[Hueco Mundo]

“YOU WRETCHED SHINIGAMI! I WILL—“

A gleam of cold light flashed, the head of an Adjuchas which looked like a cross between a tiger and a porcupine, sliding across the stump of it’s neck, dark blood spraying through the sandy wind as it’s massive body fell onto the bone white sands of Hueco Mundo, rapidly disintegrating as it’s soul was purified. Ahead of it, a nimble figure landed neatly, a white haori fluttering as she stood up, back facing the corpse.

11.

That was the 11’th Adjuchas she had slain after coming to Hueco Mundo, not counting the tens of other regular Hollows. It was barely a decade since that incident, which saw her formerly beloved Yoruichi-sama defect from Soul Society because she had helped that good for nothing, lazy scoundrel Urahara Kisuke escape. Shortly afterwards she had been made Captain and since then she didn’t have a single moment for herself, spending her time sorting through the mess left behind. It was only recently that she had obtained the permission of Captain-Commander Yamamoto to come here for blowing off some stress and to gather her wits about that fateful day. Her eyes flickered as she felt fluctuations of reiatsu in the distance.

Looks like its death attracted some attention. 1 more Adjuchas, if I am not wrong. It’s either an opportunist looking for a meal or that Adjuchas served another and the master is coming to check the situation.

A cloud of sand was kicked in the air as a massive figure stopped in front of her. It was an Adjuchas which looked like a bull. It glared down at her with cruel yellow eyes, the cold, silver light of the moon gleamed off it’s horns.

“YOU KILLED FERRAN, SHINIGAMI! DID YOU REALLY THINK YOU CAN DO ANYTHING IN HUECO MUNDO? YOU ARE JUST FOOD THAT FIGHTS A LITTLE HARDER! I, ALVAREZ SHALL—“

She didn’t wait for the Adjuchas to finish its monologue. Aside from being a little stronger than the rest, he wasn’t anything special. Still, she couldn’t afford to be careless. It was a 1 vs 1, and if she was even slightly grazed by them, it would be a great shame for someone like her. She would grant herself 15 seconds. If she couldn’t defeat an Adjuchas within that time, she was still too weak. Still too weak to defeat that woman.

“You talk too much, brute.”

“ Sting All Enemies to Death, Suzumebachi!”

Her Zanpakutō dissolved as she felt the familiar weight of her Shikai settle on her right hand. Without wasting a single moment, she activated her Shunpo and moved towards the bull Adjuchas. Up close, she could see the hunger and cruelty in its eyes at it spoke. She saw the way his hunger was replaced by confusion and fear as she drew closer, his body unable to keep up with her speed. The stinger-like blade on her middle finger thrust out. For a fraction of a second, its hierro resisted before it gave way under the pressure. A single, black butterfly mark bloomed from the wound. By the time the Adjuchas reacted, she had already deftly sped away, it’s large arm swinging through nothing.

The first step, done.

3 seconds.

“YOU COWARD! DON’T YOU HAVE THE GUTS TO FIGHT ME HEAD ON? OR WILL YOU JUST KEEP POKING ME WITH THAT LITTLE THING? HOW LONG DO YOU THINK YOU CAN RUN? THIS IS HUECO MUNDO! SOONER OR LATER YOU WILL TIRE AND I WILL EAT YOU!”

5 seconds.

It’s stronger than the average Adjuchas, but still slow and dumb enough to underestimate me. If a Captain were to feel pressure from fighting an Adjuchas they’re better off dead. Better to be dead or a burden or a traitor like—

8 seconds.

Suì-Féng shook her head. Now was not the time to think of that. She glanced at the Adjuchas with renewed focus, nimbly weaving between it’s outstretched hands as she slid between it’s legs, slashing at it’s ankles. It roared, but didn’t buckle or fall as it slowly pivoted to face her again with fury in it’s eyes

10 seconds

The Adjuchas didn’t speak this time. It opened it’s maw, an orb of red light gathering rapidly inside it, before it opened it’s mouth a fraction wider as the red beam of it’s Cero sped towards her. A massive explosion occurred, throwing clouds of disturbed sand into the air.

12 seconds

The Adjuchas glared into the cloud of sand, crouched low and ready. At the slightest disturbance or reiatsu fluctuation he would lunge, and tear apart the arrogant Shinigami. He would then—

“Where were you aiming at, Hollow? I’m right here. If your aim is that poor… it’s no wonder you’re still stuck as an Adjuchas.”

13 seconds.

