Saga of the Princess of the Hollow World (Youjo Senki x Bleach)

[Rymu]

Okay, but that turns into a gun bit, tho!

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I mean her part inner self part remnants of a cursed artifact is a gun who is also a demon chick version of herself. Lilynette ain't special.

 

[Morphile]

I mean her part inner self part remnants of a cursed artifact is a gun who is also a demon chick version of herself. Lilynette ain't special.

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She's still special for being out and about by default.

 

[Aigloss]

Layers of misunderstandings are only growing. Its hilarious. Can't wait until all of that comes crashing down.

Hopefully Tanya and her little family manages to weather the storm.

I really like the snippet about Old Man Time lore, its fits perfectly with Central 46 to try and invade Los Noches and get spanked.

Kaien breaking out into seperate Hollow is unique take. Especially when some other stories take "ichigo is kaien" reincarnation route.

 

[Centergg]

Just finished reading chapter 6, not yet read 7, but I must comment. I imagine what When Kisuke and Co was talking to Picaro and Tanya and Nel, I imagine Roka was standing there keeping eye on things, terrifying Kisuke with flashbacks. She IS mad scientist' creation. With horrifyingly stable reyatsu. And powerful analytical mind. Ksuke could see in her eyes numbers being crunched. He wasn't so terrified since watching 4th Captain being serious.

And it all adds to misunderstandings

 

[QuickSilverD]

So how strong is Tanya right now, relative to canon Bleach?

 

[Centergg]

Nnoitora... didn't expected him to be genre savvy.
Suspicious.

Okay, but that turns into a gun bit, tho!

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Tanya can see this only as a positive.

 

[GabeC1997]

Kaien breaking out into seperate Hollow is unique take. Especially when some other stories take "ichigo is kaien" reincarnation route.

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…wait, I thought Ichigo was one of the Soul King's reincarnations? Him being a hybrid doesn't explain his Fullbringers abilities, and I'm pretty sure if he thought it would protect his friends he'd allow himself to be dismembered…

 

[Centergg]

In a flash I have a crazy vision of Mayuri versus Roka happening here.
Maturity just stares at Roka for fifteen minutes without moving and then says:
"Why I can't think about a way to defeat you?"
"Because you do not know me."
"Fair. Can I retreat now?"
"You can."
"I will come prepared. Next time."
Mayuri retreats.
Fran asks: "Was you... flirting?"
"Maybe."

 

[Jesse K the Bubba]

…wait, I thought Ichigo was one of the Soul King's reincarnations? Him being a hybrid doesn't explain his Fullbringers abilities, and I'm pretty sure if he thought it would protect his friends he'd allow himself to be dismembered…

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He's not the Soul King's reincarnation, because the Soul King doesn't die. Fullbringers were believed to be humans whose mothers were attacked by a Hollow while pregnant with them, but further information revealed they have a tiny piece of the Soul King in their soul. They can also be Shinigami or Quincy, and possibly even Hollow.

The Kaien reincarnation thing comes up in fanfiction on occasion, usually with the explanation that he was purified, but Aaroniero ate his Zanpakuto and was using it to copy him.

And if he actually thought that's what it would take, sure. But he's a fighter first and foremost. You can bet your ass he's going to push to get every a available option laid out and exhausted. Even when he died he didn't stay dead, more than once.

So how strong is Tanya right now, relative to canon Bleach?

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You'll see.

 

[Rymu]

That Tanya is concerningly long. Also she's missing her ahoge.

 

[CronaAbarn]

That Tanya is concerningly long. Also she's missing her ahoge.

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It's an illusion spell, the real tanya is behind you stealing all your chocolate and coffee.

Anyway I wonder if the soul expelling technique tanya uses to purge herself when she eats hollows can be taught to others and if so, will they keep the power. If they do keep the power, every hollow who doesn't want to be usurped is going to want to learn it and soul society will get a massive influx of souls as a result. If they lose the power then it would still be a very useful technique for expelling rebellious souls and prevent them from hijacking the hollow who used it.

 

[Jesse K the Bubba]

That Tanya is concerningly long. Also she's missing her ahoge.

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Manga version

It's an illusion spell, the real tanya is behind you stealing all your chocolate and coffee.

Anyway I wonder if the soul expelling technique tanya uses to purge herself when she eats hollows can be taught to others and if so, will they keep the power. If they do keep the power, every hollow who doesn't want to be usurped is going to want to learn it and soul society will get a massive influx of souls as a result. If they lose the power then it would still be a very useful technique for expelling rebellious souls and prevent them from hijacking the hollow who used it.

