This is a commission i had done over on DA that i wanted to share here as well.
I'll be posting links to the original story at the end. So without further ado.
- Ahahaha, you are not supposed to do this! Stop it right now! Ahahaha! – The usually confident voice of the 13th division’s lieutenant, Rukia Kuchiki, was instead tainted with the helpless plea of a little girl as the graceful fingers of her Zanpakutō (soul slayer) explored slowly her sensitive and ticklish abdomen. – I beg to differ, Miss Rukia. As always, you are taking me for granted. It is time I show you the real meaning of respect – The materialized weapon slid her hands in the most refined manner as she tortured her master. All in front of a quartet of eyes that looked the situation from afar in silence, unable to intervene. Both of them restrained against their will, regretting not being able to take action as they saw their shinigami (soul reaper) friend in such predicament; even if their intentions were contradictory.
- This is so much fun! Look at how cute you are when you are embarrassed! I should do this to you all the time; you would totally get all the men you wanted! – Said the bell-like voice of a small figure. It was said she resembled a wasp, her size and movements confirmed that statement. – Damn youhuhuhu! How dare you do this to mehehe! Not there ahahahahah!!! - Too tiny and fast to be stopped, one of the smallest Zanpakutōs ever known was having a great time sharing her thoughts with the 2nd division’s captain, Soifong; who, despite being in charge of the stealth division, was not able to match up with her tiny opponent’s movements. Her exposed underarms and back were continually assaulted by quick strokes that made the stoic captain quiver in laughter and get red from the embarrassment. – Way to go Soifong! You almost got her back there! – The scene would not be that bad for the short-haired shinigami if it was not for the presence of certain female to who Soifong professed so much respect. – Not in front of Miss Yoruichi! – She thought while wailing her arms and jumping around trying to turn the tides in her favor. But the small enemy was relentless and kept tickling her, not giving her a moment of respite.
- Not my feet! NOT MY FEEHEHEHET!!! – Cried aloud the kind lieutenant of the 5th division, Momo Hinamori, as she found herself hogtied to the ground by a piece of long pink cloth. As it ended in two heavy looking bells, there was nothing she could do to get free. Not that she could think about a feasible route of escape as her mind was occupied with the impending sensation governing her tabi (traditional Japanese socks)-clad feet. Being unable to move or to resist, they were getting tortured by the nasty hands of an elegant looking Zanpakutō that glided a maddening single fingertip on her delicate and helpless soles. – Fufufu – Smirked the other – You are smiling for real, not those half-assed grins you give to hide your obsession with Aizen. Should I check what would happen if I removed these? – She graciously teased as she took away with a deliberate slow pace the tabis, allowing for the soft skin to meet fresh air. During this ordeal the girl lying over her stomach could only make protests and pleads disguised as terrified laughter. – Momo! Hahhahang in there I’hihihi hehehelp you! Hey, cut that ouhuhuhut!! – Roared not far away from there the voluptuous lieutenant of the 10th division Rangiku Matsumoto. – I think you are not in the best position to worry about others. I’m surprised an old-hag like you can resist this much. Well, how about this? – Following this teasing, a pink furry tail found her way inside the big-breasted beauty’s Shihakushō (garment of dead souls) harassing the receptive skin of her thighs. Rangiku’s arms were held behind her back by a pair of strong feline hands and had to endure her terrible situation. From time to time she would feel the close breath of her torturer who enjoyed licking her neck in order to elicit uncomfortable ticklish moans.
How did this situation start? Let us backtrack a few hours in the past to learn about the series of events that would lead to this unusual exchange of ideas between swords and their masters:
- I take that each of you present in this reunion are aware of the current state of affairs – Spoke the deep voice of Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto, captain of the 1st division, to his colleagues reunited in the emergency meeting. This one was peculiar as all heads of the thirteen divisions were present, even the always indisposed Jūshirō Ukitake, captain of the 13th division, was present. No one spoke, acknowledging the seriousness of the matter they were discussing. – Despite the crisis of the Zanpakutōs gaining spiritual forms and later being controlled by Kōga Kuchiki’s sword, Muramasa, has recessed to a more stable point – The ancient leader continued – Our guards should not be taken down lightly. The threat of a hollow attack is always present. Considering this, it is pressing that all Zanpakutōs return to their natural state as soon as possible. In our current capacity, several of our most capable captains and shinigami have their abilities handicapped - .Silence followed this statement, the captains had an idea about what to be made. – However – The bearded man spoke anew – This time a return to the status quo may not be as easy as expected – His stern gaze turned at Mayuri Kurotsuchi, captain of the 12th division and second president of the “Shinigami Research Institute”. – Mayuri, share your findings with the rest – Even if his tone was polite, made clear that his commands were absolute. – With pleasure – Replied the weird looking man, giving a mysterious smile – Unlike our previous crisis during the Muramasa incident. The Zanpakutōs this time maintain their spiritual form thanks to a link they form with the master. This said, the only way to make them return to their sword form is to convince them – His smile grew deeper, as if what he was about to say amused him – But because of that link, it is better not to use any violence, unless the shinigami wants to regret it later: you see, if the Zanpakutō is “killed” or “destroyed” the same will happen to the owner – Having said this he laughed maniacally, a sound that made most of those present feel unease and displeased. The leader gave the meeting as finished – It’s pretty clear what you have to do, I don’t care what means you may use, make sure that you and your subordinates are able to subdue your Zanpakutōs as soon as possible. Remember, violence is not an option – His serious eyes gazed at those present. There was not much to be added, and the meeting was dismissed.
- I don’t think there was a need for a reunion this serious. The problem is not that complicated. I have already convinced my Zanpakutōs to change into swords in exchange of giving them sweets and drawing from time to time – Said the optimistic Jūshirō Ukitake to his friend Shunsui Sōzōsuke Jirō Kyōraku, captain of the 8th division – You are too carefree – Replied the man covering his face with the point of his hat – I wish mine were that easy to convince… - Not far from them, one of the few females found in the meeting diverted her eyes to one of the tallest skylight in the room – Is something the matter? – Asked the colossal frame of the 7th division’s captain, Sajin Komamura. The woman let out a tired breath and directed her black eyes to the massive man in front of her – It’s nothing, we should get going, we have our orders – The other agreed on that and went on his way to the exit. But Soifong’s nimble feet stopped again, there was a sense of anxiety governing her thoughts “I have the feeling someone was spying on us” she thought before following her comrades. Her white coat and long braids waving as she strode with decisive steps towards the beginning of her mission.
- So they can’t lay a finger on us? Very interesting! I’ll better tell the others, this is our chance to have some fun! – A soft and acute voice was almost impossible to hear from the skylight at the meeting hall. Her brown eyes watched as her master left the place unaware of her presence. She giggled; it would be so fun to tease her later on. But first, she had to share that useful piece on information with her friends. Flying at great speed, the glittering figure of Suzumebachi, Soifong’s Zanpakutō left the place. Considering her small size, no bigger than her master’s hand, and her unmatched speed she disappeared almost instantly as she moved around Soul Society’s clear sky.
Moments later, the Shinigami Women Association organized a special assembly to determine a course of action referring to the current case of the Zanpakutōs gone rampant. – So – A displeased captain of the 2nd division twitched her left eyebrow not caring about dissimulating her thoughts – Why has the women situation held a reunion on this specific moment? – Soifong opened her eyes and looked at the other females standing there – And why is there is only four of us? Where is the chairman?! – It was clear that she was angry, the others did not know the cause of her frustration: after looking everywhere in the Soul Society, she had not caught a glimpse on her Zanpakutō’s whereabouts. - About that… - The one who replied was Rangiku Matsumoto, like the other three women that accompanied her, she wore her traditional shinigami uniform, and the only difference was that hers was complemented with a pink shroud around her elbows and a badge denoting her status as lieutenant of the 10th division. Her enormous cleavage should not be forgotten. – The rest are either busy convincing their own Zanpakutōs or have already done that - - We are the only ones from the association that haven’t figured out where to find them – The one who completed the statement was Momo Hinamori, shorter than her colleague, the petite lieutenant of the 5th division had not customized her uniform in any way. Only her black hair gathered inside a chignon and the badge showing her rank in the said division identified her from the rest of the shinigamis. – Tch, that Shiraiyuki… Where is she? – The one who spoke to herself was Rukia Kuchiki. Similar to Momo, she wore the regular uniform with pride and only her black curly hair and her badge from being lieutenant of the 13th division were signs of her individuality. With a height similar to the kind black-haired shinigami, she and Rukia were the shortest of the four ladies present.
