Chapter 4: Enter Nanami
Ah, right, I had almost forgotten about this. I kind of wish I had forgotten about it.
Kurosaki Ayumi wore a fond, if strained, smile as she walked into the living room of her childhood home. On the television, a certain 'lovable idiot' was doing his trademark laugh. And, because her family was more silly than she'd like to admit, her father and baby sister were doing the same.
She
still wasn't sure how much Isshin was playing that up for the sake of the joke. The man damn well knew better, although without his powers he might not actually know what Kanonji was up to. She could easily imagine him slipping into Captain Shiba Mode if he did. Her father was an idiot, but he was still a Shinigami, in the end.
For the moment, though...
"BWAHAHAHA!" Kurosaki Isshin and Kurosaki Yuzu cried out, with identical silly grins, as they watched the tv.
Ayumi rolled her eyes fondly, as she raised a lazy hand to fistbump Karin. "So, about as obsessed as ever?"
"When are they ever
not obsessed with the newest trend?" The dry delivery was classic Karin, as the 'mini Ayumi' rolled her own eyes. "By the way, Ayumi-nee, do you know where Rukia dragged Ichigo off to?"
"Nooooo...?" Ayumi wasn't lying, as she grabbed some leftover rice.
Although, I can make a pretty good guess. Probably a Hollow.
Karin looked at her, suspiciously, before shrugging. "Ah, whatever. I should probably get my homework done."
"Need any help?" That question was expected, since Ayumi had always made sure her siblings were good on their school work.
For her part, Karin gave a bemused frown. "Honestly, Ayumi-nee, I can do my own work now. I don't need you holding my hand anymore."
Proving that she
was her father's daughter, no matter how she might deny inheriting the silliness, Ayumi held a hand to her heart. She even put on a fake pout, which only served to make Karin
heartily roll her eyes.
"I guess you don't need my help anymore." Ayumi held the pout for a few seconds...before letting it fade into a proud smile. She reached over and ruffled Karin's hair, ignoring her sister swatting at her hand. "Really, though, I'm always here if you need my help. You can even call me at school if you need to."
For all that she rolled her eyes, Karin let a small smile cross her lips. "I know
that." The eleven year old hopped to her feet, and gave Ayumi a quick hug. "I'll get that done now. Let me know when short stuff brings Ichigo back, yeah?"
Ayumi snorted, "Not sure you have any room to talk there, Karin."
"
I'm eleven. She's ancient. I think I'm allowed to joke about her being my size." Karin was certainly smirking now, as she left for her room to get away from the guffawing television.
It was never going to
stop being weird, was it? Her sisters knowing everything, that is. Intellectually, she knew they were fully aware about Hollows and Shinigami. Not about their father, obviously, but just about everything else.
On the one hand, she wasn't complaining about one less lie.
On the other hand, Ayumi couldn't help but sigh as she sat down in the vacant seat. Her sisters were better prepared, now, but they were also far too young to be worrying about something like this. She vastly preferred watching Yuzu geek out over Kanonji, to imagining them facing down a Hollow. Well, at least they knew when to run.
Besides! She had better things to do, like teasing Ichigo and Rukia.
"We're back!" And speak of the devil, there was Ichigo right now.
As he walked into the living area, Ayumi's brother looked...tired. Tired but pleased, as he caught her eye. Warm brown met vivid crimson, while Ichigo raised a hand in a wave. Beside him, Rukia looked perfectly fine. If a bit guilty, probably at her inability to fight.
At least she won't lose all her powers. Ayumi had convinced Urahara that his plan would never work, so Rukia was only in a gigai that kept her from
regaining her powers. It wasn't actively draining her.
She dearly wished that they could put a fake Hogyoku inside her, instead of the real one.
Really mess with Aizen's plans.
Alas, the clever bastard would never fall for that. Ayumi wasn't really sure how he figured out the Wish Orb was in Rukia to begin with. Expecting him to fall for a fake one, without knowing how he figured that out in the first place?
Yeah. As risky as this all was, it was still the best plan they had. In any case...
"Guess you moved back in, Ayumi?" Ichigo sent her a small smile, as he wearily plopped into his usual chair.
Ayumi passed him some food with a nod, "Yup! What, did you think I was going to stay in a hotel while I'm home?"
"Not really." Her brother shrugged, before digging into his food with the energy of a starving man.
