#personally? I think I'm just gonna send her on a mission with her old squad that now work with Rex

[moonstone-blues]

Having a Bad Batch Jedi OC is all fun and games until you have to find a way to get rid of them starting from season 3 episode 6 because they can just explain what an M count means and get rid of a lot of conflict. 😭

[fixfoxnox]

please please please PLEASE tell us more about Jackson!! Since he's close to his grandma, did he pick up knitting from her? They sound like they hung out together a lot.

ILY GUYS SO MUCH FOR ASKING ABOUT JACKSON

Paul Jackson HC's Because He:

Absolutely picked up knitting from his grandma!!

He used to hold the yarn for her while they would sit on the porch together. She let him talk to her about his old like while she was knitting

Eventually he asked to learn and she started teaching him

He's, admittedly, not that great at it, but he can make a mean ass pair of gloves

She also taught him embroidery/sewing which he picked up a lot better

I like to imagine that when he and Roach were on their squad together, someone would rip something or get a tear in their clothes and they would immediately bring it to Jackson for fixing

He'd do this big huffing and puffing thing about it and make them give him their desert at dinner for payment, but secretly he liked having something to do with his hands

Roach is the only person to ever call him out on it

Struggles with sudden/loud noises because of the nuke from his first life. Usually has headphones in or earplugs in to help with the noises

Absolutely had a Barrack Bunny phase in his first life. He'd slept with nearly everyone on his squad at one point or another

Didn't in his new life, primarily because the only team member he thought was hot when he first joined was Griggs and, unfortunately, he knew the man was straight

Had his sights on Roach the moment he was put on the team. Like literally was introduced to him and went "Friend shaped :)" and that was that

Notorious for fucking up homophobic members of the squads during training

Like genuinely got to a point where Griggs was literally vetting people coming onto the squad because if he didn't and they said one thing off Jackson would be sending them on leave with an "accidental" broken arm or nose

Never got in trouble for it because none of the other members of the squad were gonna say shit when he was doing it for a good reason

Freaks out anytime he hears Roach call him Paul because, even though its his name, he's gotten so used to just being called Jackson by the man

Jokingly gave Roach his nickname, only meant it as a one time joke when he said it, but he saw the way that Roach's face lit up at the nickname so he kept using it

Terrified of bugs/worms, Roach knows this and used to pick up worms to show him

Anytime there was a bug in the barracks Jackson was on his bed yelling for Roach to get the thing

"ROACH ROACH GET IT OH MY GOD. Thank fu-DONT BRING IT OVER HERE! NO!"

Literally forgets that he was in the military half of the time, especially now that he's back home

"Yeah this guy was talking about how he was military and about how he used to get sent on solo missions. It didn't sound right to me, but what do I know"

"Jackson...literally of course it didn't sound right you were in the military dipshit that shit would never happen"

"Oh yeah, I was wasn't I"

Sleeper Build. Man looks kinda skinny and lanky, but could probably bench press Ghost.

Used to use it to his advantage and literally sling Roach over his shoulder as a joke.

"Well man, I gotta get to training"

"You gonna bring Sanderson with you"

"Naturally"

*literally picks him up and slings him over his shoulder to carry him to training.*

Roach struggled the first few times but eventually just accepted it

He owns his own small gym and works as a personal trainer there now that he isn't in the military. It caters to new people in the gym specifically (but allows anyone in)

His gym has a large population of moms because they all come to some of the classes that he offers cause they think he's hot

He has no idea thats why, he just thinks he's a good teacher

I'm gonna stop for now, but you guys will be getting more Jackson later because HE

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Chapter warning: super short, augst(?), might have grammar errors.

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This is a work of fiction. Characters, character personalities, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Stan Ateez and their hardworking music. <3

[Flashback: nearly a year ago]

Location: unknown

"Damn, it’s locked." Lola stated, banging on the medal door one more time. She tried every thing. "We're trapped, it's no use..." Yeji mumbled. She felt the cold concrete under her rear as she sits down on the freezing stairs. She sighs, running her thoughts on how she got into this mess to begin with.

"So...we're gonna give up?" Lola asked, turning around to face her partner. "Well… the head is dead, the widows are free, which means our mission is... done."

Lola gave Yeji a worrisome expression before joining her on the cold stairs.

"One minute till self destruct. Please head to the escape pods immediately."

