Not a Mob: Psycho

"Looks like I'm in your debt again..." muttered Ohta, sitting with his arm raised while Orihime sat beside him, healing it with a happy smile on her face.
"I'm just happy both you and Rukia are okay~" replied Orihime, narrowing her eyes and smiling even brighter. She was a little surprised when Soifon showed up to her fifth-period English studies and abducted her, but when she learned the reason, she allowed herself to be carried willingly.
"You're a good woman..." said Ohta, using his fully recovered hand to pat Orihime's head. He felt like he was repeating those words a lot lately, but there was good reason to. Orihime was obedient and remarkably useful, a stark contrast to how he perceived her just a month prior.
Catching Orihime a little off guard, Ohta asked, "Your birthday was on the third, right?"
Recovering from her momentary stupor, Orihime smiled radiantly and said, "It was, but you don't have to get me anything, Ohta-kun. Every day since you and Rukia accepted me into your lives has been a gift. If I were to ask anything of either of you, it would be to avoid getting injured when I'm not around."
Exhaling a faint sigh through his nose, Ohta thought ("She really is a good woman...")
"Then, next year, assuming this shit with Aizen is resolved, I'll take you to a fancy restaurant and let you eat your fill..." asserted Ohta, causing the bubbly ginger's eyes to widen and glisten. She was a glutton to her core, but she was more excited by the prospect of going on a date. Ohta wasn't the type to go out unless he had a 'reason,' so Orihime never expected him to be the first to broach the subject of going on a date, even more so since she wasn't his girlfriend...
Not wanting to seem selfish, Orihime narrowed her eyes happily and said, "The three of us will go together. Or maybe we could throw a large party and invite all our friends? It's been a long time since I had a big birthday celebration. It's usually just me, Tatsuki, and sometimes her mother. Not that I'm complaining. Ehehehehe~"
"Ah...that explains why you visited Tatsuki that day..." remarked Ohta. As for Orihime's suggestion, he wouldn't make any concrete promises, but he would consider it so long as he wasn't required to plan the event. His ideal birthday celebration was a peaceful evening without worry, accompanied by an expensive bottle of whiskey, a premium-cut steak, and a warm bath filled with pain-relieving bath bombs. At least, that 'was' his ideal. Now, he would be content with sleeping in, getting his dick sucked, and spending the rest of the day just vibing in a bathrobe...
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Rushing over from Soul Society after Ohta sent her an inter-dimensional text, Yoruichi remarked, "I figured something like that might occur," after learning what had transpired. Before Ohta could get too annoyed with her, however, she waved her hand and appended, "Don't get your knickers in a twist. Incidents like this are common when training to attain and master Bankai since most Shinigami lack the control required to handle a sudden and drastic increase in Reiryoku. There's a reason it typically takes ten to a hundred years to master the technique."
Preempting Ohta's response, Yoruichi poked him in the chest, stating, "That's where you come in. The key component to control is mental energy, so you just need to put Rukia through the same training as your puppy lover. Whenever you infuse your mental energy into someone to enable them to use psychic powers, it bolsters their own. Rukia should have no trouble utilizing her Bankai if you assist her, and, given enough time, it will become second nature."
Though he was relieved by Yoruichi's words, Ohta maintained a glower as he asked, "Why didn't you mention this before? Rukia could have died..."
"Unlikely," replied Yoruichi, shrugging her shoulders as she added, "As for why I didn't mention it, it's because it's good to make mistakes and learn from them. Now that she's experienced what could go wrong, Rukia will work hard to ensure it doesn't. It's much better than assuming everything will go well and then being blindsided at a critical moment..."
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Taking advantage of Ohta's silence, Yoruichi narrowed her eyes and added, "Besides, you were there, weren't you? Unless her Bankai caused her to erupt into a million pieces spontaneously, I was confident you and your pocket healer could handle the situation. Rukia also knew the risks well in advance, so unless you intend to lecture and bite her head off, cut me some slack. She 'did' obtain Bankai, didn't she?"
"Come here..." said Ohta, his neutral expression causing Yoruichi to stare at him in confusion. In the end, however, she moved closer, offering little resistance when he abruptly picked her up, tucking her under his arm with her ass sticking out.
