Bleach: Derailed
- Thread starter TPK
- Start date
- Location
- Fabulously Rainbow Ireland
But she's older than us/Ichigo! She should be an oneesan if not potential waifu!
deadcrystal
Slaaneshi Cultist
- Location
- The Warp
Since Ichigo won't see Chad or Tatsuki for a minimum of a year I'm in favour of Ichigo-Takako ultimate besties.
- Location
- Canada
The fight with Barragan showed he was stealthy and a cunning fighter.
Hyacinthium
Writing about sad cannibals as we speak.
- Location
- Bedroom
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Time on the after life seems to be rather relative and comparatively unchronological. Like living on another planet, their years are different from our own. That said- her soul looks around the same age as us. She kinda maybe has existed longer but Rukia for example is obviously still a teen ager.But she's older than us/Ichigo! She should be an oneesan if not potential waifu!
Ichigo is an illegal abomination against the laws of the universe. If anything we should protect others from him! ... That way he can be all mine ヾ(*ΦωΦ)ﾉ
M3lk0r
H3 wh0 Ar!535 !n M!gh+
- Location
- Gondolin
OOC we are dealing with Aizen here,your reaction and reasoning are completely justified.
Zeroth Jupi
Sporadic Writer and Haver of Ideas
- Location
- Somewhere
- Pronouns
- He/She/They
[X] You need to talk to somebody about this.
-[X] Takako might know somebody appropriate.
-[X] Takako might know somebody appropriate.
- Location
- Too Deep in the Midnight Sea
[X] You need to talk to somebody about this.
-[X] Takako might know somebody appropriate.
-[X] Takako might know somebody appropriate.
- Location
- Europe
[X] You need to talk to somebody about this.
-[X] Takako might know somebody appropriate.
-[X] Takako might know somebody appropriate.
Well, time doesn't really PASS when you're dead. You see it with both Hollows and Shinigami. They seem to tend to just repeat a routine without change until outside factors come in.
I suspect if you count by actual life experience the dead age slowly because they need to experience enough stuff to qualify. Rukia for instance, might be really a century old, but she has 90% of that as repeating the same routine with the same people in the same environment, so once she acquired enough experience to hit her teens, she just stalled there until she got some life changing experiences to change her self-identity.
Just a crazy theory, but it does explain why Shinigami seem to stay largely static, then some new event triggers a burst of explosive development.
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TPK
Hello, friend.
[62] You need to talk to somebody about this.
-[41] Takako might know somebody appropriate.
-[15] Somebody from the tenth division.
-[6] Maybe that captain, Gin?
[35] You'll hold off until you can talk to your dad directly.
After one of your classes you ask Takako if she'd mind a word. Strangely enough, actually getting over yourself an asking for help is the hardest part of the whole process. Once you actually explain, in careful words, that you'd like to know who you can talk to about the Shiba clan, it only takes her a few seconds to come up with the best person.
You ignore that she spent several seconds scrutinizing you with a disgruntled expression on her face before answering. You wear one similar to it most of the time. Complaining would be kind of stupid.
It turns out that academy students are permitted to return to the outer districts as long as it doesn't interfere with their studies, so on your second Sunday since enrolling you travel out the west gate. "Follow the road past where the city ends, and I'll know it when I see it. What kind of directions are those?"
You uniform scares off the various street toughs, pickpockets, and beggars that grow in number as you get out of the well-to-do areas and into the seedier districts, or maybe it's your giant zanpakuto? Either way you get your space, no matter how crowded the streets get. For a little while it's almost like being back home, surrounded by people bustling this way and that, but you leave that far behind for slums and shacks left to rot.
And then you leave that, too, behind.
The ground makes slight hills, and as you crest one you look down to see what is, undoubtedly, the house that you were told you couldn't miss.
Takako was right.
It looks normal, if old-fashioned, until you realize that there isn't a torii gate over the entry path, but a pair of giant fists. Two... giant fists. The evidence that the Shibas are related to your father is mounting. They're fist bumping each other, or flexing. It's impossible to tell which.
"Ho! Who goes there!" A muscular man wearing a funny-looking outfit hails you as he approaches from the house. "Be warned that the guardians of the Shiba, Koganehiko and Shiroganehiko, shall brook no insult!"
...They're wearing sailor uniforms. You can't think of them any other way. Those hats- the neckerchiefs- the thigh length jackets-
"Nice to meet you. I'm Ichigo Kurosaki, and I was hoping to talk to Kukaku Shiba?"
"I can't imagine a student at the soul reapers' academy would have anything to say to the clan head, unless you're here to buy fireworks." The man says. You're not sure if he's Koganehiko or Shiroganehiko. He didn't say.