Lola sighs and rubs her hands together as if she trying to ease some stress. Her leg bounces up and down, thinking if there another way out of this death situation. Any windows? No we're underground and every gate has been locked so tightly, not even a insect can sneak in.

The two woman took off their black mask to smell the toxic yet fresh air. It smelt of burnt mental, dry dirt, and concrete. The smell of being buried alive.

"...smells like ass..." Lola let out a small snort at Yeji's comment. She smiles up at Yeji while Yeji looked up at her smooth face. Lola unintentionally placed her hand on Yeji's thighs with her palm facing up.

Yeji isn't much of a talker. She's probably the only assassin who takes her job seriously besides Seongwha, Mingi, and Hongjoong. Yet she was here, waiting on her death beside one of most loved person in the squad. Lola. A loveable person. Guess she’s the closest Yeji would ever get to ‘rest in peace’.

"10...9...8...7...6...5..."

"I'm sorry, Yeji," Lola muttered, biting her lip and look up to Yeji while the corner of her eyes began to swell.

"Me…” Yeji swallowed. “…Me..too," Yeji answered grabbing her hand and held it tightly; pressing her forehead against Lola's.

"...3...2...1-"

"This is Bravo 7, every squad has made it out, 4-K is unresponsive. 4-K do you copy?! Over!!" Mingi yelled though his intercom, praying to have a response but received nothing but static on the other end.

His breathing slowed. he felt his heart in his throat. He was thinking the impossible. Killing both Lola and Yeji would be impossible. Both women are strong fighters and a simple mission like this couldn't kill them both. No, not after everything.

Drips of sweat ran down the males face as his palms began to heat up. There was something in his stomach, screaming for him to do something more than to scream into his intercom.

"Don't do this Lola, He's gone so far-" just than, a large explosion occurred. Sending large and small parts of concrete in the air. The helicopter swerved in a attempt to dough the flying dead trap.

"Oh god..." Mingi mumbled as the the underground building blow up to bits. His messy yellow and black hair blows crazy against the strong wind through the black smoke.

"Lieutenant I need to withdraw now! I can't see a thing! The mission is complete, there’s nothing we can do!" Yelled the pilot. Mingi didn't have time response as the pilot swerved the helicopter away from the flaming land.

“Lieutenant what’s your status!? Bravo 7 do you copy!?” Mingi could only watch the flame grow smaller as two of his partners go up in flames. With no response or last words.

He lifted up his intercom to his pumped lips, inhaling and exhaling a breath of realization. The sound of the radio and gunshots were muffled as he pushed down on the red button at the top of his walkie-talkie.

“Mission of General Dreykov; 5 out of 7 red room: mission..." he paused.

"Complete... two KIA.”

"Yes!," Wooyoung yelled with a big smile on his face. He jumped off of the helicopter after patting the pilot's shoulder for a 'thank you'. Yunho couldn't help but to smile too. Even the pilot started to play music from the copters radio.

"That was awesome! San, the way you slid under the guard!" He commented pointing at San. "Show me how you did that!" Yunho added.

Everyone's hair aggressively blows as the wind began to pick up. Mingi's copter.

Wooyoung smiled, waving his hand up high for Mingi or anyone else to see. His other hand behind his back.

"Mingi!" He yelled.

Once Mingi's copter was close to the ground, the mixed haired male jumped off of ledge and landed on his feet with a loud stomp. "Min-" Yunho went in for a hug but the male simply walked passed him. "-gi..." he finished, putting down his arms. He sounded hurt with a tint of confusion in his eyes.

The copper finally landed, giving Wooyoung a better view of what was in his companion's copper.

Nothing. The med kit, the backup weapons, and the medical bed still sat at the back of the copper with each strap in the same place.

"Mingi, where's Lola and Yeji?" San asked the taller male, in which he didn't get an answer from. Wooyoung's mouth hanged open slightly, shocked at the empty setting.

"Where is Lola and Yeji, Mingi!" Wooyoung asked, getting more aggressive.

They waited for an answer for a couple of seconds but Wooyoung had enough and began to walk towards the tall male.

"Where the hell are they?!" He yelled, only to be stopped by San and Yunho. Both male placed their hands on his chests, stopping Wooyoung from doing something he’ll might regret later. Mingi stood close to the cliff, looking over the tall trees and mountains.

"K..." He said.

