Not a Mob: Psycho

Contrasting Karin's expectations, Ohta didn't force her to train 24/7 or deprive her of sleep. The only real change to their schedule was that he had her wake up at 5:30 AM, joining him for a 3km run and training with free weights until breakfast. At 8 AM, her 'real' training began, alternating between failure drills and repeating a single exercise for upwards of four hours without any meaningful breaks or rest.
Fortunately for Karin, Ohta afforded her free time from noon to 3 PM. He advised her to use that time to rest. Instead, she used it to loiter about his room, curling up atop Rukia's beanbag to read manga, asking for help with her Summer classwork, relaxing in the bath, or surprising him with random questions.
"Can you do the splits?" asked Karin, sitting with her feet together on the floor.
"Not without hurting myself..." replied Ohta, his gaze focused on the book he was reading, a variation of the Dirk Pitt novels from his previous world. There were many things in this world that were similar but subtly different from his past, including a trading card game called Pokomon, a growing search engine called Goggle, and a middle-grade book series called Harry Mason.
In an obvious attempt to get his attention, Karin asserted, "I can. Here, check this out..." before doing a split and leaning forward to lean on her elbows. It was a decent display of flexibility, but if he looked beyond the intent, Ohta would have been able to see Karin's increasingly perky butt, bound in navy-blue bike shorts.
"Not bad..." replied Ohta, briefly casting his gaze to Karin before returning to his book. His 'dismissiveness' earned him a frown, but the raven-haired Kurosaki didn't say anything as she held her position, periodically looking his way while her eyes meandered about his room.
Seemingly finding her courage, Karin asked the question Ohta had been anticipating even before her week-long training camp, specifically, "Hey, Ohta...do you have a girlfriend?"
"You should know the answer to that, even without me telling you," said Ohta, turning the page in his book. Karin had seen the inside of Rukia's apartment when she was moving stuff from the second to the first floor, and she had sneakily searched through his dresser drawers when he was unwinding in the bath. Ohta hadn't said anything, as Karin's behavior was fairly common for her age, but he quickly noticed some of Rukia's clothes and one of his spirit-thread t-shirts were missing since then.
"Well, where is she?" asked Karin, either pretending she had no idea what Ohta was hinting at or completely unaware she had been found out.
"The Soul Society abducted her," replied Ohta, turning another page as he casually revealed, "I'll be leaving to rescue her tomorrow, along with your brother and several of his friends..."
Not expecting such a revelation, Karin stared at Ohtat with wide eyes and her mouth slightly agape. Before she could exclaim or ask any follow-up questions, however, Ohta calmly lied through his teeth, assuring, "Relax, boku. It's not as serious as it sounds. Your brother will be back before the end of Summer, maybe a lot sooner."
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Though she had developed that habit of believing just about everything Ohta told her, Karin furrowed her brows, clearly mulling over her thoughts for several minutes before muttering, "You mentioned that Ichi-nii will be back...what about you?"
"I'll most likely remain in the Soul Society," replied Ohta, shifting his gaze to meet the hurt-looking Kurosaki's as he teased, "But don't worry. I'll still come to visit Karakura every so often. Your daydreams might not bear the fruit you're hoping for, but I can at least check in to see how your training is progressing."
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Feeling saddened by Ohta's words, Karin lowered her gaze to the space under his bed, staring at nothing in particular. She knew her chances were slim due to the difference in their age, but most of the female clothes she found in Ohta's dresser were a comfortable fit. When she originally found them, she even suspected that Ohta had bought them specifically for her to wear, but the existence of romance novels and other girly things in his apartment told a different story.
Not sure what else to say, Karin's eyes wandered for a few minutes before she eventually asked, "How tall is your girlfriend...?"
"I'm not entirely sure," responded Ohta. "Somewhere around 140-145cm? She's a short stack and a half."
Rising to his feet, Ohta used telepathy to unlock the drawer containing his sketchpads and notebooks, pulling one out and tossing it to Karin as she rose to a seated position.
