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Happy birthday!!! More sacrifice is free pls!!!

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17

Maes told Riza not to do it but the only one she'll sometimes listen to is Roy and Roy's dead.

Roy’s dead and when he wakes to a gun going off in the middle of the night, right in the center of camp, he knows that Riza’s dead too. Even if she’s managed to kill Elric instead of being killed by him, she won’t live for long. She’ll be executed for getting rid of one of the military’s most valuable assets.

Maes leaves his tent to see Elric standing there, and his heart drops.

Elric looks like shit, sleep rumpled and pale and deep circles under his eyes, and if he’s alive then Riza isn’t.

“It’s alright,” he yawns, “just a little accident with Denny. Sorry ‘bout that.”

The general steps forward. “Since you’re awake-”

“I’m going back to bed,” he says shortly. “I’ll give my report when I’m not on the verge of passing out.”

He opens his mouth, but Elric turns his back on him and heads back to his section of camp. He doesn’t say anything about Riza. He’s not going to try and hide her body, is he? There’s no point. No one’s going to care about him killing her, not with who he is and what he does.

He goes to Riza’s tent and finds Havoc already there, pacing anxiously. “Do you think-“

“I don’t know,” he says, because he doesn’t know, but he can guess.

Havoc knows that and his face tightens in misery. “Maybe she-“

“Havoc,” he says tiredly, because false hope will kill them both, and then where will they be?

The flap pushes open and he sees blonde hair but it’s Brosh, looking at them both in resignation. Was he the one that did it? Elric had said that it was Denny, but who knows, really.

“Come on,” Brosh sighs. “I really don’t want to explain this twice.”

#Fma

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Happy birthday!!! More sacrifice is free pls!!!

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17

Maes told Riza not to do it but the only one she'll sometimes listen to is Roy and Roy's dead.

Maes leaves his tent to see Elric standing there, and his heart drops.

Elric looks like shit, sleep rumpled and pale and deep circles under his eyes, and if he’s alive then Riza isn’t.

“It’s alright,” he yawns, “just a little accident with Denny. Sorry ‘bout that.”

The general steps forward. “Since you’re awake-”

“I’m going back to bed,” he says shortly. “I’ll give my report when I’m not on the verge of passing out.”

He goes to Riza’s tent and finds Havoc already there, pacing anxiously. “Do you think-“

“I don’t know,” he says, because he doesn’t know, but he can guess.

Havoc knows that and his face tightens in misery. “Maybe she-“

“Havoc,” he says tiredly, because false hope will kill them both, and then where will they be?

The flap pushes open and he sees blonde hair but it’s Brosh, looking at them both in resignation. Was he the one that did it? Elric had said that it was Denny, but who knows, really.

“Come on,” Brosh sighs. “I really don’t want to explain this twice.”

#Fma

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as it was

Bleach – ShinIchi – Canon Divergence

Shinji waits because….

Honestly, he doesnt know.

He had his reasons, surely. Ichigo was young. Shinji had been his teacher, and, even though ichigo had long surpassed him, shinji wanted to make sure that teacher-student dynamic had well and faded. And, ichigo was a hero: if anyone had earned a rest and reprieve, the rest of his human life in peace, it was ichigo.

It all seems so silly now. So. meaningless.

Because Kurosaki Ichigo is dead, and no one can find his spirit in any of the three worlds.

(Two years later, a Shiba boy bearing a startling resemblance to the late Shiba Kaien enters the Shin'o Academy)

Byakuya figures this “Shiba Youko” out first, and almost immediately, pretty much just because Byakuya is one of the best damn reiryoku sensors currently in existence. He promises to keep this Shiba Youko’s secret, partly because hes the best damn reiryoku sensor in existence and even he couldnt find Ichigo in the Rukongai or avenge Ichigo by killing whatever sent him to the Soul Society in the first place.

