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Post by Ikkaku Madarame on Oct 30, 2016 22:00:28 GMT -6
Filler Arc - Pass the Post Halloween Challenge (Part 12 of 13)
"Fact or Fiction": Ikkaku growled, glaring at the paperwork set out before him. How was it that he was the third seat, yet he was stuck, yet again, with the paperwork? Oh, right. Because that damned frilly peacock had tricked him once more. He swirled the ink around the brush and slammed it down a piece of paper. Why was it numbers again, too? Well, he wasn’t going to back down. He never backed down. He started to carefully set up the numbers on the official sheets, raising his eyebrow at the amount of money going into yet another dojo repair. “Are they increasing the rate of pay for that?” he wondered. The door creaked open. “If you interrupt me now, I swear I’ll kill you,” he snarled. “I’m already missing Madame Sashi’s big opening event for the evening. I am NOT going to miss anything else because you made me start over.” “Baldy’s the one left behind?” came a small petulant voice. Ikkaku raised his head. “Yachiru, what are you dragging behind you?” Yachiru’s face screwed up and she hugged the large bundle to herself. “This aint good. I like Baldy.” Ikkaku rolled his eyes. “If you are hungry, bug someone else. I’ve got my hands full.” Yachiru’s shadow filled the room as she walked deeper into the still room. “But, Baldy, you’re the only one left. We used the other ones.” “Other ones?” he muttered, hoping talking would satisfy her. “Yep, we already used the people who didn’t leave in our own celebration. Ken-nii and myself. They’re all ruined by now.” She sat down on the desk by his work. “It’s too bad Ken-nii used up the last one. I did like you.” She yanked at her bundle and sighed. “It’s getting heavy.” She swung it around. Spraying red ink all over his paperwork. “YOU LITTLE RUGR-” Yachiru hugged the bloody head of Yoshiro Sakie to herself. “But now I gotta break you or Ken-nii won’t be happy. We really can’t have that.” Ikkaku was frozen. He couldn’t move. Even as she raised a cleaver with her other hand. “Don’t worry, Baldy, I’ll tell Ken-nii not to throw your head.” Ikkaku sprang from the chair he’d fallen asleep in and spun around looking around the darkened room. Nothing. “Fucking dream…” He rubbed at his head. “Baldy,” he turned very slowly, and Yachiru held up something. “I broke my dollie~” It was a head. Yumichika was adjusting the shoulders of his new kimono for the big night when a scream rent the air and he was knocked over into the red ink by someone. “I am going to kill them…” he glowered. “Do you have any idea how much this kind of silk - Ikkaku?” “I can’t watch her ever again, Yumi. She’s a monster and she’s going to kill us.” He raised his head and screamed again. “What the hell-” He looked down at himself, to the red ink pouring down his middle and the prop knife protruding from his belly. “It’s just makeup, Baldy.” But he had already fainted. “What got in your sake?” He turned around to salvage his perfect costume. And didn’t see the knife forming in the shadows. "Trick or Treat~"
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Post by Captain Kenpachi Zaraki on Jan 12, 2017 14:57:27 GMT -6
"Littlest Terror":The quiet of the momentarily hot autumn afternoon was broken by a thud and a man flying out of one of the three dojos. Kenpachi's head peaked out as he ducked and exited after the punk he was pummeling - or training. "Get up," he ordered. As the member of his division started to haul his aching body upwards, Kenpachi tilted his head, twisting a finger in his ear and moving it this way and that. "You need more lessons, but the usual way is boring. I think it's time to throw you. There's Fourth Division if you lose consciousness." He flicked the earwax to the ground and stood tall, grinning widely. "This will be fun, won't it, worm?" The man straightened, a big bruise on his chest. "YES, SIR!" Kenpachi chuckled. In spite of two of his best men taking leave much too often, it was still good here. He threw back his fist.
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Post by Ayano on Jan 12, 2017 15:10:11 GMT -6
In Kenpachi's mid-swing he stopped as Ayano appeared by the dojo. She was holding the infant of the captain, Kenpachi Zaraki. The infant was wrapped in a solid white blanket trimmed in gold. The captain released the man letting him drop to the ground as he turned toward her.
Ayano smiled and stepped toward him. "Would you like to meet your daughter?"