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It's a plot point

 

[Jesse K the Bubba]

Author's note beforehand, all of the "scientific" stuff here is canon to SOTPOTHoW, even if the story portion itself is not. That includes the totally scientific reason for Szayel's hair color.

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Saga of the Princess of the Hollow World

Chapter ?: Three's a Crowd Crowned

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People could say what they wanted about Szayelaporro Granz, that he was obsessive, impulsive, compulsive, insane, weird, strange, oddly homoerotic, but none could deny that he was a genius! Which honestly just made his current work more than a little...frustrating. He had been trying to clone a few Arrancar since it was one of the many things on Aizen's List (capitalized, as it was that important) of things for him to experiment with. After all, if they could clone, say, the Espada, then they'd just have to make a few clones of each one and basically run ramshod over the Shinigami in short order. With enough clones, it wouldn't even be that hard. Barely an inconvenience. However, there were inconveniences in the way of this simple (on paper) solution. First, he was pretty sure they'd have to grow the clones from infanthood. Not too hard. Growth hormones, nutrient injections, and hypnosis training could speed things along. He'd get around to figuring that out if only he could get past the first hurdle.

Hollow DNA was not like human DNA.

Oh, it had human DNA. Lots of it, in fact. Unfortunately, because most Hollows worth anything were actually the amalgamation of thousands of human souls, which all carried a spiritual version of their DNA from life (some minor alterations here and there thanks to the transition doing a combination of resetting and mutating to adjust to a spiritual existence), once they became Menos Grande, all of that got more or less blended together. Normally, not a problem. He'd just isolate the proper sequence. Except, most of them did not have a proper sequence that could be isolated. Even though every last Adjuchas had a single soul in charge of its total being, the makeup of its body took bits and pieces from many of its souls collectively to form it. It's why he had naturally pink hair now, despite being blonde when he was alive. Somewhere along the way, one of the many Hollows that formed him ate the soul of a flamingo. Szayel just had to eat some shrimp once in a while to keep it in this nice shade.

Faced with this conundrum, Szayel made many tests on various sorts of Hollows and finally managed a breakthrough when he grabbed a soul right on the verge of encroachment and cloned the resulting Hollow. Rather than a normal baby soul or some mishmashed creature that shouldn't exist like in past attempts, this time, he actually got a real clone of the Hollow. There were differences, of course. This was still soul science, after all, and a person's innermost being was as important for determining how a spirit looked as much as their DNA, hence why both souls and Arrancar had such a broader range of phenotypes than their living counterparts, but it was still a very close match.

So, it seemed that the answer was to only try to clone Arrancar with a single soul, until such time that he could figure out how to sequence the DNA of hundreds of thousands of souls at one time whilst accurately comparing them to the existing body. In other words, only useful for the things they had no examples of and something that could only be useless if they did exist.

...Wait, no, there was an exception. In a manner of speaking. The Princesa, a creation he was most proud of despite her supposed enmity towards him - it was kinda adorable, really. The term Ichimaru used to describe it was 'tsun'-something - had been born with a single soul. As was every 'naturally' conceived Hollow. He'd run the tests before. Even if they were Adjucha or Vasto Lorde in form, they had always been born into the world single-souled. Which meant that their body had its DNA 'straightened out' for lack of a better term. Whatever sequences the parents passed down reformed into a stable strand, which also gave stability to born Adjuchas, nixing the issue of falling into a Gillian. Unfortunately, he had few examples of this to work with, and all of them had eaten some Hollows here or there by this point, he was sure, and that could muddy results and just bring him back to square one in the testing. Instead, he would approach this from another angle.

Deep in his storage freezer, he had kept the umbilical cord and placenta harvested after the Princesa's birth frozen. He'd only ever used samples from it a handful of times, but it was a unique specimen that he likely would have to wait decades to get anything even close to it unless he went out and made one himself, which he really didn't fell like doing. The baby souls he had to deal with and make Hollow nannies for were more than enough. They'd be useful little specimens, but first they had to be grown into that usefulness. From both parts, he took samples to clone from. Then, as another test, he had one of his Fracciones go retrieve a fresh sample from the Princesa. He half-expected it to get blown apart on the first try (perfectly acceptable as he had some rejuvenation drugs he wanted to try out for a different entry on Aizen's List), but apparently, he was smart enough to go to the lesser Pala scientist Fraustein for assistance. She got it rather quickly and efficiently (if only she wasn't such a moralist, he could actually have a decent assistant he didn't have to make from the ground up), and the work began in earnest.

