Do Me A Wrong

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The smell of fresh jasmine clung in the air and along the walls grew branches of twisted and knotted wood that shone with silver leaves and golden flowers. However, despite all the beauty that was laid before him, Ichigo had only eyes for the single occupant of the room.

Seated on a wide throne of vibrant scarlet and glaring white, nine tails of the purest gold fur lightly flailed about. Hair of liquid gilt cascaded down a straight and poised back. Eyes shining like the sun, features that seemed angelic and ethereal; and a smile that was both gracious yet mischievous.

"We greet you, envoys of…Kunou?" The nine-tailed magnificence breathed out.

And just like that, the august grandeur of the moment was utterly shattered into irreparable pieces. The little girl struggled out of his arms with an exited yell, "Okaa-sama!"

The pitter-patter of Kunou's feet on the stone floor lulled everyone into a silent stupor. With a giggle, the smallest of them, threw herself into the arms of her mother.

"Kunou," Yasaka looked entirely flabbergasted at the appearance of her daughter. "Just what are you doing here?"

"That would be my blunder, Yasaka-hime," Kurokumo bowed. "I will suffer through any punishment that you devise as repayment."

Yasaka looked back and forth between her guests and her daughter. Her mouth opened and fell before she finally absently said, "You may approach."

Ichigo and Souji followed the Tengu and stopped several paces from the throne and its bearer. "What is the meaning of this?" Yasaka asked, the hint of frown on her face.

"I was idle in my watching of Kunou-hime and she managed to elude me." Kurokumo said getting down on one knee. "Fortuitously, our honored guests returned with her."

Yasaka turned a glare towards her daughter, Ichigo and Souji entirely forgotten, and said, "You ran away again, didn't you?"

"Okaa-sama," The girl pouted. "It's so boring listening to Kurokumo talk and talk. I wanted a break."

Ichigo and Souji stole a glance at each other, and then back to the mother-daughter duo. Something to tell when they went back home.

Yasaka pinched Kunou's cheeks. "It hwuts. It hwuts!" The little vixen moaned in her mother's lap.

"Kurokumo, take Kunou back to my quarters and keep her there. I will deal with her once I have attended to our guests." Yasaka commanded and disappointment immediately shadowed Kunou's face.

"But Okaa-sama," She whined.

"Go," she said with finality in her tone.

"Fine," Kunou huffed.

As she hopped down and passed them, Kunou halted and bowed respectfully to the two. "We are most appreciative for your assistance."

Ichigo would have scoffed at the rapid transition from childish baby to perfect princess if it weren't for the somewhat formal atmosphere that remained. Souji, on the other hand, went along with it perfectly. "It was our pleasure, Kunou-hime."

Kurokumo led the small Kyūbi away and the adults turned their attention on one another. "I must apologize if Kunou gave you any trouble. It's difficult for a child that age to be cooped up indoors all day."

Ichigo smiled in remembrance of fond memories as he said, "I have two younger sisters so I can sympathize."

Yasaka returned his smile and turned towards Souji. "I was not expecting another son of this land, I am glad to finally meet you, Okita Souji. Your dealings with my kin are well known."

Souji's eyes widened slightly before he bowed at the waist. "I am deeply humbled to be honored with your presence, Yasaka-hime."

"Please," Yasaka shook her head, her glimmering locks of gold swaying in the motion. "There is no need of that." Then she sighed. "Kunou most wonderfully shattered any and all pretence of spectacle and command I had so diligently set up."

"And Kurosaki Ichigo," Deep irises of roiling gold studied him. There was age and wisdom behind those eyes. "The human who fought so valiantly. The one who ascended beyond the realms of mortality. Long have the forces of Kyoto kept our eyes on you."

"You have?" Ichigo asked, his shoulders tensing. At this point, he wanted answers. "Why?"

She gave him a sad smile. "That is not for me to answer."

His eyes narrowed. "Then who?" His voice an edged whisper.

Yasaka straightened in her throne and, much to the two men's' astonishment, she began to glow a bright shine. He threw his arms up as a rush of power assaulted him and he felt his skin begin blister under the surge of energy and heat. He sensed Souji veil himself in a dense layer of demonic power, even as he called on the depths of his own inner darkness.

Ichigo could feel something coming, something that was powerful and incredibly old. Something, which was causing his Devil instincts to scream at him.

The rush of blood throbbed through his veins and a constant pounding in his temples ached against his brain. And the strangest thing was Zangetsu. The blade was practically shaking in anticipation and oozing a sense of rightness.

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