Not a Mob: Psycho

"How long have I been clocked out?" asked Ohta, slipping on the tabi-like socks comprising part of his Shihakusho uniform.
"I don't know, something like seven hours?" replied Kukaku, lying on her side and using the nails from her left foot to scratch her calf, still naked as the day she was born.
Before Ohta could ask if she needed to prepare, Yoruichi, having already gotten dressed, remarked, "That ten-hour timeframe from before was just an excuse to give Ichigo and the others a chance to practice and improve their skills. There are still thirteen days until Rukia's scheduled execution, so there's no reason to rush things."
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Though tempted to argue, Ohta remained silent and focused on getting dressed. He still remembered their conversation before getting sloshed, so while he wanted to fuck shit up, he had to be patient. Not for the sake of Kisuke's plan but to ensure that Rukia, Orihime, Chad, Ichigo, and even Uryu could continue their lives once the incident was over...
"Don't look so glum," said Kukaku. "Brooding expressions suit handsome guys, but you don't strike me as the genuinely sentimental type. Channel a bit of that beast from earlier this morning, and you'll have women eating from your palms."
"I already 'have' a woman like that, and she's a growing pain in my ass..." replied Ohta, directing his gaze to Yoruichi.
Contrasting Ohta's expectations, Yoruichi adopted a teasing smile and asked, "Oh, so I'm your woman now? News to me..."
"You're my cat," corrected Ohta. However, the damage had already been done, an alluring smile adorning Yoruichi's face as she mused, "Whatever you say..."
Before Ohta could retort, Kukaku pointed out, "Man, you two squabble like an old married couple. Either that or a cat and dog who managed to cross the line into an interspecies relationship. Seriously, just fuck it out..."
"You two make a dangerous combination..." remarked Ohta. "Remind me never to drink with you in the future..."
"Pfft, your loss..." spat Kukaku. Unlike Yoruichi, who seemed to have fallen face-first at Ohta's feet, she wasn't 'that' impressed with his performance. She wouldn't mind him dropping in to plow her fields every now and then, but she wasn't going to lose sleep over him being a moralist prude.
Stretching her body, Kukaku added, "Anyways, since we're done here, the two of you should check on those brats. Once the grumpy dandelion gets his shit in gear, I'll send your asses skyward."
"Grumpy dandelion...?" parroted Ohta. However, even without Kukaku clarifying, he had a pretty good idea of who she was talking about. Thus, after some additional back and forth, he went to check on the group of four's progress while Yoruichi stayed back to give Kukaku a piece of her mind...
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"Oh, Ohta-kun! You're back...!" exclaimed Orihime, noticing Ohta's arrival before anyone else. She had been able to form a perfect sphere on her very first attempt, so she was just watching everyone else, sitting off to the side with tea and snacks.
Instead of asking Orihime where she thought he had gone, Ohta gave a curt nod, replying, "Yeah." before asking, "How are things here...?" while looking over at Ichigo, sweating buckets as he barely got his Reishukaku to glow.
Smiling awkwardly, Orihime made the conscious decision not to answer Ohta's question, changing topics by asking, "How has life as a Shinigami been treating you? Do you ever get injured or feel overworked...?"
"Not really," replied Ohta, adopting a faint smile as he said, "I'm kind of a badass."
"I'll bet," agreed Orihime, striking a pose as she said, "According to Mr. Yoruichi, you can defeat hundreds of Hollows in a single blow! I've only ever fought one, and it took everything I had. Ehehehe~."
"Well, the first time is always the most difficult..." remarked Ohta, not intending to make an innuendo but realizing his words could easily be misconstrued as one. Fortunately, Orihime didn't appear to find what he had said odd, giggling girlishly before adopting a radiant smile as she replied, "That's good to hear. If every battle was as difficult as that one, I'm not sure I'd be able to hold up."
"Mmm..."
Not really in the mood for a bubbly conversation, Ohta simply hummed in response to Orihime's words while observing Chad and Uryu. The barrier produced by the former exuded a powerful 'static' while Uryu's resembled the pupil of a cat. It was extremely stable, but he was clearly accustomed to forming arrows and had little practice creating other shapes.
