Not a Mob: Psycho

Though he couldn't be bothered to explain in detail what happened during his time in Soul Society, Ohta did provide a general overview of what had transpired for Karin's benefit.
"So, basically, you beat up a bunch of 'Death Gods,' saved your woman, and returned home without any real consequences? That's...pretty cool..." remarked Karin, seated with her feet together atop Ohta's bed, observing him pack.
"Well, I 'am' a badass..." remarked Ohta, sparing his would-be apprentice a glance as he asserted, "And you can be too, so long as you don't give up halfway. The surly strawberry has already become decently powerful, and it hasn't even been that long since he started training."
"Ichi-nii...?" asked Karin, instantly correlating the words 'surly strawberry' with her brother.
"Yeah," replied Ohta. "He managed to pick up a technique even the most powerful Shinigami supposedly take a hundred years to master. Though, seeing how some of those bastards are super weak despite being ancient, I can't imagine them actively training."
"Maybe," admitted Karin, adopting a fairly cheeky smile as she added, "Or maybe you and Ichi-nii are just too strong."
"There's no such thing as 'too strong' when it comes to guaranteeing your way of life and protecting those you care about," contended Ohta, vesting the grinning tomboy a smidge of wisdom and shouldering a total of seven duffel bags.
Understanding that Ohta was about to leave, Karin's mood diminished as she questioned, "Are you really planning to carry those things out in broad daylight? Why not wait for nightfall...?"
"Because I have better uses for my time than sitting here chatting with you, boku," teased Ohta, hoisting two final duffel bags before turning to depart. Karin was a little annoyed with his parting words, but instead of trying to stop him, she sat atop his bed, staring in the direction he had departed for three full minutes before exhaling a defeated sigh...
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As they didn't know when Aizen would attack, Ohta, Rukia, and Orihime didn't spend every waking moment of every day lazing about or having sex. Instead, while Rukia taught Orihime the basics of Kido and Zanjutsu in preparation for becoming a Shinigami, Ohta spent between six and ten hours a day meditating, training to hone his focus and shift into his Kūsho state as quickly as possible.
"I am...immovable..." muttered Ohta, exhaling a stagnant breath that caused the surrounding space to 'bulge' outward, inverting when he took in another and added, "All things revolve around me..." in a state of deep focus. Mental imaging and belief in oneself were critical when developing and mastering psychic powers, but Ohta was taking things a step further by creating 'mantas' to stir his power quicker, similar to the chants used in Kido.
In response to Ohta's manta, a sphere of brackish purple energy formed around his body, persisting for several seconds until he canceled it of his own accord, repeating, "I am immovable..." and he replicating the same results over, and over, and over again, determined to be able to trigger the state instinctively in the future...
Waiting for Ohta to finish his training, Rukia, followed closely by Orihime, almost as if the latter had become her lady-in-waiting, approached with a canteen, presenting it with a smile as she said, "Good work today."
Downing nearly the entire contents of the canteen in a single go, Ohta exhaled a refreshed sigh before adopting a smile of his own and saying, "Thanks. How did your girls' training go...?"
"It went well," assured Rukia, shifting her gaze to Orihime, prompting the bubbly ginger to raise her fists excitedly and exclaim, "I managed to use all the way up Bakudo #16 today~!"
"Hooooo...not bad..." muttered Ohta, making a come hither gesture so he could pat the grinning girl's head. Positive reinforcement was good for mental and spiritual development, but too much could make the recipient dependent on it to make progress. 'Balance' was key, so while his words were generally dismissive or casual, Ohta ensured Orihime felt gratified in other ways.
After permitting Orihime a few seconds of Ohta's undivided attention, Rukia revealed, "We just received word from the Urahara Shoten. The Gigai we ordered are ready, but he'd like us to test a new product he's been working on. They're on their way as we speak..."
Furrowing his brows, Ohta questioned, "What kind of product?" He was tempted to say they weren't Urahara's test subjects, but the sad reality was that most of their clothes and equipment came from the damnable candy store uncle.
Adopting a frown of her own, for obvious reasons, Rukia replied, "He said it uses spirit particle conversion to allow the user to transition between a physical and spiritual form without the need for a Gikon."
