Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Of Demons and Death ❯ Wholesome Converstation ( Chapter 9 )

Once again, I DO NOT and WILL NEVER own any part of Bleach or Inuyasha. I merely beg the forgiveness of the authors for twisting their characters and ideas to fit my sick needs.

 

NOTE: NO INUYASHA CHARACTERS WILL BE DEPICTED IN THIS WORK! I MERELY TOOK SEVERAL IDEAS TO SUPPLEMENT MY OWN!

 

Also, in checking out my new fan fiction on fanfiction.net I noticed that all my spacing marks had been erased by the system so I'm trying something new and hopefully it'll work. I'll also be fixing the other chapters.

 

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The last day before the execution passed peacefully enough.

Yachiru had felt the need to wake me up before the break of dawn so we could play, which had been fine with me but I hadn't been expecting her to paint all over my face with makeup. I can still see Ryuujin's smug grin as Yachiru smeared lipstick on me, her excitement in finding someone who was actually somewhat willing to be there allowing her much more artistic license than I'm sure she was used to.

And it showed.

Then, once everyone else was up, we were treated to breakfast by Orihime. Now, not to say the girl isn't a bad cook, it's just that she really needs to take into consideration whether or not the rest of the people eating her food are gonna be able to keep it down. She really seemed surprised when Ikkaku bolted for the door, his excuse being that he had left something outside and didn't want to forget about it again. It then became really hard for the rest of us to keep eating over the faint sounds of Ikkaku barfing in the bushes, but we somehow managed it.

While she probably said it as she gave us all extra large servings, I don't know exactly what she put in it but it looked like a mix between ramen, sushi, and some poor dissected creature not yet known to man. Then again, poor us for having to eat it and keep it down.

After that we managed to piece together a disguise for me. Somehow Yumichika procured a uniform for me, but don't ask me how as I really don't want to know myself. Once that was on I tucked my pouch inside the front of my uniform and used my hairpin to put up my hair. Everyone seemed to be awed by it, even though they probably saw it hanging from my belt. It's always there.

“Oh, it's so beautiful!” said Orihime as I finished putting it in place, testing to make sure it wouldn't easily fall out. “Where did you get it?”

“Gift.” I said more tersely than I meant. Who had given it to me, though, was a secret I planned on taking to my grave.

“The green is so pretty!” said Yachiru as she climbed on my back for a better look. “It matches your eyes, Reirei-chan!”

The pin itself was a beautiful piece of work. Carved out of solid ivory, it stood at about 6 inches and it had a large green emerald imbedded in its head. A slightly smaller emerald was situated a little below it, and the pattern continued halfway down the pin with the last emerald the size of an extremely small bead. Also at the head was a fish scale fan made of ivory and emerald set inside the entire thing. Several tassels of ivory hung from the head, an impressive feat as the joints were carved from the same solid piece of ivory. Both tassels featured the same green emeralds, but the highest one had them shaped like beads, jointed together by what looked to be solid gold. The second one had three rows of long rectangular emeralds, almost looking like a wind chime as they all dangled lengthwise.

“Did you get it in Soul Society?” asked Yumichika as he came up close to inspect it. “I know of only a few places that offer this kind of craftsmanship and they don't come cheap.”

“Would you all rather just have me take it back out so you can gawk at it?” I asked crossly.

“Why are you wearing it in the first place?” asked Ikkaku as he crossed his arms, evidently eager to get out and do something. “Isn't the whole point of this disguise to keep you from being noticed?”

“Let's just go!” said Zaraki angrily as he glared at me, probably already having figured out the nature and cause of the gift. “She looks too girly as it is!”

“I'm sorry Captain Zaraki.” I said mockingly as I turned around, Yachiru still on my shoulder. “I didn't realize my sex appeal would create such tension in this atmosphere.”

“Shut up.” he growled angrily as he ripped the door open and stomped outside.

“Sore loser!” I called after him before adjusting my uniform and following everyone outside.

While outside several men were idiotic enough to catcall at me, which was immediately remedied as I smashed their heads together. After that, people pretty much just left me alone, though Zaraki glaring at anyone that was stupid enough to get too close probably helped.

We came back after dinner at the 11th Division bar, which meant men were ogling Orihime and me throughout our entire meal. I nearly hit a guy who `accidentally' bumped into Orihime as she was standing up, but Ikkaku beat me to it. I did, however, lose it on a bunch of whores who were talking about my hairpin and how it was probably a present from Zaraki for `sexual services.'

Once back, I immediately changed back into my regular uniform. After spending the whole day in a regular shinigami uniform I remembered why I had switched out. Also, having my hair up all day made me feel self conscious and out of place. Needless to say, I was happy to get out of that god awful disguise.

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“Can you smell it?” I asked as Ikkaku climbed up onto the roof.

“Smell what?” asked Ikkaku as he sat down next to me.

“The tension. There's going to be a huge battle tomorrow.” I said as I looked out over Soul Society, the Sokyoku barely visible in the distance.

“Nervous?” asked Ikkaku as he rested his zanpakuto against his shoulder.

“Relieved.” I answered before turning to him. “And what are you doing here? I thought you'd be out drinking with the others.”

“And leave you and Orihime-chan here without protection?” asked Ikkaku. “Captain Zaraki would kill me.”

“Then why isn't he here himself?” I asked coyly. “And besides, I could kick his ass in a fight any day.”