(Also because Byakuya almost blew Ichigo’s cover the first time Byakuya and Shiba Youko met because byakuya blurted out “isnt Youko a woman’s name?” without meaning to. No one noticed but Byakuya was really embarrassed by the momentary lapse of control)

Ichigo’s disguise is twofold:

First is Shiba Youko/Shiba Yōko, Shiba Kūkaku’s youngest brother, named after a powerful Shiba elder some generations back (because Kūkaku finally has Ichigo out from under Isshin’s thumb and fuck yeah she’s gonna go all out with all the Fancy Clan Shit. She gets to rename him, she gets to teach him about their ancestors, she’ll fucking sew the Shiba family crest onto every single article of clothing Shiba Yōko owns if he’ll let her.). Shiba Yōko is cheerful and mild-mannered and extremely talented even if he never seems to unseal his Zanpakutō/can’t seem to unseal his Zanpakutō.

The second layer: if people get past the cheerful, mild-mannered (if a bit of a trickster), white-and-black-haired (thank you, Zangetsu) Shiba Yōko, Kūkaku has filled Yōko’s head with every damn story about Kaien that she remembers, which is all of them. Shiba Yōko is a fragment of Kaien’s soul, freed after Rukia killed aaroniero and reincarnating strangely because if it. His memories are fragmented, but he clearly remembers some of his past life, it’s got to be Kaien right? Even if he can’t remember how he died either time, that’s traumatic and Shiba Yōko is only a boy after all.

(Jūshirō falls for that second disguise so hard. And it definitely helps that Ichigo… kinda really wants that father-figure in his life. Even though Ichigo feels guilty for lying, Jūshirō is kind and caring and gives direction without expectation and he never, ever swings at Ichigo outside of the training fields, and Ichigo loves him)

The worst part is that Shinji falls for it.

He falls for the façade of Shiba Yōko, prodigy who graduates in a year and immediately gets an offer for the Sixth Division Third Seat.

(Alternatively, i could also place Ichigo in the Fourth.

Like, a combination of growing up with Isshin in the clinic and two years+one year in the academy learning control and kaidō

Shinji will never suspect this cute, kind, cheerful, mild-mannered shinigami who follows Unohana around kinda like a lost puppy(edited)

A cute, kind, cheerful, mild-mannered shinigami who is maybe taking after Unohana more than is advisable, if the way he can get Eleventh Division shinigami to stay put with just a smile

And of course Unohana is going to keep Yōko’s secret)

Because on one hand she doesn’t actually care, and on the other hand, she wants to keep Ichigo close and see him grow because she really wants to fight him someday

Shiba Yōko, who is young and kind. Who helps little old ladies across the street. Who pokes and prods until Byakuya, who’d withdrawn again after Ichigo’s death, until Byakuya starts to joke and even laugh again. Shiba Yōko, who despite not having unsealed his Zanpakutō and clearly not being a front-line fighter is willing to put himself between his team and an enemy and who never, ever leaves anyone behind.

And then

Kaien

Kaien was a good kid in Shinji’s eyes. Too good, maybe. A little naive, a little too trusting, and who died way too young.

Kaien, who talks about sneaking Kūkaku in to get dango at the stand in front of the Eighth. Kaien, who talks about how he loved his wife, even if he barely has any memories of her left. Kaien, kind, kind Kaien, who admits that the last memory he has was trying to find incriminating evidence tying Aizen to the Hollification Incident.

(There will be one scene where they kiss and it’s sweet and gentle and everything Shinji imagined his first kiss with Ichigo would be. And he draws back and strokes his thumb across Yōko’s cheek and says, “You’re gonna make someone very, very happy someday.”

And then Shinji walks away.

And Yōko/Ichigo is like, “Holy shit, this man is so fucking dumb”

“……..”

“I cant believe I have to fuck him.”)

I know it’s going to take place in a kind of. Extended period. between when Ichigo was supposed to fight the Fullbringers and TYBW?