Months later, in vats partly made of recycled flesh, metal, and glass for viewing, he had three perfectly normal Arrancar fetuses with little variation to the original.

Success! Aizen will be pleased!

...Or he would, if this could be applied to anything other than the born Hollows, but that seemed decades away from feasibility.

Maybe he could convince Harribel to donate some ova?

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She thought she'd lived a good life, given the circumstances. Sometimes the memories of the war would come back to keep her up, and then there was that reporter who had been so doggedly determined to dig up her past. Well, by the time he found out, she was already old, and along the way, he had pretty much exonerated everything she ever did that could've been used against her. After that, it was pretty much all clear. She was safe, retired, had plenty of loved ones, and was even comfortable on her deathbed as the hourglass slowly trickled down.

Any regrets? Eh, none worth mentioning at this point.

But then she woke up to being pulled out of something squishy and gross, placed on a cushioned table, and looked over by a strange, pink-haired man with bright amber eyes and glasses that looked like they were made of ivory.

"Ah, there we are! Subject Alpha is looking alive and well. Should be crying though, we need those lungs cleared."

She then felt her foot being grabbed between two fingers and her toes being flicked. It hurt, and she tried to tell the man to knock it off, but her voice wouldn't obey and only came up as gurgles. Realizing what her tininess and inability to speak meant, she started shouting out in anger.

'Did He forget to turn off whatever let me keep my memories? I've been reincarnated with my past life again! This definitely counts as something to complain about! I just got done telling my great-grandchildren goodbye! I don't want to remember those crying faces for another 80 or more years!

'And what's this about 'subject'? Am I a science experiment in this life?!'

"There we are. Now to check the other two."

'There's more?!'

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She liked to think she did well.

There was only so much one could do, in the end. As powerful as any mage can be, they're still only one person. People might believe that there are "Great Men" throughout history who pushed civilization to its current state, but the truth is that there are circumstances behind and around all those historical figures that shaped both them and their environment. Take Alexander the Great and put him in Feudal Japan, and he might not do so well there, even if you wave away the language barriers and give him enough men to start. So was she, too, just someone shaped by her past and the situation around her. Without those memories, without the war, she would've been a very different person leading a very different life. Even if her magic meant she was bound to the military whether peace continued or war began. Maybe talented in this or that, but certainly not whatever people thought she was: prodigy, genius, or what-have-you.

Still, she's pretty sure she did the best she could muster, even though they were defeated, even though she was defanged, defamed, and denounced.

She really did expect that trial to go way differently though. Turned out, her lawyer knew well both the laws and how to play a crowd. Yes, he basically had to foot the whole butcher's bill she racked up to the former government of the Empire and make her look like a smart, but ultimately immature child. It took a lot of tongue-biting from her, but it was pride she had to swallow. This wasn't a mere argument, they had been fighting for her life!

But it worked? She was basically banished from her homeland after all was said and done, but seeing as they were getting lambasted and blacklisted for 'using an innocent girl to wage their bloody wars', she couldn't blame them. Strange how the new administration kept it in place, though.

So she was taken away to live out her days in political asylum on the island nation partly responsible for everything getting that far in the first place. It wasn't all bad. The food wasn't great, but she was basically guaranteed a job. Almost got through to retirement age, too.

Then some vengeful soldier knifed her in the back. She wasn't even sure who it was or why, other than a mention of their 'father's death is avenged.' She would have told them off if one of her lungs weren't full of blood.

But then her daughter shot the attacker, her aim as impeccable as it ever was on their little hunting trips. The assailant lived long enough to hear her scream, "Mother!" before the second shot blew off their skull (though she could barely see it at that point), but she was certain she saw the horror in their eyes before death claimed them first.

They must have knicked something important because she blacked out not long afterward. But now her eyes were opening again. But things were not at all how she expected. She'd been stabbed before, though not quite like that, but this wasn't like waking up from a stab wound at all. In fact, it reminded her of something a little older.

"Subject Beta's doing good as well. Hair color didn't change, but seems wavier. ...Are you writing this down or chewing on the pens again?"

"Wah, sorry Master Szayelaporro!"