Ah, the appetite of a teenage boy. Ayumi was glad she hadn't had to worry about that. Nah, she just got the
fun of living through puberty twice. She wouldn't wish that on her worst enemy.
"Anyway," the dark-haired woman turned her gaze on Rukia, who was watching Ichigo with a fondly bemused expression. "Guessing you were hunting Hollows?"
Rukia flinched, a little, clearly still getting used to Ayumi's red-eyed gaze. "Yes. I...can't handle them on my own, so I guide Ichigo to where my
Denreishinki picks up Hollows."
Ichigo nodded along, stopping his inhalation of dinner for a moment, "I swear, we never get a break, either. Hollows keep showing up as fast as we can kill them." He sent a steady look at his sister, a little scowl alighting upon his lips. "Why aren't you out there, nee-san? You can fight Hollows better than I can."
Ayumi shrugged and gave her brother a small smile. She actually appreciated him fighting down his overprotective instincts to let her do her thing.
"True enough.
But, now that Rukia's here, Karakura has a specifically assigned Shinigami." Ayumi waved in Rukia's direction, the Shinigami in question blushing a little "If I go out and hunt every Hollow I sense, don't you think Soul Society miiiiight start asking questions?"
Ichigo's scowl deepened, and he turned to look at Rukia. Who sighed softly, and shook her head before saying, "Your sister is correct, Ichigo. When we receive a Hollow alert and dispatch the target, I have to report to Soul Society so they're aware of what happened. If Hollows start appearing and vanishing without any report..."
"...they'll want to know what's going on." Ichigo finished, leaning back in his chair with an annoyed look. "How come that
wasn't an issue before Rukia showed up?"
It was a fair question. Ayumi couldn't blame her brother for asking it, either. That said, explaining the internal politics of the Soul Society would take
way longer than she had. And it wasn't really relevant right now anyway.
So, instead, she simply said, "Hollows showing up and vanishing isn't anything new. When Rukia wasn't here, they probably just assumed anything I killed just left after a hunt."
Rukia nodded along, "Most likely. I confess that I'm nowhere near a high enough rank to have records like that, but it makes sense." She sent a sharp look at Ayumi, proving that- unnerved or not -she was still a military officer of a sort. "While we're on the topic, however, I have a question. When you kill a Hollow, is it purified, Ayumi?"
I guess she doesn't want to be on 'full name basis' and calling me 'Kurosaki' would probably be weird with Ichigo right there. Ayumi smiled at Rukia using her first name, before sobering up. A serious frown taking shape, as she nodded at the petite Shinigami. "I had Urahara check that before I ever hunted a Hollow. My sword isn't a Zanpakuto, but it does purify like one."
And wasn't she thankful for that, indeed.
Urahara wasn't even sure how it worked, but it did. If it hadn't, Ayumi would never,
ever have killed Grand Fisher like she had. If her powers destroyed souls like a Quincy, or absorbed them like a Hollow, she wouldn't have finished the job like that. It would have meant killing her Mother, in a true and final sense.
No reincarnation, no Soul Society, just an end to her existence.
Might be whatever I inherited from Dad mixing with my own powers. It's the best guess I have, right now.
Rukia's mouth was a thin line, yet she nodded. "I suppose that makes sense. You haven't given me the impression you're as hard-headedly reckless as your brother."
"Oi! What's that supposed to mean?" Ichigo snapped, food forgotten as he just about hopped up to slam his head into Rukia's.
Ayumi put a hand on his shoulder, which stopped that, as her red-eyed gaze shifted to the living room. Isshin returned her look, a hint of seriousness in his eyes, before he grinned his goofy grin and let out another hearty 'bwahahaha'.
Yuzu had never turned away from the TV in the first place, fully engrossed in the silly idiot on the screen.
"...by which I mean that you don't seem the type to not be careful with your powers, Ayumi." Rukia sent a dry look at Ichigo.
He simply scowled and sat back down, grumbling, 'I'm not that bad, damnit' under his breath.
"I appreciate your confidence in me, although you haven't seen me spar with Urahara yet." Ayumi smiled at Rukia, glad that the Kuchiki girl trusted her.
Ichigo, meanwhile, shifted from a scowl to a frown, "Which reminds me, nee-san, when are you going to show me that? I still don't buy that Hat'n'Clogs is
that good."