“No-”

“KIA… they’re KIA.” Mingi broke in a whisper, taking out a small box.

Wooyoung grips San's shoulder as his legs began to become weak. “You’re joking..” “wish I was..” The air in his lungs were kicked out of him, leaving his month gaped. Yunho held his waist, trying to keep his partner standing.

“Oh shit…” Wooyoung lips began to quiver. Yunho and San exchanged glances in hopes of one of them knew what to do next. Unfortunately, they were just shooked as everyone else.

“I’m going to look for her-”

“They’re gone, Wooyoung!” Mingi shouted. “I saw the place blow up…” Wooyoung’s mouth was left gasping. “Where… where were you, Huh?!” He asked now getting angry. “They told me to leave and get the USB back to the copper and secure it…” he pauses. “ I thought they were behind me but…”

Mingi avoided everyone’s eyes, he back facing them.

Wooyoung didn’t want to believe it! Without thinking, he legs were running to the other side of the cliff upon seeing the large black smoke painting the sky.

“We have to leave! The smoke is getting too big! Someone definitely seen it and the police is probably on their way here now, get in!” The pilot yelled as he started up the copper once again.

Yunho and San gently grabbed Wooyoung’s arms and guided him to the last copper. From there they got a better view of the flaming forest. Nothing could’ve survived that. There were no words to describe the tension in the air. The atmosphere was filled with realization. The realization of there real business. They’re assassins, death is something they signed up for years ago.



NOTES

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Fucks not Found

One, but not done [END]

Ch1 Ghosts | Ch2 Florence | Ch3 A Matter of Seconds | Ch4 I need a Backdoor | Ch5 Die Hard | Ch6 White Flag | Ch7 Haunt the Living | Ch 8 One, but not done [end]

Seven sighed as One disappeared when it was time to pack everything "Is he always like that or is he just being purposefully annoying?”

“How the fuck would I know?!” Three slammed a crate on the ground, holding his back like an old man.

“Who?” you were all packing the mission’s gear in the Haunted House.

“One,”

“Purposefully, no doubt!” you chuckled.

Later you knocked on his trailer door,

"Old man, we have to talk,"

"Let me guess, you want a bigger trailer so you and skater boy could go at it, not gonna happen,"

"Hum .. not exactly, look I know it's the first rule you told us about, and we broke it, actually 4 of us broke it. We're human One,"

He sighed "I just.. need you to be focus on the job."

"We are fo-.."

"Getting shot prove that you were focus," he threw his phone on the desk

"Alright you got a point,"

"These numbers are for your own safety," he stated angrily "but I guess now it's all fucked up."

"Not necessarily, I mean, now we all know each other better, we have better bonds,"

"Tell me about it," you smirked at his saying "... actually don't," he furrowed his eyebrows as you chuckled.

"Think about it," you pointed out as you were stepping out "this team, could do so much more,"

He nodded and something snapped.

"Hold on," he rummaged through a drawer to finally hand you a silver key, his eyes changed for a second “Might be cliché but he would have been proud.”

Smiling slightly at One, you left to open your brother's safe.

There were photographs, a few envelopes with the same cachet and a P/O box address on it.

One of the photographs, in black and white yellowed by the time showed your Mamma and Papa at your age in front of the Coliseum, looking happy as ever, the warmth of their smiled enveloping you instantly. Another one with your Mamma in swims wear gracefully sat on the sand, holding both of you. You were so tiny, wearing terrible hats and frowning at the sun. You found yourself laughing, a tear landing on the envelope’s corner behind the pictures.

Setting aside those pictures, you flicked the envelope open. Eyes scanning the document multiple times you were not sure what you were reading. Palm against your agape mouth, you read the main text.

 “Dear Anonymous donator,

We would like to thank you for all these years of generosity. Your help has given access healthcare to people in dread need of it. With the help of caring people such as yourself, we have been able to afford the construction of a new volunteer centre, which will provide a facility to help maximize the amount of lives we can save.

Your last donation in date had us all profoundly touch and grateful.

We will never not be thankful enough. We wish we had a name to put on the facility’s wall. But we respect your privacy and so we’ll stop asking from now on.

All proceeds of your donations advance our lifesaving mission.

Thank you, dear anonymous donator.“

The tears blurred your vision until you couldn't see through it. He had found his anchor.

