The Shinigami King grew tired of his play, so he asked an old soul to change it.
Otherwise known as what happens when an eccentric, morally questionable, teeny tiny overpowered old soul is gifted an Evil™ sword and thrown in a couple thousand years...
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1858, February
Soul Society was a charming place. The architectural development had come to a screeching halt in terms of innovation and creativity after hitting the Edo period. Old farts liked how things looked and refused to authorize any drastic change. Some nobles acted like deranged Homeowners Associations on steroids; pretty annoying most days.
It meant that Soul Society was frozen in a mesh of Edo period styled buildings. It was lovely to occasionally admire.
Such as at that moment.
Although, it was harder to appreciate mere buildings when I had such gorgeous company.
Yoruichi carried me in her arms bridal style as she hopped rooftop to rooftop.
"What are we looking for again?" she asked me.
"Our future apprentice."
"Right." Yoruichi pursed her lips together in thought. She followed up with, "Apprentice in what?"
"Beauty," I said. "As we are obviously the prettiest Shinigami."
Yoruichi guffawed, her golden eyes sparkling in delight. "That's a high standard."
"Trust me. She'll reach it." I paused. "Not that I don't love being held by you, but why are you carrying me again?"
"Because you're tiny and adorable," she said.
"Both of these are true, but I am always tiny and adorable," I said amicably.
Yoruichi's lips twitched. "All right. I have an adorable new lieutenant who cannot take a joke."
"Ah. Let me guess. She is tiny and adorable, but you can't hold her?"
"Spot on."
"You are welcome to use me as a substitute cuddle buddy any time," I assured her.
She beamed. "I know. This is why you're my favorite captain."
"Oooo. You love me more than Kisuke?" I squealed. "Can I rub it in his face?"
"Yes."
"Woo-hoo! Best day ever!" I nuzzled into Yoruichi's cheek, eliciting a giggle from her.
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"There she is,"I whispered. We had been searching for so long that Yoruichi wanted to be carried around instead. I transformed into a proper adult body so she could be comfortable as I held her.
Yoruichi glanced at where I was staring.
Rangiku was small and weak.
The Rukon District was nicer than canon, but it was still a poverty district. Those who lived in it tended to be more feeble. Rangiku was no exception.