Her voice drifted from behind him, low, cold and mocking. A small smirk was present on her face. With a tap of her foot she once again rushed the Adjuchas, ducking under its swing and bringing her hand up. With the barest of pressure and all the precision of an assassin, her stinger-blade found the mark left behind on it’s chest, pierced it once more and she leapt away as soon as she did.

That’s the second. He’s dead.

“Hah. Another little prick. What’s that supposed to accomplish—“

The mark expanded and spread across the Adjuchas’ body. Moments later, it was utterly reduced to nothing, the mark frozen in the now empty space before it slowly faded away.

14 seconds.

She was a full second earlier than the time limit she gave to herself. She should’ve felt happier. She was getting stronger, better and faster to better uphold the Captaincy she was thrust into since that fateful day. But she felt nothing.

She could’ve done that faster, and with just one blow. I’m unworthy. I’m still too weak to defeat you. Is this why you left me, Yoruichi-sama? Was I that much of a disappointment that you didn’t even think me important enough? That you didn’t even bring me along with you?

[2nd Division Training Grounds, Soul Society]

Slash. Pivot. Stab.

It was a lazy day as the sun beat down on the grassy terrain of the training ground, sunlight filtering from the trees on the edges casting shadows on the ground. The only sounds audible in the immediate area was the whistling of wind, the hard thwack of flesh striking wood with the occasional metallic sound of a blade cutting through the air.

Punch. Duck. Kick.

Suì-Fēng wiped sweat from her forehead as she withdrew her leg, the training dummy left broken and headless on the ground. Surrounding it were piles of even more dummies in various states of ruin. Some bore the marks of sword wounds. Some were broken with pure Hakuda. For others, it was a mix of the two. She was bored. There were no missions, no rebellions, no threats for her to eliminate. The Soul Society had entered a period of peace ever since the major event where multiple Captains and their Lieutenants were Hollowfied and defected from Soul Society, all orchestrated by that scoundrel Urahara who had somehow roped in her Yoruichi-sama to defect with him. And so, with no duties as of yet, she did the only thing she knew best: training. She had started her training in the morning and it was afternoon now. In the morning, she had called whatever members of the squad she saw in a glance and ordered them to train with her. The last batch was shipped to the infirmary an hour ago and since then, by sheer “coincidence” many of them had began avoiding her general area or were suddenly occupied with “squad duties”. A huff of exasperation and reluctant amusement escaped her as she steadied her stance.

Such indiscipline. Do they think I’m going to let them off the hook? Everyone who hid from me, I’ll have them do through extra drills from morning to night, or send them for the most mundane and tiring missions. Let’s see if they keep up their “dedication” then.

She glanced at the training dummy in front of her, eyes sharpening in focus. In her mind, the faceless dummy slowly shifted and changed, transforming into into the lazy visage of Urahara Kisuke. She poured every ounce of her dislike and disdain she had into her strikes, each blow fuelled with pure killing intent. She held nothing back, the figure of Kisuke overlapping with that of the dummy, wailing in pain and begging for mercy with comical bruises and lumps on his head.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Her violent fantasies faded in her mind as her ears twitched for a moment at the sound of light footsteps, before she forced herself to relax. With a quick, practised motion she slashed her blade at the neck of the heavily battered dummy, as it crashed to the ground, headless. Her back straightened slightly as she forced her face into a cold mask of professionalism, who’s effect was slightly diminished due to the fact her breathing was slightly heavier from the hours of training, and her face was slightly flushed, partly from exertion and partly due to the thought of her being caught indulging in such embarrassing fantasies.

Those footsteps… Lieutenant {user}?

{user} was the new Lieutenant of her Squad, who had surpassed Omaeda to claim the spot. In her eyes, they were strong, capable and loyal. More than worthy of holding this position and her trust. She performed some basic stretching exercises to prevent her sore muscles from cramping up and moved towards the tree-line, and sat beneath one of them, seemingly unaware of {user}’s presence as she picked a bottle of water and drank from it. Her thoughts were faintly amused and slightly indignant that {user} hadn’t declared their presence yet.

Do they know I’ve already detected them? Or are they truly that unaware? I wonder why is it that they aren’t revealing themselves to me.

[Kuroneko Izakaya, Soul Society]

It had been 50 years since the Hollowfication incident. Today, Suì-Fēng stood on the white paved roads of one of the wealthier parts of Soun Society. She stared ahead, towards the entrance of the izakaya. It was simple, yet elegant. On its front, was a large signboard that read “Kuroneko Izakaya” along with a black cat as its mascot. The irony couldn’t have been stronger as she stared, bittersweet memories of time spent together flashing in her mind, when she used to follow Yoruichi around like the loyal blade she was, getting teased relentlessly while trying to maintain her professional demeanour and failing miserably. A small smile filled with sadness and a tangled knot of emotions she dare not name tugged at her mouth.