You cried, not of sadness but of proudness. For you he was still the kid throwing stones on the neighbor’s roof, the one who couldn’t sleep on stormy nights, the teen who cried when his crush rejected him. He was your anchor for years.

One paid you much more than you needed to live. You assumed now your brother had donated the payment. And all these years when he worked multiple jobs... it all became clear.

"You were the better twin, baby brother!" You mumbled to yourself.

Weeks later the Donations continued yet the anonymous donator had a found an alias.

Six

Passing by the pool you stopped once more before leaving the scorching desert until One would need you.

Weeks ago you brother was laughing at you on the other side of this very pool, these memories were gold now, they didn’t make you sad anymore, you grinned remembering him holding his chest while laughing on the ground, little fucker.

“Hey luv,”

“Hey,” he sat next to you on the edge of the empty pool

"So we're out?" His hand snaked around your waist bringing you closer.

"Not for now," you smiled thinking about this time spend with this weird squad, eager for a new operation.

“So where shall we go until next,”

“You're ready to stick with me? Are you mad?" He laughed as you touched his forehead for any kind of fever.

"Banged my head a few times yeah, but I'm pretty sure I'm mad...about you."

"God you spent to much time around One." He gently reached for your jaw turning your head to him, the blush creeping on your cheeks not helping to hide that you actually liked that he was ready to come with you anywhere, he leaned in for a quick kiss.

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The warm air and sounds of busy streets of Italy passing through the ajar window woke you up. Looking at your watch on the bedside table you immediatly turn your back to it, snuggling back into Four's chest. Too early. The night was short.

"What do you say about Transylvania?" he mindlessly ran pattern on your back with his warm fingers.

"For what? Vampire retreat?"

"Hiking, but I can bite" feeling his teeth of soft spot on your neck you squirmed.

"Aouch, alright, we'll go to Transylvania tomorrow. I got to see my brother first."

He nodded, his smile sliding off.

"What?"

"I'm...I'm not really comfortable with...mourning," he played with your fingers on his chest avoiding your look "I ..uh.."

"Calm down babe," you straddled him, the sheet sliding down your bare body "I'm not asking you to come with me." You chuckled at his concerned face, and his lost of attention at the sight of your naked body.

He sighed, "You know he was like a brother to me..." you tilted your head watching him

"That would be weird.." you removed your hands from his

"shit no not a brother," he caught your hands putting them right back on his chest" a .. a best friend,"

"Stop talking," you leaned in, enclosing his lips with yours. His hands immediatly reached your tighs, you felt a shiver ran his chest as your finger brushed his skin from his throat to his navel. A firm squeezed on your thighs made you giggled, he was so easy to trigger.

He sat up, one of his arm tightly set around your low back while the other snake to your back, his hand holding the back your neck. A lovely mess of tangled limbs in silk sheet was all you were. You pushed him back on the bed, holding his hands up his head.

You nibbled on his earlobe, and chuckled when he groaned at the ministrations trying to fight your hold on him. He could easily removed himself from your grip, guess he wouldn't this time.

Finding your way down his neck, chest, navel ... taking your sweet time until you reach the point of no return. He gasped, his head lolling back on the pillow "God I love Italy,"

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“Ciao brother” cross seating at the grave of his fake death, there were flowers already with a cup of mochaccino beside it, you laughed, only One person could have done that. Glancing at your own grave, you shivered at your name engraved in the marble stone.

You recall the all mission as if your twin was there listening to you, “This one is for you, and the next, and the next.” You breathe in feeling tears coming up, “I kept your cross," you scoffed, "you can thank Four for that. As long as I have it, I’ll have you, mammà and papa with me promise.” kissing the cross you left a single tear rolled down your face.

One knew how to be a ghost, perfectly, no one could trace him, anyone but you. .... The gps tracker in his watch helped. If he knew, he’d probably wouldn’t be happy, but hey he is your cash source can’t lose an eye on him.

“So, that’s your secret!” looking at the little boy in the playground whom looked like the man beside you.

“Shit! He jumped

“Hey,” you grinned leaning on the grid, sliding your shades down.

“Aren’t you supposed to be OUT of Italy?” he groaned

“It’s my homeland One, what’d you expect?” you pointed at your wig and shades “Disguise,”

“It’s always better than Three’s in Vegas,” He joked “You’re kicked out, it’s immediate,” He stated, not even believing it himself.

