[Bleach][frat boys universe] two more fics
Aww look at me spamming! This is part of my determination to get fic posted by the time I leave! More frat boys fic here :D I'm afraid these aren't quite as cracktacular as the previous ones, but they're set in the same universe and have the same backstory. One of them is a Yamamoto perspective and the other is a frat boys' version of how Bleach began :)
Anyways, enjoy!
Previous fics in this continuum can be found here! If you're new to this series, I highly recommend starting from the beginning.
Title: Empty Nest
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG
Character: Yamamoto
Word Count: 988
Warnings: SPOILERS PAST CHAPTER 186 OF MANGA/EPISODE 111 OF ANIME.
Summary: Yamamoto thinks back on his five most brilliant students.
Disclaimer: Bleach belongs to Kubo Tite and no copyright infringement was intended by this work of fiction. No profit is being made on my part. Thanks.
Empty Nest
They were the five best and brightest; the stars of the academy, so different and yet so similar. Upon their graduation, Yamamoto immediately promoted all five to full captain. He could already tell by looking in their bright, hopeful eyes that these geniuses would give him hell.
They certainly gave him the most stressful years of his life, but nothing prepared him for the sadness he'd feel when they began to leave, one by one.
First went Kisuke, exiled from a Soul Society that wasn't ready for his experiments, leaving nothing behind. Shihouin Yoruichi disappeared around the same time.
Even though Yamamoto watched the twelfth division fall apart without its leadership, for ten long years he was glad to be rid of his most difficult student. Things began running more smoothly without Urahara Kisuke's pranks causing random chaos, and it wasn't until he saw Kurosaki Isshin and Kyouraku Shunsui forlornly drinking to their absent comrade late one night that Yamamoto realized how much he missed the troublemaker.
These men had been like his sons, but all children eventually flee the nest.
The next to leave was Isshin, with typical Kurosaki flair. Eighty years after Urahara's departure, he burst into Yamamoto's office one bright day in June, eyes shining and cheeks flushed, and breathlessly announced, "Yama-jii, I'm in love."
The silence was deafening, mostly because Yamamoto wasn't sure why this was relevant information, but Isshin slammed both palms down on his desk and grinned widely at him. "She's human!"
"She's human," Yamamoto said flatly. "What about your division?"
"Love only comes once in a lifetime!" Isshin proclaimed, doing an odd little spinning hop. "She's beautiful like an angel! She's everything I ever dreamed of! I have to go to her!"
Yamamoto sighed, but recognized the determination in his student's eyes. Isshin handed in his resignation - doodled on in the margins, of course - and the next day he was gone. Being no fool, Yamamoto knew he'd probably track Kisuke down and have the researcher create a gigai for him, but he couldn't feel betrayed. Instead he called in Aizen Sousuke.
"I hear you've been interested in a promotion for Vice Captain Ichimaru," he said. "A spot has just opened."
Twenty years later, he lost the last three.
Aizen Sousuke, murdered on his own zanpakutou. Before he could even recover from the shock, Shunsui and Jyuushirou challenged him, stopping justice in its tracks and drawing their zanpakutou in a united force. Yamamoto was angry, angrier than he'd ever been before. The past betrayals of his students - who had been like his sons! - came floating back to him and he wondered, vaguely, if events had been different, if Kisuke and Isshin had remained in Soul Society and if Sousuke had lived, would he have been faced with these two angry men? Or would he have had five of them to deal with instead? They left him for silly things like love, they were exiled because they were too stupidly brilliant. They challenged his authority for no reason. Children fly from the nest, he'd always known that, but…
But the greatest betrayal was still to come.
His fifth student, the quiet one. While Shunsui, Kisuke, Jyuushirou, and Isshin had always banded together, drinking and laughing and constantly enjoying their lives, the fifth captain he'd promoted at graduation had always watched from the sidelines with indulgent smiles, rarely joining in. They always tried to include him - ("Sousuke, drink up! Let's see how much sugar Kisuke can eat before he pukes!") - but he never quite fit in, despite their long friendship.
When he was killed, Yamamoto was saddened at the loss.