At that question, both Ayumi and Rukia shared a look. Ayumi for obvious reasons, and Rukia because she had picked up on Urahara being more than he let on. Ayumi still doubted Rukia knew
who he was, though, simply because that was before her time.
In any case, it did bring up something Ayumi had forgotten. "You know, on the topic of Urahara, I have a couple things to talk to him about." She climbed to her feet, and gamely ignored the scowl on Ichigo's face. "Relax, my dear little brother. I'll be back soon."
"Who said I wasn't relaxed?" Ichigo grumbled.
Rukia actually
smirked, as she countered with, "The scowl on your face did."
The two launched into one of their legendary, to Ayumi, bickering fits. All the while, the other Kurosaki family members went about their night. It was a normal night for this family, in a lot of ways.
Ayumi sometimes wondered how she had ever lived without it.
When she stood beside Urahara, looking down on her Summoned Sword an hour later, the eldest Kurosaki child frowned.
"I don't get it. I'm
certain I had it, when I fought Grand Fisher. But nothing's changed since then!" She didn't pout, not at all, but she did frown. She couldn't help it, as the blue broadsword stubbornly remained just that.
A ghostly blue broadsword.
Not the elegant silver katana that she
knew her powers could summon. That she had used to finish off Grand Fisher, when her anger and rage had slipped her ironclad control. She hid it well, but her temper could be every bit as bad as Ichigo's. Worse, even, when she really let her dark side out.
It scares me, sometimes. Ayumi reflected, before shaking her head. Exactly how much influence her Demon side held was a question for later.
"I'll admit I still don't fully understand your powers," Urahara held his hand out, allowing Ayumi to place the sword in his hand.
It was
much more fitting to his size, now, than it had been when she was a child. Urahara still looked wrong, somehow, holding the Demonic blade. He could wield it as well, or better, than Ayumi. Yet it still seemed off, likely because he was a Shinigami, not a Demon.
"However," the man continued, swinging the blade experimentally. His lips pursed, as his gray eyes clinically examined her blade. "It might be something similar to Shikai. Not in the sense that your powers are sealed, inside this sword, but in the sense that you have to unlock your true abilities."
That prompted Ayumi to give her best imitation of her brother's scowl, "Damn. I wouldn't have the first idea how to do that, either."
She really hoped it didn't involve being stabbed repeatedly. That was how Dante unlocked his Devil Trigger and that was a barrel of worms she didn't want to touch. Both the stabbing part and the transformation as well.
"Neither do I, but that's the fun in it!" Urahara practically
chirped, and Ayumi stared at him with a flat expression. "What? Did I say something?"
"The implication of experiments was there." Ayumi's response was dry, though her lips pricked into a small smile at the corners when Urahara held a hand over his heart.
The man could pull off a pout better than her baby sisters. And that was one of the great mysteries of Urahara Kisuke.
The pout faded quickly, however, as Urahara handed her the Summoned Sword, "Regardless, the best thing I can suggest is continued training. Clearly you
have the power, and that curious blade, but you need to unlock it." A serious look overtook his face, while he continued with, "Anger seems to be a powerful trigger, but I wouldn't recommend pursuing that route. Anger in battle only leads to mistakes."
The serious look even reached his eyes. That was enough to make Ayumi return it, because Urahara rarely let himself look that serious. Any time he wore that look, it was time to sit up, shut up, and
listen. Because this was Captain Urahara, the smartest man in Soul Society. Arguably the most dangerous, as well, even if he didn't have the raw power of Yamamoto or the broken abilities of Aizen.
Then again, his Bankai might well be the most dangerous one out there.
"I understand that you can heal from nearly any wound you could conceivably receive. That's no excuse for making mistakes like that, especially when we still don't know the exact limits of your powers." The scientists word were spoken with complete conviction.
Ayumi nodded, with a small little sigh thrown in for good measure. Yeah, that tracked. "Don't worry, Urahara. I'm not about to do something that stupid."
"Of course not. From what you've told me, your brother is the hard-headed one." And the smile was back, the serious moment ended, with Ayumi resisting the urge to flick the scientist.
Situation normal.
"Well, I guess I'll just get back to training then." Ayumi dispelled the sword and shrugged at her...friend. Yeah. They were friends, she supposed.
They had stopped being 'acquaintances' or 'partners' or 'colleagues' a long time ago. She was fully aware that Urahara probably saw her as a particularly precocious niece, too.