“Yeaaaah, I don’t think so,” you nudged his shoulder. A ghost of a grin appeared knowingly.

"Do you follow everyone, or are you my private stalker?"

"You really wanna know!?" You shifted on your two feet, he got the idea that everyone had a stalker in the name of Eight.

"Cleavers," you used his own line

"Shut up," he answered tired of your shit, resulting in you laughing a bit too loud.

Regaining a sense of calm you felt he was still uneasy about you seeing his son. “Your secret is safe with me old man,” He nodded a tight smile on his lips, and somehow he knew he could trust you.

“Haunted house, in a week.”

“Noted.” Saluting with two-fingers you took a few steps back still eyeing him with fondness, proudness, maybe not just a cash source in the end. He flicked you off, a bright smile spread on your face.

“Where’s Four by the way?” he called out

“Somewhere on the roofs, he can’t help it.”

He lifted his head, you took this time to disappear around the corner.

Calling Four you stumble upon his voicemail “Skater boy, you better bring down your cute ass. We’re heading back to the Haunted House in a week. Mission 2 is coming. Love ya!”

A week later

"Please don't,"

"One, I only hugged her for a second," you rolled your eyes. Five was still holding your shoulders.

"Tell me you're not going to freak out everytime two of us are close,"

Two had a grin on, Five was being clingy on purpose. It had been a month since you've seen everyone, except Four and One. You had missed everyone, Five especially, after the parkour lessons, the incident on the yacht you had become close friends.

"Hey squad," Four let his skate rolled until it hit a wall. He reached you kissing your cheek, then sending you a wink as he took a seat next to Three. You eyed One, holding a laugh, Five carefully removed her hands from around your arm. Four looked dumbfounded as One sighed, staring at you. He then flung his arms in the air.

"Fucking Millennials!"

Thanks to everyone who read, liked, commented on Fucks not Found. It was fun to write, let me know what could be improved, I'm still working on my english that's why everything is not perfect and quite limited. Looking forward a new story. Thanks again.

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[uraharashopslut]

dreamland {hirako shinji fic}

- summary -

shinji had forgotten about the girl he grew up with in rukongai, until she waltzed right into his quarters with the last person he'd expect, his fukutaicho, aizen sosuke.

content warning: when life hands ya lemons, ya put 'em in ya story. this is gonna be a mature fic. not sure what the full extent of that will be, but there's definitely gonna be some crude language. yoruichi and urahara are swingers. it's gonna be a grand ol time.

{consider the Glass Animals album "Dreamland" the soundtrack for this book}

Chapter One

"Taicho," Aizen bowed as he entered his Captain's quarters.

"Always so formal, Sosuke-kun. What is it?" Shinji sat on his futon with his eyes closed, head against the wall, listening to the jazz from his Living World record player.

"I was wondering if I might have permission to move a guest into my quarters, sir," Aizen asked, kneeling in front of his captain.

Shinji opened one eye and raised an eyebrow. "Eh? Move someone in? From outside Seireitei?"

"Hai."

"Well, I'm gonna need more information than that if I'm to even consider granting such an odd request. Who is it?" Shinji asked. His lieutenant had always been incredibly private, to be fair, so had Shinji, but this was rather uncharacteristic of Aizen.

"My girlfriend."

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"I can't believe he said yes, Sosuke-kun! How exciting. I'll grab my things immediately." Ayame began grabbing robes from her closet and shoving then in a bag.

Aizen reached out and grabbed her arm firmly. "Listen to me, Ayame. You must treat every person in Seireitei with the utmost respect. They are in a class above you and you must behave as such. Do you hear me?"

Ayame nodded, trying to loosen her boyfriend's grip. "Yes, Aizen-kun."

"If you slip up even one time I will have no choice but to send you back here, are we clear?" His grip remained.

Ayame's eyes fixed on the floor. "Yes, Aizen-kun."

"Good." He removed his hand. "Now finish packing, we leave in an hour." He flash-stepped away.

Ayame sighed and continued to pack. Is this really the best idea, she asked herself. She had been with Aizen for three years, but had never gotten used to his coldness. She looked around her room.

She was going to miss this place. Her floor was littered with buckets to catch the leaks when it rained, but it was still home. It was still the first place she could afford with money she earned, thanks to Aizen.