When he betrayed them all, Yamamoto was furious.
Yamamoto wondered if Kisuke would have seen through Kyouka Suigetsu, if Isshin would have smelled the snake in their mist long before his plans came to fruit. He liked to think that they would have, that they wouldn't have missed what everyone else did. Kisuke and Sousuke were always the smartest of the five, and Isshin was always an excellent judge of character. But the past couldn't be changed, and now his last student was leaving - leaving again - taken away by the Menos Grande, and all Yamamoto could do was think of the graduation ceremony of so long ago, the four of them laughing and Sousuke's indulgent smile, and his own pride at their strength, their courage, and his hopes for the futures of these bright young men.
Before leaving Soukyoku, his eyes lit on a battered orange-haired figure, one of the ryoka who looked oddly like Jyuushirou's vice captain from many years before. There was something familiar about the boy's reaitsu, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
Shunsui moved behind him, and they exchanged a look. It was clear that he was not forgiven; Kuchiki was one of Jyuushirou's precious subordinates, and Shunsui would never forgive anyone for hurting the other man.
"I just found out his name," he said quietly. "I thought you'd want to know."
Yamamoto waited, quietly. Something was weighing on Shunsui's mind if he could speak of something as trivial as a ryoka's name after Sousuke's betrayal.
"That orange-haired shinigami's name is Kurosaki Ichigo," he murmured, then walked back off towards Jyuushirou. Yamamoto felt his eyes widen and slowly turned his head, staring at the angry young man demanding that Kuchiki's wounds be healed at once.
Kurosaki Ichigo.
Kurosaki.
"I'm in love!"
Isshin's son.
Yamamoto had lost all of his students. Shunsui and Jyuushirou were still around, but neither would trust him anymore, and Sousuke had committed the greatest betrayal of all. But somewhere out there was a half-shinigami, half-human boy, angry and powerful, with enough reaitsu to stun an ox and very little control. A boy who achieved bankai in three days, a boy who could very well grow up to defeat Aizen Sousuke.
Yamamoto wondered if perhaps it was time he trained up a new generation of geniuses.
Title: Starting Over
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG
Characters: Isshin, Urahara
Word Count: 1,186
Warnings: SPOILERS PAST CHAPTER 186 OF MANGA/EPISODE 111 OF ANIME.
Summary: Suddenly parenting seems even more terrifying.
Same disclaimer as above applies.
Starting Over
The night Urahara Kisuke felt reiatsu flare over Karakura Town for the first time in many years, he knew everything was about to change. He'd sensed the shinigami girl earlier that day, but this power was huge, was captain-level, and felt distinctly familiar. He'd had a talk with Isshin when he'd accepted his gigai, and told him there was a slight chance he wouldn't be able to regain shinigami form. What would have prompted him to risk it?
Not surprisingly, Isshin showed up at the store a half hour later, clothes caked with blood and a shocked expression on his face.
"Kisuke," he said. "I need to talk to you."
They sat down on the tatami mats in the main room of the store, facing each other, with serious expressions rarely seen on either face. Kisuke poured them both tea and hoped Isshin's family was okay - he'd watched them from a distance on occasion, especially after Masaki's death. The two adorable girls, Karin and Yuzu, and the boy, Ichigo. All three had incredible amounts of reiatsu, and Kisuke didn't know what to do about them - there'd never been half-human, half-shinigami in the world as far as he'd known.
"Kisuke," Isshin said again. "My son. Ichigo. He's…he turned into a shinigami tonight."
Urahara choked on his tea, but tried to school his expression to hide his surprise. "Did he?" The captain-level reiatsu had been his son?
"I figured you'd know." Isshin settled back on his hands, sighed loudly, and looked at the ceiling. "I never thought they'd have to deal with my burden, you know. I figured since they were half human, none of them would inherit my powers." He frowned. "Apparently I was wrong. Ichigo and Karin both have huge amounts of reiatsu…they take after me in that regard. Kisuke, they're both in danger, and Yuzu isn't exactly a normal human either."
"You knew this was a possibility," Kisuke reminded him, taking another sip of tea. "When Masaki was pregnant with Ichigo, you worried that something would be wrong with him the whole nine months. No one's ever bred shinigami and humans before."
