The Sorry Symphony

“I really don’t know what I can tell you,” You mutter quietly, your own voice filled with regret and anguish at your own overzealous and utterly incomprehensibly vile actions, “Today I’ve been…well to put it bluntly I’ve been an asshole and…most of it is because of me not trusting or believing in those that matter most to me.”

“Wh-What happened Johnny-chan?” Rangiku questions, her voice nervous as that painfully miserable look on her features mixes with confusion.

The sight of the normally cheerful and playful Rangiku sends your heart to throb painfully, your eye glancing to Yoruichi quickly before you speak, “Recently some…friends sent me a photograph of Yoruichi and that bastard Urahara in a…compromising position.”

Instead of the girls turning toward Yoruichi as you would expect they simply nod, waiting patiently for you to continue your story as you slowly speak, “After I found this photo I felt…for lack of a better word betrayed. It really hurt to see that and so my mind decided to jump to the worst possible option; that I was simply being used as nothing more than a puppet by Urahara and Yoruichi.”

With a sigh you lean back into your seat, your muscle shirt pulling tight to your form as one hand settles upon the wide brimmed cap by your side, “It was only until about an hour or so ago that I learned the truth and…and the huge mistake I was making. I drove all of you away as I mourned and hated for no reason at all…and for that I am sorry, Nanao-san, Renji-hime, Snakey-hime, Chimpette-hime, Rangiku-hime, Haineko-hime, Kukaku-hime, Kyokotsu-hime, Katen-hime, Soi-fon-chan, Nemu-chan…and most of all Yoruichi-hime…I am sorry from the bottom of my heart and I hope that you can find it in yourself to forgive me-“

“John-koi!” the shout from Yoruichi nearly shakes the house as the dark skinned goddess pounces on you, her arms wrapping around your neck as she crushes her lips against yours in a heated and animalistic kiss. Every bit of Yoruichi’s passion burns in the wild kiss, her tongue tangling with yours as her arms grab and squeeze at every bit of skin she can reach. Her hands frantically search for any bare patch of skin she can find, her heated fingertips leaving trails of fire across your body as she holds you tighter, trying to memorize your every curve and angle as her tongue tries its very best to learn the inside of your mouth and throat by heart.

With a sound pop Yoruichi releases you from the kiss but she never lets you go, her hands nervously holding your shoulders as her brilliant golden eyes glisten with fresh tears, “John-koi…John-koi…I love you…I’m sorry for everything I cau-“

You stop her with a soft touch on the tip of her lips with your finger, your lips sliding up into a relieved smile as a few tears begin to show themselves at the corner of your eye, “Don’t worry about it Yoruichi-hime…I understand and I should be the one to apologize…I love you Yoruichi-hime, from the bottom of my heart and soul to the skies above.”

This causes the mopey and depressed look in Yoruichi’s eyes and face to vanish, joy and utter rapture replacing her downtrodden looks as she latches onto your in another kiss and embrace. This kiss lasts just as long as the other but just as you break apart you find that Yoruichi’s eyes slowly close, a smile on her face as she softly purrs her final words of the evening, “John-koi…I love you.”

You chuckle softly a Yoruichi silently passes out into your arms, her body falling limp as she instinctively curls up into a little ball on your body, a quiet purring rising from her as you gently stroke her shimmering pitch black hair, “And I love you too Yoruichi-hime…now and forever.”

“Ahem! John-koi!” A rather perturbed Katen breaks your musings causing your to turn up to the heavy chested beauty with a sheepish smile, “While Yoruichi-san forgives you it will take much more for your head wife to accept your rudeness this morning!”

“I am alright with it…” the soft voice of Kyokotsu rises up, cutting Katen off and causing the larger woman to glare darkly as her smaller half, “John-koi was…under a lot of stress…and with the emotional factor of it…I understand…I forgive you John-koi.”

“As do I,” Renji says before getting a round of agreement with her two sword spirits, “though I am still miffed about being called Abarai-san…”

“I could never stay mad at you Johnny-chan,” Rangiku smiles, something that Haineko copies, “but you better get us some Sake and Catnip tea or else we might really be mad~”

Nanao diligently pushes her glasses up her nose before giving you a shy smile, “It is alright Taicho…given what you have been through these past few days it makes sense and I find no reason to hold a grudge for it.”