Blinking in surprise, Ohta asked, "Seriously...?" before shifting his gaze to Orihime. She tilted her head to the side as he did but quickly understood the reason for Ohta's surprise when he pointed out, "It's that thing that allowed you, Chad, and Uryu to transform your physical bodies into spirit form. If it actually works...that would be extremely convenient..."
"Oh, wow!" exclaimed Orihime. "Does that mean I can become invisible whenever I want...!?"
"Among other things..." replied Ohta, shifting his gaze back to Rukia as he asked, "Did he say what he wants for them?"
Shaking her head, Rukia momentarily closed her eyes, calmly revealing, "They were arranged for by Yoruichi-sama. She also sends you a message from the Soul Society. Would you like to hear it...?"
Though he was tempted to say no, Ohta replied, "Hit me..." with a slight frown.
Exhaling a faint sigh through her nose, Rukia opened her eyes and said, "She said, and I quote, "Just accept them. This way, you won't have to worry about your Gikon running wild or your Gigai falling into the wrong hands." End quote."
As he hadn't been looking forward to another version of himself walking around, substituting him in various situations, Ohta was secretly relieved by this development. However, Rukia's behavior was a little unusual, so he didn't insist they accept them. Instead, he asked, "Do you not want to be further indebted to Yoruichi...?"
Blinking in surprise, Rukia offered a confused "Huh...?" before shaking her head and explaining, "I've already accepted that Yoruichi-sama will be an 'inescapable' element in our lives for the foreseeable future. My...vexation has nothing to do with her..."
"Want to talk about it...?" asked Ohta, prompting Rukia to shake her head a second time, asserting, "No, it isn't anything worth discussing. Rather, if it never comes up in the future, that would probably be for the best..."
As the thing concerning her was the disappearance of her original Gigai, Rukie 'couldn't' discuss it with Ohta. If he knew there was a carbon copy of her floating around, potentially concealed in someone's closet or being piloted by an artificial soul, it would definitely bother him. It, sure as Hell was real, bothered her. If for no reason other than the fact, should Ohta find out about its existence and disappearance, he would 'definitely' hold those responsible accountable...
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While Tessai and several members of the Onmitsukidō unloaded large shipping crates from the back of a moving truck, Ohta read over the long list of items Kisuke was having him sign for. Yoruichi hadn't just footed the bill for the Gigai, but several other things, most notably a bunch of seeds belonging to plants that typically only grew in the Soul Society.
Preempting Ohta's questions, Kisuke fanned himself with his bamboo fan as he casually explained, "They're plants that are nourished by Reiryoku and, as a result, release trace amounts of it once they mature. Plant a few of these bad boys in your garden, and you'll always feel refreshed and full of vitality. Periodically mix some into your tea or grind them into a medical paste, and they can indefinitely extend the lifespan of a human."
Raising his brows, Ohta remarked, "Sounds like some Chinese cultivation shit..."
Exhaling a light chuckle, Kisuke mused, "You're not wrong. Until just a few thousand years ago, and for thousands before that, China was one of the regions that Soul Society had a strong influence over. Back then, humans weren't the only species occupying the planet, and the boundary between the Spiritual and Physical World was much easier to cross. Unfortunately, as you can imagine, certain people weren't satisfied with being ruled over by the 'Heavens.' There was a major push to oust all spiritual entities from the Physical World, eventually resulting in a massacre that saw most non-human races slaughtered or forced into hiding."
"Sounds about right..." muttered Ohta, frowning deeply. China was the principal instigator of the Third World War, gradually encroaching on the territorial waters of other nations in the 'South China Sea' until they had no choice but to defend themselves. After that, all hell broke loose as the Communist Superpower accused virtually every other country of violating their sovereignty, using it as an excuse to incite a war that left more than half the world's population in shallow, unmarked graves...
Noticing Ohta's serious expression and sudden loss of focus, Kisuke's usual smile faded as he asked, "You okay...?" in an ostensibly concerned tone.
"I'm fine," responded Ohta, signing the inventory list and handing the clipboard it was attached to back to Kisuke as he added, "But, even if I wasn't, it's none of your business..."