"You aren't interested in training right now?" Urahara almost looked disappointed, when he said that.
Which
also tracked, because the man was more like his Zanpakuto than he let on. Benihime was, if nothing else, a blade that thrived in blood and combat. And the ex-Captain quite liked testing himself against Ayumi's powers. Both from a scientific desire to understand them...
...and simply because she gave him an outlet for his combat desires. While helping him 'knock the rust off' as much as someone her level could.
"No offense, Urahara, but I
did promise Ichigo I'd head back home soon." Ayumi enjoyed the spars too, but she didn't really feel like being stabbed today. "Besides, I think he wants to see us spar in person. He doesn't believe you're as good as I said you are."
A dangerous glint appeared in Urahara's eyes. Ayumi pitied her brother, when the time came for the ex-Captain to take over his training. Ichigo was not going to have a fun time, even if it
was necessary to prepare him for the future. As Ayumi constantly told herself, every time she thought about her brother's future pain.
"I suppose we will have to educate your brother, when the time comes. I look forward to that." Urahara's dangerous glint remained, over a shark-toothed grin.
Oh, Ichigo, you have no idea what you've just awoken. No idea at all. Then again, Ayumi had pointed Ichigo at Urahara anyway. When she mentioned the whole 'stabbed in the gut' thing.
Soooooo, well, she was probably to blame a bit as well.
"Don't beat him up too badly, Urahara." Ayumi gave the scientist a stink-eye, raising an eyebrow at his grin. "Remember, if you stab him, it actually sticks."
"Details. Do you think I don't know how to train someone without high-speed regeneration?" Urahara let the grin fade, replaced by deep chuckles.
Ayumi rolled her eyes, "I
know that you can. My point remains."
"Noted, my dear student." With a bow and a wave, Urahara gestured out of his shop. "Run along, then. Give my regards to your brother. And do be sure to keep him working on his Zanpakuto. I want to see how that develops."
You and me both, Urahara. You and me both.
"I'll make sure he does. Yoruichi having any luck on yoinking an Asauchi?" Ayumi brushed her skirt down, and got ready to leave.
Urahara simply shrugged, in response to her question, "As yet, no. I'm not sure how they were treated in
your world, but those swords are tightly regulated. They all come from the Zero Division and are tracked very, very carefully."
Well, Ayumi couldn't say she was surprised. If there was only one source of those blades, it stood to reason that they would be monitored closely. Especially if the Zero Division got twitchy when something went missing. Wacky Afro Man seemed the type to be
displeased if one of his babies was lost without good reason.
Oh well. She knew that Ichigo could manage, just fine, with a fake blade generated by his latent Quincy abilities. It still would have been better if they could get him a
real sword, sooner rather than later.
"I'll be sure to inform you when she
does find one, Ayumi." Urahara walked up to her, joining Ayumi as she left the shop.
They both stepped out into the cool night air, looking up to the sky. There wasn't anything to see, aside from the moon and stars. It was a quiet night, and there was no odd feeling in the air. The night was...peaceful. Nice.
Ayumi turned to Urahara, and gave him a small smile. It even reached her red eyes, too. "Well, I'll see you later. Should I expect the kids to 'drag' you to that idiot's show?"
The ex-Captain stared at her, innocently pulling out his fan. He fanned himself with it, doing very little to hide his grin, "Am I not allowed to enjoy a good performance, Ayumi?"
"You and I both know what that man is actually doing." Ayumi rolled her eyes at him, giving in to the urge to flick his head.
Of course, since this was Urahara and she was
nowhere near his level, the man simply leaned back. And her flick missed entirely.
Naturally.
"All joking aside," Urahara laughed at her expense, keeping his fan over his face. "We will be there, yes. The kids
do enjoy his show, much as Jinta would deny it. And I'm curious to see how your brother will handle the situation."
Ayumi didn't bother asking if Urahara expected her to handle it. Ichigo needed experience. And, for better or worse, this was good practice. It wasn't a particularly dangerous Hollow, it let him get some combat training in, and would ultimately not hurt anyone.
She was protective towards her brother. Overprotective, even.
But, sometimes, Ayumi knew she had to step back and let Ichigo
breathe. Let him fight his own battles.
"Doesn't mean I have to like it." She muttered under her breath. Urahara, damn him, sent her a pitying look. She ignored it. "Right, I'm off then. Say hi to the kids and Tessai for me, okay?"