"Did you come here to check on Ichigo, Chad, and Ishida-kun?" asked Orihime, adopting a somewhat forlorn smile as she drew up her legs and rested her arms atop them like the previous night. She didn't like being ignored, but she understood that Ohta had far more important things on his mind than chatting and keeping her company.
"Something like that..." replied Ohta, noticing Orihime's melancholy and frowning as a result. He had enough problems with women without exacerbating matters by becoming friendly with the childhood friend of the one he had 'abandoned.'
Seemingly keen to exacerbate matters of her own accord, Orihime asked, "Can I tell you a secret...?" in a hushed voice.
"I can't stop you..." replied Ohta, mostly annoyed but moderately curious to hear what Orihime had to say. Information, especially if that knowledge was a 'secret,' could prove useful...
Stealing a glance at Ohta to see his reaction, Orihime revealed, "Tatsuki-chan has a crush on the other Ohta-kun..."
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"She was really upset at first," said Orihime, returning her gaze to the front as she added, "But, after quarreling with him and forcing the other Ohta-kun to 'keep up appearances' by paying visits to her home, the two of them became much closer. Tatsuki-chan has been wanting to tell you so she can ask for your 'permission,' but she hasn't been able to find the courage..."
Though he had anticipated this exact scenario, Ohta was still caught off guard by Orihime's revelation. He didn't pay much attention to what his old body was up to, but he had heard from Rukia that he joined the men's karate team, immediately becoming the ace and most recently taking first place in the national tournament...
"Are you angry...?" asked Orihime, feeling hesitant and uncertain as Ohta's expression hadn't really changed.
"Not really..." replied Ohta, providing Orihime some semblance of relief by musing, "If anything, I'm relieved. If she's happy, I won't have to worry so much about her dropkicking me the next time we meet..."
Realizing that Ohta was making a joke, Orihime supplied a muted giggle. Tatsuki had entrusted her with discovering if he would be upset if she and his counterpart started dating. Now that she had received his answer, she had even more of a reason to return home safely.
Just to be certain, Ohta surprised Orihime by asking, "Was that the reason you've been behaving so strangely the past two days?"
"Eh...?"
Confused by what Ohta was talking about, Orihime asked, "What do you mean? Have I been behaving strangely...?"
"Well, we weren't exactly close before this..." said Ohta. "With how you've been behaving, I thought you might have developed a crush on me..."
As if hit by a paralysis spell, Orihime's smiling expression became as fixed as a statue. She didn't even appear to be breathing, and after about ten or so seconds, her remarkably fair complexion started to become noticeably ruddy...
"Oh, so you do..." noted Ohta, adopting a faint smile as he asked, "You do remember what we came here for, right? I'm already in a relationship with Rukia. Though, if I weren't, you'd definitely be up there in terms of girls I'd like to date..."
Though the truth was that he thought of Orihime as a bit of anchor, even after she gained her abilities, Ohta didn't want to crush her spirits just as they were about to enter a battlefield. He had also never seen what she was capable of, so there was a chance she could prove herself useful, so long as she could avoid being kidnapped or cannon-foddered...
Seemingly disregarding the first half of Ohta's statement, Orihime asked, "Really? Do you think I'm pretty...?" with visibly glistening eyes.
"I'm starting to think you're vain," retorted Ohta, adding, "You were the most popular girl in middle school and regarded as one of the top three beauties at our high school in the first month. There aren't many people who don't think you're 'pretty,' and those who do are more likely jealous..."
"I see..." replied Orihime, reaching up to massage the tension out of her cheeks, surprised by how hot they were. What Ohta didn't know was that she had been 'interested' in him since middle school. After all, he was the childhood friend of her best friend, a mysterious and handsome boy who seemed like he had a lot on his mind. She didn't start liking him until very recently, but the interest had always been there...
Earning herself a somewhat incredulous look from Ohta, Orihime asked, "Then, once we've saved Rukia and returned home, can we start spending time together? Not as boyfriend and girlfriend but as...colleagues who support and grow stronger together. I really admire your strength, Ohta-kun. You and Tatsuki-chan have always been amazing. I'm unsure if I can catch up to you, but I'd like to try. Will you...help me?"
