Bleach: The Two Gods of One Family

Hey guys!

Here it is the Aiyan x Yoruichi Romance One-Shot chapter!

To be honest, I'm not the best when it comes to writing romance… I think I used up every last brain cell trying to get this scene just right.So let me know in the comments did it hit the mark? Did you enjoy this softer, more emotional side of the story?

Note:This chapter isn't smut or anything explicit. It's purely about building romantic tension and adding emotional depth to both characters. Think of it as a slow-burn moment that gives more heart to the bond between Aiyan and Yoruichi in the overall story.

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Three days before graduation and the highly anticipated Captain Duel…

The sun shone brilliantly in the sky, its golden light casting warmth across the Shinō Academy grounds. A soft, refreshing breeze danced through the air, cooling the warmth of the day with a gentle touch.

Aiyan leaned against a sturdy tree trunk, posture relaxed and lazy. He looked like someone taking a peaceful nap, not a man about to challenge a veteran Gotei 13 captain after just one month of practice. His appearance alone could fool anyone.

With a soft sigh, he murmured under his breath, "It's about time…"

A sudden gust of wind tousled his hair, and he lazily opened his eyes, blinking up into the sunlight.

There, bathed in golden light, stood a slender figure.

Skin the color of sun-kissed wheat shimmered in the sunlight. Her golden eyes gleamed with mischief and mystery, giving her an alluring glow.

Yoruichi Shihōin.

She smiled, casually sitting down beside him and offering him a neatly packed bento box.

Aiyan returned her smile and began eating slowly, savoring each bite. Between mouthfuls, he praised without hesitation, "Yoru-chan~, your cooking is getting better and better every day. This is really good."

A faint blush colored Yoruichi's cheeks. Whether it was from the compliment or the nickname, even she didn't know. Gritting her teeth lightly, she huffed, "How many times have I told you not to call me that...?"

"Oh? Then how about 'pussy cat~'?" Aiyan replied with a mischievous grin.

"You!!..." Yoruichi's face instantly turned a deeper red—flushed with both embarrassment and indignation.

Aiyan burst into laughter, reaching over to pat her head. "Alright, alright… I won't tease you anymore," he said, trying to suppress his laughter.

Turning her head away with mock grievance, Yoruichi added in a slightly theatrical tone, "What fun do you get from bullying an innocent and poor girl like me?"

With a relaxed grin, Aiyan casually wrapped an arm around her shoulder and replied, "The same fun you get when teasing Byakuya. I just can't help it—you look so cute when you're flustered."

It was oddly comforting, watching Yoruichi get teased. This future flash goddess, known one day for her swift movements and bold humor, now revealed a side still innocent and immature. And what more comfortable that, she only ever showed these playful antics in front of him. To everyone else, she remained a distant noble goddess—an existence out of reach for seven lifetimes.

A soft blush returned to her cheeks. She pulled his arm off her shoulder with a small grunt, turning her head aside. "That's still not a good reason to bully me all the time."

"Okay, okay. No more teasing," Aiyan said, raising his hands in mock surrender.

"Hmph!!~" Yoruichi huffed. "To the outside world, you're this prideful, dominant prodigy. If people saw you acting like this, they'd drop dead with their mouths hanging open."

"Hmph!!~" Aiyan mimicked her tone with exaggerated snort. "And whose fault is that, huh? Ever since you started coming here every day, I've turned into a nagging chatterbox—just like you!" he teased, pointing a playful finger at her.

"Hahh!! That's so mean! You're calling me a nagging girl and a chatterbox now?" Yoruichi shot back with mock outrage.

"What? Shirking responsibility now?" Aiyan continued with theatrical exaggeration. "What will people think? What will my brother Aizen think? His calm and confident older brother—who radiates dignity and dominance—reduced to a playful chatterbox full of antics?! And all because of one mischievous Shihōin princess!" He pointed his finger at her again, grinning wildly.

He added with mock seriousness, "Believe it or not, Princess Yoruichi, I'm suing you. For emotional damage. For completely ruining my calm and confident personality."

Yoruichi listened in stunned silence, a large, cartoonish sweat drop practically forming on the back of her head.

"..."

Their gazes locked—quiet, still, suspended in a moment that teetered between absurdity and understanding.