Urahara snapped his fan shut and gave her a jaunty wave, "Will do!"
Waving back over her shoulder, Ayumi left the shop behind and set off for home. She was looking forward to a nice shower, and sleeping in her own bed for once. There really was nothing like coming back home, after months at university.
Even with her brother and father constantly butting heads.
The Next Morning
"GOOOOOOOOD MOOOOORNING ICHIGAH-"
Ayumi opened her eyes, red orbs unfocused and bleary. The young woman sat up in her bed, her black hair rolling over her shoulders. She tiredly brought a hand up to brush that bed hair aside, lingering for only a moment on the white streak over her eye.
Her head slowly swiveled, past her bedroom door, towards the window. The window her father was currently clinging to, like his life depended on it. He had a nasty welt on his head, though Ayumi knew it would vanish in short order. Always did.
"What kind of father attacks his son after a late night!" Ichigo's bellow came from the next room over. Nothing new
there either.
If anything, as she rubbed sleep from her eyes and threw her blankets off, Ayumi was more impressed at her father for grabbing her window. Ichigo probably threw him out of his room, after all.
"Dad, you really need to pick better times to ambush Ichigo." Ayumi got out, past a deep yawn, as she walked over to her window. Her nightdress shifted over her shoulders, when she pulled it open.
Her father had crocodile tears aplenty, as he fell into the room. And bear-hugged his eldest daughter, sobbing all the while, "My dear Ayumi! You love your father so much more than your cruel brother, you know that?"
"I heard that!" Ichigo shouted back, through two open windows.
"You were meant to, my harsh son!" Isshin shot back, the crocodile tears fading as soon as they came.
Ayumi just sleepily accepted the hug for the over-performance it was. She was very, very used to this. She'd even missed it, a little, if she were asked to admit it.
"As funny as this is, Dad, can you let me go? I kinda need to get dressed." Ayumi pried herself from her father's grip, giggling at his pouty face. "Come on, you're asking for it when you attack Ichigo like that."
"He needs to be ready for anything!" Isshin puffed his chest out, the image rather ruined by the t-shirt and sweats he wore. Certainly not fitting the image of an exiled Shinigami Captain.
Other than his face, anyway, which dipped into 'Captain Shiba' mode, as Ayumi called it. She was the only one he ever showed that to, since she was the only one in their family who knew his secret.
Or, rather, the fact he knew Urahara and about Hollows. He never had told her about his past, and she'd never asked. They had a bit of an understanding. Both knew they were keeping secrets from each other, and both silently agreed to share those secrets when they were ready. It was how their relationship worked.
"Yeah, yeah," Ayumi just waved a lazy hand, which prompted her father to drop the serious look. "Just be more careful with the Kurosaki Love Kick or whatever you're calling it now. I
do need my beauty sleep."
Isshin instantly returned to his trademark goofy grin, at that, "You're beautiful no matter how you look, Ayumi." His grin widened, as she blushed the same shade as her eyes. "Now, that aside, when are you planning on bringing a good-"
Without missing a beat, Ayumi opened her door, pushed her father out, and shut it in his laughing face. "Not answering that question, Dad."
Embarrassing as he is, I did miss that. Ayumi mused, as she ran a hand through her unruly hair to bring it to some semblance of 'controlled'. "Right, what are you going to do today, Ayumi...?"
Ichigo and her sisters had school. Which meant Rukia would be 'going to school' as well. Her father would probably be working, and while she
could go bug Urahara, she kind of wanted a break. This was the last time her life would be peaceful, for the foreseeable future, after all.
Hmmm. Ayumi opened her door, bundled dress in her arms, and set out for the bathroom.
Maybe a mall trip was in order. Might as well enjoy that while she could. It wasn't like the Soul Society had malls, and she was planning on spending a lot of time there in the future.
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After freshening up and saying her goodbyes to her family, Ayumi found herself at Karakura's largest mall. She hadn't been expecting much to change, in the relatively short time she was gone, but it was...almost disappointing in a way.
Nothing had really changed at all.
That was nice, she supposed. Too much change wasn't necessarily a good thing. It did, however, mean she had very little to
do. Arguably her own fault, that.
I don't have any friends I can call up to talk to. My own choice, yeah, but it does make things a bit boring.
