Wind's Calling

Insubordinate

(Y/n) felt she was high enough as she kicked the arrancar farther, pulling his sword from her gut. The mask on his head looked like a broken crown made of horns, the wild gray eyes never left her. He dove when she dropped his sword, her blades flashing out and hooking into his shoulder as he tried to pass her. She tried to read his reishi, gritting her teeth as he flipped off the blade and continued his pursuit for his sword. It hadn't been long enough, she didn't tap in deep enough. "I'll show you, you rat! I'll kill you this time," he roared.
He caught his sword, pointing it at her as Hitsugaya finally caught up. "I'll finish what you started!"
"What's he on about," Hitsugaya growled.
"It may be from when I don't remember," she replied curtly. She deactivated shunko as the arrancar did something with his sword. "Either way, he's not making it back to Hueco Mundo."
"What," Hitsugaya snapped his head to her as she activated her bankai. He jerked a bit as she flashed, dust settling from around the arrancar. His form had changed slightly, claws on oversized paws tensed. He stopped a blade with one, grunting as she spun. The plate smacked under his chin as a sickle sliced his stomach.
She found it, pulling the blades tight as she jumped back with the almost translucent strings. Even in the aftermath of the first strikes, the arrancar couldn't move. Hitsugaya flashed next to her, his bankai activated and the iced over wings making him look larger. "Answer me, Yamamoto," he snapped.
"That weasel was in Hueco Mundo," the words were pushed from the arrancar's mouth as it fought to face the two. (Y/n) wrenched the strings, the arrancar's head slamming into his own claws.
"Noisy," (Y/n) struggled with keeping herself calm. They didn't need to know where she had been, nor what had happened. She blinked as she studied the changed mask, a crack along the antlers that extended from the arrancar's head. She had done that; she broke it and ate it, just to prove a point and shame the hollow he had been. It wasn't in the sands but a woods just under them.
It was different, a place where she wasn't seeing the eternal moon that hung in the sky. He had been there, along with a few others that were eventually devoured by other hollows. "I see," she muttered. The strings broke, the arrancar launching at her in a fury. He was blinded to the officer that stood next to her and she could only see her own reflection as he drew closer.
"Yamamoto," Hitsugaya swung his zanpakuto, the arrancar freezing in place as (Y/n)'s heart raced. Her concentration was lost, the ability broken.
"I woke up there. He was one of many," she replied blankly. His eyes widened as her bankai deactivated, the ice shattering and the arrancar with it. "He probably thought he had the jump on me."
"Were you working with Aizen," Hitsugaya snapped. She turned on him, her blades paused above her head as rage filled her chest.
"That bastard was the reason I was there and you think I worked with him," she snarled. He shifted back, his zanpakuto rising. "I'd have to like the man to even listen to him. And you think I worked for him?"
"Put away your zanpakuto," Hitsugaya ordered.
"Put away your bankai," (Y/n) snapped. She pulled her arm down, trying to calm herself down. She shouldn't be losing her temper so quickly but that name; the name brought back the memory before her hollow took over her body.
"Are you refusing a direct order," he growled. Rangiku was next to him as (Y/n) stayed quiet, the other two behind her.
"Captain, maybe there's-"
"I'm sick of this," (Y/n) snapped. "If you're suspicious than come find out for yourself." Her hand went to her head as her spiritual pressure began acting up, Yumichika and Ikkaku's guards were down and they were stumbling. Someone grabbed her hand, a body hovering over her shoulder with a smell that made her start to calm down.
"(Y/n), calm down," her gaze snapped to Shunsui, his face serious as he forced her hand down.
"Captain Kyoraku," Hitsugaya started.
"Captain Hitsugaya, I fear it's best if third seat (Y/n) returns to the soul society. I'm sure the team you have here is more than enough for the coming attack," Shunsui smiled at the boy and he received a sniff a few moments later.

(Y/n) fired the cero off in the courtyard at her grandfather's, watching the target dissipate into nothing. "What a terrifying ability," she stood up quickly, stumbling and catching herself on her hands and knees at her grandfather's voice. "Who knew soul reapers could use such an ability."
"Don't do that," she sighed.
"Shunsui tells me you almost became insubordinate with Captain Hitsugaya," he sat down and waved his hand as if to tell her it was okay to continue with what she had been doing.
"He accused me of working with a traitor," she muttered. (Y/n) sat next to him, pointing her palm at a new target and firing another cero. She couldn't seem to make them weaker or disguise them as a kido spell.
"So you raise your blades against him," he asked.
"You don't understand," she snapped. A new cero went off, this one larger than the others as her teeth grit together. "Me? Work with the bastard that ruined my life?" There was silence and she sighed, leaning back against a pillar a bit away from him.
Why would he have anything to say? It was childish of her to go off like this, even more so to lose her temper when it wasn't something she had done before. A kido spell went off, lightning flying through the center of a different target from the old man next to her. It was a moment of staring at it before she finally looked directly at him, a small furrow in his brow.
"He was hurt by that man as well, (Y/n)," he stated. (Y/n) clenched her fists in her lap, looking down at them as shame replaced the anger. "That man hurt many and so did his followers; not just physically."
"I lost decades. I've tried to be understanding of it all," (Y/n) rubbed her face roughly. Of course he was trying to justify someone else's behavior. It wasn't just herself that was affected but they weren't an experiment. No one else had lost time, not even the visored army.
"Why did you answer the summons," her grandfather asked. She put her elbows on her knees, propping her head in her hands as he used a different kido spell.
"I didn't want to," she muttered.
"But why did you?"
"I wanted to come home. To see the people that meant something to me," she replied after a moment. "I was hoping to be safe."
"Safe," his voice became a bit strange, some nostalgic air escaping into the word from his lungs. "I never expected to hear that word from you when you came back."
"Why," she huffed. "Because I'm angrier now? Because I should have known people would view me as an enemy?"
"Because even now, you haven't let go of your zanpakuto," he informed her. She stared down at her hands and let go quickly, pulling it from her waist and setting it a bit away from her.
"It's a habit," she muttered.
"But proof you don't feel safe," he nodded. (Y/n) gave a small nod and stared at him. "You should take a leave of absence for now and try to relax. I will allow it."
(Y/n) sighed and rubbed her head, "Are you ever out of work mode?"