- Does this meeting have a meaning? Or are we here wasting our time? – There were not many things that Soifong could tolerate, and being idle was one of them. She crossed her arms around her captain uniform, different from the other three women, not only for the white coat covering it; but for the special clothing her division had. Two pieces of black sleeveless garments that showed the bare skin of the user’s back and a sneak peek of his or her tights. Again, it was Rangiku the one who answered – Let’s face it, girls. We have searched everywhere and haven’t seen those sly swords. That means they can only be in one place… - Her long red-yellow wavy hair moved as she denied with her head – Rukia’s sharp eyes looked at her – Do you mean? - - That’s right – Nodded the unshy shinigami – The human world - .
- Exactly how did you drag me to this place? – The tomboy Tatsuki Arisawa scratched her head and messed her spiky hair while she asked, showing clear disagreement towards the fact that she was in a fancy clothes shop. As she was not in class she wore a plain red jumper and bluish-green trousers. Something that made her stand out among the customers of the shop, including the girl accompanying her, Chizuru Honshō. The short-haired red head looked at her mischievously. She readjusted her glasses as she explained. – Huhuhuhu. Don’t you remember? We made a bet: if I got a better mark than any of the guys in the gang he or she would have to do anything I wanted for a day – She sighed, disappointedly – I was hoping for Hime, but you will have to do… - - Sorry for not being good enough for you! – Complained the unfeminine black-haired girl – Let’s get this over with! - She added, wanting to leave as soon as possible. – Not so fast – Chizuru replied – We have plenty of time – She looked around the store, proud with herself and searching for a suitable item that would appease her. Tatsuki looked at her; with her short red hair, her pink blouse, blue skirt and the white sandals; she blended with the surroundings, unlike herself. She wondered why she had accepted to abide to Chizuru´s desire – Oh! This is perfect! C’mon try this one! – The redhead had gone into a buying rampage and started grabbing different items and tossing them to Tatsuki – And then you’ll try this one, and this one! Oh my, you are going to look like a real lady! – The girl fan of martial arts was about to respond to the other’s enthusiasm when she saw something that surprised her. Not far away from them she saw a couple of girls that stood out even more than her. Oddly, nobody seemed to notice to their presence save for her…
- Welcome to the Kurosaki clinic! How can we help… - The tandem formed by Yuzu Kurosaki’s radiant smile and Karin Kurosaki’s bored look went silent when they recognized the person calling at their door – Rukia! Long time no see! – They both were sincerely happy to see the petite girl wearing her usual gray uniform made up of a jacket and skirt of the same material and long black knee socks. – It’s been a while – Replied the girl showing a trained smile – Is Ichigo around? – The older of the two sisters, Karin looked confused at her – Don’t you know? He’s preparing for an exam – Rukia paused for a split second and replied almost instantly – Right! The exam! Of course I knew, we agreed to meet, so I could help him – The younger of the two, Yuzu, looked at her with sparking auburn eyes – Big brother has such good friends, come. I’ll bring you something to eat later – She offered with the best of her intentions – No, no, that would only distract us – Rukia politely refused the offer and whispered to the young girl’s ear – Besides, we girls should watch our figures – The short haired girl nodded in agreement. All the while Karin looked at Rukia with suspicion, but, in the end, shrugged her shoulders not giving more thought to the issue. – Oh! Rukia! I couldn’t help but to overhear that you are going to help that airhead of a son of mine with the exam! – Isshin Kurosaki, head of the family, waved at the newcomer and held her small hands between his massive ones – I’ll leave him under your care! Be sure he doesn’t screw around this time! – Rukia responded with a polite smile – Sure…you can count on me - .
- No, no, no! You fail to understand the endless charm of massive boobs! – The demanding voice of Kon, the modified soul residing in a plush toy who was seated over Ichigo, the substitute shinigami, could be hear as he poked at his forehead – Kon, for the last time! I have to pass this exam! Leave me alone! – Answered back an angered boy. Like the rest of the Kurosaki family, his eyes were the colour of auburn and they looked extremely stressed and furious. – Never! You need to learn this lesson for your life unless you… Agh! – Kon could not finish the sentence, as the spiky orange-haired boy had grabbed his head and was pushing him against the desk – Shut up! Or do you want to be Yuzu’s toy again? – The modified soul froze in pure fear – You are joking…right? – He looked at Ichigo, whose serious gaze made clear that the threat was real. He went silent immediately; thinking about being forced to wear a dress again, was an image that always filled his worst nightmares.
The door opened unexpectedly. Ichigo moved around to face whoever dared to enter his room in that moment of maximum pressure. – I told you not to disrupt… - When he realized the identity of the person in front of him he went speechless – Rukia? What are you doing here? - - Mistress Rukia! – Cried Kon happily – I’ve missed you so…ugh! – With a trained movement, Rukia’s socked foot stepped over the toy’s head preventing him from groping or indulging his filthy eyes on her figure. She sat over Ichigo’s bed as if she owned the place – I need your help, Ichigo. Remember the situation of the materialized Zanpakutōs? Sode no Shiraiyuki has come to the human world. I have to find her soon and convince her to come back and be my sword again – At the simple mention of Rukia’s weapon’s name, the temperature in the room descended drastically. An unexpected voice could be heard, filling the place – That won’t be necessary; to find me, I mean. To convince me, on the other hand… - .
- You’ll never catch me at this rate! – Laughed the tiny frame of the Zanpakutō known as Suzumebachi – You are too slow! - She mocked again to her master who grew more annoyed by each passing second – Come back here! – Ordered Soifong – Never, you sourpuss! – The small weapon stuck her tongue out towards the woman chasing after her, a gesture that only made her even angrier. The persecution took place over the rooftops of Karakura town. The black-haired woman considered herself lucky when she managed to locate the position of her Zanpakutō. But soon she figured out that the little figure that looked like a wasp only wanted to lure her out just to toy with her. The Zanpakutō had a childish face that showed a big grin every time she insulted her master. Her purple eyes shined with naughty malice whenever Soifong fell for her provocations. However, thanks to her size, it was difficult for any enemy to hit her. Less alone grab her, as Soifong was trying to do. Her large brown twin ponytails flickered in the wind as she flew away at top speed. Still, her pursuer was more than able to catch up with her and not showing the slightest sign of tiredness. With clothes that were pattered on the typical yellow and black stripes of a wasp and a white furry scarf surrounding her neck. She looked exactly like the said insect, specially her right arm, which was covered in a massive, given her size, stinger. Yet she lacked any kind of wings, which did not hinder her ability to fly. That and her exposed belly, gave her a mischievous and child-like appearance.
Suzumebachi was having the time of her life. Teasing and making Soifong mad was a blast for her. But she thought that she could make even more fun of her stiff master. After finding a suitable open space in front of an old looking solitary house, she lured the captain of the 2nd division to a trap. – Hmm. You are serious as always. But at least you can run pretty fast if you want – Soifong gave her a serious look – I’m tired of your little games. I’m going to finish this off – Suzumebachi only giggled – And what are you going to do? Kill me? You know what will happen to you if you harm me – Soifong removed her coat, leaving her only with her revealing uniform – That’s better than being looked down upon by a spoiled little brat – Having said that she disappeared. “Shunpo” thought the wasp-like Zanpakutō. But she was expecting that.
