Not a Mob: Psycho

Seeing the two-to-three-hundred people making up the majority of Squad 9, Ohta muttered, "Man, they really are understaffed..."
Once all the members of Squad 9 had arrived, excluding those who were off-duty or injured, the person Ohta was waiting for made an appearance, a dark-skinned man with muted purple dreadlocks. He sported the usual white Haori of a Captain over a standard-issue Shihakusho but added a touch of individuality to it with a purple sash around his waist, lavender foot coverings, and an orange scarf that came to a point behind his head.
As Ohta observed the man, Tosen Kaname, from a distance, he wasn't too surprised when the dark-skinned Captain gazed in his general direction. It was challenging to become a Captain even with all five senses intact, so it wasn't an exaggeration to say Tosen had one of the most attuned spiritual senses in the history of the Gotei.
Following his Captain's gaze, Tosen's Lieutenant, a man who resembled Ichigo but with narrower eyes, three lines running down the right side of his face, and a tattooed 69 on his left cheek, tensed when he saw Ohta brazenly sitting in the open atop one of the many walls lining the streets of Seireitei.
Stopping the man before he could cry out or give the order to attack, Tosen raised his right hand, stating, "It's fine, Hisagi. Inform the other Squads and lead our own to form an encirclement. I will do my best to defeat him or buy some time."
"But, Captain Tosen...!" exclaimed Hisagi, a man Ohta had dubbed Mr. 69 in his mind.
Instead of sticking around to hear what his Lieutenant had to say, Tosen executed a distinctly 'silent' version of Shunpo that saw him reappear a few meters from Ohta, standing atop the same partition.
While placing his hand on the orange hilt of his Zanpakuto, Tosen asked, "Am I mistaken in assuming you are Yamada Ohta, the arrogant man who has disrupted and continues to disturb the sanctity of this sacred place?"
"Looks like I'm beginning to gain a reputation," mused Ohta, rising to his feet as he asked, "Are we doing this here, or did you have another place in mind?"
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Though he briefly considered moving their battle someplace that wouldn't imperil the lives of his men, Tosen ultimately drew his blade, declaring, "I am Tosen Kaname of the Thirteen Court Guard Squads, Captain of Squad 9. I abhor violence, but for your crimes against the Soul Society, I have no choice but to have you captured and held accountable..."
"I see..." replied Ohta, sporting a cheeky smile as his heart began beating faster. It was likely because she intentionally concealed it, but Soifon had nowhere near the same 'momentum' as Tosen, the result of unleashing his Reiatsu without fetter. Ohta didn't crumple like when he was first exposed to Reiatsu, but he could feel the surrounding air and the roof tiles beneath him trembling as Tosen said, "Defend yourself..." in a cold yet courteous tone.
Disappearing silently, Tosen reappeared next to Ohta, sweeping the long, thin, slightly curved blade of his Zanpakuto in a swift, concise arc across the latter's chest. At least, that's what he had planned. At nearly the exact moment he executed Shunpo, Ohta performed his own, reappearing a few meters away and observing Tosen with interest.
Causing Ohta to smile, Tosen remarked, "You're fast..." before vanishing. Instead of appearing next to Ohta, however, he arrived next to one of the 'imprints' Ohta was using to simulate the energy signature of Shunpo.
("I should go to Hell for this...") mused Ohta, taking a seat and concealing his presence as he observed Tosen attempting to 'outmaneuver' him. An attuned spiritual sense was useful most of the time, but it could easily be used against you without your other senses supporting it...
Realizing that Ohta was 'stepping' in the same locations multiple times, Tosen briefly paused his pursuit, a trace of a scowl marring his usually neutral expression as he whipped toward Ohta, extending his left index finger and shouting, "Hadō #4. Byakurai...!"
Without moving from his position, Ohta's smile broadened as a laser-like beam of bright blue lightning shot from Tosen's finger, its intended mark his right shoulder. Unfortunately for the blind Captain, it didn't get within 300cm of its target, impacting an invisible, ostensibly spherical barrier as it curved around Ohta's body.
"I suggest trying something above seventy next time," said Ohta, slowly rising as Tosen 'watched' him in silence.