Recovering from his brief stupor, Ohta cautioned, "You're dancing on a slippery slope..."
Adopting a narrow-eyed smile, head tilted slightly to the side, Orihime mused, "That's why I'm asking you for help. That way, if I ever slip and can't pull myself up, I'll have someone dependable to lend me a hand. I mean, you're willing to travel to a different world to save the girl you love. Even if we can never be more than friends, I believe you'd come to rescue me if I were ever kidnapped or in trouble..."
"I'd rather not..." replied Ohta.
"But you would come regardless," asserted Orihime, absolutely no traces of doubt within her obsidian eyes. In her mind, Ohta was the type of boy whose actions didn't match his words. Even if he pretended not to care, if someone he knew were in trouble, she was certain he would lend them a hand. No matter how grumpy he appeared while doing it...
"You're really overestimating me..." contended Ohta. However, instead of pressing the matter and insisting Orihime she was wrong, he added, "But, sure. If you ever get kidnapped, I'll come and rescue you. In exchange, if I ever get injured, you'll have to treat me free of charge."
"Why would I charge you...?" asked Orihime, tilting her head even further out of confusion. She never intended to ask for anything in return for her healing and support, so Ohta's words almost sounded silly.
Raising his brows, Ohta remarked, "Even in the Soul Society, those with an affinity for healing are rare and invaluable. I'm not going to tell you how to use your power, but if you run around healing people free of charge, that's what everyone will come to expect. Doctors charge exorbitant sums for a reason. Don't allow yourself to be taken advantage of..."
Giving Ohta the impression he was hitting his head against a brick wall, Orihime's smile brightened as she pointed out, "You're already looking out for me. Ehehehehe~"
Shaking his head, Ohta promptly decided to end the conversation, rising to his feet to see if the manor had anything to eat. Orihime had tea and a plate of milk cookies, but he never had much of a sweet tooth.
"Oh? Are you going on another scouting mission...?" asked Orihime, rising to her feet and following behind Ohta with her hands behind her back as she asked, "Is it okay if I come with you?"
"Just do whatever you want..." replied Ohta.
Giggling in amusement, Orihime left Ohta at a momentary loss for words as she playfully asserted, "If I did that, I'd have to apologize to Rukia for clinging to your arm without her permission..."
Muttering ("This girl...") within his mind, Ohta seriously considered getting the Soul Society's version of plastic surgery. Having a handsome face and muscular body was extremely convenient, but he was starting to believe he was too good-looking. Either that or a certain Auditor had 'cursed' him to have extreme luck with women...
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(A/N: Let's all get together to play Ohta a musical elegy on the world's tiniest instruments...)

"I'm doing it...!" shouted Ichigo, finally forming a stable cannonball after nearly twenty hours of concerted effort.
While Orihime clapped supportively beside him, Ohta remarked, "Wow. And it only took twice as long as we originally intended to stay. It's a new record..."
"Can it," retorted Ichigo, going from happy to annoyed with the ease of flipping a light switch. As he did, visible cracks began appearing on the surface of his spherical barrier, followed by an abrupt implosion that left the orange-haired youth floored, twitching as smoke rose from his body...
"I'm sure that's some kind of record as well..." muttered Ohta, turning to Orihime to say, "Go and make sure he isn't dead."
"Okay~!" replied Orihime, bouncing to her feet and happily running over to carry out Ohta's instruction. During lunch, they had discussed opening up a 'Paranormal Detective Agency' to investigate abnormal occurrences and find lost items. More accurately, Orihime had pitched the idea while Ohta focused on eating, tentatively agreeing to let her become his investigative assistant in a vain attempt to end the conversation early...
"The two of you seem to be getting along rather swimmingly..." remarked Uryu, seated a few meters away.
Completely ignoring the bespectacled Quincy, Ohta watched with mild interest as Orihime's healing barrier caused the slight charring on Ichigo's clothes and body to disappear slowly. The treatment of his injuries wasn't too unusual, but he found it strange she could heal Ichigo's clothes, even if they were made from spirit particles...
"Thanks, Orihime..." said Ichigo, rising to a seated position with furrowed brows and an awkward smile.
"Oh, it's no problem, Ichigo," replied Orihime, clapping her hands together as she exclaimed, "I'm happy to have been of help~!"