Soifong reappeared in a fraction of a second in front of Suzumebachi. Her hand pointed frontward aimed to catch the Zanpakutō and end the pursuit once and for all. But she did not count that the speedy small figure knew about her tactics. Because of that her grab failed as Suzumebachi dodged in the last moment and did something unlikely: she rushed towards her. Before Soifong could react the small Zanpakutō had gotten between the spaces that her loose attire left open near her waist. – What are you?! – The serious captain did not know what to make on this strange behaviour until she heard the acute little voice of her opponent who teased her once more. – Look at you, forever thinking of the rules! So right, so stiff. You never smile or have a laugh. But don’t worry, I’ll fix that – As Soifong tried to remove the small Zanpakutō from between her clothes. She felt an alien sensation – Ufu…ufhuhu… - She whispered softly with a smile threatening to appear in her lips. Suzumebachi found a comfortable place near Soifong bellybutton and started to rub it with the point of her stinger. The cold blade made the captain shiver and squirm. But no matter how much she tried to resist, the small Zanpakutō would avoid all her futile attempts and look for another place to tease. – That’s much better – Said the wasp as she flew in circles around Soifong's slender frame, tickling her all the while around her tummy and sides – You smile is very cute! Let’s make it change into nice laugh! – Having said that she went for the underarms and it was then that Soifong completely lost it – Ahahaha! Stop this! This is stupihihid you can’t tihihickle a captain of the 13 divisioohohohohons!!!! – She failed to stop the impertinent little Zanpakutō that would simply switch from one armpit to the other. Mixing light touches of her stinger with her left hand. Her microscopic fingers seemed to be a terrible weapon for Soifong’s sensitive skin. Each of those tiny digits were able to force a reaction directly to each individual nerve. The result was obvious – Nohohoho!! Stopohoho this! It’s an ohohoder!!! – Suzumebachi screamed to made herself heard over Soifong laughter – Now, that’s better, if you didn’t dress up like a weirdo and laughed like this you could get all the men you wanted! – Her victim fell to her provocation – You’ll never gehehehet awaayihhihihihi! With thihihi! Ahahahaha!!!! – Suzumebachi started grazing Soifong’s bare back from the top of her neck to the edge of her wide pantaloons. The proud captain was having a hard time focusing on forcing her knees to maintain her in place.
This was something that Suzumebachi noticed and got inside her trousers through the apertures on each side of her hips. Right after this, Soifong heard a voice that made her blood turn frozen solid – Soifong? It’s that you? - .The captain of the 2nd division turn completely red as her two only weaknesses were being exploited at the same time: one was to be tickled; which Suzumebachi started anew by attacking the back of her knees. The other was to be in presence of her former mentor: Yoruichi Shihōin. As her knees finally failed her, she fell to the ground laughing uncontrollably in front of the dark-skinned woman who looked at her in confusion. Without realizing it, Suzumebachi had lead her to Urahara’s shop, the place where the ex-member of the Soul society currently had her residence.
No matter how she looked at it, those two were completely out of place for Tatsuki. They were a pair of women, one short, and the other tall; who looked as if they were taken from a fairy tale book. The petite one had long brown hair with two locks of hair tidied up in two garments that made them stick out over her chest, instead of following the rest of her mane and falling to her back. Another ornament was placed on her fringe over her right eyebrow. Eyebrows that were hidden behind the said fringe. Her eyes were the same colour as her hair, despite being big and attentive they gave an indifferent look to everything near her. Both her face and her nimble, almost diaphanous figure, clad in a beautiful kimono made up of three pieces: a white upper half, a purple lower one, tied the two of them up with a yellow cloth; gave her the impression that she was a princess from the ancient Asian legends of old. The ensemble was finished with a pink ribbon, each end attached to a gigantic golden bell. Her partner was an outright contrast when compared to her. She was tall, all the delicacy the shorter girl displayed she emitted it as an air of wilderness instead, as well as her voluptuous body. Her hair was short and red, curled and spread to the ends with two protuberances that looked alike cat ears. Not only her hair gave off the impression of a human sized cat, her pink body suit was furry and open is some places, showing her tanned skin. She even had a tail that wriggled around in harmony with her feelings. Not only that, her sharp and attentive green eyes, as well as the fangs that stuck out from her lips, were those of a cat. Tatsuki could not help but to look at them and wonder why nobody else was paying attention, save her.
- I’m telling you, that girl is looking at us – Claimed the tallest one – That’s impossible – Replied the shortest – We are in spiritual form, normal humans can’t see us – She did not look concerned in the least and browsed at the clothes she saw in the store. Having gone for a trip to the real world was proving to be quite a big adventure, Tobiume, which was the name of the brown-haired Zanpakutō, thought happily. On the other hand, Haineko, the cat-resembling woman was suspicious of the girl continuously looking at them. There was a reason she was displeased with her stare, at first she thought it was a cute little boy and was interested, only to find that she was of the same gender as her. She spoke aloud – I’m sure of it, she is looking at us – Haineko would not give up on her stubbornness – Don’t worry, I think that something behind us got her attention. Like this dress! Oh my goodness it’s lovely! – Tobiume felt excited as she saw a Lolita ensemble. But the wild-looking woman was not done with that and said in a loud voice – I doubt she is interested in dresses at all, just look at her, you couldn’t tell her from a guy! – The black-haired girl took the bait.
- Who are you calling a man?! – Asked Tatsuki aloud assuming a fighting stance. Chizuru looked at her, puzzled – Who are you talking to? – She looked around and did not see anything out of the ordinary. Tatsuki was agape – Can’t you see them? – She pointed to a place a few meters from them. The red-head looked to the direction pointed and, after squinting her eyes, said – You are right! That Lolita ensemble is beautiful! It will look so good on you! It’s decided, you are going to try that one the first! – Without further ado she picked the attire and gave it to Tatsuki.
Tobiume and Haineko looked at the scene with opposite reactions. On the one hand, the short girl was upset; she wanted to try that piece on herself. On the other, the tall one was amused, seeing the events she had caused. They looked at each other and said – Let’s have some fun with them - .
- I’m not trying this on! – Argued Tatsuki – But you promised me! – Countered the girl with the glasses. Suddenly, the tomboy heard a voice behind her – You should try that on, it totally suits you… - The tall woman was whispering in her ear – Something wrong? – Chizuru asked at her friend sudden stillness – Unless you want me to do…this – Continued the teasing cat. Tatsuki felt two strong hands immobilizing her wrists and saw the end of a pink tail wailing over her nose. Tatsuki did her best to remain calm, she did not want to scare her friend – It’s nothing – She said after breathing hard, I think I’ll try that ensemble – She tried to smile as if nothing happened – So you think it’s nothing, huh? How about this? – The tall woman spoke again, this time the tail got inside the collar of her jumper and stroked over her upper body. The girl, who did not expect this, started laughing – Hehehehe – Chizuru, looked even more puzzled – Tatsuki, you are acting weird… - The other tried to remain calm – It’s nothing, I just remembered a very funny joke Ahahahaha!!!! – All the customers were looking at her. But Tatsuki was not strong enough to get free. That was much to say, as she was considered pretty powerful for her short stature. – What is taking you so long? Don’t you want to try this beautiful dress? – The short girl was behind Chizuru, who ignored that fact – Maybe we should also play with your friend? – Teased in an evil voice the kimono-clad girl. At the same time, the tickling Tatsuki was feeling intensified – Don’t dohohoho thaththa!!!! – Chizuru got scared – Don’t do what? – She froze, for some reason she could not move – What is going on? Why hihi, I have the urge to lauhuhuhu! Somebody is touching mehehehe!!! – Tatsuki tried to answer as she saw her friend being wrapped in the pink ribbon, the image of a girl taken from a folk tales book was kneeling and tickling the red-head’s bare legs. On her part, Tatsuki felt the fluffy tail making its way between her modest breasts and explored down to her navel area. The two of them were laughing in the middle of the store, almost at the top of her lungs. Chizuru went ballistic when she felt “something” stroking the top of her gorgeous looking feet. That thing was aiming for her toes – WHAHAHAHAHT IS HAHHAPENINING!! – She cried. Tatsuki felt powerless as she laughed her heart out when the tail went for her back.
