After the Captain duel,
As the crowd slowly thinned and the last murmurs of astonishment faded into the air, the grounds of the 5th Division returned to silence. Amidst the departing captains and lieutenants, three figures remained—Aiyan, standing composed and calm despite the battle's intensity; Yamamoto, silent and thoughtful; and Unohana, her gaze lingering on Aiyan with a look that was unreadable.
After a pause, she stepped forward, her voice soft but clear.
"Captain," she addressed Yamamoto, then glanced toward Aiyan. "With your permission… I have a request. Regarding Aiyan, if he's willing—may I?"
Yamamoto nodded,
"I'd like to run a full check-up before Aiyan officially takes the captain's seat," Unohana said gently, her voice calm and unwavering as ever. A soft smile touched her lips—polite, and unreadable.
"It's only to ensure your health is in peak condition before the ceremony," she added, her tone matter-of-fact, but with an undercurrent that Aiyan couldn't quite place.
Yamamoto furrowed his brow slightly, clearly puzzled. His eyes moved from her to Aiyan, lingering for a moment before he finally exhaled through his nose. "I see…" he muttered, folding his arms behind his back. "Very well. Aiyan, comply with the Captain's request."
Aiyan turned to face her, his gaze steady but amused. "I have no objections," he replied smoothly, the corner of his mouth curving up.
"If it pleases you, Captain Unohana."
There was a faint glint of curiosity in his eyes—not because of the medical check-up itself, but because of the way she had asked for it.
Soft-spoken yet deliberate,
It made him wonder what, exactly, she was looking for.
…
Aiyan sat quietly in the examination chamber—deep within the heart of the 4th Division's medical wing. The room was warm, well-lit, and filled with the subtle scent of herbs and sterile linen. The quiet hum of evening surrounded them; most of the division had cleared out under her orders, leaving only the soft ticking of the wall clock.
Unohana had already set her haori aside, folded with care on a nearby shelf. Her shihakushō, though modest and unassuming in cut, still carried a quiet elegance—there was a subtle, almost effortless sensuality in the way it draped over her form.
Aiyan knew her well enough, that beneath her calm demeanor and the motherly grace, there was a deeper layer—something far more complex.
There was a shift in her presence—a quiet intensity in the way she held herself.
It wasn't something he'd seen often in their past encounters, but he noticed it now, and it made him watch her more closely.
"Please sit here, Aiyan," she said, gesturing to a low-backed chair.
He sat down, keeping a calm face as she walked around him. With a flick of her hand, Bakudō spell bound his hands loosely.
"Captain, is this part of the usual medical procedure?" he asked, raising his eyebrow.
"This is my division; I decide how to examine a patient." Unohana leaned forward, her face coming close to his ear. Her lips brushed against it, her warm breath tickling his skin as she spoke.
"You wouldn't want to object, would you?"
Aiyan smirked, enjoying how she was teasing him. He was used to her soft voice, but this time she had lowered it into a breathy whisper that would make anyone quiver in delight.
Her hands were cool and soft as she began to examine him. At first, it was clinical, just a doctor checking a patient.
But then her fingers lingered, trailing down his jawline and caressing his cheek. Her touch was gentle, yet firm, sending shivers down his spine. Her eyes met his, and he could see the flicker of desire within them.
"No matter who you are," she murmured, her lips close to his, "I dominate here."
Aiyan chuckled, a low, smooth sound that filled the air between them. "I admit, this is your space and your rules. I've never seen this side of you. I didn't know you were into this type of thing."
Unohana smirked, a glint of amusement in her eyes. "You're enjoying this, aren't you, Aiyan?" Her voice was husky, a purr that sent a thrill through him.
"Well, I do love to tease."
She leaned in closer, her lips almost touching his. "But remember, in my division, I'm the one in control."
Aiyan smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "That's what you think, Captain."
Unohana raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Is that so?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.
Aiyan leaned back in the chair, his eyes locked on hers. "But I only intended to play by my own rules."
Unohana's eyes narrowed slightly, a flash of surprise crossing her face. She hadn't expected him to respond like that.
But she quickly regained her composure, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Is that so? Well, then, let's see how long you can keep up this act."
With a swift movement, Aiyan's Reiatsu surged, shattering the Bakudō that bound his hands. Unohana's eyes widened in shock as he grabbed her waist, spinning her around to face the wall. Her wrists were pinned above her head, held in place by one of his strong hands.
"Now, Captain," Aiyan whispered, his breath hot against her ear, "what were you saying just now?"
Unohana's breathing hitched, her heart racing. She couldn't believe he had turned the tables on her so quickly. But instead of fear, she felt a rush of excitement.
It had been a long time since anyone had been able to surprise her like this.
A soft, pure laugh escaped her lips—a sound that she hadn't made in centuries. The joy was unexpected, but it filled her with a warmth that she hadn't felt in a long time.
"Captain Aiyan," she breathed, her voice husky with desire, "you truly are the man who can please me... in every way."
With that, she turned her head, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. Their lips met in a clash of desire, the heat between them igniting like a wildfire. Unohana poured all her passion into the kiss, her tongue dancing with his as she surrendered to the moment.
Aiyan responded in kind, his hands roaming her body with a possessive fervor. He could feel her yielding to him, her body molding against his as he deepened the kiss. The taste of her was intoxicating, a heady mix of power and desire that fueled his own passion.
Unohana's hands were still pinned above her head, but she didn't care. She was lost in the sensation of Aiyan's lips on hers, his tongue exploring her mouth with a hunger that matched her own. She felt alive, truly alive, for the first time in centuries.
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