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she was making her way back to the tenth division when kaien found her, nearly startling her as it has been some time since they had seen one another but she quickly composed herself with a bright smile.

Questions only starters

Behold the princess of Las Noches, ⸻

watching like a statue by a pillar in the shadows of the white halls. He came here once the Lord officially took the throne, but he was unexpected [ she was not the one for surprises ]. Her father says he was an ally, but his words only go as deep as her clothes. She was never the one to trust words alone, nor acts. Not in her bloodline.

So she looks at him with a silent scrutiny. He wasn't a Hollow & official engagements with Soul Reapers (that weren't to silently kill & devour) didn't go past the three she knew. Hence - she kept her distance. But those eyes were picking him apart to try to sniff out anything. She had been watching him since the they all came here

❝ I'm watching. ❞ she says, her voice low & a croak. It sounded like a roll of soft thunder. ❝ the lord has usually announced his alliances to me befrehand. ❞ Usually.. but Sosuke's business within the Serietei wasn't to Akari's knowledge.

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                 “Wha—no?”

No was clearly the wrong answer. 

                      “I have plans! I have plans!”

One second, he’s enjoying the rare luxury of sleeping in. The next, his front door is being kicked open hard enough to rattle it on the hinges, Kaien already halfway inside like breaking and entering is the most normal thing in the world. Completely rational behavior. 

With the exact same energy as Ichigo's old man.

Loud. Uninvited. Completely impossible to stop. A fucking tidal wave in person form.

Which is exactly why Ichigo never gives his old man the address to his apartment.

That obviously wasn’t stopping Kaien. 

                    “How’d—How'd you find me!?” 

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             “WHOA!” 

Nope. Fuck no.

Ichigo jerks sideways, barely missing that splatter. For one horrible second, he’s caught between blocking with Zangetsu’s flat, and the deeply instinctive need to keep whatever the hell that shit is as far away from himself, and anything he’s touching, as possible.

The glob splatters against the concrete with a thick, wet slap. Then immediately starts bubbling and eating through it. 

       Gross. 

He makes a face. It smells as bad as it looks. 

Ichigo stabs his sword toward the next tick Hollow climbing up the building wall. 

         “What the fuck is that!? You’re sick! Exploding asses? Who’s bright idea was it to give a Hollow an exploding ass and then fill it with juice!?” He inches back as its rear half starts to shake and swell. “No. What?? What the hell?? Why? I didn’t even come at you!” 

       And seriously.

How many of these damn things were there? He can’t even get close. Instead he’s stuck provoking them, then playing dodge-ass when they pop like nasty little liquid-filled balloons.

That yell pierces the night. 

Ichigo freezes, head snapping upward as a long staff comes into sight, blade carving neatly through the next Hollow’s thorax before it can so much as clench.

He blinks. 

             Huh…? 

The words earn a slight, reflexive flinch before confusion takes over.

      He’s the one being loud??

            Just who the hell is this guy?

Swooping in. Taking over his fight. What the hell!? Bad. Bad etiquette. 

           “Uh— hey.” Ichigo lifts a hand, frowning. “No. No thanks. I’ve got this. I don’t need any help.”

Weird. He never thought he’d complain about one of the local rookies coming in and actually doing their job. 

But why didn’t they ever tell anyone stationed here about him? At least this guy looks like he knows what he’s doing. Better than the last batch. Still. He just interrupted what was shaping up to be a really satisfying finishing blow from as far away as possible.

Though… actually. 

This guy’s trident weapon has decent reach... It should let him get some distance from that mess when he pokes them. And if he’s volunteering—Ichigo’s not about to turn down an overeager coworker wandering into his worst shift ever.

At least these Shinigami get paid to deal with this shit. 

He points over the guy’s shoulder.

              “Think there’s another one behind you somewhere. Might wanna hurry. Looked like it was laying eggs or something.”

Ichigo starts edging backward with all the courage of a man absolutely prepared to clock out early.

        “Good luck, buddy.” 

He gives the newbie a thumbs up and his most—hopefully—reassuring smile. 

                  “I believe in you.”