An Experiment in Solidarity [Closed]

"HAAAAAAAH," A wide grin crossed over the face of the usually-sombre Shinigami, his cheeks as red as his hair and his mind twice as fuzzy. With another yell he placed the glass back onto the bar and beckoned for the bartender to bring out another. His vision, while usually pretty decent, was slowly getting to the point of no return. However, he just couldn't seem to get past that tilting point. Voices played over and over again in the back of his mind, trying to get him to just push everything away and kick him while he was down. He tilted a bit on his barstool, trying his best not to fall over--if he looked to be too drunk, then they might just kick him out. That would mean that he'd be on the streets, drunk off his face. T'was better for him to be in here, at least.

His next drink was poured, and someone approached him with a smirk. He looked up at them, and they appeared to be some rather pretty woman. She leaned over and, while whispering sweet nothings into his ear, attempted to pull him up off of his seat. While it would be perfectly normal for any other semi-drunk person to go with this pretty damn attractive woman, it took little effort for Dai to push the woman off of his lap and get back to his drinks. He didn't need that--he was still in mourning! He didn't need to have some silly bimbo come in and attempt to take him away from his drunken stupor. Grumbling to himself about people 'ruining a perfectly good drinking session', he instead got another drink and chugged that one back. Tonight was gonna be a long night with no memories--which was easily better than shitty memories, for once.

In every other situation, it would have taken but a moment for Daigoro to sense the approaching Kaminari and turn to greet her. But he was drunk. "Hey, you're letting some of your Reiatsu out. Calm it a bit..." He slowly turned to look at the familiar face and gave her what was probably his best smile, yet in a completely off-his-face fashion. "H-heeey, Kaminari. What brings you here?" He smiled goofily at her before returning to his drink, wondering now why he was actually drinking. Ah well. Sighing softly, he pulled back another drink and swallowed it down with a satisfied smile. He looked over at her with a chuckle and unfocussed eyes. "What are you trying to forget? ... Besides the obvious, please..." He winked slightly and swallowed back the rest of his drink. "Y'know that medic girl who's been helpin' me out recently, uh... Minari, Misari... Midori! She decided t'ask about what's been eatin' me up recently. It sorta... brought back some thoughts. Some pretty nasty ones." He scowled and drowned himself in the rest of the drink, beckoning the bartender over for some more. The bartender gave him a funny look but obliged anyway.

His gaze turned completely on Kaminari, who appeared to be drinking back just as much as he was in a shorter time--was she attempting to reach his level of drunk as quickly as possible? "Gotta catch up some how..." He sighed softly and laughed a little bit in return, shaking his head. "Ain't ya a lightweight?" He felt his words slurring a little bit. "Ah well. Anyways, what brings ya here? You seem a bit off-kilter yourself--somethin' you need to forget as well, Kaminari? I've been hearing stories--something about," His voice lowered down to a whisper as he leaned in to her ear as best he could, "You an' the Third Division Cap'n, Sascha Koenig." He chuckled and leaned away, looking at her and attempting to stabilize himself while still under the effects of copious amounts of liquor.

Her reaction would've been just as he had expected if he were sober. Instead of properly understanding what she was doing, he instead remained in a drunken mindset and grinned at her widely, "What kind of stories?" He laughed, winked at her and waggled a finger, "Weeeeell, I hear stories that you two have been spending a lot of private time together. A lot more than most Captains do, anyways," He giggled softly, stretching out and patting her on the back, "Y'know, such a desirable woman as yourself, I'm not shocked that you're attracting members of both sexes. I'd almost be tempted t'try my own luck!" He would not be talking like this if he weren't drunk. "Nah, wh-why don't you tell me about Midori." He raised an eyebrow and looked directly at her. What about Midori? Last he'd checked, all she was doing was looking after him. Admittedly, it did seem strange that she was looking after him, especially since it had been over ten years since that incident. He'd even started paying her, since she refused to leave when he asked. She then started coming less, down to twice a week from every other day. Part of him missed it, in fairness. "What about her?"