Shinji finds out on the battlefield, takes two seconds to reconcile all the shit that Ichigo has pulled, and then immediately grabs another Captain so Shinji and Ichigo can get battlefield-married

the last time he waited Ichigo ended up dead and out of Shinji’s reach and not this time damnit

(Ichigo takes that looks-like-a-killing blow from Yhwach, and Shinji tells himself that he’s just happy they had time, together, however short)

(and then)

(“Bankai: Sakashima Yokoshima Happoufusagari”)

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Kyoraku will never get used to seeing medics in their element on the battlefield

He’s used to warriors. He is one, after all, had grown up alongside them, has trained alongside and under the fiercest of them. Juushiro is his best friend, and the most skilled and beautiful fighter he knows

But for all he respects his fellow warriors, medics and healers command his fear

The orange-haired one has the face of a Shiba, maybe, but not the coloring. Skin a touch too pale, and hair as bright as tigerlilies. And he’s not a Shiba, clearly– this camp was not condoned by the Shinigami, and its patients are a motley mix of shinigami and Quincy. But, wrist-deep in a Quincy’s gut to repair a damaged organ, the orange-haired one commands the camp with all the cold efficiency Kyoraku has come to expect of Unohana-sama

Yama-jiji has Kyoraku’s respect, sensei, parent, commander. His orders were that Kyoraku locate the field-camp and destroy it, before it could put any more of their enemy back on the field.

But…

“Kurosaki-shishou!” someone shouts, approaching with another stretcher. And though it is the early, pale-pink hours of the morning, and he must have been working through the night, this Kurosaki turns, reiatsu burning away the blood on his hands, chasing it with brilliant green as he begins to heal a shinigami that Kyoraku has sworn he saw fall dead.

And Kyoraku wonders if, maybe, this is what love feels like.

(Or, a tired and war-worn Ichigo gets punted back to the great Quincy War era and decides that all violence has ever earned him is more fucking violence. He’s had enough of killing. He wants to do what his father should have kept doing, instead of picking up the sword again: Ichigo wants to heal.)

(OR: Kyoraku is the biggest gay disaster to ever exist ever, and is willing to take full advantage of the fact that no rules have yet been passed banning fraternization with the enemy.)

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Ichigo’s Soul for Wayward Souls

Ichigo who unintentionally becomes. A bit of a Zanpakuto Orphanage.

It starts with Muramasa– Ichigo’s heart aches for the part-Hollowfied Zanpakuto, betrayed and hurt and scared. Hes a piece of Kugo’s soul, sure, but. Hes also his own person, clearly, hes hollowfying. And Ichigo hates the thought that Muramasa might wake up alone out there someday, or might not wake up at all. Or, worse, might wake up in Kugo’s reborn soul, hoping that this time it might go better.

Ichigo is. Ichigo, First Protector, he has to try to reach out a hand, and he’s surprised as hell when Muramasa takes it.

And even more surprised at the fledgling bond that forms in his chest, Muramasa’s confusion and fear and hope coming through loud and clear.

Ichigo’s shihakusho becomes more. traditional. As if he wouldnt already look like a samurai with two swords on his hip, muramasa adds layered plate to ichigo’s shoulders, long, wide kimono sleeves and a red-gemmed broach to hold closed Ichigo’s high collar.

(He makes Tatsuki look bad-fucking-ass, in Ichigos opinion, when he passes Muramasa onto her blunt but infinitely caring soul. The broach stays though. As does the zen garden in Ichigos soul.)

Nejibana has endured the infinitely dry sands of Hueco Mundo for a very, very long time before she feels… Kaien, but Not-Kaien. A Shiba soul, gentle and caring, but not her Shiba soul. But she is lonely, and scared, and she does not want to hollowfy, but she does not want to let herself fade away, but she does not want to endure another eternity here. So she reaches out to that Not-Kaien soul, and the rains welcome her like coming home, and when Aaroniero reaches for her against Rukia she does not come.

(Yuzu spins her new naginata idly, testing the weight of it. It is not Nejibana’s original form, but this is not Nejibana’s original wielder. Yuzu will never be as tall, as strong as Kaien, but Nejibana will give her the reach and flexibility to compensate. And she suits Yuzu, Ichigo thinks– Yuzu is water, life that flows and bends but breaks obstacles before her, necessary, but never to be disrespected.)

(There are no more rains in Ichigo’s soul, but, instead, tides that come and go and flood when Ichigo is sad and retreat to white-sand beaches when Ichigo is content.)