Oh well, Ayumi could find things to do. Like sit at a table, eating food that would have Yuzu pouting at her over how unhealthy and greasy it was. If there was any advantage to her powers and intense training regimen, it was the fact she could eat whatever she wanted. Ayumi didn't have to watch her weight like most women her age did.
Too bad she didn't have anyone to show that off to.
"Ah well. I guess I can at least pick up some presents while I'm here." Ayumi's eyes shifted from her food, to the pile of packages next to her.
She wasn't exactly
loaded or anything, but her father gave her a good allowance. Kisuke also paid her for 'working at the shop', although the man was an unrepentant cheapskate. She got more in allowance than in 'pay'. Still, between the two, she had enough.
Most of those packages were dresses for Rukia, so she didn't have to borrow Yuzu's clothing. As amusing as it was, that the tiny Shinigami could wear her eleven year old sister's clothes.
Hmm, I wonder what they're up to. Ayumi leaned back in her chair, idly sipping a soda. Her eyes moved to the ceiling of the mall, as if it could give her any answers.
That idiot is tonight, I think. Which means Uryu will make his move soon. I can't think of anything else between now and then...
As if fate were conspiring against her, in that regard, Ayumi stiffened in her seat.
Her gaze snapped to the exit of the mall. The average people walking back and forth were the same. Not one of them showed a sign of noticing anything off. As if nothing had changed at all, and they were simply continuing on as ever.
She could sense what had changed.
A new power on the edge of her senses, making no effort to hide. A power that was probably a bit above Ichigo's current level. Not by a huge amount, but enough. A Third Seat? She wouldn't know.
What Ayumi
did know, is that this meant Soul Society was showing an interest they shouldn't be. Was it because of that one guy?
And if she could sense the power, it was a given that everyone from Urahara, to Uryu to Rukia could. Probably not her hard-headed brother, but that didn't mean much.
Other than the fact that Rukia won't tell him about it, and will probably go charging off on her own. I need to head this off at the pass.
Ayumi gathered up her presents, sending a regretful look at her half-finished meal. Before she shook her head and set out of the mall.
The moment she was in an alley next to it, the young woman vanished in a flash of purest blue.
Meanwhile
Exiting the Senkaimon, Shimizu Nanami frowned lightly. She sucked in a deep breath through her nose, and exhaled.
"The World of the Living." Her voice carried easily through the air, lost to the wind rushing past her long blonde hair. "It always does feel different..."
The very air felt distinctly
off. To someone who had spent centuries in the Soul Society, the air would always seem different. The ambient
reishi was nowhere near the same. There was barely any of that in the World of the Living.
Not to mention the sensation of being surrounded was gone. You couldn't take a step in the Seireitei without sensing power all around you. With thousands upon thousands of Shinigami roaming about, it wasn't really surprising.
In the World of the Living, that's gone. There's never more than one Shinigami per assigned area, barring some truly unusual circumstances. And spiritually aware humans are incredibly rare.
Nanami shook her head. Differences aside, she wasn't technically here on a sightseeing jaunt. Her Captain had joked about it being a break- and maybe it was, from the 3rd Seats -but she still had a job to do. As such, the woman reached into her uniform and pulled out the scroll. It felt heavy in her hands, as she unfurled it.
'Nanami,
I need you to do a favor. Find Rukia and ask her some questions. I have received a concerning report from the Stealth Force. The report claims that Rukia transferred her powers to a human boy. While I was told she did it to save the boy's family, this remains a serious accusation..."
The 4th Seat sucked in a deep breath, before a scowl overtook her features. "Giving her powers to a human boy. Kuchiki, you know exactly what that meant."
Nothing good, for sure. That was one of the few laws that even a Noble couldn't escape consequences for, which spoke to how seriously it was taken. Almost anything else, up to and including having an affair with a human, could be written off as 'noble privileges'. Not this.
"
...if this should be true, I want to get ahead of the pass. Rukia does not deserve the ridicule and punishment that would entail. Especially if she acted in the interest of protecting a human family.
I would also like to know more about the boy, himself. He resembles Kaien to an uncomfortable extent, save for bright orange hair. That cannot be a coincidence. I would already insist on meeting him, after the...failure that was the first Substitute Shinigami. His resemblance to Kaien only reinforces that."
