Next Morning, Squad 1 Barracks.
"I may not approve of your attack on the Seireitei but I thank you for your assistance with us during Aizen's betrayal." Yamamoto stated firmly, sitting in his large chair with eyed half closed.
Haruto, Naruko, Chad, Orihime, Uryu and Ichigo were standing in the Head Captain's office early in the morning, ready to depart back to their normal lives, with the two students of the Head Captain, Shunsui and Jushiro present as well.
The Seireitei had been kind enough to let them rest for the night, not that they had needed that kindness since Haruto had practically forced the young captain of Squad 10 to give them residence for the night. That meeting had been hilarious to say the least, well it was funny to Haruto, Naruko and Rangiku anyway.
Toshiro on the other hand had been ready to follow Aizen's example and commit treason just to escape their merciless teasing.
Flashback
Haruto and Naruko along with Rangiku and the rest of the team were walking towards the Barracks of Squad 10. Rangiku had offered to let them stay there, because as she had put it "she was not about to let her big sister and old coot sleep out in the open".
That particular comment had instigated another round of bickering from the two blonds. Naruko was tempted to advise them to get laid, but held that comment to herself since if anyone needed that kind of attention, it was her dammit.
She hadn't had any since they entered the Soul Society! The quickie in the Precipice world, the one time in Kukaku's house, the animalistic rutting in West Rukon, the sweaty and steamy one in the Dairiesho Archives, the pleasurable one in the Central 46 meeting chamber didn't count!
Those rutting had only served to increase the fires of her lust to dangerous levels! If she didn't receive any attention within 24 hours, well… let's just say the world would have to do without Haruto for a few weeks!
They reached the inside of the Barracks and walked towards the general direction of the Captain's office. Rangiku provided the rest of the team with rooms and other necessities for the night and walked away with Haruto and Naruko. She reached the office and knocked on the door a few times before entering followed by the two blonds.
Hitsugaya Toshiro was sitting in his chair with bandages wrapped around his torso and arm, having been almost killed when Aizen had revealed his true colors
"Rangiku, what excuse would you have to bring the Ryokas here to my office?" he asked in irritation.
"Hey Ran-chan, I was hoping to see this great Captain of yours, where is he?" Haruto asked and looked around, scratching the back of his head in confusion. He knew who the Captain was, but he was just being an asshole. This guy was someone who was bothering his little moon and stars with too much paperwork.
No one torments his poor little Ran-chan with too much work and gets away with it, no one!
"I'm the Captain, now leave my office before I make you!" Toshiro snapped with a twitching eye brow.
"Nice brooding pose kid, but I'm afraid it's not the time for April fool's day prank." Haruto said dismissively while Naruko and Rangiku snickered quietly. Toshiro on the other hand was twitching with barely restrained anger and embarrassment "Now where is this Captain of yours?"
"I told you I'm the captain, now answer my question," he replied with a tick mark pulsing on his forehead.
The quiet snickering from the Ryoka and his subordinate was not helping with his mood. Judging by the affectionate suffix the blond was adding to Rangiku's name, he had to guess that this was the one responsible for her change in behavior.
So he already had a bone to pick with this one, his constant disrespect and insults were not helping matters any.
Haruto walked around the table, instantly putting the silver haired Captain in alarm, and put his hand on his head and ruffled it a little. "Now now, no need to be so wary, I'm sure your mommy is around her somewhere. For now just take this binky and wait for your mommy to pick you up, okay little fella."
Toshiro was shaking with anger and embarrassment when the insolent blond somehow produced a binky from somewhere and presented it to him along with a lollipop.
Rangiku and Naruko couldn't contain their snickering anymore and busted out laughing, holding their sides and each other for support.
"I'M THE CAPTAIN DAMMIT"
"Yeah yeah, just get on with it, will ya Old man." Yamamoto's eye brow twitched in irritation at the rude comeback.
The insolent blond had taken it upon himself to be as disrespectful as possible, not a pleasant thought in the least since the blond knew exactly which buttons to push at which time.
The blond had appeared in his office so many times out of the blue that he almost had a heart attack. He had a feeling, there was more to this insolence than meets the eye.
"Ichigo Kurosaki, I would like to present you with this Combat Pass." Jushiro started and produced a wooden diamond shaped piece with a skull design in the middle.
Ichigo looked confused, wondering what a Combat Pass was and why would a Captain wanted to give it to him?
"What's a Combat Pass?"
