Bleach Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Desires ❯ Watching ( Chapter 7 )

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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"Urahara. What did you do to Ichigo?" The shout came from somewhere in the front of the Shinigami. "If I find out you used him in an experiment, Aizen is going to be the least of your worries."

 

"Oh no."

 

From her position sitting on the table, having adopted her feline form due to the fact that she had just come back from spying on Soul Society to see how they were preparing for the upcoming War, Yoruichi watched as the pale blonde scrambled to his feet. It was, she decided, rather humorous how the former 12th Captain could stand up against Accancers and yet the second that he heard her voice he was acting like a preverbal chicken with his head cut off. Of course his fear was well founded, the former 3rd Division Captain was a powerful Shinigami… more than capable of holding her own against opponents.

 

It was the sound of someone approaching the back room that had Urahara scuttling through the opposing door. Not a heartbeat too soon did the blonde choose to escape.

 

Yes, her amber eyes meeting with a pair of brilliant azure blue as the second woman entered the room, it was rather amusing. No more than five feet and three inches, the former 3rd Captain was a small willowy woman whose frame even now was still compacted with powerful muscle that proclaimed more thought put into speed than strength. Kisuke was six foot and had to outweigh her anywhere from sixty to eighty pounds and yet he had run as if the petite woman was some sort of terrible monster hell-bent on killing him. Oh the 3rd wouldn't do anything so drastic, but she would undoubtedly hurt the blonde.

 

"Yoruichi." The voice was clipped. "Where is he?"

 

There was a heartbeat when Yoruichi considered saying nothing, after all her friend was doubtlessly going to be on the receiving end of a beating, but it was a fruitless thought. The minute that the former 3rd Captain calmed down she would be capable of finding Kisuke, regardless of how much the former 12th Captain subdued his spiritual energy. Kagome, Yoruichi remembered, had been a miko in her previous life and it had made her into a Shinigami who was hypersensitive to spiritual energy.

 

"He went that way." No she wasn't a traitor in exposing the blonde's escape route.

 

"Thanks…"

 

A few heartbeats later a rather shrill scream, it almost sounded feminine, reached Yoruichi's ears… oh maybe she was mistaken. Hopefully Kagome would remember they kind of needed Kisuke alive as a means of fixing this mess.

 

 

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FLASHBACK

 

It was peaceful for once.

 

That was the thought that crossed her mind as Kagome leaned back against the stairs of the 3rd Division's main office. There had not been any reported sightings of Hollows for a while now and if there were, Kensei and his squad of 9th Division members were oftentimes more than enough to deal with it. Occasionally if she was feeling particularly bored Kagome had joined the gray haired Captain in the hunt… but between her and his lieutenant Mashiro Kagome was surprised that they hadn't succeeded in making Kensei blow a fuse and go on a rampage.

 

In fact the last time she had offered to come along the 9th Captain had flat out refused her presence under the excuse of wanting no more headaches... although he hadn't been as polite as that.

 

"Should have known." The voice was not quite as sudden an intrusion as one would have thought. "That'd ya be lazing away rather than working."

 

"Afternoon to you too, Captain Hirako." If anything the dirty blonde's grin widened. As the 5th Division was so close by it wasn't uncommon for her fellow graduate, as she and the blonde had been in the Academy at the same time, to visit here. "Where is that shadow of yours now?"

 

"Doing paperwork." The bulky white haori ruffled as the 5th Captain shrugged the material off. "Too damn hot for this sort of crap nowadays."

 

It had become rather warm this 'summer'… Kagome herself had long since shed her own haori and had chosen the shadiest spot within the 3rd Division as a means of trying to find some relief. With nothing really going on, there was no need to really be flaunting one's position. "You say I'm lazy. Shouldn't you be doing that?"

 

The 5th Division had succeeded in destroying one of its buildings a few days ago… well it had been Hiyori kicking the dirty blonde through the wall but as he was older and more mature, don't make her laugh, he was held responsible.

 

"Sosuke can handle it."

 

Rolling her eyes Kagome nudged the bucket of peaches, the garden within the 3rd Division having enjoyed the weather and turned up a considerable bounty, towards the dirty blonde. "You should really get to know him, Shinji."

 

The look the other turned upon her said what he wouldn't with words. He didn't trust the brunette.

 

Kagome had been trying to work it into the dirty blonde's mind that the fact he didn't trust the brunette was all the more reason he should try to befriend Sosuke Aizen after all if the brown haired Shinigami thought he could trust Shinji and was actually up to something, the 5th Captain would notice. But her friend was almost as stubborn as a mule, she'd once informed him his head was full of rocks, when his mind was set. He was lazy and sarcastic and childish, but Shinji Hirako possessed one of the most dangerous minds Kagome had seen within the Gotei 13 for its cruel effective cunning.

 

Like now, she didn't like the grin dominating the dirty blonde haired man's features. "What?"

 

"I was just thinking… you tell me to know my lieutenant." The blonde paused. "But you've been avoiding the new Captain as if he has some sort of contagious disease."

 

"Idiocy." The response came immediately to her lips… the new 12th Captain was something else entirely.

 

The 5th Captain hummed as he bite out of the peach, she waited patiently as the other swallowed the piece. "He's been watching you, ya know?"

 

She did know.

 

The few times that she had ventured by on her way to the 13th Division to tend to Jushiro when Ukitake had one of his bouts, his lieutenant would and had dragged her out of bed to care for the white haired Shinigami though she had never once scolded ++ for that, she had felt eyes on her. At first Kagome had thought it was Hiyori for the tiny lieutenant, snaggle-tooth and no matter how many times she'd hit the back of Shinji's head for that he didn't stop with the taunt, and she had always gotten along… probably because like Kirio the lieutenant looked up to Kagome.