"Always looking at things like a scientist," Isshin grumbled. "I just watched my son slay a Hollow tonight and you're telling me about breeding." He glared at his own tea but didn't take it.
"His reiatsu is captain-level, you know," Kisuke commented offhandedly. "I thought it was you. It felt like yours."
"I wouldn't risk losing the gigai, although when that cute shinigami girl got injured, I thought for a moment I might have to." Isshin frowned again. "I was about to drop the gigai and take care of it myself when she gave her powers to Ichigo."
"She gave her powers to Ichigo?" Kisuke was startled again. Twice in one night - he wasn't sure if he liked that. "So they're not his own."
"He has his own," Isshin replied. "I can feel them, beneath the girl's. It took her strange reiatsu to wake his powers up, but even if he was to lose her powers, he'd be able to retain his shinigami form. I never wanted my children to have this burden. Masaki…she would never forgive me if she knew."
"I didn't think your shinigami powers would be passed down. They're not genetically part of your gigai, but I suppose since the only real part of you here is your soul, perhaps that was passed down like genetics. We know in soul society that parents with strong reiatsu will be much more likely to have children with strong reiatsu, so I suppose it makes sense for humans as well, but no one has ever crossed them before…"
"What do I do?" Isshin groaned, as usual ignoring Kisuke's tangent. "I have a half-shinigami upstart teenager on my hands, who's going to be fighting Hollows. The cute girl they sent lost her powers - she looks familiar. I think she was in Jyuushirou's division, but it's been twenty years. What do I know? Where is she going to go? What if Ichigo gets hormonal? What if he likes her and falls in love and has three-fourths shinigami babies? WHAT DO I DO?"
"Calm down and drink your tea," Kisuke said promptly. "Ichigo falling in love with a shinigami girl is probably the least of your problems at this point."
Isshin frowned and thunked his head on the table. "I know. But what if I have to train him? I don't want him to know who I am, Kisuke. It would seriously disrupt our beautiful father-son relationship!" He practically sparkled with enthusiasm and Kisuke felt bad for him.
"Then don’t tell him. If the girl was part of Jyuushirou's squad, she's been taught to clean up her mistakes. She'll probably train him for you, and I'll see if I can find wherever she's hidden and offer her a gigai to give her more incentive to stay. You need to go back home and get some rest. I'm sure she's looking for you so she can plant some false memories, so just play along."
"She already did!" Isshin said brightly. "Apparently a truck crashed into our home. Such a cute, creative girl! Perfect for my Ichigo-"
"Then go sleep. The best you can do is keep an eye on him. I'll be here giving the girl guidance as well. Between the two of us, there's no way we can screw this up." He gave Isshin one of his famous carefree smiles and Isshin smiled back, suddenly back to normal. "We still on for Friday?"
"WE'RE ALWAYS ON FOR FRIDAY!" Isshin shouted enthusiastically. "Now it's time to get my beauty rest! I have a son to kick tomorrow morning!"
When Kisuke looked up from his teacup, he was gone. It was time to go for a walk.
He found her in the street, a petite shinigami girl with black hair. She was weak from her injuries and had very little reiatsu left, which was fine by him - it would make her more receptive to using a gigai until she recovered her strength.
"My name is Urahara Kisuke," he spoke, and she looked up at him with heavy eyes.
"I've heard of you," she whispered. "You were exiled." He smiled cheerfully at her.
"I can offer you a gigai to use until you regain your strength. If you'd like. It will be exhausting for you to train Kurosaki Ichigo without one." The smile never left his face, and he could see her considering the idea. He knew who she would be training, knew the work cut out for this slight girl, and she scowled at him and he laughed. She was tough, like steel, even if she was tiny. "Come back to my store with me, and we'll see what we can find."
For a moment it looked as though she was going to refuse. Then, she nodded slightly, standing shakily and taking the arm he offered her.
"My name is Kuchiki Rukia," she told him. "And I would appreciate a gigai if you're willing to lend me one."
Kisuke was still smiling. "I have just the thing."