"When are you an' her gonna... Uhm... Yeah." He slowed down his movements and looked at her with a weird expression, "When're we what, Kami?" He tilted his head and felt himself slowly unbalancing, managing to catch himself before he fell off of his stool, "OH! Midori likes you... so... go for it or something. Stop keeping her waiting... Y-Ya -hic- jerk." Well, that stopped him in his tracks. His eyes widened a little bit and he sighed softly, shaking his head. "Y-y'gotta be kiddin' me, Kami. There's no way she li-likes me! I'm jus' some depressin' bastard wit' difficulties lettin' go," He laughed loudly as his drink was refilled and he downed it, "It's more likely tha' th'rumors abou' you an' Cap'n Koenig are true than tha' happenin'. She jus' keeps comin' 'cuz I pay her."

"N-Not -hic- about me, da-damn it! Wait, what?" He held back a laugh, only barely noticing that she was taken aback by what he had said. Wait, what had he said? He blinked a couple of times and attempted to remember what he'd said, almost totally forgetting that she was telling him about Midori as well. Eventually, the conversation turned back to Midori once more and he hiccuped, waiting for her to finish replying to him, "-hic- No. That's stupid. You pay'er, yah, but she goes an' buys you stuff with the money, duh! How have you not figured this out?!" He shook his head a little bit, trying to get rid of those thoughts, "Now why would she do that, hm? I don't wanna disagree with you, but I figure someone as beaut--beaoo--boot--pretty as her would already have a man, especially one better than I could be, eh?" He shrugged and looked back at his drinks, rubbing his temples. He had apparently hit ten drinks by now.

"Next time ya see'er... Just give her a big ol' kiss. After everythin' she's done fer y'er ass, she deserves it." Seriously?! He sighed softly, shaking his head again and watching the room spin a little; wheeeee spinning. "Whaaaatever y'say, Kami. Whatever y'say," He reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder, "I'll do tha' if you decide to do somethin' abou' these rumors with Cap'n Koe--" His words were stopped as he felt himself overbalance. As if reacting normally he attempted to hold onto what he was holding onto, but completely forgot that the person he was holding onto was Kaminari. His body fell and he pulled her with him, landing on his back and having her weight land on top of him. She was warm, soft and quite light--their noses touched up against each other and they locked eyes for a couple of tense seconds. His heart began to beat with rapidity, and he felt her warm breath touch his cheeks. Normally, by now, he would've attempted to get up off of the ground--but for some reason, his arms went from their place on the ground and around her body, pulling them even closer together. The rest of the movements went on their own, and he acted before even thinking. His chin moved upwards and, in the middle of it all, his eyes closed and their lips pressed together. He thought he'd want to pull away, but his entire body resisted. His mind was telling him no, but every part of his body was saying yes, this was to happen--even if it was only once, he was going to get to have this happen.

Well, that went better than he'd expected it to. He felt her hands grip onto his uniform and hold him up closer, and her mouth return the kiss in much the same way that he'd given it. His body squirmed underneath her in a fervent attempt to get them closer together, and even if it was only over ten seconds he felt the kiss grow more passionate by the moment. Even if he would never act upon it otherwise--right in this very moment, she was the only thing that he wanted. Until, of course, he felt liquid splash down upon the two of them. That broke the illusion of beauty that they were sharing, and she climbed up off of him, Dai making a soft whimpering noise as the passion was broken. "This isn't some brothel! You and your woman get out of here, damn it." Twitch, twitch. Kaminari looked down at him before she'd climbed off of him and he watched her get to her feet, slowly sitting up and grumbling something about stupid reality. He smelled alcohol and realized that it had been tipped upon him, before standing up and looking at the man himself. While Kaminari may have been smaller and definitely ready for a fight, it took Dai a couple of seconds to get himself back together.

