Bleach: Cero Devastador

Goosebumps, a heart-pumping feeling that travels from the brain through every pore of my skin. The joy of battle... it felt hot. Too hot.

The last time I felt this was the last time I fought my father before abandoning home. Until then, forget about a strong woman... I hadn't even met a strong man who put me through the pain that Shihōin Kurayami put me through.

By the time we returned from the event, it was dead in the morning. Ryosuke, Ryota and Mikoto ought to still be sleeping. Murasaki told me about our earnings, about a hundred million kan, the most we've ever done.

I didn't care. 

Sakuya told me throughout the time I was away, many spoke about wanting to adopt me into their prestigious families.

I didn't care.

Once we were home, I discarded all my clothes along the way, leaving everything except for both swords and headed into the bath area which also had a shower. I got in the shower and let cold water run on me as I held one sword in each hand. 

My hands were shivering and I could even hear the water burn upon contact with my body. I couldn't help but smile and remember her; the woman that had captivated me. 

Shihōin Kurayami is perhaps just the first woman of many who has genuinely impressed me. She convinced me this world was a lot more interesting than I thought it ever would. 

Great battle insight, excellent stance, her blows were strong like hammers, her speed like a cheetah on steroids... her movements were chill and calculated–

'Are you sure that's what impressed you and not her big boobs? or that supple dark skin?~'.

'...'

A cheeky attitude and thrill for battle drew me in, a background to our battle: her investigation on me... she wanted to know more about Shūhei Ryōsuke and that's why she sought me. Nevertheless, her motives were a bit more personal; I could feel it through our swords, it was something related to affection. She saw in me the person she sought to overcome. Each time she blew me up I could tell.

'Are you sure you don't want her to blow something else?~'

'...'

'Gwak gwak ptui!~'

And at last, what attracted me the most about Kurayami was that movement of hers; that flash step. I was so intrigued by that technique that I tried to replicate it unsuccessfully, even without her needing to say anything, I knew my movement was but a cheap copy of hers. While her movement was stealthy and nimble like– 

'Fiush fiush~'

Mine was something more sluggish and thunderous like–

'Tatata!~'.

'...'

I looked around the bath, it was empty. Across the changing room, I saw Sakuya was getting naked and ready to join me... there was no one here. So, am I going insane or is the euphoria of the battle not gone yet?.

'I'm in your head, bozzo~ I was wondering for how long you were going to ignore me. Sit down and relax your mind' I heard that cheeky yet charming voice again.

"..."

I felt compelled to do what the voice told me: 'Put me on your lap and focus on me. Think of me only as you have been doing throughout the night'.

'... I see, so you are...' I thought, took Hebimaru and put it on my lap.

'Not that one idiot boy! The other one! geeze...' 

!!!

I flinched at her sudden shout, this feeling of having someone talk in my head was annoying, to say the least. I did what it said and when my eyes opened I was in a clear white world; this world was boundless and had nothing except for what I believed were ink streaks of black colour. Like someone had brushed random patterns of black in this white world. 

The black lines began to move and by the time I realised, two big eyes were staring at me. 

A massive white tiger, as white as the snow but with black brush streaks of blackness. 

It circled around me as I watched it. 

'If it hadn't been for the fact that I have existed for so long... I would be surprised. Kamishiro Ryōma, I know your name...' She said with a rather feminine but wise voice, still circling me.

I felt like we were in a jungle, her territory.

"It is said where I come from. The tiger that lurks has stared at you a thousand times before you stare back at it once" I said, she laughed and stopped in front of me... I felt the whiteness overtake me and when my eyes regained their clarity; it was a woman.

A woman taller than me, wearing a white and black beautiful kimono. She had ears and long white hair that reached as far as I could see, merging with this world. She walked to me until we were standing side by side, but staring in opposite directions. 

'Those sages where you come from are wise, Ryōma. Shitsutora is my name' She turned to look at me with those sharp slit eyes, 'But you already know that. You know it, you comprehend it... and you can even listen to my voice, even though you and I share no spiritual link. I am not your Zampakutō and I will never be'.

Her finger traced the bottom of my chin, 'Not even Kurayami could hear my voice, and yet here you are. This is a wonderful encounter... to be fair, from the moment we clashed I was interested in you~'.

