, he was high ranked, and he had one final advantage that Isamu could never overcome. He was Japanese. He was dangerous enough to be alluring but safe enough to consider and be with. Unlike Isamu. Unlike an ugly, filthy mongrel. Which was what he was to everyone. Even to her.

He didn't sleep. He just lay in the dark trying not to cry and stewing in his anger, his pain, and his resentment. He heard Hisagi return near dawn and almost bolted up to...to do what?

Nothing.

All he could do. On that front. He should have known. He never really had a chance.

He had no right to be upset. He had no claim on Amaya. Even less on Hisagi. He should be happy. They'd be a good pair and he'd take care of her needs and...God, he wanted to vomit.

~~~~~~~~~​

The day did not improve his mood.

He was attending to some of the little work demanded of him; inspecting the practice grounds and the supplies there. He felt the presence approaching. He should have left. But he had to finish this...maybe if he was fast enough...

"Yo, Takeuchi-san!" Shuuhei Hisagi grinned at him as he waved from across the wide training ground. "Good morning!" The older man walked up, "I was going to ask about-whoa. What happened last night? You look terrible."

"Nothing," Isamu snapped, "Sir."

Hisagi blinked. That...was not the response of a man who's had a night in the Floating World with a woman shaped like Isane. "I guess I read that one wrong," he murmured. He felt a little bad now but how was he to know that Isane meant that she wanted to be walked home, not "walked home" that way. "Well, don't let it bother you. It's just the way things go." He turned to leave, "I'll look you up later about organizing practice and your article. Get some sleep when you're done, okay?"

"Wait." Warning sirens were going off in Isamu's head but he couldn't just...he couldn't just let it go. "Hisagi-fukutaicho. Last night, you and Kuragari-chan...what...are you two together?" He couldn't look at him when he said it. "She's a great girl." The best. "I'd hope that you'd be happy with her."

Hisagi frowned. How the hell did he know about that? Had he seen them after Isane rejected him? Or worse yet...gone to see Amaya at her barracks and heard them? Either way, it didn't matter. "I don't know that it's any of your business, Takeuchi," he said brusquely. "But you're wrong. Kuragari-chan and I aren't going to do that again." Probably. Tragically.

Isamu went still. So she was...she was just a quick fuck to him? Bastard! "I see. So she was just a good time for you and that's it?"

Hisagi's frown deepened. "Watch your mouth, 10th Seat. It's none of your damn business what we decided between us; but this was her call." He pointed, "Get out of here until you've got your head on straight. I'll finish up here." Isamu didn't move. "That's an order."

"Yes, sir." Isamu just dropped the stack of papers and the pen he was writing with on the spot. He turned and marched away from Hisagi, his carriage stiff and his muscles tense. His head hurt; a stabbing pain right in his forehead. God, he was so angry. He needed, he wanted...to hurt something. But Hisagi was right, it was none of his business. He shouldn't feel hurt or angry.

But he did. Why didn't that fucking matter? It didn't. He was just that...that lowly that his selfish emotions were getting the better of him. They were right about him; all of them. Violent. Undisciplined. Unwanted. Unneeded.

He didn't quite storm out of the barracks but he didn't really try to hide his mood either. Lower ranking members melted out of his way as he passed with a face like a thundercloud. Except for one. "Takeuchi-san!"

Isamu stopped dead in his tracks. Then his head slowly turned to the man. He closed his eyes and took a breath. A good leader didn't lash out at his subordinates. "Yes, Sanada-san?"

"A message came for you, from Squad 13," the man informed him. He pulled a folded paper from his kosode. "It was marked high priority."

"All right, thank you, Sanada-san. Back to your duties." The man bowed and left.

Isamu wanted to burn the damn thing but he shouldn't. It could be actual inter-squad business. He unfolded it and was greeted by Rukia's somewhat haphazard characters.

"Takeuchi-kun, I'm not going to be able to come to our kidou practice today. Nii-sama has asked me to accompany him on an official visit to the Omeada clan." Asked. Ordered was more like it. That fucker. The letter went on, "I didn't get a chance to tell Amaya-chan since I stayed overnight at the mansion. Please meet up with her and tell her I'm sorry. Remember, this is a priority message! Don't you dare disobey!"

"Damn it." He crumpled up the message and shoved it into his robes. What...fuck! He didn't want to go. He didn't want to see her. Although his heart longed to...she could make his hurt go away like no one else...but now it's just be taunting, wouldn't it? But what was his option? Not to go. To run away. Like a coward.