Regaining his smile, Kisuke mused, "Speaking of which, it was a pleasure doing business with you and the Shihouin Clan, Mr. Yamada. You take care now~."
Finished with his farewells, Kisuke turned around, waving the clipboard as he casually departed. Ohta also had no reason to stick around, so instead of watching the hat-and-clogs-wearing creeper walk off, climbing into the moving truck he had arrived in, he turned around and went inside to check out his new Gigai...
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[September 1st, 2001]
With Summer Break ending, giving way to a new school semester, Ohta rode with Rukia and Orihime to their first day, sandwiched between the two girls as they rode in the back of a 2001 Toyoda Century, chauffered by the purple-haired Ayame.
"What will you be doing while we're at school?" asked Rukia, tracing her thumb over Ohta's as they sat hand-in-hand.
"I'll either be training, sketching, or managing my stock portfolio..." replied Ohta, hesitating for a moment before asking, "What about the two of you? are you sure this is the best use of your time...?"
Squeezing Ohta's hand, Rukia mused, "It might not be the 'most efficient' use, but experiences like this have their value..."
Nodding her head, Orihime happily chimed, "Rukia's right! It might be boring sometimes, but school is the best place to meet and make new friends~!"
"You're not wrong..." conceded Ohta. However, as he had no intention of returning to school, he preceded the duo's invitation by stating, "I might consider giving it a second go a few hundred years from now. For now, I want to focus on getting stronger. Besides, as it stands, I have more than enough companionship..."
Raising his hands, each holding one of theirs, Ohta earned smiles from Rukia and Orihime. Sixteen days of cohabitation had brought the three of them much closer. Ohta still had no intention of settling down with more than one woman, even if it was a common practice in the Soul Society, but he had gradually opened the idea that Orihime would be with them for the long haul. She had even proposed becoming Rukia's attendant, so the odds of them shaking her off became increasingly slim with each passing day...
With the car stopping at the school's front entrance, Ohta shared a kiss with Rukia, planting another on Orihime's forehead before watching the duo disembark, his eyes naturally gravitating toward their asses and the tantalizing gap between the hem of their skirts and stockings. Then, as the pair passed through the front gate, stopping to take one final look in his direction, smiling and waving as they did so, Ohta narrowed his eyes and returned a smile of his own as he thought, ("You are so fucking dead, Aizen...")
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(A/N: To live and die for a smile...)

After seeing the girls off at school, Ohta returned to the hotel, making use of the well-equipped gym for a solid six-hour workout before rinsing off in the shower and heading to the steam room to relax and exfoliate.
Stepping into the steamy chamber, Ohta briefly tensed when he noticed someone was already inside. However, when he saw who it was, his face formed a half-lidded expression as he asked, "Are you back, or is this just a social visit..?"
Returning a smile, Yoruichi, sitting on the lowest bench in the steam room with her legs spread and voluptuous body on full display, replied, "A little bit of both. The old fogeys back at the clan compound are being a pain in the ass, so I came to check your progress and blow off some steam."
In response to Yoruichi's words, Ohta raised his right fist, opening it to reveal a tiny black sphere that instantly sucked up nearly all the steam in the room. Even the sweat and condensation from Yoruichi's body were drawn into it, but her tantalizingly brown still appeared to glisten as she stared back at him with narrowed eyes.
"Not bad," mused the dark-skinned woman, drawing her feet up onto the bench to sit with her heels together as she teased, "But that isn't exactly the progress I came to check. How are things going with Rukia and your big-tittied pocket healer...?"
Crushing the black sphere in his palm, Ohta quipped, "You say that as if the Onmitsukidō haven't been reporting every detail of our relationship to you..."
Raising her brows, Yoruichi asked, "Should I recall them? You might not trust them, but they're a lot more trustworthy than anyone you'd be able to find on short notice."
Shaking his head, Ohta said, "Forget it..." before making his way over and sitting next to the grinning succubus, placing his arm around her shoulder and permitting her to nestle closer to him. She attempted to grab his junk as she did, but Ohta stopped her with a light swat, saying, "I came here to relax..."