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Post by Captain Kenpachi Zaraki on Jan 12, 2017 15:28:52 GMT -6
Kenpachi blinked a few times and then smirked, his eye whirling. He stepped forwards as other members of his division crowded around at a safe distance. "Well, come on then~" he replied. "Let's see if the product is as good as her mommy." He leaned down and then leaned back. "That tiny thing is going to beat Aizen's beasts?! Are you crazy? She's a ball of fluff. That's not what I wanted."
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Post by Ayano on Jan 12, 2017 15:33:53 GMT -6
Ayano and a few others in his division chuckled softly at his words. "She is still a baby." She started to hand her off to him. "One that still needs a name. Daddy~" She helped him with his arm positioning as he now cradled his daughter in his arms. She looked on at him as he gazed at the bundle of beauty he held in his arms.
"Well? Do you have any ideas of what you want to name her?"
Kenpachi tilted his head the other way. "I'm supposed to do that, too?" he asked. When others giggled at him, including his hot lover, he looked back at the tiny thing in his arms. "She better not break, or I'll be really upset."
Ayano smiled bright at him. "Just don't throw her or treat her like you do your squad members and everything will be fine." The infant wiggled and stretched out as Kenpachi went stiff the look on his face was as scrunched up as the infants, only his lips did not pucker.
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Post by Captain Kenpachi Zaraki on Jan 12, 2017 15:59:08 GMT -6
As the baby started to fuss, he tried to stay still, not sure what to do, but the 'thing' kept moving. He looked to his lover with a question on his lips when he felt the majority of the fluff slip off his arms.
Eyes wide, he fumbled to stop, catch, not harm the strange thing, called a baby, and finally ended up with a foot in his hand. Ayano caught the blanket, but he didn't notice. The baby, a wrap around her bottom, looked up at him with dark eyes, and he looked back, eyes narrowing in consideration of all the trouble this one was going to be. There wasn't anything on her body but soft skin.
His face wrinkled. "She's weak as hell," he grunted, lifting her up by her foot to eye level. "You telling me this thing is going to grow into a dangerous thing?" Still confused and mildly annoyed, he shook the kid.
And the baby started giggling and swinging her arms.
"Hmmm..." the giant captain murmured, now swinging her from side to side as she hummed and kicked, "this one's fearless." He grinned and poked her tummy, chuckling as his daughter grabbed the appendage and stuck it in her mouth. "Do you like that, Retsu?" he cooed.
Everyone in the division looked to each other at the new tone in their king's voice.
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Post by Ayano on Jan 12, 2017 16:08:53 GMT -6
Ayano shook her head and lifted the infant up wrapping her back in the blanket. "And do try to be a little more gentle for a few more weeks. She might grow faster and be stronger than most, but she is still an infant for now." She then placed the infant back in his arms, looking up at him, "Why Retsu, Kenpachi?"
The captain grinned. "Only one female name that's strong enough for my kid that I know of, so that's the one she'll have."
Ayano smiled brightly as she looked down at their daughter. "Hello, Retsu Zaraki, welcome to your new home." She cooed and blew a few bubbles as she started to giggle and kick in her father's arms. Ayano looked back to Kenpachi and smiled. "I think she likes it."
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Post by Captain Kenpachi Zaraki on Jan 12, 2017 16:27:08 GMT -6
Kenpachi laughed and bared his teeth in a wide smirk. "Well, she better like it. I don't know any others. And I'm the boss until she can kick me around as you claim." He looked down at his kid, adjusting his grip so she didn't fall out of his arms again when she wiggled towards the edge. "Grow up fast, Retsu. Cute's nice for some, but it won't keep your Daddy~ interested for too long."
As the division around him laughed at that, Retsu blew a soft raspberry and yawned.
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Post by Ayano on Jan 12, 2017 16:32:42 GMT -6
Ayano looked around at the squad members then back to Kenpachi. "I will be staying here until she is fully grown and trained in her godly ways. The Soul Reaper training will be up to you and anyone else you feel is fit in training her."
She looked around again. "Is there an area or place you have open for me to stay with Retsu during this duration?"
