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Thank you to @theslowesthnery for inspiring this story through their Mayuri and Hatchigo drawing. Your a fantastic artist. Please keep on doing what your doing 💖

CW: KenMayu Mpreg

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Time had flown by these past few months, almost like a flash. One moment he had just received the news, the next it was almost over. It only seemed like yesterday he was in the bar wondering how to process this gargantuan change in his life, now however he was content and cradling medical files under his arm like they were priceless jewels or the key to life itself.

In a way you could say they were.

Never before in his life had Zaraki noticed time sticking around so little. Time usually slowed down when he was fighting, when he was in his absolute element. Maybe that's why he couldn't comprehend it. He had not fought in seven months, time ran normally through the air as easily as wind and the large soul reaper had devoted his time to three people.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi

Nemuri Hatchigo

His unborn child

His footsteps echo down the hollowed and worn pebble paths of the Soul Society, taking a deep breath of the cool spring breeze. He felt at peace, an odd sensation for him no doubt. Thoughts passed him by as he walked, projections from the corner of his vision.

Walking down the path slowly to see Unohana with Mayuri shortly after their discovery.

Taking Nemu aside to explain the situation to her and seeing her delighted at being a big sister, eyes wide with wonder and joy and shimmering like light reflection off the ocean.

Zaraki couldn't hide his smile, watching as his quarters came into view.

Memories, he wished he made more of them. It was probably his deepest regret about the pregnancy, being as useful as a chocolate teapot. He tried the best his could, clutching the papers harder at the ultimate regret of knowing he could have helped more.

Deep down he felt like he spent too long scared of the situation instead of embracing it, feeling that for so long he let Mayuri down with his fear. Mayuri was not afraid. Mayuri was calm and collected, almost seasoned in the art of being an expecting parent and Zaraki found himself enamoured and awestruck by such a thing, feeling a heat rise to his cheeks whenever his partner was close by.

That sensation was stronger then the most fearsome Hollow he had fought and as Zaraki reached, hands trembling for the door handle and with the news and updates from Captain Unohana, he felt his cheeks redden once more and opening the door with a genuine smile instead of a grin.

He was happy to be home, sun having already set and coating the hallway in a dark void. He could see a light in a distant room, smelling burning insence as he got closer with each creak of the floorboard.

At the request from Captain Yamamoto and with generous funding from the Male Reapers Association Zaraki was able to remodel his living space for his newfound family, doubling it in size. There had been reservations from some Reapers about the events unfolding without their say so but everyone could agree a single Captain's Quarters was not large enough to house a growing group of people, leading to months of quiet work and renovation.

The tall and rugged reaper had been staying in the lab's secret sleeping guest room for those month's, given the key by Mayuri to do so as thanks for going out of his way to accommodate him and his daughter.

Now however, walking through to the front room, he was just happy to be near them when he could. Especially now. Mayuri, his partner, lover and soon to be father of his child needed him now more then anything.

Even if he didn't want to admit it.

"Hey. I'm back. Got those documents from Retsu"

He was met with a painted gaze from across the room, a literal larger then life reaper sat in a soothing rocking chair. It groaned as he tilted gently back and fourth, closing his eyes like the sound was heavenly chorus to his lack of ears.

"I summise she's told you how to care for me like she knows best?"

Zaraki places the papers on the cabinet with a smirk.

"Oh yeah"

A hefty sigh bounces around the room, the shorter reaper folding his arms in dismissal the best he could given his frame.

"I know my body better then she does. She shouldn't tell me how to read the signals of my own self, let alone asking you to do so"

Mayuri waves his hand in the air, opening one eye gingerly when he heard his heavy footed partner moving closer to him.

"What a farce"

Sitting down across from Mayuri Kurotsuchi was something Zaraki would never get used to, same went for seeing Kurotsuchi so calm.

He had everything planned, the optimal diet, a gentle stretching workout plan to keep as limber as he could, resting schedules and even time for he and Kenpachi to spend bonding with the baby and Nemuri.

There was a time when Zaraki told him to just "wing it", finding all the fuss unnecessary, telling the scientist just to enjoy the experience.

He also remembers that night having to get Mayuri 2am burger cravings from the living world and combine it with vegetable sushi as a punishment.

He didn't question him again after that.

A green eye wanders over to the documents just out of view, wondering if now was a good time to go over them.

"Well?"

"Huh?"

"Aren't you going to say hello to us?"

A chuckle passes by tanned lips as Zaraki stands to his feet, towering over Kurotsuchi as he did.

"Ah how could I forget my two favourite guys"

The scientist smiles slightly and softly upon feeling hot and smooth lips touch his forehead in a soft embrace, seeing the once tall man bend to below his height, hands on the place their child lay.

Something they created together.

A being of pure love. More then creation. No. This wasn't just the ability to create anymore. It was something more and it set a fire alight in the heart of Mayuri Kurotsuchi unlike anything since Nanagou was born. He felt warm and fuzzy like a comforting blanket, finding such a feeling still foreign and strange to him. He was still taking time to open up but he couldn't deny through his tired eyes and sore body that he needed Kenpachi by his side. It filled him with a sense of pride. He had gone further beyond even his wildest dreams and that was euphoria for him.

As quickly as his mind left it was brought back to reality, feeling soft movements under Zaraki's large overbearing hands.

"Hey little guy or gal. Your old man is home"

Much smaller painted hands lay on top of them, gently stroking his thumbs in a comforting manner.

They would have moments like this, silent by candles, staring into each other's green and amber oceans. Time had passed by quickly but in these moments it slowed, if just for a few seconds. The world came to a halt, nobody was here but them and even if just for a fraction of time they felt like things had been this way forever.

Leaning forward as best he could given the space between them Mayuri found himself closer to Zaraki, hand having migrated softly to lay on his tired and rugged skin.

Closer they got.

Closer still, inches from each other and about to share the ultimate display of affection as their hearts pounded together to the rhythm of love they both so desperately craved their entire lives.

It was so close.

"I'M BACK AND I GOT SNACKS!"

The moment had gone, yet their hearts still synced as one. There would be another time. They had felt this many times before. However at this time there were more pressing matters.

What exactly?

Nemuri stood before them wearing a nurse outfit she made from old curtains and felt tip pen, crudly drawn cross on the torso.

Zaraki turned to her with a bellowing laugh, causing Mayuri to jump from the sudden jolt he felt in response to such a rukus, turning to hold Mayuri's hand in his once again in apology.