"Is this a sketchbook?" asked Karin. However, even before Ohta replied, she understood why he had tossed it to her, opening it to discover the first page depicted a raven-haired girl with delicate features but sharp, emotive eyes.
"Did you draw this...?" asked Karin, her expression a mixture of shock and awe. From her viewpoint, the casually created sketch looked like a photo that had been superimposed onto the page.
"Her name is Rukia," revealed Ohta, sitting on his bed as he added, "She's the one who gave your brother his powers, forced to relinquish them after sustaining a serious injury while trying to protect you and your family. You should thank her when you meet."
Though Ohta's remark inspired several questions in her mind, Karin didn't ask them. Instead, she continued to gaze at Rukia's headshot, wondering if she could get Ohta to create one of her.
Seeing through the diminutive Kurosaki's thoughts, Ohta asked, "Let me guess, you want me to draw you?" with a teasing smile.
"Can you...?" asked Karin, looking at Ohta with a glimmer of hope in her ebony eyes. She felt like an idiot for having a crush on a boy who already had a girlfriend, but if she could have a memento of their time together, it would lessen the blow, at least a little.
"Sure," replied Ohta, getting up to grab a second sketchbook and a set of graphite pencils. Contrasting Karin's expectations, however, he didn't ask her to pose or model for him. Instead, he sat down at his desk, drawing a near-perfect rendition of her present appearance from memory.
Observing Ohta's progress from over his shoulder, Karin was awed again by his skill. She 'knew' he was good after seeing the sketch of Rukia, but she didn't realize how effortless the process was for him. It was actually a little unnerving, her ears burning at the prospect that Ohta could draw her in whatever pose or position he pleased...
"Done," said Ohta, holding up the sketchbook so Karin could get a better look or hold it directly. In it, Karin had a slightly annoyed look on her face, but she only had herself to blame for that, as, even when she smiled, her brows were almost always furrowed.
Staring at the image, Karin felt like she was staring into a static, black-and-white mirror. Its expression annoyed her a bit, but instead of voicing her thoughts aloud, Karin couldn't help smiling as she said, "You're really good..." Unfortunately, as was often the case when people learned that someone they knew was good at art, this was immediately followed by, "Can you draw another one? This time in an action pose...?"
Exhaling a scoffing chuckle, Ohta remarked, "You're lucky I'm in a good mood..." before setting the sketchbook down, flipping to a new page, and creating a sketch that could pass as the cover of an action comic...
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"Someone's early. Are you that eager to enter the Soul Society?" asked Yoruichi, waiting in the parking lot of Urahara's store in her feline form. Ichigo, Orihime, and Chad had yet to be apprised of the fact she was a bodacious beauty in disguise, and she planned to keep it that way until she found a good time to fuck with them.
"You're lucky I've waited this long," remarked Ohta, looking around as he asked, "Where are the others?"
"I just said you're early," replied Yoruichi, rolling her eyes as she added, "They're a bunch of high-school brats. Did you think they would show up an hour ahead of the scheduled meeting time...?"
Without waiting for Ohta's response, Yoruichi met his gaze, appending, "Actually, it's good that you showed up early. That Quincy boy from the Menos incident will be accompanying us on our trip. If you could avoid planting his head in the ground until 'after' we've rescued your beloved Rukia, that'd be great..."
Shrugging his shoulders, Ohta responded with a dismissive, "Whatever..." He assumed Uryu was just another unwitting pawn drafted into Kisuke's schemes, but that didn't concern him. Once this shit with Aizen was over, he planned to cut all ties with the creepy uncle, the only exception being Yoruichi. However, unless she went out of her way to visit him in the Soul Society, or wherever else he ended up, he would have nothing to do with her...
Though she couldn't read Ohta's mind, Yoruichi suddenly felt annoyed, prompting her to ask, "You're not thinking anything rude, are you...?" in a flat, accusatory tone.
"Is that going to stop you from seeking my attention?" countered Ohta, patting his chest as he added, "C'mere."