Though she turned her eyes up at him with feigned annoyance, Yoruichi didn't make a second go at Ohta's dick. Instead, she eased into his hold, resting her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes as she remarked, "I can wait..." a clear reference to her past remark about 'claiming' him in the near-to-distant future.
Exhaling through his nose, Ohta was half-tempted to say she could go as well, but unless he deliberately antagonized her and told her to leave him the fuck alone, he doubted Yoruichi would take him seriously. He also felt comfortable when she was around, so unless she stabbed him in the back or purposely harmed someone close to him, he didn't feel like 'making' her go...
Interrupting a twenty-three-minute silence, Yoruichi playfully commented, "You should prepare yourself the next time you're alone with Soifon. There is a non-negligible chance she'll attack and bite you..."
Furrowing his brows, Ohta asked, "What did you say to her...?"
"I told her you had a piece of my soul embedded within your own," said Yoruichi. "As such, I told her I expect her to treat you the same way she treats me. But don't worry. She might react reluctant and hostile on the outside, but the moment you push her down, she'll immediately become docile..."
"Sounds like someone else I know..." remarked Ohta, staring at Yoruichi from the corner of his eye. She could be exceptionally aggressive when allowed to lead, but she became meek and borderline submissive while on the receiving end. Especially if he was forceful and managed to get a grip on her ponytail...
Narrowing her eyes, Yoruichi was tempted to demonstrate that she wasn't so easily cowed but restrained herself. She didn't think Ohta had forgiven her for what transpired at Kukaku's, so she didn't want to provoke him too much.
Abruptly changing topics, Yoruichi's expression became serious as she said, "Aizen has started to move a lot sooner than we were expecting. In preparation, the Soul Society is preparing to send an advanced squadron to the human world..."
"And let me guess, they reached out to you to ask if they could stay here, right?" asked Ohta.
"On a positive note, they're offering you a Captain's wage and substantial remunerations for each room you lease out," replied Yoruichi. "The biggest downside is that this place would temporarily become the Gotei's Forward Operating Base in the human world. When Aizen's forces attack, this hotel will be one of their primary targets."
"I would be very surprised if it weren't..." replied Ohta. "But here's what I don't understand. We have at least some idea of where Aizen is located, right? Why doesn't Yamamoto lead a strike team into Hueco Mundo? Even if he can't cook Aizen directly, he should be able to reduce their numbers and deal a fuckton of damage to the enemy base..."
"That would certainly make things easier..." admitted Yoruichi. "However, because of the Quincy's invasion a thousand years ago, Yamamoto took on a pseudo-non-interference policy to conserve his strength and allow his allies a chance to grow. Unless the other Captains of the Gotei have been defeated or killed, he won't take proactive action. The same can be said for the Four Great Noble Families..."
"Then, why don't I go?" proposed Ohta. "I might not be able to produce flames as hot as the sun, but if I go all out, I should be able to devastate their forces easily. If not, well, we're fucked..."
Adopting a faint smile, Yoruichi remarked, "After seeing what you did to the Sokyoku Hill, I have no doubt you could inflict considerable damage to Aizen's base and forces. The problem with that, beyond the fact you would most certainly die, is that the enemy would retaliate and launch a counter-offensive on the human world."
"Then, what's the plan?" asked Ohta, furrowing his brows at the notion of, once again, leaving things to 'Kisuke.'
Catching Ohta a little off guard, Yoruichi revealed, "The 12th Division is preparing a 1:1 scale replica of Karakura Town. Once it's ready, they will bait Aizen using the exact method of launching an offensive against his base and forces. If you want to volunteer as part of the attack squadron, that can definitely be arranged."
Shaking his head, Ohta grumbled, "Whatever...just tell me what I need to do once the time comes. Talking about shit and strategizing aren't really my things..."
Rolling her eyes, Yoruichi retorted, "So you say. Yet, if we don't reveal our plans and talk things out, you'll be butthurt about being kept in the dark..."
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Looking down at the purple-haired woman, Ohta was tempted to 'warn' her, but Yoruichi responded to his intense stare with a dauntless smile. She wasn't even remotely afraid of him, not because he lacked the power to harm or kill her, but because she knew he wouldn't do so without some form of justification or benefit to be had.