The weird, pink-haired doctor sighed and pushed at his nose as she realized she probably needed to act the part of a baby properly and start crying.

"Never thought the little rock would be the best note-taker. Anyways, time to get Gamma."

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She really wanted to scream, but being immersed in liquid made that hard. Wait, she was in the air now. Good! Let the world and Being X hear her roar!

...Oh, that's a baby's cry she's doing. And...there are more babies around? Yep, at least two she could make out.

So, that damn unkillable Valkyrie actually got her in the end. Damn stupid orb overload! Well, she outdid her old man, at least. She actually managed to get the target, even if it cost her an eye and all the brains behind it. Small comfort, in the end.

"Ooh, a real healthy set of lungs on this one!" some effeminate, pink-haired doctor said as he set her on a table, other doctors and nurses tending to the cord and cleaning of her infant body. From her side, she could see two more baby girls in the same situation as herself. However, they both had strange growths on their heads that looked like bone. "Subject Gamma is perfectly healthy. Forming a mask near the back of her jaws. Interesting, it's in two parts. Reminds me of my brother's ornery pack leader."

She didn't like how this was shaping up. If the looks and terms were anything to go by at all, then this was looking like she had been reborn as some sort of science experiment. Being X must have known that she would try and get out of the situation if she could, so he went and closed off all other avenues. Now she was stuck with whatever designs this mad scientist had in mind. Oh, she was going to tear into Him next time He bothered to come down and gloat!

'Damn you, Being X!'

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"Sister, you need to eat more," Tasha, the silver-haired girl with a mask formed on her head like a circlet and a hole below her heart admonished her younger 'sibling'.

"But it's so gross!" Tina, whose mask was under one eye and mirrored by a silver Stigmata, hole where her belly button would have been, complained, sticking out her tongue. "Not even Albion made cuisine so tasteless."

The poor girl had apparently been an expat after the war, but unlike herself, got placed in Londinium. Not so bad, but as she told it, she died of a stabbing attack. Tasha wasn't sure what she did to get reincarnated like this. Maybe it was a fluke?

"It's apparently all clones like us are worth," the ironically named Ticha groused, forcing down her own nutrient paste with an expression most wroth. Her mask formed on both sides of her face, looking like the back of some beast's jaws, and her hole was in her neck. She died in a suicidal attack and blamed it on 'God'. Probably a religious fanatic from Francois. There were a lot of those, even before the Tiegenhoff psycho. Must have gotten her in the desert. "Not even worth the salt it'd take to add taste."

"Don't be like that. If we're lucky, this will be the last time we ever have to eat this stuff again."

"What makes you think this Lord Aizen guy is going to change anything?" Ticha grumbled.

"Yeah, he's the one who ordered our whole creation in the first place?"

"For one, we're going to be the cutest, most innocent-looking science experiments anyone has ever seen," Tasha explained, a smile slowly growing on her lips. "And if that doesn't do it, I think I finally got a message to the princess."

"Wait, the one the drones keep talking about?" Ticha asked, looking curious.

"She's supposed to be extremely competent and utilitarian, right?" Tina added.

"That's what they say. And she has a lot of pull. Not to mention, if I'm correct, then she also might be something of a softy." Tasha's smile took on a more devious tint. "Szayel keeps complaining about her 'Pala scientist' not being willing to take real risks. I managed to find a way to ask what he meant without sounding out of place, and now I know why. She's not allowed to be nearly as brutal with her experiments. All above board kind of things, like one might expect from a 'good guy' organization."

"That's a bit of a reach," Ticha pointed out. "And how do you know this message even reached her?"

"It was Bludo."

"Ah, that one." Ticha immediately understood where the confidence was coming from, then. "She's going to know soon if she doesn't already."

~

Not long after their flavorless lunch, Aizen's inspection came around, and alongside him was a girl about twice their own height, with blonde hair, blue eyes, a crown-like mask, and a hole at the bottom of her chest.

"You bastard!" she screamed while rounding on the mad scientist. "Who said you could make clones of me?!"

"I'll have you know I had Aizen's full backing for this project." At a look from said man, Szayel cleared his throat and corrected himself. "...That is, while I had not specified who the clones were of, there was never any stipulations about limiting who to clone."

'That's it! Our ticket out of here!'

"I oughta have you tossed into an incinerator with all the damn experiments you've made!"