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Suppressing the urge to scratch or bite him, Yoruichi briefly hesitated before pouncing over and leaping into Ohta's embrace, perching atop his left forearm and allowing him to pet her. It frustrated her to no end when he treated her like a pet, but she endured it, having convinced herself it was only a matter of time before she got even with him...
"Oh? You two look like you're having fun," remarked Kisuke, emerging from his store in his usual outfit, sporting his characteristically creepy smile.
Furrowing his brows, Ohta asked, "Are the preparations for our departure complete? There aren't any 'surprises' waiting for us, are there...?"
"If you knew, it wouldn't be much of a surprise, would it?" teased Kisuke, unruffled by Ohta's glower as he added, "But yes, the preparations have been completed. All we're waiting for now is for the remaining players to arrive. Look, here comes one now..."
Pointing into the distance with his cane, Kisuke prompted both Ohta and Yoruichi to look back, the latter perching atop the former's shoulder for a better view. There, seemingly materializing from the shadows, was a tall, brown-skinned man with messy brown hair, rugged features, and a broad, muscular body. He looked to be in his late twenties, but the truth was that he was barely three weeks older than Ohta.
Spotting Ohta, the inordinately tall youth, Sado Yasutora, colloquially known as 'Chad,' briefly paused before raising his right hand and offering a curt, "Yo...it's been a while..."
"And you're even bigger than the last time I saw you," remarked Ohta.
"Mmm...I've been working out..." replied Chad, balling his raised hand into a fist and flexing, his bicep looking like it might tear the fabric of his pink Hawaiian shirt.
"So it would appear..." replied Ohta. However, as he could barely sense any 'real' power within Chad's body, he felt compelled to ask, "Are you sure you want to come along? You're definitely powerful for a human, but the place we're headed is filled with literal 'Gods of Death.'"
Without any hesitation, Chad responded with a curt nod, calmly asserting, "Rukia helped me out once. I want to return the favor..."
"Then you better not die..." mused Ohta, deciding to no longer press the matter. Chad was similar to him in how they both 'repaid' their debts. The key difference was that Chad primarily repaid debts of kindness and let those who wronged him go in peace. Ohta was the opposite in the latter regard, as he could hold a grudge for years and 'always' got his revenge, even if it killed him...
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(A/N: Chad is such a Chad o_o...)

Arriving shortly after Chad, Orihime, wearing a bright pink blouse, beige loafers, and grey sweatpants that hugged her voluminous ass, opened her eyes wide and practically shouted, "Oh, wow! Hey, Ohta-kun. Mr. Yoruichi said you'd be coming with us, but I didn't know if you would actually show up."
Raising his hand, Ohta replied, "Long time no see, princess. Get hit by any cars recently...?"
"Moooouuuu..."
Puffing out her cheeks, Orihime briefly appeared offended before quickly getting over it, adopting a marginally more serious expression as she said, "Tatsuki really misses you, you know..."
Shaking his head, Ohta quietly asserted, "That life is behind me now...but when you see her next, you can tell her I said hi and congratulate her for taking First Place in the national tournament..."
Adopting a smile, Orihime responded with a curt, "I'll be sure to tell her." before shifting her attention to Yoruichi on his shoulder, gaining a far more luminous smile as she waved her hand and said, "Hello, Mr. Yoruichi! Your fur is looking especially soft this morning!"
"Well, I wanted to look my best before my homecoming," mused Yoruichi, leaping from Ohta's shoulder as she could sense the final two members of their party approaching.
Though they didn't exactly appear alongside one another, Ichigo and Uryu showed up around the same time, the latter following behind the former. When they noticed Ohta, both bishonen frowned deeply, but it was Ichigo who said, "It's you..." in an ostensibly threatening tone.
"It's me..." parrotted Ohta, intending to say more, but Orihime literally inserted herself in front of him, exclaiming, "Good morning, Ichigo-kun, Ishida-kun~!"