Rising to her feet, Yoruichi positioned herself in front of Ohta with her back to him, spreading her legs a little more than shoulder width apart before abruptly bending down to touch the floor.
"What are you doing...?" asked Ohta, staring at Yoruichi through her legs as he did his best not to gawk at the voluminous ass and glistening pussy right in front of him.
"Oh, me? I'm just stretching..." replied Yoruichi, narrowing her golden eyes seductively as she asked, "Would you like to help? I've been having some trouble stretching a certain muscle group, specifically this one..."
Reaching up with her left hand, Yoruichi parted her flawless slit to reveal picturesque pussy folds and a seemingly untouched entrance pulsating in tune with the beating of her heart.
Though his eyes were inextricably drawn to the sight, his throat tensing to the point he almost felt compelled to swallow, Ohta stated, "I said once a month and told you to get permission from Rukia first..."
"Today is the 1st, and I already did," retorted Yoruichi, narrowing her eyes as she teasingly challenged, "Did you think I would come unprepared? If you don't believe me, I'm willing to wager all our future interactions on the premise I'm speaking the truth..."
As he could easily imagine Yoruichi strolling into the school in her cat form to request Rukia's permission, Ohta closed his eyes and exhaled a tired sigh. At the same time, however, he sat up, placing his hands on Yoruichi's ass and grasping it firmly as he asserted, "You really know how to piss me off..." before pulling her toward him, lowering her onto his awaiting, almost painfully erect cock...
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With Yoruichi warning him of an impending attack, Ohta felt restless once night fell, staring out the window of his penthouse in a bathrobe, a listless look on his face. He doubted an attack would occur that very evening, but he had a growing urge to go out, patrol, or do 'something'...
As it had been a while since Ohta left their bedroom, Rukia came looking for him, similarly garbed in a bathrobe. When she noticed him standing at the window, she strolled over with a curious and slightly concerned look, staring up at him and asking, "Is everything okay?" once she reached his side.
Though he would ordinarily turn to meet Rukia's gaze, Ohta extended his hand, placing it against the cool surface of the glass as he continued to stare forward, a faint red glow emanating from his eyes as he said, "The enemy is out there, preparing an attack that could destabilize this world, uprooting its very foundation. I know it's better to wait and prepare, but I can't help feeling I should take the fight to them..."
"I see..." replied Rukia, extending her hand to mirror Ohta's actions. She didn't know what purpose it served, but it felt like the right thing to do at the moment.
Earning Ohta's attention, Rukia softly remarked, "Well, if you go, be sure to take me with you. Before you rescued me, my brother told me that from the moment we decided to love one another, our lives were no longer our own. Afterward, he told me to cherish the time we have and live every day as though it might be our last. Because a day 'will' come when we have no choice but to part. If we're not walking together at that time, the one who lives on will walk alone from then onward..."
"It sounds like he's been through some shit..." replied Ohta, the image of Byakuya appearing in his mind. The man seemed like an uptight prick at a glance, but you didn't go against your family's wishes, marry a commoner, and then adopt her younger sister in honor of her last request if you were a genuinely cold, uncaring bastard.
Grabbing and pulling Ohta's sleeve, compelling him to turn and face her, Rukia ushered an abrupt end to the conversation by standing on the tips of her toes to kiss him. Actions often spoke louder than words, so instead of allowing Ohta to stare out a window, brooding over a city he didn't truly care about, Rukia forced him to focus on her.
Though he was surprised by Rukia's actions, that didn't stop Ohta from habitually grabbing and lifting her up by her ass cheeks, allowing her to link her legs around his waist and making it much easier for them to kiss. He would doubtlessly feel the urge to do something about Aizen and his plans the moment things calmed down, but for this brief moment in time, the only thing he cared about was the woman in his arms...
Emerging from the bedroom in one of Ohta's button-up shirts and a pair of lace panties, Orihime scratched her belly with her left hand, covered her mouth with her right to stifle an adorable yawn before asking, "What's going on...?" in a half-asleep tone. Her arrival caused Ohta to feel slightly exasperated, but he didn't get upset. Instead, he said, "Go back to bed. We'll be there shortly..."