"Fuck," he growled. An unseated member heard him and quailed as he passed out of the gates to the Squad 9 compound. "I won't run away." If nothing else, he wouldn't run. No matter how sick and afraid and furious he felt.
 
It hadn't been an easy morning - after seeing Hisagi off in the pre-dawn, Amaya had sighed and gotten dressed, heading out into the practice yard to do some exercises. She felt . . . bad. Last night had been good, but . . . it wasn't right, or fair, that she should feel this way. She never had before. Pulling out her sword, she started to run through one of the kendo drills, trying to work out some of the snarls in her brain.

Won't work.

She stopped mid-motion, one leg up, sword extended. "I wish you'd stop showing up unannounced," Amaya said, exasperated.

Who would announce it? And I've hardly ssshowed up, assss I'm a voice. Soru-Konton Tsuki hissed inside of her head. You're being ssssilly, you know.

Moving forward in the form she was practicing, Amaya made an exasperated sound. "I don't see as that's your business. And I also don't know what you're talking about."

Oh, really? the sibilant voice was amused. If you don't, then how do you know it'ssss not my businessss?

~ ~ ~ ~​

Looking at the food in front of her, Amaya sighed a little. She'd gotten it all because she was hungry enough to eat a horse. But . . . if she ate all this, she'd get fat. Looking down at herself, she shrugged. Maybe it would all go to her tits. And if it didn't, who'd care?

Picking up her chopsticks, she started on the sushi she'd bought before she was distracted by a pair of voices walking past the room she was in.

"Thank you again, Ukitake-taicho. You're a very patient . . . patient." Amaya's head snapped up, her eyes narrowing a hair. Isane . . . she didn't want to talk to Isane.

Her captain's voice, then. "It's because of decades of practice, Koutetsu-san," he said. "I assure you, when Unohana-taicho first started treating me, I wasn't nearly as calm about it."

There was a pause. "I was wondering, sir, if I might speak to Kuragari-san."

"Oh? Has she done something wrong?"

Amaya's fingers went numb, and the sushi she'd held balanced between her chopsticks fell. Shit. She needed to get out of here, but . . . there was only one exit, and they were on the other side. Maybe if she was really quiet . . . . But there was eel sauce on her leg.

"Not at all. It's just some girl talk." Isane sounded as embarrassed as she probably was by the admission, and Amaya could imagine her looking at the floor, her hands pressed together.

Ukitake laughed. "Of course, let me see . . . oh," he laughed again. "Here she is!" The door opened, and Amaya almost flinched at the sound, plucking the stray maki from her leg. "Kuragari-san, you have a visitor."

She faked a smile. "Arigatou gozaimasu, taicho. Konnichiwa, Koutetsu-san. Please, have a seat."

Ukitake waved as he shut the door, whistling as he walked back down the hall. Isane sat, a little uncomfortably shifting her healing bag to one side. She looked at the amount of food on the table. "Oh, I hope I'm not . . . were you meeting someone for lunch, Amaya-chan?"

Amaya sighed. "No, Koutetsu-san, I'm not. I was just exceptionally hungry today."

The silver-haired woman blinked, then shrugged almost imperceptibly. "I just wanted to talk to you about . . . about last night."

Nodding once, Amaya turned back to her lunch. "I see. It's not necessary, but thank you. I hope you and Takeuchi-san will be happy together." She popped the unagi roll that had fallen into her mouth and chewed almost vengefully.

Isane shook her head. "No, Amaya-chan! It's not like that!" She reached out with one hand, almost touching the pink-haired girl's hand but not quite. "We . . . I'm sorry, I shouldn't have . . ." her cheeks were bright red. "We did do . . . that, but . . . it wasn't the way you think."

Amaya raised one eyebrow, and picked up a spoon to eat the egg custard she'd gotten. "I certainly hope things weren't that unusual, Koutetsu-san."

"No, it's just . . . we did, and then . . . he left." Isane toyed with the braids coming from her hair. "It would have been nice to have him stay but . . . you two belong together."

The spoon clinked on the side of the custard cup, and Amaya looked at the other woman. "What?" she asked softly.

Isane looked up as well, her eyes wide and dark. "Everyone knows that you two . . . you both . . . and I didn't want to interfere, or fool myself into thinking things were . . . what they aren't." She pulled her hand back, resting both of them in her lap. "So, please, when you see him next . . . don't be too hard on him."

~ ~ ~ ~​

Amaya sat alone, outside in the courtyard where they usually did their kido practice. She was reading one of the textbooks Miyako-dono had given her to use, but she was a little impatient. Rukia was never late, and this was at least five minutes past their usual time. She huffed a little as she turned the page. Maybe she was the only one who wasn't too tired or forgetful to show up.