As if he had only just noticed her, Ichigo stared at Orihime with his mouth agape, asking, "Inoue? What are you doing here...?"
"Mou...I told you it was okay to call me Orihime," pouted Orhime, promptly perking up as she added, "As for why I'm here, isn't it obvious? I'm going to help rescue Rukia...!"
Adopting a serious expression, Ichigo firmly asserted, "We're not going on a picnic, Ino&ndash;Orihime. You could die."
"I know that..." replied Orihime, maintaining her smile but lowering her eyes and appearing saddened as she muttered, "But Rukia is my friend. I can't just sit back and watch bad things happen to her. I might not be the strongest member of our party, but I'm sure I can be helpful..."
Before Ichigo could try and persuade Orihime to stay behind, Yoruichi chimed in to say, "With the exception of Ohta, the little missy here is the only one that can heal you if you sustain severe injuries in a fight. Unless you want to be the one to die, I suggest you shelve the chivalry and thank her for agreeing to come along."
Shifting his gaze to Yoruichi, Ichigo looked like he wanted to argue but froze when he saw who had spoken.
"Did that cat...just talk?" asked Ichigo.
Picking Yoruichi up from the ground, Orihime happily revealed, "His name is Mr. Yoruichi! Isn't he just the cutest~!?"
Though she didn't appreciate being picked up and manhandled by the bubbly ginger, Yoruichi tolerated Orihime's antics, stating, "We don't have time for this right now. The window to avoid detection while entering the Soul Society is incredibly tight. We should get going."
"First things first..." chimed in Uryu, pushing up his glasses as he stared at Ohta.
Expecting the arrogant Quincy to talk shit, Ohta was marginally surprised when Uryu abruptly lowered his head, appearing sincere as he stated, "I owe you an apology, Yamada Ohta. You were correct when you said my grudge against Soul Society had nothing to do with you and the people of this town. I hope that by participating in the salvation of the one you hold dear, you might forgive my lapse in judgment..."
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Taken aback by Uryu's formality, Ohta didn't immediately respond. As a result, Ichigo had the opportunity to say, "I also wanted to apologize..." scratching his head as he added, "And to thank you. I heard about how you rescued Karin and treated a serious injury. I'm not sure what I would have done if she died, so thanks...I mean it..."
Sparing Ohta the need to respond to either of the two, Kisuke abruptly clapped his hands, saying, "Well, now that we're all here, shall we get a move on? As my adorable feline colleague pointed out, we don't exactly have the time to stand around chatting."
Prompted by Kisuke's words, Orihime threw her right hand into the air and enthusiastically exclaimed, "Let's go!". She was truthfully feeling the most nervous out of everyone present, but that didn't stop her from taking the initiative to march into Urahara's shop, prompting everyone else to follow shortly after...
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"Oh, wow! I never knew there was such a ginormous space underneath the town! Incredible...!" exclaimed Orhime, seeing the underground study chamber for the first time.
As the reactions of Ohta and Ichigo had been lackluster during their first visit to the chamber, the muscular Tessai teared up a bit in response to Orihime's enthusiasm. Kisuke had developed the prototype, but he was the one who built and repaired the underground space whenever Ohta destroyed it. Having someone recognize his work was touching...
"Now, now, no wandering off," said Kisuke. "You'll have plenty of time to explore once you return. For now..."
Snapping his fingers, Kisuke caused a large rectangular gate, seemingly comprised of sheets of paper, to materialize out of thin air.
"That is the gate that leads to Soul Society," explained Urahara. "It's called the Senkaimon(Tunnel World Gate). Listen closely because I'm going to explain things once. But, first things first..."
Using his cane, bearing the symbol of a skull exuding blue flames on its tip, Urahara abruptly stabbed Ichigo through his chest, the tip of the cane phasing through his body as his Soul was summarily ejected.
"Hey, what's the big idea!?" exclaimed Ichigo. "You could at least warn me before you expel my Soul! And you guys, stay away from my body. It's not a toy...!"