Before Ichigo could respond, Ohta called out, instructing, "Oi, Strawberry. Hurry up and produce another shield. If you can hold it, we can blow this popsicle stand."
"Don't tell me what to do!" barked Ichigo. However, after holding Ohta's serious gaze for several seconds, he picked up the Reishukaku and spent a minute or two to produce another barrier. It took a while to start up, but Ohta could see it was more stable than the previous one.
"Looks like you aren't completely hopeless..." remarked Ohta, rising to his feet and declaring, "We're launching at noon. Take a bath, get something to eat, and try to get a few hours of rest. Once we enter the Seireitei, we don't know when we'll have another opportunity to do so."
"And who put you in charge...?" asked Uryu, startling slightly when a deep, masculine voice answered, "I did," prompting everyone to look toward the room's entrance, finding that Yoruichi had appeared, seemingly out of thin air.
"Ohta is the most powerful among you, by far," stated Yoruichi. "He also has the most experience, so you should defer to his judgment when I'm not around. You're free to use your own, but if he's going out of his way to tell you to do something, you can assume it's the correct thing to do."
As Ohta hadn't exactly told them to jump through hoops or smash their faces against a wall, Uryu couldn't refute Yoruichi's words. As for Chad, well, he didn't care who was in charge. He had come to Soul Society to repay a debt, so he would keep moving forward until Rukia was saved or his body could no longer continue.
With no one offering any arguments, not even Ichigo, the group left the training chamber to get some R&amp;R before their departure. Orihime asked Ohta if she could accompany him, but as he was planning to take a bath, he advised her to go and do the same. Fortunately, while Kukaku was a very 'free-spirited' woman, she had enough sense to separate the male and female baths...
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"Alright, I hope you shitstains are ready...! The final countdown begins now!" shouted Kukaku, standing outside the massive fireworks launcher while everyone else huddled within the chamber.
"Listen closely," said Yoruich, sitting atop the Reishukaku everyone had their hands on. "Once we get inside the Seireitei, it's crucial that we stick together. If we 'do' get split up, do your best to avoid direct contact with the enemy. And if you encounter any Captains, just run. Our objective is to rescue Rukia, not to pick a fight with the Soul Society."
Directing her gaze to Ohta, Yoruichi added, "I'll be depending on you to keep everyone together if something goes wrong."
Furrowing his brows, Ohta asserted, "I can ensure you stay together, but I'm splitting from the rest of the group. If we stay together, it will make it easier for the enemy to surround us."
"You can't do that, Ohta-kun!" exclaimed Orihime. However, before she could say anything more, Yoruichi replied, "Very well. I won't stop you. Just remember what we discussed, and don't go on a mindless rampage. The moment you kill a Captain or Lieutenant, this situation becomes a lot harder to salvage..."
"Mr. Yoruichi...!" exclaimed Orihime, unable to believe what she was hearing. In response, the soot-colored cat stared up at her, narrowing her eyes as she asserted, "Ohta-kun's power is far more destructive than you can imagine at your current level, young lady. When surrounded by allies, he cannot exercise his full might, so letting him serve as a distraction will greatly enhance our chances of success."
Shifting her gaze to Ichigo, Yoruichi added, "That means it will be up to us to rescue Rukia. Don't rush off on your own, and if you get separated from the group, seek shelter or hide underground."
"Understood..." responded Ichigo, his expression serious and resolute as he directed his stare at Ohta. He knew the latter was the most 'desperate' to save Rukia, so he believed Ohta was putting his trust in him by serving as a distraction.
Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Ohta stared at the Reishukaku and suggested, "We should probably start channeling our spirit energy before Kukaku sets this thing off..."
"Ohta-kun..." muttered Orihime, feeling somewhat useless and saddened by the reality he planned to fight alone. Unfortunately, she knew everyone else would require her power more, so even though she wanted to go with him, she ultimately hung her head and didn't ask...
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"We're breaking through!" screamed Yoruichi. "Channel as much of your spirit energy into the Reishukaku as possible! If we can't break the barrier, every single one of us will die...!"