Looking up, she saw Isamu coming close. At least he . . . there was something wrong. He looked upset. Amaya closed the book, setting it aside as she stood up and dusted off her rear. "Konnichiwa, Takeuchi-kun," she said softly. "I hope you had a good party."
 
For a moment, his face showed it all. His eyes were weary and full of deep affection written over with hopelessness. And through it all the hurt and fear of rejection; known so well and so often.

It was only a moment though. His heart felt like it would sunder into pieces in his chest. God. Amaya. Only she could do this to him. And yet, it somehow was also easier to bear. He lowered his head a moment, blinking his emotions back, taking a deep breath. Then he looked up into that beautiful face. "The party was good," he answered. It had been. It was really what happened after that was the worst.

"Then what's wrong?" She could almost feel the pain and anger he was trying to choke down. And it felt like it was somehow resonating with her own. "And don't say nothing, Takeuchi-kun. I can tell."

"You always can," he said in a voice heavy with memory and edged in regret. "Kuchiki-san can't make it today; she sent me a message to tell you she's sorry." He pulled it out of his kosode and handed it to Amaya, "She sent it as a high priority message, can you believe it?"

"Hai, that sounds like her," Amaya nodded. She took the paper and stuck it in her sash. "Now, then, you were about to tell me what was wrong." He didn't answer but she could see him tense, all over. "Please, Takeuchi-kun. I know...I know that...I talked to Koutetsu-san and-"

"Did you?" The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them; hot and furious. "Then there's no need for me to add more, is there?"

"Yes, there is!" She glared at him fiercely and even through his anger, part of him wondered at how adorable she was. "She said that you left because...because of...of..." Her. Isane had hinted it was because of her.

"I left? I left. Of course, that's what happened." He knew he should stop. He didn't want to tell her this. But it poured out. "Did she tell me that after...the best performance I've ever given, a fantasy that...she was about to cry. She kicked me out before she started crying and sent me away. I thought it was...it was good and I wanted her to feel...and she was crying. I did that to her. And she sent me away. They always send me away. I'm good enough to get them off but not to-" He cut himself off, teeth gritted, "And then I heard about Hisagi-fukutaicho and you and...and I...fuck."

He turned away from her, his hands clenched into fists. "I am glad you had a good time. I hope...I hope he's a good lover. But if...he gave me some bullshit about you not wanting to be with him and...it's not my business, he was right. Forget I said anything. I'm not making any sense." He wasn't. Not one bit, even to himself. It was all a jumble of hurts and confusion. "You were with him and you were happy, and I was with Isane and it was good and then it all turned upside down. But you were happy and that's...what matters. I'm sorry. Please, forget what I said."
 
There was a moment of silence, and then Amaya bit her lip. "I . . . see." Her hands clenched into fists, not in rage but in pain. "It was . . . it was because of me, then. All of this is . . . god." She looked up at the sky, blinking. Couldn't she do anything right?

"I'm sorry, Takeuchi-kun. I . . . I can never seem to be any good." Her breath came in slightly ragged. "Every time you have fun, or . . . or anything, I mess it up for you. Like when we were in Tokyo, and before at the Harvest Festival, and now . . ." she laughed, a humorless, hollow sound, "I wasn't even there last night and I ruined it."

She wasn't crying, which was a miracle. There was just the feeling of resignation - no matter what she did, it was never the right thing. She was so clumsy, inept even at the simplest tasks. "Hisagi-fukutaicho was telling the truth. We won't be . . . seeing each other again, like that, by my choice. Neither of us . . . he's in love with Ran-san, and I certainly don't feel that way about him. It was . . . we'd both been drinking, and I offered, because . . . because I knew you were . . . ." She hung her head.

"I've seen the way Koutetsu-san looks at you, and I know," she swallowed hard, "I know that you are very attracted to her." Her fingers flexed a little. "So, if you want me to . . . to tell her that it's all right, so that you two can be together, I know that she . . . she would like that. I wouldn't stand in your way just because I lo-." She cut off. It wouldn't be fair to say that, not after how incapable she was of the simple task of not fucking things up. "I know you don't . . . want . . . with me, so . . . ." Amaya sighed. She couldn't even talk properly. What a pitiful thing she was. "Anyway, if you . . . want me to talk to her, I will." Her voice was strained, reluctant. But she had messed up his life enough. If he wanted to be with someone who could be good for him, that wouldn't keep screwing everything up, it wasn't her right to stand in the way.
 