Causing Tosen to regret his inaction, Ohta extended his left hand, fingers spread wide and palm facing outward as he shouted, "Thunderclap, strike from the Heavens! Become a Spear that pierces the Darkness! Fang of the Divine! Hadō #77, Tenka no Raijin...!"
Though he abruptly felt as if all the heat was drawn from his body, the result of using more than fifty percent of his Reiryoku in a single go, Ohta didn't regret it as the look on Tosen's face was priceless. Tenka no Raijin was a spell that produced a thick, exceptionally violent band of arcing, seemingly sentient lightning, so the goggle-wearing Captain had to evade desperately to avoid being caught in its destructive path.
"Hmmm...?"
While his attack continued to rampage, Ohta looked up as the Lieutenant with the number 69 tattoo attempted to get the jump on him, falling from above with a pair of kusarigama-like weapons linked by a long black chain, each with two scythe-like blades, one facing inward and the other outward.
"Take this...!" shouted the man, grasping the chain of his right scythe to spin it above his head before throwing it at Ohta, creating a high-pitched whistle as it traveled.
"Sure," replied Ohta, surprising the man he believed was called Hisagi by grasping the rapidly spinning blade with his 'bare' hand.
Before Hisagi could recover from his shock, Ohta grabbed the chain and summarily gave it a momentous tug. However, instead of drawing Hisagi toward him, all he did was cause the chain to become longer, generating what seemed like a hundred meters of slack.
"Huh..."
Using the slack Ohta had produced, Hisagi made a whipping motion that seemed to breathe life into the chain as it attempted to wrap around the former. It succeeded, but, similar to Tosen's Byakurai, it came into contact with an invisible membrane, unable to entangle him directly.
With the intent of swinging Ohta around like a wrecking ball, Hisagi gave the chain a mightly pull, screaming vigorously before abruptly silencing as he nearly dislocated his arm due to the former not budging.
"Before I became a Shinigami, people called me Ohta, the Immovable," revealed Ohta, extending his right hand toward Hisagi as he added, "Let's find out how resilient you are."
Anticipating a Hado spell, Hisagi was surprised when an invisible force hit him like a runaway trolley. There was absolutely no lead-up to the attack, excluding Ohta's initial movement, so Hisagi barely even understood what had happened as he was sent soaring through the air, bloodied from head to toe and missing several teeth.
Shrugging off Hisagi's chains, Ohta returned his attention to Tosen just in time to see the man produce hundreds of 'afterimages' with a swing of his sword, each becoming very real as they launched toward him like spears of light.
Though he was fairly confident in his defenses, Ohta responded to the attack with another palm thrust, scattering and fracturing the blades on a direct course with his shield. This was the correct decision, as while they could not penetrate his barrier completely, the blades that impacted the periphery of Ohta's shield managed to slice into it a bit.
"That's a pretty scary attack," remarked Ohta. Unfortunately, Tosen didn't seem to be in the mood for banter, producing several additional waves of bladed projectiles in an apparent attempt to overwhelm him.
"It's show time..." muttered Ohta, narrowing his eyes and tensing his body as the usual tri-colored aura enveloped him, quickly becoming visible to the naked eye. Unfortunately for Tosen, he was blind...
With a smiling expression containing a hint of madness in his eyes, Ohta thrust both of his hands forward, creating a veritable column of psychic energy that dispersed Tosen's blades and slammed into him like a bullet train, pushing him back at hypersonic speeds and carrying him nearly ten kilometers before petering out in around three seconds.
"Damn, that felt good..." remarked Ohta, hovering in the sky, hair moving as if he were underwater while the tri-colored aura around him continued to condense. This was the form that Yoruichi had taken to calling his 'First Awakening,' but Ohta referred to it as demonstrating '1% of his true power,' a reference to a meme from his previous life.
Fortunately for Ohta, not so much for Tosen, the dark-skinned Captain managed to pull himself from the rubble of a destroyed building, several of his braided dreadlocks having come undone as he covered his mouth and coughed up a fair amount of blood. He had attempted to protect himself with a defensive Kido in the moments before he was sent flying, but Ohta's 'invisible' attack smashed through it like a baby deer caught in the headlights of a semi-truck.
Falling to a knee, supporting himself with his sword, Tosen muttered, "I must report this to Lord Aizen...this man...is too dangerous to let live..."
Appearing in the sky just after Tosen finished mumbling to himself, Ohta asked, "So, you going to use your Bankai, or what? Because I'll be honest. It's starting to feel like I'm bullying a blind man..."
Forcing himself to stand, Tosen painfully grunted, "Go ahead...make your jokes while you can. You will not...be able to escape...justice..."
As Ohta began pressuring him with his concentrated Reiatsu, Tosen used his Zanpakuto like a cane to avoid being forced to his knees. Fortunately for him, even while severely injured, his Reiryoku was significantly denser than Ohta's. He couldn't exert any counterpressure, but he could endure Ohta's without yielding.
Clicking his tongue, Ohta said, "Well, if you're not going to use Bankai, I'm gonna wrap this up. Grit your teeth, blind man."
Though Tosen did as Ohta had instructed, it didn't matter as the latter appeared before him, grasping his shoulders before kneeing him in the gut. Doing so caused Tosen to projectile vomit blood, but thanks to the veil of psychic energy covering his body, Ohta didn't get any onto him as he released the man's limp body, allowing it to crumple to the ground like a marionette with its strings cut.
("Well, I guess Yoruichi didn't call him one of the weakest Captains for nothing...") thought Ohta, staring at Tosen's unconscious form, resisting the urge to punctuate the man's life with the heel of his foot. He hadn't heard Tosen referring to Aizen as his Lord, so without any evidence to link the two, Ohta couldn't afford to kill him outright.
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Feeling every nerve in his body tense, Ohta whipped around to find a tall, somewhat lanky but muscular man with a wild, aggressive appearance sitting on a roof about two hundred meters away. He had a long face with pronounced cheekbones, vaguely resembling a skull, a scar running down the left side, no eyebrows, and a single, sharp-green eye. The other was covered in an eyepatch, and his black hair was styled into stiff stands that protruded away from his scalp, ending in tiny bells. Most notably, while he wore a white Haori denoting his status as a Captain, the sleeves had been torn away, and the hem near the base was extremely tattered.
Recognizing the man immediately, Ohta muttered, "Kenpachi of Zaraki..." as the psychic energy around his body condensed instinctually. The man showed no overt hostility, simply smiling at him, but Ohta felt like his neck had been bound in the lunette of a guillotine, waiting for its blade to drop at any moment...
Despite the two hundred meters separating them, Ohta could hear Zaraki as if the man were speaking in his ear, stating, "I heard you were strong..." before slowly rising to his feet, causing the already quaking air to become palpably tense with a powerful vibrational force.
Grinning like a demon from Hell, Zaraki brandished an inordinately long and jagged sword as he said, "Let's find out...". Then, as the building he was standing on abruptly exploded, he appeared right in front of Ohta...
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(A/N: And this is why you don't bully blind people. Karma always gets its dues (O w O)...)

Though he immediately Shunpo'd away, Ohta felt an intense heat across his chest, the tip of Zaraki's sword having cut through both his active and passive psychic barriers and leaving a thankfully shallow wound from his diaphragm to his shoulder.
Swishing his sword to get Ohta's blood off of it, Zaraki mused, "You're a tough little bastard, ain'tcha? Even when the tip of my sword entered your flesh, it felt like I was cutting through stone."
Forcing a smile as he placed his hand over his wound and attempted to heal it, Ohta asked, "Do we have to do this right now? As someone looking for a challenge, I doubt you'd be satisfied defeating me when I'm at half-strength..."
"Hmmm..."
Resting his sword on his right shoulder, tapping it rhythmically, Zaraki looked like he was seriously considering Ohta's words. He was terrible at sensing spirit energy, so he could not verify if Ohta was at half-strength. However, as weak as Tosen was, he was still a Captain. It made sense if Ohta was a 'little' tired.
"And how do I know you won't run away or make excuses the next time?" asked Zaraki. "Even if you're only at half strength, I'd rather be the one to kill you than leave it to someone else."
"I can understand that..." replied Ohta. "However, if you were watching my fight with the Captain of Squad 9, you would know I'm not a close-range fighter. Rather than a proper fight, you'd end up chasing me around until I either made a mistake or gave you the slip..."
Adopting a toothy grin, Zaraki confidently asserted, "You're lying. You have quick reactions, and I can tell from your posture you're no slouch when it comes to fighting. Even your Zanpakuto suggests you like to get up close and personal with your opponent."
Exhaling a faintly exasperated sigh, Ohta pulled his Zanpakuto from his hilt, holding it low near his hip, tip facing toward Zaraki as he got into a loose combat pose, smiling as he remarked, "Fine...I'll play with you for a bit..."
"That's the spirit," replied Kenpachi, abruptly pulling the fabric of his kosode and Haori aside, exposing his muscular chest as he mused, "But let no one say I'm not a fair man. Go ahead, show me what you can do."
Raising his brows, Ohta asked, "You're giving me a free attack...?"
"That depends on you," replied Kenpachi. "If your attack does nothing, you'll have no one to blame but yourself. So I suggest you make it count, kid."
"Well, if you insist..." muttered Ohta, concentrating his spirit energy into the tip of his Zanpakuto as his body appeared to flicker. Zaraki's Reiryoku was like a gigantic lake with a turbulent and unstable surface. Ohta's was more like a frigid pond in an underground cavern, comparably calm, still, and with depths unknown.
"Huk..."
Though he was hopeful that Ohta could cut him, Zaraki was forced to exhale when the former stabbed him precisely in the diaphragm, burying his Zanpakuto to its hilt, the very tip of the blade pricking the intimidating Shinigami's heart. Unfortunately, when he immediately tried to pull away, Ohta found himself in a similar situation as Renji...
Swinging his sword to force Ohta to retreat, Zaraki's smile stretched at the muscles of his face as he grabbed the hilt of the knife stabbed into his body and raspily remarked, "Wow, you actually went for it. And without a shred of hesitation. I like you, kid. You've got guts..."
Pulling Ohta's blade from his abdomen, Zaraki casually tossed it over as he menacingly mused, "I can't wait to see what they look like."
Though it was nowhere as 'seamless' as a traditional Shunpo, Zaraki's raw speed caused goosebumps to spread across Ohta's body as the terrifying man appeared behind, sword raised high.
Contrasting Zaraki's expectation, Ohta didn't attempt to dodge out of the way. Zaraki had marked him the last time, so he suspected his back would be sliced open if he tried. Instead, he backstepped into Zaraki, bumping into the man's bleeding chest and reaching up to try and grab his wrist as it continued its downward arc.
Feeling a sensation akin to vertigo, Zaraki exhaled a raucous laugh as Ohta used a psychically empowered shoulder throw, hurtling him toward the ground several meters below, cratering it and producing an eruption of stone and debris more than 30m in height.
Understanding that such a blow wouldn't defeat Zaraki, Ohta rocketed skyward. As he did so, Zaraki emerged from the dust cloud, dispersing it with the momentum of his leap as he bellowed, "Where you going, gaki!? Things are just starting to get good...!"
Raising his right hand over his head like he was about to slap a bitch, Ohta intercepted Zaraki's pursuit with a massive hand-shaped construct. Zaraki 'somehow' managed to slice it in half, but the energy abruptly exploded as he did, stalling him long enough for Ohta to chant, "Oh Spirits of the Earth and Sky, hear my call. In this abode of spirits, I command the elements to form a stockade! Bakudo #40, Kaidan no Kago...!"
Though he doubted it would hold him for long, Ohta made a criss-cross gesture with his index and middle fingers, causing two plates of golden light to materialize at Zaraki's flanks before abruptly 'snapping' towards one another as he prepared a strike. When the light faded, Zaraki's neck and right hand were trapped in a stockade formed from spirit energy, the smile fading from his face as he shouted, "Cheap Tricks! Come and face me like a man...!"
