#soulreaper

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𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖢𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗒𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺, 𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖢𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗒𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝖠𝖴, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖪𝖨𝖭𝖣 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗌𝗈 𝖺𝗆 𝖨 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋? 𝖳𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌! 𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒, 𝖷𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽! 𝖬𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝖣𝗈𝗏𝖾 XOXO - 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖠𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅.

𝖢𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋; 𝖣𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝗀𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗌

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽.

1.Resurrection

Stuck between a rock and a hard place? God, She's pathetic. She knows who it is. What it is. Kaelynn-Clementine Violetta Thomas, deceased in the hands of  the creature her gut told her not to trust. Respected colleague, brilliant daughter, beautiful soul. But is that truly how she wanted to go? How she wanted to be remembered? It's not true and she knows it.

She knows what they're trying to hide.

It knows she's tired, that she simply just wants to rest, but It also knows she wanted to get back at everyone that's ever hurt without reason.

It knows she wants justice.

That fire is still in you, KC.

Wake up.

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Woah! Isn't that a way to start out a story?

This is really the beginning, the start of this big massive snowball that demolished a poor, poor woman's life. That woman being, you guessed it! KC Thomas. Kaelynn-Clementine is what 'KC' stands for, by the way. 

Typically, she'd leave that part out. At least, she used to leave it out. I'm not quite sure if she remembers what her real name is anymore, or if she remembers anything from before at all. 

Anyway, you're not here for my rambling. You're here for a story!

Well, that is why you're here, right? 

Then a story I shall give! 

Our lovely protagonist is a criminal profiler that works for the FBI. Unfortunately, the best, which means she is constantly rushing around to solve cases in different states. A working woman! Who doesn't love that?

Cases like the ones she's encountered are rather...tame. Until, all of sudden everything seemed as if hundreds of people had snapped. In very different places, obviously. Killings across the board in multiple different states, counties...yet no leads. The killer's signatures were all over the place, happening too soon in broad locations for it to be one person. Unexplainable deaths that were very commonly questioned if another human being was even capable of causing such a scene appeared too quickly for the publics liking. For her liking.

Little to nothing was found at these scenes by local or state police, causing worry and panic. Exactly what they didn't need. Not to solve things like this. Only inflating the twisted minds egos to think they can get away with more.

To think that they can still continue to hide.

Regardless, they wouldn't be found.

The world would be blissfully ignorant to their existence. As they have been for thousands of years. Tales of old describe hideous creatures, most thought of to control their children through fear. But what if these things truly existed?

What if the monsters in the dark are far more than something to keep us from getting up at night? What if they truly hide in your shadow, watching, waiting? Picking the perfect time to tear you limb from limb without another soul even questioning if your safety was a concern.

Death is an infectious beast, a virus that spreads into cells that It sees potential in. Death liked to think of Itself as a simple mediator, a neutral chaperone with a firm tone that told many over and over "No second chances", but not even Death itself is immune to bending the rules. There KC Thomas lay in a bed of blood soaked leaves and flowers draped over her severe wounds. Her bottom jaw was only still attached in the socket on one side and held to her upper jaw with whatever tendons and muscle survived the hit. Her torso was mangled, it was hard to tell if skin was even there in the first place. Her eyes were nearly glazed over. The creature that had wept over her life disappeared without a trace, mourning the only friend it ever had in zero proximity to her. Out of all the bloody, mangled bodies - Hers was the only one given any effort of respect.

Death, as It did with all human lives coming to an end, stayed close. The pure determination of the woman was heroic, and so when her soul had almost reached that light at the end of the tunnel, Death attached Itself to her body in the form of a small, pitch black spot on exposed skin. It's tendrils drag her soul back to Earth as they simultaneously cocoon the cold veins of her motionless, pale body.

The sensation of resurrection was a subtle burn in her lungs in the blurry reawakening of the world. Then the burn gradually increased, from her lungs, to her face, to her torso and legs, from her arms and back, then it had just stopped. Confusion overwhelmed her mind, feeling somewhat nostalgic of the area around her...though she wasn't sure she had ever been here before. If she had, she did not remember. In fact, she didn't remember anything at all.