Prompted by Yoruichi's words, everyone except Ohta began pumping their spirit energy into the Reishukaku. His priority was linking them together to ensure they wouldn't be separated. Thus, when the Reishukaku exploded moments after piercing the barrier, they remained tethered by an invisible cord while he waved his hand, saying, "Don't die." as he was launched out of the resulting energy vortex.
"Ohta-kun...!" shouted Orihime, extending her hand in his direction like she wanted to chase after him. Due to the invisible cord, however, she couldn't break free from the rest of the group. Chad had also grabbed her arm as an additional precaution, so Orihime had no choice but to remain behind while Ohta hurled toward the ground like a meteor.
Turning away from the energy vortex, Ohta controlled his descent as he thought ("That girl's a clinger...") with a deadpan expression. At the same time, he spread his senses through the area, having mastered picking up spiritual signatures as far as ten kilometers away. His psychic sense was much stronger, but that required leaving an 'imprint' like the ones he left in the bodies of everyone back in the Reishukaku.
Sensing no significant threats, Ohta clicked his tongue in mild frustration, impacting the street below without slowing. The energy of the Reishukaku veiled his body in a protective membrane of golden light, so he barely felt a thing despite his crash generating a large explosion and forming a crater more than five meters across.
Rising from the smoke cloud, Ohta dusted himself off and looked around the area, his ears picking up the distinctive sound of a Japanese 'clapper' alarm echoing throughout the entirety of the Seireitei. Shortly thereafter, the pitter-patter of footsteps drew Ohta's gaze to a group of Shinigami he had sensed long before their arrival.
"You there...!" shouted one of the Shinigami, a somewhat plain-looking man with short black hair and a square face, pointing his Zanpakuto at Ohta as he commanded, "Drop your weapon and get on your knees...!"
"Hard pass," replied Ohta, extending his left hand toward the crowd of thirteen people before slowly lowering it. As he did so, the predominately male group felt like a hydraulic press was pushing down on them from above, forcing them to their knees and cracking the ground beneath them as they tried to resist.
"You're lucky I'm not your 'enemy,'" stated Ohta, supplanting his psychic energy with Reiatsu(Spirit Pressure). According to Yoruichi, his reserves were around the level of a 3rd or 4th Seat, but his overwhelming mental energy made his Reiatsu like an exacto knife. Instead of applying broad pressure over an area, he could focus his Reiatsu to target his opponents' minds directly, incapacitating those with weaker wills in an instant.
Knocking everyone but the Shinigami who had spoken unconscious, Ohta pulled the man toward him with Telekinesis, emulating a certain Sith Lord as he coldly inquired, "What is your class, and what Squad do you belong to...?"
"Spirit...Spirit Class 4," replied the man, clawing in futility at his throat as he croaked, "Squad...Seven...!"
("Hmmm...that should be the Squad commanded by the Demi-human wolfman...") thought Ohta, recalling the information he had compiled on the more important members of the Gotei. Squad 7's Captain, Komamura Sajin, was in the category of individuals 'not' considered to be a member of Aizen's group, so Ohta allowed the purple-faced Shinigami to plummet to the ground, instructing, "Send word to your Captain and the rest of the Gotei. Yamada Ohta has come to reclaim what's his..."
Turning away from the man, Ohta began a slow and casual stroll through the antiquated-looking district. He was playing the part of a distraction, but if he got too serious and started rampaging, it would draw a little too much attention...
("Do not hesitate...") said a voice within Ohta's mind, causing him to stop in place.
("What you seek is within your reach. You need only to extend your hand and grasp it...") added the voice, unmistakably belonging to the shadowy jackal representing Ohta's Zanpakuto.
Drawing the combat knife strapped to his hip, Ohta stared at the near-pitch-black blade, asking, "You realize that if I do that, I endanger the lives of those brats and make things more complicated for myself further down the line, right?"
("It is better to fight for the preservation of your ideals than at the behest of others.") replied the jackal. ("Find the one named Aizen Sosuke and kill him. Then track down the one called Yhwach and extinguish his flame as well. This is the path you desire...")
"What I desire is up in that tower..." muttered Ohta, directing his gaze to the tallest structure in all of Seireitei. Yoruichi had informed him that was the location Rukia was being kept, not to encourage him to go there, but to provide him some peace of mind knowing he 'could.'