"What are you-?"
Before Yoruichi could finish asking what he was doing, Ohta gave her ass a firm, echoing smack. Her excuse was fairly compelling, but he was too annoyed to let her off scot-free. He also knew from personal experience that she enjoyed spanking, so he saw it as an ideal solution to the current situation, allowing him to release his frustrations without making her feel indignant.
*smack* *smack* *smack* *smack* *smack* *smack* *smack* *smack* *smack* *smack*
Matching Ohta's expectations, Yoruichi frowned but offered no resistance as he slapped her ass an additional nine times. She felt embarrassed, but, at the same time, a rosy hue spread through her cheeks, accompanied by a faint moisture building between her thighs.
Before Ohta set her down, Yoruichi's voice sounded deeper than usual as she asked, "Are you done? Because the moment you set me down, it's my turn..."
"Yeah, I know..." replied Ohta, offering no meaningful resistance when the brown-skinned beauty promptly pounced on him. He refused to resonate with her more than once a month, but if it was 'just' fucking, he no longer cared. His three-day descent into debauchery with Rukia had given him a more 'primal' view of sex, much to his Zanpakuto's satisfaction. Unless the women he fucked demanded something from him in return, he would fuck them like the beast all humans were at the very core of their being...
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"You're back..." said Rukia, smiling weakly as Ohta entered their bedroom. She wasn't in pain, but after having most of her Reiryoku drained, she felt similar to when she first gave Ichigo her powers.
"Yeah...I intended to return sooner, but I got held up by a certain cat..." replied Ohta, approaching the bed and sitting beside Rukia, grasping her hand as she habitually placed her head against his shoulder.
"I hope you didn't blame her for what happened..." muttered Rukia. "It was my inexperience that caused-"
"It's fine," interrupted Ohta, kissing Rukia's head as he said, "If I were truly angry with her, I would have returned two hours ago. I gave her a few welts on her ass, but we managed to work things out after the fact..."
"That's good," responded Rukia, adopting a faint smile as she finally felt like Ohta was doing as he pleased. Orihime had been with her until just a few minutes prior, so she didn't feel lonely when she awoke to find he was absent. Rather, as it had given her time to reflect, Rukia was glad he took the time to 'work things out' with Yoruichi. After all, the latter was Ohta's 'original' woman, the person she had stolen him from. Rukia had no plans of giving him up, but she knew, deep in her heart, that Ohta and Yoruichi should have ended up together. She just couldn't help wanting to be the person closest to him...
Catching Ohta off guard, Rukia abruptly placed her hand on his crotch, adopting the narrow-eyed, alluring smile she had refined over the past three days as she said, "Help me replenish my Reiryoku..."
Recovering from his brief stupor, Ohta adopted a smoldering, wolfish grin as he replied, "Tell me how you want it. Slow and gentle on your back, or with your face pressed to the sheets...?"
Without hesitation, Rukia replied, "Both..." before pulling Ohta into a kiss by forcefully pulling his collar. He wasn't the only one who had developed a more primal view of sex. If not for Sode-no-Shirayuki abruptly reverting to a Tenshintai while they were making love, she and Ohta might not have left their room for several days longer...
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Nestled between the sleeping forms of Rukia and Orihime, snuggled up to him with content looks on their faces, Ohta had an excellent vibe going as he stared up at the ceiling with a relaxed smile, nearly devoid of thoughts. There were times in his current life when he felt like leaping head-first off a building or smashing his forehead into a wall, but, all things considered, he was living an enviable life. He was handsome, possessed near-godlike power, and despite his efforts to remain monogamous, he was surrounded by beautiful, incredibly amorous women who practically threw themselves at him with his future wife's approval. From an objective viewpoint, he had very little, if anything, to complain about...
*beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep*
"But not nothing..." muttered Ohta, rising to a seated position as Rukia and Orihime stirred at the sound of their alarms beeping incessantly, similar to when Uryu used bait to lure hundreds of Hollows for a stupid game.
Pulling over his phone using telekinesis, Ohta's frown deepened into a grimace as he read, "A large number of Hollows, led by an unidentified group of Arrancar, have invaded the town of Karakura..."