'Silly girl, of course you don't remember anything.'

She looked around to find the source of the voice, but saw no one at all. Her confusion simply melts to a defensive irritation as she calls out, "Who's there?" She's taken aback by her voice as the words left her mouth. Had it always been so...haunting? Her hand is brought up to press against it, as if her fingers could figure out what felt so off about her voice.

'You humans call me many things. Angel of Death. Father Time. The Grim Reaper. However, I feel as if Death is the only thing suitable to call me.'

She blinked, silenced for a moment before a toothy grin spreads across her face as she laughs. "Death? Seriously? Death isn't a being that speaks, it's just something that happens when the universe decides its time for someone to go. Seriously, where the hell are you? I'm getting tired of your mind games." But this disembodied voice continued on,

'And I'm getting quite tired of your naivety. I brought you back to life to help me, not ridicule me.'

She can't help but scoff, shaking her head. "Help you with what? Killing people? Not my thing." The voice can only sigh. A scythe, one-bladed with intricate carvings in the blade, sleek black handle with what looked to be white lights in small lines is materialized before her. The scythe falls forward, She quickly catches it, dumbfounded. All of a sudden, listening to this "Death" person didn't sound too crazy.

'I see potential in you, girl. Potential that would've been wasted if I were to just let you go into the afterlife. You have a drive for setting things right, I respect that. But your second life comes with a price. You reap for me. Souls that fit your criteria that have outplayed me for far too long. Keep the scythe talking, your survival depends on it.'

She shakes her head, quickly. This was too much. She just woke up from what felt like the worst hangover of her life and now this guy is spewing out information about reaping souls for him? Her brows furrow as her hand, which had seemed paler than before, runs over the blade. "Honestly man, I have no idea what you just said to me. Can you dumb it down a little? You're really confusing me here," She says, rubbing her temple with her other hand as she tried to soothe her ever growing headache.

'You work for me because I brought you back to life and you use your scythe to take the souls of people who have been avoiding me which can also be people that are "wrong-doers". You have to keep reaping souls to stay alive.'

"Mhm...mk, mk. So you're basically an army recruiter, gotcha," She says, a teasing lilt to her voice though her facial expression is dry. "Well, fine. Its not like I want to die. Again, apparently."

'Great. Congratulations, you're a Soul Reaper now.'

"That easy? Man, I didn't even need to make a resume or anything." She quips, spinning the scythe in her hand. "Soul Reaper. Hm, I like that."

And so it began, the start of becoming exactly what she sought to destroy.

ᴴⁱ, ᴴⁱ! ᵀʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵒʳ ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵐʸ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ!

ᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵗˢ: @uzmacchiato

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Rangiku Matsumoto - Soul Reaper's Retreat (Bleach)

The stunning Lieutenant takes a well-deserved vacation! 🍶☀️

Rangiku brings her legendary curves to the beach, rocking a gorgeous bikini that perfectly showcases her incredible figure. This laid-back Soul Reaper proves why she's one of the most captivating beauties in the Soul Society.

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LAST ART DUMP FOR MAYBE 30 MINS OR LONGER (Im sorry guys im so fucking bored and lonely💔💔)

DESC READS:

“Found this smiling fella outside last night! He is so sweet & Responsive! Desc: black&white fur, white eyes (blind?), fluffy, little bit of a natural grin (creepy…but cute!), Responds to the word ‘Smile’ (fitting name! Haha!). Husky!