Everything ended as suddenly as it started. The store crew approached them wondering if they were alright. Tatsuki hugged her friend who was in a clear state of shock. “Just who were those” thought the sportive girl.
- Well, well, you sure were having too much fun. I hope you don’t mind we join the party – Said Rangiku looking at Haineko defiantly – Tch, the old hag always gets in my way… - Spat the cat girl – Tobiume… I’m disappointed with your behaviour – Scolded Momo, to her Zanpakutō who looked at her in the eyes – I don’t have anything to prove to you. You hypocrite - .The tension could be felt in the environment around the four ladies. With astonishing speed they stepped forward to greet each other.
- I’m telling you, I can hear voices from more people. Rukia and Ichigo are not alone there – Claimed Yuzu, the youngest of the Kurosaki family – That’s impossible. You only saw Rukia coming. How would the rest enter? – Replied her slightly older sister, Karin – What are they doing anyway? That doesn’t sound like studying – The two girls were kneeling in front of the door to their brother’s room. There, they hear a series of screams behind the wooden structure – Hey you, stop screwing around in my room! Argh! Don’t touch that! No, no, no! You broke it! It was a gift from Orihime! – Ichigo’s furious voice could be discerned over a continuous stream of laughter – Ahahaha! Not thereheheheh! Stophohohop!!!! – The one laughing was none other than Rukia – Hphm, you always take me for granted, all the time. I suppose that you are also expecting me to finish this game when you order me? – A second female voice could be heard, this one was cold as ice and each word was charged with ill intent – Hey you, leave Rukia alone! Or if you are going to do that, at least remove more of her clothing! – Ordered a second male voice which did not belong to their brother. – But what is going on? – The black-haired girl got intrigued – Maybe, our brother is… - Yuzu went red even before she could finish the phrase.
- No eavesdropping shall be allowed in my house! – Against all odds Isshin’s loud voice came of out nowhere from behind the two girls – This is what happens to nosy girls like you! Coochie, coochie coo! – Before his daughters could react he embraced them with his gigantic arms, raised them and scratched their bellies, which made the two of them start laughing uncontrollably. – Dahahahad! Cut it out pleahaahse – Requested the sweet Yuzu – Damn it pops! I hahahate being tickleahahahahaha!! – Opposing to her sister, Karin was more menacing. The head of the Kurosaki family carried his beloved daughters to their rooms as he tickled them. Once there, he threw them in their beds and closed the door – You brother is in “that” age, you must give him some privacy. You are still kids, so enjoy your childhood, and don’t you dare to grow too quickly! – He left the room with the two girls still giggling, trying to recover from the surprise attack.
Isshin put his ear against the door – I swear that if you keep touching Rukia like that I’ll hhhmp! Hmmp! – Said his son – That’s right baby, remove that uniform. Argh! I REGRET NOTHING! – Exclaimed another voice. All the while Rukia could still be heard laughing desperately – Nohoho, not that!!! Pleahahahahase! - - So now you are trying to be polite? That’s what I dislike about you, you have no pride. You know that this is what you deserve – As that unidentified woman spoke, Isshin could listen to his son’s muffled screams. He was astonished – Ichigo, you… I’m happy you are in your journey to adulthood, but this looks a bit too… - He was about to open the door. But he hesitated – No, no matter what you chose, I’m your father and I support and respect your decisions, even if they are a bit kinky… - With that, he left the corridor.
The image inside of Ichigo’s room was fairly chaotic. Moments before, Rukia’s Zanpakutō, Sode no Shiraiyuki appeared in front of them. She was a tall refined woman. If Tobiume looked like a princess, then Sode no Shiraiyuki was an empress. Her demeanours were elegant, just like her attire, a single white kimono held with a large pink ribbon. Her long violet hair, just like her eyes, gave her an impression of utter coldness. She looked down on the three of them and smiled. Before Ichigo could use his badge to change into his spiritual form, he and Kon got frozen to a wall because of the weapon’s power. Rukia managed to exit her gigai (fake body) but before she could even draw her sword she got a similar treatment to the boys. The difference was that she got pinned down, spread eagle to the bed. From that moment on Shiraiyuki, gave her an evil smile and started to torture her master. When her slender fingers started touching Rukia’s feeble neck she explained the following – Miss Rukia, I find it unacceptable your attitude towards me. You draw my power like it’s yours. Not showing gratitude or respect. My beauty would decay if I don’t fix that – The shinigami did her best to show defiance, but her skin was so sensitive that even those light touches affected her – What are you… - She asked making a great effort not to giggle – Miss Rukia, did you know that members of high society used to get punished and interrogated with a method that doesn’t leave any marks? You will find as you are engulfed in agony that this method really suit us. It’s delicate, beautiful, but ruthless, just like me – The woman smiled as she agonizingly teased the girl – You! If you really call yourself a Zanpakutō leave Rukia alone and fight me! – Commanded Ichigo to the weapon – Do not test my patience, substitute shinigami, unless you want me to freeze you completely - .
That was long time ago. At this moment, the belt at Rukia’s shinigami uniform had already been removed and her upper part opened for her body to be exposed. She tossed and moved around as she felt Shiraiyuki’s icy fingers touching her sensitive skin – Do you like this, Miss Rukia? – Teased the woman as she tortured her master. Kon and Ichigo could do nothing but watch, as they were restrained and their mouths frozen shut. Rukia was at the brink of tears, she had never felt anything like that in her life. To make things worse, the Zanpakutō made her hands descend around her small body – Ahahaha! Don’t tickle me anymohohohore!! – She begged. Strangely enough, the tickling stopped briefly. Rukia used that respite to catch her breath and to see what Shiraiyuki was doing. When she felt her sandals being remove she panicked – That must be a joke, you can’t do that! – She said desperately. But the violet-haired woman only smiled. Kneeling in the most gracious manner she had done with the right shoe and went for the remaining one – Oh, but I sure can and I will do this – With this, Rukia’s feet were deprived from their protection and got attacked – AAAAHAHAHAHA! NOT THE FEHEHEHET! – The Zanpakutō found especially amusing how the tabis separated the big toes from the rest and she focused most of her effort on that zone.
Rukia’s laugh was desperate, but things were going to turn for the worse for her: Shiraiyuki got bored and decided to send the shinigami to the next level of agony. Slowly, she removed the white socks. In front of her were two petite feet that begged pitifully not to be touched. It did not work as Rukia let out a gasp when she felt the icy contact on her sensitive skin – NOHOHOHOHO!!!! – She went hysterics; it felt as if someone was rubbing several ice cubes on her soles. She thrashed on the bed, moved around, begged and, above everything, laughed like crazy. She felt the cold fingers grazing her soles insteps and wriggled them in a vane attempt of escape. However, her legs were separated from each other, as she was tied in an X position. That gave her a feeling of isolation for each of her feet that resulted in more laughing. – Tell me, Miss Rukia, would you like me to stop this? – Asked the wicked Zanpakutō – YEHEHEHE STOHOHOHOP THIHIHIHI! IHIHIHI’LL DO WHAHAHAHAEHEHEVER YOU WANT!! – Rukia’s spirit was broken, which pleased Shiraiyuki – Too bad I’m not stopping for a while – Added the woman as she caressed Rukia’s feet mischievously. The other bucked and jumped against her restraints to no avail. As her feet were viciously touched and raided everywhere.