Isamu couldn't believe what he was hearing. The things she was saying were impossible. "But Abarai and...I thought..." He shook his head. She'd almost said something. Something he wanted so much. Something that he thought could never be. "Kuragari-chan, no. You're wrong."

He turned back around and his heart ached at the sight of her. The strain in her voice was written all over her body; it was in every motion, tiny twitched and fidgets that hinted at pressures surging within her. "You're wrong," he repeated. "You don't ruin things. I wouldn't have had any good times if it wasn't for you. In the Academy, you were the first to approach me and...and you smiled that smile that makes my heart swell." He felt a faint sting in his eyes. She'd actually fallen on him. Not the last time for that. "And because of you, I met the others. They wouldn't have given me a chance without you and I wouldn't have tried."

He was moving as he spoke; slowly but surely drawing closer to her. "Graduation, the Harvest Festival, Tokyo, the party, all of those, you made them as good as they were. And I'd be gone if it wasn't for you. I'd be dead or a renegade or a prisoner." He shook his head again, "But it's...more than that. When I see you, I feel good. I love when you trip and fall against me because then I...I can touch you." He was babbling. He didn't care. This...this had to be said. He'd kept it all in for too long. "I love to hear your voice and when you say my name it just...it sings in my heart. And you have the sweetest eyes and the cutest little habits."

Isamu was in front of her. A few bare inches separated them. "I tried so many times to say what I felt or just to show you but something always happened. And I thought that you, you're so wonderful and so pure that you couldn't want...a mongrel and a punk like me."

He had to say it. He had to. Now. "Amaya." She looked up at him, finally. Those eyes shone up at him; tears in them but so much more. "The one I want to be with is you. I do find Isane-san attractive, and Kuchiki-san, and Unohana-taicho and even others, but you...you're the one I..." That word. He took a breath. "The one I l...that I..."

He growled faintly and bit down on his tongue. The sting of pain was enough to snap his focus back, if only for a moment. "The one I love. That's you. I just never thought that you could feel...or that we would even have...a chance." He swallowed. "I never said anything because...I was a coward, afraid, and I didn't want...if you didn't feel the same...I couldn't bear to have you not be part of my life. I'm not strong enough."

God in Heaven. He felt light and heavy all at once.

"I had to say that. You shouldn't feel like you have to say anything of the kind, but I've been waiting for the right moment and trying to sneak a kiss for too long." His eyes, golden and fiercely true, looked into hers. "We don't ever have to talk about it again. But I had to admit it. You're the one."
 
"You're not," she swallowed hard, looking up at those molten gold eyes, "you're not a mongrel, or a punk. Or anything else those small-minded idiots say." Amaya couldn't believe . . . the expression on his face was so . . . more than she had hoped. The best outcome she'd hoped for was his agreeing to have her tell Isane that she wouldn't stand in their way.

Just inches kept them apart. She shifted a little, unsure what to do. There were so many things she wanted to say, but no words seemed to be forming . . . but suddenly, there was a feeling, like hands on her back, pushing her forward, and she fell, her hands just cushioning her fall against his chest. His arms had closed around her reflexively, and she leaned there for a moment, looking up. Finally, she whispered, "Aishiteru, Isamu-kun," and gripped the sides of his uniform, pulling up to kiss him.

The kiss . . . sweeter than she'd imagined, hot and comforting and the most brilliantly amazing thing she'd ever felt. Her hands slipped up his chest and around his neck, straightening from her leaning position to be pressed against him, feeling his arms tightening around her and pulling her closer. She didn't want to stop, but eventually, they would both have to breathe. Their lips parted, and Amaya flushed, looking up at Isamu, her arms still around his neck.

"I never thought," she breathed, "that you would . . . you're so strong and handsome, and bold. I'm just . . . just me. Clumsy and silly and naive." Amaya's fingers stroked through his hair almost absently, and she flushed. "The day always seems brighter when you're around, I feel safe, and pretty and feminine. Your determination, ambition . . . they make me strive to be more than . . . just me." She breathed deeply, smelling the scent of him - musky and smokey with a touch of clean, fresh wind - and smiled. "I . . . know that you're . . . the one for me. I didn't know how to . . . to say it before."
 
