The world of death!

Soul Society! Seireitei! The aristocratic Kuchiki Mansion! "I'm sorry to trouble you again, Vice Captain Duke." Kuchiki Byakuya bowed to express his gratitude, his tone full of sincere gratitude.

In the fifth year of their marriage, his beloved wife fell seriously ill. He searched all over Soul Society for famous doctors, but none of them could cure her. Even the captain of the Fourth Division, Unohana Retsu, was helpless against this strange disease. It was almost a death sentence in advance.

This was like a bolt from the blue for Byakuya Kuchiki. Five years was too short. For lovers, five years was just a blink of an eye. It was so short that it seemed like they had known each other only yesterday. A healthy god of death could live for at least a thousand years. Byakuya Kuchiki could not bear the news that his beloved wife was about to die. He was unwilling to face the cruelty of being separated by life and death and only five years of memories.

Just when Byakuya Kuchiki was in despair, Unohana Retsu recommended his vice-captain to him. It turned out that although Duke could not cure Hime's strange disease, the ability of Moon and New Moon could suppress the deterioration of the disease.

"You're too polite, Vice Captain Kuchiki. I didn't do anything." Duke apologized, "Mrs. Kuchiki's condition is not so much a disease as it is a problem with her soul. There's nothing I can do about it... Maybe the 12th Division's Technology Development Bureau will have a radical cure. They have been doing in-depth research on souls for a long time, and they are more professional in this area than our 4th Division."

"Having said that, if it weren't for your help, Hime would have been in great danger. I'll always remember this favor, Byakuya Kuchiki." As he spoke, he bowed his head to express his gratitude.

"It's okay. My current identity is just Hime's husband and I can't represent the Kuchiki family. If any rumors reach your ears, please be sure to tell me and I will clear up these troubles for you." Kuchiki Byakuya said seriously.

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After bidding farewell to Byakuya Kuchiki, Duke turned and walked towards the 4th Division's barracks. Along the way, every time he reached a corner, he would tiptoe and look out to see if Kenpachi Saraki was around. Ever since a certain beast chopped down Kenpachi Oniyaki and became the new captain of the 11th Division, Duke's leisurely days were over.

"Okay, okay, you have big breasts, whatever you say is true." After being teased like this, Duke sobered up instantly. He pulled Rangiku, who was still drunk, and prepared to send her back to the Tenth Division.

...Midnight! On the streets of Seireitei, two staggering figures supported each other, walking side by side with their arms around each other's shoulders. The passing Death Gods smelled the strong smell of alcohol on the two and quickened their pace to avoid the two drunkards.

"You told me about this before at the dinner table, Dong Shilang, right?"

Of course, in Duke's opinion, this is simply a bad fate. Kenpachi Zaraki's fights are always to the death, and one of the two must fall down before the fight is over. Duke would be crazy to fight him, and there is no personal hatred between the two, so they have to avoid each other all day. Fortunately, Kenpachi Zaraki is a road idiot, so even if Duke meets him halfway, he can turn a corner to get rid of him, and they have been at peace all the time.

The two walked and stopped, passing by the 4th Squad's barracks. Duke originally planned to send Rangiku back first, but just as he passed the door, the tightly closed barracks door opened.

"That's too much. I'll come visit you next time."

Duke was sobered up after hearing Rangiku's sorrow, and he supported her shoulders properly, putting away his thoughts of taking advantage of her. He wanted to speak but hesitated. Duke knew that Rangiku was talking about his childhood sweetheart, Gin Ichimaru. In the original novel, the two of them didn't end up together, which was really a pity.

"cut!"

As he spoke, Duke's hand pinched the plump buttocks again.

“…”

"Why not? What if you get drunk and someone takes advantage of you? Rather than being taken advantage of by others, it's better to be taken advantage of by me." Duke said shamelessly, pretending to have a lecherous look, staring at the deep ditch in front of him.

"Oh, I suddenly remembered." Rangiku was confused and grinned foolishly: "A few days ago, I met a white-haired kid with outstanding spiritual power in Rukongai. The kid can already communicate with his Zanpakutō. It's a pity that he can't control it and almost killed his grandmother. What a fool. I recommend him to report to the Maou Spiritual Academy. He will definitely become a powerful guy in the future. By then, I will be the captain and he will be my vice-captain. Hahaha..."

"Is this your latest trick? You didn't really think I was drunk! Be careful or I'll tell Captain Unohana that you took advantage of me when I was drunk." Rangiku slapped Duke's hand away, her feet staggered, and she almost knocked both of them down.

"Thank you for your concern."

"So you've been drinking too much!"

"Then I'll tell Captain Unohana and let her teach you a lesson."

"Isn't this Duke, the deputy captain of the Fourth Division? What are you doing here secretly?" Just as Duke was peeking around, a slender hand patted his shoulder with a slightly teasing tone.

"How dare you say that to me? You're not working properly during working hours, but hanging around here. Captain Shiba is probably looking for you all over the city!" Duke pouted and retorted. The two were both vice-captains, and they joined the company not too long ago, so they were considered peers. They had a very good relationship among the vice-captains... like good friends.

"Tsk, am I scared?"

No need to think, he must have been slacking off at work and ran out to hang out.