With Ichigo directing his words to them, Chad, Orihime, and Uryu ceased examing his presently lifeless corpse.
"Alright, listen up," said Urahara. "This Senkaimon is different from normal. These papers are inscribed with a spirit particle conversion formula, so it 'should' convert any physical matter that passes through into spirit matter. The caveat is that this type of formula violates the fundamental principles of the world, so passing through is bound to incur a reaction of some sort. As a result, you'll only have about four minutes to reach the other side. If you fail, well, your bodies and souls will either be obliterated or displaced somewhere, maybe even 'some time' else..."
Adopting one of his characteristically creepy smiles, Urahara asked, "So, how about it? This is your last chance to back out. The moment you step through this gate, the only option you'll have is to move forward. Hesitate, even for a moment, and death might be the best end you can hope for..."
"Just open the gate," said Ohta, abruptly vanishing before reappearing in front of the Senkaimon with crossed arms and a resolute look on his face as he firmly asserted, "Even if everyone else chooses to remain behind, I'm going..."
"He's fast..." muttered Ichigo, his body trembling ever so slightly as he appended, "Just like the guy who took Rukia..."
While everyone else was equally taken aback by Ohta's speed, Yoruichi jumped onto his shoulder, looking back at the befuddled group as she asked, "Well, what are the rest of you fools waiting for? Either line up or stand back...!"
Prompted by Yoruichi's shout, everyone moved over and stood before the Senkaimon, prepared to enter the moment it opened. Orihime happened to line up on Ohta's right, causing him to raise his brows slightly, but now was neither the time nor place to ask why she didn't stand next to Ichigo. If he had to guess, Tatsuki had asked her to look after him. Either that, or she expected him to carry her if she fell behind...
"Well, looks like everyone's ready," said Kisuke, standing on the right side of the Senkaimon while Tessai mirrored his position on the left. Once they began channeling their spirit energy into the gate, the interior released a blinding, bluish-white light while Kisuke shouted, "Jump in the moment it finishes opening! And remember, you only get one chance at this! Make it count...!"
Nearly as soon as Kisuke finished shouting, the blinding light emitting from the gate stabilized, revealing a dark corridor lined by purple, flesh-like walls. It was a fairly gruesome sight, but everyone leaped in without any obvious hesitation, Ohta leading the pack considerably by activating Shunpo the moment the corridor came into view.
Though she anticipated Ohta's actions, Yoruichi sighed and whispered into his ear, "Stay with the rest of the group. We'll be using the Kōtotsu, the cleaner that prevents foreign objects and entities from clogging up the Dangai, to reverse the flow of time. If you pass through too quickly, everyone else will have appeared a week before you..."
"How the hell does that work...?" asked Ohta, failing to comprehend how he could reach the gate at the end of the tunnel first yet somehow arrive later than everyone else...
"Why are you asking me?" retorted Yoruichi. "Kisuke is the only one who understands how this works. Once we're done rescuing Rukia, feel free to ask him."
"Hard pass..." replied Ohta, holding his ground and waiting for everyone else to catch up, barely keeping ahead of the fleshy purple corridor that was collapsing behind them...
"Jeez, Ohta-kun, you can't run ahead like that...!" whined Orihime, clearly struggling more than the rest of the group.
Floating backward at the same pace the group was moving forward, Ohta asked, "Is this really the fastest you guys can go? Do I need to carry your asses...?"
"Damn show off..." growled Ichigo, feeling equal parts annoyed by Ohta's behavior and frustrated at himself. He had trained his ass off to catch up to the duo that had captured Rukia, but Ohta's speed made it clear he still had a long way to go.
While the 'men' were too proud to accept Ohta's help, Orihime surprised him a bit by shouting, "Please carry me...!" as she abruptly leaped at him. She had a phenomenal physique, but she wasn't very athletic. Her shoes, laceless loafers, also weren't very suited to running, so she didn't hesitate to accept Ohta's offer, forcing him to catch her.
