Chapter 242: Unwell Wishes
<span style="font-weight:400">After the strangest meeting of Kazuya’s life concluded in unanimous agreement to Unohana’s crazy n, Kazuya took his time strolling back to the 4th Division’s barracks, content to let Yoruichi and Unohana catch up along the way. Yoruichi entertained her old friend with tales of her crazy adventures, most of which included him, while Unohana could only offer tidbits of the Soul Society’s mundane recent history in return.
<span style="font-weight:400">Nothing of importance had happened in Yoruichi’s absence.
<span style="font-weight:400">The ck cat suddenly jumped off his shoulder and faced him with an uncharacteristic serious glint in her eyes. “Listen, I have to go to the second division.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Soi Fon?” Kazuya asked with a frown. “Is she giving you too much trouble?”
<span style="font-weight:400">She shook her head at his probing inquiry. “It has nothing to do with Soi Fon. I must… retrieve something important. Why don’t I fill in on the detailster?”
<span style="font-weight:400">He shrugged nonchntly. “Run along then. You have your husband’s permission.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Yoruichi rolled her eyes exasperatedly that conveyed fondness more than annoyance. “Thank you, my gracious husband. You’re the best.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I sure am,” he agreed with a shameless grin, which prompted Yoruichi to shake her head. “Off you go.”
<span style="font-weight:400">As Yoruichi dashed to the roof, Kazuya turned to check on Unohana’s reaction. The battle-maniac healer wore an expression of utter incredulity, as if she couldn’t quite believe the exchange she had just witnessed.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Did that really just happen?” she muttered, more to herself than to Kazuya.
<span style="font-weight:400">Kazuya had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from bursting intoughter at her bbergasted look. “What, you don’t think I’m husband material?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Far from it,” Unohana said, shaking her head. “Was that real, or were you just fooling around?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What do you think it is?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I think it’s both,” Unohana slowly said. “She is alwaysidback and carefree about most things, but she is also quite aloof and proud to call any man ‘her husband’… it’s simply unprecedented.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Even as a joke?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Even as a joke,” she repeated in a solemn voice. “Her teasing doesn’t extend to these lengths. I know she isn’t the same woman I used to know. She couldn’t have changed to that extent.”
<span style="font-weight:400">They might not have been the closest, but Unohana had worked together with Yoruichi ever since her introduction by the Shihōin Family.
<span style="font-weight:400">“She didn’t change much,” Kazuya said, stroking his chin in contemtion. “I just managed to domesticate the stray kitty.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“An impressive feat, to be sure… Isane is here.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Their conversation was abruptly interrupted by the hurried arrival of a familiar figure — the endearingly awkward Isane Kotetsu,. A slight frown marred her delicate features, hinting at her displeasure at being left out of her captain’stest excursion outside the division.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Captain, Kazuya… where did you two sneak off without me?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Chuckling, Kazuya waved off her question with a dismissive gesture. “Unohana had some business with Shunsui. I just tagged along with her.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Calmed by his exnation, Isane started to nod in understanding, only to pause mid-motion, a look of confusion clouding her features. “Wait, you addressed our Captain by her name…”
<span style="font-weight:400">Unohana red at him, the glee in her eyes refuting any real anger. “Yeah, who told you to use myst name? Did you forget I gave you the permission to call me ‘Retsu’?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Poor Isane could only gape at the exchange, her mind reeling at the notion of someone addressing her captain so intimately. Only a handful among the senior officers of the Gotei 13 would dare to use Unohana’s given name so freely, even though the person couldn’t care less about these things.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘What just happened between them?’ </i><span style="font-weight:400">Isane wondered, her imagination running wild with possibilities. <i><span style="font-weight:400">‘It’s like how he and Nanao became a lot closer when they returned from the Living World.’</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">As if sensing the direction of her thoughts, Kazuya reached out to give Isane’s shoulder a reassuring pat. “Don’t worry, Isane. It’s just a one-time thing. I promise I won’t steal your job of shadowing Retsu everywhere.”
<span style="font-weight:400">He had a much better idea in mind.
<span style="font-weight:400">“As if I’ll let it happen,” Unohana scoffed, a yful smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Although, I must say… Kazuya, you are overqualified to be a mere lieutenant.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s true,” Isane agreed readily, her momentary curiosity about Unohana and Kazuya forgotten in the face of Kazuya’s undeniable talent. “He will be a Captain for certain.”
<span style="font-weight:400">At that, Unohana’s expression grew pensive. She nced over at Kazuya, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. “He won’t stay long enough to be a Captain.”
<span style="font-weight:400">As much as it pained her to admit, Unohana knew that Kazuya’s pathy elsewhere. For all his prodigious skill and leadership qualities, she could envision no future in which he remained bound to the Soul Society as a Shinigami.
<span style="font-weight:400">Isane nced in his direction. “He’s going to leave for the 10th Squad. Captain Shiba wants to promote him to his seat one day.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Unohana simply smiled, making no attempt to correct Isane’s innocent assumptions. “Isane, show him to his new home.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Of course, Captain!” Isane cheerfully saluted before turning her attention to him. “Right his way.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sure.”
<span style="font-weight:400">As Kazuya followed the steps of the tall, silver-haired girl, Unohana caught hold of his sleeve, forcing him to stop. “Make sure you get plenty of rest tonight. I need you at your best tomorrow.”
<span style="font-weight:400">He nodded at her. “It’s not like I have anything to do in my room.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Beyond the asional drinking session or casual chat with fellow Shinigami and friends, the Soul Society offered precious little in the way of leisure activities to upy anyone’s free time.
<span style="font-weight:400">And today, he didn’t even have Yoruichi or Momo to mess around with.
<span style="font-weight:400">{It’s 1950 outside, mate. They don’t have smartphones or gaming rigs.}
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘Fuck. I gotta wait another five decades for good games.’</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">{On the bright side, you’ll be watching the old ssic anime as they air. Maybe the shows in this reality will bepletely different from the ones you grew up with.}
<em>''I hadn''t thought of that. Can''t wait to turn M Rose into an anime addict!''</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">Putting his musings aside for the moment, Kazuya trailed after Isane as she led him to his newly assigned living quarters. Truth be told, he would have been perfectly content with a simple bedroom — after all, he really only required a ce toy his head at night.
<span style="font-weight:400">Unohana, it seemed, had other ideas.
The residence she had set aside for Kazuya was nearly a mini-sized mansion by Soul Society standards. Boasting two sprawling floors and more rooms than he could ever need, the ce was neatly furnished and equipped with every convenience possible.