"What ya doin' little Nurse Nemu? Aren't ya supposed to be in the 4th division?"

The little reaper shakes her head in protest, laying her head upon the curve her father had gained to his body over the last few months. Her eyes were wide and determined, resolve on her features and a twinkle in her smile.

"I'm looking after papa and the baby! I brought snacks!"

Looking over to where she was pointing Mayuri sees a plate of burnt toast, lathered in butter and jam. It brought tears to his eyes, holding them back to avoid smearing his delicately crafted makeup.

Alas it was all in vain, droplets running down his cheeks and onto his cotten nightgown. In the last few weeks hormones had always gotten the better of him. Quick to any emotion other then anger, mostly sadness and joy. This was a mix of both. His daughter and tried her best and that's all he could ask for, soon feeling himself hiccuping from how intense his sobs had gotten and how quickly they had arrived.

Small arms wrap around his waist with a delicate touch.

"Shhhh it's OK papa. I can try again. Don't want to make baby sad"

This only caused the scientist to bawl harder, his already frail emotions shattering like glass at such a display of cuteness and affection. Deep rooted in his soul he felt weak to cry over things so trivial but he couldn't help it, feeling his entire being filled with feelings once lost to him, bubbling over like a overfilled bath. He wanted to stop it but the tap was broken and there was no turning back.

Nemuri turned to Zaraki, concern written all over her face. This wasn't the first mood swing and certainly not the last.

Two months were left before they could see their son or daughter in the flesh, Mayuri getting more complex by the day. He wanted to see his child, feel more then kicks and turns. He wanted to wake up to tend to their baby, not because he couldn't get comfy. He wanted to bond with him or her in person instead of just talking. The fact he couldn't upset him more with each passing day and as such Zaraki dealt with at least one quick change of emotions per day and as he did every day he would deal with it the same.

"Nem. You go and try again with them snacks. I'm gonna clean ya dad up"

Zaraki watches her leave reluctantly, grabbing a cloth from his haori and beginning to wipe away the now ruined paint, revealing beautiful dark skin under it all.

"Dunno why you keep insisting on painting yaself each day. Gonna get ruined..."

Kurotsuchi answers between sobs, hiccuping still as he does.

"It makes me feel... Better"

"Look just try one day without it... For me. Think of the time you would save.... You could... Spend that with our kid"

A look on contemplation washes over the golden eyed reaper, a nod following shortly after.

"Besides. I love ya skin color.. Shouldn't hide it. Hope our kid gets that from ya"

The sniffles subside as the last of the paint is washed away, leaving Mayuri Kurotsuchi paintless and open for the world to see. Blue locks drape down and shape his face, eyes suddenly as bright as the sun and smile more noticeable.

It was like looking at god and Zaraki was more then happy to worship, leaning down to once again place his head down on Mayuri.

"I'm with ya. Remember that"

He thinks back to the files. Now wasn't the time to dwell on those. Mayuri didn't have the heart in it. He was nervous and fed up. Zaraki did know what was said however, he was there and everything was covered with him. He wanted to do something, anything to help.

A thought crosses his mind however, a plan to see the toothy smile he loved once again.

The small reaper turned his head aside, seeing a smirk appear on his lover's lips, unable to respond to being suddenly ambushed by tickles under his arms and on the backs of his knees, places Zaraki knew he couldn't reach.

Laughter rang out like church bells, loud and powerful, throughout the quarters. It was like angels were singing.

"Stop Kenpachi!"

"Nuh uh! Nemu come help me!"

"What?!"

Before Mayuri could protest or even resigter what was happening he felt two smaller hands tickling his bump in all the new ticklish spots that had formed since he changed. The tears were now of joy, replacing the sadness he once felt, like his melancholy was but a distant memory. He felt lighter, happier and most importantly stress free.

Zaraki's plan had worked, leaving the smaller reaper breathing with a smile on his face.

"You bastard"

"Ah ya love me"

He simply chuckles through deep breathes.

"That I do barbarian"

As Nemu climbs down back into the kitchen in a rush for snacks he turns to the reaper before him, looking to the files himself.

"What did she say anyway?"

Zaraki reaches out for his hand, kissing it softly.

"That ya needed to smile more"

Mayuri Kurotsuchi had been had and he couldn't be happier, laughing along with Kenpachi Zaraki as they waited for yet another round of burnt toast they could smell from the kitchen already.

It wouldn't be long. Time would move fast again but for now it was slow. The sands had stopped falling, the pendulum had stopped swinging and seconds turned to hours. Time would pass but maybe they had time to make more memories together.

Nobody could see him apart from those akin to him but despite that it seemed they slowed down around him. Humans pass with not a gaze. Why would they? You had to be special to be able to even notice he was there, sitting on the beach edge with crossed legs and a contemplative look.

The centuries had been passing quicker then ever before, watching her grow under his guidence. It was rewarding but it did make one contemplative, thinking ever so deeply about the time that had already withered away like an old rose.

Not a day went by that he didn't remember her, beautiful and deep emerald eyes. They looked like the most beautiful gem in the world, reflecting every ounce of curiosity. Ebony hair that swayed in the gentle and warm summers. She was her exact double, watching as the small being in front of him built a sandcastle happily the old reaper felt his chest ache. It was a feeling he was not accustomed to but he had suspected this.

It was Nemu's favourite place after all.

She had loved the beach, making many an outing with her peers. He had recalled her bringing shells back for him, stating the gift was something he could potentially analyse. Her gift to him was always that of discovery.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi. That name needed no introduction. Many called him ruthless, cruel, harsh and uncaring.

Right now none of that had an iota of truth, feeling salty tears run down his painted cheeks and getting lost in the sea it became a part of.

He was a small part of something much grander, much like his daughter would have been and while he watched the younger her go about her play he couldn't help but imagine what she could have been and the things she could have achieved.

A soft sigh parts his lips, pulling himself over to the spectacle before him and grabbing handfuls of sand. He found her smile to lighten up his world, drying up his tears like a blazing sun.

Hatchigo was his sun, shining down upon him with her brilliant light. A light that would touch everything and everyone she came across.

Yes time was passing, time still stung him like a poisoned needle but perhaps this time he could be better.

Nemu wasn't truly gone. She was here, right in front of him.

He smiled as the small reaper grabbed his hand tightly, laughing at her sandcastle creation. Innocent and true.

No. Nemu wasn't gone.