All horribly unbetaed because I am lazy, so if you catch any typos or anything, please let me know :D
PS: I am having serious problems with the second LJ cut. WHAT IS GOING ON :O
Anyways, enjoy!
Previous fics in this continuum can be found here! If you're new to this series, I highly recommend starting from the beginning.
Title: Empty Nest
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG
Character: Yamamoto
Word Count: 988
Warnings: SPOILERS PAST CHAPTER 186 OF MANGA/EPISODE 111 OF ANIME.
Summary: Yamamoto thinks back on his five most brilliant students.
Disclaimer: Bleach belongs to Kubo Tite and no copyright infringement was intended by this work of fiction. No profit is being made on my part. Thanks.
Empty Nest
They were the five best and brightest; the stars of the academy, so different and yet so similar. Upon their graduation, Yamamoto immediately promoted all five to full captain. He could already tell by looking in their bright, hopeful eyes that these geniuses would give him hell.
They certainly gave him the most stressful years of his life, but nothing prepared him for the sadness he'd feel when they began to leave, one by one.
First went Kisuke, exiled from a Soul Society that wasn't ready for his experiments, leaving nothing behind. Shihouin Yoruichi disappeared around the same time.
Even though Yamamoto watched the twelfth division fall apart without its leadership, for ten long years he was glad to be rid of his most difficult student. Things began running more smoothly without Urahara Kisuke's pranks causing random chaos, and it wasn't until he saw Kurosaki Isshin and Kyouraku Shunsui forlornly drinking to their absent comrade late one night that Yamamoto realized how much he missed the troublemaker.
These men had been like his sons, but all children eventually flee the nest.
The next to leave was Isshin, with typical Kurosaki flair. Eighty years after Urahara's departure, he burst into Yamamoto's office one bright day in June, eyes shining and cheeks flushed, and breathlessly announced, "Yama-jii, I'm in love."
The silence was deafening, mostly because Yamamoto wasn't sure why this was relevant information, but Isshin slammed both palms down on his desk and grinned widely at him. "She's human!"
"She's human," Yamamoto said flatly. "What about your division?"
"Love only comes once in a lifetime!" Isshin proclaimed, doing an odd little spinning hop. "She's beautiful like an angel! She's everything I ever dreamed of! I have to go to her!"
Yamamoto sighed, but recognized the determination in his student's eyes. Isshin handed in his resignation - doodled on in the margins, of course - and the next day he was gone. Being no fool, Yamamoto knew he'd probably track Kisuke down and have the researcher create a gigai for him, but he couldn't feel betrayed. Instead he called in Aizen Sousuke.
"I hear you've been interested in a promotion for Vice Captain Ichimaru," he said. "A spot has just opened."
Twenty years later, he lost the last three.
Aizen Sousuke, murdered on his own zanpakutou. Before he could even recover from the shock, Shunsui and Jyuushirou challenged him, stopping justice in its tracks and drawing their zanpakutou in a united force. Yamamoto was angry, angrier than he'd ever been before. The past betrayals of his students - who had been like his sons! - came floating back to him and he wondered, vaguely, if events had been different, if Kisuke and Isshin had remained in Soul Society and if Sousuke had lived, would he have been faced with these two angry men? Or would he have had five of them to deal with instead? They left him for silly things like love, they were exiled because they were too stupidly brilliant. They challenged his authority for no reason. Children fly from the nest, he'd always known that, but…
But the greatest betrayal was still to come.
His fifth student, the quiet one. While Shunsui, Kisuke, Jyuushirou, and Isshin had always banded together, drinking and laughing and constantly enjoying their lives, the fifth captain he'd promoted at graduation had always watched from the sidelines with indulgent smiles, rarely joining in. They always tried to include him - ("Sousuke, drink up! Let's see how much sugar Kisuke can eat before he pukes!") - but he never quite fit in, despite their long friendship.
When he was killed, Yamamoto was saddened at the loss.
When he betrayed them all, Yamamoto was furious.