Kyōka Suigetsu comes to Ichigo broken and scared and angry. He does not want a new wielder, he does not want a second chance at life. He wants to see Aizen dead, and then he wants to fade away, and binding himself to Ichigo seems like the fastest way to achieve that goal. Every pane of glass in Ichigo’s soul becomes a mirror, reflecting Ichigo’s every imperfection infinitely, and Kyōka Suigetsu wants to break every single one with his bare hands.

But Mugetsu bandages Kyōka Suigetsu’s bloody hands gently, carefully, and places a small kiss to every covered knuckle. “Protect him,” Mugetsu says, demands, commands. “Until our return, he is in your hands. Protect him, as he shelters and protects you.”

And then Mugetsu is gone, and Aizen is locked away, and Kyōka Suigetsu wants to fade away, but Ichigo is half a soul and a raw, open wound, and Kyōka Suigetsu can think of no other way to repay Ichigo than to grip both edges tight and hold Ichigo’s soul together by sheer force of will. And it hurts, it feels like betrayal, like redemption that Kyōka Suigetsu doesn’t even want, but it’s also. Gratifying. When Ichigo reaches for him for the first time against the rat bastard Tsukishima, with reverence and with respect. And it’s not right, it will never be right, but it’s. Enough.

(It is a long time, before Kyōka Suigetsu is healed enough to move on, but when he does he chooses his own master. Kyōka Suigetsu reaches for Orihime, and Orihime reaches back, and she has her Shun Shun Rikka, but Kyōka Suigetsu will be her edge, her blade, her hidden and sharpened fangs. But the mirrors will always remain, reminding Ichigo that he is kind, and honorable, and good, with hands that protect and that heal.)

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all new for me (for you)

(The concept is that Isshin doesnt want Ichigo to remember being a shinigami, its not the life he wants for his son, but at the same time he doesnt want to have to retrain Ichigo every time shit pops up that clearly this teenager has to deal with, not the adults, theyre too fucking incompetent)

(So instead of erasing the memories he just. Softens them. So Ichigo believes that theyre all really intense dreams. Which definitely isnt fucking with Ichigo’s sense of reality, not at all, Ichigo is fine.)

(He definitely doesnt have trouble distinguishing reality from “dreams”, hes definitely not in love with a man he doesnt believe exists, hes definitely not still deeply traumatized and terrified that hes going insane.)

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(Ichigo dreams in colors.

Purple butterflies drift through his bedroom. A woman’s hair is purple, too, brighter and richer, and her eyes gold. And the man next to her wears green, and his hair is beach sand, and the hilt of his sword is wrapped in red.

The same color that spreads across the pavement.

Its one thing to be told that blood is red. Its another thing entirely to know.)

(Tatsuki pokes him on the cheek, and Ichigo starts upright. Hes in class. His chest doesnt ache.

“Daydreaming again? Uryu-chan’s gonna kill you if your grades start dropping, you know?”)

(Fire is orange. Byakuya is pink. Ichigo wonders if either of them know how to be anything but all-consuming.)

(“Are you feeling okay?” Yuzu asks, her small palm against ichigo’s forehead. “You’ve barely eaten anything.” And Ichigo wonders what color her eyes are.)

(His hair is blue, and it’s all the more stunning against the black sky and the blood on his mouth. He is brilliant, all-consuming, in a way that nothing else in Ichigo’s life has ever been, and Ichigo wants, with his whole, terrible being, for this to be–)

(“My dad thinks it might be narcolepsy,” Uryu says, and Ichigo wonders if the summer sky is the same color as Grimmjow’s hair. “Or maladaptive daydreaming. Either way, I think you should talk to him.”)

(Ichigo dreams about a bloodless death under blue skies, and– it’s not the same color. Too dark, azure to a blue one shade too dark to match.)

(“You talked to your son recently, Ryuken?” Isshin snipes, because he apparently still doesn’t know that if the kitchen window is cracked open they can hear everything said in the garden. Yuzu is stress-baking. Karin is pretending to do her homework. Ichigo is listlessly pushing cereal around a bowl. They’re all pretending not to listen.)

(“Uryu is living the life he wants. It just happens to not include me,” Ryuken says, dry as dust. “Your son is living the life you want. And it’s killing him.”)