She just had to find herself again. Become who she was supposed to be.

Part 1

Mayuri woke up to the sounds of birds, running a tanned hand through his hair. It was that time of the year again, adding another notch to his belt.

The years seemed to be passing faster every year, leading the great scientist to wonder if he could somehow slow it down.

Time has begun passing him by since that day, the day he held a tiny infant in his arms. The day he saw her swaddled in a cotton blue blanket, the day she opened her eyes.

Nemu, his daughter and his dream.

As he watched her grow the sands of time slipped away, opening his eyes and wondering how long it would be before this day was upon them again next year.

Their birthday.

Mayuri didn't really celebrate such trivial life events, why do so when you live forever?

This year felt different though, perhaps attributed to this being a considerable milestone of Nemu's life.

She would be twenty, or at least what humans considered to be. Reapers aged much slower then humans, making every ten of their years one hundred for beings such as them.

According to Ichigo Kurosaki this was a time to be celebrated, in his world anyway and while Mayuri had never indulged in such foolish customs before he felt that here he could make an exception. He rationalised it as a reward for all her growth, after all it was her mission and so far she had been a resounding success.

Standing from his futon and removing his bobble nightcap from atop a hill of messy blue hair the scientist wonders what would be an appropriate measure, looking at the modern coffee machine his daughter had bought him as an early birthday present a week prior.

She knew his tastes well, as he expected her to yet his thoughts became more blank then paper upon trying to reciprocate.

Nemu had grown so much he had no godly idea what to even present to her as a gift, tapping the side of his head in deep thought.

Mayuri had never expected his dream to grow so large, so outstanding, that even he couldn't understand it.

Yet it was fitting, one not usually knowing their dreams once awoken.

Right now he didn't entirely understand Nemu, never having experience in fatherhood before.

For the first time in his life he didn't have the answer.

Sunlight gleamed directly onto his uniform, neatly hung onto the wall to keep it aired, a stark reminder of his position.

With a drawn out sigh the small captain grabs an english muffin from his pantry, putting it into his mouth and turning to his table mirror.

Makeup always took the longest in the morning, yet finding it thereputic and relaxing. Mayuri would watch as the brush stroked along his prestine pours, each movement sculpting him into his best self. It was enthralling to see himself come together every day, becoming the true and unfiltered person he knew he could be.

It was enchanting, finding himself getting lost in the bush movements and smearing of the paint, tactfully painting around the muffin he had tasked himself with eating during his routine.

He had practiced many cold and dark nights, learning from his mistakes and evolving his craft, much like Nemu herself was ever evolving.

Finishing the job he smiles to his reflection, having not spilled a single crumb nor ruining his makeup doing so.

Mayuri covered his now free plump lips in the appropriate lipstick, a gift from Zaraki. At first he thought the gift to be an insult, a jab at his pride. After all, why should he wear makeup? He had gotten by wonderfully with standard paints for over one hundred years. However begrudgingly eventually finding more usefulness then he cared to admit out of the item, using it every day and renewing up when he depleted his stocks.

The floors began to creak underfoot as Mayuri turned to face his uniform, his legecy. It was an item of upmost importance to him. It was his very life, holding it gently in his painted yet sealed hands.

Scars adorned his chest and arms, looking like he had almost been stitched together. Burns and bruises made certain patches of paint lighter, needing more coverage.

A jingle resonates through the empty and isolated room, zip atop Mayuri's chest moving with him as he prepared for the day ahead. He grasps it gently in his hands before tieing his shirt closed, remembering when he installed such a feature to his body, a smirk waving over pale lips.

He remembered it like it was yesterday, installing a quick way into his innards in case of emergency or potential further modifications to his already highly advanced body. It sent pleasant shivers up his spine, shaking as he tied the sash around his slender waist.

On a day like today all he wished for were those euphoric times to come back to him, remind him why life was worth living in the first place.

He had Nemu now, a lab, specimens and chemicals as far as the eye could see.

He would never thank Urahara for anything but even he knows being freed was the best decision that was ever made. He got points for that at least, bringing Kisuke Urahara up from a 0 to a 0.000001.

Draping his Haori over his shoulders and his golden mane atop his head, Mayuri makes his way pridefully out of his personal chambers, making his way to the only other he considered a single father like himself.

Kenpachi Zaraki.

As far as younger reapers were concerned numbers were few, Mayuri himself knowing he wasn't exactly young anymore.

He would never call himself old, considering himself far from that title yet, but he found his information on the younger of his kind sorely lacking.

Rangiku may have acted young but her looks were slowly fading and her intentions somewhat vien.

Hitsugaya was younger but held the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Momo was forever healing and Mayuri wasn't a monster enough to bother her at such a time.

Yachiru however was a free spirit. That is at least what Zaraki called her, Mayuri calling her proof that gremlins did indeed exist and not just some old folk tale.

He tried to gather his thoughts during his saunter over to the neighbouring company, wind silently breathing on his skin and causing his oversized uniform to ruffle and shake.

He didn't even know where to begin, what questions to ask. Mayuri laid his hand on his chin as he thought, eyes narrow and pointing downwards.

He hated to rely on others, find it that be a weakness of his. Mayuri had always been independent, doing every little task himself and unable to even recall the last time he asked for assistance.

He wasn't sure if he ever had, tutting at himself for stooping so low. He was Mayuri Kurotsuchi, the smartest soul around, capable of making a soul from the very air around him. He was a genius yet found this particular situation behooved him, a unknown feeling deep in his darkest core saying he had to get this right.

Something inside him told him this was important, an intuition that wasn't his regular. It was like a part of his brain had unlocked, found a key it had been missing all this time.

He wondered if his heart led the way, the idea seeming utterly foolish.

He felt this the day Nemu was born, yet not as strong as today.

Was she the cause?

He soon found himself at Zaraki's door, tapping gently to alert the barbarian he did indeed have a guest waiting for him, finding all that awaited him was silence.

Mayuri soon starts gritting his teeth in annoyance, polite knocks becoming more akin to a debt collector who had a score to settle.

"Zaraki open up! I swear to god if you don't I'm going to skin you alive!"

Thr door finally opens after a few moments, Mayuri seemingly huffing from the exhaustion he just put his voice through.

It wasn't Zaraki.

Yachiru stood before him, as minute as ever and wearing a simple pink kimono. Her smile was beaming and bright, her eyes matching with a similar luminous look to them.

"Mayurin! Hi!"