That, however, immediately crushed their hopes. Normally, the three would have schooled their expressions and stood firm, but there was no chance of that working here. They weren't appealing to the military arm of an empire, they were trying to get a princess to take pity on them. So the three cried out in fright and started clinging to each other as if scared and desperate, making sure to look as frightened and as close to tears as possible. The princess looked back at them, and her rage was replaced with shock and remorse as she seemed to realize what she'd said.

"H-hey, I wasn't... I didn't mean you three," she tried to explain.

'Keep up the tears! Keep up the tears!'

Well, the samurai with glasses looked disappointed, but that was fine. They didn't need the general to approve of them. They needed the royal family. They just had to get this princess to go crying to her father or mother, whichever had the crown, and get them out of this laboratory.

"While impressive as a whole, Granz, the subjects leave something to be desired," Aizen pointed out. "If you could repeat this, how long will it take to raise up more...suitable examples?"

"While I have done my best to apply growth treatments to these three, the best I could manage was getting them to age at a human rate," Szayel lamented. "Assuming the rate is constant, we're looking at around 14 to 20 years, if I start with new samples as soon as possible."

"It would appear then that this avenue of approach is not worth the investment. Feel free to discontinue the project at your leisure. The army won't be able to incorporate it in time at this rate."

"Of course, my lord. Should I dispose of these, then?"

"Absolutely not!" the princess yelled before clearing her throat and then standing up straight and putting her arms behind her back, doing her best to look dignified despite the outburst. "If you have no further need of them, then I will be taking them into my custody. Whatever the origin, these are still good, useful Arrancar of Vasto Lorde stock. If properly taught and cultivated, they will become a force to be reckoned with in a few decades."

"Yes, yes," the madman said while waving his hand dismissively. "Go take them home and let Roka play with them or whatever. What, are you going to want the soul clones while you're at it?"

"...the what clones?"

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Figuring out what to call each other was hard. The mad scientist who made their bodies in this life just gave them numbers. In Ispagnan, for some reason. In the end, they agreed to all abandon their old name and wrote a new one on a piece of paper before all sharing it at one time, and that issue was solved.

"So, you actually let her live?" Marian asked Martha, who nodded.

"I just...couldn't do it. Not when she was just holding her grandchild like that. I wanted to, so badly, but then I thought about...how much I hurt for so long, and I realized I'd just be doing the same thing to someone else. To a lot of someones. And if I did that, wouldn't I have just been worse than her, in the end?"

Marian grimaced. "Maybe. ...I...didn't even know. I was just so angry about how everyone seemed to be sanitizing her role. They pinned everything on the government and acted like she was some innocent angel forced at gunpoint to commit all those atrocities, but... I don't know, maybe she was. She was just a kid for the whole war. And if she really thought that it was 'follow orders or firing squad' and 'kill the enemy or be killed by them' the whole time... I never even entertained it until after I died. And right before that girl who looked just like her got me, she was crying and screaming, "Mother!" Did I become the actual monster in the end?"

Martha looked uncertain, and Maddy shrugged.

"I don't know. I think I managed to kill her at Tiegenhoff."

"What?!" the other two half-shouted. Out of all their past life stories shared, that was probably the most surprising bit up to this point. "How?"

"Overloaded my orb. I would've been fine without it, but I think she blew off half my head."

"How would you even know that?" Marian asked her.

"The other half stuck around long enough to die in the explosion, but I know she was at least gone from the waist down." She then frowned. "You guys are actually making me feel bad about it, though. Do you think she could've gotten better after the war? That she wasn't really...evil?"

"Well, mine was definitely completely changed," Marian admitted. "We even talked, and...I think she recognized me. Maybe even knew that I knew. She was willing to let bygones be bygones and just live out her life, working for the US government."

"If I had paid more attention, I might know better," Martha said with a downcast look. "But if she had a daughter willing to...kill to protect her? Guess it's best I never had any children. The cycle ended."

"Hey, you look rather invested over there," Marian called out over to one of their male companions. "Got anything to add? Anything you wanna share?"

He shook his head and continued huddling behind his pillow. "You guys go ahead. It's all...interesting."

Lehrgen wondered which sin exactly had earned him this kind of hell. He had no idea if any of these reborn Bloody Valkyries were from the same world as him, but the fact that two of them had managed to kill her frightened him beyond belief, even if they had nothing like their past lives' powers. And the one that hadn't actually done it had apparently seen her grow into old age. He could be a little happy that she'd learned to be human in one life, at least.