He had to be dreaming. This couldn't be real. But the touch and the feel of her against him, her arms around his neck, so slender but strong, her scent in his nose, the lingering taste of her on his lips, it was all real. "I didn't know either," he said in a soft voice. "But I think you just showed me the best way."

Their lips met again. God, she knew how to kiss. Her lips were the warmest he'd ever felt, softer than a gentle touch with feathers. He felt like he was flying. The kiss broke and he smiled down at her. "But you're wrong again. You're inspiring, and not just to me. You're beautiful. Your will and heart are so strong, and you never quit or give up. You're powerful, you're gentle, you're kind, and you are so God damn sexy that it should be a crime."

"Isamu-kun," she blushed, her voice faintly chiding.

He closed his eyes. "Just hearing you say my name...God, how I've wanted to hear that."

Her smile turned a bit naughty. "You'll hear it all you want. And later...in a different way."

Holy hell. "Later?" She nodded. "Later. How much later?"

She giggled, "Isamu-kun, you pervert."

Kaien stretched as he walked out of one of the squad buildings into the courtyard, "Time to watch my favorite show; lower seated officer training." Then he saw them and blinked. "Wh-what the? Hey! What's going on here?" Isamu and Amaya both turned their heads to look at him. They did not, however, separate. "Shouldn't you two do that somewhere private? And where's Kuchiki? Did you ditch her for some...some public erotic rendez-vous?" Then his head jerked forward, "OW!"

Miyako stepped out from behind her husband, "Be more sensitive! This is a romantic moment that's been coming for a long time." Kaien rubbed his head and looked rebellious but said nothing. Miyako sighed a happy, gushing, "it's-so-romantic" sigh. "But he's right, you shouldn't do that in public."
 
Smiling a little, Amaya turned her head to her superior officers. "But Kaien-dono, Miyako-dono, we weren't doing anything indecorous," she said, and then said more quietly, "yet." Her smile was impish, but she let her arms slide from around Isamu's neck, one of them trailing down to hold his hand. She wasn't willing to let him go completely, but they were, unfortunately, right.

Kaien grinned, one arm wrapping around Miyajo's waist. "It's sweet and all - I do have some sense of romance," he added, glancing at his wife, "but seriously, where's Kuchiki? I haven't seen her since before lunch."

Amaya shrugged. "Takeuchi-kun said that she'd sent him a letter saying Kuchiki-taicho wanted her to go with him on a visit, so she wasn't going to be around today."

Miyako and Kaien exchanged glances. "We asked Kuchiki-taicho if she was with him, or not feeling well, and he said no."

A worried expression came over Amaya's face. "She wouldn't have . . . no, I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding." Rukia wouldn't have gone AWOL. It was impossible.

Suddenly, they all looked up. In a streak, a figure landed on the roof of the barracks, holding something over her head like a red, white, and blue flag. Rukia stood on the peak of the roof, holding a pair of shorts. "HA!" She waved the shorts like a victory banner. "Takeuchi, I have my revenge!"

There was a moment of silence from the courtyard, and finally Isamu gasped. "Kuchiki-san, are those my . . . my underwear?!"
 
Rukia laughed long and loud, "Fool! It was child's play to distract you so that my masterful strategy could entrap and destroy you!" She waved both hands, each one full of his undergarments. "Next stop, the Squad incinerator!"

Isamu launched without thinking: Amaya getting her fingers untangled just in time to avoid being dragged along, "There's no next for you, Rukia Kuchiki, it ends here!"

"Ahh, good!" Kaien walked out further into the courtyard to stand by Amaya, Miyako moving with him, a bemused expression on her face. "It didn't get canceled after all."

The two shinigami dashed madly around the rooftops and the courtyard in a blur of flash steps. Amaya, Kaien, and Miyako watched as the pursuit, taunting, name calling, and all out madness proceeded. Amaya put her cupped hands beside her mouth to cheer, "Go, Isamu-kun, you can catch her!" Then she gasped and shouted, "It's a feint, Kuchiki-san, go left!"

Kaien pulled a bag of snack chips from his kosode and handed them to Miyako, "You're cheering for them both, Kuragari?"

"Nn," she answered. She blushed, "I did just...talk things out with Isamu-kun but...he did trick me into thinking he'd stolen, um. Something. So..."

"Huh. It's a complicated relationship." Kaien took the now open bag back from Miyako and pulled out a few crisps to munch. He offered the bag to Amaya, "Oy, Kuchiki, for the pride of Squad 13, don't leave a single pair of undies left!"

"You stay out of this! Uh, sir."