("Her tits are massive...") noted Ohta, his expression remaining unchanged as Orihime clung to his body, pressing her voluminous, incredibly soft tits against him. Ohta nearly grabbed her ass to support her, but he managed to resist the near-instinctual urge, instead grabbing her waist as he asked, "Do I look like a Segway to you...?"
Noticing that Ohta's body was very rigid, almost like it was being held in a fixed position, Orihime ceased clinging to him, tentatively standing on his toes as he continued supporting her waist.
"I didn't before, but I'm starting to..." replied Orihime, her usually bubbly smile somewhat awkward as she had never had a boy her age hold onto her waist before. Ohta had hit the nail on the head when he assumed she had promised Tatsuki she would look after him, but now Orihime got the distinct impression she would be the one being taken care of...
Causing Orihime's smile to cramp even further, Ichigo shouted, "Can you two stop flirting without a care in the world!? We're kind of in the middle of something...!"
As if in response to Ichigo's words, the collapsing wall of flesh behind them began to exude a pale glow, quickly intensifying to resemble the light of a runaway locomotive. Shortly after that, a massive, train-like 'creature' burst through the collapsing wall of flesh, chasing after them like it was trying to run them over.
"What is that thing!?" screamed Ichigo, picking up his pace alongside Chad and Uryu while Yoruichi explained what a Kōtotsu was and how it was 'bad luck' on their part that they happened to encounter it on their way through the Dangai. This was false, of course, but only Ohta knew this. Everyone else, sans the comparably comfortable Orihime, ran as if their lives depended on it...
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(A/N: Instead of saying 'mou,' Orihime should be saying 'moo'...)

On the afternoon of their tenth day of training, Ohta was seeing Karin off, as usual, when she turned to him, hesitating for a moment before saying, "The Fireworks Festival is tomorrow, so I might not be able to come over. What about you? Are you planning to attend...?"
"Unlikely," replied Ohta. "I've more or less cut ties with the world of the living, so it would be awkward if I encountered my former self or one of the people from my class that can see spirits."
"I see..." muttered Karin, lowering her gaze and appearing more than a little dejected. Not because Ohta wouldn't be attending the Fireworks Festival but because his words implied he might just up and vanish one day.
Plopping his hand down on Karin's head, Ohta ruffled her hair and said, "Get home safely, bokukko. I'll see you when I see you."
Without waiting for Karin's response, Ohta retracted his hand and turned to retreat to the interior of his apartment, closing the door behind him. He didn't exactly slam it in her face, but Karin's brows furrowed as she turned to leave, kicking an innocent stone as she muttered, "Idiot..." in reference to both herself and Ohta...
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*boom* *pa* *ba-boom* *crack* *kapaaa*
While he didn't attend the Fireworks Festival, Ohta did observe them from atop the roof of his apartment complex. He wasn't going to originally, but Yoruichi had come by after giving Orihime and Chad the day off from their training.
"They're quite beautiful, aren't they..." remarked Yoruichi, sitting in Ohta's lap in her feline form.
"They're not bad..." replied Ohta. He hadn't been interested in fireworks since he was a kid in his previous life, so while they helped to create a pleasant atmosphere, his expression was a mask of indifference as the light from the fireworks reflected in his eyes.
"One more week..." muttered Yoruichi. "A few days after that, you and your precious little Kuchiki will finally be reunited..."
Though he was tempted to reply it would be sooner, Ohta remained silent. If Yoruichi was anything to go by, the strength of Captain-class Shinigami couldn't be underestimated. He might be able to defeat them one-on-one, but if the Captain-Commander or several Captains teamed up to take him on simultaneously, he was fucked.
Raising her head and tilting it back, Yoruichi stared at Ohta from one of his few unflattering angles, waiting until he looked down at her to ask, "Want me to suck your dick? It'll make you feel better..."
"Probably," admitted Ohta, narrowing his eyes as he added, "But then I'd feel like shit and be more susceptible to your wiles in the future..."