"I really do just want to talk." You say, and then pull a bottle of wine that cost half of your weekly student stipend out of your surprisingly deep and convenient pockets. "I was told that I should bring a gift?"
Seconds later you've been whisked past the giant arm gate, frisked for hidden weapons, relieved of your liqueur, and deposited on a cushion in front of a woman wearing approximately half a red shirt. Her right arm is missing from midway to the elbow down, and a white scarf covers most of her head. Tufts of unruly black hair poke out between the layers. Her skirt is gathered halfway up her thighs, despite its generous length, by the way she sits with one leg cocked up.
The wine you brought as a gift is in her hands, open. "Come in, come in. The least I can do is hear what you have to say before I kick you out on your ass, soul reaper." She says with a leering grin. "Though you've got good taste in wine. How'd you pick it?"
"I asked a friend." You say, having never seriously drank before.
"Have a cup?"
"I'd rather just talk." You say, after eying the sword on the Shiba clan head's back. "I've got a few questions about the Shiba clan."
"I live in the middle of bumfuck nowhere because I don't like crowds. There are only four noble clans because I told central forty-six where they could shove everything they preached about honor, after soul reaper loyalty got Kaien killed fighting a hollow he had no business trying to cleanse alone. Yes, my other brother probably did do whatever you're going to accuse him of, but if you try to make something of it I'll shoot you out of my cannon." She pours another cup of wine, but then thinks better of it and drinks what was left in the bottle instead. "Any other questions?"
Kaien. You don't know that name, and file it away for later. "What do you know about Isshin Shiba?"
Kukaku stares at you for a few seconds before she shrugs. "...Now there's a name I thought I wouldn't hear again. I think he was my uncle? He was a captain, tenth division, until he got himself killed on a mission to Naruki pretty recently. It had to be in the past thirty years. Maybe even sixteen years ago?"
And then she looks at you. She actually looks at you. "How recently did you die, kid?"
"Less than three weeks ago." You say. "Before that I lived in Karakura town. That's pretty close to Naruki, and I'm fifteen."
Kukaku roars in laughter. "Bwa! Hahahaha!" She slaps the floor with her open palm for emphasis. "You're trying to tell me that you're a member of my family, kid? Well maybe I believe you're not stupid enough to lie to my face." When she looks at you, there isn't a pressure in the air, but you do feel a chill go down your neck. "So why, exactly, did a respected captain of... no, never mind. If you're that slacker's kid he wouldn't have told you. Still, this is rotten timing."
"Why?"
"If you'd come here a week earlier then I'd have been able to ask a friend if you were lying... she's slick, but there's a difference between not bringing something up and lying to my face." Her eyes flick over to you, and then back to the wall. "And you're not lying, but you could be wrong. 'M not sure if I want you to be right. Isshin deserting would be... that would be different."
From what you've picked up news that your dad deserted from the Gotai Thirteen would be, to put it lightly, a big deal. But you're not sure what you're supposed to do now. "I kind of hoped you'd be able to tell me that there was no way it was possible." You say with a grimace.
"Yeah, well. Welcome to real life, kid. It happens whether you're ready or not." Kukaku gives you a lopsided grin, and rises smoothly to her feet in a way that proves her alcohol tolerance is something more than mortal. "Whatd'you want anyway -a big happy family reunion?"
You think about that for a bit, mouth pressed into a thin line. "I guess I could get to know you better, but mostly I was just curious. I'm too busy training to take the trek out here too often, though."
"You've got six years. Live a little." The older woman says.
"I've got one year." You refute. "I'm going to graduate in one year, and I'll take whichever squad can get me a patrol to Karakura the fastest."
"You got a girl in the living world?"
"My sisters."
That wipes the knowing look off Kukaku's face. "Bad timing." She repeats again, and then hesitates.
"Do you have a way to talk to the human world, to get there?" You ask. "You mentioned that you have a friend who could have checked!"
Your relative screws up her face. "Yeah, but... I've got sympathy, Ichigo, but I'm not going to risk something on faith. I don't know you, and I don't know if I can trust you, even if your story sounds right and you do look like family. You understand, right?"
As much as it hurts to admit it, you do. "Yeah. I get it, but there has to be way to prove that my Isshin is the man you knew, one way or the other, like a magic family record or something."
"GRAAAAH!" Kukaku rounds on her heel and slams her fist into the wall. The whole house shakes on its foundation with the power behind her blow, and when she turns around to face you across the room again, it's to level a finger your way. "Fine. Here's the deal, kid. Zanpakuto are pretty similar in direct family lines. It doesn't show up in Soul Society that often because of all the adoption and the people reincarnating as spirits after getting killed in the living world, but it happens. If you're Isshin's kid, then you'll have a similar shikai to him. So here's my condition! I'll get a message into the living world for you... if your shikai is similar enough to Isshin's that I'm convinced you're his son."