("You barely even know her...") remarked the jackal. ("You also know well her 'guilt.' She feels she has forced you into a relationship and fears she has become a shackle on your heart and actions. That's why she permits you to lie with the dark one...")
"It doesn't matter..." replied Ohta, furrowing his brows as he said, "Unless she can hold my gaze and tell me she doesn't love me, I will never let her go..."
("Yet here you are while she remains locked away in a tower...") countered the jackal.
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("Forget it...") said the jackal. ("If this is the path you are determined to walk, I will continue to observe and pray for you to have good fortune in battle. Without my power, you'll need it...")
"We'll see..." replied Ohta, returning the knife to its sheathe before closing his eyes to better focus on his senses. Yoruichi had advised them to avoid clashing with Captains, if at all possible, but he was determined to fight at least one of them to 'prove' he could. The only question was, which would show up first...?
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(A/N: Any opinions on who Ohta should cross paths with? Is it time for Renji to get his teeth in? Maybe a fateful encounter with his brother-in-law? Or, perhaps, and angry kitten? Decisions, decisions...)

With Orihime joining Ichigo, Chad, and Uryu as a show of support, Ohta found himself alone with Yoruichi and Kukaku in what he assumed to be the latter's bedroom, a messy chamber with a futon covering much of the floor, decorated in silken sheets and purple blankets.
After swallowing several large gulps of sake from a gourd, trace amounts trickling from her lips and falling onto her breasts, Kukaku exhaled a loud, exclamatory sigh, expressing, "Man, that hits the spot!"
Sporting a large sake cup, Yoruichi, in her human form, swallowed several large gulps before directing a narrow-eyed, teasing smile at Ohta. He had also been given a cup, so he emptied its contents into his mouth while the two women observed him, curious to see his reaction.
Contrasting the duo's expectations, Ohta finished off his cup without so much as a twitch of the brow, his expression bordering on apathy as he said, "Not bad. But I prefer whiskey."
Exhaling a scoffing chuckle, Kukaku asked, "Are you sure you're just a kid? What kind of fifteen-year-old drinks whiskey?"
"I've always been very mature for my age," replied Ohta, extending his cup toward Yoruichi. She frowned in response but eventually filled it to the brim while Kukaku observed her with raised brows.
"Damn...Yoruichi told me she took you for a ride, but it's starting to look like the opposite is true," remarked Kukaku.
Raising his brows, Ohta was tempted to ask what else Yoruichi had told her when Kukaku caught him a little off guard, asking, "Well, how about it? It's been a while since I had a good fuck." with a wolfish grin.
Causing the buxom woman's brows to twitch slightly, Ohta immediately replied, "Pass..." while waving his hand in front of his face. "If you and the cat had a chat, you should know why I'm here. My dick isn't a bicycle that just anyone can ride..."
Shifting her gaze to Yoruichi, Kukaku remarked, "I can see why you're so frustrated. He's definitely got cheek..."
"Nowhere near much as the two of you..." argued Ohta, alluding to the duo's voluminous asses. He also shifted his gaze between their breasts, adding, "It's a damn shame I'm taken..."
"Keep saying shit like that, and you will be..." retorted Kukaku. She could appreciate Ohta's nerve, but if he kept taking potshots at her dignity, she would need to defend it...
"That's enough..." said Yoruichi, directing her gaze to Ohta as she said, "Now that we're alone, there are some matters we need to discuss. Are you willing to listen, or are you planning to rampage the moment we get inside the Seireitei...?"
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Before responding to Yoruichi, Ohta emptied the contents of his cup into his mouth, exhaling a slightly heated sigh as he asserted, "I've been very patient with you and Kisuke. Tell me what the actual plan is, or I 'will' take matters into my own hands..."
Exhaling a faintly exasperated sigh through her nose, Yoruichi deliberated before asking, "Even if I told you, would you trust what I say? Other than when we experienced Soul Resonance, I don't think you've ever taken my words at face value..."
"Well, you're not exactly trustworthy..." countered Ohta, pointing out, "You admitted you would stab me in the back the moment I became a threat to the Soul Society and the current order..."
