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A scene from a fic I'm working on:

"Well, actually." Quick as a shadow, Vincent found himself up against the dumpster, one tan hand fisted in his shirt, and the other holding the tip of the still bloody knife so tight under his chin that he was scared to even swallow in case it broke the skin. “You were my quarry of the evening. Aren't you lucky I was shadowing you?” Alastor's grin was manic, dark eyes wide and alight with glee, voice full of malice and mirth. “I could always make this a double homicide. Tell me Vincent Whittman, would anyone even notice the lack of a weatherman tomorrow?”

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The hollow collapses into a massive pile of tangled limbs and flesh, the impact sending shocks through the earth that makes the ground tremble and the air whistle. There’s no way that thing is dissolving any time soon. 

Ichigo turns and the wind catches him.

         His sleeves. His robes. His hair.

A sheet of blazing orange whips across his face and goes straight into his mouth.

      He chokes.

“Are you… kidding me…?!” He hacks, spitting out a mouthful and shoving the rest away with a hand. It slides through his fingers like a TikTok ad.

He freezes.

Slowly… he reaches back.

       There is more.

               There is so much more.

His hand gathers a fistful of it and lifts.

It spills past his knuckles in a luxurious, flowing cascade that definitely does not belong to a guy who owns exactly one bottle of 3-in-1 body wash.

He squints, head tilting back. 

      “Uh. Yo…Zangetsu…”

His voice goes flat. Dead calm. The kind of calm that comes right before a homicide.

        “Why,” he says carefully, “do I have villain length hair?”

He turns his head and the movement alone causes the ends to swish dramatically out of his grip and over a shoulder.

        “Hey! Don't you think you left something behind?”

A gust of wind rolls through again and the hair blows right back into his face. 

                  A huff. 

Zangetsu finally found a friend who can match his freak 😌

The pain hits first. Sharp and deep, blooming through his chest like blood flooding from a cut. It makes his breath hitch, makes his hand twitch toward his sternum before he stops himself. The sensation is tamped almost at once, replaced with a longing he feels surging through their connection in a pulse that mirrors his own, but even then he feels it like the phantom pain of a severed limb. 

He doesn’t know what he expected when he reached out. Just…something. The shape of normal. The sound of Zangetsu’s voice without the weight of everything between them. Instead, there’s this—the want, the space, the certainty that there’s no easy way to cross it.

This is worse. Coming up to the precipice of calling him. Wanting but not having. Knowing he could wade out into a sea of denial and pretend nothing ever happened. Except if he doesn’t keep him in check, no one will. The blade is his, after all. Every cut Zangetsu makes traces back to his own hand.

The thought makes him flinch. Because even knowing that… he still wants.

He tells himself he’s angry. That it’s anger thrumming through him, sharp and familiar, easier to hold onto than the quieter things underneath. 

And still.

He drags in another breath. It shakes on the way out. His hand clenches against his knee, ready to pull, to call Zangetsu up from the depths of the inner world. The urge burns so bright it borders on shame, raw and ugly, sitting right under his ribs.

And still. 

He sits up. The sofa creaks beneath him, the room too quiet. His eyes lock on the floor. His fingers curl against the cushion’s edge like he might be able to steady himself that way.

"What the-"

POW!!

The reflexes kicked and now he's in the process of kicking his (younger?) self's ass over Digimon Merc that would be in HIS universe not this little shit's over here!!! While the actual brawl was childishly small, the fact the multiverse was shaking everytime they threw hands- someone had to stop them.

Thus every Ichigo Kurosaki throughout the multiverse recieved a visit from a special Hell Butterfly directly from the Soul King himself(ves):

"ICHGO "MUTHAFACKING" KUROSAKI! I DON'T KNOW WHICH VERSIONS OF YOU ARE FIGHTING SO I'M TELLING ALL YOU TO STOP IT! I CAN HAVE IT SO THAT YOU LOOK BASIC WITH BLACK HAIR AND BE SHORTER THAN RUKIA KUCHIKI!!!!"

Just show it was a threat and a promise, they could find themselves with black hair and at the hieght of 4'11 for a soild minute before going back to normal.

"...what the fuck just happened!?!" Did someone drug him? Was he alseep and having nightmares? Of al the strange shit that's happened to him this was extreme even for him! Or well them?

The Soul King(s) continued:

"Okay, Good Boys. The multiverse isn't causing me a headache anymore with your brawling. Though while I have you all on multiverse speaker Hell Butterfly (Phone), that one version of you who became Soul King after a version of myself took a nap (died)- he said to pass the message that you all should bully the Seireitei and Huceo Mundo to make the 15th of every Month, Ichigo Day."

"...wait, what!? You're the Soul King!?! What about me becoming you after a fucking nap?" The Ichigo day did seem funny though, it this situation wasn't more wild than drugs, he would admit being into it, just to give everyone shit if nothing else. Wait he said this as basically a conference call with a bunch of Ichigos from different universe and timelines, right? Does that mean...

"...hey, can we like Unionize or something? I think being underpaid and underfucked is a common Ichigo Kurosaki experience considering all the bullshit most of us go through?" The logistics of that would even work didn't even need to be asked since that requires the Ichigo Union to be even possible first of all.

The Soul King(s?) continued:

"Hmm? Oh, that's right. For some reason the Seireitei almost always never tells you that you've been getting paid since you became a Substitute Shinigami. As for the other thing- you all REALLY don't need my help for that so long as it's version of you that has an intrest in sex at all. Though you all are one my favorire exsietneces across the multiverse so I suppose I could spoil you all a little. Look behind you, Ichi~"

Once an Ichigo looked behind him in his respective place in time and universe, he'd find the following gifts!:

A crate full of the best Chocolate Bars from around the world.

A hardback and paperback collection of Shakespeare's entire written collection.

30 Pairs of Socks, Undershirts and Boxer-briefs made extra fasionable , breathable and combat ready by Shutara(s)

Even their Inner World's were hit! There was now a giant endless Chocolate Fountain that flows endlessly so as as Ichigo lives. (Flavors depend on his mood)

"...you know, I dont even things dreams of drugs could even be this nice to us." He just catiously took one of the candy bars and unwraped them, taking a bite and moaning like teh slut for chocolate quiet a few Ichigo secretly were (others were open about it). Meanwhile, he can hear Zangetsu in back of his mind also moaning saying the Chocoklate Fountain was so good he thinks it could make him nut like a virgin.

The Soul King(s?) continued:

"Oh! One more thing before I end the call. Each of you tell your Aizen a messgae from me. Your loyal Zanpakutō Spirit gave me the inspiration for it!" Oh no. "Dear Aizen, no matter much you transcend yourself, you will never reach my level. You have too much BITCH in you and spoiler: I can have Ichibei rename you MY BITCH if since your immortal ass wants to be the BOOTLEG version of ME!"

Cue the laughter of Ichigo before the special Hell Butterfly flew away, the world was back to normal-aside from the gifts and Inner World Choclate Fountain various Ichigo's across the timelines and multiverse were blessed with by the Soul King.

SOUL KING APPROVED DEATHBERRYS: @brcidablik @kurosakixichigo @protectorkurosaki @deathssubstitute @ichxgo @kurosakilchigo + THE LOYAL ZANPAKYOUs: @mezkesmuses @shirxsaki @killerinstincts

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❝ Someone's been makin' a bit of fuss. ❞ Gin spoke, one of the rare moments his biting grin was not on his face. He looks closely, studies the other, like a scientist would a subject, before humming. ❝ It's like walkin' down memory lane all over again. ❞