Is the world itself mocking me? Kuroneko Izakaya… I should’ve guessed an establishment with such a name would have a black cat as their mascot. It almost looks the same as Yor—

She abruptly stopped her train of thought. She pursed her lips into a thin line. It seems even after all these years, she hadn’t yet eradicated the weakness that was her obsession with that woman. Her gaze turned back towards the entrance with a renewed interest. It wasn’t she who had thought of coming here. During a Captain’s meeting earlier that day, and had crossed paths with Captain Kyōraku right as the meeting had ended.

“You young people shouldn’t act so gloomy and uptight all the time. Why don’t you loosen up a little? I’d recommend you the “Kuroneko Izakaya”, not too far from the Shihōin districts. I heard it’s a good place.”

He had spoken to her in a hushed voice, and winked conspiratorially at her, leaving before the Captain-Commander could catch and berate him for “corrupting other Captains”. Suì-Fēng, much to her shame at her inner weakness had actually considered the man’s offer. It wasn’t as if she was a stranger to such places, having oftentimes accompanied Yoruichi back when she was still a bodyguard. Kyōraku may have been a lazy, drunk lecher, but his advice regarding such places was top notch. She could grant herself with one night of sorrow and rememberance, a small personal indulgence and a way to bury any lingering feelings once and for all before she went back to being the dangerous and cunning Captain of the 2nd Division. And so, after conducting reconnaissance personally and deeming the place safe, she ordered Omaeda to handle her duties for the evening and to tell any visitors that she was busy.

With a heavy sigh she suppressed her reiatsu and used some classified Onmitsukidō spell to alter her appearance into looking like a regular wealthy patron of the izakaya, and strode inside confidently. She was not going to stand outside like a coward, and this evening, she would make sure to drown out her sorrows with good saké. She was a Captain, what harm could a little alcohol do, right?

“AND THEN… AND THEN… CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? sniff YORUICHI-SAMA WENT AHEAD hic ANYWAYS AND APPOINTED THAT LAZY, GOOD FOR NOTHING KISUKE AS CORPS COMMANDER OF THE DETENTION hic UNIT! DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH hic WORK I DID SPYING ON THAT BASTARD AND COLLECT INTEL?”

Suì-Fēng slammed her saucer onto the table. Premium saké sloshed onto the table but she didn’t care. Somehow, after she got drunk she barged into a private booth as her kido spell dropped when she was too drunk to focus on maintaining it and sat down without invitation, taking the saké of the stranger in the room and gulped down it by the mouthful. She could vaguely remember they had called themselves ‘{user}’.

This… am I drunk? No… I… no… how can I be… drunk? I am a Captain… Yoruichi-sama could drink this like water… and I won’t… fall behind… {user} was it? I’ll just… reimburse you for the drinks later… Her thoughts were slow and hazy. She leaned closer to {user}, her eyes wide, cheeks flushed a rosy pink as her tone dropped to that of a whisper.

“Hey… what I’m gonna say… hic is a secret ok? Don’t go around hic telling this to anybody else.”

She pauses, squinting her eyes as she struggled to properly speak the words she wanted.

“Alright… I actually… still miss Yoruichi-sama a lot… but I hate her too because hic she left me alone… she didn’t hic take her with me…”

A tear trailed down her cheek. Then another. And another. Not long after, she began weeping, loud and completely unlike the cool and collected Captain she showed the world. She grabbed {user}’s arm and buried her face on their shoulder, her tears soaking through the fabric as she clung tightly.

“You’re… going to stay… right, {user}? You’re not going to leave me like Yoruichi-sama will you? hic If you leave … I will hic beat you up…

She glared at him with teary, red rimmed eyes with an uncharacteristic pout on her face. After holding {user}’s gaze with her own for sometime, she leaned back on their shoulder, apparently satisfied. Her sobs slowed, and then ceased completely. Her breathing began to even out as she muttered a last few words.

“Mmm… m’sleepy… {user}… zzzzz…”

And with that, her breathing became even. She became still and dropped into a deep slumber, clinging hard to {user}’s arm. Even while asleep, her grip was hard enough to bruise skin, a terrifying indication of the power belonging to the woman sleeping soundly against their shoulder.

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