Duke turned around, and the first thing that caught his eye was a bottomless ravine, two white nipples that were almost bursting the death suit. A beautiful face under short orange hair, a sexy beauty mole at the corner of the lips, and a peach-colored scarf tied around her delicate neck. Who else could it be but the vice-captain of the 10th Division, Rangiku Matsumoto.

"What the hell is that? I didn't understand a word of it."

"How is that possible? It's just a little bit. I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. If you don't believe me, we can have a second round." Rangiku said unconvinced.

"I'm not drunk... That guy is just an asshole... Hiccup... Do you know who I'm talking about? You're trying to persuade me... You're not a good guy either, just like him, a jerk."

"I was shocked. It turned out to be Rangiku!" Duke looked at the giggling Matsumoto Rangiku, and after calculating the current time, he roughly knew the reason why the other party appeared here.

Duke took a deep breath. At this moment, time stood still and he seemed to feel the malice in the world.

Duke smelled the aroma of alcohol at the tip of his nose, and he looked helpless, so he had to persuade: "You've drunk too much, don't think too much, he must still love you."

"I say, what are you doing with your hands?" Rangiku said unhappily. When she came out of the hotel, a dishonest hand was placed on her waist, rubbing her peach buttocks from time to time.

Matsumoto Rangiku's eyes turned into crescents as she smiled, pursed her sexy lips, and said seductively: "You guys are so free, do you want to meet tonight?"

"Well, work requires a balance between tension and relaxation! Being on edge all day long is harmful to my beautiful face." Matsumoto Rangiku did not deny that she was skipping work. Facing Duke's contemptuous gaze, she made up some twisted and narcissistic arguments, and finally asked, "Have you finished your work today?"

"I went to the Thirteenth Division to treat Captain Ukitake in the morning, and went to the Kuchiki family to treat Mrs. Kuchiki in the afternoon. Today's work just ended." Duke said and glanced at Matsumoto Rangiku warily: "What do you want to do? Why are you asking these questions all of a sudden?"

"If you dare to take advantage of me, I will chop off your dog paws." Matsumoto Rangiku straightened her chest without any care, then stretched out her hand and gestured, then used her finger as a knife to cut ruthlessly.

Unohana Retsu walked out with a smile on her face. Seeing Rangiku lying on Duke's shoulder, she narrowed her eyes and said amiably, "Isn't this Miss Matsumoto from the 10th Division? And my vice-captain, you still remember to come back!"

For some reason, Duke suddenly felt a terrifying murderous intent permeating the night sky, and countless black mists seemed to rise behind Unohana Retsu. Duke shook his head to dispel the illusion before his eyes. Just as he was about to speak, Rangiku behind him rushed out first and hugged Unohana Retsu. Due to the height difference between the two, when Rangiku hugged him, Unohana Retsu's head was buried deep in the open collar.

"You're too polite, Vice Captain Kuchiki. After all, you are the heir of the Kuchiki family and the future captain of the Sixth Division. It's not in keeping with your status to thank people all the time." Soul Society is a strictly hierarchical society, and Duke didn't want to provoke some idle nobles because of Byakuya Kuchiki's bows. Although he was not afraid, it was too troublesome, and it was better to have less trouble than more.

Duke stumbled a step and hurriedly helped Rangiku up, only to feel something warm and soft in his palm. He was so scared that he quickly withdrew his hand and placed it obediently on the other's waist.

Rangiku gave Duke a middle finger, looked at the full moon in the sky, missed the figure in her heart, and murmured to herself: "Why is that guy turning a blind eye to me when I am so beautiful?"

"Are you hiding from Captain Zaraki?" Rangiku Matsumoto teased with a hint of gossip.

Duke was speechless. This was the first time he heard someone talk about skipping work and going out to drink so soberly and elegantly. She was a beautiful woman with curves, but her shamelessness made him feel inferior.

"Bingo, it's that guy! Did I tell you? I don't remember him at all..."

"Hey, what's that look in your eyes? If you don't make an appointment with me, I'll find someone else." Matsumoto Rangiku said unhappily, her tomboyish demeanor clearly visible.

Kenpachi Zaraki is a qualified battle maniac. After arriving at the Soul Society, his first target is the current Kenpachi. The three axes of the parallel import are limited in strength and cannot satisfy his desire to fight. After killing the opponent with just a few moves, he is still not satisfied and finds Duke, ready to renew their relationship.

"It's not the wine that makes people drunk, it's people who make themselves drunk. There's no way a person who wants to get drunk will not get drunk." Duke hinted at something and shook his head. The word love can really kill people.

"That bastard————" Rangiku suddenly yelled, like a drunk, pulling Duke's collar: "He is inseparable from a man all day long, could he be turned gay? What should I do then?"

Duke blinked and looked aggrieved: "Rangiku, you misunderstood me, I'm not that kind of person. In fact, this hand of mine is a prosthesis, it's completely out of my control, and I can't do anything about it sliding down."

Unohana Retsu stiffly raised her head, slightly opened her narrowed smiling eyes, twitched her mouth and asked, "Ms. Matsumoto, what are you doing?"

Rangiku pointed at Duke, her endless grievances bursting out in an instant, tears streaming down her face: "I'm reporting it. That bastard just took advantage of me being drunk and kept touching my butt."

“……”Duke.

Big sister, are you trying to kill me... Are you really drunk? Thanks to 'our, sky-only belongs to us' and 'punch to the flesh, real man' for the reward!

(End of this chapter)