And then, as if some invisible tension snapped—

And then—

Burst out laughing. Their laughter rang out in the air, free and full of life.

If someone else had seen this scene, they might've blurted out, "This is AI-generated, no way this is real."

One was Yoruichi Shihōin—the next clan head of one of the four great noble houses and future 2nd Division captain. To commoners and even nobles alike, she was someone to be admired from afar, an unreachable star.

And the other?

Aiyan—

The millennium's greatest prodigy. Entered the Shinō Academy with captain-class Reiatsu. Defeated every instructor on his first day. Now preparing to challenge a veteran captain after just one month. In the eyes of the common people, he was a legend, glowing so brightly that others couldn't even look at him. 'A walking Aura farming'.

And yet—

Here they were. Laughing. Teasing. Entirely human.

Because people wear different faces depending on who they are with.

To the world, Aiyan was calm, confident, and untouchably proud—

A man cloaked in mystery, distant and unreadable.

But to those he truly cared for?

He was something else entirely.

With his younger brother, he wasn't the cold strategist or millennium genius.

He was simply a kind, encouraging elder sibling.

And with Yoruichi—

He became someone different yet again.

Someone full of playful antics, A chatterbox who laughed too loud and teased too much.

Was it a mask?

An act?

A contradiction?

No.

It was simply the part of himself he only allowed a chosen few to see.

The laughter faded slowly, as though the sky itself had shared their joy and now returned to stillness. Aiyan tilted his head toward Yoruichi, his eyes softening with familiarity.

"So now," he began, stretching his arms above his head, "shall we check on your progress?"

Yoruichi smirked. "Okay, let's get started."

Without warning, she kicked the air and unleashed a powerful arc of compressed energy—a slash spanning tens of meters—directed straight at Aiyan, who remained standing in a relaxed stance.

"Yoru-chan~," Aiyan called out playfully, not flinching, "trying to catch me off guard using a move I created?"

Though his voice was light, his eyes were not. Beneath the lazy expression shimmered a dangerous sharpness.

He casually extended his hand. The glowing slash neared, flashing in the light. With an effortless gesture, he caught it mid-air and crushed it into Reishi particles, scattering them into nothing.

A flicker of admiration crossed his gaze. "Incredible. In just a short time, you've already managed to infuse Reiatsu into the Shinigami Rokushiki?"

Just learning the Shinigami Rokushiki was already a feat—only a handful could do it. But to infuse it with Reiatsu? That was another level entirely. She was already brushing the edge of Version 1.0.

She truly had the shadow of her future—of the strongest Hakuda user.

Yoruichi puffed her chest proudly, a smile spreading wide on her face. Earning his recognition—was something she quietly longed for. It was why she trained until exhaustion day and night.

"Okay now," Aiyan said with a smile, stepping forward. "Let's go through all the styles one by one."

For the next hour, they moved across the training grounds. Aiyan watched carefully, occasionally stepping in to correct her forms. Patient, instructive, always focused.

Eventually, as their session began to wind down, Aiyan asked, "So, how far have you come with your Shunkō training?"

Yoruichi collapsed on the ground, panting, her sweat-soaked skin glowing under the afternoon sun. But at the mention of Shunkō, her eyes lit up. She jumped to her feet, newly energized.

"Umm... Well, my Kidō was already at a decent level, but my Hakuda and physical strength were lagging. After learning Shinigami Rokushiki, both improved a lot. I think I'm finally ready to begin Shunkō practice," she said, pride shining in her tone.

Aiyan nodded with approval. "Indeed, you've reached the threshold. Let's begin then."

He stood in front of her and began explaining. "Shunkō requires extreme and precise Reiatsu control. Your body must also be strong enough to handle the compressed, violent nature of that Reiatsu."

As he spoke, he slowly removed his kosode. From his bare shoulders, an incredibly intense surge of Reiatsu erupted. It roared outward like a beast—but then, almost instantly, it was drawn back in. The chaos calmed. The pressure remained.

He demonstrated the Shunkō, his movements fluid and exact. Step by step, he guided her to replicate the control.

Yoruichi gritted her teeth, focusing as she followed his instructions. She drew the Reiatsu to her shoulders. It hurt. The pressure crushed against her nerves. But little by little, she adapted.