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It is I, the Kaien Shiba Simpery Anon back on my bullshit. Is there any chance you could indulge me with the AU idea of Kaien and Ichigo having been born as twins?

Masaki gets to name their firstborn. Firstborn of fiery hair and amber eyes, ichigo, first protector, tiny hands chenched around his mother's cross as they slumber.

Isshin rocks their secondborn back to sleep and wonders if hes made the right choice or if he has saddled his son with the same burden of fate that his nephew had borne. But he'd seen the black hair and the green eyes, and heard the screaming-- Kaien had always been a fussy baby, strong lungs and loud opinions from the first moment.

Kaien sleeps now, leaving a patch of drool on isshin's shoulder. In this child, at least, Isshin thinks his nephews legacy lives on.

...

(Isshin had been right. Just. Not in the way hed expected.)

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Ichigo grows up fast. First Protector, one hand tangled in his mother's skirt, the other, when the girls are born, always with two little fists around the fingers. He's a bit of a crybaby, a bit of a wild child-- a bit too eager to please, a bit too stubborn to bend.

Kaien grows up quiet.

At first, Masaki just assumes its. Well. Normal. Ichigo has such a strong personality, Kaien trying to grow up in the shadow of that might become something of a mediator. Level-headed cool to his brother's fire. And he is, he is, but...

Masaki might not be a true Quincy anymore, but she isnt an idiot. Ichigo has it too.

"Kaien, honey?" she asks, only just loud enough to be heard over the pounding rain. He has his brother's hand tight in his own, and he's just. Staring. At the riverbank. With narrowed eyes. Shoulders tense like he cant tell if he wants to fight or flee. "Kaien, sweetheart. What do you see?"

Its a long, tense moment. Ichigo turns his sobbing face into Kaien's shoulder even as he reaches out for Masaki, and Masaki reaches back, letting him help pull them both into a hug under the safety of her poncho.

"Nothing," Kaien says, muffled against her shoulder. "Its nothing, Miy-- Mom. Please, lets go home."

...

(Not again, Kaien thinks when theyre safe and warm in their house. Ichigo is drooling on one shoulder, and Kaien's other arm is falling asleep under Karin's weight, but he cant move because Yuzu is asleep on his chest. He doesnt want to move. Hes right where he wants to be.)

(Never again, he swears. I will never let them take this from me ever again.)

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AU Concept where the Winter War was a thousand times worse.

At the end of it all, Ichigo rips the Hogyoku out of Aizen's chest and uses the power to send himself back in time. As soon as he arrives in the past (the past, back when Kisuke was still a captain and the Visored weren't Visored and none of all that tragedy had happened yet), Ichigo kills Aizen. He doesn't beat around the bush, doesn't wait for the perfect moment, doesn't try to be sneaky.

After all, why would he? Ichigo is powerful enough to attack straight-out, the tragedy he is trying to prevent is so immense that it truly feels too risky to wait, and he's broken enough that he doesn't care what will happen to him -- an apparent Ryoka -- after killing a Gotei 13 vice-captain for seemingly no reason.

What happens to him is this:

Ichigo is found, kneeling beside Aizen's cooling corpse. Ichigo has Aizen's blood spattered up to his elbows -- it wasn't a clean kill, nor a quick one.

Ichigo lets himself be taken into Gotei 13 custody. (Again, he no longer cares what happens to himself.) He is spared execution for two reasons. First, they need to know who he is and how he did it. It is a scary thing, for a Ryoka to be powerful enough to murder a vice-captain. Second, the Shiba Clan has used their influence to petition for clemency, at least for a time. It is obvious that Ichigo must be a Shiba, and Kaien is desperate to find out where Ichigo came from, who his parents are, and how one of his own family managed to fall through the cracks like this. (Kaien sees it a bit as a personal failure -- what happened, that someone who is clearly his cousin went unclaimed for so long, and became so lost as to murder a vice-captain?)

Cue a series of interrogations (there's no actual torture, it's just verbal questioning, thanks again to that Shiba protection) where Captain Urahara tries to figure out who, exactly, this powerful Ryoka is.