End part 1.
I'll be posting links to the original story at the end. So without further ado.
- Ahahaha, you are not supposed to do this! Stop it right now! Ahahaha! – The usually confident voice of the 13th division’s lieutenant, Rukia Kuchiki, was instead tainted with the helpless plea of a little girl as the graceful fingers of her Zanpakutō (soul slayer) explored slowly her sensitive and ticklish abdomen. – I beg to differ, Miss Rukia. As always, you are taking me for granted. It is time I show you the real meaning of respect – The materialized weapon slid her hands in the most refined manner as she tortured her master. All in front of a quartet of eyes that looked the situation from afar in silence, unable to intervene. Both of them restrained against their will, regretting not being able to take action as they saw their shinigami (soul reaper) friend in such predicament; even if their intentions were contradictory.
- This is so much fun! Look at how cute you are when you are embarrassed! I should do this to you all the time; you would totally get all the men you wanted! – Said the bell-like voice of a small figure. It was said she resembled a wasp, her size and movements confirmed that statement. – Damn youhuhuhu! How dare you do this to mehehe! Not there ahahahahah!!! - Too tiny and fast to be stopped, one of the smallest Zanpakutōs ever known was having a great time sharing her thoughts with the 2nd division’s captain, Soifong; who, despite being in charge of the stealth division, was not able to match up with her tiny opponent’s movements. Her exposed underarms and back were continually assaulted by quick strokes that made the stoic captain quiver in laughter and get red from the embarrassment. – Way to go Soifong! You almost got her back there! – The scene would not be that bad for the short-haired shinigami if it was not for the presence of certain female to who Soifong professed so much respect. – Not in front of Miss Yoruichi! – She thought while wailing her arms and jumping around trying to turn the tides in her favor. But the small enemy was relentless and kept tickling her, not giving her a moment of respite.
- Not my feet! NOT MY FEEHEHEHET!!! – Cried aloud the kind lieutenant of the 5th division, Momo Hinamori, as she found herself hogtied to the ground by a piece of long pink cloth. As it ended in two heavy looking bells, there was nothing she could do to get free. Not that she could think about a feasible route of escape as her mind was occupied with the impending sensation governing her tabi (traditional Japanese socks)-clad feet. Being unable to move or to resist, they were getting tortured by the nasty hands of an elegant looking Zanpakutō that glided a maddening single fingertip on her delicate and helpless soles. – Fufufu – Smirked the other – You are smiling for real, not those half-assed grins you give to hide your obsession with Aizen. Should I check what would happen if I removed these? – She graciously teased as she took away with a deliberate slow pace the tabis, allowing for the soft skin to meet fresh air. During this ordeal the girl lying over her stomach could only make protests and pleads disguised as terrified laughter. – Momo! Hahhahang in there I’hihihi hehehelp you! Hey, cut that ouhuhuhut!! – Roared not far away from there the voluptuous lieutenant of the 10th division Rangiku Matsumoto. – I think you are not in the best position to worry about others. I’m surprised an old-hag like you can resist this much. Well, how about this? – Following this teasing, a pink furry tail found her way inside the big-breasted beauty’s Shihakushō (garment of dead souls) harassing the receptive skin of her thighs. Rangiku’s arms were held behind her back by a pair of strong feline hands and had to endure her terrible situation. From time to time she would feel the close breath of her torturer who enjoyed licking her neck in order to elicit uncomfortable ticklish moans.
How did this situation start? Let us backtrack a few hours in the past to learn about the series of events that would lead to this unusual exchange of ideas between swords and their masters:
- I take that each of you present in this reunion are aware of the current state of affairs – Spoke the deep voice of Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto, captain of the 1st division, to his colleagues reunited in the emergency meeting. This one was peculiar as all heads of the thirteen divisions were present, even the always indisposed Jūshirō Ukitake, captain of the 13th division, was present. No one spoke, acknowledging the seriousness of the matter they were discussing. – Despite the crisis of the Zanpakutōs gaining spiritual forms and later being controlled by Kōga Kuchiki’s sword, Muramasa, has recessed to a more stable point – The ancient leader continued – Our guards should not be taken down lightly. The threat of a hollow attack is always present. Considering this, it is pressing that all Zanpakutōs return to their natural state as soon as possible. In our current capacity, several of our most capable captains and shinigami have their abilities handicapped - .Silence followed this statement, the captains had an idea about what to be made. – However – The bearded man spoke anew – This time a return to the status quo may not be as easy as expected – His stern gaze turned at Mayuri Kurotsuchi, captain of the 12th division and second president of the “Shinigami Research Institute”. – Mayuri, share your findings with the rest – Even if his tone was polite, made clear that his commands were absolute. – With pleasure – Replied the weird looking man, giving a mysterious smile – Unlike our previous crisis during the Muramasa incident. The Zanpakutōs this time maintain their spiritual form thanks to a link they form with the master. This said, the only way to make them return to their sword form is to convince them – His smile grew deeper, as if what he was about to say amused him – But because of that link, it is better not to use any violence, unless the shinigami wants to regret it later: you see, if the Zanpakutō is “killed” or “destroyed” the same will happen to the owner – Having said this he laughed maniacally, a sound that made most of those present feel unease and displeased. The leader gave the meeting as finished – It’s pretty clear what you have to do, I don’t care what means you may use, make sure that you and your subordinates are able to subdue your Zanpakutōs as soon as possible. Remember, violence is not an option – His serious eyes gazed at those present. There was not much to be added, and the meeting was dismissed.
- I don’t think there was a need for a reunion this serious. The problem is not that complicated. I have already convinced my Zanpakutōs to change into swords in exchange of giving them sweets and drawing from time to time – Said the optimistic Jūshirō Ukitake to his friend Shunsui Sōzōsuke Jirō Kyōraku, captain of the 8th division – You are too carefree – Replied the man covering his face with the point of his hat – I wish mine were that easy to convince… - Not far from them, one of the few females found in the meeting diverted her eyes to one of the tallest skylight in the room – Is something the matter? – Asked the colossal frame of the 7th division’s captain, Sajin Komamura. The woman let out a tired breath and directed her black eyes to the massive man in front of her – It’s nothing, we should get going, we have our orders – The other agreed on that and went on his way to the exit. But Soifong’s nimble feet stopped again, there was a sense of anxiety governing her thoughts “I have the feeling someone was spying on us” she thought before following her comrades. Her white coat and long braids waving as she strode with decisive steps towards the beginning of her mission.
- So they can’t lay a finger on us? Very interesting! I’ll better tell the others, this is our chance to have some fun! – A soft and acute voice was almost impossible to hear from the skylight at the meeting hall. Her brown eyes watched as her master left the place unaware of her presence. She giggled; it would be so fun to tease her later on. But first, she had to share that useful piece on information with her friends. Flying at great speed, the glittering figure of Suzumebachi, Soifong’s Zanpakutō left the place. Considering her small size, no bigger than her master’s hand, and her unmatched speed she disappeared almost instantly as she moved around Soul Society’s clear sky.
Moments later, the Shinigami Women Association organized a special assembly to determine a course of action referring to the current case of the Zanpakutōs gone rampant. – So – A displeased captain of the 2nd division twitched her left eyebrow not caring about dissimulating her thoughts – Why has the women situation held a reunion on this specific moment? – Soifong opened her eyes and looked at the other females standing there – And why is there is only four of us? Where is the chairman?! – It was clear that she was angry, the others did not know the cause of her frustration: after looking everywhere in the Soul Society, she had not caught a glimpse on her Zanpakutō’s whereabouts. - About that… - The one who replied was Rangiku Matsumoto, like the other three women that accompanied her, she wore her traditional shinigami uniform, and the only difference was that hers was complemented with a pink shroud around her elbows and a badge denoting her status as lieutenant of the 10th division. Her enormous cleavage should not be forgotten. – The rest are either busy convincing their own Zanpakutōs or have already done that - - We are the only ones from the association that haven’t figured out where to find them – The one who completed the statement was Momo Hinamori, shorter than her colleague, the petite lieutenant of the 5th division had not customized her uniform in any way. Only her black hair gathered inside a chignon and the badge showing her rank in the said division identified her from the rest of the shinigamis. – Tch, that Shiraiyuki… Where is she? – The one who spoke to herself was Rukia Kuchiki. Similar to Momo, she wore the regular uniform with pride and only her black curly hair and her badge from being lieutenant of the 13th division were signs of her individuality. With a height similar to the kind black-haired shinigami, she and Rukia were the shortest of the four ladies present.