If anyone knows where this sweet fella is from, please contact me! +1 (XXX) XXX-XXXX”

Smile dog faking for treats bro 💔

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Pretend the tattoos are a little more detailed<\3

Anyway! Bc in the colored one it’s hard to see how the skull marking looks, I did a portrait sketch to show it off ;P

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KC Thomas before she be dying and shi

Sorry it’s traditional art I SUCK at digital art so freaking bad

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Character Lore: CRP OC 👅

What You Should Know: mentions of death, sex implied but not stated, love bombing, a little rushed towards the end<\3

Bc I love my girl sm and I’ve been working on her since the beginning of my freaking time for 7 years, I figured she deserved a place to have her story saved muwahahaha

KC Thomas didn’t view herself any higher than the average middle classed person in America. She originated from California, worked as an FBI criminal profiler for a good few years out of college until she switched divisions to Colorado. She didn’t know much about the place, only that there had been many cases of women disappearing in a smaller town in the northern parts of the state.

State police were confused, there was never any traces of the damn victims anywhere. No connections. It was like they upped and left, willingly, not caring about what they left behind. KC had solved a lot of missing persons cases— And homicide— in California. The sound of this case was as familiar as her alarm clock in the morning.

It didn’t take long for her to settle into the new house she had bought, closer to the general area these victims were being last seen. KC always had the theory that blending in with the victims always lured the suspect(s) in. Nine-times-out-of-ten, her theory was right.

But first, she needed to scout areas. Looking around the small town, you’d think it’d be easy to narrow down suspects. But the issue was that it was a little overpopulated. Which made it harder. This place wanted to expand, construction sites, for sale signs on untouched lands practically everywhere. This town opened itself up to letting strangers in and now it was suffering the consequences.

But since it was so overpopulated, how would this serial kidnapper abduct women in broad daylight? Too many witnesses, too many eyes. They needed a way to do this discreetly.

So, KC went to the woods. Autumn leaves crunch under her feet as she scans the area, looking around for anything and everything to give her a clue. An idea of who and what she was looking for. This person was sneaky, but they had to have known the area. Anyone new wouldn’t know what to look for, nor would they use the environment to their advantage.

The more she walked, the more she felt like she was going in circles. Until she spots it. An abandoned building. A perfect crime scene. She approached it, scanning the contents of the place. The vine clad sign read ‘Psychiatric Ward’ with the towns name on it. The building was horridly ran down. Looked like something out of a horror movie.

She observed the door as she walked closer. Slightly ajar, and small, dull splatters of blood on the handle. The color was too light to be from years ago. She puts her hand on her gun, and surges forward into the building. The smell of decay immediately hits her nose. She goes ahead and just takes it out of the holster. She knew what she was bound to see.

She checked rooms, clearing most. Until she opens one. The body of a woman, seemingly tortured on a metal frame of a bed. She calls immediately to dispatch, “10-55, woman, middle aged, body and face mutilated. Blonde, Caucasian, found nude in the abandoned Psychiatric Ward.” She felt numb to the sight. She couldn’t count how many people she’d seen like this. Humanity was cruel. Crueler than anyone gave it credit for.

She recognized her from the case. Trisha Happs. 30 years old, had three kids and a husband. She wondered if the suspect knew that. That she had a family. That they had taken her from them. It made her more pissed off the more she thought about it, so she pushed it away.

Her pitiful eyes tear away from the corpse to look for any signs of the killer in the room. Any signature, any object. Anything they could’ve left behind. But she was greeted with nothing but the corpse in the room. There wasn’t much rot. This had to have been recent. She was reported missing about three weeks before she moved to Colorado. But three weeks didn’t match the level of decay her body was at.

It wasn’t long until police arrived. She discussed with a homicide detective what she believed happened, to which they agreed. The killer was someone familiar to Trisha, because there was no struggle from where she was last seen before her disappearance. The killer more than likely used this place, or various areas in the woods, to hold (and/or) kill their victims. Since only one victim was killed, the couldn’t assume all were dead. Bodies were the only thing to prove that. Bodies they didn’t have.

A search for the women was agreed upon. After all, if they could find a pattern between these women, and if this was the same person in all of their cases, they would be able to find the suspect a lot easier.

A connection, a link.

Afterall it wouldn’t be a coincidence if these women all knew the same person.

During the searches, she branches off, independently. And then she stumbles across something…big, scary. It wasn’t human. It turned to look at her. But instead of charging at her, it simply tilted its head.