Ichigo -- who is broken in so many ways -- sees how much happier this younger version of Kisuke is, and decides not to reveal anything. Ichigo isn't exactly thinking straight at this point, and he sees no future for himself. So, naturally, he decides that it's best not to spread the suffering around, that it's best to keep the horrors and burdens to himself, and so he keeps his mouth shut about all the important things.

Meanwhile, in the background, Aizen's web of illusions are starting to unravel. Slowly, members of the Gotei 13 wake up. Shinigami begin to realize how far the morals of their institutions have fallen. People realize how much weaker the Court Guard has gotten over the years.

And then people start remembering specific moments where Aizen ensnared them, or made them forget something, or influenced them to take an action they never, not in a million years, would have voluntarily done.

They realize that the Ryoka murderer saved them from an incredible catastrophe.

Ichigo's sentence is mostly lifted, but thanks to Central 46 influence, he's still in a parole-type situation. (Kaien could only do so much. Even with proof that Ichigo had saved them, the Central 46 is still uneasy that Ichigo was able to kill Aizen.)

Ichigo's interrogations continue. It's just that instead of questioning Ichigo in a cold cell in order to find answers in order to protect the Court Guard, Urahara starts subtly prying for answers over, for example, a cup of tea in the Shiba family gardens -- so that he can better understand Ichigo's situation and more effectively help the idiot. Because it's clear Ichigo has saved them all, but it's also clear that Ichigo only knew they needed saving because Aizen had, at some point, broken him.

When enough of Aizen's illusions have unraveled, Operation Help-Ichigo becomes a group effort among the Captains and the Shiba family. (Of course, Kisuke was the first person on the operation, and he's not giving up his lead role, not even now, when everyone else has finally gotten on the same page.)

Cue the bonding with Ichigo. Kaien, Shinji, Kyoraku, everyone, they're all trying to help him.

Ichigo, of course, thinks this is all part of the interrogation routine. He thinks they're trying to manipulate him into opening up, and then once he talks, they'll throw him into a cell to rot for the rest of eternity. It takes a while for people to notice this miscommunication, and even longer for Ichigo to believe them when they try to rectify it.

Thanks that happen at some point:

Someone realizes that Ichigo is actually really, really young. This revelation has all the expected consequences.

Kaien holds it together in the moment, when he realizes that Ichigo thinks his attempts to bring him into the family are just a prolonged interrogation method. But once he's alone with Miyako, he cries his heart out.

Kisuke uses a specific onmitsukido technique to trick information out of Ichigo, but Ichigo knows Kisuke too well to fall for it. Even if Ichigo can't tell exactly what Kisuke is doing, he can recognize Kisuke's "I'm up to something" body-language.

Shinji and the other Visord start noticing a strange connection with Ichigo. (Pack is permanent. Turns out, that holds true both forwards and backwards temporally...)

Ichigo, in his state of emotional numbness, frequently says or does things that betray a high-level of familiarity with people he has no reason to be extremely familiar with. It's through this sort of slip-up that the time travel is eventually discovered.

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Short snippet from the Bleach I Knew You AU.

But before I begin. *Insert deep sigh here.*

Secretlypansexualmango, if you see this, it was supposed to be a response to your ask. Unfortunately, it took a hard left-turn and ended up in. Uraichi shipping territory? Look, IDK, I'm asexual, I don't get it either. Anyway, since I don't know your shipping preferences and don't want to accidentally respond to your ask with something that squiks you, I will be officially responding to your ask in another post that is less likely to be unexpectedly unpalatable. Thank you for your patience, and, uh, I hope this doesn't turn you off the au! (*laughs nervously*)

Without further ado, the snippet:

Breaking into the Shiba family grounds is easy. By sheer comparison, breaking into Shiba Ichigo’s room specifically is almost a challenge, but it’s not anything that Kisuke hasn’t planned for.

The strange, modified kido, and the odd wards Ichigo has placed, are simple to bypass with a bit of fancy footwork and precisely-timed counter-kido. It’s practically child’s play to get past them, now that he's roughly figured out how they work and where they all are.