Yamamoto wondered if Kisuke would have seen through Kyouka Suigetsu, if Isshin would have smelled the snake in their mist long before his plans came to fruit. He liked to think that they would have, that they wouldn't have missed what everyone else did. Kisuke and Sousuke were always the smartest of the five, and Isshin was always an excellent judge of character. But the past couldn't be changed, and now his last student was leaving - leaving again - taken away by the Menos Grande, and all Yamamoto could do was think of the graduation ceremony of so long ago, the four of them laughing and Sousuke's indulgent smile, and his own pride at their strength, their courage, and his hopes for the futures of these bright young men.
Before leaving Soukyoku, his eyes lit on a battered orange-haired figure, one of the ryoka who looked oddly like Jyuushirou's vice captain from many years before. There was something familiar about the boy's reaitsu, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
Shunsui moved behind him, and they exchanged a look. It was clear that he was not forgiven; Kuchiki was one of Jyuushirou's precious subordinates, and Shunsui would never forgive anyone for hurting the other man.
"I just found out his name," he said quietly. "I thought you'd want to know."
Yamamoto waited, quietly. Something was weighing on Shunsui's mind if he could speak of something as trivial as a ryoka's name after Sousuke's betrayal.
"That orange-haired shinigami's name is Kurosaki Ichigo," he murmured, then walked back off towards Jyuushirou. Yamamoto felt his eyes widen and slowly turned his head, staring at the angry young man demanding that Kuchiki's wounds be healed at once.
Kurosaki Ichigo.
Kurosaki.
"I'm in love!"
Isshin's son.
Yamamoto had lost all of his students. Shunsui and Jyuushirou were still around, but neither would trust him anymore, and Sousuke had committed the greatest betrayal of all. But somewhere out there was a half-shinigami, half-human boy, angry and powerful, with enough reaitsu to stun an ox and very little control. A boy who achieved bankai in three days, a boy who could very well grow up to defeat Aizen Sousuke.
Yamamoto wondered if perhaps it was time he trained up a new generation of geniuses.
Title: Starting Over
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG
Characters: Isshin, Urahara
Word Count: 1,186
Warnings: SPOILERS PAST CHAPTER 186 OF MANGA/EPISODE 111 OF ANIME.
Summary: Suddenly parenting seems even more terrifying.
Same disclaimer as above applies.
Starting Over
The night Urahara Kisuke felt reiatsu flare over Karakura Town for the first time in many years, he knew everything was about to change. He'd sensed the shinigami girl earlier that day, but this power was huge, was captain-level, and felt distinctly familiar. He'd had a talk with Isshin when he'd accepted his gigai, and told him there was a slight chance he wouldn't be able to regain shinigami form. What would have prompted him to risk it?
Not surprisingly, Isshin showed up at the store a half hour later, clothes caked with blood and a shocked expression on his face.
"Kisuke," he said. "I need to talk to you."
They sat down on the tatami mats in the main room of the store, facing each other, with serious expressions rarely seen on either face. Kisuke poured them both tea and hoped Isshin's family was okay - he'd watched them from a distance on occasion, especially after Masaki's death. The two adorable girls, Karin and Yuzu, and the boy, Ichigo. All three had incredible amounts of reiatsu, and Kisuke didn't know what to do about them - there'd never been half-human, half-shinigami in the world as far as he'd known.
"Kisuke," Isshin said again. "My son. Ichigo. He's…he turned into a shinigami tonight."
Urahara choked on his tea, but tried to school his expression to hide his surprise. "Did he?" The captain-level reiatsu had been his son?
"I figured you'd know." Isshin settled back on his hands, sighed loudly, and looked at the ceiling. "I never thought they'd have to deal with my burden, you know. I figured since they were half human, none of them would inherit my powers." He frowned. "Apparently I was wrong. Ichigo and Karin both have huge amounts of reiatsu…they take after me in that regard. Kisuke, they're both in danger, and Yuzu isn't exactly a normal human either."
"You knew this was a possibility," Kisuke reminded him, taking another sip of tea. "When Masaki was pregnant with Ichigo, you worried that something would be wrong with him the whole nine months. No one's ever bred shinigami and humans before."