~~~~~~~~~​

Isamu sat between Amaya and Rukia on the little hill near the Squad 13 barracks where they did their kidou training. Sitting on the grass before him was a pile of folded clothing items; many of which appeared to have been singed. He looked rather grumpy. "You know, I didn't actually take yours."

"That's how the wrath of the Kuchiki Clan is, Takeuchi-san," Rukia sniffed. "Each insult is paid back tenfold!"

"Just you wait, Kuchiki-san. You want to play games, we'll play," he growled.

"Don't be man, Isamu-kun." Amaya smiled at him, "It was just a little harmless fun."

"Harmless? I'm going to have smokey cro...I mean, no way, I'm going to get her back." He grimaced. "And whose side were you on, anyway?"

"Awww, I'm sorry, Isamu-kun." Her smile became a bit devilish. "I'll make it up to you."

Rukia tilted her head. "Hmm. That reminds me. Kuragari-chan, when did you start calling him that?" Next to her Amaya tackled Isamu with a giggle, the two falling over onto the hill. Then her giggle was silenced and there was the sound of breathing and a soft sound almost like a pop. "I don't," she looked back over at them, "UUWAA!"

~~~~~~~~~​

Isamu gave Amaya's hand a squeeze. "So, tonight at eight, right?"

"Hai," she chirped. The two were standing across from one another, holding hands. Rukia was on the other side of Amaya, pointedly looking away, her cheeks scarlet. "At that tea shop. And after..."

"Yeah." He gave her hands a squeeze. "I'll see you soon, Amaya-chan." He looked past her, "Later, Kuchiki-san."

Rukia just waved back at him; still not turning around. Honestly! Didn't they have any scruples at all? Of course, it was incredibly sweet and romantic...but really! Although she did feel guilty. Should...should she tell Amaya about the time that she and Isamu...

"You can look, Kuchiki-san," Amaya said with a sigh. "Oh, I can't believe it! I'm so happy!" She spun around in place and hugged Rukia from behind.

Rukia blushed anew, "I'm glad for you, Kuragari-chan. It's been a long time coming, hasn't it?" Her smile was a bit sad. "Uh...about Takeuchi-san..."

"Hmm?"

"Anno...it's nothing. Ask me about it tomorrow. Now, let's go get everything finished so you can go out tonight. I'll help."
 
Underneath the ground of the Seireitei, in a large cavern, Sosuke Aizen stood over a prone form on a long, steel table. The creature was vaguely humanoid, with three-clawed hands instead of human hands, and cloven hooves instead of feet. Its head was covered in a three-horned, white skull, with a mouth full of shark-like teeth. But the fearsome creature was strapped down to the table, each of its limbs secured with steel bonds that shimmered with binding spells, and its neck secured with a metal collar that attached tightly to a ring in the table.

The red eyes set deep within the mask followed the brown-haired man, the orbs gleaming with fear and hatred. "Let me go," it grated, "let me go, and I'll eat your soul, puny shinigami!"

Behind the glasses, one mild-mannered eyebrow rose. "I hardly think you could." Aizen sneered a little, pulling his glasses off and increasing his reiatsu just enough to make a point. As the Hollow squirmed under the pressure, he stepped back and turned to the other table, which held a sheet-covered humanoid figure. He pulled back the sheet just enough to show a young male face, almost as white as the cloth that covered it. The movement of the body underneath showed that the young man wasn't dead - yet - but was definitely sedated heavily.

As the monster watched, and the white-faced boy's eyes flickered open, Aizen picked up a scalpel and approached the boy. "Were you aware," he said in a conversational tone, "that the human brain feels no pain?" He smiled a little, but the expression didn't reach his eyes. "Of course, since we're all spirits, we don't really feel pain anyway."

Raising the scalpel, he poised it over the boy's head. "The point being, of course, that this theoretically shouldn't hurt at all." As he lowered the blade to the young forehead, he grinned. "Let's test that theory, shall we?"

~ ~ ~ ~​

With a sigh, Amaya tossed another kimono onto the futon. Rukia looked up from a stack of reports. "What was wrong with that one?"

"It's old!" The pink-haired girl turned around, throwing her hands up. "I've worn all my clothes a hundred times! And I don't . . . ." She sighed again. "Darn it, Kuchiki-san, why can't we be the same size?"

Rukia lifted an eyebrow. "I don't know, but I think I'd like that too." She turned the page. "But in any case. Why not ask Matsumoto-fukutaicho? You both have . . . similar endowments."