Mayuri starts backing up as she begins to jump in place excitedly, pulling him deeper into the dimness of Zaraki's quarters. There he sat on his futon with a smile wide and mischievous.

Captain Kenpachi Zaraki had yet to dress for the day, making Mayuri's heart jump a few beats. At least he thought it was his heart, not really knowing due to all of the experiments. Mayuri gulps, unable to stop staring at the beauty that was the large cut adorning the taller captain's flesh.

His throat suddenly felt dry, his skin hot.

The scientist shook his head, focusing back on the task at hand.

Nemu.

As far as Mayuri was concerned this birthday was for her and her alone, a true celebration and testament to how much she had grown. A sense of pride bubbled from deep down, quickly thwarted by a deep and broading voice speaking from on high.

"So Kurotsuchi, to what do I owe this pleasure?"

HC: Mayuri Kurotsuchi uses fine crafts such as bottled ship construction to keep his mind sharp and attentive to details.

"Another one?!"

You look at the seventh box to be delivered to the department that day, worried that perhaps Rin had mass ordered candies and cakes again.

It was something he did often, spending most of his wage on unhealthy snacks and foods. Not that you minded however. He could spend his money how he saw fit and you were not one to judge, only disliking having to pick up his packages for him.

It was annoying at most and tedious at best, having your own jobs and tasks to complete before the day's end.

"Yeah but they don't have the classic sugary smell Rin's are known for. These have the Captain's name on"

You curiously bend over, seeing the label did indeed say for them to be delivered to Captain Kurotsuchi.

You felt a sense of dread in the pit of your stomach.

Why so many?

Knowing Captain Kurotsuchi it would have been a number of numerous items, each one more horrifying then the last. The thought caused you to visably shiver in your seat, like you had been drenched in snow.

You let free a soft sigh, trying to make sure you weren't heard. Akon was a higher seat then you and while not one to snitch you didn't want to give him any ammo if he felt so inclined to tease the Captain later down the line, causing you to look away with your hand on your head.

"So... When can I expect you to take these to him? "

A loud chuckle echoed through the halls.

"I'm not. You are"

What?

You didn't agree to this, not ready to face your Captain yet again after the last time he summoned you. The thought of the broken extendo arm was still clear in your mind after many moons, haunting your dreams and soaking them crimson.

It didn't take long to find out how your Captain got the information for his article, many pointing out the Captain didn't run any major tests that whole week.

Once it was pointed out to you that the only time he was alone was that somber, fuzzy and quiet evening you felt all the blockades fade, like a dam that had finally burst, as all the information rushed through like a tidal wave.

You didn't want to but you didn't have much decision nor choice in the matter.

"Might as well do it now"

Begrudgingly you pick up the boxes, placing them as gently as jewels into a kart, laughter erupting from behind as you carefully follow the instructions and maps lined along the stone walls.

The Captain changed these every month, keep the team alert and on their toes, each one being more complicated then the one that came before. This month it seemed to be the instructions were masked using a cipher.

You press your forehead to the wall, trying your best to hold back a scream that would be heard through every nook and cranny of the department. It would sound akin to a banshee, a wail more ghostly and terrifying then any urban legend or campfire story.

It took some time and guesswork but you finally reached your destination. The halls of the inner labs all looked alike, hence the tests of the maps. To see if your memories were sharp enough to be able to distinguish one hall from another, Captain Kurotsuchi making the point that information isn't always readily available when in a tight situation and thag you must rely on what you already know.

He wasn't entirely wrong, just wishing he would make his point some way other then this.

You find the door to be the one to the Captain's private break room, noticing it was the only door for miles made of wood. It was beautiful, carved to look like clouds of smoke covered the entire surface and splashed with a faint dusting of purple shimmer.

You place you hand gingerly on the masterpiece in front of you, careful to not chip or damage the paintwork.

The door opened with a creek, leading into a clean and well lit room. For the 12th that was an uncommon sight, most of the rooms giving off a dull, sterile and almost abandoned feeling. It felt empty when full and full when empty, a liminal paradise.

It perplexed you to see a room full of light, decorated with taxidermied specimens across every surface. The room smelt like burning sandlewood, being distributed from what seemed to be a custom beaker shaped diffuser on a clearly loved and worn side table adorned with various small craft like projects.

You begin to loiter in the doorway, taking in everything your eyes could see, in awe of every little item and detail. The room seemed to encourage talent growth and improvement, projects of various skill level to remind the Captain he could push himself, even keeping the failed ones and displaying them proudly.

It was his mantra after all, his philosophy and despite your rugged past recently you felt truly proud to work under such a grafter.

"Ah yes. I see you have my orders. Please step inside and place them on the couch"

You nod, catching a glimpse of his hand as you pass, it was covered in scars and stitches.

They didn't look like fresh wounds, only one on his finger being a little off color and bruised a deep purple, raising your brow in concern for the safety and potential risk that Captain Kurotsuchi may have been putting himself in.

Placing the boxes softly on the furniture you try to gaze over his shoulder, seeing a small ship in a bottle on the table. Componants lay scattered over the entire surface in front of the Captain, small glue bottles and tweezers in his unwavering hands. They were careful, confident and seemingly stitched together like some complicated jigsaw.

"Oh? Interested?"

You stand to attention, snapping from your thoughts.

"Oh uh... Yes sir. Very much so"

He pats the floor beside him, signalling you to join him. Your heart skipped with a sense of pride, jumping in your chest at the thought of the Captain being open to you. He may have used you unknowingly for reaserch but maybe this was his way of making things up to you, letting you into a little facet of his life. You sit quietly beside him, being careful to not knock the table as you do, watching as he made a miniature sail with precision.

"These are from the world of the living. I find they help me keep my mind focused, able to notice the little details and potential mistakes"

You had no idea Mayuri Kurotsuchi was artistically inclined, expecting him to be more a music lover then that of crafts.

You found yourself intrigued by this development, wanting to know more. The past began to blur and melt away before your eyes, what happened between you vanishing almost like smoke. You always assumed Captain Kurotsuchi to be less then human, loving his work above all else. It was bizzare to know he had such a niche hobby, seeing the very real wide smile across his features. It was a joy only witnessed once. You had seen it during secret drone footage from when he fought that oversized hand claiming to be a quincy, yet was the Soul King's left arm.

It wasn't often sights like this were seen, knowing deep down everything the Captain mostly did was theatrical.

His clothes.

