my test bok for fanfiction so i can use the tts

Unohana's hands are trembling.

It's an interesting sensation, she thinks as she regards them impassively. She's not here to fight, but her body betrays her, knowing that there's a stronger enemy then any she's ever faced in front of her.

Survival instincts are curious things.

Beside her, Gin is practically vibrating with restrained tension. He's been quiet all day, even more so than usual.

His hearing in front of Central 46 had not gone well. The Council had been nearly rabid, looking for someone to blame for the disaster, and Gin, child though he was, was the only scapegoat they had at hand. Unohana had escorted him out even as Shunsui and Juushiro had stood to plead for clemency. The final decision would likely not be handed down for several hours yet.

Which gave Unohana just enough time to implement her not-so-clever plan.

It mainly consisted of dumping Gin on the mercy of Urahara and his coterie, under the premise that Urahara had spared the boy once before, and Central 46 certainly would not.

She didn't like it, exactly, but she didn't condone killing children, either. This was her best option.

Unohana clasped her hands gently in front of her, setting her zanpakuto on the ground, and led Gin forward into the cave.

Kisuke senses her first--of course he does. Ichigo only realizes that she's here when Kisuke whistles, sharp and clear, an old signal from the scouting parties, back when those were a thing. His head has snapped towards the entrance, Yoruichi and Tessai mirroring him like bloodhounds. Shinji and Ichigo sense her a second later, followed immediately by Kensei, then Lisa, then the others nearly simultaneously. Some of them tense warily, save for Shinji, who looks as grim as Ichigo has ever seen him, preparing himself for a fight to the death. Ichigo knows that he's one of the old guard, the ones who still remember how she used to be, before Yamamoto brought her in and Zaraki fought her. Before she was the serenely terrifying healer of Soul Society. It's a fascinating comparison, the stark fear edging his reiatsu versus the wariness in the others, but Ichigo doesn't have time for that, because Kisuke and Tessai and Yoruichi have already flashed towards the entrance, prepared to fight, and it might be his Kisuke but there's no way either of the others can stand against an Unohana determined to fight.

Also, how the hell did she find them?

By the time he gets there, there's already a standoff. No one's holding a blade to anyone's throat, but with assassins and kido masters of this quality, no one needs to. Most interestingly, though, is that Unohana's zanpakuto is nowhere to be seen. It's a clear gesture of peace, nevermind that he's seen her cast level 90 kido with barely even a gesture.

It's the tiny Gin tucked behind her for the second time in under a day that really gets his attention, though.

With what appears to be his usual level of tact, Ichigo drops into the middle ground of the standoff and grins broadly at Gin, waving cheerfully at the wide-eyed not-child. He likes Gin like this, still too skinny and distrustful but far more innocent, his icy mask less perfectly honed.

Everyone twitches at his sudden arrival, except for Kisuke, with whom he's played "idiot distraction" more times than he can count, and Unohana, because even if he can take her in a fight she still terrifies him for the same reason Yuzu and Orihime and Rukia terrify him.

Unohana steps forward, both hands clasped in front of her, and bows politely.

"Shiba-san, Urahara-san. Thank you for meeting with me today. I would not have approached you, but the Central 46 was about to commit a travesty of justice, and I found myself unable to stand by and watch the execution of a child for something he did not do."

Gin lifted his chin defiantly, face pale and hard. Ichigo barely controlled his own expression.

"Wait, they wanted to kill him? For what? He hadn't done anything yet! He was working against Aizen!"

Unohana tilts her head slightly, a silent acknowledgment that showcases none and all of her latent fury.

"I was hoping that Shiba-san would be willing to, ah, steal Ichimaru-san. For his own safety, of course, but still."

Ichigo sees no problem with this, since Gin seems pretty okay with it. He's about to agree when Yoruichi speaks up, harsh and distrustful.

"How did you find us? No one should be able to sense past the wards."

Unohana hums, a trace of amusement and satisfaction filtering into her tightly leashed reiatsu.

"Shihouin-san, I have known where this place is since you three began sneaking out of the Academy to build it."

Yoruichi glances away, for once. Much to Ichigo's surprise, a faint trace of embarrassment appears on her features. Kisuke laughs, fluttering a hand at Unohana across the entryway separating them.

"Ah, Unohana-taicho, we were much less experienced, back then. It's a wonder all of Seireitei doesn't know where we are."

There's a warning, hidden behind the words, and Ichigo knows that Unohana senses it as well as he does. She directs her serene smile in his direction.

"Urahara-san, I do believe no one but myself and… well, all of you, now, know where this is. And if we are truly lucky, it will remain that way."

She bows again, ushers Gin forward, and leaves without fanfare. Gin looks utterly uncomfortable at being the sudden center of attention, especially with the Visored and their slightly terrifying intensity. Shinji in particular is eyeing Gin with a predatory smile. No doubt none of them have forgotten that he assisted in their downfall, ulterior motives or not.

After a long moment of silence, though, Gin clearly grits his teeth and turns to face Shinji.

"Hirako-taicho. I...apologize, for the part I played in your, um, Hollow-fication? I wouldn't'a-- I wouldn't have done it, except that I needed him to trust me, and I couldn't afford to have limits. But I understand, if you don't want ta-- to have me around."

He's clearly making an effort to repress his native accent, even as the words bite his tongue when he speaks them. Gin is from Rukon, and most all of them know just what an admission of wrongdoing, of guilt, of debt , can cost you there.

Ichigo and Kisuke wait. It's the Visored's decision, here, to accept or reject what was offered. Ichigo won't let him die, of course not, but he'll have to work something out if he can't have the two parties in the same space. Besides, he thinks this might be good for them, help keep resentment and hatred from building up behind the scenes, fueling their darker halves.

Shinji makes his move first, and as the eldest of the former shinigami, his decision holds the most weight. Gin doesn't step back as Shinji approaches, just lifts his chin and meets steady grey with quicksilver blue. There's a long silence as the captain and his third seat size each other up, and then something that might almost be considered proud touches the elder's wide grin.

"Eh, yer fine, brat. It ain't like we don't know how why ya did it. You ain't got ta apologize ya us."

Somewhere, off to the side, Yoruichi snickers at the wide-eyed look being bestowed upon the Visored as a hand drops heavily on his head, ruffling the silver hair with surprising gentleness.

That breaks the tension, and Mashiro bounds forward, chattering excitedly about nothing important and followed with unconvincing grumpiness by Kensei. The rest follow in their footsteps, trickling over to meet, greet, threaten, and otherwise make friends with the newest member of their little band of outcasts.

Or, well, they're not actually that small anymore, Ichigo realizes. With half of the strongest surviving members of the Gotei 13, several assassins and thus technically the Onmitsukido, and the leader of the Kido Corps, they've gathered quite the sizable force.

He sighs as much to Kisuke, who despite having figured this out at least twenty four hours previously, takes the information with all due gravitas.

By which Ichigo means he laughs himself sick and declares that the Soutaichou is going to have an aneurysm.