Amaya blinked. "That's a GREAT idea!" She clapped her hands once. "Kuchiki-san, you're so smart! I'm going to go ask her if I can borrow something right now!"

"You'd better hurry." Rukia glanced up. "You've only got two hours to meet him - you might be late."

~ ~ ~ ~​

"You want to do what?" Rangiku blinked. "Amaya-chan, you know I adore you, but my clothes are my babies!"

Amaya stuck her lower lip out in a pout. "Ran-san, please! I have to borrow something, Isamu-kun's seen me in everything I have already!" Her hands were pressed together in supplication. "You have such pretty clothes, please?"

Sighing dramatically, Rangiku nodded. "All right - since it's for true love and all." She opened her closet, sorting through the jam-packed hangers. "Let's see what we've got . . . ." A few moments of sorting, and she came out with two hands full of fabric. "Here!"

In one hand was a deep green kimono covered in a sage-green leaf pattern, accented with tiny, bright blue flowers near the hem. The other hand held a sunny yellow kimono with a pattern of orange and red butterflies over a hem full of green grass and shimmering magenta flowers. "One of these will work!"

Amaya's mouth dropped open. "Ran-san, they're gorgeous! I don't know which one I like more!" Her fingers twined together nervously. "Which do you think . . . ."

"Take the green one." Rangiku grinned as she handed the silk to the other girl. "It'll make your eyes sparkle, and Takeuchi will love the way it contrasts with your skin." She winked. "You'll have to let me know what happens - maybe he'll join us someday."
 
"So, have you talked to him yet?" Momo picked up a piece of yakitori and ate it delicately. She was seated with Izuru Kira and Renji Abarai; the three old friends sharing a meal together in the many colored light of the setting sun.

Kira sighed, "No." Takeuchi, the friend he'd betrayed. He remembered again the hard look in Amaya's eyes and the anger in her voice. He recalled the way Isamu had told him they'd have to fight. "There's no point, Momo-chan. I...surrendered my friend up to possible death. If it had come to it...I may even have raised my sword against him."

Renji rolled his eyes, "Look, you screwed up. Go up and say so, apologize, and fight it out."

"That may be too simple, Abarai-kun." The blond closed his eyes. "If only...perhaps Ichimaru-taicho was right."

Momo shivered, "That man...have you been talking to him, Kira-kun?"

"Yes. I've met him by chance a few times lately and we've had a few short conversations. With the way Mitsukake-fukutaicho's degenerating..."

Momo shook her head, "Kira-kun, you shouldn't-" She jerked her head to the right and then stood up, the boys following suit a moment later, "Who's there?"

"Hinamori-chan!" Isamu Takeuchi blurred into view, coming out of shun-po. "I need your help. I-ahh. Abarai-kun. Kira...kun."

Momo blinked. He seemed almost alarmed. She wasn't sure she'd ever seen him like that. "What's wrong, Takeuchi-kun?"

"Yeah, from your expression, it looks bad," Renji growled.

Isamu flushed, "I'd rather just tell Hinamori-chan, but...she'd tell you anyway." He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, "So, uh. Amaya-chan and I are, we're, um, well...meeting tonight for...a dinner but it's not just that, see, and..."

They stared at him for a few moments. Then the two men jumped as Momo squealed in delight and jumped up and down in place, "Ohhh! Takeuchi-kun! You and Kuragari-chan are going on a date!" She jumped down from the open dining area to land in front of him, "Omedatou, Takeuchi-kun! I'm so happy! It's about time you two figured it out."

Abarai looked faintly disgusted. "That's it?" He scoffed and turned back to the table. "Jeez. Americans." He sat down, his back to them. He sighed and his face grew faintly sad. Kuragari, huh? Well. It wasn't like he loved her or they had a relationship but...he'd miss even having the chance.

Kira tried to smile, "I'm, I'm glad for you, Takeuchi-kun."

Isamu looked up at him. "...Yeah, still mad at you, Kira-kun. We haven't had it out yet." He felt Momo's eyes on him; pleading not to be too harsh. "...But thanks."

"So, why did you come to me, Takeuchi-kun?" Momo was beaming. Her eyes were all aglow with romantic rapture.

"Uh, well...I want to, you know, look good for this but...I don't know...what to do." He shrugged, "I've never really...I mean, no one ever wanted to date me before, so...I don't know what to do," he finished sheepishly.

Momo giggled, "You came to the right place! Come on, we'll get you ready!" She grabbed his arm and tugged him towards the Squad 5 barracks.

