Bleach Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Desires ❯ Sweetheart ( Chapter 6 )

Bleach x Inuyasha

 

These are one shots - possibly more shots, depending on how favoured the story is - involving various characters in Devil Within - which can be found on FanFiction under OutofCompleteControl penname

 

Trying to figure out what is the most favoured pairing with "captions" of what could be.

 

Pairing below

 

 

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"Quite a bumbling idiot." A soft grin touching her features even as she spoke Kagome kept her focus on the small array of dishes that had been left unwashed from the family's dinner. Normally she didn't lower herself to dish washer but the request had been frantic, the man who had requested her assistance almost crying on the opposite end of the phone. "Foolish, hot headed, and rather impulsive… likes to jump to conclusions."

 

"Are you talking about Ichigo?" The voice was amused. "Or me?"

 

Not bothering to keep the grin from widening Kagome turned towards the man that was leaning against the countertop of the small homely kitchen. A pair of burgundy, brown stained with a hint of carmine red, eyes met hers overtop the rim of the coffee cup he was holding. "Who do you want me to be talking about, Isshin?"

 

 

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FLASHBACK

 

"Baka!" The scream pierced through the forest with considerable force, as too did the unmistakable sound of flesh hitting flesh. "Stupid are you trying to get yourself killed?"

 

"Lieutenant." A handful of voices broke out in surprised protest. "Don't kill him."

 

"I'll kill him and be rid of this headache."

 

-.- - SCENE CHANGE - -.-

 

Rubbing his cheek and grimacing against the stinging pain that greeted even the lightest of touches, he settled himself down on the upraised log. There was no need to rush back to Soul Society, or more specifically back to the quarters of the Gotei 13. Which gave him… the sigh escaping his lips sounded frustrated even to his ears and he settled to trying and figure out what had prompted the vicious attack on his person. He had just been doing his job as Captain of the 10th Division.

 

So he had taken on a Hollow… well it had been a Adjuchas.

 

Far more powerful than the commonly found Gillian Menos the Adjuchas was not quite as powerful as the rare, and barely seen, Vasto Lorde. It was the sort of Hollow that could take on a Captain leveled Shinigami and despite himself he couldn't help but admit that the humanoid Adjuchas with its almost batlike wings had been enough to give him the run for his preverbal money. But that had been because of the fact that the Adjuchas had taken him by surprise… forget the fact that as his lieutenant had stated he looked like he'd been dragged through a meat grinder.

 

And felt like it.

 

But he had succeeded in killing it, despite the wounds, and without risking the chance of loosing any of his fellow Shinigami.

 

His thoughts were distracted as he shifted… the stump wasn't as smooth as he had originally thought and something was digging mercilessly into his hip. If he knew he could trust his own legs in keeping him upright he'd have stood up.

 

Another sigh escaped Isshin Kurosaki's lips… a sound followed by a sharp yelp as someone's hand collided with the back of his head. "OWWIE!"

 

"Oh be quiet… serves you right for taking on an Adjuchas by yourself."

 

His lips parting to respond to the words, Isshin stilled as his eyes landed upon the speaker.

 

The speaker was a woman, despite the frustration that had roughened her voice into a near growl, and a small willowy figure whose five and a six inch height put her roughly seven inches… and close to seventy pounds… smaller than himself.

 

Her skin was lightly tanned from years of having spent working out and about, seeking to literally help everyone despite how difficult or how unwanted that help was… where many Shinigami avoided Rukongai as it was a painful reminder of where they had first come to Soul Society she had turned the Districts into more of a home than Seireitei. A thick tangled mane of ebony black, it was such a rich blackened coloring that if not for the strip of white cloth at the end of the ponytail it would have been invisible within the shadows and against the black outfit, of hair had been pulled into a high ponytail that grazed the middle of her slender shoulders. The right side of her hair had come free when she had been trying to strangle the life from him Isshin remembered so that the bangs fell forwards nearly completely covering that side of her soft featured face.

 

From the clearly visible left side a single eye met his gaze. The color of sapphires, a bright sparkling blue, the look was piercing… pinning him in place as effectively as his tired aching body.

 

"You know…" He kept his voice light, despite the fact that now his head throbbed almost as much as the cheek she had slapped. And he would probably have bruises around his neck come morning. "I don't think other Captains have Lieutenants that try to kill them."

 

"I wouldn't try to kill you, you'll know when I want you dead…" Full lips, red and plush, twitched. "After all how many Lieutenants have idiots for Captains?"

 

"Shinji."

 

The azure eye flickered away at mention of the 5th Captain, a ghost of a grin touching her features. She was probably one of the few who could tolerate the dirty blonde haired Captain's snippish personality... "He's too smart for his own good."

 

"Shunsui."

 

"Lazy."