Now, there's something one must know about Daigoro Ito. It matters not how he acts--when you see him regularly, Daigoro is calm and kind. However, in this very moment, somebody had just been comparing his best friend--and part-crush--to a prostitute. Sneering slightly, he stepped up behind Kaminari, towering somewhat over her and staring at the man with eyes that spoke droves. Almost pissing himself, the man quickly ducked away and ran to the other side of the bar, hiding behind about five other men who appeared to be thugs, and friends with him. Dai beckoned the barkeep over for a moment and nodded, handing over some money and taking about half of a bottle of booze from him. Uncorking it with his teeth, he raised it up to his lips and chugged back the last of the alcohol. "I'm done playin'." Without any instance of warning, he stepped forwards, around Kaminari, and flung the empty bottle at one of the thugs, hitting him square in the face and breaking the glass on him. If they were gonna protect that fucker, then Dai was gonna make their lives suck.

You don't insult Kami, whether she was his friend or his 'lover' at the time.

He grumbled to himself as the man hid behind them, watching Kaminari move up as if she was hot shit. He wanted to tell her that they would probably be able to beat her in this state, but it seemed that she couldn't be put aside by it. He sighed softly as she rushed the first of the men, picking him up by the face and basically lauding her victory over him, "I'm so sick of men like you constantly messing with me. Stooop. You're annoying me. -hic- Y-You know... It's not smart to mess with -hic- people just because -hic- you think the- -hic... hic... hic, hic... hic.- Ow it huuurts!" He sighed softly as she went into her hiccuping mess and stepped away from him, letting him go and attempting to walk past. Why she thought they'd just let her go he did not know, but he couldn't exactly fault them for grabbing her and pushing her back up against a wall herself. He shook his head as this happened, knowing exactly what was about to go down. However, it was nothing more than the voice of the man who had pissed himself and run off that caught his attention.

"Is she a virgin?" His voice was almost buttery-smooth as he approached, producing a switchblade from his hip, "Is she really? She looks it, you know. I feel like I could force myself into that tight little hole and pop that cherry without a care in the world. A cocksleeve, if you will. Yes, I could make this little one my cocksleeve--a slave to all of us. Wouldn't that be nice, men?" The thugs simply laughed and nodded, and Dai's arms almost slumped in response. "Even if she isn't, I could get someone who knows healing Kidō to tighten that thing up for me anyway. She'd be our little slave, and you couldn't do anything about it." He pushed the blade up against her stomach and leaned forwards, licking her face with a sadistic and gleeful expression. "Bad move."

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Almost instantly, the full force of Daigoro's Reiatsu was unleashed within the room. Even if he wasn't quite there yet, it was easily comparable with that of a Captain; enough to cause the men who were originally quite confident in themselves to look amongst their brothers in worry. "Please, tell me," The male leaned down and picked up one of the barstools his force of power had knocked over, "How it feels to have a barstool shoved up your arsehole." Without any warning, Daigoro was immediately on top of the sleaze, knocking him to the side with the stool and pressing his knee into the face of one of the bastards holding Kaminari back. He was drunk, sure. However that may be, rage flowed through his veins and guided each and every one of his movements as instinctively as if he were sober. Once the first chair was reduced to splinters, he picked up the next and started to basically duel with the men with a barstool, as if it were just another sword. He almost perfectly blocked and parried, before knocking the rest of the men down with pretty much no sweat at all. The man who had threatened Kaminari got back to his feet and walked over to Dai with a frightened expression, brandishing the switchblade with a shaking hand.

Sighing softly, Dai relaxed and pressed his finger against the forehead of the man, who would basically just faint. Apparently he'd missed one of the guys, who let Kaminari go and ran out of the bar quicksmart. Catching Kaminari from the wall once it was over, he looked over at the bartender and told him to charge the Seventh Division (he'd pay the rest out of his own funds), before throwing Kaminari over his shoulder and helping her out of the bar. Once they were in the cooler night air, he looked over at her and smiled softly, letting her get to her feet. "I apologize for that. Things got... out of hand, I guess." He frowned softly, but he found that once the adrenaline was gone, his vision started to blur again. Yep, still drunk. "What now? I guess we part ways soon?" He didn't feel like going to another bar. His mind was still rushing from the kiss, and he wanted to just collapse and sleep.