"Okaaaaay~" responded Orihime, turning around and retreating through the door she had just emerged. She hadn't even noticed that Rukia was clinging to Ohta like a koala, so she returned to their bed, curled up in her usual spot, and immediately dozed off...
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(A/N: Ohta be like, "All of Hueco Mundo shall know pain...")

"Mnnn...hnnn...haaaa..."
("This is a hell of a way to start a day...") thought Ohta, observing with half-lidded eyes as Orihime rocked her hips atop him, doing her best to keep her voice down since she was afraid of being overheard.
While he enjoyed the sensation more than a little, Ohta did his best to appear calm as he gave Orihime's left ass cheek a light smack, stating, "I'm about to cum. You're not in spirit form anymore, so don't do anything stupid..."
Though she nodded her head, bit her lip, and responded with a moaning, "Mmhmmmn~," Orihime made no effort to dismount Ohta's cock. Instead, she sat snuggly against him, his glans poking against her deepest area as she rolled her hips from front to back, palms on his stomach and clutching his sides.
"Oi..." muttered Ohta, furrowing his brows and smacking Orihime's ass with increasing intensity until she dismounted him at the last moment, promptly scooting backward before bending forward and devouring his cock in a single go, catching his semen in her throat and swallowing it in several audible gulps.
Placing his hand on Orihime's head, Ohta remarked, "Cutting it awfully close there..."
As her mouth was preoccupied, Orihime responded with a nasally "Nn..." while stimulating his glans with the back of her tongue and pulling away slowly, leaving no traces of semen on or within Ohta's cock. Then, after finally releasing it with the usual 'pop,' she adopted a wry smile and said, "Sorry, Ohta-kun...I was 'really' close to something amazing..."
"Then what are you waiting for?" asked Ohta, gesturing toward his cock as he added, "I've got nowhere to be."
Perking up immediately, Orihime waisted no time in squatting over Ohta, skillfully positioning the tip of his dick at her entrance before lowering her hips with closed eyes, a satisfied "Mmmnnnnnnnnn~" emanating from her throat. Around the same time, Rukia entered the oversized bedroom in a silk gown, holding and eating from a bowl of cereal as she asked, "Is this what we're doing all day...?"
Startling slightly at the sudden question, Orihime looked like she wanted to respond, but Ohta smacked her ass, saying, "First things first. Let's get you topped off."
Smiling embarrassedly, Orihime began moving her hips while Ohta looked over to Rukia, saying, "That's up to you, monkeybun. All I had in mind for today was looking around and heading to our old apartment to grab a few things."
Nodding her head, Rukia meandered over, sitting on the edge of the bed and observing Orihime as she remarked, "That's a good idea. I should be receiving a new Gigai soon, so I'd like to pick up my clothes."
"Speaking of which..." muttered Ohta, a slight frown marring his face as he asked, "Whatever happened to your old Gigai...?"
"I'd rather not say because I honestly don't want to think about it," replied Rukia, adopting a frown of her own. The eccentricities of Squad 12 and the members of the Shinigami Research and Development Institute were known throughout the Seireitei. There had been several instances where the discarded or recycled Gigai of famous or popular female members of the Gotei were 'circulated' among the depraved group of scientists. With her Gigai being specially developed by Kisuke, meaning it was a far higher quality than ordinary, functionally identical to a living human, Rukia didn't want to imagine what uses the notorious group of degenerates had found for it...
Fortunately for the members of Squad 12, Rukia didn't elaborate. If she had, Soul Society would be forced to undergo some 'restructuring' after &nbsp;Ohta obliterated the entire group. He might not care what people do with his old, discarded body, but if someone were to have a near-exact replica of his future wife, treating it as a plaything, he would peel their skin away while they were still alive...
Changing the topic, or at least guiding it in a different direction, Rukia said, "Speaking of which, you should consider acquiring a Gigia yourself. Staying in spirit form all the time has its perks, but I'd like us to be able to go out, watch movies, and walk hand-in-hand without it looking like I'm a crazy person."
