Bleach Vice Captains Novels & Stories

Mama narrowed her eyes as she hit lightly on my back with the rolling pin, "At least respect your mother and don't curse in front of me." I huffed, I barely cursed but some people tended to grate on my nerves. Rolling my eyes, I let myself out of the bed, "Whoever this god is, we will make him eat his words. He is so gonna regret it." "Just don't go near him," Mama sighed as she watched me brush my teeth, "He is a Victor." My eyebrows scrunched as I met her eyes through the mirror, "The Victors?" She nodded. "Why would Victors come to our restaurant?" My voice was muffled as I looked back at her, "They're rich and super snobby. They don't eat in local eatella."

Franklin’s POV The rival captain was not a small man. He filled the doorway in the practical sense, broad through the shoulders, still in his match kit, and his expression was the particular expression of someone who has seen something they intend to get an explanation for and are not going to be redirected from that intention. Rydan and I both stood. The captain looked between us. Then he said, “Sit down.” It was the kind of voice that expected to be listened to. We sat.

Kev calls after him. “But that’s the moral of the punishment, isn’t it?” he returns. “Try not to make her bleed.” “No promises,” Kev replies as he pulls up the ramp. He’s put on a pair of jeans. I have nothing. Just my skin. And I suddenly find myself very naked. “Follow me, Vanessa ,” he demands, leading the way as the engines start to rumble all around us. “The Captain would like a word.”

The room was empty, smelling faintly of industrial bleach and damp paper towels, the harsh fluorescent lights buzzing overhead with a low, irritating hum. While I leaned back against the cold cinderblock wall, closing my eyes and letting out a long, shaky breath, trying to slow the frantic, bird-like fluttering in my chest. My broken wrist throbbed with a dull, sickening ache, but it was nothing compared to the massive, hollow bruise Jaxson’s words had left on my heart. *We don't have time for distractions.* He had looked right through me, his eyes flat and cold, playing the part of the ruthless captain so perfectly that it made me want to throw up.

He lashed out at the speedster but he was no match for her speed, obviously as she blocked his fist with her right arm then going on to deliver a hook with her left arm, connecting with the man’s jaw which had him hitting the floor. “Cap, I think we got ‘em!” she shouted over to Claire who had been busy helping the workers evacuate the building. “Watch out!” Claire called out after spotting a man and woman step into the area, quickly noticing the large weapon in the man’s hands. The APD was moving into the facility to help the captain just as Viper turned but it was too late. The man pulled the trigger and a blast of what looked like yellow vapor shot out of the weapon, hitting the speedster

“Captain, we’re destiny.” Ryan exhales dramatically, dragging the blade of his stick across the ice as we reset at center. “Of course this is obvious,” he mutters loud enough for everyone to hear. “The vice captain is always the one who leads the side opposing the captain.” Finn skates a lazy circle around him, grinning like he just discovered a new hobby. “Aw, don’t sound so tragic, vice! You say that like you’re the underdog in a motivational sports film.” Ryan makes a half-hearted attempt to swat him with his glove. “Get back to your position.”

Para naman di sila masyadong maging maging vigilant sa isa’t-isa and to stop some unpleasant atmosphere. “Vice Captain, this is Zen. A mercenary I hired. Zen, this Vice Captain Illard of the knight squad.” I introduce them in a very short and simple manner. Zen nodded to the Vice Captain and vise-versa. The Vice Captain is very professional, he didn’t question me about a new member he didn’t know would join us. He just accepted my whim with acknowledgement and fair vigilance. I climbed the carriage and closed the door as I said, “yes. Let’s go.”

he added, stepping around the bench to block my light. “I don’t scare easy,” I replied, standing up and fixing him with a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. Blaze looked good in the worst way. His hair was still wet from the morning shower, curling slightly at the ends like it had no idea how to behave. His shirt was slung over his shoulder, forgotten, leaving his chest completely bare and unapologetic. And of course, his smug little smirk was already in place. “Didn’t peg you for a repeat offender,” he said. “I figured one run-in with the Captain would send you packing.”

She requested as she tries to give the bottle to Hyun Ah. "Captain... is this the sanction that you were referring to?" Autumn asked the Captain worriedly. Blanche opened her eyes and give the newbie a sly smile. "Kind of," she shrugs. "Strip," Hyun Ah said casually as she accepts the antiseptic bottle from the Captain's hand. "Oh, being aggressive as fuck," Blanche kid as she strip her hoodie jacket, revealing her bruised and bleeding back to her comrades.

Declan's gaze swept across the room, instantly spotting me standing in front of Ian, swathed in his trench coat. He immediately holstered his gun, squared his shoulders, and gave a sharp, firm nod. His voice boomed through the room with absolute authority. "Captain! Vice Team Two is in position. Give the word." That single title—Captain Huff—cut Leroy's lingering chuckles dead in his throat, making him sound like a chicken getting its neck wrung.