“Hey, watch it.” said Ikkaku as he tilted his zanpakuto towards me. “I may just have to defend the honor of my Captain.”

“You'd take five seconds.” I said as I sat back and looked up at the sky. “If that.”

“What's the deal with that hairpin?” asked Ikkaku bluntly and I looked over at him.

“None of your fucking business, that's what.” I said crossly.

“I didn't mean to make you angry, but Captain Zaraki has been moody ever since this morning.” said Ikkaku and I could see where he was going with this.

“And you think it has something to do with the nature of this hairpin?” I asked as I held it up.

“Yeah.” said Ikkaku.

“Well, I'll tell you this much. Yes, it was a present from an old boyfriend, but there's no way in hell that I'll ever tell you who it was.” I said as I set down the pin.

“Fair enough, I guess.” said Ikkaku.

“But, let me ask you this. You don't honestly think Zaraki likes me, do you?” I asked as I lifted myself up on my elbows.

“I think you're pretty.” said Ikkaku and I couldn't help but laugh.

“I didn't ask if he thought I was pretty, I asked if he liked me.” I said.

“Well the Captain does get attached, especially to people he sleeps with.” said Ikkaku and it was his turn to laugh as my eyes widened a little. “Come on. Give me a little more credit than that.”

“Fine.” I admitted as I looked away.

“Besides, I believe he's always been a little curious about you.” admitted Ikkaku, and my eyes snapped back to him.

“Me?” I asked, more than just a little disbelieving.

“Who else?” asked Ikkaku.

“But why?” I asked. “There are so many better looking women out there!”

“The Captain goes for more than just looks.” said Ikkaku and I let out a little snort.

“I like to do more than fight, drink, and copulate if that's where you're going.” I said as I closed my eyes.

“No, that's not where I was going.” said Ikkaku, obviously a little peeved. “Though it wouldn't surprise me if that was part of it.”

I let out a little laugh as I opened my eyes again, enjoying the fact that I was having a conversation with someone other than Honorable Ruler or Ryuujin.

“He also gets a little jealous, which is probably why he was so pissed off about that hairpin of yours.” continued Ikkaku and I couldn't help but feel a little angry.

“Can we just drop the hairpin?” I asked tiredly.

“If you want.” said Ikkaku as he scratched the top of his head.

“Thank you.” I said as I shifted to a more comfortable position.

“Why did you come back?” asked Ikkaku.

“What?” I asked, a little confused by his question.

“Well, considering what was going on when you left, why would you want to come back?” asked Ikkaku and I nearly laughed.

“To show Yamamoto and the rest of Soul Society that they shouldn't have pissed me off.” I answered as I shot Ikkaku a maniacal grin. “But, mostly because Captain asked me to protect those kids.”

“What's his interest in all this?” asked Ikkaku and I suddenly realized I didn't have a clue either.

“I don't really know.” I said as I scratched the side of my face. “I just know we wouldn't be here if it wasn't for him since Ichigo is the only shinigami among them.”

“Hey! What the hell are you doing up there!?”

I shot up as Zaraki shouted at us, Yumichika waving at us from his position right behind his Captain.

“How much did you have to drink!?” I asked, barely containing a laugh as Yumichika stumbled over to the bushes to throw up.

“Not very much.” slurred Zaraki as he glared at Yumichika. “This sad excuse of a 5th seat just can't hold his liquor.”

I looked over at Ikkaku who had shoved his fist into his mouth to keep from laughing. Motioning for Ikkaku to hold his laughter a little bit longer I turned back to Zaraki.

“Here, we'll see how much you drank!” I called as I moved a little closer to the edge of the roof. “All you have to do is pass a little test!”

“What kind of test!?” slurred Zaraki as he started to sway.

“All you have to do is put your right index finger on your nose and stand on your left leg while saying your ABCs backwards!” I called, starting to laugh a little as Zaraki tried to stand on one leg.

“What are you doing?” hissed Ikkaku as Zaraki finally managed to stand on one leg and put his finger on his nose.

“What's the point of letting someone get drunk if you can't have a little fun with them?” I hissed back as Zaraki started to belt out his drunken version of ABCs.

“Z! Y! W! Oh shit, I mean X, W! Um… where was I!? Oh yeah… Q! P!”

Ikkaku and I burst out laughing as Zaraki continued on, throwing in a few numbers before calling it good.

“So, how was that!?” shouted Zaraki as Yumichika walked back over, wiping his mouth off.

“Very good!” I called back, my sides starting to ache. “Maybe you should go sleep it off now!”

Zaraki made a weird noise that was a cross between a snort and a hiss before stumbling inside, Yumichika stumbling a little before falling flat on his face.

“I should probably go help him.” said Ikkaku as he stood up and slid his zanpakuto back into his obi.

“Yeah. Goodnight!” I called as Ikkaku flash stepped down to Yumichika before half dragging him to his feet and hauling him down the street.

“Do you want some help!?” I asked and Ikkaku waved me away.

“No! I can handle it!” shouted Ikkaku as Yumichika started throwing up again, this time all over the front of Ikkaku's uniform. “Come on!”

 

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I know this one is a little shorter than usual, but I didn't want to start the next day in the middle of the chapter and leave off on a bigger cliffhanger.

 

I would like to make a toast to anihana and SweetYuya who, once again, have reviewed my newest chapter mere hours after its release. I know I say this after every chapter, but it's really refreshing to see people who are interested enough in my work to review it.