"No ETA...?" asked Rukia, her brows raising in confusion before creasing as she said, "We need to hurry...!"
Though he would prefer it if she and Orihime stayed behind, retreating underground for their safety, Ohta didn't protest Rukia's words. Instead, he got dressed quicker than both of them, saying, "I'll be waiting outside," before phasing through several walls to reach the exterior of the building. There, both Soifon and Yoruichi were waiting, the latter having decided to tarry for a bit after the intense dicking he had given her.
"What's going on?" asked Ohta.
"If I had to guess, Aizen either amassed forces in the human world and had them launch an attack, or they have the means to transfer between the realms without triggering the detection system used to monitor the Garganta," replied Yoruichi. "Either way, they're-"
Interrupting Yoruichi's words, a red-tinged black explosion erupted in the sky a few kilometers away, the resulting shockwave causing the windows of nearby buildings to shatter as the wave of pressure reached all the way to their location.
Recognizing the Reiatsu's signature, Ohta's brows perked as he asked, "Was that Ichigo? Since when did his balls drop...?"
Though Ichigo had defeated Renji and several other Lieutenants during the raid to prevent Rukia's execution, Ohta had never taken the orange-haired youth seriously. He knew the hybrid brat had a ridiculous amount of Reiyroku, but he had little control, and his spiritual sense was beyond sub-par. He was like a zippo lighter with a mainline to a gas barge. He had a shit ton of fuel but no way to utilize it effectively...
"I told you his potential was monstrous," replied Yoruichi. However, even she was taken aback by the power contained in the explosion. If Ichigo could concentrate it into a thin, precise beam of energy, she would need one of the artifacts from her family to block it...
"I'm going..." said Ohta. "You two join Rukia and Orihime to deal with the trash. If they insist on coming to me, escort them..."
"Look at you," mused Yoruichi, adopting a teasing smile as she gave the frowning Soifon a smack on her bottom, asking, "How are you supposed to respond when your Lord gives you an order?"
Recovering from her startled, visibly excited state, Soifon discarded her smile, becoming deadly serious as she bowed her head and cupped her hands together, responding, "As you will, Ohta-dono..."
Nodding in approval, Yoruichi turned to Ohta, intending to assure him she would protect the members of his 'harem,' but he abruptly Shunpo'd away, surprising her with how seamless the transition was.
"Ichigo definitely isn't the only one with monstrous potential..." muttered Yoruichi, narrowing her eyes in the direction Ohta had disappeared while Soifon observed her from the side, more than a little envious but similarly impressed by his speed...
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(A/N: Everyone else: *trains hard to get a fractional power-up* Ichigo: *screams Getsuga Tensho slightly louder, becoming twice as strong and keeping the boost indefinitely*. Also, thanks to the awesome people who lent me a hand yesterday. I still feel tired, but my condition is much better after a hearty meal, some extra strength Tylenol, and a long nap xD...)

"Haaaa....haaaaa....haaaaaaa..."
Despite swinging his sword with all his might, goosebumps spread across Ichigo's battered body as he stared at his opponent, a muscular man with short, spiky, pale-blue hair, light blue eyes, and a bone mask covering his right cheek, resembling the maw of a beast. Like other Arrancar, he wore a white hakama with a black sash around his waist, but his top consisted of an open, high-collared white jacket with a soot-black interior, the collar folded down instead of sticking up. He also had a large hole in his lower abdomen and a sword strapped to the left side of his waist, emulating the Zanpakuto of a Shinigami, but he had yet to draw it since the start of the fight, seemingly not needing to.
"That last attack wasn't half-bad," said the wild-looking man, grinning from ear to ear as he stared down at Ichigo with only mild abrasions on his body. "It's 'almost' enough to make me take you seriously," mused the man, grabbing the hilt of his Zanpakuto as he considered drawing it.
"Che...."
Clicking his tongue, Ichigo forced himself to stand straight despite his body's protests. Thus far, he had been getting thrashed one-sidedly by the blue-haired Arrancar. Even when his attacks landed, the man blocked them with his body or grabbed his sword with his bare hand. As a result, Ichigo was currently standing in the middle of a large crater after being sent crashing into the ground twice over.