His job is made even easier by the fact that, for some reason, Kisuke’s spiritual pressure doesn’t wake Ichigo up. Quite the opposite, in fact. He seems to sleep deeper when Kisuke is nearby and has let Benihime out a little.

He has theories about that.

He’s tired of them being theories.

He’s here to get evidence.

Kisuke bypasses the final seal and slides Ichigo’s window open, slipping into his room. He lets his spiritual pressure permeate the air a little thicker than he would in normal company, and as expected, Ichigo’s spiritual pressure slows down as he falls further into slumber.

… And Kisuke is supposed to believe that the first time they met was two months ago? When this is Ichigo’s reaction to his presence? When Ichigo is one of the most paranoid people Kisuke, an ex-onmi agent, has ever encountered?

Kisuke is a genius. He doesn’t need to be in order to see the flaw in that logic.

Kisuke steps further into the room, gliding softly over the old wood floorboards. He pauses in the middle, taking a moment to debate where to start.

Well. Why not with the simplest?

He’s caught it a few times, the barest trace of his own power lingering around Ichigo. A fascinating phenomenon, when he can’t recall a single time he’s drawn shikai around him, let alone used enough power to leave a long-lasting trace.

He draws closer to Ichigo’s bed, until he could reach out and touch him if he wished.

Ichigo breathes deeply, evenly, no sign of waking up. At some point, his covers ended up half kicked-off. Possibly from the heat, probably from nightmares. Regardless of the reason, Kisuke can’t help but think that he looks strangely fragile this way, surrounded by the evidence of his restlessness.

He puts a hand on the the hilt of his soul-partner. “Awaken, Benihime,” he murmurs.

She stirs within him, gently, in a way that is oh so rare. Like the softest, most gradual of ocean tides, she rises, her fragrance of wet iron washing through the air around them.

And together, channeling her power through his eyes, they see.

Glowing crimson threads that they have no recollection of weaving wrap protectively, lovingly, around Ichigo. A thin but strong filament, sewn through the skin from just below Ichigo’s ear all the way to his opposite shoulder, sutures closed what must have once been a deadly throat wound. Another one, obviously originally meant to keep shut a gash down the length of Ichigo’s forearm, keeps it companion.

And beyond the battlefield sutures there are more threads. Hundreds of intangible and deceptively thin and absolutely unbreakable strands of Benihime’s power wrap around Ichigo, crisscrossing over themselves — around his throat and across his face and down his torso and up his arms, visible wherever his bare flesh is exposed — seemingly serving no purpose.

Benihime’s power surges at the sight, a hot delight running through her as she sees Ichigo so thoroughly caught in her webs. Kisuke’s fingers suddenly, urgently ache with the urge to touch, to tighten, to add more.

Soul King.

No purpose other than, it seems, to satiate their own possessiveness.

Kisuke exhales a shaking breath. Closes his eyes for a brief moment. Gets the heat in his blood under control.

No purpose other than to alert themselves, perhaps? Did they know that one day they wouldn't recognize Ichigo anymore, and left this as a clue?

(And oh, what a clue. What a clue it is.)

He lets Benihime’s power fade, taking his hand away from her hilt. He’s self-aware enough to know when he needs to stop tempting himself, and he’s gotten the evidence he came for — far better proof than he could have ever anticipated.

He takes a step back, and the motion is the most unnatural thing he’s done in a long, long time.

He has questions. He has a few theories, too. Amnesia, caused by a very specific type of parasitic hollow. Dimension travel. Time travel. He doesn’t have enough information yet to figure out which is most likely, but he has finally confirmed beyond doubt that Ichigo is his, has been his, and something tried to steal that from him.

Fury flares within him, burning through his veins, and he can’t do this right here.

He takes another step back, this one just as unnatural as the last.

He can’t ask, yet. He can’t get closer, can’t wake Ichigo up with a soft hand on his cheek, can’t tell him that he’s there now, can’t promise him to take care of it all if he would just let him in again.

No.

Shiba Ichigo is in the middle of a chess game — a dangerous one, a complicated one — and Kisuke can’t see the whole board yet. Tipping his own hand might trigger a whole plethora of traps, including another round of amnesia, and he refuses to risk the knowledge he’s regained.