 

She'd learnt her mistake when the shaggy haired 12th Captain had pretty much fallen down the stairs once… too distracted to pay attention to where he was going.

 

Another woman would have been flattered, Urahara was handsome in a sort of ditsy way and his grins were absolutely infectious, but Kagome had long since gotten used to men stumbling over themselves in her presence or upon seeing her.

 

She had died when she had been twenty one, not at the final battle with Naraku but two years later when she had had the stupidity of believing Inuyasha and releasing him from the subduing spell… Naraku had been right in his portrayal of the hanyou in that Inuyasha cared nothing but for the power to become a full demon. The betrayal had rankled her for a while, a long while, and if not for the intervention of the Captain Commander herself Kagome had always wondered if she would have become a Hollow… stuck in self-pity at her death. But Yamamoto had accepted her presence and trained her himself, she had risen to Captain position within a year of graduating… and liked rubbing that in Hirako's nose given as they had always stood on even grounds in the Academy but Shinji took a while to become a Captain.

 

As a mature woman then in Soul Society she had attracted the attention of many Shinigami over the years of living here. The 8th Captain was probably the most persistent of would-be suitors and she enjoyed the attention, Shunsui was a lecher certainly but he was a sort of harmless lecher that once the initial surprise was overcome was amusing… kind of like Miroku. Besides Kagome was willing to take a grope here and there if the resulting smack ended up with a glum Jushiro grinning… the white haired Shinigami was always amused by her response to Shunsui's antics, and the 8th Captain's over the top complaining about how cruel she was.

 

Shinji was another would-be suitor. The dirty blonde had been a student with her in the Academy and had taken time out of his busy, he was a wretched liar then, life to assist her in some of the workings of been a Shinigami. Hirako was the only one, outside of Yamamoto, who knew more about her past than others... most just knew she was a human being once of considerable power, none outside of the Captain Commander and the 5th knew she had been a miko. That the Shikon no Tama was still within her flesh amplifying her spiritual energy considerably. She had known the dirty blonde for most of the years she had been a Shinigami and they shared a close friendship... one that could but hadn't quite crossed the boundaries from friend to more.

 

"As if." A grin touching her own features, two could play this game, Kagome shook her head. "I get you a phonograph for your birthday Shinji, and this is how you repay? With rumours."

 

"Not rumours." She swatted at the dirty blonde's hand when he reached for another of the peaches… he completely ignored the strike, after all Hiyori did a lot worst for no good reason. "He has been watching you."

 

"He's been watching me?" Her grin widening as the 5th Captain took a bite of this second peach Kagome couldn't help but continue. "You sure it's not you the 12th Captain has been watching? I mean you'd make such a cute couple."

 

The response, broken up by coughing as the dirty blonde nearly choked on the peach, was rather amusing.

 

END FLASHBACK

 

 

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A sigh escaping her lips at the feel of fingers stroking her naked hips, the touch feather soft, Kagome shifted her weight slightly mewling in pleasure. He was still buried deep within her, her core not quite willing to release the man whose larger frame she was lying overtop of just yet. She was greedy that way… but the teasing caress of his hands along her skin told her he wasn't protesting. It had been a while since she had found the time to indulge herself with the man and her body gripped tightly, letting her feel every ripple and vein that made up his length… and the steady pulse of his heart radiating along the thick intrusion.

 

Assuring him she hadn't come to kill him, although trouncing him wasn't quite out of the question even now… even if he was lodged deep within her body, had been as simple as wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a kiss. A kiss which was meant to be chaste for she wanted information… and yet things had quickly escalated. It was when he had pinned her against the wall, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist and pulling him close… her need as he had pressed against her, making her know just what she did to him, had quelled her anger for the moment at least.

 

She had never been capable of resisting him, particularly when he turned that grin of his upon her.

 

And yet if she was weak in his presence, so was he in hers. Some people spilled their guts under torture, Kisuke Urahara was no different. Although it was a particular sort of torture that got to the pallid blond.

 

Placing her hands on his chest, he hadn't lost the muscling he had possessed despite becoming rather lazy, Kagome rocked forwards until the head of his cock was the only thing… but it was pressing against her and not within her. The vacancy was noticeable, her body clenching on nothing and demanding to be filled again… she had better control than him though. She waited a second and then leaned back, watching as smoky green gray eyes clenched as she stopped suddenly… not letting any more of him within her. Watching him she repeated the action making sure never to let him get too deep within her, and always pulling back before her own mind changed and decided she wanted to keep him inside.

 

 

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Kisuke's eyes clenched as velvet heat enveloped the head of his erection, the woman straddling his waist letting only that much of his cock within her. There was a muffled moan, a sound of delight, as the woman's hands stilled underneath his ribs her hips rolling against his so that his bulbous tip was the only thing within her… worked in and out in time with her movements. She was going slow obviously enjoying the sensation, the intrusion of his head inside her and then the absence before taking the head of his cock again seconds later. But the contrast between her heat and the cool air was shocking, sending prickles of raw electricity racing along the entire length of his shaft to the base.

 

It was a struggle not to simply roll them over and take the petite woman straddling his waist.

 

But Kisuke was willing to let her have her little fun… but when he was through with her Kagome Higurashi, former 3rd Captain, would be fortunate if she could walk more than a dozen steps.

 

 

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Kisuke Urahara x Kagome Higurashi - former 12th Captain, former 3rd Captain

 

The Shinji bit in the flashback I couldn't help... it seemed suiting to have someone take that snide former Captain down a peg or two with her comment about who Kisuke was watching. That and I was watching the youtube tribute, Night of the Hunter - Hirako Shinji... good one. (: