Not a Mob: Psycho

Staring down at Byakuya, Ohta's power began to plateau as he remarked, "I'd rather not beat up my future brother-in-law..."
As his power was directly linked to his emotions, Ohta couldn't maintain it without some kind of 'stimulus.' Life and death battles would ordinarily be more than enough to sustain the increase in power, but as he had thus far been able to destroy everything in a single punch, he was starting to lose his motivation...
"As a Captain of the Gotei 13 and the Head of the Kuchiki Clan, I must see this through to the end. It is my duty..." replied Byakuya, his voice as calm as the surface of a reflecting pool as he got into a stance reminiscent of a kendo practitioner.
Exhaling a flame-like plume of energy, Ohta slipped his hands into his pockets, the black aura around his body stirring as he said, "Then, let's see it..." with a toothy grin.
Furrowing his brows, Byakuya abruptly disappeared from his starting position, intending to appear next to Ohta, but the kaleidoscopic swirl of psychic energy around the latter's body prevented him from doing so. He didn't sustain any damage, but trespassing the constantly shifting space was like stepping into a powerful current with contrasting flows. Stranger still, when Byakuya reached the termination point of his Shunpo, he was suddenly upside down...
Undaunted by the disorienting phenomenon, Byakuya sliced through the psychic medium, creating a vacuous blade of spirit energy that actually managed to reach Ohta. However, despite impacting the latter's chest, still charred from his exchange with the Sokyoku, it left no visible marks as Ohta continued to observe him with a smile.
"Looks like your attack lacks the potency of a 'million' Zanpakuto," mused Ohta, referring to the Sokyoku's rumored might. Byakuya might be able to cut him if his sword landed directly, but there was no way he could pierce him from a distance.
"Such arrogance..." muttered Byakuya, his form rapidly disappearing and reappearing at seemingly random locations within Ohta's psychic medium. He was trying to ride the 'currents' to get closer to Ohta's position, but as he moved closer, it became increasingly difficult to move at all.
Interrupting Byakuya's focus, Ohta stated, "Time's up," as he removed his left hand from his pocket. It had taken a while due to Byakuya's Reiryoku density, but he managed to seep a bit of his psychic energy into the man's body and clothes, allowing him to stop the proud Captain in his place.
"Try not to resent me for this," said Ohta, a black vortex appearing in the palm of his hand, forcibly drawing Byakuya's body through the maelstrom of psychic energy. This exposed him to the possibility of a counterattack, but he wasn't too concerned as he could move uninhibited while Byakuya could barely move at all.
Unable to resist Ohta's psychic power, Byakuya found himself statuesque as the former's index finger poked his forehead.
"I'd say this is my victory...would you agree?" asked Ohta, raising his brow in anticipation of Byakuya's response.
Closing his eyes, Byakuya exhaled a faint sigh, remaining silent for several seconds before conceding, "So it would appear..." in his characteristically neutral tone. He felt vexed having lost to a 15-16-year-old human-turned-Ryoka, but he also felt relieved knowing Rukia had found someone strong, willing to risk everything to protect her...
"Then I'm going to trust you not to stab me in the back when I let you go," remarked Ohta, adopting a cheeky smile as he warned, "But if you do, you better make it count..."
Adopting the faintest of smiles, Byakuya replied, "Rest assured. I value my honor over all but three things. I will not strike an opponent who has afforded me clemency..."
Nodding his head, Ohta released his psychic hold on Byakuya's body while allowing his 'psychic domain' to dissipate. He didn't lower his guard, but he 'did' entrust his back to the man, flying over to the very anxious-looking Rukia, having watched the entire encounter while suspended in the air.
"Hey there, spider-bunny..." whispered Ohta, reaching out to caress Rukia's cheek but stopping short since his fingers resembled charcoal. However, Rukia didn't seem to mind, nestling her cheek against his palm as she sobbed, "You hopeless fool...why did you come here?"
"I'll give you plenty of reasons once we're alone together," replied Ohta, adopting a toothy grin as he teased, "I'd feel sorry for your brother if he had to watch us make out."
Though she continued to sob, Rukia couldn't help laughing in response to Ohta's words. She truly wished she could hate him, as it would make what was to come much simpler, but she presently loved him so much that the guilt of 'ruining his life' was nearly impossible for her to bear...
Enveloping Rukia in his arms, Ohta held her as tenderly and lovingly as possible. At the same time, the strange cubes holding her in a crucifixion pose fractured under the strain of his psychic energy, freeing her to cling to him as she sobbed into his chest.
"You're such a crybaby..." muttered Ohta, ignoring the pain in his body as he ran his fingers through Rukia's hair, hoping to ease her anguish even a little.
"Hooooooo...what a heartwarming sight. Perhaps I should have timed my arrival a little later..." remarked a deep voice emanating from a few meters away. When Ohta looked over, he found a brown-haired, Josh Groban-looking motherfucker sitting on the Sokyoku's execution stand, observing him and Rukia with a relaxed smile. Standing behind him was another man with closed eyes, short grey hair, and almost snake-like features, his smile much larger and far creepier than the average person's. Both men had on the tell-tale uniforms of a Captain, complete with Haoris designating them as the Captains of the 3rd and 5th Divisions...
Earning a curious raise of the brows from the brown-haired Captain, Aizen Sosuke, Ohta adopted a smile and retorted, "If anything, you should have arrived sooner. Those who sit in the back and scheme despite possessing tremendous power are the biggest of cunts..."
Exhaling a lighthearted chuckle, Aizen adopted a smile of his own as he mused, "You are a fascinating young man, Yamada Ohta. Join me, and I will allow you to live as you please henceforth."
Eliciting a startled yelp from the very confused Rukia, Ohta gave her ass a light smack and an accompanying squeeze as he replied, "Man, you must really need glasses. If it wasn't transparently clear, I'm already living how I please..."
Before Aizen could contend Ohta's assertion, Byakuya abruptly appeared atop the Sokyoku's stand, a serious look on his face as he asked, "Captain Aizen Sosuke and Captain Ichimaru Gin, where have the two of you been? Why have you only just now revealed yourselves?"
"Ah, Captain Kuchiki, I'm relieved you were not seriously injured in your fight against the Ryoka," replied Aizen. "As for why I'm here..."
Pointing at Rukia, Aizen's smile broadened as he said, "I'm afraid your adoptive sister has something that belongs to me, sealed within the very depths of her soul. I was hoping to secretly reclaim it after her execution, but it seems I must now take matters into my own hands..."
The moment Aizen was finished speaking, Byakuya Shunpo'd forward at blinding speeds, seemingly intending to kill the lackadaisical Captain in a single blow. From Ohta's perspective, however, he stopped just short, the tip of his sword passing within a centimeter of Aizen's nose while the man didn't flinch. At the same time, the snake-like Gin drew his wakizashi-style Zanpakuto, aiming it at Byakuya as he said, "Shoot to kill, Shinso...!"
Seemingly oblivious to Gin's actions, Byakuya didn't even try to dodge as the grey-haired Captain's Zanpakuto pierced his left shoulder, extending nearly a hundred meters before retracting in the blink of an eye.
Opening his eyes slightly wider than usual, Byakuya Shunpo'd away before looking down at the blood stain rapidly spreading through his garments.
"Whoa, what was that~?" mused Gin, directing his close-eyed gaze to Ohta as he appended, "It appears our little friend intends to get in our way."
"That's a shame," remarked Aizen, rising to his feet and taking the time to dust himself as Ohta passed Rukia off to Byakuya, shouting, "Take her and find the other Ryoka. I'll handle this viper bitch and his Josh Groben gimp daddy...!"
Though he didn't appreciate Ohta giving him orders, Byakuya immediately disappeared with Rukia in tow. At the same time, Ohta clapped his hands together, black, purple-hued energy surging from his body as he intended to use Kusho.
Interrupting Ohta's preparations, Aizen casually raised his right hand's index and middle fingers, muttering, "Hado#90, Kurohitsugi..." in a calm, relaxed tone. The moment he was done, purple-black lightning emanated from his fingertips as the outline of a cube instantaneously formed around Ohta.
As a black, coffin-shaped well of immense gravitational pressure formed around him, Ohta's final thought before his world went dark was, ("I am going to kill this bitch...")
Seeing the look on Ohta's face as the 'black coffin' finished materializing, Aizen couldn't help smiling. He had known about Ohta nearly as long as Kisuke, so he looked forward to seeing how much the psychic-turned-Shinigami grew after this encounter, assuming he managed to survive...
Surpassing even Aizen's expectations, the gravitational well of the black coffin briefly intensified. A fully versed version of the spell was supposed to be able to break down even Reiryoku, yet, when the purple-hued coffin of darkness disappeared, Ohta was still intact, bleeding profusely within a sphere of purple-black energy as he said, "You fucked up..." with a toothy grin.
Spreading his palms, Ohta looked like he would release the same beam of black energy he used against Yoruichi, but he didn't stop at just cracking them open. Instead, he visibly struggled to pull them apart, revealing an abyssal-black sphere that grew in size as he did so.
Though the surrounding gravity had been affected the moment Ohta began to condense his psychic energy, the appearance of the abyssal-black sphere caused a powerful gust of wind to draw everything toward it, emulating the all-consuming power of a black hole. As it grew larger, drastically increasing the gravitational pull, Aizen, having evacuated to a safe distance, muttered, "How remarkable..." with a relaxed smile and a curious glimmer in his brown eyes.
Hearing Aizen's utterance, Gin opened his usually closed eyes like slits, revealing piercing blue irises and deep black pupils. Aizen was generally sarcastic when he praised people, but Gin didn't sense the usual humor in the man's tone. He seemed genuinely impressed with Ohta's display, at least enough to forego pursuing Rukia and completing their objective as quickly as possible.
"Captain Aizen..." muttered Gin, breaking the brown-haired schemer from his reverie.
Turning to Gin, Aizen mused, "It truly is a shame. He would have made an excellent replacement for Tosen..."
As Tosen had been cut down during an ill-advised skirmish with Zaraki, Aizen had been sincere when he invited Ohta to join him. Unfortunately, it seemed Urahara had beaten him to the punch this time, drawing the remarkably powerful youth to his side by having him fall for the vessel of the Hogyoku. Now, if Rukia perished while he was extracting it, Aizen had no doubt Ohta would pursue him like a man possessed. Much like he was about to do...
"Let us be on our way," said Aizen. "If Yamamoto Genryusai returns before we complete our objective, things might become troublesome."
Casting one last look at Ohta, Aizen turned away, disappearing alongside Gin nigh-instantaneously. Shortly after that, much of the Sokyoku hill was swallowed up by Ohta's attack, consumed by the black sphere of energy that continued to grow larger as the person controlling it had already lost consciousness. Fortunately, just as it began to separate from Ohta's body, leaking from the negative field he generated to keep it in check, Yoruichi appeared out of thin air, wielding a pure golden shortsword with an ornate hilt. As she stabbed it into the ostensibly all-consuming void enveloping Ohta's body, the entire thing, along with the gravitational sphere he had created, shattered like glass...
"Damnable fool..." muttered Yoruichi, throwing Ohta over her shoulder and retreating, entrusting him to the nearby Soifon before racing off to ensure Rukia wasn't killed...
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(A/N: Josh Groben-lookin' motherfucker...)

Waking up feeling refreshed, Ohta didn't need to inspect his condition to understand that Orihime had treated him. However, that wasn't what was important right now.
Looking to his left, Ohta felt relief wash over him as he found a familiar raven-haired woman sitting beside him, sleeping with her head and arms on the almost comically long bed he was resting in.
Using telekinesis, Ohta picked Rukia up by her collar like a cat, startling the petite Shinigami awake as he moved her to sit atop him. Her brows creased, and a reluctant expression marred her face, but once she was situated atop him, a resigned sigh escaped her throat as she remarked, "You've been out the past three days. Don't push yourself..."
"I feel right as rain," replied Ohta, causing Rukia to tense as he moved his hands from her waist to her butt, wriggling his fingers. She didn't prevent him, but the conflict in her eyes became more pronounced as she meekly asserted, "This might sound sudden, but we need to talk..."
Removing the wind from Rukia's sails, Ohta calmly remarked, "We're not breaking up." in a firm tone.
Hanging her head and slumping her shoulders, Rukia's eyes began to water, brows trembling as she quietly contended, "You should be able to see and experience life without the shackles I imposed on you. I've lived far longer than you have...you should have the same-"
"Stop talking..." said Ohta, donning a smoldering grin as he continued massaging Rukia's ass, confidently asserting, "I'm perfectly capable of making decisions for myself. If you're 'really' concerned about my well-being and happiness, bend down and kiss me. I sure as hell didn't come all this way for you to send me back using the excuse it's for my sake..."
Though her body and jaw quivered, tears streaming down her face, Rukia managed a weak smile as she said, "You truly are a fool..." before bending down to kiss him, tentatively at the start but quickly transitioning into a far more passionate exchange. Before Rukia knew it, she had even started to grind against Ohta's bulge, her body yearning for much, much more...
"Hey, Rukia, is-"
Stepping into the antiquated hospital room Ohta was resting in, Orihime's eyes became as round as saucers, her mouth hanging open mid-sentence as the scene of Rukia 'attacking' the former.
"Inoue...!" exclaimed Rukia, attempting to separate from Ohta and sit next to him. Before she could, Ohta's hands grabbed her waist, his expression firm as he said, "Stay..." in his characteristically deep, core-quivering tone of voice.
Shifting his gaze to Orihime, Ohta maintained the same expression and tone as he said, "We're busy right now. Don't let anyone else disturb us."
Swallowing hard, Orihime instinctually cupped her hands over her lap as she replied, "U-Understood..." before promptly excusing herself to keep watch outside. In her wake, Ohta stared deeply into Rukia's eyes, seeing the reluctance contained within by ignoring it as he mused, "You have two choices. Ride me or be ridden..."
"But-" said Rukia, attempting to protest. Before she could utter so much as a single additional syllable, however, Ohta adopted a wolfish grin and said, "Turn around and get on all fours. I will erase any doubts you might have..."
Though she 'really' wanted to refuse, as their current situation was only a few steps removed from having sex in public, Rukia eventually did as Ohta instructed, turning around and crawling onto her hands and knees, giving him a view of her adorably perky butt through the fabric of her robes. Her body shook even more than her first time when Ohta reached his hands underneath them, caressing her bare skin, but by the time he exposed her ass to the somewhat cold air, her thighs were glistening all the way to her knees...
"Yeah, I thought so..." muttered Ohta, giving Rukia's butt a light smack as he teased, "Next time, before you try to convince me that we shouldn't be together, get your body to consent first. Now that I know how much you were holding back, I'm not going to in the slightest..."
Taking advantage of the fact he was in a loose-fitting green yukata, Ohta exposed his fully erect member to the air, pressing it to Rukia's entrance before she could think to respond or protest. The familiar warmth caused a chill to permeate his body, goosebumps appearing on his arms, but that was nothing compared to Rukia's response. Even before he fully inserted his dick into her tiny frame, fucking her until she collapsed face-first into the mattress, she had already experienced a fairly notable orgasm...
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Though she used her barrier to block off the door, Orihime's face and ears were red as she could still hear Rukia's muffled moans from within Ohta's hospital room, persisting for nearly an hour before quieting. A few minutes later, Orihime felt like her heart was going to leap from her chest when the door to the room abruptly opened, followed by the appearance of Ohta in his haphazardly tied yukata.
Before Orihime could ask if he needed anything, Ohta left her feeling even more flustered as he said, "Thanks for keeping watch. Consider this as me owing you a favor."
"No&ndash;I...I was just&ndash;I mean, I can't ask you to repay me for something like this...!" stammered Orihime, her voice nearly a shout.
Shrugging his shoulders, Ohta replied, "Suit yourself," before stepping out into the hall, shutting the door behind him as he asked, "So, what brings you over? Rather, why haven't you returned to the human world yet? Are the others loitering about as well...?"
Though she blinked in surprise, Orihime unhesitantly replied, "We can't just return home without first making sure you're okay. Things are also really chaotic right now, so Yoruichi told us to stay in Squad 4 barracks until things calmed down..."
Nodding in understanding, Ohta offered a curt "Thanks for the info..." before turning to re-enter his hospital room. Before he could, Orihime grabbed the sleeve of his yukata, a fairly careless decision as it caused the loose-fitting fabric to slip from his shoulders, exposing his muscular back and body.
Half-turning to stare at the wide-eyed, completely statuesque girl, Ohta asked, "Is there something else...?" in a neutral tone.
"Uh..."
Completely forgetting what she was going to say, Orihime floundered for several seconds, her eyes swimming around in their sockets as she didn't know where to look. What she could never have expected was that, as a result of her fumbling, Ohta would exhale an exasperated sigh, his voice a lazy monotone as he said, "Fine...you can come inside. But it's up to Rukia to decide if you can stay..."
Following his words, Ohta entered his hospital room, leaving a wide-eyed, red-faced Orihime standing stock still in the corridor. A part of her wanted to scream and inform Ohta that he had misunderstood her intentions. She liked him, that much was certain, but her goal was to become friends with him and Rukia, not intrude on their relationship. However, as Ohta's words indicated he wasn't against the idea, Orihime swallowed the knot that had formed in her throat before following him into the room...
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Seeing Orihime enter the room behind him, Ohta had to suppress the urge to roll his eyes. Rukia, instinctually covering her body with a blanket, was also confused, but instead of overreacting and telling the orange-haired opportunist to vamoose, she raised her brows and asked, "Orihime? Have you been outside this entire time...?"
Smiling awkwardly, Orihime replied, "Yeah..." without following up with an explanation. She genuinely had no idea what was about to happen, so she was equal parts giddy, confused, and trepidatious as her eyes meandered about the room, unsure of where to look or what to say...
Similar to Ohta, Rukia also read too much into Orihime's intentions, her expression eventually softening as she said, "It's fine, Orihime. You don't have to feel ashamed or nervous. If Ohta is willing, you have my blessing to lie with him."
Staring wide-eyed at the smiling Shinigami, Orihime became statuesque once again. As a result, she missed another opportunity to clear things up as Ohta shrugged his shoulders and said, "You know how I feel, Rukia. I'm perfectly fine with you alone. You don't need to keep making concessions to try and make me happy..."
Directing her smile to Ohta, Rukia exhaled faintly through her nose as she said, "I'm not making concessions. I genuinely want you to be happy, but even more than that, I want you to live a free and unfettered life. So long as you do not go behind my back or try to keep it a secret, I 'want' you to lie with who you please and partake of new experiences. Then, once you are satisfied and ready to settle down...we can start a family..."
Exhaling a far heavier sigh, Ohta huffily remarked, "Woman, you make me want to bash my head against a wall sometimes..."
Ignoring Ohta's remark, Rukia directed her gaze to Orihime, asking, "You heard me clearly, right? I don't mind if you sleep with Ohta or even if you fall in love with him. However, if you try and take him from me..."
Causing a sudden chill to permeate the room, Rukia's expression became as frigid as the heart of a glacier as she declared, "I will kill you..."
As even Ohta was taken aback by Rukia's threat, Orihime found herself at a complete loss for words. She really, really, really wanted to clear things up, but she also didn't want Ohta to think she hated him...
Removing another opportunity for Orihime to clear things up, Ohta shook his head, adopting a faint smile as he said, "Fine...if you have that kind of resolution, I'll give 'experiencing' things a try. Just know that at the end of the day, you're the woman I've chosen to spend my life with. The moment I see you acting upset or jealous, I'm pushing you down and impregnating you on the spot..."
Though she had resolved herself to have Ohta's child the moment he refused to part with her, Rukia felt like a horde of butterflies had been released from her heart when he mentioned impregnating her. The cold atmosphere from before completely vanished, her cheeks resembling the petals of a sakura tree as she donned a mask of calm and replied, "I'll be sure to keep that in mind..."
Ruffling the petite Shinigami's hair, giving her a bit of a bird's nest, Ohta caused Orihime to stiffen, standing ramrod straight as he looked over to her and said, "If you're alright with a purely physical relationship, I'm not against fucking you. You're definitely my type..."
Feeling like a sledgehammer had struck her mind, the impact carrying all the way to her heart, Orihime nearly collapsed. If anyone wanted to bash their head into a wall right now, it was her. At the same time, however, her desire to 'clarify' things promptly became a tertiary concern. Her main two were deciding if she was okay with the 'purely physical' relationship Ohta mentioned and whether or not she smelled funny...
Noticing Orihime's hesitation, Ohta shook his head and said, "No need to force yourself. As I just said, Rukia is the only woman who gets to occupy my heart. I'll still be your 'friend' and work with you even without-"
Before Ohta could finish speaking, Orihime abruptly adopted a resolute expression, making a guts pose with her fists as she said, "Let's do it...!" One of her concerns was that Ohta would no longer be her friend if she refused a physical relationship. Hearing him affirm that wasn't the case, she suddenly felt motivated to gain some 'experiences' of her own...
"Right here...?" asked Ohta, looking to Rukia to hear her thoughts on the matter.
"That's probably not a good idea..." replied Rukia, her ears gaining a red hue as she muttered, "If our voices leak out and there's no one standing guard, someone could intrude..."
Noticing that Rukia had used the phrase 'our voices,' Ohta's brows perked of their own accord. He hadn't even considered the possibility that Rukia would want to be present as he fucked another woman, but if that's what she wanted, he wasn't going to advise against it...
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(A/N: No harem, by the way (O w O)...)

As her body was slowly raised into the sky, bound in a crucifixion pose, Rukia closed her eyes and recollected the days she spent with Ohta one final time before the Sokyoku, having transformed into a giant flaming bird, completely incinerated her soul. She suspected that Yamamoto was lying to her, but she chose to believe in her former Captain-Commander's words, muttering, "Please don't come, Ohta..." as a single tear rolled down her cheek.
"Funny. You usually say the opposite..." responded an all-too-familiar voice, a response Rukia initially thought of as an auditory hallucination until she felt a hand on her butt...
"So, you into bondage now?" asked Ohta, drawing Rukia's disbelieving gaze as she turned her head to find him standing behind her.
"Ohta..." muttered Rukia, her voice pained, her brows trembling, and her eyes watering. At the same time, however, she couldn't help smiling as she weakly cried, "You really came..."
"You'll get used to it..." teased Ohta, kissing Rukia's crown before staring down the giant flaming chicken observing their interaction with merciless eyes. The Sokyoku was said to possess the power of a million Zanpakuto, but based on what Ohta could sense, someone had either tampered with it, significantly reducing its power, or the information provided to him was false...
"So, this is the reckless Ryoka that has been making a mockery of the Thirteen Court Guardian Squads..." muttered Yamamoto, his silvery-grey eyes seeing through the depths of Ohta's power instantly.
"Impressive for one so young. A pity..." added the old man, subsequently stamping the ground with his cane as he commanded, "Proceed with the execution...!"
Seeing the flaming chicken flare up, preparing for its charge, Ohta used Shunpo to position himself in front of Rukia, a wispy black aura beginning to rise from his body as he thought ("This better fucking work...")
Slapping his hands together, covered in black gloves that resembled the visage of a wolf or jackal, Ohta shouted, "Balance the Scales, Kuroinu no Anpu...!"
In response to Ohta's shout, his usual Shihakusho exploded, leaving him shirtless but granting him a hooded, shadowy black cloak that cast a shadow over the upper half of his face and had two pointed ears sticking straight up. In place of his hakama, he gained a pair of black trousers and a black belt with a jackal-themed buckle. He was also barefoot, but there were bandages wrapped around his forearms and calves as the gloves he had been wearing became angular black tattoos around his wrists.
Though the observing Captains, Lieutenants, and supporting members of the Gotei had no idea what Ohta was planning, absolutely none of them expected to see him charge head-first at the Sokyoku, his eyes glowing like white flames within the shadow of his hood as he sported a notably sharp-toothed smile...
Despite feeling his skin crack and burn as he approached the Sokyoku, Ohta's smile broadened as he shouted, "Eat shit, Kentucky Fried...!" in a laughing tone. As he did so, he caught the pointed beak of the Sokyoku with his left hand, feeling a powerful, soul-destroying surge penetrate his body. Ohta felt like his insides had charred and vaporized, but the feeling only lasted an instant as he punched forward with a highly-telegraphed, seemingly innocuous punch...
*KAKROOOOW-!*
As a sound akin to a thunderclap reverberated through the bodies of everyone present, Ohta's punch 'obliterated' the entire left side of the Sokyoku. His body was blackened, and magmous cracks had formed across it, but the smile on his face didn't fade in the slightest. Instead, he burst out laughing as the body of the Sokyoku promptly plunged from the sky, forcing those below to flee as it dispersed into a tidal wave of soul-destroying flames on contact...
Continuing to cackle, giving off more of a hyena than a jackal vibe, the hazy white flames representing Ohta's eyes appeared to form tears along their periphery. He couldn't even begin to describe the pain he was in, but it was marginally outweighed by how ecstatic he felt.
"Capture the Ryoka...!" shouted Yamamoto, the only person who hadn't retreated from the Sokyoku's flames. Fortunately, just as he shouted, two figures appeared, flanking the old man with their hands on his shoulders.
"Come on, Yama-jii, let's have a chat..." said one of the figures, a middle-aged man with an unkempt appearance, facial stubble, and messy brown hair fastened into a loose ponytail. As he wore a straw hat and a flowery pink kimono over the usual Captain's attire, Ohta immediately recognized him as the Captain of Squad 8, Kyoraku Shinsui.
"You dare lay your hands upon me?" asked Yamamoto, staring at the two men, each his former students, with slightly widened eyes.
In response to Yamamoto's words, the second man, possessing delicate features, kind brown eyes, long white hair, and an unmodified Captain's outfit, replied, "We'll explain everything once we change venues..."
Though Yamamoto could have easily stopped the two men, he permitted Kyoraku and the white-haired Captain, Ukitake Jushiro, to whisk him away via Shunpo. He intended to discipline the two Captains, regardless of their explanation, but as he had watched over both men since they were snot-nosed youths, Yamamoto decided to hear them out before determining to what extent they needed to be punished...
With Yamamoto being 'escorted' away by Kyoraku and Ukitake, the only remaining Captains atop the Sokyoku Hill were Soifon, a motherly woman with braided black hair running down the center of her body, a massive man with a basket on his head, and Byakuya. Their Lieutenants were also present, but Ohta didn't consider them a threat, even in his current state. Rather, due to the pain he was enduring, he felt more powerful than ever before...
"Meep meep~!" mused Yoruichi, seemingly appearing out of thin air as she grabbed Soifon by her collar, carrying the slightly blushing Captain away at high speeds. At the same time, Ichigo, Chad, Uryu, and Orihime made their appearance, the orange-haired 'hero' leading the pack as he charged forward with his cleaver-like Zanpakuto, shouting, "Leave these guys to us, Ohta! Take Rukia and run!"
Recognizing Ichigo, Renji abruptly exclaimed, "It's you! The human who stole Rukia's powers...!"
Without waiting for his Captain's permission, Renji charged toward Ichigo with a fiercely indignant scowl. His catastrophic defeat against Ohta had damaged his pride in more ways than one, so while he was secretly over the moon about the possibility of Rukia being rescued, he intended to get in a few good licks against the other human who had embarrassed him in the past...
Prompted by Renji's errant charge, the other Lieutenants, sans the inordinately tall and busty Lieutenant of Squad 4, charged forward to provide support. As for their Captains, all three kept their gazes firm on Ohta, a looming sense of dread emanating from the core of their beings as the air and ground around them began to tremble violently.
Running the fingers of his right hand through his hair, an action that caused his hood to come off, Ohta revealed that it wasn't just his cloak that had pointed ears. His eyes also shifted from white to crimson, but if you looked closely, they were actually pitch black, the red hue emanating from the upside-down triangles that had replaced his pupils.
Maintaining his toothy grin, Ohta asked, "Are we about done here? If so, I'm going to take what's mine. Get in my way, and I may not kill you, but you 'will' suffer..."
Responding to Ohta's provocation, the 'man' with the basket on his head shouted, "You are the fiendish Ryoka who attacked Tosen! The only fate that awaits you here is just retribution...!"
Exhibiting none of the usual flair and posturing, the inordinately tall man drew his sword and struck a pose like he was about to smash it into the ground like a hammer, shouting, "Bankai...!" in a barking tone.
Though Ohta had been apprised of the capabilities of every Captain, his eyes widened slightly as he had to crane his head, looking up despite the fact he was in the air. The basket-headed man was the Captain of Squad 7, Komamura Saijin. As for his Bankai, Kokujō Tengen Myō'ō, it took on the form of a giant exceeding one hundred meters in height, its colossal body garbed in samurai-esque armor as it raised its massive sword in the same posture as Komamura.
"That's one big bitch..." muttered Ohta, unmoving even as Komamura's Bankai descended toward him like the blade of a guillotine, only several thousands of times larger. It was an exceptionally intimidating sight, but Ohta just raised his left hand, grinning like a demon as the colossal blade impacted an invisible barrier, creating visible cracks in the air as a massive shockwave spread through the area.
"What sorcery is this...?" muttered Komamura, eyes widening beneath his mask as blood leaked from his right palm. It felt as though all the force of his blow had been reflected back at him, fracturing the bones in his wrist and forearm.
Noticing Komamura's condition, Ohta chuckled and said, "Looks like we have bad compatibility." before punching at the giant's chest. His attack didn't make direct contact, but a large impact crater formed in the giant's breastplate as both it and Komamura was sent skidding backward, the latter coughing up blood that leaked through the thin slats in his bamboo mask.
"Such power..." muttered the motherly-looking woman, Captain Unohana Restu of Squad 4. Her expression conveyed concern, but if one were to look closely, there was an excited glimmer within the depths of her deep blue eyes. No one, not even Ohta, noticed it, but it was definitely there...
Turning his gaze to the two remaining Captains, the crimson triangles in his eyes focusing on Byakuya, Ohta asked, "Any more volunteers...?" in a cheeky tone.
Narrowing his eyes slightly, Byakuya said, "Captain Unohana, Lieutenant Kotetsu, please go tend to Captain Komamura's wounds. Leave this one to me..."
Without waiting for the duo's response, Byakuya unsheathed his elegant-looking Zanpakuto, holding it in a reverse grip with the point aiming at the ground as he said, "Bankai..." in a cold, resolute tone. At the same time, he released his hold on his Zanpakuto, its blade sinking into the ground as if it were falling into a stagnant pool, creating visible ripples as the sound of a water droplet echoed through the area.
As the world around him became dark, followed by several giant blades materializing in two rows flanking Byakuya, Ohta felt goosebumps across his body as the ostensibly apathetic bishonen muttered, "Senbonzakura Kageyoshi..."
In response to Byakuya's words, the massive blades flanking his body burst into innumerable, glowing pink flower petals. It was a captivating sight to behold, but even in his current state, Ohta felt his skin prickle as the petals swarmed around him, several cutting deeply into the invisible barrier surrounding his body.
Spreading his hands outward in a swift, sweeping motion, Ohta expanded his barrier from the usual three meters to more than twenty. Furthermore, he flooded the area with a tremendous volume of psychic energy, causing the interior to fill with pink, purple, and blue light that formed ever-shifting geometric shapes, similar to the interior of a kaleidoscope.
Raising his brows slightly, Byakuya hesitated for the briefest of moments before sweeping his right hand forward, condensing tens of thousands of petals to serve as a spear, piercing deeply into Ohta's psychic barrier but ultimately failing to reach him.
If Byakuya was surprised by the potency of Ohta's defense, he was nearly left slack-jawed by what happened next. Beyond altering his appearance, Ohta's Zanpakuto possessed a simple but terrifyingly effective ability. It balanced the mental energy in his body, converting two-thirds to spiritual and physical energy. His maximum psychic output decreased as a result, but as Ohta's power was fueled by rage and other powerful emotions, his power steadily increased as the fight dragged on.
Punching toward the petal-comprised spear, Ohta seemingly 'obliterated' them from existence. As damage sustained by a Bankai could never be recovered, this meant Ohta's attack had decreased Byakuya's effective power 'permanently,' causing the usually stoic Captain's scalp to tingle as he adopted a serious expression and condensed petals in his right hand to form a super concentrated mass of spirit energy, ultimately taking the form of a sword...
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(A/N: What do you guys think of Ohta's Zanpakuto? Pretty badass, no?)

Chapter 52: Building Toward the Climax