His makeup.

A very specific version of his smile.

Some would say even his attitude was amplified.

It had been a long running theory between many a member that everything was a mind trick, something to throw you off guard and unnerve you.

Everyone feared Mayuri Kurotsuchi, wouldn't oppose him. He played his part well, able to make grown men cry and beg on their knees for mercy.

He wasn't a madman but he wasn't entirely sane, his temper was short yes and his mannerisms sometimes aggressive but sometimes when you weren't looking, when the world stood still, Mayuri Kurotsuchi would relax. He could unwind like any other reaper.

This was him. That was who sat beside you painting small doors and cannons, a man disconnected from the troubles of his life and of his duties.

You lean in to get a closer look, smell of paints and sealents almost overpowering and causing your head to pound. It was like a mallet was being thrown against it. A thought crossed your mind for a moment that this was another trick, another ruse.

It couldn't be, having been randomly selected for the task and even for as smart as he is Captain Kurotsuchi couldn't predict the future.

Not yet anyway.

Closing your eyes in an attempt to ignore the smell did nothing, taking a sharp and deep breath and you felt your pulse pick up in panic.

Your mind had wandered so much you didn't even feel a weight shift beside you, too focused on the headache that was turning your brain to an unrecognisable mass of flesh and muscle.

The air around you was fresh, the room was a natural color. The cause must have been the high grade materials placed directly in front of you, perhaps made by the Captain himself.

It was unbearable, feeling your eyes wetten from the chemicals. Your mind told you to move but your body wouldn't comply, wondering if you perhaps accidentally grazed Ashisogi Jizo as you entered the room.

It wasn't impossible, having happened once to Hanatoro when he clumsily ran into the labs to deliver some test results about a month before.

It felt like an eternity you sat still, hands crossed on your lap, before a chill air caressed your now slightly clammy skin and the smell in the room began to dilute. Fresh smells of hydrangea drowned out the once putrit smell of the paints and sealer, finally able to open your eyes again and seeing a towering man above you with painted bone white skin and eyes that were so rich in color one would feel in the presence of royalty around them.

"My goodness. I would have thought someone from MY division could handle some simple chemicals..."

Breaking though the now faint nausea you manage to muster an ever so faint smile, bowing as low as you could from your position on the wooden floor.

"Thank you sir"

With but a small huff, perhaps of disapproval for the thanks, Mayuri Kurotsuchi returns to his spot by your side. His hands immediately return to his work.

"Your free to stay a while if you so wish and don't pass out"

You chuckle a little under your breath and begin to watch his hands work once again, moving with all the grace of a swan.

Love is late to blossom this season.

The morning was warm, the sky clear as crystal, cherry blossoms flowing through the wind. They danced together in the breeze, landing on the rugged and worn stone path ahead.

Kenpachi Zaraki was making his way slowly to Squad 12, a simple single red rose in his oversized hand. It was wrapped with a golden ribbon around the stem, glittering under the sun as it beamed down upon the land of the dead.

It wasn't exactly early, having assumed Mayuri wouldn't want to be disturbed at the break of dawn. It was his quiet time, when he would reflect and plan out his day.

Zaraki recalled when he once made an effort to call his partner early on his birthday in years past, call ending in a conversation of the uncivilised kind.

The two bellowed at one another through butterflies all through the morning,sure everyone in each company could hear them, making a mental note to wait till mid day before contacting his own boyfriend.

Verbal fights weren't exactly the fights the taller Captain had in mind, much preffering something more physical but alas it was a kind of fight Mayuri Kurotsuchi wasn't able of giving. At least not in the way he wanted.

Footsteps come to an abrupt halt. He had never been one to "smell the roses" as it were but today in particular the air smelt faintly of flora from the descending petals, for even a barbarian such as he could see the beauty of the world today.

Valentines day.

Passing by his underlings, Zaraki gives them a swift nod. He didn't have time to stop again. The time frame from acceptable to unacceptable visiting hours were slim for Kurotsuchi, leading Ikkaku and Yumichika to walk alongside him in an almost perfect sync.

"Where ya off to Captain?"

"I bet he's going to see Kurotsuchi. I mean today is the day for romance after all"

Ikkaku raises his arms behind his head, stretching to help him recover from his training with Yumichika earlier in the day.

"Well if its the day of romance how comes Captain Zaraki only got a single rose eh?"

At those words Zaraki felt his heart sink, like a blade was thrust into it. He kept walking and tried not to pay mind to the ramblings beside him. He knew Mayuri deserved more. He knew he WANTED to give him more. Buying for a man who was hard to please took far too much time. He loved Mayuri from the bottom of his blade to its top, cared about him as much as it too.

He was just useless at trying to show it, wondering if maybe coming across his two most loved up squad members was a sign to aquire help from those around him. Ikkaku and Yumichika had been dating for almost ten years, some say too long, so surely they had some neat ideas at affectionate displays.

Couldn't hurt to ask right?

Ikkaku's eyes widen as he's grabbed roughly by the shoulders, Captain bending down to meet his eyes with an expression of desperation and anger.

"Hey! You guys know love right?! Help me out here!"

A small chuckle forces Zaraki to look in the way of Yumichika, his eyes bright and full of life at the mere idea of assisting in helping love blossom, tucking his hair behind his ear with hands confidently on his hips.

"Well don't bother asking him. I'M the one who makes things happen here. If it was up to Ikkaku I would be receiving gifts solely consisting of coal"

A grimace graces his lips, feigning preparing to faint. He covers his forehead dramatically, bringing forth the theatrics that he so often did. Petals flung around him gracefully, adding to the facade and role he was playing while all Ikkaku could do was scowl at his boyfriend, still held tightly by his superior.

"I told you! Coal becomes a diamond and like it your a diamond in the rough!"

"Oh my dear Ikkaku... You can be so... Weird"

The bald reaper falls backward from a sudden hefty push, landing on his hind and disturbing the still flowers on the ground.

There wasn't time for this bickering, daylight wasting every moment he stood doing nothing, the more time passed the more Mayuri might complain. He needed something special and fast. Bickering would get them nowhere.

"Enough! Stop your whining! I need help! Will ya help me give Kurotsuchi a good day or not?!"

Zaraki hears a mumble of apology from the younger reapers, standing to attention for their Captain.

"Yes sir!"

Zaraki was late. When was he not?

Mayuri took casual yet long paces around his lab, waiting for any signs from his other half. Perhaps a yell or maybe a loud crash?

