70 Baggage

"So, what's the plan?" asked Ohta, eyeing the same warehouse everyone had been observing. It looked innocuous at a glance, but trying to probe the interior with his spiritual and psychic senses revealed it was protected by numerous barriers.

"We just want to make sure he hasn't gotten in over his head or involved in anything dangerous," answered Rukia.

"Then, let's try this..." said Ohta, extending his hand and pressing against the invisible barriers with his psychic energy, placing a tremendous strain on each of them. A few seconds later, four people appeared, seeming out of thin air. The most conspicuous was a tall man with a star-shaped afro, sunglasses, and a turquoise tracksuit, but the others weren't exactly what Ohta would call ordinary. There was a bespectacled, pigtailed girl wearing a seifuku outfit despite appearing to be in her twenties, a peculiar woman with pixie-bobbed, lime-green hair whose getup resembled a white and orange superhero costume, and a muscular man with short, platinum grey hair who looked like he had walked off a military base, sporting a tanktop, cargo pants, and combat boots.

As Ohta, Rukia, Orihime, and Chad were no longer trying to conceal themselves, the strangely dressed group immediately spotted them, the muscular man with platinum-grey hair remarking, "It's you, Yamada Ohta, and his friends..."

"I'm pretty famous these days..." mused Ohta, taking a few steps forward with his hands in his pockets. His actions caused everyone but the lime-haired girl to tense, but, fortunately for them, Ohta hadn't come there to fight, commenting, "My friends, as you called them, are worried about the angsty Strawberry. I trust you're taking proper care of him...?"

"You're referring to Kurosaki Ichigo, right?" asked the platinum-haired man. "If so, he's fine. One of our comrades is beating him right now, but it's all a part of the training to master his Hollowfication. Observe."

Placing his hand over his face, the platinum-haired man produced what looked like a hockey mask carved from bone. As he did so, his Reiryoku more than doubled, but his Reiatsu, the spiritual pressure emanating from his body, increased exponentially.

Raising his brows, Ohta remarked, "Neat trick. I'm guessing this makes you the group of Captains and Lieutenants that was experimented on by Aizen and exiled a hundred years ago?"

Responding in a voice that echoed sinisterly, the platinum-haired man replied, "That's right. I'm Muguruma Kensei, former Captain of the 9th Division. These are my companions-"

Interrupting Kensei's words, the lime-haired girl abruptly struck a Super Sentai pose, shouting, "Hi, hi, my name's Kuna Mashio, but you can call me Space Hero Mashiro White, Premium Edition! It's nice to meetcha~!"

As she was standing between Mashiro and the afroed man in a tracksuit, the glasses-wearing cosplayer flatly appended "Yadomaru Risa..." as her introduction. However, instead of looking at Ohta, her eyes were fixed on the group behind him. Even more specifically, she was staring at Orihime's chest with intense, turquoise eyes.

Following the trend, the tall, afroed man, standing with crossed arms, said, "And I'm Aikawa Rabu, former Captain of the 7th Division. My friends and colleagues call me Love."

"Good luck with that..." replied Ohta, half-turning to face Rukia, Orihime, and Chad as he added, "If it's these bungle-nuts, Ichigo should be fine. They're a bunch of former Shinigami who had Hollow powers forcibly transplanted into their bodies, so they probably want Aizen dead more than anyone else. With their help, Ichigo should have no trouble pulling even more power out of his ass."

"I've heard of that incident," remarked Rukia, sporting an expression of mild surprise. At the same time, Kensei punched his left fist into the palm of his right hand, growling, "That bastard Aizen ruined our lives and dragged our reputations through the mud. When I get my hands on him-"

"You'll get your ass kicked," asserted Ohta, completing Kensei's sentence for him. "That little mask of yours provides a pretty substantial boost, but I can tell at a glance it's unstable. When it comes time to deal with Aizen, you should focus on the chaff and leave the rest to those of us who won't get one-shot by him."

Though she was used to Ohta talking down to people for their well-being, Rukia couldn't help exhaling an exasperated sigh, cradling her forehead as she muttered, "Ohta..." in a helpless tone.

Glaring at Ohta through the slits in his mask, Kensei growled, "Kisuke said you had a mouth on you...but you know, there is such a thing as going too far, kid. We're all on the same side, so don't be such an ass..."

Shaking his head, Ohta resisted the urge to argue with the man, turning away with the intention to leave. It wouldn't take much effort for him to put the entire group in their place, but he had better uses for his time than playing around with a bunch of idiots who had a hundred years to prepare for their revenge but couldn't even compete with Byakuya and Yoruichi in terms of Reiryoku density.

"Are we returning...?" asked Rukia.

"Preferably," replied Ohta. "But what do you want to do?"

"I'll return with you, of course," answered Rukia, adopting a smile as she said. "We only have so much time until Aizen makes a move, so I want to familiarize myself with my Bankai before things get too serious."

Returning a smile of his own, Ohta remarked, "Then you'll need mine and Orihime's help..." shifting his attention to the perennially smiling ginger as he mentioned her by name.

"I'd be happy to help~!" chimed Orihime, eager to grow stronger and always happy to spend time with the people she loved the most, sans Tatsuki.

Nodding in appreciation, Ohta habitually caressed Orihime's head as he looked at Chad, asking, "What about you, big guy? There's a chance you could get wrapped up in this, so you're welcome to come and train at the hotel."