"I won't let you go back on this deal." You promise. "I've just got two questions."
"Ask." Kukaku answers.
"What's a shikai, and how do you get it?" You ask.
Kukaku grins, and it's not a nice smile. "It's your zanpakuto's first special power. And you get it by bonding with your sword. I'll help you with that myself, if you want, because you've got guts."
You get the impression that taking Kukaku's offer might be hazardous to your health, if her training is anything like your dad's. On the other hand, can you afford to say no?
[] You'll unlock shikai some other way.
-[] Ask Takako if she knows anything.
-[] Try the meditation thing.
[] Accept Kukaku's offer of help.
-[] Train with her once a week.
-[] Stay with her until it works.
-[41] Takako might know somebody appropriate.
-[15] Somebody from the tenth division.
-[6] Maybe that captain, Gin?
[35] You'll hold off until you can talk to your dad directly.
After one of your classes you ask Takako if she'd mind a word. Strangely enough, actually getting over yourself an asking for help is the hardest part of the whole process. Once you actually explain, in careful words, that you'd like to know who you can talk to about the Shiba clan, it only takes her a few seconds to come up with the best person.
You ignore that she spent several seconds scrutinizing you with a disgruntled expression on her face before answering. You wear one similar to it most of the time. Complaining would be kind of stupid.
It turns out that academy students are permitted to return to the outer districts as long as it doesn't interfere with their studies, so on your second Sunday since enrolling you travel out the west gate. "Follow the road past where the city ends, and I'll know it when I see it. What kind of directions are those?"
You uniform scares off the various street toughs, pickpockets, and beggars that grow in number as you get out of the well-to-do areas and into the seedier districts, or maybe it's your giant zanpakuto? Either way you get your space, no matter how crowded the streets get. For a little while it's almost like being back home, surrounded by people bustling this way and that, but you leave that far behind for slums and shacks left to rot.
And then you leave that, too, behind.
The ground makes slight hills, and as you crest one you look down to see what is, undoubtedly, the house that you were told you couldn't miss.
Takako was right.
It looks normal, if old-fashioned, until you realize that there isn't a torii gate over the entry path, but a pair of giant fists. Two... giant fists. The evidence that the Shibas are related to your father is mounting. They're fist bumping each other, or flexing. It's impossible to tell which.
"Ho! Who goes there!" A muscular man wearing a funny-looking outfit hails you as he approaches from the house. "Be warned that the guardians of the Shiba, Koganehiko and Shiroganehiko, shall brook no insult!"
...They're wearing sailor uniforms. You can't think of them any other way. Those hats- the neckerchiefs- the thigh length jackets-
"Nice to meet you. I'm Ichigo Kurosaki, and I was hoping to talk to Kukaku Shiba?"
"I can't imagine a student at the soul reapers' academy would have anything to say to the clan head, unless you're here to buy fireworks." The man says. You're not sure if he's Koganehiko or Shiroganehiko. He didn't say.
"I really do just want to talk." You say, and then pull a bottle of wine that cost half of your weekly student stipend out of your surprisingly deep and convenient pockets. "I was told that I should bring a gift?"
Seconds later you've been whisked past the giant arm gate, frisked for hidden weapons, relieved of your liqueur, and deposited on a cushion in front of a woman wearing approximately half a red shirt. Her right arm is missing from midway to the elbow down, and a white scarf covers most of her head. Tufts of unruly black hair poke out between the layers. Her skirt is gathered halfway up her thighs, despite its generous length, by the way she sits with one leg cocked up.
The wine you brought as a gift is in her hands, open. "Come in, come in. The least I can do is hear what you have to say before I kick you out on your ass, soul reaper." She says with a leering grin. "Though you've got good taste in wine. How'd you pick it?"
"I asked a friend." You say, having never seriously drank before.
"Have a cup?"
"I'd rather just talk." You say, after eying the sword on the Shiba clan head's back. "I've got a few questions about the Shiba clan."
"I live in the middle of bumfuck nowhere because I don't like crowds. There are only four noble clans because I told central forty-six where they could shove everything they preached about honor, after soul reaper loyalty got Kaien killed fighting a hollow he had no business trying to cleanse alone. Yes, my other brother probably did do whatever you're going to accuse him of, but if you try to make something of it I'll shoot you out of my cannon." She pours another cup of wine, but then thinks better of it and drinks what was left in the bottle instead. "Any other questions?"