"The Soul Society has an ancient law covering the emergence of a Substitute Shinigami, who is deemed beneficial to the Soul Society. There were times when these were given to those like you, so this one belongs to you. It's a symbol and proof of your status." he explained smoothly.
"I see, ah thanks Jushiro." Ichigo said gratefully.
The Combat Pass would make things easy for him during Hollow attacks. So who was he to reject it?
"You're welcome Ichigo; just take care," he smiled kindly. "Your help was appreciated during the chaos. Know this that you're always welcome here"
"Yeah, you heard the man, since you're one of us now." Shunsui interjected lazily.
"All this mushy stuff is making me teary-eyed. Let's go before I cry a few litters of tears!" Haruto said dramatically with a few tears streaming down his face.
"A few litters!?" came the combined incredulous shout from the people present.
"Well, now that I think about it, a few litters may be a bit too much." The team and the Shinigami sighed in relief, however their short period of relief was soon over when Haruto shouted again. "I will cry a few kilo litters!"
They face-faulted.
"There is no such measurement as Kilo Litter." Uryu stated and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"Oi there wise guy, if I said there is, then that means there is, get it." The blond said in an indignant voice.
Children these days, no respect at all!
Yamamoto was eyeing Haruto's behavior like a hawk. Every move, every word. He had enough time to think about the blond's behavior, yet he was disappointed to find no understanding of its purpose. If he was doing it so that others would underestimate him, he had no reason to do so, since he was powerful enough to kill anyone with or without the element of surprise on his part.
Just why would he act that way?
"I believe it's time for you to leave, Jushiro and Shunsui will accompany you to the Senkaimon." he declared firmly and brought his cane on the wooden floor with a thunk.
"Yeah, well we're not happy to see your wrinkly old mug any more than you are," Haruto grinned when the old man twitched in anger and Naruko snickered. "Come on guys, let's leave before the old man gets more constipated than he already is."
Chad, Ichigo, Uryu and Orihime were gaping at the blond for daring to insult the strongest Shinigami to ever exist. They had overlooked the first comment of old man simply because Haruto was an asshole who called everyone a rude nickname, but to actually call him "constipated" or 'not happy to see his wrinkly old mug' was simply suicidal.
They hurried out of the room with Jushiro and Shunsui, knowing that if Yamamoto had any intention of going Ryujin Jakka on the blond's ass, they could at least be safe from it.
As soon as the team and the two Captains were out of the room, Haruto snapped his fingers towards the door, shutting it down with a soft thud.
Yamamoto looked curious as well as a little wary of the bond's intention, since this was the same guy who had beaten him without the use of any Technique whatsoever. His eyes widened slightly when a wooden throne emerged from the ground behind the two blonds as they sat down.
"What's the meaning of this?" he asked warily.
"Oh, nothing drastic I assure you, Head Captain. I simply want to have a brief chat with you since we never did exchange any words during our rather one-sided battle." Haruto explained calmly, not really caring that he had just insulted the old man again with that "one-sided battle" remark. He was going to clear his head one way or the other.
"Well then, since we're on that topic, I would like to ask you one question." Yamamoto started warily, slightly frowning at the insult.
"Let's hear it."
"Why did you heal me after our battle? If it had been me, I would've killed you right there."
"Watch your tone with me, Yamamoto, I'm neither like your pathetic Shinigami subordinates nor the idiots roaming the dessert of Hueco Mundo, I'll destroy you with a mere thought if you use that kind of language while addressing me again, Understood?" The demonic tone of voice was accompanied by a truly monstrous pressure that cracked the floor around the blond's throne.
Yamamoto gripped the edges of the table with his hand to steady himself lest he fall from his chair, his heart thumping in his chest, almost ready to burst out from its cavity, his normally closed eyes wide with amazement and terror.
What truly monstrous pressure!
Seeing as the old man was too shocked to even answer, Haruto lowered the pressure "Now then, with that out of the way, allow me to answer your question. My healing of you was not out of the good of my heart, it was a chance, an opportunity."
Yamamoto composed himself and sat straight with a groan. "A chance? What for?"
"To see if you would change for the better," Haruto answered curtly, causing Yamamoto to frown in confusion.
"What does that mean?"
"You're far too arrogant. Confidence in your abilities is fine, but overestimating your strength is idiotic. While I admit, your power is great compared to the mortals of these realms, it's nothing to me. You instantly thought of me as a weakling just because of my idiotic actions, not even knowing the full extent of my abilities, that's what I call arrogance," Haruto explained with a frown. "You were too arrogant to believe someone would go behind your back and betray the Seireitei, yet Aizen did just that."
