Wind's Calling

Feeling

(Y/n) hissed out as Unohana wrapped (Y/n)'s injury, her hands gentle but the bandages ruthless in their pressure. More were being wrapped around her neck and (Y/n) stopped them, "I'm not injured there, Captain."
"There are punctures," Unohana informed her. (Y/n) felt at her neck, her hand being moved as Unohana continued working. (Y/n) stayed quiet as Isane came into the room, placing a new shihakusho next to (Y/n). "You can still fight. Assistance is going to be needed."
"I can't," (Y/n) sighed. "Whatever they collared me with eye my spiritual pressure and I'd only get in the way right now."
"Oh, I guess these were developed after you disappeared," Isane held out a small teal pill to (Y/n). "They reinvigorate a soul reapers spiritual pressure." (Y/n) stared at it before taking it, dropping her bankai as she pulled off the ruined clothes. It didn't take long to kick in and she took a deep breath.
"I guess squad twelve isn't useless," she muttered.
"Be careful. I don't want to see you back here," Unohana warned. (Y/n) got dressed and bowed as she ran from the room. "And don't use shunko or you'll ruin my work!"

(Y/n) lead a small group, most of the first squad members under her command muttering every time she spoke or gave an order. She'd have to teach them later to complain when her unit was moving the fastest. Something felt off. If they were really behind it, would Kumoi be this scattered? There was a sudden spike of reishi and (Y/n) focused on it. Amagai, Ichigo, and Rukia were the most prominent before Amagai's spiritual pressure vanished into seemingly thin air.
She jerked, the unit stopping and staring at her as she tried to find him again. It didn't feel right. His presence was perfectly fine before he vanished and (Y/n) broadened her search. He was far now, closer to her grandfather's presence and she scowled. "Hey, take the lead. Something's off," she ordered, the men looking to one another in confusion.
"You're- you can't abandon your post," one snapped back. She turned on him, flashing to stand toe to toe.
"I'm not," she stated blankly. "Notice the pattern before you speak your next words. This clan's guards and assassins are in too much disarray to have planned them being found out. Tell me why that is."
The unit looked to one another, a few of them actually thinking before one slowly spoke up, "The guy's a fool or the clan is actually just a pawn?" (Y/n) stared at him and gave a smile, the unit blinking as they stepped back.
"Good, at least one of you is on the same page. Continue where you stopped. Use the same method and I will return as soon as I can," she nodded.
"This ain't a time to smile," the one that spoke against her barked. He pressed towards her a bit more, using his size as an intimidation tactic. She probably looked small and weak to him with all the bandages and she couldn't ignore his challenge.
"I can smile because I'm proud of at least one of you for using their brains," she replied. He flinched as his eyes grew. "Now, I will address you at a later date." She flashed, stopping outside her grandfather's office. She'd have to cut back for a long time, feeling her reserves drop lower and lower as she panted.
The pill had given her a second wind but that's all it had been and fatigue was threatening her. She quietly stepped in, Amagai standing with Rurichiyo tied up next to him. (Y/n) stayed out of his eyesight as she watched him closely, ever so slowly unhinging the blades from one another since she hadn't separated them against the guards. Amagai's threat made her grunt but a cloud of dust came over the room and hands enclosed Amagai. "Captain," (Y/n) flashed next to Captain Yamamoto who gently patted her shoulder.
"Stand down," he ordered.
"Gramps-"
"I am not so easy to kill," he nodded. (Y/n) stared and stood back, keeping her zanpakuto drawn. If this was all so Amagai could kill him than it was needlessly complicated to her. She blocked his attack  by stabbing into the ground and watched Amagai, her eyes widening. It was weak and didn't have the bite she expected.
Amagai had his own bakkouto and (Y/n) grit her teeth when he explained that it negated any and all zanpakuto but his own. (Y/n) moved in front of Captain Yamamoto quickly, the old man unmoving.
"You're going to get in my way," Amagai sniffed.
"What do you think? I could care less why you're after him, you just can't kill him," she snapped. He raised his zanpakuto, the face that had once looked gentle enraged.
"Then you'll die with him," he yelled. She was pulled back behind Captain Yamamoto and her eyes widened a bit in shock. The timing was nearly perfect when Ichigo stopped Amagai's swing but (Y/n) missed it as she fell against her grandfather's back.
"I said stand down," he whispered.

These dreams weren't in any particular order and (Y/n) knew that but this dream was different. It felt calm, almost serene as she stared at the grass just past the blanket. She looked around, the clearing surrounded by trees that seemed familiar. It was one of her older kimonos adorning her, the soft pink making her seem like she belonged in this setting. An arm wrapped around her waist, the body shifting between two different figures.
She knew Shunsui's arm as the grip tightened and pulled her back. It was the paler, more rugged arm that made her uncomfortable in its mystery. It wasn't just rugged but larger, the hold more aggressive and possessive. She was falling backwards, her body lurching to grab onto something and reaching nothing. The arm was still around her waist as someone grabbed her forearm.
It became a tug and she looked down, Grimmjow staring up at her with a large grin on his face. "You know you belong here with me. Rodent or not," he snorted. "A king needs his queen, doesn't he?" It made her want to cry as her free hand gently touched his arm to see if he was real.
Why wasn't she surprised by the softness? Did they really have something more than the twisted partnership she remembered or did something in her adore his abrasive honesty to the world? The sands of Hueco Mundo were under him, seeming almost inviting. The grip on her forearm tightened and she stared up at Shunsui. He had been there for her since they met and even after she returned.
It wasn't the same excitement she was feeling when she looked at Grimmjow, this one more domestic and less violent. It felt better, more right than anything else. It was peaceful.
"Come home," he smiled. "It's time to come home."