"Is that really such a bad thing?" asked Yoruichi, lowering her gaze and adopting a slight pout as she complained, "You getting with Rukia while I was away on a mission wasn't even remotely fair..."
"You chose to go on that mission or were convinced to do so by Kisuke," contended Ohta. "And therein lies the problem. Until his 'objectives' are completed, you will continue being used and helping that man use others. I wouldn't have cared if you were serious about our relationship, but that ship has sailed. Once we rescue Rukia, I won't allow myself to become a pawn in that man's schemes..."
"Kisuke isn't a bad person..." muttered Yoruichi. However, she knew better than anyone that he wasn't a good person either. He might sport a goofy and playful mask, but buried beneath that very thin veneer, Kisuke was a cold, calculating, borderline emotionless man. There was a time when she thought she could change him, exposing the true feelings she believed he buried deep down. However, even after a 'romance' spanning sixty years, she never felt genuinely close to him...
Instead of responding to Yoruichi's faint assertion, Ohta remained silent for several minutes before saying, "It's getting late...you're free to sleep here if you want to, but don't forget the rules..."
"Right..." muttered Yoruichi, furrowing her brows as she said, "We can take baths together, but I can't sleep with you unless I'm in my cat form. Did I get that right...?"
Though he could see where things were headed, Ohta responded with a curt nod, affirming, "That's right..." in a faint tone.
Leaping from Ohta's lap, Yoruichi transitioned to her human form, staring down at him from the parapet surrounding the building's roof as she said, "Then let's take a bath..." with narrowed, challenging eyes.
"I'm pretty sure Rukia didn't consider the possibility we'd be sharing the bath in our apartment," replied Ohta.
Crossing her arms, Yoruichi asserted, "If we're going with things Rukia 'did' consider, we'd be having sex at least once a week. She literally gave us her blessing to Soul Resonate, but you're being an obtuse asshole..."
"She may have given us her blessing, but I never agreed to it..." replied Ohta. "If anything, I'm starting to believe we shouldn't see each other at all. I put my foot down to avoid the drama of being in a relationship with more than one woman, not incur it..."
Clenching her teeth, Yoruichi growled, "There wouldn't 'be' any drama if you were more sensible. Your girlfriend doesn't care if we fuck, and you 'know' you want me. I want you to, so what's the fucking problem...!?"
Catching Yoruichi off-guard, Ohta calmly replied, "It's because, as bad as your personality is, you're too amazing a woman. Even if it were just once a week, I would start looking forward to that day over spending time with my actual woman. You're free to blame whoever you want for giving you a heavenly body and an ass, pussy, and mouth that defy reason. But don't blame 'me' for sticking to my guns and remaining faithful..."
Recovering from her stupor, Yoruichi stared at Ohta incredulously as she asked, "Are you serious? You won't have fuck me because you're afraid it will ruin your relationship by making you want to continue having sex with me...?"
"Is that so hard to believe?" asked Ohta, eyeing Yoruichi from top to very perky bottom as he added, "You said it yourself...you're the closest thing to a 'Demigoddess' I'll ever meet. The time we spent together more than convinced me of that fact..."
Though she felt somewhat gratified by Ohta's words, Yoruichi's frustration far outweighed any positive emotions she was experiencing...
"Then, instead of once a week, we'll do it once a month..." said Yoruichi, her voice firm but her eyes subtly trembling. She felt like she was making a fool of herself, but after experiencing coupling through Soul Resonance, there was a feeling of 'emptiness' within her body that simply couldn't be filled by other means...
Instead of immediately rejecting Yoruichi's proposal, Ohta appeared to fall into deep thought before eventually nodding in assent, responding, "Fine. But only if you receive permission from Rukia on the day itself. If she dies, I don't want to see you in human form from then onward..."
Suppressing her almost overwhelming urge to punch, kick, and slap Ohta in the face, Yoruichi eventually offered a "Fine..." of her own. At the same time, she resolved herself, thinking, ("I'm going to fuck this asshole until he can't get it up for another woman..."). As for Ohta, his thoughts were, ("Well, there are worse things than having the Head of a million-year-old Clan eating from my palm...)