Crossing her arms, Yoruichi snapped back, "Yes, but I also told you I was willing to give my life to you in exchange for 'peace.' No matter how prone to violence you are, you should know that antagonizing or endeavoring to destroy the Soul Society is objectively wrong. Countless innocents, both living and deceased, would suffer as a result. In that case, I wouldn't be 'betraying' you. I would be 'saving' them..."
Raising her brows, Kukaku gave Ohta a curious look as she asked, "You're thinking of going to war against the Soul Society? That isn't cheek. That's just dumb."
"I wouldn't destroy the whole of Soul Society," argued Ohta. "I would only hold those responsible for Rukia's death accountable..."
"But that's the thing, though," said Yoruichi. "You know those very people 'aren't' responsible if things go South. It's that bastard Aizen and whoever he has working for him..."
"Maybe..." conceded Ohta, turning to meet Yoruichi's gaze as he added, "But they're only tangentially accountable. Last I checked, Aizen wasn't the one who came up with the idea to use Rukia as bait..."
Furrowing her brows, Yoruichi quietly but firmly asserted, "You didn't even care when you first heard about the plan..."
"The same can be said of you when we first made contact," retorted Ohta. "Yet, here we are..."
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Finding the duo's exchange incredibly amusing, Kukaku smiled cheekily at Yoruichi, teasing, "Damn, he got you..."
"Shut the fuck up, Kukaku..." hissed Yoruichi, baring her pearly white teeth as if she were in her cat form.
"Hey, don't bite my head off," retorted Kukaku. "You're the ones having a lover's quarrel. I'm just enjoying the show."
Punctuating her words, Kukaku began to pack her pipe with an aromatic, dark green, paste-like substance. She and Yoruichi went way, way back, so she wasn't too concerned the buxom cat girl would actually attack her. And, even if she did, Kukaku was confident she could give as good as she received.
"There doesn't need to be a show," asserted Ohta. "Just tell me what the plan is. We already worked out that if Rukia died, you'd basically become my pet from then onward. If we both do our best to prevent that, there's nothing left to discuss..."
Though she was tempted to kick Kukaku in her grinning face, the buxom fireworks expert struggling to contain her laughter after hearing Ohta say she would become his pet, Yoruichi suppressed her annoyance and said, "The plan is simple...once we enter the Seireitei, we'll cause as much of a disturbance as possible before retreating underground. From there, I will contact our 'allies' on the inside while the rest of you rest and recuperate. Once we know the date of Rukia's execution, we will transition to the final stage of our plan, rescuing her and forcing Aizen to expose his hand..."
"And why don't we just kill this Aizen guy outright?" asked Ohta. "Even if he's ridiculously powerful, he won't be able to fight us seriously without exposing himself."
"That would be the worst possible outcome," replied Yoruichi. "You know what kind of power we suspect him to have. If we attack him without the other members of the Gotei 13 present, he could reverse the situation and slink back into the shadows. Only by forcing his hand can we rescue Rukia and severe any enmity they may have toward us. Jump the gun, and even if we 'do' save her, Aizen, his hidden forces, and the whole of Soul Society will be our enemy..."
Extending his right hand toward Yoruichi, Ohta briefly confused her before saying, "Bottle..." in a flat tone. When she eventually handed it to him, he downed nearly half a liter of sake in a single go, no longer in the mood to think...
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"Fuck me..." muttered Ohta, waking to find himself sandwiched between a naked Kukaku and Yoruichi. He was also naked, and if the sensation from his crotch was any indicator, he had probably fucked both women before passing out...
Stirring at Ohta's remark, Kukaku rose to a seated position, covering her mouth to stifle a protracted yawn before adopting a teasing smile as she cheekily replied, "I'm sure I have a strap-on around here somewhere..."
Though he furrowed his brows to his physical limit, Ohta didn't lash out at Kukaku. He wasn't even angry at Yoruichi. Instead, he issued a frustrated groan, placing his hand on his forehead before running his fingers through his hair.
"Eh, don't be too upset," said Kukaku. "Any other man in your position, at least here in the Soul Society, would jump at the chance to get with either of us. The only other person who can claim to have been with both is that bastard Kisuke..."