The second scared him, though. If they all agreed that maybe it was the Empire's fault that she became what she did - and he couldn't blame them, honestly - then that meant whatever ire they had left would be aimed at people like him. Better to pretend he was some fresh soul rather than another unfortunately reincarnated one. Like those five who had also been watching with strange interest. Not focused like he'd let himself get, just curious as children can be. The girl looked a little upset, though. Well, it was rather sad, in a cosmic sense.

Then the door to their little cell barracks was slammed open, and she was there, a crown of bone upon her head, three smaller versions just behind her legs.

The three Valkyries were probably extremely thankful that their new bodies had different hair colors than before.

"Szayel, you bastard!" she called back. "Now I have to open an orphanage!"

...what?

 

[Finagle007]

Even Being X isn't this sadistic.

 

[Rymu]

Should probably include the notes you put in the SB version that only the science bits are canon...

 

[Rymu]

Sorry for the double post but I gotta crosspost my omake or my brain will explode.

Omake: Unconditional Motherly Love

The mother that was once a tool was, for the first time in years, truly struggling with the role she had been given after her daughter took her from Szayelaporro. Word had reached her about the most recent meeting that her daughter had attended with Lord Aizen and the Espada, surprisingly before the girl herself who had found other duties to attend to for the next few hours instead of joining Roka to spend time together and speak of her day herself. The information had been, instead of some new improvement to Las Noches or it's various organizations, about Tanya herself.

Evidently one half of the latest Espada, one Lilynette Gingerbuck, had been rather forward with Tanya and unintentionally revealed Tanya's interest in her own sex. To much teasing from Nnoitra who also attempted to provoke Baraggan with claims that his lineage would end thanks to Tanya. Roka did not know how to process the tangled knot of emotions regarding the Espadas' actions, with Lilynette seeming to bear no ill will and Nnoitra simply being wrong as Tanya's mere existence proved, so she discarded the thought to focus directly on her daughter.

It should not be of any real concern that Tanya prefers girls, yet Roka can't help but feel like there is something she should be doing as a mother.

Something important, for when Tanya returns home.

Roka expends a handful of her vacation hours to skip out on her duties as a medic for the day, so that she can delve into researching a solution. Nel is out with her mother's friends for the day and Roka's own motherly intuition, a concept she learned of early in her role as Tanya's mother and hopes she's honed well over the decades, tells her that Tanya will be late. Intentionally so this time, which only spurs Roka to more fervently devour any information she can find on this facet of parenthood.

She does not like what she finds.

More than any other subject under the umbrella of parenthood that Roka has data on, a subject already fraught with flawed data and ungrounded opinions, handling a child who has been revealed to be homosexual is incredibly contradictory and divisive beyond all reason. The "advice" rooted in theology ignorant of the nature of the universe or an incorrect understanding of biology is directly contrary to all notions of being a good mother that Roka has learned with it's mildest advice being rejection of the child. The worst advice evokes an emotion in Roka that she recognizes as kin to Tanya's feelings toward Szayelaporro.

She almost doesn't trust the opposing opinion.

It really couldn't be that simple, could it?

A handful of the quicker and cleverer agents with permission to visit the living world are needed to acquire what Roka does not have on hand in time, but it is well worth it. As when Tanya finally makes it home, Roka feels a warmth she cannot articulate as she pulls her daughter into a hug and tells her that nothing will change how much Roka loves her. A confused but enthusiastic Nel joins in and Roka pointedly ignores whatever reaction she feels coming from her daughter until she can compose herself and pull free from the embrace. Her small family then moves to the dining table, where a rainbow-iced cake sits waiting to be cut.

 

[Jesse K the Bubba]

Roka feels a warmth she cannot articulate as she pulls her daughter into a hug and tells her that nothing will change how much Roka loves her.

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Beautiful, my guy. I may actually fold this under semi-canon (the timeline is very bunched up atm, and I'm already a third through next chapter)

 

[Rymu]

Beautiful, my guy. I may actually fold this under semi-canon (the timeline is very bunched up atm, and I'm already a third through next chapter)

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Yeah, I got the feeling that the timeline was screwy which is why I had Tanya fuck off for an afternoon to deal so Roka had room to work. Way too much going on but I do at least hope the incident during the meeting isn't weighing Tanya down like an ME companion with an unfinished loyalty mission once the plot around Rukia kicks in.