"I'm here to rescue my woman, not to entertain you," replied Ohta, raising his hand high before striking down like he was trying to chop fifty tiles in a single go. As he did so, a much smaller but faster hand-shaped construct descended toward Zaraki like a bolt of lightning. He managed to angle his body and intercept it with his sword, but due to the stockade throttling his spirit energy and messing with his posture, he ended up being knocked to the ground a second time. When he emerged several seconds later, Ohta was already long gone. However, instead of lashing out and getting angry, Zaraki stared at the sky for a moment before bursting out laughing...
Interrupting Zaraki's laugh, an extremely tiny girl with pink hair, dark pink eyes, and perpetual blush marks on her cheeks appeared out of thin air, latching onto his back and asking, "Did you have fun, Kenny~?"
"Eh, I wouldn't say that..." replied Zaraki, albeit with a smile on his face.
"Then why are you laughing?" asked the girl, tilting her head nearly ninety degrees to the side.
Adopting an anticipatory grin, Zaraki explained, "Because if that was only half his strength, our next battle should be even more fun. Let's ambush him somewhere with a ceiling next time."
"Okay~!" replied the pink-haired girl, dangling her legs as she perched upon Zaraki's shoulder on her stomach. Despite her small size and child-like appearance, the girl, Kusaijishi Yachiru, was the Lieutenant of Squad 11, as indicated by the wooden badge attached to her sleeve. One of her duties was to track down strong opponents for her Captain to fight, so while Zaraki had no idea where Ohta had escaped to, Yachiru looked to the East with narrowed eyes and a smile...
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"And now I'm back here..." groaned Ohta, plopping down and sitting with his back to the wall of the underground tunnel he had descended into to recuperate. The wound Zaraki inflicted on his chest was saturated with the man's spirit energy, so it had been aggravating rather than closing up over time.
Using what remained of his spirit energy, Ohta expelled Zaraki's from his body before utilizing a basic Kaido technique to close the wound forcibly. It was far from healed, feeling like he had pulled every muscle in his left pectoral, but he had always had a high tolerance for pain. When it got especially bad, he even started laughing uncontrollably. Not because he was a masochist or anything but as an involuntary coping mechanism.
Exhaling a dry chuckle, Ohta briefly considered tracking down Yoruichi and requesting Orihime's assistance. He didn't know if her barrier-based healing could mend his wound, but her Reiryoku seemed especially suited to Kaido. If he or Yoruichi explained it to her, it might not even take her a few hours to master the basics. The bubbly ginger 'did' owe him a favor...
Deciding it wasn't worth it to give Orihime a 'reason' to worry about him, Ohta lay on his uninjured side, enduring the pain as he tried to get some rest. It definitely wasn't easy, but the breathing techniques Yoruichi had taught him to focus his mind and proactively enter his soul space/palace allowed him to suppress the pain until he found himself face-to-face with a giant, visibly concerned kitten...
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Feeling his body descend into a pool of warm liquid, Ohta's eyes snapped open, his body lurching forward as a familiar voice issued a "Kyaaaa...!" at his side.
Looking toward the voice's origin, Ohta was confused but unsurprised to find Orihime. The fact she was in her underwear was mildly disconcerting, but as they seemed to be in a murky hot spring, remarkably similar to the one in Urahara's underground study chamber, he supposed it was better than her being completely naked.
"I thought that might wake you up," remarked an equally familiar voice, drawing Ohta's gaze to Yoruichi, casually swimming around the hot spring in her feline form. It was somehow more perturbing to see a cat enjoying a hot spring, so Ohta's concerns about Orihime's state of dress vanished as he asked, "Where is this...?"
Perhaps dissatisfied that Ohta had immediately looked away from her, Orihime took it upon herself to explain, "It's a secret training area that Mr. Urahara and Yoruichi constructed long ago. We've been staying here to avoid detection and train."
Looking back at the usually bubbly woman, Ohta found Orihime staring at him with a forced smile and worry in her eyes, making no effort to conceal her massive tits, bound in semi-transparent beige fabric. Her panties had a similar color, likely coming as a set, but Ohta didn't get a good look at them as he held the girl's gaze for several tense moments before looking down at his chest, now completely healed.