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Post by Captain Kenpachi Zaraki on Jan 12, 2017 16:40:40 GMT -6
Kenpachi's face scrunched up. Tucking his child against his chest with one arm and scratching at his head with the other, he pondered that particular question in silence for a few minutes. "You're making this complicated, hot stuff..." he muttered. When she only gave him a look, he turned around and pointed at the nearest group of men. "You, clear out two rooms in the barracks. Double up those beds and move the office from its place to there." He pointed to a few girls. "You give up some stuff and clean out the area left behind for my kid and her mommy. Got it?"
The groups nodded and scurried off.
He looked to the goddess. "There ya go~"
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Post by Ayano on Jan 12, 2017 17:08:50 GMT -6
Ayano giggled shaking her head. "Thank you, it will only be a few months I will be here. So the space will be freed soon enough." Ayano looked back to Kenpachi as he was looking at his daughter, he was cooing and baby talking her.
Ayano smiled brightly. "Its amazing what a baby can bring out in someone." She looked out at the ones remaining that were crowded around them. A look of confusion on their face. They could not believe that this was their Captain. Ayano could not help but laugh at them, Kenpachi looking up quickly at them from his daughter."Don't you bums have something better to do then stand around and watch me!?" he bellowed at them. "Get to work!!" Ayano watched Retsu as she blinked at her father, still holding tightly to his larger fingers. She did not flinch a bit at his deep tone or gruff voice as he barked out orders at his squad. She was content in his arms and already used to the one she would call father.~END RP~ "Band of Thieves":
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Post by Yumichika Ayasegawa on Sept 12, 2017 15:06:45 GMT -6
"Kill the Boy":
A war cry echoed from the inside of a dojo of the 11th division before it went momentarily silent. Inside, a mass of bodies and poles surged against something underneath them. On the other side, Fifth Seat Yumichika leaned back against the wall near a rack of swords.
Growling issued from the ball. The group on top pushed down and then went flying.
“One layer down,” Yumichika murmured. He closed his eyes and then shunpo’ed to another spot as another body fell against the rack.
“Just one?” he purred, running a hand through his shimmering ebony locks. “Was the challenge too much for you, old fr-?!” He then gawked as the ball surged towards him.
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Post by Ikkaku Madarame on Sept 12, 2017 15:07:49 GMT -6
The bald bandit grinned as he faced the last three of the group. “Not,” he punched one in the face, “at,” then kicked another in the gut, “all!” he crowed, spinning his pole down below. He hooked the man and spun, tossing him into the ceiling for the finish.
“And that’s the lot,” he called behind him, setting his pole against his shoulder. “Now we’ll see which of them get up, won’t we?” He glanced behind him and then back-paddled as the bodies were flung aside and the three-pronged blade of his friend came at his face.
Ikkaku’s eyes narrowed. He locked the wood of his pole into the blade’s hooks and yanked it down.
“Come now, Yumi-kun,” he stated as he continued to stride backwards. “You know I didn’t do anything wrong.”
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Post by Yumichika Ayasegawa on Sept 12, 2017 15:09:07 GMT -6
“You-” the pretty boy huffed, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, “ruined my hair!” He tugged the locked weapons upwards and sent a lick of kido flame at Ikkaku. “With sweaty, ugly, weak-ass tangle of male flesh! Now stay still and take your punishment!”
“What?” Ikkaku cackled as he darted from side to side in a lazy fashion that made it seem like dancing. “Can’t hit me with your fireworks when your hand is tied?”
Yumichika’s eyes gleamed and a moment later, his blade returned to its sealed form and slashed his friend’s forehead. “I don’t need Kido to make you pay if it matters enough.” He took a step back and braced himself as Ikkaku’s pole came up to block his next move. “I wonder how long it will take for these sops to get off the ground.”
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Post by Ikkaku Madarame on Sept 12, 2017 15:12:23 GMT -6
Ikkaku laughed as he smirked. “Long enough,” he murmured, tongue moving out to taste the blood sliding down his cheek. He hummed. "Yes, sir, long enough. For me to pound your ass…” his pole slammed down into Yumichika’s foot and then up against his chin, "into the dirt beneath this here dojo!” he hollered, sliding his pole up around his opponent’s neck.
Yumichika vanished in a whoosh of shunpo, his blade shining as it shifted back into its three-pronged menace. “You have to hit harder to do that,” he hissed, spitting bile.
Ikkaku stepped aside at the last minute, his uniform ripping, and punched Yumichika right in the face.
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