"Wouldn't that-" started Ohta, interrupted mid-sentence by Orihime's pussy clamping down on him like a vice, her body trembling as a large volume of love juices expelled from her insides, wetting both his crotch and the bed below.
"Eheee....hehe....heeeee...."
Staring up in a daze, Orihime had a somewhat silly smile as a peculiar, passion-tinged laugh emanated from her throat. In response, Ohta rose to a seated position, allowing her to embrace him while he returned his gaze to Rukia, asking, "Wouldn't that complicate things if someone from school were to see us? Weren't you planning to return after the break...?"
Though she no longer needed to be near Ichigo, Rukia 'wanted' to return to school. She had made a lot of friends there, so she wanted to continue attending, at least until her duties no longer permitted it.
Adopting a serious expression, Rukia contended, "We can say you're the other Ohta's long-lost twin. The two of you should look at least marginally different from one another, as you have none of his scars. I can tell them we met over Summer Break, and if they ask why you don't attend school, we can tell them you graduated prematurely. Should the need arise, you can-"
Exhaling a disbelieving chuckle, Ohta interrupted Rukia's long-winded diatribe, remarking, "It's clear you've put a lot of thought into this. Since that's the case, I have no reason to refuse."
"That's wonderful...!" exclaimed Orihime, causing Ohta to wince as she had effectively screamed into his ear.
Before Ohta could chastise the bubbly ginger, Orihime began to bounce excitedly, 'inadvertently' stimulating his cock as she asked, "Can I have a Gigai as well? The truth is, I've been thinking about becoming a Shinigami ever since I found out you became one, Ohta-kun. Also, if I could become invisible whenever I wanted, we could have sneaky fun, and I'd be able to use my power without people realizing it...!"
Answering in Ohta's stead, Rukia perked up and remarked, "That's not a terrible idea. Even the Captain of Squad 4, Unohana Retsu, praised your aptitude for healing Kaido. If you refine your abilities, you could become a future Lieutenant or Captain in the same Division."
Though Rukia's suggestion and Orihime's determination implied that he would be stuck with the bubbly ginger much longer than anticipated, Ohta saw no reason to protest, stating, "I already jumped off the deep end, so I can't exactly tell others not to. You're free to choose whatever path you want. Just be sure you're doing it for 'yourself,' not others..."
Adopting a radiant smile, Orihime 'really' wanted to kiss Ohta, but it was one of the things he had prohibited. She could kiss and leave hickeys on his neck, and he would readily reciprocate, but the only person who could claim his lips with their own was Rukia.
"It's what I want..." assured Orihime, gazing into Ohta's eyes with her arms linked around his back and shoulders. Rukia noticed how 'serious' her look was, but instead of chastizing her or telling her to stop, she said, "The issue is that transferring Shinigami powers to a human is still very much forbidden. Yoruichi and I were given pardons due to the extenuating circumstances, but if we were to transfer our power again, we'd invariably be held accountable..."
With Rukia staring directly at him, Ohta raised his brows, asking, "Are you suggesting that I be the one to do it...?"
Though she was secretly a little trepidatious about becoming a Shinigami, Orihime's excitement far outweighed her concerns when she heard Ohta's words, her eyes practically lighting up as she replied, "Yes, please...!"
Providing an argument she 'knew' would convince Ohta, Rukia promptly pointed out, "It would be a good way to repay the life debt you owe her. Then, if you ever become a Captain, she can become your Lieutenant and heal you if you're ever injured."
"Ah..."
Realizing why Rukia was so dead set on intertwining Orihime into their relationship, a self-deprecating smile developed across Ohta's face as he exhaled a faintly exasperated sigh through his nose. She was clearly worried that he would do something reckless and sustain a fatal injury, one conventional healing methods wouldn't be able to treat. With Orihime nearby, so long as he had even a single breath left within him, her cheat-like ability should be able to heal him...
Nodding her head without needing to ask why Ohta had sighed, Rukia asserted, "During my time in the Senzaikyū, I came to understand true regret. As the future grows more uncertain with each passing day, we should make every effort to improve ourselves and enjoy life. That way, even if our path should come to an abrupt end, we'll not regret the time we spent together, only that we didn't have more..."