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*thump* *thump* *thump* *thump* *thump*
Recognizing the familiar knock, Ohta's brows creased as he opened his eyes to see that it was only 6:38. He had visited the underground study chamber to spar with Yoruichi the previous night, allowing them both to vent their frustrations, so he was hoping to sleep in until at least 8.
Exhaling a tired sigh, Ohta rubbed his face as he went to the front door, opening it to reveal Karin holding a helmet and wearing a red and white cyclist outfit. She had a bad habit of wearing very form-fitting clothes, but Ohta felt no obligation to comment on it. Once she realized the boys in her class were starting to view her as an actual girl, she would either start wearing more suitable clothes or go full 'sporty.'
After covering his mouth to stifle a yawn, Ohta looked down at Karin and asked, "Aren't you a bit early, boku? I'm guessing your dad bought you a new bike...?"
Instead of responding to Ohta's words, Karin stood statuesque as she stared wide-eyed at his exposed chest and abdominal muscles, nearly forming an eight-pack even while he was completely relaxed...
Snapping his fingers in front of Karin's face, Ohta stated, "It isn't polite to stare," before turning around, leaving the door open so she could follow at her leisure while he grabbed a spirit-thread t-shirt. Fortunately, thanks to his habit of always sleeping at least partially clothed, he at least had on a pair of sweatpants when he answered the door.
After following close behind Ohta, staring at his equally muscular back, Karin set her backpack and helmet down, waiting for him to finish getting dressed before saying, "Since I've been traveling back and forth so often, my dad bought me a bike..."
Exhaling a faint chuckle, Ohta mused, "If he knew where you were going, he would have bought you an iron ball and strapped it to your ankle."
Shaking her head, Karin surprised Ohta by revealing, "He's the one who let me come over in the first place. My sister blabbed about the scar on the right side of my body, so I told him about the Hollow attack and how you were the one who saved and treated me. After that..."
Unable to repeat her father's words, Karin averted her eyes and blushed slightly. She was pretty sure he was being his usual idiot self, but her dad had said it was okay to follow her heart so long as she didn't rush things or do anything against her will. She punched him hard at the time, but she was gradually starting to understand why he cautioned her after routinely coming to Ohta's apartment and spending time together...
"After that, what...?" asked Ohta. He had a vague idea of what Karin's father might have said to her, but it was difficult to accept any parent could be so 'irresponsible.'
Shaking her head, Karin quickly replied, "Nothing. He basically said I can train with you and that if I need to spend the night, I should call ahead to let him know..."
"Your father is a colossal idiot..." asserted Ohta, not doubting that Karin was telling the truth. Luckily, while he was an opportunist, he definitely wasn't a predator. If he was, the eldest of the Kurosaki twins might have found herself in a dangerous situation due to her father's ineptitude.
"You're telling me?" asked Karin, asserting, "I've known he was an idiot my whole life. But still, there are only seven days remaining of the time you agreed to train me. I want to become as strong as possible before then, so..."
("And here I thought I was the opportunist...") mused Ohta. Lucky for Karin, he did happen to have a free room on the second floor, above his old one. Thus, after a bit of deliberation, he adopted a teasing smile and asked, "Are you sure about this? You know how strenuous my training can be. At least when you commute, you have time to rest and relax."
Holding up her right fist, Karin replied, "I want to become stronger...!" in an enthusiastic tone. She was also excited by the prospect of staying in the same room as the boy she liked, but Ohta quickly shattered that hope when, after she was done calling home, he showed her to the apartment he had been using for storage on the second floor. As for her first training exercise, it involved moving all the boxes and bags from the second to the first floor...
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(A/N: I guess Isshin can't complain since he was at least several hundred years older than his wife, huh? It's too bad for Karin that even someone like Yoruichi has to jump through hoops to phase Ohta even a little xD...)

Chapter 36: Assembling the Actors