The Head Captain frowned in anger at the mention of the traitor's name, knowing what the blond had said was true. He had never imagined a Shinigami let alone someone like Aizen would betray the Soul Society. To think all those years of interacting with the kind Captain were nothing but illusions.
"I need to be strong to keep the Seireitei safe from all enemies." He reasoned firmly.
"I never said anything about strength or weakness; I'm talking about your arrogance. How many hours have you spent training in all these years of your Captaincy?"
Now that Yamamoto thought about it, he hadn't trained even a second since the day he had become the Head Captain, but back then, he never had to face a demon such as the one sitting before him.
"Not even a second, you sit on your butt all day long giving orders without even knowing the pain and suffering your subordinates go through due to your reckless and careless orders. When the guilt, if there is any, becomes too strong to hold, you blame it all on Central 46, just to escape your weakness."
"My order needs to be absolute. It's their duty to carry out the task assigned to them regardless of their opinion on the matter," he said stubbornly. "It's all to protect the Soul Society"
"Do not preach to me about duty and orders, boy. It's your order that kills them in the first place, greatly weakening your overall military might, making it easy for your enemies to attack and destroy you. Do not forget that I was here for a few days; all I saw was a city full of arrogant weaklings, too proud to admit their mistakes and weaknesses. Those who had actually met me, they all had charged at me without a single second of analyzing my strength and weakness. They were lucky I hate conflict and killing, otherwise, they would've been nothing but a pile of ash."
The stress on the word "boy" was evident, causing Yamamoto to frown. He had forgotten that this boy was older than him by countless millenniums.
The weaknesses of his forces being pointed out to him were depressing to say the least. He hadn't realized they would attack without even thinking; then again he was the one to preach about thinking first since he had made that mistake himself while facing the blond man.
"I'll state it simply, Yamamoto, if you don't discard this pathetic pride and arrogance that you're so fond of, I'll kill you." Haruto announced impassively.
"What!?" he shouted in outrage and stood up from his chair.
"Keep your voice down," Yamamoto abruptly sat down on his chair when the pressure reappeared. "I was tempted to kill you during our battle, but since I believe in second chances, I let you live. Take that chance and think about all your past and present failures so that you don't make any more in the future."
Naruko remained silent throughout the conversation. She knew it was hard for Haruto to actually threaten someone with the fear of death, but it was for the best. A caring leader would help the Soul Society immensely, improving the trust and loyalty between Squad members and their superiors. When Haruto was done ripping the old man a new one, she would drop her own share of threats.
Haruto glanced at Naruko and stood up with her following his example, the throne disappearing back into the earth again.
Just as Naruko was about to open her mouth and threaten the old man, Haruto spoke again.
"Oh and Old man, if you ever even harm a single hair on Rangiku, whether by sending her to a difficult mission or even scolding her for something, I'll not only destroy you but the entire Soul Society." Haruto declared coldly and walked out of the room.
Naruko smiled a fond smile and walked away with Haruto from the office, leaving behind an angry and frankly scared Yamamoto behind.
It seemed he had the same thing on his mind.
"You know I was about to warn him about harming Rangiku as well." she said and elbowed him playfully.
"Well, as they say 'Great minds think alike'." he grinned and wrapped his arm around her curvy waist, leaning her towards his body. As always, his hand found their fleshy home upon a thick shelf of a rear and squeezed it for all its worth.
"Exactly." Her smiled turned a little provocative as she groped his groin, suggestively rubbing it through his leathers pants. "When we get back, we really need to get 'acquainted' for a week or two"
"Ahh man, now I can't even think straight with those swirling in my head." Haruto whined childishly. "All I can see is wide and matronly hips shining from sweat, massive globes of flesh wobbling and bouncing like crazy, thick, plump and mouth-wateringly massive rear-cheeks rippling and shaking as I thrust..."
"On second thought, the group can wait for a few hours!" Naruko commented heatedly and kissed him right on the lips, slamming him against the railing of the hallway with her incredible strength.
For all her strength and power, for her countless years of intimacy with a hungry carnal beast like Haruto and for all those endless hours of animalistic rutting and humping like a bunch of super powered bunnies, she was still an easy victim of dirty words!
Nothing gets her more riled up than a show of incredible physical strength and… amusingly enough… a few dirty words!
Receiving the reaction he was looking for, Haruto returned the animalistic and wildly hungry kiss, forcing her on to her back on the floor of the hallway as he molested, mauled, rubbed and squeezed her supple flesh.