- Does this meeting have a meaning? Or are we here wasting our time? – There were not many things that Soifong could tolerate, and being idle was one of them. She crossed her arms around her captain uniform, different from the other three women, not only for the white coat covering it; but for the special clothing her division had. Two pieces of black sleeveless garments that showed the bare skin of the user’s back and a sneak peek of his or her tights. Again, it was Rangiku the one who answered – Let’s face it, girls. We have searched everywhere and haven’t seen those sly swords. That means they can only be in one place… - Her long red-yellow wavy hair moved as she denied with her head – Rukia’s sharp eyes looked at her – Do you mean? - - That’s right – Nodded the unshy shinigami – The human world - .
- Exactly how did you drag me to this place? – The tomboy Tatsuki Arisawa scratched her head and messed her spiky hair while she asked, showing clear disagreement towards the fact that she was in a fancy clothes shop. As she was not in class she wore a plain red jumper and bluish-green trousers. Something that made her stand out among the customers of the shop, including the girl accompanying her, Chizuru Honshō. The short-haired red head looked at her mischievously. She readjusted her glasses as she explained. – Huhuhuhu. Don’t you remember? We made a bet: if I got a better mark than any of the guys in the gang he or she would have to do anything I wanted for a day – She sighed, disappointedly – I was hoping for Hime, but you will have to do… - - Sorry for not being good enough for you! – Complained the unfeminine black-haired girl – Let’s get this over with! - She added, wanting to leave as soon as possible. – Not so fast – Chizuru replied – We have plenty of time – She looked around the store, proud with herself and searching for a suitable item that would appease her. Tatsuki looked at her; with her short red hair, her pink blouse, blue skirt and the white sandals; she blended with the surroundings, unlike herself. She wondered why she had accepted to abide to Chizuru´s desire – Oh! This is perfect! C’mon try this one! – The redhead had gone into a buying rampage and started grabbing different items and tossing them to Tatsuki – And then you’ll try this one, and this one! Oh my, you are going to look like a real lady! – The girl fan of martial arts was about to respond to the other’s enthusiasm when she saw something that surprised her. Not far away from them she saw a couple of girls that stood out even more than her. Oddly, nobody seemed to notice to their presence save for her…
- Welcome to the Kurosaki clinic! How can we help… - The tandem formed by Yuzu Kurosaki’s radiant smile and Karin Kurosaki’s bored look went silent when they recognized the person calling at their door – Rukia! Long time no see! – They both were sincerely happy to see the petite girl wearing her usual gray uniform made up of a jacket and skirt of the same material and long black knee socks. – It’s been a while – Replied the girl showing a trained smile – Is Ichigo around? – The older of the two sisters, Karin looked confused at her – Don’t you know? He’s preparing for an exam – Rukia paused for a split second and replied almost instantly – Right! The exam! Of course I knew, we agreed to meet, so I could help him – The younger of the two, Yuzu, looked at her with sparking auburn eyes – Big brother has such good friends, come. I’ll bring you something to eat later – She offered with the best of her intentions – No, no, that would only distract us – Rukia politely refused the offer and whispered to the young girl’s ear – Besides, we girls should watch our figures – The short haired girl nodded in agreement. All the while Karin looked at Rukia with suspicion, but, in the end, shrugged her shoulders not giving more thought to the issue. – Oh! Rukia! I couldn’t help but to overhear that you are going to help that airhead of a son of mine with the exam! – Isshin Kurosaki, head of the family, waved at the newcomer and held her small hands between his massive ones – I’ll leave him under your care! Be sure he doesn’t screw around this time! – Rukia responded with a polite smile – Sure…you can count on me - .
- No, no, no! You fail to understand the endless charm of massive boobs! – The demanding voice of Kon, the modified soul residing in a plush toy who was seated over Ichigo, the substitute shinigami, could be hear as he poked at his forehead – Kon, for the last time! I have to pass this exam! Leave me alone! – Answered back an angered boy. Like the rest of the Kurosaki family, his eyes were the colour of auburn and they looked extremely stressed and furious. – Never! You need to learn this lesson for your life unless you… Agh! – Kon could not finish the sentence, as the spiky orange-haired boy had grabbed his head and was pushing him against the desk – Shut up! Or do you want to be Yuzu’s toy again? – The modified soul froze in pure fear – You are joking…right? – He looked at Ichigo, whose serious gaze made clear that the threat was real. He went silent immediately; thinking about being forced to wear a dress again, was an image that always filled his worst nightmares.
The door opened unexpectedly. Ichigo moved around to face whoever dared to enter his room in that moment of maximum pressure. – I told you not to disrupt… - When he realized the identity of the person in front of him he went speechless – Rukia? What are you doing here? - - Mistress Rukia! – Cried Kon happily – I’ve missed you so…ugh! – With a trained movement, Rukia’s socked foot stepped over the toy’s head preventing him from groping or indulging his filthy eyes on her figure. She sat over Ichigo’s bed as if she owned the place – I need your help, Ichigo. Remember the situation of the materialized Zanpakutōs? Sode no Shiraiyuki has come to the human world. I have to find her soon and convince her to come back and be my sword again – At the simple mention of Rukia’s weapon’s name, the temperature in the room descended drastically. An unexpected voice could be heard, filling the place – That won’t be necessary; to find me, I mean. To convince me, on the other hand… - .
- You’ll never catch me at this rate! – Laughed the tiny frame of the Zanpakutō known as Suzumebachi – You are too slow! - She mocked again to her master who grew more annoyed by each passing second – Come back here! – Ordered Soifong – Never, you sourpuss! – The small weapon stuck her tongue out towards the woman chasing after her, a gesture that only made her even angrier. The persecution took place over the rooftops of Karakura town. The black-haired woman considered herself lucky when she managed to locate the position of her Zanpakutō. But soon she figured out that the little figure that looked like a wasp only wanted to lure her out just to toy with her. The Zanpakutō had a childish face that showed a big grin every time she insulted her master. Her purple eyes shined with naughty malice whenever Soifong fell for her provocations. However, thanks to her size, it was difficult for any enemy to hit her. Less alone grab her, as Soifong was trying to do. Her large brown twin ponytails flickered in the wind as she flew away at top speed. Still, her pursuer was more than able to catch up with her and not showing the slightest sign of tiredness. With clothes that were pattered on the typical yellow and black stripes of a wasp and a white furry scarf surrounding her neck. She looked exactly like the said insect, specially her right arm, which was covered in a massive, given her size, stinger. Yet she lacked any kind of wings, which did not hinder her ability to fly. That and her exposed belly, gave her a mischievous and child-like appearance.
Suzumebachi was having the time of her life. Teasing and making Soifong mad was a blast for her. But she thought that she could make even more fun of her stiff master. After finding a suitable open space in front of an old looking solitary house, she lured the captain of the 2nd division to a trap. – Hmm. You are serious as always. But at least you can run pretty fast if you want – Soifong gave her a serious look – I’m tired of your little games. I’m going to finish this off – Suzumebachi only giggled – And what are you going to do? Kill me? You know what will happen to you if you harm me – Soifong removed her coat, leaving her only with her revealing uniform – That’s better than being looked down upon by a spoiled little brat – Having said that she disappeared. “Shunpo” thought the wasp-like Zanpakutō. But she was expecting that.
