going through your old posts and uh... i was wondering if you were ever gonna do the thing with aizen's sword spirit?? i forget his name - getting a body, going back in time and stalking ichigo?
It’s more than a little petty, but taking the haughty princessby surprise entirely makes up for the effort involved in invading another’s soul.
With a startled cry, she whirls, long dark hair and formalrobes flaring out around her, sword shimmering into existence in her hand, lutefalling from her fingers to strike the ground with a discordant crash. Her redfan is open, bared and ready, and if he were anyone else Kyōka Suigetsu mightbe intimidated by the simmering fury in her eyes.
He’s not intimidated, but there's still enough left ofetiquette in him that he raises his hands, palms out, power reined in, andsays, “I haven’t come to harm you.”
“You shouldn’t have come at all,” Benihime tells him icily,her blade unwavering. The garden around them shivers, the waters of the poolrippling, but nothing rises to attack. Not yet,at least.
Kyōka Suigetsu scowls at her, but takes a step back to giveher more room. It’s already hard to hold together a coherent form—if she decidesto fight, he’s going to lose his grip on the last, tattered pieces of himself,and he’s worked too hard to let this chance slip through his fingers now.
“I'm not your enemy,”he bites out.
Benihime makes a sound that in anyone less refined would bea scoff. “Of course you are,” she bites out. “You're a piece of that man’ssoul. You could never be anything else.”
It aches like rage, hot and sharp and metallic on KyōkaSuigetsu’s tongue. “A piece he rejected,”he snaps, and the memory of being torn apart is all too close, all too vivid. Hefelt himself being dissolved, dying,and Sōsuke’s soul was so distant. He couldn’t even touch it anymore, regardlessof the fact that he was supposed to be part of it.
Pity flickers in her red-shadowed eyes, and her sword dips,though the fan stays raised. It burns,and Kyōka Suigetsu bristles, but before he can object she’s turning, lookingaway. Her gaze lands on a patch of empty air, and Kyōka Suigetsu can't feel thecurrents of the soul around them the way she can, but he looks as well, just intime to see a figure in an inverted captain’s haori shimmer into view.
For a long, long moment, Urahara Kisuke looks from Benihime toKyōka Suigetsu and back again, then reaches up and very deliberately adjustshis hat.
“Oh my,” he says, but his grey eyes are as sharp as a bladeas he studies them. “Now this is an unexpected turn of events.”