Wind's Calling

Poisonous

It was a moment before Rukia picked up the phone, her voice questioning, "Hello?"
"You're in the world of the living with the heiress and Ichigo, aren't you," (Y/n) questioned.
"Who is this," Rukia's voice grew worried and (Y/n) sighed.
"It's Yamamoto," she replied. "I'm only calling to confirm my suspicions." There was a bit of movement on the other end as she waited.
"So you know about the assassination attempts," Rukia sighed.
"Those I didn't know about," she hummed. "So then he's really trying to take over the clan, huh? You guys don't know the reason?"
"How did you get involved," Rukia gasped.
"Family intrigue," (Y/n) chuckled. "And it was fishy. Their vassals have been dying."
"I see," (Y/n) shifted and stared at the notes she had gathered on the issue in the following silence. "Do you know why?"
"I was hoping you did, actually," (Y/n) groaned. "There's only so much I can do over here." The sliding door to her room slid open slowly, Shunsui poking his head in with a broad smile on his face. "If you don't then that's fine, just share whatever information you have with me, please? I need a full picture before I take it to my grandfather as the head of the Yamamoto house."
"Of course, I'll transfer what we have as soon as possible," Rukia chirped. (Y/n) hung up as Shunsui sat next to her, setting up a pair of glasses before producing a bottle of sake.
"Is everything going all right," he hummed.
"It's a touchy situation," she muttered. "If the guard squads get involved then the clan will fall no matter the outcome so I'm the only one involved."
"You don't have to push yourself over it. You'll get the answer sooner or later," he poured the sake and leaned on the low table. He had left the door open so they could look outside at the courtyard, the soft breeze not strong enough to make it inside.
"You have a lot of confidence in me," (Y/n) sniffed.
"You can do it," he chuckled. He moved himself around to her, flopping onto his back and putting his head on her lap with a sigh. (Y/n) leaned back, on one hand, petting his head with the other.
"Yamamoto," (Y/n) looked at the door, Yoruichi standing there with a file in her hand. Shunsui peeked at the other woman, closing his eyes again. "Am I interrupting something?"
"What brings you here, Lady Yoruichi," he asked before (Y/n) could.
"You're working on the Kasumioji clan with her," Yoruichi mused.
"He isn't," (Y/n) tapped his forehead, receiving a laugh. "Is there something you know about it?"
"Here," Yoruichi placed the file on the table next to (Y/n), the (h/c) woman reading it over. "This may just help you close in on your investigation."
"Thank you," (Y/n) smiled.

Y/n) gasped a bit as the tea cup dropped from her hands. Something was burning in her stomach as Kumoi mocked a gasp of shock. "Lady Yamamoto," he asked.
"Get away from me," (Y/n) grunted. She adjusted herself and fought the pain in her gut. "Forgive me but I'm fine, Lord Kumoi, just seem to have indigestion." He gave a slow nod as he leaned back in his seat with a small smile.
"You seem too healthy to get sick so suddenly," he marveled. (Y/n) smiled at him as he leaned over the table slightly. Her mind raced as she tried to decipher what was causing the pain. It couldn't have been anything she ate or drank before coming to the manor and while she had been the best guest she could be, there wasn't a way for him to find out what she knew thanks to Yoruichi.
She slowly stood, patting at the obi lightly with a small smile on her face, "I fear I should go home for the day. Thank you for your continuous generosity."
Rurichiyo was hiding out in the world of the living. It hadn't taken her much after she had called Rukia the night before. The report also had the weapons they had been fighting against, a good base knowledge of items that used spiritual pressure as a power source added.
"Lady Yamamoto, I'm honestly quite disappointed," Kumoi hummed. She stopped her steps at the door, turning slightly to stare at the man. "As a soul reaper, I expected more." (Y/n) glared at him, clutching at her obi as he stood up. "Then again, you may be lacking because of your previous absence, right?"
(Y/n) tasted copper before blood dribbled from her mouth. The pain only grew in her stomach and her eyes widened as shadows formed into men. "I hope you understand, the Kasumioji clan wishes the remainder of your family well but I can't have you getting in my way." (Y/n) grit her teeth and flashed from the room only to feel something pin her foot down. An attack in broad daylight wasn't the smartest move but the look in this guard's eyes told her he wasn't just a guard.
Whatever she had drunk from the tea wasn't helping her situation either as she kicked out with her free foot, sending the man sprawling. She flashed again, hiding behind a building and attempting to mask her spiritual pressure. The front of her kimono was stained red as she crouched.
"Damn it," she hissed. (Y/n) flashed again, stumbling as she leaned on the door to the Yamamoto estate. She needed to reach her zanpakuto, to at least hold it and hang on until an antidote could be produced. It was getting hard to see as she hurried towards her room, slamming the door open. It was a mess inside, the notes and reports sprawled out on the floor and most of the furniture gone through without a method.
She shoved things aside, spotting the end of her sheath and wrenching it forward. The zanpakuto was gone and time stopped for a moment. Anxiety filled her chest just as her stomach grew in pain. She flashed all the way to her grandfather's office, ignoring the tightness as best she could as she slammed his door open. There the old man sat, his eyes widening as she glared at him.
"Where is it," she coughed.
"(Y/n), what's the meaning of this," he stood and stormed to her, grabbing her arms. She could barely see him at this point, her hands grabbing onto his coat and pulling at them.
"Antidote," she wheezed. "Now."