“What are you?” She’d ask.

It’d only stare back. Until it moved closer. Like a scared animal, she’d step back, reach for her weapon, but it slowly lowers its hand to the ground, writing in the dirt. ‘NIX’. She lowers her hand, looking at the creature and the words it had written in the soft soil. “Nix…is that…your name?” She asks, looking up at the creature. It’d nod, slowly, before writing in the dirt again. ‘WECHUGE’. A Wechuge. She knew those. It was…weird. She never believed in the supernatural but, here it was. In front of her. She couldn’t deny evidence.

Nix proved itself to be docile. It had actually helped find the location of the bodies then disappear so she could call in and report another place found. She kept the existence of the Wechuge to herself, knowing the department wouldn’t understand and pin the deaths of these women on this creature.

She knew that it wasn’t Nix.

Days pass and the search continues on. A few women’s remains were found but not all of them. There was enough, however, to assume they all had met their demise from the same person.

Quite frankly, the state these people were found in made her…stressed. Upset. She had reoccurring nightmares of their faces in her dreams. Something she hadn’t struggled with for a long time.

Deciding she couldn’t let the stress get to her mind, she goes to the bar, has a few drinks. She needed to relax, calm her nerves. After all, no one could think on such a crowded mind. She needed to bring justice to these women, to their names. Their lives meant something. She needed a clear head to do that.

A man approaches her. He was handsome, tall, seemingly around her age or a little older. He offers her a drink. She reluctantly accepts it. They talk, they laugh. For the first time since this case she felt relaxed. He introduced himself as Lucas Benin.

They hit it off rather well. And…for the next few days it continued. Until it abruptly stopped. She was…confused. Why had he just stopped talking to her? Had she done something wrong? All of a sudden the stress was back.

It became a repeating cycle. He’d come, he’d love her, he’d leave, he’d ignore her. It made her focus from the case transfer solely on him. Made her brain feel like it was ripping itself apart. What had she done to deserve this? Most importantly, what was so special about this guy that he made her feel so crazy?

She didn’t know, but it wasn’t like she fought it. After a night of tears and angry outbursts she decides it was best to refocus on the case, only to discover it was gone. Suddenly, it all clicked.

Lucas was the killer, he used the cycle of love bombing to lure these women in and become so desperate for his affection they’d drop everything and do what he’d ask. She quickly gets dressed, then drives to the only place she knew he could be, the woods. He’d bury the case like he’d bury every single he’d committed in his life. She calls for backup, explaining she found the suspect and was in a foot-pursuit in the woods to find him.

She runs, she runs everywhere. It wasn’t until she heard a shrill scream rip through the air that she knew his location. She runs toward it, only to find Nix hovering over Lucas’s lifeless body, case in hand. She looked between the Wechuge and the mangled human. Nix knew that this was the person that had caused so much wreckage, it only wanted to help.

She walks over to it, thanking it but…she was surrounded by her own backup. Men who looked at the creature with wide eyes and trembling hands. “What the hell is that thing?” A man’s trembling voice asks. Before KC could explain, they were given the command to fire.

All of a sudden, chaos filled the forest, the Wechuge was enraged, killing everything shooting at it. It had been a disaster.

KC was trying to get them to stop, to listen, but she was caught in the crossfire. As Nix swipes a line of men away, it catches her as well. She screams in pain, looking as her body was horridly ripped open, her jaw dislocated and hardly hanging on.

Nix had realized what it had done. It wailed as it canters over to her body. She knew it wasn’t its fault. The fire continues, but this time the creature doesn’t fight back. It mourns over the one human that wasn’t afraid of it after millennia of being ran away from. And slowly, but surely, both creatures die, their last breaths being only being seconds away from each-other.

No one went home that night.

But even as Death came to collect their souls, he saw the potential in KC, her noble acts of righting wrongs, her motivation to bring justice, and even her regret towards the end of her life for her inhuman friend. Death takes pity.