Emphasizing her point, Rukia discarded her half-finished bowl of cereal, allowing its contents to crash and spill onto the ground as she pulled the silk fastener around her lithe and athletic frame. She didn't mind sharing if she believed the women Ohta slept with benefitted him somehow, but he was still her man. Thus, while she felt sorry for Orihime, she said, "It's my turn..." in a firm tone that left no room for discussion...
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After spending a few hours familiarizing himself with his new home, Ohta instructed Rukia and Orihime to get some rest while he made his way over to his old apartment. Before stepping inside, however, his brows furrowed as he sensed a familiar presence inside.
Phasing through his front door, Ohta was unsurprised to find Karin lying on his old bed, nibbling on pocky as her eyes scanned the pages of one of Rukia's romance novels.
Startling the distracted tomboy considerably, compelling her to leap up and stand atop his bed in a combat posture, Ohta asked, "What are you doing here...?" in a neutral tone.
Realizing who the voice belonged to, Karin dropped her fists, exhaling a sigh of relief before adopting an annoyed expression as she said, "I know this is your place, but you should have knocked. You just about gave me a heart attack..."
"That...doesn't answer my question...?" remarked Ohta, his statement changing to a question as he noticed the condition of his room. Rather than looking like a place that had been abandoned for well over a week, going on two, it gave the impression that it had never ceased being used. The 'atmosphere' had changed, and Ohta noticed the laundry hamper was half-filled with female clothing...
Staring at the nervous-looking tomboy with a half-lidded deadpan, Ohta asked, "Have you been living here?" before frowning deeply as he added, "Don't tell me you ran away..."
Turning to meet Ohta's gaze, Karin's nervousness gave way to confusion as she asked, "Huh? The whole reason I decided to become stronger was to protect my family. Why would I run away...?"
"Then answer my question," countered Ohta, not allowing Karin to change the subject.
Rubbing the right side of her head, Karin appeared reluctant, furrowing her brows and avoiding Ohta's gaze, but she eventually replied, "It's just more comfortable, okay? Yuzu has been super depressed since Ichi-nii went on his 'vacation,' and even dad has been acting strangely. Since you weren't using it, I figured I could come here to decompress..."
Though he was tempted to ask why she didn't use the apartment he had lent her, Ohta ultimately just shook his head. He didn't appreciate it when people used his shit without permission, but there was no use crying over spilled milk. He could also understand why Karin felt more comfortable in his room than her own, as, despite enduring quite a bit of 'suffering' within the confined space, it was always invariably followed by a feeling of relief and accomplishment. In other words, the tiny apartment had become her 'happy place.'
Staring at Ohta from the corner of her eye, Karin asked, "You're not mad?" in a standoffish but hopeful tone.
Shaking his head a second time, Ohta replied, "It is what it is. Besides, it's not like I can undo the fact you've been treating this place like your own. I can even give it to you if you want. It's paid out until April 1st of next year, so you can do whatever you want with it after I move into my new place."
Though she initially expressed relief when she realized Ohta wasn't angry with her, Karin's frown returned with a vengeance when she heard he was moving, asking, "Where are you moving? Is it the Soul Society...?"
"It's a little place called Nunya," replied Ohta. However, as Karin could make an excellent addition to his organization, he added, "Ask me again once you're a high school student. I might be able to hook you up with a part-time job."
"Come oooon..." said Karin, adopting an uncharacteristically spoiled tone. Then, with the same resolve she showed during her training, she argued, "If it's within the city or somewhere close, I can come over and continue our training. You couldn't have taught me all the 'basics' you promised in just three weeks..."
"You heard me the first time," replied Ohta, adopting a serious expression of his own as he said, "Keep testing the waters carelessly, and you could drown in them..."
Crossing her arms, Karin exhaled a huffy snort but didn't attempt to press further. She suspected Ohta didn't want her over because he was sharing a place with his girlfriend. Karin was interested in meeting her, as Rukia's height and physique weren't much different from her own, but, at least for the time being, she would mind her own business...
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(A/N: Ohta is a magnet for willful women/girls O_O. Also, daily reminder that this is NOT a harem novel...)

Chapter 57: Things Worth Fighting For