There was nothing but deafening silence, sitting back in his seat with a deep, saddened sigh.

"The one day he's supposed to show up. The one day that's SUPPOSED to be a celebration in our damned relationship"

He watches Nemu from the corner of his luminous yellow pearls as she makes afternoon tea, next to her stood a large package, something he had personally made for Zaraki in his lab.

A set of custom weights designed to get heavier the more he trained with them.

Months of turmoil and for what?

For him to not even show up, perhaps forget him? Mayuri felt used to that. It was how he felt in the Maggot's Nest. It wasn't a life he minded, having gotten used to being a shadow lost in the darkness. However, being used to something doesn't mean it hurts any less.

He felt utterly sick to his stomach, placing his headdress on the table beside him with a soft thud. He didn't cause a scene, throw a tantrum or even raise his voice. He was tired, feeling the ache deep in his reitsu and even deeper in the core of his innermost self.

"Nemu bring the tea..."

His voice was pretty flat by now, clear exhaustion and sadness, a tone Nemu herself having not bore witness to since she was a child. While her feelings were not always apparent to herself or even to others she found her brow lowering, cemented in sadness, longing for her creator and parent to show the same insane smile he always did.

Alas there was nothing. Not a smirk or grin, painted face showing as much emotion as she was able to read.

He was broken, hurt and holding it all back.

It deeply unnerved her to see her father in such a state, handing over his favourite porcelain cup with carefully shaking hands.

His mouth curled a tad, a very small genuine elated smile, looking upon the cup in his dainty and petite hands.

It was Nemu's first art project, using it every day to remind himself show far he had come and proof of her evolution over time. No matter his relationship nobody, not even the Soul King, could take that from him.

If Zaraki wasn't going to show up the day was not wasted. Maybe he and Nemu could do their favourite experiments, look at their favourite cells, photograph some new lifeforms. He could have fun even without his partner.

It was a silly commercial holiday anyway.

Why was he even-?

It was a knock, accompanied by a ragged and quick breath.

"Nemu... Please answer..."

The door swung open with an almighty crash, Zaraki still only holding the singular rose he always had. He had clearly run, his beautiful scar adorned chest quickly rising and falling. His smile was one of happiness, holding the rose out to Mayuri.

"I realised thanks to my men the best thing I could give ya was an imperfect day. So I'm late and brought you a single flower"

All Mayuri could think to do was wrap his arms around the much taller man, small tears in the corners of his eyes.

"You... You stupid man... Who would like a late partner today huh?!"

From above Zaraki could see his walls break down, revealing a real golden smile nestled next to the fabric of his uniform. He held Mayuri for a moment, hearing soft sniffles from below as he ran a hand through those lushious blue locks.

"Never be late again"

Zaraki chuckles

A Knight AU KenMayu story

The air was but a gentle breeze, blossoms filling the air from the trees that lined the streets. The sun beamed down for the last time that day, setting beautifully over the horizon as orange slowly became black amd faint stars began to fill the sky.

There was nothing but the sound of clanging metal, chainmail hitting a hard cold surface behind it with every step, a man with striking blue hair being the wearer.

Knight Mayuri Kurotsuchi was setting home for the day, having completed his duties and while most people removed their uniform once their orders were over Mayuri wasn't like the others. He much preferred to keep his uniform on until in the solitary of his quarters as to not disgrace his name, honor or code. The walk wasn't long so it wasn't like he minded and as he walked up to his home of old looking bricks covered in faint moss Mayuri found himself wanting nothing more then some relaxation, some time to ruminate on the days happenings.

Stepping inside he wasted no time in placing his gleaming white armor onto the appropriate stand, hands gently grasping it with all the care in the world. He treated it like it was covered in gold, like the hordes of it that had graced his more strikingly golden orbs in the past.

A hefty sigh of relief passed by his painted lips, sweeping his hair backward from the sweat in which he was drenched, able to feel his makeup begin to slip from his face. It was unpleasant, wanting more then anything for it to be removed post haste, going into the washroom to begin drawing himself a bath as the white under robes stuck tightly to his body.

Pouring lavender oil into the water soon had the room smelling fresh, like a summer of days passed and before Mayuri could even think to enjoy it he heard a heavy handed knock on his door.

With a groan of displeasure Mayuri goes to his door, answering it with a distinct huff to his voice.

"Yes?!"

Before him stood Knight Zaraki, also stripped to his tight clinging undergarments. He clearly had yet to change, most likely coming from his post or own quarters immediately.

"Hey Mayuri"

"If you insist on being so formal please come in"

Without a second to think the much taller knight does so, ducking under the small doorframe of the home before closing the entrance behind him.

Peaking into the back room to check on the progress of his bath Mayuri speaks to his associate with an air of urgency and rashness.

"Why on earth are you visiting at this hour?"

Receiving nothing but a scoff in response Mayuri turns around, greeted with a sly smirk from above.

"Remember? It's Friday. Ya told me to come as the end of dusk t' help ya"

Was it Friday already? He wasn't really counting the days anymore, finding they all melded into one. He had indeed told Zaraki to come to see him, the days seemingly slipping away far to fast for his liking. He had no choice in the matter. He required assistance and as much as he might not admit it Knight Zaraki was the only individual he trusted and the only individual who knew about something he kept close to his heart. It was a secret he didn't want getting out, at least not yet and while Zaraki was the brash type he still kept some semblance of code and that was enough to entrust him with his whole livelihood.

"Ah yes... I remember now. You came to help with my care regime"

"Ya damn right I did. So c, mon strip"

If makeup free the shorter knight would have been bright red from blush, turning away from the green gaze that looked down on him and from the large hand currently holding his sleeve in its vice.

"Must you be so forward?!"

Mayuri steps back to the washroom, trying to get some distance between them. It was true he wanted help but if his colleague was to be immature about this then he would find a way to take care of the issue himself.

Noticing the bath had quickly filled Mayuri grabs the tap in his slender hand, turning it quickly to avoid overfill. Steam hung in the air, the lavender lingering with its scent and before he knew it Mayuri was removing his shirt on instinct in a moment of rare relaxation.

Zaraki watched from the door as the man before him stripped down and entered the bath shyly, body covered in patches of ocean blue scales and a few more appearing on his face like some kind of magic trick. It was a beautiful yet morbid sight. The beauty of a dragons scales was uncontested, with some holding great value due to their richness in color and pigments but that therein also lead bare to the morbid reality.