"Yeah, that sounds about right..." muttered Ohta, his already potent dislike for Kisuke increasing substantially.
Preventing Ohta from succumbing to his reverie, Kukaku abruptly grabbed his dick with her left hand, remarking, "Looks like your friend here still has a bit of pep in him. How about it? One final fuck for posterity? It would be a shame not to have any memories to take with you."
Though he had crossed a line he couldn't backpedal away from or excuse, Ohta shook his head and answered, "Hard pass..." He also believed it was a waste to have fucked two beauties and not have any memories of it, but he regarded that as the punishment for his sin.
Shrugging her shoulders, Kukaku asserted, "You're loss..." before rising to her feet and stretching her body, eliciting a satisfying pop from her lower back. When she was done, she gazed down at Yoruichi, promptly kicking the brown-skinned woman in the ass as she asked, "Who are you trying to fool? Stop pretending and get up you damned cat."
Rising to a seated position, Yoruichi rubbed her ass and glared at Kukaku as if she wanted to bite the latter's head off. Instead, she looked to Ohta, her anger turning to a slightly apologetic look. She didn't regret seducing him, not in the slightest, but she knew she had fucked up...
"Relax..." said Ohta, surprising Yoruichi quite a bit as he added, "This one's on me. But if it happens again..."
Though she was tempted to point out it wouldn't have happened at all if he wasn't into it, Yoruichi preserved her apologetic expression and offered a faint, "Sorry...I just couldn't take it anymore..."
Shaking his head, Ohta said, "Forget it..." before rising to a seated position and scouring for his clothes. This was far from the first time he had gotten black-out drunk and found himself next to a woman he didn't plan to fuck. It 'was' the first time he awoke sandwiched between two of them, but he didn't feel he had accomplished anything...
"Here, take this," said Kukaku, interrupting Ohta's search for his clothes by handing him a black pill roughly the size of a marble.
"It'll help clear your mind and improve your focus," attested Kukaku. "That boy with the orange hair gives me the impression he's bound to fuck things up, but it would suck if the Reishukaku exploded because you had a hangover."
("Whatever...") though Ohta, accepting the dubious pill and tossing it into his mouth. He ordinarily didn't accept drugs offered to him by people he barely knew, but he could use something to take the edge off and get his mind in gear...
Contrasting Ohta's expectations, the pill seemed to vaporize and spread throughout his body the moment he swallowed it. Instead of making him feel high or kicking in like a booster, it made him feel refreshed, like a cold glass of water after a hard workout.
"That help?" asked Kukaku, raising her brows and tilting her head slightly.
"It did..." replied Ohta, rising to his feet and stretching his body while Kukaku continued to observe him. There was about a 10cm difference in their heights, so she had to tilt her head slightly, looking up at him as she abruptly stated, "Yoruichi told me you were a man who repays his debts. Consider earlier today and that pill an advance payment for returning my brother to me..."
Even more abrupt than her words, Kukaku stepped into Ohta's personal space, his still-erect dick slipping between the folds of her pussy and nestling between her legs as she pressed her breasts against him and asserted, "Bring him back safely, and if you're up for it, I'll give you a far greater reward. Refuse that, and I'll owe you a favor..."
"You care about your brother..." remarked Ohta, pretending as though he couldn't feel Kukaku's heart beating via the pulsing of her pussy.
"He's the only family I have left..." replied Kukaku. She knew that wasn't entirely the case, as Ichigo was actually a tangential descendent of the defunct Shiba Clan, but she had personally raised Ganju in place of their mother. She didn't regard him as her child, but their bond was far greater than simple siblings...
"I don't like making promises..." said Ohta, habitually placing his hands on but keeping them there even after he realized what he had done. "But if I can prevent it, I won't let anything happen to your brother..."
Though she exhaled a scoff, Kukaku reciprocated Ohta's 'embrace' and said, "I guess that'll have to do..." in a flat tone. Meanwhile, off to the side, Yoruichi observed them with a half-lidded gaze, making a mental note to give Kukaku a good beating in the future...
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(A/N: Those of you who expect Ohta to be a perfect Gary Stu that never fucks up or makes mistakes are in for a rude awakening (O 3 O)...)

Chapter 41: Beauteous Bombshell