She turned my chin until we were glaring at one another, 'I felt jealous of the way you handled that snake. I wished to be held like that, with such care in every stroke... it was as if you were more worried about your sword chipping than your own life. Kamishiro Ryōma, you truly love the sword, don't you?'

That is the way I was taught, and with time it became my nature to make sure my sword was always in a perfect state. 

Shitsutora closed our lips until I could feel her delicious breath, 'You yanked me away from her hands like I was yours and even licked my body, you profaned me with your tongue. I can't say I am not captivated... no such wilful Shinigami has ever held me'.

She released me after, making some distance between us; a distance I could easily cross.

'But I am not yours... return me to my rightful owner, the real one. That is where I long to be' Her tone switched from salacious and teasing, into a serious and longing one, 'She wouldn't listen to my words even as she pronounced my name'.

"No".

!!!

I skipped that distance and held the bombshell in my arms, with care I'd hold a sword I bypassed her kimono, profaned her modesty and clawed onto her bubbly butt. She yelped and blushed, her eyes fixed on me as if amazed at my audacity. 

"I have wanted you even before you left the sheath, Shitsutora" I whispered mellowly, making sure to drop subtle pecks on her cheek.

I felt a slight shiver run down her body when I pronounced her name; she closed her eyes but didn't wrap me up with her arms, she refused to embrace for embracing meant surrender. 

"I fell for you the moment I touched that edge and realised how sharp you were" I pecked her neck, an action that prompted her to nearly wrap her arms around my neck.

"Your blood's quite tasty too, boy~ but–"

*BOOMM!*

With a slight touch I felt my body get blasted away in this white world, I fell and rolled, eventually catching my footing. When my gaze rose, she was there hovering above with a pair of silver gauntlets.

'A hollow could never own me. You may be able to deceive others, but you can't deceive me, boy... you are a hollow. The interesting part is your nature. You can talk, you are intelligent... you are a soul capable of wielding a Zampakutō. I would ask you questions but the way I see it... not even you are aware of your true nature'.

She spouted a lot of malarchy, true nature or whatnot, that's not what I care about, "Why so cold? You want me, Shitsutora–"

"S-Stop... Stop saying my name so casually!".

"Tora-chan~"

*WHOOSH!*

The woman lounged at me with a flurry of strikes that dwarfed Kurayami in mastery, at all times with a deep blush. I evaded most, received a few but never stopped smiling along the way.

'If you keep being so romantic with me, that snake is going to get angry'.

In my haste to play with her, I stumbled onto something. It was something massive, like an unmovable mountain; behind me was that massive dark purplish snake, it stared at me with a sight that made me sweat a little. 

Although it didn't say a word; its stare meant everything. 

"Come here, Hebimaru" I ordered. The gigantic snake disappeared and in my grasp appeared that beautiful sword. It was different now. I could see a subtle purple shine at the edge, like a poisonous fang. 

'Oh my, ain't she cute?~ answering straight to her master's call. How beautiful it is the process in which a Zampakutō bonds with its owner' Shitsutora mumbled with a tint of jealousy.

I extended my hand forward to her, beaconing her to come in. 

She groaned, 'H-How many times! I already have an owner!–'

"Come here, Shitsutora".

I felt reluctance, I felt resistance... but I felt pleasure as well. She couldn't help herself from walking forward to hold my hand. She held it just sightly, that was all I needed to pull her into my arms, clawing onto her bottom once more.

"Good girl~"

'Take me back to my owner, Ryōma'.

It was a request, I pulled her in closer... Shitsutora didn't say away, she embraced me, but her serious stare told me that she wasn't expecting me to reject her request. 

'I can teach you many things that you are not aware of, I can help you deepen your connection with that snake. But you must let me go'.

I took a whif of her wild scent, the grasp of her skin in my hand felt so delicious that I almost couldn't let go. I couldn't even imagine how wonderful it would feel to wield her. I kissed her neck lightly yet posessively. The more I did, the more comfortable she got in my grasp; as I kept submerging myself on the feelings she provided, this poisonous glare on my back kept getting stronger until I literally felt fangs prickling my wrist. 

Hebimaru was getting impatient.

"If she wants you back, Kurayami has to defeat me first–"

'It is not Kurayami I am talking about. Yoruichi, I want to be back with Yoruichi'.

I tilted my head in confusion, it is not the first time I've heard that name be mentioned. I couldn't help it and my enormous half-moon grim brought a sigh out of Shitsutora.

"Is she strong?~"