He was a dream, at first. They met when he was on a mission to the outer Rukongai district, where she was a makeshift house mother for a particularly rowdy group of boys. He helped her find a job and save enough money to move into her own house, although it was rather worn down. He's done so much for you, don't be ungrateful. You know how much his reputation means to him. Besides, do you want to live in this leaky shack forever? This is your chance to move up.

Ayame finished packing her belongings then locked up her house for the last time. She set the key on the ground in front for the landlord and headed towards the West Gate.

"Today the big day?" Sato, the old baker next door, asked.

Ayame turned to him with a smile. "Yes, Jii-san."

"Good luck to you! Oh, and if you see that Hirako rascal, give him hell for leaving you here alone, will ya?" he called.

"Seireitei is a large place, Jiisan. I doubt I'll run into him, and I doubt he'd remember me. That was two hundred years ago," Ayame said, her smile fading.

"Well, if you do."

"As you wish. Farewell, Sato-san! Thank you for all of your help." Ayame bowed before continuing to walk.

When she neared the gate, Aizen's reitsu began to overwhelm her senses.

"Boo."

Ayame turned around, less than startled. "Take this bag. I'm tired of carrying everything."

Aizen chuckled. "Hello to you, too." He grabbed the bag from her outstretched arm.

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Ayame unrolled her futon and positioned it near Aizen's. She set her pillow and folded blanket on top.

"All moved in!" Aizen said, wrapping her in a hug from behind. "How does it feel?"

She took a deep breath, shifting the weight in her feet. This was her home now. "The energy is different from Rukongai."

"Better, right?" he asked with a cool tone.

Ayame turned to face her boyfriend and grabbed his hands. "Much better. I feel like I can breathe here."

Aizen's hardened expression softened as Ayame's green eyes looked up at him. He lifted her chin with his finger and kissed her gently.

"I'm glad you like it. Now that we're settled, I need to introduce you to the captain of my squad."

"The Blond Bastard, as you like to call him?" Ayame asked, stifling a smirk.

"Yeah, that's him," Aizen replied, sliding his door open.

"Does he have a real name?"

"Taicho. That's the only one that should matter to you," he said. He started walking to his Captain's quarters.

Ayame stepped out of the room and slid the door shut behind her before following after her boyfriend. They walked in silence.

"Ah, Aizen-kun. This must be the girlfriend your Captain was telling me about," a deep but friendly voice said.

The couple turned to face a man in a pink floral robe with a large straw hat. Aizen bowed.

"Kyoraku-taicho," he said. "This is Ayame."

Ayame bowed lightly, before smiling at the man.

"Very good to meet you. Always a pleasure to see another beautiful woman joining our ranks," Kyoraku grinned.

"Thank you, taicho," she replied, her cheeks flushing.

"You better hurry along and introduce her. You know how impatient he is," Kyoraku tipped his hat with a wink. "I'll be seeing you!"

"Taicho," Aizen said with a deep bow as the man walked away. He turned to face Ayame. "That was the captain of the eighth squad, Kyoraku Shunsui. We're almost at my Captain's quarters. His is the last door at the end of this hall."

The couple quickly made their way to the door. Jazz music could be heard from behind the wood.

"Taicho, may I enter?"

They heard a shuffle, something drop, and footsteps before the door slid open. Ayame could smell fragrant incense coming from the room as she bowed deeply.

"How many times do I have to tell ya, Sosuke-kun, ya can just call me Shinji," the blond captain said, scratching his head. "Oh! This must be yer girl-"

He stopped short and his eyes widened when he saw Ayame's face.

"Yes, this is my girlfriend, Aya-" Aizen started.

"I can't believe it," Ayame said, stepping closer to the door as she made eye contact with the blond captain. "Hirako?"

Shinji pushed past his lieutenant and grabbed the blue-haired girl's shoulders. "You?"

Ayame turned to her boyfriend. "You didn't tell me 'The Blond Bastard' was Shinji Hirako!"

Aizen glared at Ayame. "I didn't realize you knew each other."

Shinji shot a look that could kill at his lieutenant. "Back in the day, this 'blond bastard' lived in Rukongai."

"We grew up together," Ayame said bitterly.

"Come in, let me pour some tea," Shinji said, putting his hand on her back, guiding her into his room. Aizen trailed behind.

Shinji closed the door behind them and gestured to the futon. "Both of ya, make yerselves comfortable!"