"Always looking at things like a scientist," Isshin grumbled. "I just watched my son slay a Hollow tonight and you're telling me about breeding." He glared at his own tea but didn't take it.
"His reiatsu is captain-level, you know," Kisuke commented offhandedly. "I thought it was you. It felt like yours."
"I wouldn't risk losing the gigai, although when that cute shinigami girl got injured, I thought for a moment I might have to." Isshin frowned again. "I was about to drop the gigai and take care of it myself when she gave her powers to Ichigo."
"She gave her powers to Ichigo?" Kisuke was startled again. Twice in one night - he wasn't sure if he liked that. "So they're not his own."
"He has his own," Isshin replied. "I can feel them, beneath the girl's. It took her strange reiatsu to wake his powers up, but even if he was to lose her powers, he'd be able to retain his shinigami form. I never wanted my children to have this burden. Masaki…she would never forgive me if she knew."
"I didn't think your shinigami powers would be passed down. They're not genetically part of your gigai, but I suppose since the only real part of you here is your soul, perhaps that was passed down like genetics. We know in soul society that parents with strong reiatsu will be much more likely to have children with strong reiatsu, so I suppose it makes sense for humans as well, but no one has ever crossed them before…"
"What do I do?" Isshin groaned, as usual ignoring Kisuke's tangent. "I have a half-shinigami upstart teenager on my hands, who's going to be fighting Hollows. The cute girl they sent lost her powers - she looks familiar. I think she was in Jyuushirou's division, but it's been twenty years. What do I know? Where is she going to go? What if Ichigo gets hormonal? What if he likes her and falls in love and has three-fourths shinigami babies? WHAT DO I DO?"
"Calm down and drink your tea," Kisuke said promptly. "Ichigo falling in love with a shinigami girl is probably the least of your problems at this point."
Isshin frowned and thunked his head on the table. "I know. But what if I have to train him? I don't want him to know who I am, Kisuke. It would seriously disrupt our beautiful father-son relationship!" He practically sparkled with enthusiasm and Kisuke felt bad for him.
"Then don’t tell him. If the girl was part of Jyuushirou's squad, she's been taught to clean up her mistakes. She'll probably train him for you, and I'll see if I can find wherever she's hidden and offer her a gigai to give her more incentive to stay. You need to go back home and get some rest. I'm sure she's looking for you so she can plant some false memories, so just play along."
"She already did!" Isshin said brightly. "Apparently a truck crashed into our home. Such a cute, creative girl! Perfect for my Ichigo-"
"Then go sleep. The best you can do is keep an eye on him. I'll be here giving the girl guidance as well. Between the two of us, there's no way we can screw this up." He gave Isshin one of his famous carefree smiles and Isshin smiled back, suddenly back to normal. "We still on for Friday?"
"WE'RE ALWAYS ON FOR FRIDAY!" Isshin shouted enthusiastically. "Now it's time to get my beauty rest! I have a son to kick tomorrow morning!"
When Kisuke looked up from his teacup, he was gone. It was time to go for a walk.
He found her in the street, a petite shinigami girl with black hair. She was weak from her injuries and had very little reiatsu left, which was fine by him - it would make her more receptive to using a gigai until she recovered her strength.
"My name is Urahara Kisuke," he spoke, and she looked up at him with heavy eyes.
"I've heard of you," she whispered. "You were exiled." He smiled cheerfully at her.
"I can offer you a gigai to use until you regain your strength. If you'd like. It will be exhausting for you to train Kurosaki Ichigo without one." The smile never left his face, and he could see her considering the idea. He knew who she would be training, knew the work cut out for this slight girl, and she scowled at him and he laughed. She was tough, like steel, even if she was tiny. "Come back to my store with me, and we'll see what we can find."
For a moment it looked as though she was going to refuse. Then, she nodded slightly, standing shakily and taking the arm he offered her.
"My name is Kuchiki Rukia," she told him. "And I would appreciate a gigai if you're willing to lend me one."
Kisuke was still smiling. "I have just the thing."
All horribly unbetaed because I am lazy, so if you catch any typos or anything, please let me know :D
PS: I am having serious problems with the second LJ cut. WHAT IS GOING ON :O