 

Pausing to consider the woman, Isshin continued. "Jushiro."

 

"Don't start about Ukitake." She turned back immediately, her blue eyes for she had pushed the black mane back irritably flashing in barely concealed annoyance.

 

Ah so that was still a sore point.

 

His lips pushing out in something of a pout, "what is it about you and the 13th Captain anyways?"

 

Annoyance morphed into anger as the woman's hand reached for the blackened hilt of the zanpakuto resting above her right hip. "Scream, Kureijii Akuma."

 

-.- - SCENE CHANGE - -.-

 

Okay now he really hurt.

 

The attack had come with little warning, despite the fact that the woman had uttered out the command for her shikai. Scream, Crazy Demon… an appropriate name for a zanpakuto like that. What made it more frightening was despite the secondary rank she held as Lieutenant her power was equal to that of many of the Captains… she just didn't hold Captaincy as there were no vacancy. She had a bankai to her zanpakuto so he should be grateful she hadn't used that.

 

A part of him reasoned that he had deserved the beating after all he had some vague understanding as to just what it was about the 13th Captain that riled his Lieutenant. It wasn't anything romantic like Isshin had originally thought when he had first realized that the black haired and blue eyed woman frequented the 13th Divisions. No it had to do with the fact that despite her considerable spiritual energy and her strength for healing she had not been capable of undoing the damage that tuberculosis had dealt to the 13th Captain… oh Jushiro was stronger under her care certainly but he would never been at a hundred percent.

 

"You're awake." The voice was calmer now… and shifting his weight Isshin saw came from the stump that he had claimed earlier.

 

"You know koibito." Pausing as he pushed himself up from the ground Isshin couldn't help but grin. "I'm beginning to think you're even more stunning when you're angry."

 

His words had the desired effect as she turned away, but not before the blush was obvious against her pale skin. "Oh shut up."

 

 

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Even all these years later, a hundred years later, Isshin couldn't help but agree with his younger self and that his koibito was more appealing when she was angry. Like now. Taking advantage of his greater height and weight Isshin had trapped the former 10th Division Lieutenant, his former Lieutenant though she could trounce him if she wanted, against the sink. He had used the excuse that his children were running him ragged as a means for needing assistance… she had almost bitten his head off through the phone and looked to be seconds from considering doing that now. She could. She was a kido, or demon spell, expert after all… having taken naturally to that from her former life as a miko.

 

A life as a miko which had made her more agreeable to the more intimate way of life… after all mikos were supposed to be chaste. But that chastity certainly didn't carry through to death and in becoming a Shinigami herself.

 

Oh a part of him couldn't help but feel guilty in feeling such emotions for a woman that he hadn't seen for a century… particularly when upstairs completely ignorant of his connection with their guest his three children were asleep. He had loved Masaki there was no denying that… but humans were so terribly short lived in comparison to Shinigami.

 

This black haired and fiery blue eyed sprite of a woman he had known for close to four hundred years.

 

She had been born in this day and age, the modern era, certainly but by some fickle god's whims and a trickery of fate had died five hundred years in the past. A hundred of those years she had tried to kill him, mainly because his personality was too much akin to the one who had betrayed her living self; she had been suspicious and wary of him those first decades. It had taken a while for her to trust him, really… there was a scar running down his back which had proven to be the deciding factor when he had intercepted a blow which would have been more serious for the smaller woman.

 

His hand sliding down the woman's left side, following the curve of her slender hip and down further to splay fingers across her buttocks… shapely buttocks… Isshin closed the distance between them.

 

"Erojijii." The complaint was soft and absolutely meaningless.

 

"You love it."

 

Kagome didn't answer him with words but rather with a pleased humming sound as Isshin lowered his head.

 

Soft, warm lips pliable to the pressure of his tongue and parting with something of a mewling sigh. She was as sweet as he remembered. Her tongue flickered out to touch against his own enticing a battle for dominance. That is, before she bit his tongue… not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to let him know all wasn't quite forgiven between them. She would forgive him for tonight but if he wanted more, he would have to work for that old connection they had shared.

 

Still what had driven them apart seemed so painfully trivial, childish even, within Isshin's mind as the small woman wound her fingers into his dark hair fingernails scraping at his scalp and sending an electrifying current down his spine. He was many things… but not quite stupid enough to give up on his sweetheart a second time.

 

 

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koibito - lover, sweetheart

Erojijii - dirty old man; pervert; groper; lecher

 

 

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Kagome's zanpakuto

Shikai command - Scream, Kureijii Akuma - essentially Scream, Crazy Demon

 

Isshin Kurosaki x Kagome Higurashi - former 10th Captain, former 10th Lieutenant - she holds lieutenant level as there is no captain spots, has a bankai to her zanpakuto though, in flashback