"Don't increase the output or intensity," Aiyan said, his voice clear and firm. "Let it flow. Once you've stabilized this step, we'll move forward. Understood?"

Yoruichi pouted, clearly capable of doing more—but for now, she obeyed. She began channeling the Reiatsu toward her limbs.

But how could someone like Yoruichi—rebellious and prideful by nature—resist pushing just a little further?

She raised the output slightly.

What could go wrong, right?

Wrong.

The moment she did, the compressed Reiatsu turned chaotic. Unstable. Violent. It erupted from within her like an explosion.

Aiyan, who had been watching, noticed the instability in an instant. His smirk vanished. He reacted faster than anyone else could have. A tidal wave of his own Reiatsu exploded outward, blanketing Yoruichi's rampage before it could fully ignite.

But even with his intervention, a burst escaped.

BOOM.

Yoruichi was launched backward, her body limp in the air, tossed like a leaf in a storm.

Before she could hit the ground, strong arms caught her mid-air.

Warmth. Steadiness.

She looked up weakly. Her body was bloodied—arms and shoulders torn—but what stunned her most wasn't the pain.

It was the face above hers.

Worried. Desperately anxious.

She had never seen that expression on Aiyan—not even when facing Gotei Captains or Soul Society's top instructors.

Only now. Is it for her?

Her thoughts blurred, until his voice pulled her back.

"I told you not to increase the output! Why don't you ever listen, you idiot!" His voice cracked with a mix of anger and panic.

His hand hovered above her wounds, glowing with vibrant green light. Healing Kidō surged into her skin. The pain faded, replaced by warmth. She didn't resist. She stayed right there, in his arms, listening to his heartbeat—racing. Uneven.

When her wounds closed, he didn't let go.

"You're reckless," he muttered again, softer this time. "Shunkō isn't something to rush. If I hadn't sensed the change in time…"

Yoruichi, still resting in Aiyan's arms, looked up at him calmly and asked in a soft voice, "Why do you react like that? Why did your heartbeat and breathing spike like that, hmm?"

Aiyan froze.

He heard the words clearly—but couldn't respond.

Or rather, he didn't know how.

Why had he reacted like this? Why had anxiety—real, sharp, gut-twisting worry—overtaken him? Was this truly the first time he had let something shake him like that?

No. This wasn't the first time.

It was the same feeling—the same fierce emotion he'd felt once before…That moment when Aizen had been in danger of death.

He understood that. Aizen was his younger brother. His family.

But Yoruichi…?

What position did she hold in his heart?

Was it friendship?

Or something far deeper?

He didn't know. Not yet. Not clearly.

Yoruichi's soft body remained cradled in Aiyan's arms. Neither of them spoke. They simply stared into each other's eyes, as if searching for an answer—one they themselves couldn't voice, hoping the other would somehow speak it for them.

Then, in silent agreement, they leaned forward.

Their lips were just a breath apart.

The wind hushed. The world itself seemed to still—as though the very air had promised not to intrude upon this moment between man and woman.

Their lips met, tentative at first. 

A delicate brush.

Like a breeze gliding over still water.

The hesitation melted away.

Aiyan gently pulled her closer, their bodies pressing together. The warmth of her frame against his chest, the feeling of her heartbeat steadying—he held her as if he never wanted to let go.

His grip on her waist tightened.

Her arms curled around his neck.

Neither wanted to pull away. Not now. Not yet.

Even time seemed to pause.

The leaves no longer rustled. The light breeze stopped passing through, choosing instead to circle around them—silent witnesses to something sacred.

The fading sunlight cast their joined figures in hues of gold and crimson.

It felt as if Soul Society itself had acknowledged them—bathed them in a divine light, as though to honor this quiet, powerful convergence.

Two hearts, once distant, now drawn together by something unnamed.

There, beneath the open sky, in the glow of a dying day, Aiyan and Yoruichi kissed deeply

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Now for some exciting news—

I'm planning my next one-shot, and this time, one of you will have the chance to appear as a side character in it!

Spoiler: The role will be that of a powerful OC Kidō Corps Commander,

I'll be selecting one reader from the reviews of this book. So if you haven't left a review yet, now's the perfect time! Drop your thoughts in a review, and who knows—you might become part of the story itself