"That's the spirit, Shinigami..." mused the blue-haired Arrancar, drawing his Zanpakuto ever so slightly until a deep, baritone voice stated, "It's not nice to bully the weak."
Turning his head to see who had spoken, the blue-haired Arrancar's eyes widened, pupils contracting as a fist impacted squarely with the center of his face. He would normally shrug off such a blow and laugh, but this time he was sent reeling backward, his body forced to flip several times as he was launched high into the sky.
"Unfortunately for you, I enjoy bullying those who do, regardless of how weak they are," remarked Ohta, shifting his gaze to Ichigo to say, "Go and make yourself useful somewhere else. This one's mine."
Without waiting for Ichigo's response, Ohta used Shunpo to bring himself to the same altitude as the blue-haired Arrancar, adopting a toothy grin as the man stared daggers at him while covering his mouth and nose, blood leaking from both.
"You're pretty tough," remarked Ohta. "Ordinarily, a blow like that would have knocked the head off an unprepared Captain. I guess you Arrancar aren't the fodder I thought you were."
"You cowardly bastard..." growled the man, grabbing the hilt of his sword with his right hand as he added, "You're going to regret not finishing me with that sneak attack..."
Before the Arrancar could draw his sword, a black portal opened near him, within which stood the familiar figure of a golden-haired woman with aquamarine eyes and large breasts, further emphasized as she stood with crossed arms.
"Grimmjow..." said the woman, her voice low and threatening as she narrowed her eyes and added, "Lord Aizen commands that you return..."
"Harribel..." growled the blue-haired Arrancar, evidently called Grimmjow. Before he could speak further, however, his head abruptly whipped back, his body drawn toward Ohta's outstretched hand as he declared, "You're not going anywhere."
*fwooooooooom*
Interrupting Ohta's attack, a beam of golden light cut between him and Grimmjow, emanating from the short, unusually wide, and predominately hollow blade of Harribel's Zanpakuto. At the same time, the air quaked as golden Reiryoku surged from her body, exuding an intense Reiatsu as she said, "Yamada Ohta...this man violated Lord Aizen's orders to invade the Human World of his own accord. However, I cannot permit you to kill him. If you insist on fighting, I, Tier Harribel, will be your opponent..."
"You say that like I'm supposed to be intimidated," mused Ohta, bringing his palms together and grinning as he quipped, "Sorry, chocolate tits, but these hands are rated E for Everyone."
Punctuating his jest, Ohta's Reiatsu flared outward, his expression serious as he shouted, "Balance the Scales, Kuroinu-no-Anpu...!"
Responding to the release of Ohta's Zanpakuto, golden light gathered in the hollow of Harribel's Zanpakuto before she thrust forward, releasing it as a spear-like blade of energy. To her and Grimmjow's immense surprise, Ohta didn't even try to dodge it, backhanding the dense mass of Reiryoku with his left hand, fracturing it like a glass pane.
Taking advantage of the duo's shock, Ohta's figure, now adorned in his bare-chested, jackal-themed attire, vanished from view, reappearing next to Grimmjow instantly. The movement resembled Shunpo but was, in fact, a pure display of speed, evidenced by the shockwave that rippled through the area as he kicked the stunned Grimmjow, shattering the man's left arm and leaving a visible indent in his ribcage, fracturing several and causing a wave of force to wrack his insides.
Though his body remained in place for a brief moment, conforming around Ohta's foot, Grimmjow was ultimately sent flying at breakneck speeds, his body producing several shockwaves as it broke through the sound barrier and reached upwards of Mach ten.
Turning his attention toward Harribel, the gold-haired Arrancar staring at him with widened eyes, Ohta questioned, "Where'd your confidence from before go? Weren't you going to be my opponent...?"
Regaining a serious expression, Harribel replied, "What you've witnessed thus far is not our true power. Were we to unleash our Resurrecci&oacute;ns, this city and its inhabitants would be in danger. And no, that isn't intended as a threat, only to remind you of what's at stake..."
"I don't know..." replied Ohta, the inverted triangles in his eyes exuding a fierce luminance as he said, "It sure as shit stinks 'feels' like a threat..."