Soifong reappeared in a fraction of a second in front of Suzumebachi. Her hand pointed frontward aimed to catch the Zanpakutō and end the pursuit once and for all. But she did not count that the speedy small figure knew about her tactics. Because of that her grab failed as Suzumebachi dodged in the last moment and did something unlikely: she rushed towards her. Before Soifong could react the small Zanpakutō had gotten between the spaces that her loose attire left open near her waist. – What are you?! – The serious captain did not know what to make on this strange behaviour until she heard the acute little voice of her opponent who teased her once more. – Look at you, forever thinking of the rules! So right, so stiff. You never smile or have a laugh. But don’t worry, I’ll fix that – As Soifong tried to remove the small Zanpakutō from between her clothes. She felt an alien sensation – Ufu…ufhuhu… - She whispered softly with a smile threatening to appear in her lips. Suzumebachi found a comfortable place near Soifong bellybutton and started to rub it with the point of her stinger. The cold blade made the captain shiver and squirm. But no matter how much she tried to resist, the small Zanpakutō would avoid all her futile attempts and look for another place to tease. – That’s much better – Said the wasp as she flew in circles around Soifong's slender frame, tickling her all the while around her tummy and sides – You smile is very cute! Let’s make it change into nice laugh! – Having said that she went for the underarms and it was then that Soifong completely lost it – Ahahaha! Stop this! This is stupihihid you can’t tihihickle a captain of the 13 divisioohohohohons!!!! – She failed to stop the impertinent little Zanpakutō that would simply switch from one armpit to the other. Mixing light touches of her stinger with her left hand. Her microscopic fingers seemed to be a terrible weapon for Soifong’s sensitive skin. Each of those tiny digits were able to force a reaction directly to each individual nerve. The result was obvious – Nohohoho!! Stopohoho this! It’s an ohohoder!!! – Suzumebachi screamed to made herself heard over Soifong laughter – Now, that’s better, if you didn’t dress up like a weirdo and laughed like this you could get all the men you wanted! – Her victim fell to her provocation – You’ll never gehehehet awaayihhihihihi! With thihihi! Ahahahaha!!!! – Suzumebachi started grazing Soifong’s bare back from the top of her neck to the edge of her wide pantaloons. The proud captain was having a hard time focusing on forcing her knees to maintain her in place.
This was something that Suzumebachi noticed and got inside her trousers through the apertures on each side of her hips. Right after this, Soifong heard a voice that made her blood turn frozen solid – Soifong? It’s that you? - .The captain of the 2nd division turn completely red as her two only weaknesses were being exploited at the same time: one was to be tickled; which Suzumebachi started anew by attacking the back of her knees. The other was to be in presence of her former mentor: Yoruichi Shihōin. As her knees finally failed her, she fell to the ground laughing uncontrollably in front of the dark-skinned woman who looked at her in confusion. Without realizing it, Suzumebachi had lead her to Urahara’s shop, the place where the ex-member of the Soul society currently had her residence.
No matter how she looked at it, those two were completely out of place for Tatsuki. They were a pair of women, one short, and the other tall; who looked as if they were taken from a fairy tale book. The petite one had long brown hair with two locks of hair tidied up in two garments that made them stick out over her chest, instead of following the rest of her mane and falling to her back. Another ornament was placed on her fringe over her right eyebrow. Eyebrows that were hidden behind the said fringe. Her eyes were the same colour as her hair, despite being big and attentive they gave an indifferent look to everything near her. Both her face and her nimble, almost diaphanous figure, clad in a beautiful kimono made up of three pieces: a white upper half, a purple lower one, tied the two of them up with a yellow cloth; gave her the impression that she was a princess from the ancient Asian legends of old. The ensemble was finished with a pink ribbon, each end attached to a gigantic golden bell. Her partner was an outright contrast when compared to her. She was tall, all the delicacy the shorter girl displayed she emitted it as an air of wilderness instead, as well as her voluptuous body. Her hair was short and red, curled and spread to the ends with two protuberances that looked alike cat ears. Not only her hair gave off the impression of a human sized cat, her pink body suit was furry and open is some places, showing her tanned skin. She even had a tail that wriggled around in harmony with her feelings. Not only that, her sharp and attentive green eyes, as well as the fangs that stuck out from her lips, were those of a cat. Tatsuki could not help but to look at them and wonder why nobody else was paying attention, save her.
- I’m telling you, that girl is looking at us – Claimed the tallest one – That’s impossible – Replied the shortest – We are in spiritual form, normal humans can’t see us – She did not look concerned in the least and browsed at the clothes she saw in the store. Having gone for a trip to the real world was proving to be quite a big adventure, Tobiume, which was the name of the brown-haired Zanpakutō, thought happily. On the other hand, Haineko, the cat-resembling woman was suspicious of the girl continuously looking at them. There was a reason she was displeased with her stare, at first she thought it was a cute little boy and was interested, only to find that she was of the same gender as her. She spoke aloud – I’m sure of it, she is looking at us – Haineko would not give up on her stubbornness – Don’t worry, I think that something behind us got her attention. Like this dress! Oh my goodness it’s lovely! – Tobiume felt excited as she saw a Lolita ensemble. But the wild-looking woman was not done with that and said in a loud voice – I doubt she is interested in dresses at all, just look at her, you couldn’t tell her from a guy! – The black-haired girl took the bait.
- Who are you calling a man?! – Asked Tatsuki aloud assuming a fighting stance. Chizuru looked at her, puzzled – Who are you talking to? – She looked around and did not see anything out of the ordinary. Tatsuki was agape – Can’t you see them? – She pointed to a place a few meters from them. The red-head looked to the direction pointed and, after squinting her eyes, said – You are right! That Lolita ensemble is beautiful! It will look so good on you! It’s decided, you are going to try that one the first! – Without further ado she picked the attire and gave it to Tatsuki.
Tobiume and Haineko looked at the scene with opposite reactions. On the one hand, the short girl was upset; she wanted to try that piece on herself. On the other, the tall one was amused, seeing the events she had caused. They looked at each other and said – Let’s have some fun with them - .
- I’m not trying this on! – Argued Tatsuki – But you promised me! – Countered the girl with the glasses. Suddenly, the tomboy heard a voice behind her – You should try that on, it totally suits you… - The tall woman was whispering in her ear – Something wrong? – Chizuru asked at her friend sudden stillness – Unless you want me to do…this – Continued the teasing cat. Tatsuki felt two strong hands immobilizing her wrists and saw the end of a pink tail wailing over her nose. Tatsuki did her best to remain calm, she did not want to scare her friend – It’s nothing – She said after breathing hard, I think I’ll try that ensemble – She tried to smile as if nothing happened – So you think it’s nothing, huh? How about this? – The tall woman spoke again, this time the tail got inside the collar of her jumper and stroked over her upper body. The girl, who did not expect this, started laughing – Hehehehe – Chizuru, looked even more puzzled – Tatsuki, you are acting weird… - The other tried to remain calm – It’s nothing, I just remembered a very funny joke Ahahahaha!!!! – All the customers were looking at her. But Tatsuki was not strong enough to get free. That was much to say, as she was considered pretty powerful for her short stature. – What is taking you so long? Don’t you want to try this beautiful dress? – The short girl was behind Chizuru, who ignored that fact – Maybe we should also play with your friend? – Teased in an evil voice the kimono-clad girl. At the same time, the tickling Tatsuki was feeling intensified – Don’t dohohoho thaththa!!!! – Chizuru got scared – Don’t do what? – She froze, for some reason she could not move – What is going on? Why hihi, I have the urge to lauhuhuhu! Somebody is touching mehehehe!!! – Tatsuki tried to answer as she saw her friend being wrapped in the pink ribbon, the image of a girl taken from a folk tales book was kneeling and tickling the red-head’s bare legs. On her part, Tatsuki felt the fluffy tail making its way between her modest breasts and explored down to her navel area. The two of them were laughing in the middle of the store, almost at the top of her lungs. Chizuru went ballistic when she felt “something” stroking the top of her gorgeous looking feet. That thing was aiming for her toes – WHAHAHAHAHT IS HAHHAPENINING!! – She cried. Tatsuki felt powerless as she laughed her heart out when the tail went for her back.
