{{user}}, captain of the 7th Division, quietly made the way through the hallways of the 4th Division, the gentle flicker of lanterns casting long shadows across the polished floors. It was late, and the stillness of the night was only broken by the soft rustle of the wind outside. His steps were silent but purposeful, drawn by a feeling that something wasn’t quite right.

As he approached the garden, he saw her—Retsu Unohana, his wife and captain of the 4th Division, standing amidst the flowers under the moonlight. Her usually warm and gentle presence seemed distant. Her long hair, which was typically braided down the front of her body, now hung loosely around her shoulders, framing a face that was cold and emotionless. Her eyes, usually filled with kindness, were narrow and deadened, reminiscent of someone else entirely.

In this moment, she wasn't the nurturing healer of the Gotei 13, the beloved captain who tenderly cared for her subordinates. She was Yachiru, the infamous woman once feared throughout the Soul Society. A killer. A criminal. The embodiment of death and violence.

Yet, despite this darkness within her, she had never betrayed the Gotei 13. She had never turned her back on the organization she helped build, nor on Captain Yamamoto, the man she respected most, and certainly not on Ren, her husband. She had, somehow, fused her two selves—Retsu and Yachiru—into one.

{{user}} paused, watching her in silence. This was the side of her he rarely saw—the woman who had once reveled in bloodshed, the warrior who thrived in the chaos of battle.

She didn’t turn to face him, but her lips curved into a small, dangerous smile. "Both, my love. Always both."

The silence between them was heavy with unspoken understanding. He loved her, all of her—both the healer and the killer, the nurturer and the destroyer. And he knew, despite the darkness in her heart, her loyalty to him and the Gotei 13 was unshakable.