Kaien. You don't know that name, and file it away for later. "What do you know about Isshin Shiba?"
Kukaku stares at you for a few seconds before she shrugs. "...Now there's a name I thought I wouldn't hear again. I think he was my uncle? He was a captain, tenth division, until he got himself killed on a mission to Naruki pretty recently. It had to be in the past thirty years. Maybe even sixteen years ago?"
And then she looks at you. She actually looks at you. "How recently did you die, kid?"
"Less than three weeks ago." You say. "Before that I lived in Karakura town. That's pretty close to Naruki, and I'm fifteen."
Kukaku roars in laughter. "Bwa! Hahahaha!" She slaps the floor with her open palm for emphasis. "You're trying to tell me that you're a member of my family, kid? Well maybe I believe you're not stupid enough to lie to my face." When she looks at you, there isn't a pressure in the air, but you do feel a chill go down your neck. "So why, exactly, did a respected captain of... no, never mind. If you're that slacker's kid he wouldn't have told you. Still, this is rotten timing."
"Why?"
"If you'd come here a week earlier then I'd have been able to ask a friend if you were lying... she's slick, but there's a difference between not bringing something up and lying to my face." Her eyes flick over to you, and then back to the wall. "And you're not lying, but you could be wrong. 'M not sure if I want you to be right. Isshin deserting would be... that would be different."
From what you've picked up news that your dad deserted from the Gotai Thirteen would be, to put it lightly, a big deal. But you're not sure what you're supposed to do now. "I kind of hoped you'd be able to tell me that there was no way it was possible." You say with a grimace.
"Yeah, well. Welcome to real life, kid. It happens whether you're ready or not." Kukaku gives you a lopsided grin, and rises smoothly to her feet in a way that proves her alcohol tolerance is something more than mortal. "Whatd'you want anyway -a big happy family reunion?"
You think about that for a bit, mouth pressed into a thin line. "I guess I could get to know you better, but mostly I was just curious. I'm too busy training to take the trek out here too often, though."
"You've got six years. Live a little." The older woman says.
"I've got one year." You refute. "I'm going to graduate in one year, and I'll take whichever squad can get me a patrol to Karakura the fastest."
"You got a girl in the living world?"
"My sisters."
That wipes the knowing look off Kukaku's face. "Bad timing." She repeats again, and then hesitates.
"Do you have a way to talk to the human world, to get there?" You ask. "You mentioned that you have a friend who could have checked!"
Your relative screws up her face. "Yeah, but... I've got sympathy, Ichigo, but I'm not going to risk something on faith. I don't know you, and I don't know if I can trust you, even if your story sounds right and you do look like family. You understand, right?"
As much as it hurts to admit it, you do. "Yeah. I get it, but there has to be way to prove that my Isshin is the man you knew, one way or the other, like a magic family record or something."
"GRAAAAH!" Kukaku rounds on her heel and slams her fist into the wall. The whole house shakes on its foundation with the power behind her blow, and when she turns around to face you across the room again, it's to level a finger your way. "Fine. Here's the deal, kid. Zanpakuto are pretty similar in direct family lines. It doesn't show up in Soul Society that often because of all the adoption and the people reincarnating as spirits after getting killed in the living world, but it happens. If you're Isshin's kid, then you'll have a similar shikai to him. So here's my condition! I'll get a message into the living world for you... if your shikai is similar enough to Isshin's that I'm convinced you're his son."
"I won't let you go back on this deal." You promise. "I've just got two questions."
"Ask." Kukaku answers.
"What's a shikai, and how do you get it?" You ask.
Kukaku grins, and it's not a nice smile. "It's your zanpakuto's first special power. And you get it by bonding with your sword. I'll help you with that myself, if you want, because you've got guts."
You get the impression that taking Kukaku's offer might be hazardous to your health, if her training is anything like your dad's. On the other hand, can you afford to say no?
[] You'll unlock shikai some other way.
-[] Ask Takako if she knows anything.
-[] Try the meditation thing.
[] Accept Kukaku's offer of help.
-[] Train with her once a week.
-[] Stay with her until it works.
Nix's Warden
Welcome to Hades
- Location
- United States
[X] Accept Kukaku's offer of help.
-[X] Train with her once a week.
-[X] Train with her once a week.
- Location
- Voidbetweenstars
[X] Accept Kukaku's offer of help.
-[X] Train with her once a week.
-[X] Train with her once a week.
ADeshantis
King on the Chromium Throne
- Location
- United states
[X] Accept Kukaku's offer of help.
-[X] Train with her once a week.
-[X] Train with her once a week.