Disappearing from view, Ohta rematerialized right in front of Harribel, his hand centimeters away from her face as a black sphere condensed in his palm, distorting the surrounding space. The high collar covering the lower half of her face immediately tore away, but Harribel managed to avoid the world's worst facelift thanks to the bone mask that lay beneath, covering the lower half of her face and neck. She also utilized a strange variant of Shunpo to escape backward, but while her speed was tremendous, Ohta was waiting for her when she reached her terminal point, standing behind her with a cold glower.
"Too slow..." muttered Ohta, grabbing a large handful of Harribel's golden hair. She reacted by stabbing backward with her Zanpakuto, but while her blade was able to pierce his various layers of invisible protection, it barely left a shallow cut as it scraped across his obliques.
Forming his right hand into a spear, Ohta intended to stab Harribel in the back but stopped when something warm pressed against his right temple, accompanied by a man 'suggesting,' "Let's end things here for today..." in a lazy-sounding voice.
Turning in the direction of the voice, Ohta found his vision obscured by the business end of a peculiar pistol wielded by a man with a narrowed, blue-grey eye and unkempt, wavy brown hair that extended to the base of his neck. A bone eyepatch covered his left eye, making it seem like his face was hollow, while his outfit consisted of a form-fitting white jacket and similarly tight black pants with grey fur adorning his collar, sleeves, coattails, waist, and calves. Even with a gun pointed at his forehead, Ohta felt the man looked pretty badass...
"You're pretty strong..." remarked Ohta, his voice calm despite his bones vibrating under the strain of the gunslinging Arrancar's ludicrous Reiatsu. The man didn't even appear to be exerting his Reiatsu purposely, but the air solidified and crackled in his immediate surroundings.
Shattering the tensions, though every hair on Ohta's body remained standing on end, the childish voice of a girl, seemingly emanating from the gun's barrel, said, "Ewwwww! Don't go sticking me in other people's faces, you stupid shit for brains...!"
"Not now, Lilynette..." said the gunslinging Arrancar, his expression and tone lazy, but there was a fierce glimmer in his eyes as he locked gazes with Ohta.
Releasing Harribel's hair from his grasp, Ohta raised his hands in mock surrender, adopting a toothy grin as he replied, "Sure...I guess I've had enough fun for one evening..."
While Harribel moved to stand behind him with a vexed look on her face, the lazy-looking Arrancar slowly retracted his pistol from Ohta's forehead, stating, "Lord Aizen does not wish for either side to reduce their numbers before the final battle. He intends to crush all of you in one fell swoop, so use this time to prepare as best you can..."
"You should also prepare yourselves..." retorted Ohta. "The next time we meet, I will be much stronger and nowhere near as 'agreeable'..."
Exhaling a faint sigh through his nose, the laze-looking Arrancar used one of his two pistols to scratch his head as he said, "Yeah...I figured as much. What a pain..."
Half-turning toward Harribel, presenting his 'blind spot' to Ohta, the man added, "We're going in." in a firm tone. Harribel nodded in response, but before tapping the air to open a Garganta, she cast a meaningful look in Ohta's direction. He had no idea what she intended to convey, but there was definitely traces of 'something' in her previously indifferent, analytical green eyes...
("What the Hell?) Ohta asked himself. ("Don't tell me grabbing her by the hair turned her on...")
Leaving Ohta's internal speculations unanswered, Harribel, alongside the gun-wielding Arrancar, stepped into the Garganta and promptly departed. At nearly that exact same moment, Soifon appeared next to Ohta, asking, "Are you wounded...?" before following it up with a pouty, begrudging, "My Lord..."
"Come here..." said Ohta, gesturing for Soifon to come closer. The pout on her face intensified, but she immediately complied with his command, her body tensing when Ohta abruptly pressed his middle and ring fingers to her crotch, digging into the fabric of her hakama as he said, "I'm in a bad mood right now. Don't make me fuck you right here and now..."
Swallowing nervously, Soifon averted her eyes and responded with an uncharacteristically meek, "I apologize if I offended you..."