If anyone were to find out this without proper preparation the results could be disastrous, leading Mayuri to more nights of broken sleep and insomnia then he would ever admit to, leaving Zaraki to comfort and pick up the pieces each time. He was the only one Mayuri Kurotsuchi really trusted with this secret for now and he wouldn't let that trust waver.

That's why he was here. Knight Kenpachi Zaraki was in the quarters of Mayuri Kurotsuchi on the eve of Friday night because he needed help tending to his scales and wings, more specifically to help clean the scales the dragon knight found it hard to reach.

Silently sinking into the water, Mayuri breathes deeply as large wings emerge on his back. They were as misty as the bath steam for a moment before forming their shape, able to be touched in a solid state. Dragons held a miriad of magic and he was no exception. Hiding his wings as a misty form made them more maluable in the day to day and easier to hide from the masses. The lack of weight was also a bonus, since his knight armor was already heavy enough on its own without any extra baggage.

Mayuri uses his finger to beckon, his associate stepping closer and without a word begin cleaning the wings with a spare bar of honey soap.

The wax from the honey comb was good for his wings and he refused to compromise on the use of anything else, using the excuse that he was allergic to anything else of the sort when making the daily orders for resources. It was one of many hurdles he had to juggle during his time in his profession and he couldn't deny having someone like Zaraki who knew the details had its upsides as for these few hours every Friday night he finally felt free, able to be himself without fear of death or prejudice.

He was free, in both body and mind, a freeness that was quickly ripped from him as he felt his personal space get smaller, pushed to the front of the tub as something joined behind him.

Zaraki sat shirtless with him, getting closer then ever to him and his wings.

"The hell are you doing?!"

".... Cleaning... Duh"

Mayuri was seething, feeling the rage of a thousand suns emerge from deep within his being. His core felt warm, like a flickering fire trapped within him. A warmth he wasn't sure was the bath, rage or something more. At that moment Mayuri only knew one thing and that was the tiredness quickly overtaking his senses, leaning back into the taller man and continuing to let him massage and handle him without so much as a protest.

It wasn't long before Zaraki could hear soft snoring in front of him, letting a genuine soft smile grace his rugged face. A sight Mayuri would never see despite being so close to him as Zaraki would never want to complicate things. For now he would assist in whatever he could. He didn't want to draw attention if he confessed how he really felt. This was the best trade off he could have in his current circumstances so with a fast and heavy heart in his chest Zaraki would finish the task Mayuri asked of him and then some before the candles in the room began to dim and the water began to turn cold.

He would be gone by the time the dragon awoke. It was ok though. It wouldn't be long before Mayuri needed him again and he would come running gladly.

He always did.

Akon X Reader

You had never quite gotten used to not seeing her stood there by his side day by day. Her absence was still felt after all these years since her passing. For a long time Captain Kurotsuchi seemed empty inside, despite how well he hid it from most.

That's probably why the decision of a replacement was so swift and just. Akon had forever also been by his side and while not in the same vain you understood his decision. It was a man the Captain trusted with his innermost secrets for many a year, a man who knew him as well as Nemu did, even down to his morning routine. Yet the sight of the horned lab member in proper uniform sank your heart, feeling the loss of Nemu Kurotsuchi ever harder in your soul.

Akon was an almost perfect fit, loyal, trusting, rational just to name a few of his qualities and yet you couldn't seem to shake how wrong the whole situation felt and it left your body shaking as you stared up at the code passing you by, unable to take it all in. Today was one of those days, the days reality all hits. All those memories from the attack and the impact it had on your once humble afterlife.

You couldn't concentrate.

Taking breaks from work was never your style so you were sure Hiyosu wouldn't mind if you took a few moments to compose. As expected he didn't even try to stop you. He watched you leave into the dimness of the hall, being swallowed by the darkness until you emerged on the lighter side of life.

The wind blew past you, taking a deep breath to help calm yourself as you led your back against the wall of the tower. Being so high up meant the air was silent and the walls of the lab were made as such to be soundproof, apart from the emergency alarms of course which could be heard clearly inside and out. It made for the most serene place in the whole of the Soul Society. It brought a smile to your face.

It was ironic that the place where the most innovation was made and in the past where the most blood was shed would be so peaceful.

It made the place below you seem worlds apart from your current location. Here was quiet yet just behind you and down below it was chaos and order, having never truly returned to form no matter how hard the new Head Captain tried.

Your thoughts were shaken by a familiar smell beside you.

Smoke.

Cigarette Smoke.

There was only one person you knew smoked in the whole department and as testament to his skill and new title you didn't even hear him approach, let alone light up.

"You seem out of sorts today eh?"

Akon stood closely beside you, obviously on a break of his own. You could tell by the untucking of his shirt, something he used to do when you both and Hiyosu took group breaks in the past.

"What's eatin' ya?"

You couldn't find it in your heart to answer, just stare at the badge on his arm with a few wayward tears in your eyes. Pretty quickly your actions are noted and the badge is removed.

That's the Akon you knew. Forever the pleaser and forever the quick thinking and understander and with a clearly heavy heart and a deep saddened sigh you feel the warm embrace from the new second and his thin frame.

"I miss her too. Didn't deserve the ending she got"

You and Akon had always been close, some say more like partners then workers. You were but also a child when Akon arrived, back when Urahara was running the show and Hiyori was never one for good decent company. You spent a lot of time with him and over the years a few extra feelings blossomed, that much you could admit. He and you both knew where your relationship stood so intimate moments like this were not out of the ordinary but also not common either, more reserved for times of true torture and anguish.

You could feel his heart against your ears, gripping his pristine black clothes tighter. Was it to stop him vanishing too? To stop him leaving? Perhaps so but in that moment you find yourself resting your face onto his chest, tears from your eyes soaking whatever surface they could find.

A hand ran it's fingers through your hair comfortingly, a soft chuckle in the air.

"Hey. I'm still here. You ain't ever getting rid of me"

You couldn't help but grin, no doubt in your mind that he was telling the truth. He had never been one for lies, always blunt and to the point.

"Besides. I can't go anywhere yet. I got things I ain't done"

You pull away and look up to those murky eyes, shining like the sun itself. You tilt your head in confusion before a soft pair of lips grace yours with their presence.