Ayame sat down, cross-legged, and gestured for her boyfriend to do the same. Shinji picked up a candle that was on the ground, presumably the object that the couple heard fall, and turned down his record player.

Shinji filled a kettle with water and tea leaves and set it on the stove to boil. Ayame watched him in disbelief. He was a captain, just like he'd always dreamed of being. As children, they spent many hours in the woods fighting one another with sticks. Shinji talked ceaselessly about how he'd be the best captain in all of Seireitei, and here he was.

"You never told me you grew up with a Captain-class Shinigami," Aizen hissed in Ayame's ear.

"I never knew," she responded. "He left without a word."

"So, darlin', when'd ya dye yer hair blue? It's a nice touch, stands out more than the brown," Shinji asked, carrying three cups and the tea pot. He sat across from them on the floor. He reached and grabbed a strand in his hands. "I like the color. Very shiny."

"And you had brown hair?" Aizen asked, as he watched Shinji pouring the tea.

"Yes, I dyed it to set myself apart. I didn't like blending in with everyone in the district," Ayame shrugged, sipping the tea Shinji handed to her.

"I get the sentiment, but ya never blended in," Shinji laughed. "They were always scared of ya."

Aizen's brows furrowed. He took a sip.

"I was pretty rambunctious as a kid. Always beating up the bullies who'd pick on this blond bag of bones."

"Geez, first I'm a blond bastard and now I'm a bag of bones? Needa get better friends," Shinji whined, rubbing his shoulder.

"Or maybe you shouldn't abandon them," Ayame responded, crossing her arms.

"Darlin', it wasn't like that," Shinji said, his posture stiffening.

Aizen face remained unchanged at his Captain's use of the pet name.

"You could've come back, to see me, maybe when you finished the academy. But you didn't." Ayame stood and set her cup of tea on the desk next to the record player. "Sosuke-kun, let's go. I can't be here anymore."

"I agree." Aizen stood and opened the door, stepping out. "Thank you for tea, Taicho," he said with a bow."

Shinji stood and grabbed Ayame's wrist. "Ayame, wait."

Ayame turned to face him. "Yes?" she hissed.

"Come see me again, please. My door is always open to ya," Shinji said gently.

Ayame could see the sincerity and sorrow in his eyes. "Maybe, Hirako." She tried to pull her wrist free from his grip. "Shinji?"

Shinji's eyes darkened and he spoke with a lowered tone. "If he doesn't treat ya well, he'll have hell to pay."

Ayame pulled her wrist free and nodded slightly. "Good bye, Shinji. Maybe I'll see you around."

fin

tell me what ya think in the comments below, dolls!

[hiyorisarugaki]

📰 [[ he didn't want me to send this but I'm ignoring him ]]