It grants her a second life, as it crawls through her veins and sews her skin back together, as it carefully recrafts her. Her hair had ghastly white tips to show her inhumanness, her eyes would be the milky white to show the death she had experienced once, her body would be taller to intimidate her wrong-doers, her many tattoos would stay as a reminder of her humanity, and an outline of a skull in opalescent lines would trace her face, to show who had given her a second chance of life.

When this creature awoke, she knew nothing of her past life except her death. She was left with a scythe, a contract. All Death wanted was souls, he didn’t care about his reapers motivations. So KC was reborn with the name ‘Soul Reaper’, and she would punish the lives of those who didn’t recognize their sins, she’d be the last thing they’d see before cutting through the sow of their flesh and reaping their souls.

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Ukitake Jushiro- Oneshot: (Rivals)

“I’ll surpass you and become the new captain for the thirteenth squad, just you wait! Ukitake Jushiro!!”

The declaration has caught everyone in the room off guard.

Mostly Jushiro.

In hindsight, he probably should have suspected something when you agreed to have tea with him, Rukia and Shunsui.

After all, this was how all your interactions went in the past.

“I’m going to take your job, Ukitake Jushiro!!”

“I don’t recognize a weakling like you as a captain, Ukitake Jushiro!!”

“What kind of laughable attack is that, Ukitake Jushiro!!”

He sighed recalling all the statements you’d made to him at some point or another.

After your statement, you’d bolted out the room with your head held high.

Shunsui just laughed.

“That one is as lively as always. You should hurry up and hold her, it’s clear that she just needs some good loving.”

“Please don’t say such perverted things Shunsui.”

Rukia sat at the side awkwardly.

Your behavior was nothing new. He’d just been hoping that the both of you could become more than just rivals. You’d taken one look at him the second you became a full fledged reaper and decided that he wasn’t up to your expectations.

That was almost over fifty years ago.

From that point, you were constantly confronting him after every successful mission you had, claiming that you would take his position from him.

He admired the drive, but he supposed he would prefer you not threaten his job every time he saw you.

Jushiro just released another sigh.

It was a bit naive to expect anything to really change, so he just went about as usual. You were a member of the sixth squad, so your encounters often came when you interacted with Rukia.

Today you were joining her on a trip to her squad to drop off some paperwork from Byakuya.

“Kuchiki-taicho sure is amazing. As expected of my captain. It’s a shame you’re in the squad of that weakling.”

“Ukitake-taicho is strong in his own way.”

“Sounds like something a weakling would say.”

An irk mark popped up on her head and she meant to retaliate, but the cry of a hollow broke into the air and you both flinched.

“A hollow here..”

Rukia seemed a bit surprised.

Typically they stayed in the Rukongai for obvious reasons. You tossed the papers with a grin.

“Looks like I’ll be taking this one down.”

You were already in the air and she panicked.

“W-Wait we’re not sure how many there are and-”

You were gone before she could say much more and she gritted her teeth. The both of you weren’t far from her squad. Getting reinforcements felt like a smart bet, just to be safe.

~

“Heh, I can’t believe she thought I’d wait around for someone else to take down this hollow.”

The moment you found the hollow, you weren’t surprised to see it standing in an open field, close to the forest. You tracked the spiritual pressure, and it was a bit laughable that she seemed worried.

“What a joke.”

You lifted your sword charging full force ahead.

It raised its hand, about to defend, but one calculated swipe of your blade and its arm was gone. It shrieked. You grin, lifting your hand as you struck it across the chest. Blood splattered from the wound, and a bit hit your skin which made your smile widen as you slashed its head.

In a matter of seconds it was gone, and you stood triumphantly on the ground.

“Piece of cake.”

It hadn’t even lasted five minutes.

“Quite a quick reaper, aren’t you.”

The new voice made you stiffen, and you turned. There was another hollow now standing before you. Its eyes seemed trained on you, and something in the ease of its form was unnerving.

“This one is different..”

Not just the fact that it didn’t seem the least bit scared, but you hadn’t even sensed its spiritual pressure.