Preempting what she believed to be Ohta's question or expression of gratitude, Orihime's countenance softened as she revealed, "Yoruichi brought you here on her shoulder and asked me to heal you. After that, we brought you here to clean the dirt and blood from your body."
"Why didn't Ichigo or one of the other guys bring me over...?" asked Ohta, prompting Yoruichi to explain, "The three stooges are undergoing special training right now. Orihime has been preparing meals and was standing by in case anyone gets injured, so I had her heal you up before carrying your smelly ass over here."
Though he was tempted to ask why Yoruichi didn't treat him where she found him, Ohta felt he would be spitting in the face of Orhime's effort if he voiced his thoughts aloud. He knew this was the catty woman getting back at him for the many times he pushed her buttons, so he decided the best course of action was to appear and remain calm.
Meeting Orihime's gaze, Ohta said, "Well, as you can see, I'm awake now. I appreciate the treatment, but I can wash my own body."
"Oh...okay..." replied Orhime, her smile becoming awkward as she looked away, a faint red hue coloring her cheeks. She hadn't actually planned to wash Ohta's body. Rather, Yoruichi had told her to toss him in, promising that he wouldn't drown even if he sank to the bottom. The reason she was in her underwear was because she had been doing laundry when Yoruichi arrived with his unconscious body in tow...
Leaving Orihime feeling even more flustered, Ohta adopted a faint smile and said, "Still, thanks for treating me. I don't mind acquiring a few new scars, but it's not like I'm trying to collect them."
Cupping her fiery cheeks, Orihime's eyes trembled as she replied, "I...I'm happy I could help...". Then, providing Ohta an unobstructed view of her ass, she leaped to her feet, exclaiming, "I need to check on something...!" before running off. In the wake of her departure, Yoruichi promptly asked if Ohta was enjoying the view. But, while he had, that didn't stop him from trying to drown the mischievous black furball...
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(A/N: Zaraki be like, "You should have gone for the head...")

With Yoruichi only coming by to update him on the situation with the other group, tracking him using their spiritual link, Ohta eventually found himself alone, once again, in the tunnels beneath Seireitei.
"This sucks..." muttered Ohta, staring absentmindedly at the luminescent algae lining the ceiling above. The present situation reminded him of when he was on jobs in his previous life. He didn't know if he was unique or if it was just human nature, but whenever there was a possibility of him dying, his thoughts wandered to both the past and future.
"I need to start working on my tolerance..." concluded Ohta. He had the memories of being sober for more than fifteen years, but like many other people in his 'profession,' he had a penchant for drinking to take the edge off or dull the senses. The incident at Kukaku's made him reluctant to pick up a bottle, but if his brain kept wandering to places it shouldn't, he didn't mind killing it a bit...
Closing his eyes and leaning his head against the wall he was seated against, Ohta tried to guide his thoughts in a more positive direction. He reckoned there was about a 70% chance of Rukia attempting to break up with him for 'his sake,' so he imagined shutting her up with a kiss, leading to much, much more. Unfortunately, partway through the imagined scene, a similarly sized, equally petite Captain overlapped with Rukia's image...
"Man, fuck this shit..." groaned Ohta, rising to his feet and preparing to leave the dark and increasingly dreary underground tunnel system. If his thoughts were wandering due to inaction and boredom, there were more than a few ways to amend things.
Emerging from a circular hatch after ascending a ladder more than 20m in length, Ohta immediately felt better. The underground tunnels, like many ancient structures within the Seireitei, used trace amounts of Sekkiseki in their construction. This made them excellent hiding places, but due to the interference caused by the Sekkiseki, spiritual entities would begin to feel increasingly discomfited, eventually becoming sick.
Breathing in the fresh, Reishi-rich air aboveground, a faint smile returned to Ohta's face. The air was incredibly refreshing, but, better still, he could sense a trio of passably powerful Shinigami nearby, ideal candidates for a bout of recreational venting.
Shunpoing over to the trio's position, Ohta discovered a blonde-haired Shinigami whose massive tits looked like they were about to burst out of her Shihakusho, a sickly-looking man with pale skin and notably 'angular' blonde hair forming a sharp cowlick covering the left side of his face, and another man with a fairly 'fresh' hairstyle and rugged features that made hime resemble a thug, complete with sunglasses.