Shaking his head, Chad replied, "I appreciate the offer, but I don't want to get in the way of you three." Then, without further remark, he walked past Ohta, Rukia, and Orihime, fearlessly approaching the group of Vizards to ask if he could train with them. He knew he could get stronger by training with Ohta, but Ichigo was a better friend. Chad wanted to keep an eye on him to ensure the group didn't mistreat or endanger his life...

"There he goes..." muttered Ohta, briefly observing Chad as he walked by before promptly returning his gaze to Rukia and Orihime, suggesting, "We should head out as well."

"Right/Okay~!" replied the two girls, transforming into their spirit forms in a burst of bluish-white light. Then, as usual, Ohta placed his hand atop Orihime's head, vesting her with his psychic powers so she could fly and keep pace with them as they returned to the hotel, training until nightfall before bathing together and retiring to their shared bedroom...

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With more than two weeks passing without incident, Ohta was lounging in his living room with Soifon seated atop his lap, the two of them watching a period drama when Rangiku emerged from 'her' room in little more than a pair of panties and one of his button-up shirts, cradling her head as she remarked, "Ugggh...I have such a hangover..."

"I was wondering where that shirt went..." remarked Ohta, staring at the third and fourth buttons of the shirt as they fought desperately to contain Rangiku's massive breasts.

Waving her hand dismissively, Rangiku caused Ohta to frown as she said, "Eh, we're basically a couple at this point. Your clothes are my clothes. I can't always wear a Shihakusho."

"It's not just my clothes you're 'borrowing'..." remarked Ohta, staring at the familiar lace panties biting into Rangiku's hips, the beige fabric straining to its limit.

"You're talking about my panties?" asked Rangiku, covering her mouth to stifle a yawn before admitting, "I snatched them from Orihime's dresser. They're a bit tight, though, so we should go shopping for some new ones. If you foot the bill, I'll let you pick what I try on."

"You're getting a little too comfortable staying here..." remarked Ohta, his expression and tone flat.

Raising her brows, Rangiku adopted an expression that was equal parts amused and alluring as she asked, "Don't tell me you plan to kick me out after going to town on me just last night. Not only would you lose access to my 'passable pussy,' you'd lose your only drinking buddy."

Shaking his head, Ohta resisted the urge to point out he could just stop drinking or get drunk with Soifon. Instead, he said, "There're some sports drinks in the fridge, and we should have some leftover rice. Hydration and carb-loading are the best cures for a hangover."

Exhaling a throaty, sensual chuckle, Rangiku strode toward the kitchen, briefly stopping next to the sofa to give Ohta a kiss on the cheek before musing, "You're cute when you pretend to be mad..."

Though Ohta stared at her with narrowed eyes, Rangiku was undaunted as she turned away and sauntered to the kitchen, intentionally adding a bit of sway to her steps. Ohta couldn't keep his hands off her ass when they were together, so she was fairly confident he was following her with his gaze...

Waiting until Rangiku was out of earshot, Soifon drew Ohta's gaze away from her ass by asking, "Should I kill her...?" in a faint tone, her expression making it clear she was serious.

After a brief moment of deliberation, Ohta shook his head and said, "Nah. As annoying as she is, she hasn't done anything to merit being murdered. Just ignore her..."

"Understood..." responded Soifon, albeit after several seconds of tense silence. A few minutes later, Rangiku, unaware of how close she had come to being assassinated, brought over an extra set of sports drinks, musing, "Here. I know at least one of you is thirsty..." while staring at Soifon with a mischievous smile.

With neither Ohta nor Soifon responding to her, Rangiku rolled her eyes and set the drinks on the table in front of the sofa before sitting next to them and asking, "So, when are we going to start my Bankai training? I know you've been occupied with Rukia and Orihime, but I'd like to get in at least 'some' practice before the next Arrancar attack..."

"You know where we keep the Tenshintai stored," replied Ohta. "Or are you suggesting I subjugate your Zanpakuto Spirit? You realize that will 'bind' you to me, right?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Rangiku mused, "You know what they say. In for a penny, in for a pounding. Trying to master Bankai on my own sounds like a hassle, so if I can acquire it easily, I don't mind being 'bound.' Besides, I know you would never do anything to overtly cause me harm. Not so long as you care about how Rukia, Orihime, and others view you..."

Leaning into Ohta's arm with her shoulder, Rangiku narrowed her eyes in a sensual but 'serious' manner. After three and a half weeks, she was confident she had a good read on the type of man Ohta was. Unless she did anything he could interpret as a 'betrayal,' she didn't believe he would push her away. Rather, so long as she made herself 'useful,' he might keep her at his side indefinitely. That made him infinitely better than most other prospects she had in the past century...

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Pressing down the head of Rangiku's maroon-haired Zanpakuto Spirit, his hips smacking against her plump, fur-covered ass as he gouged her pussy with his cock, Ohta asked, "Do you submit...?" in a growling tone.

"Nyot yet! Give me more~!" screamed the voluptuous, cat-eared Spirit, willfully spreading her ass and pussy to make it easier for Ohta to sink his cock into her steamy, seemingly insatiable depths. He had already blown his load into her seven times, but the green-eyed Spirit, Haineko, wanted more. Fortunately for her, so long as he had Reiryoku to spare, Ohta could keep going indefinitely, shaking his head in mild frustration as he pressed her head to the sheets and pulled her furry pink tail, causing her pussy to clench like a vice as released the eighth of the fifteen loads it would take to 'tame' her...

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(A/N: Time for training and action (O 3 O). Also, here's your daily reminder that this isn't a harem novel...)