Everyone in the 13th Division still mourned Lieutenant Shiba's death. Nanami was no exception, as she remembered his easy smiles and happy joking. She had been a Sixth Seat when he died, but he had never hesitated to talk with her like she was his equal. Few other officers were so easy to interact with.
Fewer still were the Nobles who not only deigned to lower themselves to talking with the masses, but did it without hesitation. Shiba Kaien had felt less like nobility and more like 'one of us'.
So who is this boy who resembles him? Lieutenant Shiba died far too young, and far too long ago, to have a human child. And I sincerely doubt he reincarnated so quickly...and the coincidence of meeting Kuchiki in his new life? I can't believe it.
With a firm shake of her head, blonde hair swaying in the breeze, Nanami read the final part of the message.
"
Furthermore, I would ask that you locate the boy's sister. The report claimed that she had spiritual powers of her own, unlike anything I have seen. Not Shinigami, not Quincy. There is something about her that I have never encountered, and I would like to know more.
I do not need to tell you how the Department of Research and Development would react. I want to meet this young woman before that should happen.
She has dark hair and red eyes. Unfortunately, beyond that, I do not know what she looks like.
Thank you, Nanami. And do be careful, for my sake."
Rolling the scroll back up, Nanmi placed it back in her uniform. Her face smoothed out, as she looked curiously down upon Karakura.
A Substitute Shinigami. A potentially rogue subordinate. And a human woman with powers that even her Captain, one of the oldest and most experienced alive, knew nothing about. This was not, even slightly, what she had expected that morning. It was also a sign of the trust Captain Ukitake had for her. He wouldn't have sent her, had he not trusted her.
It made Nanami happy, of course. It also made her realize the weight on her shoulders.
"I suppose I should begin looking for-" She began to speak, to herself, before stiffening in place.
Before she could so much as twitch, a blue sword was hovering before her. Pointing right between her eyes.
The woman's green gaze followed that sword, to see a dark-haired woman floating before her. In the woman's hand, a larger version of the same sword rested. Pointed down, for the moment, but in position where it could be brought up in a moment.
The more striking thing, somehow, was the angry red gaze staring at her. Unnatural red eyes, narrowed with clear hostility.
"Who are you?" The woman asked, standing upon a blue
reishi platform of some form. Her voice echoed over the wind, as her black hair swept over her shoulders.
Other than a streak of pure white, resting above that red gaze.
Nanami was very careful to
not reach for her blade, as she replied. Slowly and carefully. "Fourth Seat Shimizu Nanami of the 13th Division, of the Gotei 13."
Across from her, the woman blinked. Once. Twice.
And then her shoulders slumped, as she muttered something under her breath. The only thing Nanami caught was something about '
I've never heard of her before...'. She raised an eyebrow, in spite of the blade between her eyes.
A blade that remained in place, as the woman looked back up, "So! I guess Captain Ukitake sent you to check things out, then?"
"Yes." Nanami replied, continuing to remain still as a statue. "I was sent to locate Kuchiki Rukia, and the siblings she was seen with."
She sighed, ever so slightly, and smiled at the woman.
"It's safe to assume you're one of them, correct?"
The woman looked at Nanami, red eyes narrowed. And then, out of nowhere, the blade between the 4th Seat's eyes vanished. It was there one moment, and gone the next. The one in the woman's hand remained, though, as she brought her other hand up to brush her hair back. A sigh followed, as the woman let that hand fall.
Her gaze remained fixed on the 4th Seat, when she spoke once more. "Yeah. If Ukitake sent you, he already knows about me. I guess there's no harm in this..." She muttered something else under her breath, though this time Nanami couldn't hear it. "The name's Kurosaki Ayumi."
Kurosaki. Nanami filed that away for later. The name meant nothing to her, of course. The important part, for the moment, was that it wasn't Shiba.
And her first name is Ayumi. I'll need to make note of that for the Captain.
Nanami was admirably calm, all things considered, as the woman with strange powers stood across from her. The sword remained, as did the curious reishi platform. Yet, she sensed no ill intent from Kurosaki Ayumi. Nor any moves to attack. Perhaps she was simply investigating a strange power.
Presuming that she could sense reiatsu in the same way a Shinigami could. All evidence did point that way, considering how quickly she had arrived.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Kurosaki Ayumi." So, in the interest of maintaining the calm atmosphere, Nanami inclined her head. Nothing was lost by being polite, as her Captain would probably say. "Although, I'm afraid this isn't a casual visit. Would I be correct in assuming you know the location of Kuchiki Rukia?"