Noticing that all three Shinigami were wearing Lieutenant badges, Ohta's smile broadened as he called out, questioning, "Could the three of you be looking for me~?" with a trace of whimsy in his tone.
Though the two male Shinigami immediately went on high alert, drawing their Zanpakuto, the buxom blonde's blue eyes widened as she remarked, "Oh, wow. The report failed to mention how handsome you were."
"You're not so bad yourself," mused Ohta. "A little top-heavy, but I dig the wavy blonde hair."
Narrowing her eyes in amusement, the blond-haired Shinigami crossed her arms in a way that intentionally emphasized her bust as she said, "If you come down this instant and behave, I'll let you see what's on the end of this chain."
Taking note of said chain, the end of which was sandwiched between the female Shinigami's massive tits, Ohta remarked, "Tempting, but I'll have to pass."
"That's a real shame," replied the woman, narrowing her eyes even further as she grabbed the hilt of her Zanpakuto, abruptly leaping toward him and drawing it as she shouted, "Growl, Haineko...!"
In response to her call, the female Shinigami's blade seemed to vaporize, becoming a cloud of ash or dust. Said cloud raced at high speeds toward Ohta, but he just waved his left hand, dispersing it with a wave of psychic energy that also slammed into the woman, sending her sliding backward through the air.
Raising his brows, Ohta remarked, "You must have pretty good control to be able to stand in the air while the barrier is active..."
Adopting a fairly mischievous smile, the female Shinigami asked, "Should I praise your ability to stand in the air as well...?"
"Nah, I know I'm a badass," replied Ohta, catching the angular hook-shaped sword of the blonde male with his 'bare' hand. Neither he nor his psychic barrier wavered, but Ohta suddenly felt like he had entered a tub of water, an invisible pressure enveloping his body.
Though he was surprised to see Ohta stop his Zanpakuto with his bare hand, the blonde male was markedly more shaken when he failed to pull away. Ohta didn't even seem to be gripping his blade, but it didn't budge no matter how hard he pulled at it.
"You should have let go..." mused Ohta, his characteristically deep voice sending a chill through the blonde man's body as he felt an invisible force envelop him, freezing him in place.
Seeing his fellow Lieutenant unable to move, the sunglasses Shinigami, wielding a large falchion shaped like a fan and with a pick-like protrusion near the tip, promptly decided against trying to catch Ohta off guard. He couldn't tell what method Ohta had used to trap the angular blonde, so he attempted to buy some time for the woman, saying, "Hey, you, Ryoka. Is it true you came all this way to rescue that girl from the Kuchiki Clan...?"
"That's right," replied Ohta, waving his hand and sending the blonde man crashing into the ground, keeping him in place by constantly accelerating him downward. He still felt the sensation of being enveloped in water, but it wasn't too difficult to move as he turned toward the man, pretending to ignore the woman as he asked, "Why? Got something to say...?"
Amusing Ohta somewhat, the thug-like man shook his head and gave a thumbs up with his left hand, asserting, "Only that you're a real man. It takes a lot of balls to invade the Soul Society like this. Must be one hell of a woman, that Kuchiki girl."
Shrugging his shoulders, Ohta casually confessed, "She's a bit lacking as far as looks go, but I've come to learn that even petite women have their charm. She's my little spider-bunny."
As he actually knew Rukia, albeit only in a professional setting, the thug-like Shinigami was more than a little surprised by Ohta's words. The Rukia he knew was a very quiet, serious, and unapproachable woman. Hearing someone refer to her as a 'spider-bunny' was somewhat amusing, but he could only imagine how she got the peculiar nickname...
Now thoroughly enveloped in the buxom blonde's ash cloud, Ohta turned to face her, asking, "You about finished with your preparations?"
Exhaling a throaty, sensual chuckle, the blonde playfully mused, "I like to take my time with handsome boys..."
Slashing with her bladeless Zanpakuto, the buxom blonde intended to cut Ohta but her ash, usually capable of cutting like a scalpel, scraped futilely across the invisible membrane covering his body.