Everything ended as suddenly as it started. The store crew approached them wondering if they were alright. Tatsuki hugged her friend who was in a clear state of shock. “Just who were those” thought the sportive girl.
- Well, well, you sure were having too much fun. I hope you don’t mind we join the party – Said Rangiku looking at Haineko defiantly – Tch, the old hag always gets in my way… - Spat the cat girl – Tobiume… I’m disappointed with your behaviour – Scolded Momo, to her Zanpakutō who looked at her in the eyes – I don’t have anything to prove to you. You hypocrite - .The tension could be felt in the environment around the four ladies. With astonishing speed they stepped forward to greet each other.
- I’m telling you, I can hear voices from more people. Rukia and Ichigo are not alone there – Claimed Yuzu, the youngest of the Kurosaki family – That’s impossible. You only saw Rukia coming. How would the rest enter? – Replied her slightly older sister, Karin – What are they doing anyway? That doesn’t sound like studying – The two girls were kneeling in front of the door to their brother’s room. There, they hear a series of screams behind the wooden structure – Hey you, stop screwing around in my room! Argh! Don’t touch that! No, no, no! You broke it! It was a gift from Orihime! – Ichigo’s furious voice could be discerned over a continuous stream of laughter – Ahahaha! Not thereheheheh! Stophohohop!!!! – The one laughing was none other than Rukia – Hphm, you always take me for granted, all the time. I suppose that you are also expecting me to finish this game when you order me? – A second female voice could be heard, this one was cold as ice and each word was charged with ill intent – Hey you, leave Rukia alone! Or if you are going to do that, at least remove more of her clothing! – Ordered a second male voice which did not belong to their brother. – But what is going on? – The black-haired girl got intrigued – Maybe, our brother is… - Yuzu went red even before she could finish the phrase.
- No eavesdropping shall be allowed in my house! – Against all odds Isshin’s loud voice came of out nowhere from behind the two girls – This is what happens to nosy girls like you! Coochie, coochie coo! – Before his daughters could react he embraced them with his gigantic arms, raised them and scratched their bellies, which made the two of them start laughing uncontrollably. – Dahahahad! Cut it out pleahaahse – Requested the sweet Yuzu – Damn it pops! I hahahate being tickleahahahahaha!! – Opposing to her sister, Karin was more menacing. The head of the Kurosaki family carried his beloved daughters to their rooms as he tickled them. Once there, he threw them in their beds and closed the door – You brother is in “that” age, you must give him some privacy. You are still kids, so enjoy your childhood, and don’t you dare to grow too quickly! – He left the room with the two girls still giggling, trying to recover from the surprise attack.
Isshin put his ear against the door – I swear that if you keep touching Rukia like that I’ll hhhmp! Hmmp! – Said his son – That’s right baby, remove that uniform. Argh! I REGRET NOTHING! – Exclaimed another voice. All the while Rukia could still be heard laughing desperately – Nohoho, not that!!! Pleahahahahase! - - So now you are trying to be polite? That’s what I dislike about you, you have no pride. You know that this is what you deserve – As that unidentified woman spoke, Isshin could listen to his son’s muffled screams. He was astonished – Ichigo, you… I’m happy you are in your journey to adulthood, but this looks a bit too… - He was about to open the door. But he hesitated – No, no matter what you chose, I’m your father and I support and respect your decisions, even if they are a bit kinky… - With that, he left the corridor.
The image inside of Ichigo’s room was fairly chaotic. Moments before, Rukia’s Zanpakutō, Sode no Shiraiyuki appeared in front of them. She was a tall refined woman. If Tobiume looked like a princess, then Sode no Shiraiyuki was an empress. Her demeanours were elegant, just like her attire, a single white kimono held with a large pink ribbon. Her long violet hair, just like her eyes, gave her an impression of utter coldness. She looked down on the three of them and smiled. Before Ichigo could use his badge to change into his spiritual form, he and Kon got frozen to a wall because of the weapon’s power. Rukia managed to exit her gigai (fake body) but before she could even draw her sword she got a similar treatment to the boys. The difference was that she got pinned down, spread eagle to the bed. From that moment on Shiraiyuki, gave her an evil smile and started to torture her master. When her slender fingers started touching Rukia’s feeble neck she explained the following – Miss Rukia, I find it unacceptable your attitude towards me. You draw my power like it’s yours. Not showing gratitude or respect. My beauty would decay if I don’t fix that – The shinigami did her best to show defiance, but her skin was so sensitive that even those light touches affected her – What are you… - She asked making a great effort not to giggle – Miss Rukia, did you know that members of high society used to get punished and interrogated with a method that doesn’t leave any marks? You will find as you are engulfed in agony that this method really suit us. It’s delicate, beautiful, but ruthless, just like me – The woman smiled as she agonizingly teased the girl – You! If you really call yourself a Zanpakutō leave Rukia alone and fight me! – Commanded Ichigo to the weapon – Do not test my patience, substitute shinigami, unless you want me to freeze you completely - .
That was long time ago. At this moment, the belt at Rukia’s shinigami uniform had already been removed and her upper part opened for her body to be exposed. She tossed and moved around as she felt Shiraiyuki’s icy fingers touching her sensitive skin – Do you like this, Miss Rukia? – Teased the woman as she tortured her master. Kon and Ichigo could do nothing but watch, as they were restrained and their mouths frozen shut. Rukia was at the brink of tears, she had never felt anything like that in her life. To make things worse, the Zanpakutō made her hands descend around her small body – Ahahaha! Don’t tickle me anymohohohore!! – She begged. Strangely enough, the tickling stopped briefly. Rukia used that respite to catch her breath and to see what Shiraiyuki was doing. When she felt her sandals being remove she panicked – That must be a joke, you can’t do that! – She said desperately. But the violet-haired woman only smiled. Kneeling in the most gracious manner she had done with the right shoe and went for the remaining one – Oh, but I sure can and I will do this – With this, Rukia’s feet were deprived from their protection and got attacked – AAAAHAHAHAHA! NOT THE FEHEHEHET! – The Zanpakutō found especially amusing how the tabis separated the big toes from the rest and she focused most of her effort on that zone.
Rukia’s laugh was desperate, but things were going to turn for the worse for her: Shiraiyuki got bored and decided to send the shinigami to the next level of agony. Slowly, she removed the white socks. In front of her were two petite feet that begged pitifully not to be touched. It did not work as Rukia let out a gasp when she felt the icy contact on her sensitive skin – NOHOHOHOHO!!!! – She went hysterics; it felt as if someone was rubbing several ice cubes on her soles. She thrashed on the bed, moved around, begged and, above everything, laughed like crazy. She felt the cold fingers grazing her soles insteps and wriggled them in a vane attempt of escape. However, her legs were separated from each other, as she was tied in an X position. That gave her a feeling of isolation for each of her feet that resulted in more laughing. – Tell me, Miss Rukia, would you like me to stop this? – Asked the wicked Zanpakutō – YEHEHEHE STOHOHOHOP THIHIHIHI! IHIHIHI’LL DO WHAHAHAHAEHEHEVER YOU WANT!! – Rukia’s spirit was broken, which pleased Shiraiyuki – Too bad I’m not stopping for a while – Added the woman as she caressed Rukia’s feet mischievously. The other bucked and jumped against her restraints to no avail. As her feet were viciously touched and raided everywhere.
End part 1.