“Are you afraid, reaper?”

You clenched your teeth.

“Like if you white masked weakling!!”

You were about to attack, but the sight of a captain’s cloak blocked your view.

Two pairs of feet landed, one at your side and the other standing protectively in front of you. You were pissed.

“Why the hell are you here!”

Jushiro glanced over you, a bit relieved that you appeared injured. There was nothing but some specs of blood on your body, and it didn’t seem to be your own. His eyes moved back to the hollow.

“I can’t feel it’s spiritual pressure. That must mean that it’s stronger than what we’re used to. “

“I apologize for butting in, but please let me handle it from here.”

“Like if!!”

You disappeared, and Jushiro turned, a bit startled when you went rushing for the hollow.

“This one is mine!! No way am I gonna let a weakling like you show me up!!”

You were moving quickly, and you made it about five feet away from the hollow before your body froze. Your eyes widened, staring in shock as your zanpakuto dropped from your hand. Rukia was startled, and when the blood on your arms seemed to fade out, seeping into your skin, it became clear that this wasn’t what you thought at all.

“What a simple minded reaper you are. Nevertheless, you’ll taste delicious.”

You were paralyzed, and when it lifted its hands, the large pointed spear was startling. Your eyes widened in fear, and Rukia called out for you, but it was too late. It would be hard for either of them to make it to your side before it connected.

It’s over.

You couldn’t do anything but watch, fully expecting the sound of the spear ripped through flesh, you were confused why you felt no pain.

The white cloak swayed, and your eyes shook at the protruding spear that was pierced right through Jushiro’s shoulder. He was standing over you, making it just in time to stop a fatal shot you would have no doubt received.

“W-Why…”

Why the hell would he protect you after you spent every moment opposing his abilities.

All he did was smile.

“The job of captain is to protect his subordinates..”

His words were a shock, and when the spear retracted, he stood proudly, despite the blood now pooling at his feet and on his cloak. The hollow looked agitated, and you barely saw it when he moved to attack. All you could process was the swiftness of his blade. You wouldn’t have believed it if you hadn’t seen it.

He’d cut down the beast so easily. One second it was standing and the next it was nothing but faded dust.

Jushiro sheathed his blade and took one step, right before he collapsed.

Rukia raced to his side, and you’d finally regained some feeling in your body, dropping to your knees.

It was a humbling experience.

After the ordeal you were all taken to the fourth squad. Unohana had advised you about the poisonous components of the hollows blood and assured you that her antidote would flush out any lingering remnants.

All things considered, you were fine.

You should have just left, but it felt shameful to just leave when Jushiro was now hurt because of you. His sickness doubled with the injury, it wasn't the best for him. Now he’s laying in bed, hurt, yet still wearing a smile. Through the entire thing he kept giving reassurance. To both Rukia and Unohana. When they’d both left, you finally worked up enough courage to move from your spot at the door. His head turned, fully expecting your visit it seemed.

Now seated at his bedside, you felt pathetic.

“There’s no need to feel guilty. It was a clever tactic. It sent the weaker one to apprehend us so its blood could give it the advantage. Anyone could have been bested.”

His words made sense, but you couldn’t quell your guilt. You spent so many years claiming you were better, but ultimately, you weren’t. Your shoulders shook, and when you started sobbing, he didn’t expect it.

“I-I was wrong about everything..”

Jushiro looked up, taken aback by your tears.

“I thought that being a captain meant nothing but obtaining strength, but I was reckless and naive and now you’re the one paying for it.”

He was hurt because of your foolish need to prove that you were better. You could have gotten him killed as well as Rukia.

“I’m s-so sorry…”

You would have taken any scolding, any lecture, but all you felt was the gentle touch against your cheek. Your sniffles stopped when you saw the warm smile he wore.

“Mistakes are what help us improve. You’ve learned and you understand. As a captain, I can’t hope for much more than that.”

His words made your tears fall freely and he just smiled, brushing his hand over your cheek as you continued to cry at his side. 

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