Retracting his hand, Ohta caused the near-imperceptible blush in Soifon's cheeks to deepen as he sniffed his fingers and asserted, "You're horny," in a confident tone, subsequently questioning, "Were you and Yoruichi going at it before the alarm triggered?"
"We weren't 'going at it," replied Soifon, continuing to avoid Ohta's gaze as she admitted, "I was servicing her..." in a faint, nearly inaudible tone.
"That's kind of hot," remarked Ohta, ruffling the pouty Shinigami's hair as he teased, "I'll have to watch sometime. For now, give your report. How is the situation elsewhere...?"
"5th Seat, Sub-Adjutant Yumichika was critically injured, but his wounds were successfully mended by Inoue Orihime. Other than that, there were no major injuries on our side. The enemy, however, lost four Arrancar and dozens of lesser Hollow," reported Soifon.
"That's better than nothing..." muttered Ohta, still feeling annoyed that his opponents had, once again, fled. The one with the pistols even made him feel fear, something he hadn't experienced since Zaraki's 'surprise' frontal assault. Ohta believed he could win, but the man's Reiryoku, Reiatsu, and the speed with which he appeared were leagues beyond any opponent he had faced thus far, sans Aizen...
("I'm still not strong enough...") thought Ohta, continuing to ruffle Soifon's hair until the scowl on her face gradually gave way discomfited blush. She actually enjoyed having her head caressed, so even though she wanted to remain angry, it became increasingly difficult to maintain a grimace as her chest and stomach filled with a fluttery sensation...
"You have soft hair..." remarked Ohta, causing the frown on Soifon's face to deepen. However, while it was true his words frustrated her, the thing that angered her the most was how her pussy clenched when he praised her...
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(A/N: Ohta is slowly taming the bee-cat...also, daily reminder that this is not a harem fic.)

Contrasting Ohta's expectations, Sode-no-Shirayuki didn't try to compete with Rukia for his attention. Instead, she egged the latter on, pressing her to be more proactive while she sat in seiza off to the side, observing them with reddened cheeks.
Objectively speaking, since Rukia's and Sode-no-Shirayuki's senses were linked, it didn't matter which of them Ohta fucked. However, as Rukia was his woman, Ohta focused on her, forcing the petite Shinigami into dozens of different positions as they transitioned from their bed to the floor, atop most of their furniture, and even against the wall. Rukia struggled quite a bit at first, instinctually attempting to resist the pleasure, but after a while, both she and Ohta stopped caring, causing their lovemaking to become a lot more 'primal.'
Unfortunately, while Ohta wished he could fuck indefinitely like some kind of tireless sex god, his stamina had its limits. The semen he shot out was also packed with his Reiryoku, so after a few hours, Rukia was a twitching mess while he genuinely felt like he was on the verge of death. It was at that point that Sode-no-Shirayuki chose to get directly involved. However, instead of entreating him for sex, she cradled his head in her cool bosom, caressing his hair as he often did for Rukia...
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After their three-day descent into the abyss of pleasure, Ohta and Rukia returned to the underground chamber after recuperating, joined only by Soifon and Rangiku as Yoruichi had returned to Soul Society and Orihime was at school.
Standing in a relaxed Zanjutsu pose with her eyes closed, wielding the pure white katana representing Sode-no-Shirayuki's initial release, Rukia exhaled a frigid sigh, the roots of her hair gradually turning white as she muttered, "Bankai..." in a neutral tone.
In response to Rukia's utterance, her Reiatsu exploded outward in an eruption of ice and snow, similar to when Sode-no-Shirayuki manifested. When the explosion inverted, swirling around her before dissipating, Rukia no longer wore the standard Shihakusho of a Shinigami. Instead, she had on a pure white, ankle-length kimono with lined patterns. Unlike a normal kimono, however, it had an ornate collar, edges, and shoulder design with long, wide sleeves. Long ribbons formed loops behind her back, flowing gracefully in response to the fluctuations of her Reiatsu, while flowers of ice adorned her snow-white hair and the center of her chest, the former resembling a crown. As for her Zanpakuto, its shape hadn't changed, but the blade became transparent, resembling pure, unblemished ice.
Opening her eyes, revealing they had also become white, Rukia's voice sounded bone-chillingly cold and emotionless as she muttered, "Hakka-no-Togame(Censure of the White Haze)..." the name of her Bankai.
"Wow..." remarked Rangiku, genuinely awed by how beautiful Rukia's Bankai was. Ohta was similarly impressed, but he and Soifon had frowns as they simultaneously realized something was wrong.
While Rukia had certainly attained Bankai, artificially inflating her Reiryoku density and drastically increasing her Reiatsu, she hadn't moved a muscle since activating it. She appeared to be just as frozen as the terrain around her, and even from several tens of meters away, Ohta felt like he was in a deep freezer whose door had slammed and locked behind him.
Condensing psychic energy around his body, Ohta used Shunpo to reach Rukia's side, the ridiculously low temperature in the surroundings causing a visible layer of ice to appear across the surface of his psychic barrier as he eyed her up, asking, "You okay, monkeybun?"
Other than raising her eyes slightly, Rukia didn't respond to Ohta's words. She appeared to be frozen solid, and, as far as Ohta could tell, she wasn't breathing. Rather, after inserting a thread of energy into her body, Ohta's pupils contracted when he realized that not even feel her blood flowing...
*crack*
Though it was faint, Ohta felt a chill even colder than his surroundings when he heard a sharp sound emanate from Rukia's body, followed by a hair-thin crack appearing from her left eyelid to her jaw. She didn't bleed, but Ohta suspected that would change rapidly once her blood and body began to thaw...
Ignoring the danger, Ohta placed his hand, very gently, against Rukia's chest. He felt a potent chill even through the protection of his psychic and spiritual membranes, but he ignored it, consciously drawing the cold into his body as he depleted Rukia's Reiryoku. Yoruichi had informed him of his ability to absorb, adapt, and convert external energies before he became a Shinigami, so that's what Ohta did, his hair gradually turning white as a faint shade of pink returned to Rukia's complexion. With it, blood began to ooze from the crack in her face, but it was nothing a brief rest in her Gigai couldn't fix. If not, Orihime definitely could.
With no Reiryoku to sustain itself, Rukia's Bankai eventually dispersed, her hair regaining its raven sheen. At the same time, her pristine white kimono evaporated into icy mist, replaced by a standard black Shihakusho as she collapsed into Ohta's waiting embrace. His left arm and hair had lost their color, turning pure white, but his chest and right arm exuded a powerful warmth as he held her tenderly and stated, "You did well. Now sleep..." in a faint, soothing, somewhat assertive tone.
As Rukia collapsed from exhaustion, Ohta called out, "Soifon..." in a voice that was barely a whisper. Despite this, Soifon immediately appeared next to him, asking, "Shall I go and retrieve the one called Inoue Orihime...?"
Seeing Ohta nod, Soifon promptly vanished. In her wake, Rangiku walked over, asking, "How is she...?" in a concerned tone.
"She'll be fine..." assured Ohta, speaking more to himself than Rangiku. At the same time, he couldn't help wondering if something had gone wrong. Rukia's Bankai was nearly as devastating as his Kūsho, but the damage it caused was even more indiscriminate. After all, while his Kūsho hindered his senses, it didn't harm his body. Rukia's Hakka no Togame froze the very blood in her veins, and if she weren't careful, her entire body would fracture and crumble...
Feeling uncomfortable, Rangiku scratched her head, deliberating for a few seconds before asking, "Do you think it would be a good idea to move her to the hot spring?"
"That...is a very good idea..." conceded Ohta, attempting to pick up Rukia with just his right hand before Rangiku said, "Let me carry her. You should do something about that arm of yours before it gets even worse..."
Looking down at his left arm, Ohta noticed that pieces of his skin and a few crystalline chunks of flesh had flaked away without him realizing it. He could still move it, somehow, but he had absolutely no feeling in the appendage.
"You're on a roll today..." joked Ohta, entrusting Rukia's unconscious body to Rangiku. It was difficult for her to carry people due to her massive tits getting in the way, but Rukia's frame was light enough that Rangiku could extend her arms and support her with her elbows locked if she wanted to. Instead, she cradled the unconscious Kuchiki in a princess carry, whisking her away with an unpolished but passable variant of Shunpo...
