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This chapter written on 09/05/2022
Opening Theme: Kuchibiru Kara Romantica by AAA
Ending Theme: Aitai Riyuu by AAA
Across the Dimensions
Fifth Division in the Red
Chapter Seventeen: All In
SOUL SOCIETY – FIFTH DIVISION
Crown Prince Ichigo stepped through the kneeling crowd. His eyes never left the beautiful woman ahead of him.
He stood beside her, forming a white cloak in the air and wrapping it around her.
“I have missed you, Shira,” he said. He leaned down and kissed her, not holding back his passionate longing for her.
She broke the kiss quickly. “Really?” she asked. “While I’m holding a sword?”
“There are many more pleasurable things to do,” he promised.
He looked to Jushiro. “Your assistance will not be needed. I will handle this myself.”
He placed his hand against Shira’s face, caressing her cheek. “Shall I make him into a eunuch, my love? He deserves this for touching you. I can tell you didn’t agree to it.”
“What?” Byakuya gasped.
“My princess prefers to punish men that way. Those men who do those things. Don’t worry, being a eunuch may allow you to earn a place of honor in the palace. It is highly uncommon for an intact man to serve a princess. Perhaps I might permit such an arrogant fool such as yourself to serve my wife. Then again, I think I’ll choose a much lower rank for you.”
“Ichigo!” Rukia exclaimed. “Please!”
Ichigo looked to Rukia, his gaze darkening. “You. You cost me so much. You killed my wife! You killed my child!”
“You fool,” Shirahime hissed. “Do you consider your relationship with her against your will? You agreed. Thus, you both killed us. You have no place here, prince. Let Ichigo – your current self – come back.”
“No. Never. I’ll fix everything now. Then the three of us will go home.” He looked over to Daichi. “I’ll forgive you for having others. I will be his father. Even my current incarnation agreed.”
“That’s it!” Yumi declared as he came to them, completely skipping the required show of respect. “I’ve had enough. Ichigo, or Prince Ichigo, I don’t care who you are. I am Daichi’s father. Let everyone know. I have that relationship with her, and I don’t care who knows.”
“You’ve got to be kidding!” Byakuya exclaimed. “You like men!”
“Nii-sama,” Rukia admonished. “That is hardly a concern right now. And have you heard of liking both? ‘Cause it’s clear Momo’s been into both her taichos.”
Momo’s face heated. She wasn’t quite sure what Rukia meant. But taicho – Thorne Taicho – was much better than Aizen. She’d rather be a father to the Thorne’s children than Aizen’s.
“Tobiume,” Yukihime said to Momo’s zanpakuto. “Should I ask what your master is thinking right now?” They could not be heard, except by Shirahime and her children.
“No,” Tobiume answered. “Just, no.”
“What?” Yumi asked. “No, forget it. Now back to the subject of my son.”
“Well then,” Yukihime said to Tobiume, “do you mind helping me punch this annoying prince?”
“Sure. But I should ask for something for Momo in return. Okay, how about letting her kiss taicho? Maybe taicho could teach her how to kiss properly.”
“And how many people has she kissed? Don’t tell me Aizen!”
“No way. She has no experience.”
Yumi reached his hand out to Daichi.
“I’m sorry I haven’t spent a lot of time with you,” Yumi apologized.
“Because you don’t love mom anymore. And I’m just a burden because I tie you to her!”
“No,” Yumi insisted. “I’ve just been an idiot. I’ve been too afraid to see your mom again. Then to see you.”
“Then you don’t mind being my dad?” he asked.
“I’d be honored,” he said.
Prince Ichigo cleared his throat.
Yumi turned to him. “Just keep quiet!”
Shirahime grasped Ichigo’s shoulder.
“Now, my boy,” Yumi said to Daichi. “Are you going to introduce me?”
Blue energy shimmered over Daichi’s body. One moment, he was there. The next, a blue haired girl stood there.
Yumi looked to him, understanding. He stepped back to Kosetsu’s side.
Shinjiro took the girl’s hand. “My little princess, how nice to meet you.”
The girl threw her arms around him. “Jiro Papa! Jiro Papa!” she cried against him.
Shinjiro patted her head. “It’s okay. It’s okay. Your mom and I – and Yumi – are going to help both of you.”
“I didn’t want that mean man to hurt you.”
“I know. But it’s my job to fight him for you and your mama. After all, I’m your dad, aren’t I?”
The girl pulled back, tears streaming down her face. She nodded.
“It must have been so hard, hiding inside of your brother. Not being able to see everyone like he does.”
“I was going to go out,” she said. “But mama made me stay. The bad man was there. The bad man doesn’t know about me.”
“And he doesn’t need to. But we got to find a way to help you, okay?”
“I wish I could walk around like my big brothers and sister.”
He patted her head again. “Your name – you’re Raiko, aren’t you?”
Shirahime smiled. “I should have known you would have figured it out.”
“But she’s really his -,” Byakuya began only to be cut off by Jushiro’s zanpakuto pressing closer to his throat.
“She is my princess’ daughter. Surely, you’re not that stupid?” Jushiro asked.
Byakuya wanted to scream. If this girl was Raiko, she was Aoi Raiko, Daichi’s zanpakuto. Was everyone in hime-san’s family so strange? Why didn’t she get pregnant like anyone else who has kids? How come they just keep showing up? Then again, Daichi wasn’t really her son, was he? Surely, he was adopted. No matter what anyone said. Right?
“Idiot,” Yukihime said to Tobiume.
“You got it,” she agreed.
“He’s really annoying,” Haineko said. She was able to hear them as well.
“Now who are you talking to?” Rangiku asked Haineko.
“Who?” Orihime asked.
“Haineko, my zanpakuto. She’s chatting it up with someone.”
Near Shirahime, Kosetsu rolled his eyes.
“Jiro Papa,” Raiko said, “would you be mad if mama did this contest? I mean, considering that disrespectful man is joining?”
“Contest?” Yumi asked.
“I’ll explain later,” Shinjiro said. “And no, Raiko. I think it would be a great idea. To prove once and for all who really wants to be with your mom.”
“Just as long as mama doesn’t have to stick to just one.”
Shinjiro laughed. “Sounds fair. After all, you do have lots of brothers and sisters. One day, your mom will get them all back. And maybe have some new ones along the way.”
“Well,” Shirahime said. “I’m not sure what this contest is, but if my daughter wants it,” she looked to Yachiru, “my other daughter,” she looked to Daichi, “and my son,” she looked to Kosetsu, “and my eldest son, who am I to say no? I’m all in.”