Kukaku merely shrugs, her cheeks tilting up with a playful grin as she speaks, “Oi, I have a worse temper than you so I can’t say anything Johnny-kun…but how about wearing that outfit to my chambers on night eh?” Kukaku’s face is overcome with a lecherous smirk, her eyes dancing over your body as she mentally undresses you.

Soi-fon bows politely as she speaks, “It is…much b-better to see you in high spirits John-sama. But please, n-never worry me- er us about that again!”

Nemu copies Soi-fon’s polite gesture as a rare heartfelt smile crosses her lips, “It is very relieving to see that you can overcome so much in so little time John-sama, it is rather inspiring.”

Seeing herself outnumbered Katen growls as she crosses her arms accentuating her rather prodigious bust line as she pouts, “Fine! I shall grace you with forgiveness for now but I expect compensation John-koi!”

Chuckling a bit you look over your gathered family, the collection of faces and personalities refreshing and pleasant and…warm. You can feel a wellspring of heat flow through your body as you gaze upon the women in your life, each of them loving you as you love each of them…if this wasn’t paradise then your certainly don’t know what is…

“Excuse me, Taicho,” Nanao is the first to speak up, her voice breaking the soft silence as she speaks, “I do not mean to interrupt but when you arrived back into Soul Society we felt several energy signatures arrive back with you…”

With a chuckle you shake your head, the palm of your hand finding your forehead as you sigh, “Oi…can we save that group of Bonkura’s for later? They…REALLY gave me a headache.”

“Knuckle heads?” Chimpette mutters in confusion, “What knuckle heads are you talking about?”

You shake your head as you pick up your hat, preparing to slip it back onto your head as your speak, “How about I just show you instead…they’re staying at the Division Eight Barracks and should be coming over in the morning for…observation.”

While most of the group ponders about the new arrivals Snakey speaks up, her unusually quiet tone breaking the idle conversation sharply, “John-sama…what happened to you? You don’t smell like a Shinigami or a human…it’s like your Reiatsu has changed completely from when we first met you in your home dimension.”

“The shrimp is right,” Chimpette speaks up, ignoring the glare Snakey sends her for the comment, “I mean the outfit is odd enough but now that I concentrate on it she’s right…you feel different…Almost like-”

“Kurosaki,” Rangiku speaks up, something that causes Renji’s group and Haineko to nod in agreement, “Your energy feels a lot like Kurosaki but not quite.”

You chuckle softly as you lightly scratch the back of your head, your mind thinking back to the scrolls and what you learned from them, “I guess…no, I think I’ll save that for tomorrow morning. Right now we should get some rest alright?”

“Oi, Johnny-kun enough with the cryptic crap,” Kukaku speaks up, a smirk on her lips as she raises a single eyebrow, “What’s with all the big changes?”

Shaking your head with a sigh you smirk right back, your teeth glinting in the light of the room as you speak, “Alright…I’ll tell you one thing but then it’s off to bed.” Getting a nod from the girls you carefully stand up with Yoruichi still in your arms, your coat and hat held in one hand as you easily carry the flash-step goddess to your chambers with the other, “Thanks to my father and the dimension I was born in, I’m neither alive nor dead here…I’m essentially a Deadman Shinigami…”

Before the girls can respond you vanish into your room, your door sliding closed with a definitive click of the lock…

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“Are you certain about this you glasses wearing pervert,” A rough and rather annoyed sounding voice mutters, deep brown eyes piercing through the darkness and watching as a small hair pin easily disassembles an easily broken window lock, “If he rejects it…we are in so much shit.”

“Don’t worry about it,” the aforementioned bespectacled one of the pair speaks, her fingers working quickly and tearing apart the lock in seconds, “These ‘Sneaking Visits’ always work in my Manga’s and given that John-kun comes from a different dimension, it is very likely that he will react exactly according to my theoretical calculations.”

“Are you fucking serious?” The blond haired voice asks, an incredulous expression on their face as it softly barks, “You got this from a Manga?”

“Yes…a, got it!” The lock opens with a nearly silent click, the window sliding open easily as the softer and calmer voice speaks, “Let’s go.”

All you can think is one simple phrase, ‘Oh fuck, what now?’