What is theirname?:  Kisuke, dumbass Taichou,THAT IDIOT, SNEAKYASS SNEAKRelationship with them?: Hate hate HATE this baldy!! I really didn’t like him prancing aroundHikifune-Taichou’s division. Coming in and changing EVERYTHING about the placeI… fuck! He was a captain but didn’t even act like one. He didn’t even know what he wanted when he came there. And then, ‘ta top it alloff, he decided ‘ta go back ‘ta his old prison guard days and released someloonies from the loony bin he used ‘ta guard. YEAH I’M FUCKIN’ TALKIN’ ABOUTMAYURI! That sociopath djkgdj!! GAAH! But I’ll say this… actually, no. Whyshould I say this? Why did he even allow himself ‘ta get punched? Why bother ‘taeven pretend ‘ta care for me? He didn’t. I know he didn’t. He hated me too.That’s what I always wanted… ‘ta think. Him and Mayuri, cookin’ up randomscientific experiments, trickin’ me into helping them write all their long-assreports… running the fuckin’ division and approving budgets for their insanity.The amount of times I tried ‘ta resign and he just- wouldn’t have it. Sometimes…I thought if I could just go back ‘ta Hikifune-Taichou, it would be easy ‘taleave. But… she never wrote—ugh. Well, it was, as ya can say, the worst time inmy life. I was determined ‘ta shut everyone out. And Kisuke too.Except… he wouldn’t STAY THE FUCK OUTTA MY SPACE!! He was determined ‘tapretend I was still useful ‘ta him, even though… I knew that whether I wasthere or not, it made no difference. He had his genius boy Mayuri and even the wholefuckin’ squad helping him. He won everyone over with his charming, humblecaptain act. Like oh-eheheh-i-don’t-know-how-the-fuck-I-got-chosen-for-this-honour-golly-me!!And people fuckin’ BOUGHT it! But I know he’s not all he says he was. Hisfighting was fuckin’ TOP NOTCH. Hand-to-hand, he was amazing at, but he neverboasted about it. Kenpachi swaggered around like he was a the big cheese, but Kisukewas happy ‘ta plod along, not tryin’a cause any fights.I hate… hate people… that are fake. I hate his fakeass smile. His fakeass concernwhen I came back late from missions or when I didn’t share my theories. I hated…I hated him pretendin’ ta care. He don’t care. Not the way Hikifune-Taichoudid. I made him as miserable as possible in the first year. I knew he’d get tiredof me. He won’t accept resignation- he could just chuck me out himself. I…really didn’t care at that point. About my rank, about how he viewed me… I justwanted my old Taichou.And then… I s’pose… one day I woke up not hating him as much as usual. I did ashe asked without arguing nineteen times. I… even made him lunch. He never ate properly.He was always smelly and sleep-deprived. So… I rolled him back ‘ta his quartersthat night and didn’t wake him up. I… ain’t singing his praises or nothing… butI s’pose I was tired of arguing. And I’d given up on Hikifune-Taichou comingback ‘ta whisk me away. Guess she didn’t really care as much as I thought. And…it hurt but I got over it. I wasn’t a baby. It ain’t like she was my mother.She owed me nothing.And neither did Kisuke. He wasn’t my friend. He didn’t owe me anything.Except… he came back for some insignificant and shitty person like me.Why the fuck… did he do that?What do you view them as? (family,friend,other): Biggest dumbass I ever met. He’s always gonna be my dumbass Taichou. Nobodyelse would do now.And I’m always gonna keep owing him my life ‘ta him.Do you feel attracted to them in any way?:  FUCKNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!And that fuckin’ crush that people imagined I had- that was all it was!An imaginary crush! I ain’t tryin’a impress him and his dopey-ass smile. Likesome big dumb dog that was always happy ‘ta see me? Who… who the fuck thinkstheir heart would race at that?! NOT ME! HE IS AN IDIOT AND I HATE HIM! I WILLNEVER BE ATTRACTED ‘TA HIM. EVER EVER EVER!What’s one thing you’d like to do with them?:  I would like ‘ta take his stupid shoes and beat him with them - -but I ain’tgonna do that.I suppose… shake him violently. Tell him he’s fuckin’ good enough for aprincess. EVEN BETTER!Why the fuck does Kisuke think he’s somehow less than her? Why…?! Like… he’sfucking clever and good-looking and amazing. He can keep people engaged withoutever trying! He could protect anyone. He doesn’t need a shitty ass title. Hedon’t have ‘ta be given nobility status by anyone in shitty Soul Society. He’s…already got a noble heart and that’s all that really counts.Tell us one memory you have with them.:His fuckin.. guilty eyes when I woke up in that hollow-hybrid state. Helooked so sad and so damn sorry, I couldn’t even punch his face. He was alreadyin too much pain. I dunno… I wished I’d hugged him then. I ain’t good at thatthough. Comfort. Making someone feel good. I can’t make people feel good atall. I wished I had then. I feel bad about it. I was already feeling like a pieceof shit for cutting Shinji and asked how he was. Kisuke said that everyone wasalive. Kensei, Mashiro, Love, Hachi, Lisa, Rose and… Shinji. He said he wassorry.

And I wondered then, why… someone wouldcome for their shitty lieutenant? He could’ve had a nice replacement. In fact,Mayuri was right there. Ready ‘ta fill my shoes and do an even better job…Kisuke could still be a captain.

I’m the one that was sorry.

I don’t think he understands what it’slike ‘ta have that heaviness when someone comes back for them. Like it mattered‘ta Kisuke that I lived or died. Not even Hikifune-Taichou did that. I decided I’d get Aizen for us all. For hurting us. For using us.

Anything you’d like to askthem or state to them? If so, say it now, please!:  

I got nothing ‘ta say ‘ta ya. Get bent.Except… y’know the obvious… that ya weren’t such a terrible captain. So… don’tfuckin’ beat yerself up about the actions of other people. Ya can’t controlthem.

@mysteriousshopkeeper