Your eyes were wide with shock, a little horror and happiness. His breath was minty despite his habits and you could swear he was wearing lip gloss,lips tasting like cherries.It was truly every emotion at once and before your mind could even comprehend the situation it was over, Akon towering over you with the most genuine smile you had seen in at least the last ten years.

"I couldn't even think about leaving before making ya happy and since nobody is happy all the time I can't leave cos I gotta be here to help ya with that"

You flung your arms around him tightly with the most genuine smile you too had displayed in years.

In that moment life felt right again, for the first time since the war. Nemu was gone but she was beside you, much like Akon would be from here on out.

A Victorian Era KenMayu Fic

Inspired by this wonderful art by @criminal-sen

Mayuri wandered through his garden of roses, displayed around beautiful sculpted hedges and oak trees. His heels clinked on the floor, tailcoat swaying in the wind with every step he took as he fans himself to cool down from the intense summer heat.

He sighs deeply and thoughtfully, twirling his free hand through the white wig that sat atop his long and luxurious blue hair.

His heart had been forlorn for some time, wandering in a deep dark prison and unable to tell if his love was even reciprocated or being led down into a deep dark dungeon of pain and misery. Mayuri Kurotsuchi, nobleman of the twelfth company was for once lost in his own thoughts.

It had been fourteen moons since he met the blacksmith and his partner baker, a young girl with a passion for sweets. Both were incredibly care free, not really taking their jobs or lives seriously. Originally he thought the behaviour of both parties childish and immature, far beneath a wealthy noble like him. Yet he found himself coming back.

First once every seven moons, then every four and now every two, his heart skipping in his chest each time he layed eyes on the glistening tanned skin of blacksmith Zaraki at work.

He couldn't keep his golden eyes off the fire the larger man worked with, how it made him shine in the dim room he worked in. He couldn't stop looking at the way Zaraki pounded the metal into shape, the hammer in his worn hands insanely powerful behind the might of his muscles. At first Mayuri thought it a mere interest in the craft, a appreciation for the amount of care the larger man seemed to have despite his laid back nature but as of late he found himself closing his eyes at night, mind drifting to the man below his station and wondering if there was more to this feeling then he first thought.

Pondering the thought again had Mayuri stopping in his tracks, looking up to the clouds. It was a glorious day, warm and dry enough for a walk into town. Judging the weather from the clouds was always unpredictable and usually ill advised so he decided it best to take his umbrella for shade regardless, his wig being far too expensive to replace if soiled by sudden rainwater.

He walks to the large silver gates in front of his home with a sudden heavy chest that he was sure wasn't caused by the tight corset he was wearing, grabbing an umbrella as he passed by the front of his home. He wouldn't tell anyone he was leaving today, most other nobles of the other companies mocking him for his repeated visits to the man he wondered if his heart longed for. It had become a rather unpleasant exchange most days, all commenting on his repeated trips. All apart from Shinji Hirako.

Shinji was a nobleman such as he but one more accepting then the rest, once giving the twelfth noble a bunch of expensive lavender to give to Zaraki as a gift. He ended up not accepting though, at that point still in denial and not wanting to offend the blacksmith. Maybe this whole time Shinji knew Mayuri's heart more then he did himself.

He continued to walk through the cobble lined streets of the Soul Society, passing by rows of oil lamps and covered by the shade of his umbrella.

The walk seemed longer left alone with his thoughts but deep down Mayuri knew he needed to sort his affairs, even if he was seen as off one's chump for doing so. He just had to know.

He had to.

Mayuri passed by many building before he reached the town on the Soul Society's outskirts, accompanied still by the familiar clanking of his heels. These buildings were more run down. Not falling apart but smaller and less kept then his mansion and every building he lived around and had come to know in his everyday. At this point he knew each one by the crack in the stone, able to find the blacksmith and baker with ease as he enters without a smile and a worried lower brow.

The bell rings, causing Zaraki to turn and face the noble with a painted face.

"Hey Mr Kurotsuchi. That time for ya to visit me again?"

Mayuri doesn't answer, putting down his umbrella to avoid superstition and looking over the beautifully crafted swords. He was cursing himself in his mind, not thinking this far ahead. Mayuri was a genius commander, never had his troops failed thanks to his strategy and brilliant mind yet right now he found himself stuck on how to proceed, damming the beautiful sweaty man in front of him for clouding both is judgement, assessment and thoughts on the situation. He contemplated leaving, fanning himself to look busy as every possible scenario and option ran through his mind, a scowl on those dark lips of his.

"Oh. My work not to ya liking?"

Snapping from his thoughts quickly Mayuri looks over to Zaraki, slight redness to the white part of his painted face.

"No no sir. Your wares are fine, blinding even"

The comment has Zaraki suddenly smirking, leaning against the wooden table as the apron that laid over his shirtless torso caused Mayuri to cover his rapidly heating cheeks with his fan.

"Say. How about ya help me with this order for horseshoes I got this morn?"

"Why would I..?"

"Unless it's beneath you"

Feeling a bubbling anger deep in his core at the insinuation has Mayuri throwing down the fan and removing his tailcoat, the emotion clearly visible all over his face and in his eyes.

"How dare you?! Nothing is beneath me!"

Making his way past Zaraki and to the steel table has Mayuri finding his words spoke louder then his actions, not knowing what he even had to do. His hands shook in frustration, knowing how stupid he looked to the blacksmith and wondering if his brashness tarnished his image.

Zaraki lets out an amused hearty laugh that echoed off the stone walls, coming to stand behind the smaller man and grabbing his hands from around his waist. Mayuri was stunned, unable to move and letting the blacksmith have complete control.

"Like this"

The towering worker hovers the smaller and softer hands over the tools, picking up a dainty hammer as together they begin to straighten out the metal of the shoes.

The feeling was there again in Mayuri's chest and it was definitely not his corset. He couldn't breathe but it was pleasant. He knew he wasn't going to keel over but it was a thrill that had him gasping for breath a couple times as Zaraki leans his head on his shoulder and close to his neck to be closer to his work.

The tightening in the nobleman's chest was getting far too much, unable to hold things back any longer, turning to the man behind him and kissing him deeply without so much as a thought, almost like being on autopilot. Hands ran down the back of Zaraki's apron while the larger hands gravitated to Mayuri's slender hips. Even if they wanted to part they couldn't, closing their eyes and falling onto the floor as things quickly became more intense.

This felt right and despite his reservations and the difference in class Mayuri, for once in his life, was content and happy and as hands wandered over bodies he found himself smiling genuinely for the first time in years.