He will have to be careful. He will have to move cautiously.

He casts one last look at Ichigo, lets his eyes trace over that delicate throat that he now knows almost bled out. That delicate throat that had to be held together with Benihime’s webs. That delicate throat that he doesn’t remember stitching back together, despite the fact that he used his bankai to do it.

He was made to unknow a person he loves. He was made to unknow a war. He was made to unknow the fact that danger lurks still in the shadows of Soul Society.

He will know the end of this game. And Ichigo will learn that there is no universe in which Kisuke does not protect what’s his.

Kisuke turns. Takes another unnatural step away from his favorite, infuriating puzzle. And then he wrenches himself out of the room, out into the night, closing the window behind him and leaving as unnoticed as he had come.

stormsthatrage

What if Kawahira was a shinigami who stole weapons (i.e. the pacifiers) from the Soul King's Palace, lost control of them, and then implemented the Arcobaleno system to cover up his fuck-up.

What if, somehow, Yuzu got roped into flame-society shenanigans. As a sky, of course. (Look, she's a Kurosaki. She's Ichigo's little sister. Karin's twin! She's not going to be normal. She absolutely could end up running a magical crime-syndicate, commanding immense respect and adoration.)

Ichigo and the Urahara-shop gang are just on the sidelines, cheering Yuzu on.

The flame users who interact with the Urahara-shop gang don't really peg Urahara and Yoruichi as threats, because while Reborn and the Varia and such are good, they're not centuries-old onmitsukido good. Kisuke and Yoruichi know how to pretend to be harmless, and they find it really funny when people not in the know look down on them for being weak.

One day, Yuzu and the Urahara-shop gang are in a meeting with the Vongola and Arcobaleno. Kawahira drops in to be ominous and dispense a quest to Tsuna.

Kawahira takes one look at who's in the room, and tries to flee.

Kisuke is on him in a heart-beat, faster than any human in the room can track, pinning him to the floor with Benihime at his throat.

None of the flame-users know where tf the sword came from.

"Kawahira-kun!" Yoruichi exclaims, delighted. "What a surprise! We've been looking for you for so long."

A heartbeat. "Kisuke, darling," she says, and suddenly she seems very dangerous. "Take him to the maggot's nest, will you?"

Kisuke looks at her and grins.

And then Kisuke and Kawahira vanish, gone in shunpo far too fast for a non-shinigami to comprehend.

Can you imagine Reborn's reaction? The rest of the Arcobaleno? The Varia, who got a taste of Kisuke's bloodlust for like, half a second?

Man, I need this fic. Let me know when it manifests spontaneously. Surely a monkey on a typewriter will produce it soon.... aaaaannnny moment now...

stormsthatrage

You go to university. You live in a dorm. You have a roommate. This is normal.

Less normal: your roommate's closet radiates cold. Items move around the room when your back is turned. Your roommate gets into arguments with thin air, then pretends it never happened. You could swear -- you are 100% sure -- that on multiple occasions, you've found your roommate's corpse lying on his bed, ice-cold, no pulse, stiff as a board. And then he's fine the next day. (You think you called emergency services the first time it happened. You think. You can't remember the incident very well. And there are no records, and no one else recalls the ambulance arriving... but you could have sworn...)

Yeah. Next semester, you are not rooming with Kurosaki Ichigo. Whatever dark forces plague him, he can deal with them far away from you.

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chandralia

Choromatsu: “Be honest with me…”

Youngest Matsu: *tiptoes around the topic, makes excuses, avoids confrontation*

Choukei: “You’re absolute shit.”

glasssnowdrop

im crying choukeimatsu is so perfect

also this picture looks like osomatsu is the mafia boss or sth and karamatsu is there to support/protect him

hesokuri-wars

Karamatsu | Choromatsu | Ichimatsu | Jyushimatsu | Todomatsu

Osomatsu: Magic

Osomatsu dressed as a magic teacher. He teaches how to gamble with patinko and dragon racing. With the way he uses his magically enlarged cane to push his crystal ball, it seems that he’s rather good with billiards as well.