Furrowing her brows, the buxom Shinigami combed her fingers through her wavy blonde hair, appearing slightly annoyed as she remarked, "It's always a good idea to use protection, but don't you know you feel it more without? You're no fun..."
"That's because I haven't started moving yet," replied Ohta, surprising the
woman by vanishing and appearing behind her as he supplanted, "I take back my comment about you being top-heavy. Your trunk is pretty packed as well..."
Though her immediate instinct was to take evasive actions, the blonde-haired Shinigami ultimately leaned her head back, staring at Ohta with an upturned, albeit inverted gaze as she softly remarked, "You're even more handsome from up close..."
"I get that," replied Ohta, returning a smile as he placed his hand on the woman's shoulder, causing her to feel like a tremendous weight had been placed on it.
"Is it too late to talk things out?" asked the woman, smiling wryly as the pressure continued to increase.
"Afraid so..." replied Ohta, suppressing the temptation to offer the woman a drink once this incident had been settled. Such comments would have earned him an eye roll or gotten him ignored in his previous life, but here, where he had good looks, a naturally smoldering gaze, and a deep voice, it was getting him into trouble...
Fortunately for the blonde woman, Ohta didn't send her crashing into the ground. Instead, he increased the pressure around her body, constraining her lungs and overwhelming her senses with his concentrated Reiatsu. As a result, she quickly lost consciousness, held aloft by his psychic energy as he looked to the final Shinigami, their gazes meeting for several tense moments.
Feeling he had already vented plentily, Ohta surprised the thug-like man by suggesting, "Let's end things here. Take these two wherever you go to receive healing or send a signal to the 4th Division. I'll be loitering around this area for a few hours, so be sure to bring a Captain with you the next time you come, okay?"
Before Ohta could turn away and disappear using Shunpo, the sunglassed Shinigami exclaimed, "Hey, hold up!"
Turning back to face the man, Ohta raised his brows, stating, "You have ten seconds."
Shaking his head, the thug-like man said, "I don't even need that. I just have one question for you before you go..."
Indicating for the man to continue with his silence, Ohta wasn't surprised when he asked, "You're not really our enemy, are you?"
Adopting a faint smile, Ohta asserted, "If I were, the Gotei would be down four Lieutenants, forty-three Seated members, and a Captain. I'm here for one reason and one reason only. I want my spider-bunny returned to me."
Nodding his head, the thug-like man said, "I understand. I'm unsure if it will help, but I'll convey your words to my Captain. Thank you for sparing my comrades."
Punctuating his words, the thug-like man bowed steeply. This earned him an approving nod, but by the time he raised his head, Ohta was nowhere to be seen...
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Contradicting what he had told the thug-like Shinigami, Ohta immediately changed locations after handling the trio of Lieutenants. Things had gone favorably with Soifon, but if several Captains showed up to surround him, he could find himself in a tricky position. Thus, just in case he was forced to flee, he left psychic imprints throughout the Seireitei, intending to trick any pursuers using Yoruichi's most-hated method.
After traversing what must have been at least seven-hundred kilometers, Ohta concealed his presence and spied on passing Shinigami to find out which piece of the pie he was in. The Seireitei, as could be expected, was divided into thirteen 'courts,' he guarded by one of the thirteen Squads of Shinigami. The central, metropolitan-looking area was the dominion of the First Division, effectively making it a 'no man's land.' The remaining twelve courts were perfectly divided like the slices of a piece, circling the central court and covering nearly 1,800,000 square kilometers.
As the pie-like courts were arranged similarly to the numbers on a clock, Ohta hoped that by moving north along the western side of the Seireitei that he would find himself in the area managed by the 9th Division. Their Captain, Tosen Kaname, was one of the suspected accomplices of Aizen, so while Ohta might not kill him outright, he wouldn't mind decorating the pavement with the purportedly blind man's blood...
Fortunately for Ohta, one of the Shinigami he captured readily revealed that he was, in fact, in the region patrolled by Squad 9. Better yet, there was an active order for all members of the Division to assemble outside their barracks, apparently preparing to head to his previously reported location en mass...
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(A/N: Well, that's convenient (O w O)...)

Chapter 47: Illuminating Darkness