~~~~~~~~~​

Isamu fidgeted. He felt strange. In the end, it hadn't really been much. Momo had made him take a bath and then fussed with his hair and given him orders about dressing. Nothing, really. But he was sure she must have done something and he didn't want to ruin it.

He also felt profoundly unlike himself. It was just...weird.

Isamu had changed clothes to a fresh uniform. He also, at Momo's insistence, was wearing a thin but loose twilight blue shitagi with long, wide sleeves under his sleeveless kosode. He was also wearing tabi and sandals for a change, instead of the boots he preferred. He didn't like that part. What if he had to kick something? His hair was pulled back from his face and gathered in a tail in back; bound by a white ribbon Momo had given him.

God, he was nervous. Why? He'd met Amaya for dinner dozens of times, hell, hundreds before. Why did he feel this way now?

Because this was different. That was why. Even though neither of them was different and the situation wasn't...it was profoundly no longer the same.

God, he wanted her so much. He had for years but now that...that they'd said it, that he'd kissed her, it had gotten stronger. He wanted her in every way, but most of all he just wanted her to be there.

He felt her approaching and his heart started to beat a little faster. Isamu took a deep breath and walked to meet her, standing on one side of the small, simple bridge that spanned the river that went through this part of Rukongai. He licked his lips, waiting for her to appear.

Fighting Hollows was so much easier than this.

Then she was there. And his eyes grew wide, his breath sucked in with a startled gasp. "Amaya-chan, you...you look...I don't even know a good enough word." His golden eyes shone as he smiled and walked to the middle of the bridge. "You're beautiful. More than that, you're...everything I could ever want or imagine."

He held out a hand and was proud it didn't tremble. Maybe just a tiny quiver. "Shall we?"
 
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