While he didn't exactly 'trust' Rangiku, Ohta only stared in the direction of the hot spring for a few seconds turning his attention to his left arm and attempting to manipulate the energy within. It was a little difficult since it wasn't his, but he eventually managed to reverse the flow, extending his left hand to unleash a destructive avalanche of ice and snow that froze everything from the position he was standing to the far wall more than 300m away before scattering due to the impact, extending up to the roof and covering nearly half the underground chamber in glacial ice...
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Feeling Anpu's presence, Ohta's expression became serious as he said, "I want one..."
("It hasn't been that long since you attained your Shikai...") replied Anpu. However, as he already knew what Ohta was going to say, he added, ("I'll consider it if you willfully subordinate that woman with the ashen cat and the tiny one with the stinger...")
"What, like thrashing or fucking their Zanpakuto Spirits...?" asked Ohta.
("If that's what it takes...") replied Anpu, adding, ("So long as they aren't able to cross you, I don't care what means you use. Keeping them around when their loyalties lie elsewhere is exposing yourself and those you care about to unnecessary risk...)
"You're not wrong..." admitted Ohta. However, as he hadn't been informed that Soifon would also be utilizing the Tenshintai, he didn't know how best to subordinate her. He could try shaming or embarrassing her as he did in the elevator, but Ohta was pretty sure she 'enjoyed' being bullied. In other words, she was a massive masochist. Not surprising, considering who her Mistress was...
("Treat her as you did your mate...") said Anpu, his voice a low growl as he added, ("Ravish her diminutive frame so thoroughly she can't imagine life without you...")
Raising his brows, Ohta remarked, "You're pretty fucked up, man...you're starting to make me think I'm a monster deep down..."
("Others will regard you as a monster, so you might as well embrace it...") asserted Anpu. ("If your enemies and allies alike learn to fear you, you will finally be able to live as you please...")
"That might work if I was content to live alone," replied Ohta. "But I don't want Rukia to become ostracized by her family and friends. Fear is good, but it can't be the only sentiment people have toward us. As a part of me, you should understand the pain of that loneliness..."
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After a long silence, Anpu eventually replied, ("As I said, I don't care what method you use. But be forewarned. If you attempt to use the Tenshintai to steal my power, I will neither hold back nor show you mercy. I will take your body, eliminate all those who would lead this world to ruin, and then claim everything you have forsook...")
"You can fucking try," growled Ohta, subsequently adding, "Damn mutt..." under his breath. He had never seriously considered using the Tenshintai to attain his Bankai, as he didn't think it was wise to 'cut corners.' His first use of Kūsho and seeing Rukia nearly self-destruct were good examples of what could happen if you tried to wield power you weren't prepared for. Thus, unless he had no other options, he would try to awaken his Bankai in the traditional manner, reaching a compromise with the prick that had the nerve to name itself after an Egyptian God(A/N: For those that don't know, Anpu is the original translation for Anubis)...
("I can hear your thoughts...") remarked Anpu. ("And I am neither a prick nor did I choose this name. It has been with me from the moment I first gained awareness. As for 'fucking trying,' I won't even need to. So long as you continue to hold back and value the lives of so-called 'innocents,' you can never defeat me.")
"We're done talking," said Ohta, promptly 'severing' the connection with Anpu. The two could never be truly separated, as Anpu shared his senses and memories, but he could weaken the connection to his Soul Palace by simply willing it. He could practically feel the temperamental jackal being a butthurt bitch, but Ohta ignored him, proceeding to the hot spring after closing up most of the wounds on his left arm. He found Rangiku bathing naked as she tended to Rukia's body, but as the buxom blonde had been dwelling in his guest room the past four days, Ohta didn't bat an eye. The same could be said for Rangiku, who, other than casting a glance toward his cock, appeared calm and composed as she asked, "Want me to wash you back?" with a faint, intrinsically alluring smile.
"Maybe later," replied Ohta, casting aside his clothes and descending into the pleasantly hot water, retrieving Rukia's body from Rangiku without any resistance. She was sensible enough to know better than getting between him and his woman. If she didn't, Ohta would have given her massive and voluptuous ass the boot on day one...
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Chapter 66: Paradigm Shift