Apparently, she'd taken a bottle of alcohol with her when they were leaving the bar. He wasn't sure just how much damage they'd caused, but he didn't want to stick around to find out. Instead, his drunken mind just wanted to get back to the barracks and sleep. He sort of started leading Kaminari in the direction of the Seireitei, looking at her when she started to speak to him. "I still got... uhm... Wait, what?" He blinked as she stumbled a little, the man stumbling a bit himself and laughing a bit louder than he should've, "I'm... Uh... I think I'm drunk. Yeah, that's it. Y'er gon' have a headache in the mornin'. Why dun' you h-head back to the Seireitei... An' go to bed. I' ll check on ya in the mornin'." He tilted his head to the side and shook his head, groaning, "I think I 'ave an 'eadache righ' now, actually. Uuuughhhhhh." He placed his hand on her shoulder and tried to lead her in the direction of the Seireitei, taking her a bit further if he could--yet it seemed all for naught as she simply slipped out of his grasp and handed him the half-full bottle of alcohol. "I... uh... Hm... yeah, I don't need any more of this. You take it, I'm, uh, going for a walk." Not only had she taken a bottle--it had been a full bottle. Despite that, he accepted it and nodded, watching her leave without actually thinking 'this could be a bad idea'.

Despite that, he turned away and started heading back in the direction of the Seireitei, shaking his head and groaning. He needed to sleep, damnit. The warmth of her lips was still present upon his own, but he was no longer giving that any thought. Instead, he just wanted to get back and sleep. He didn't even hear the footsteps passing him, heading directly in Kaminari's direction...

Humming to himself a soft tune, Dai found himself meandering slowly back towards the Seireitei. He seemed to be sobering up in the cold air, but definitely not enough to be called 'not drunk anymore'. He wandered down the street, not hearing the footsteps coming up behind him, realizing only as the man appeared in front of him. It was dark, and Dai couldn't exactly recognize faces or anything--"Hey! I gotta give this letter to ya. Take it to Captain Sascha Koenig, a'ight? Nobody else can read it, savvy?" Dai blinked at the youthful-sounding male as a piece of paper was shoved into his hand, the Arrancar (not that Dai knew) disappearing from sight the moment the exchange had occurred. Still not entirely sure of what was going on, Dai sort of looked around a little bit with a weird expression, before shoving the piece of paper into a pocket and shrugging, "Wha'ev'r. I'll get to it once I wake up t'morrow, I figure." He grumbled a bit to himself, stumbling through the streets and getting back into the Seireitei. The Night Watch gave him dirty looks that he shoved off, instead finding his way back to the Barracks--it took a while, seeing as his sense of direction was a bit fucked by the alcohol--but he eventually slumped back into the Barracks, into his room and face-first into the bed. He didn't even remove his uniform, letting sleep take him.

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When he first awoke, he was under the covers and most certainly naked. Wondering how the hell he'd gotten there--though guessing why he was naked--he sat up slightly and looked around to see that things were being cleaned up by the usual bright and cheerful green-haired woman. Although he didn't recall them exactly, words of Kaminari's echoed in his head, "Mornin', Midori." After calling out into the distance, a head of green hair popped around the corner, and he was met with a bright smile. The woman returned his greeting and toddled over towards his bed, asking him how he was and the like. He just smiled and nodded, complaining a little bit about a headache. "Oh, right. Lean over a bit? Kaminari asked me t'give you somethin'." Not sure why he was doing it, she obviously complied and he leaned up and gave her a prompt kiss on the lips, before suddenly falling over and slumping back to sleep--still absolutely shattered. He would forget about this kiss as well.

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Not long after that, he would wake up again to see that she'd finished her chores, taken the money left on the table and promptly left the place clean. He sighed softly, shaking his head and getting his thoughts together. First order of business was to step into the bathroom, washing all of the gunk and dirt off of his figure while he did so. The water washed down his face and body, clearing his mind and fully waking him up. "Gah, no memories at all... That sucks." Sighing to himself and complaining about the amount of drink he'd downed, he stepped out with a towel around his waist and looked at the desk--there were two things there, the half-full bottle of alcohol (which he actually remembered) and a letter. Blinking and rubbing his eyes, he stepped over to the letter and picked it up, opening it and reading the first few lines.

Dear Captain Koenig. If you are reading this, then it is up to you to know that we have kidnapped Captain Hatakeyam--

"...shit."

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