Kurosaki's eyes narrowed, but she made no move to re-summon that strange blade. "I do, but I'm not going to tell you. Not yet."
Nanami met her imposing crimson gaze, her green eyes searching for something. When she found it, the 4th Seat let out a soft sigh and cupped her chin. It was clear. Kurosaki cared for Kuchiki and was wary of any threats.
Understandable, perhaps. Even if the girl didn't know the extent of Kuchiki's crimes, she would be wary of a stranger wanting to find her.
Not that I'm a stranger to Kuchiki, really, but I understand the thought. Nanami chuckled a little, internally, before shaking her head. Her blonde hair shifted, as she held up her hands in a placating gesture. "I suppose that's fair. I am an unknown factor, after all."
Kurosaki sighed deeply, herself, and rolled her eyes. "From what I know of the Gotei, I doubt you're an unknown factor for Rukia." The young woman ran a hand through her hair, lingering for a moment on the curious white streak. Before letting out a soft grumble of frustration. "It's not that I don't trust you, or Captain Ukitake or anything like that. I just don't want to toss more problems at Rukia right now."
When she spoke those words, a fond smile crossed Kurosaki's face. And, for just a moment, Nanami thought she saw Lieutenant Shiba across from her. Allowing for the obvious gender differences, and the red eyes, the resemblance was striking.
She could easily believe this girl was a Shiba. Not Lieutenant Shiba's child, no, because he would never have had an affair. But
a Shiba? Certainly.
Kurosaki looked the part. And she certainly acted the part, as well, with her protectiveness of Kuchiki. Nothing mattered more to Shibas than family and friends. They would sooner die than betray someone they cared for.
It was enough to bring a melancholy smile to the 4th Seat's face.
Lieutenant Shiba would be proud of her, I think.
Still, that was for later.
"I am
also interested in meeting your brother." Nanami decided to get that out of the way, early. If the way Kurosaki's eyes narrowed, it was probably a good thing she did. "Not to punish him or anything of the sort. Captain Ukitake is simply interested in meeting the boy."
"And why is
that?" Kurosaki asked, without bothering to hide her suspicion. Her hand tightened on the strange blue sword she held.
Nanami wasn't intimidated. Not really. Somehow, she felt that if Kurosaki was going to attack her, she already would have. Still, no need to escalate the situation by lying or deflecting.
Soul King knew she'd dealt with Kiyone and Sentaro enough to know
that didn't work.
"Substitute Shinigami are..." Nanami trailed off, biting her lip slightly. No need to sugarcoat this. "...frowned upon, to say the least. From what Captain Ukitake told me, it was to save your family. Not to steal Kuchiki's powers. Correct?"
Kurosaki's red eyes remained narrowed, before she gave off a hearty sigh, "That's about it, yes. My brother doesn't have an evil bone in his body, he'd never
steal powers like that."
"Be that as it may," the 4th Seat continued, her own lips twisting into a slight frown. "His actions, and those of Kuchiki, were illegal. Captain Ukitake is the one assigned to handle Substitute Shinigami, so he simply wishes to talk with your brother and sort the situation out."
She didn't bring up the Shiba connection, for the moment. It was something she wasn't sure of, and Kurosaki...well. Kurosaki didn't bear the Shiba name. It was entirely possible she wasn't related.
Unlikely, perhaps, but possible.
In any case, Kurosaki stared at Nanami. Hard. Before dismissing the sword in her hand, as it vanished in a cloud of blue reishi. The young woman rubbed at her face with her free hand, before pointing down towards the city of Karakura.
"Let's get out of the sky and talk this over some more. I'm...not
against you meeting Rukia or my brother. But I want to know more about you and why you're here, first." Her hand fell away, sharp red eyes staring deep into Nanami's soul. "If you do
anything that I feel threatens them, you'll wish you never came here."
For her part, Nanami held her hands up in a placating gesture. With a small smile and a slight nod. "More than fair, Kurosaki Ayumi. Lead the way."
This was still more progress than Nanami had really expected, to be honest. Even if it was
abundantly apparent that Kurosaki didn't trust her, as the woman led her towards the ground.
This entire situation is curious. I do wonder what her powers are, and what relation she has to Lieutenant Shiba...and Kuchiki, for that matter.