8east: Yes, I'm a shipping whore. I don't even watch Bleach- but read the wikipedia articles. I LOVE the reasoning behind this pairing, there's so much complicated bullshit but it's lovable all the same.

If you watch Homestuck, it's like ALL the quadrants mixed together; they're somewhat moirails, totally kismesis' and bordering on matespiritship. And well due to the lack of an auspistice, Aizen ended up killing Gin. Erk.

And I decided to base this on the Royalty AU, since I don't watch Bleach and all. I'll try my best to add the elements from the manga to this story, so rest assured. Do tell me if I'm making them OOC or the facts are wrong.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or it's characters.


Royal Pain
Yet another fanfiction by 8east, who should be working on her OTHER fics.


It was just another day at Las Noches Castle.

Gin hummed as he dipped his fingers into the pond- stretching his long and slim legs out in front of him, enjoying the way the water rippled and bumped against each other. It was a peaceful day. With his husband gone for a ride in the kingdom to check on the towns' affairs, he had the afternoon to himself.

His best friend, Rangiku, was probably painting in her room back at her townhouse in Seireitei. She had taken a liking to the hobby recently. After all, it supplied her with something to do- as the Queen of Hueco Mundo; he was obliged to carry out the duties of a royal alongside King Aizen, and he was not able to accompany her as often as he used to.

Not to mention how difficult it was to sneak out of the Kingdom to visit her. Their Kingdoms were enemies, after all.

"Your Majesty." A cool voice said, jolting the Queen out of his thoughts. Looking to his right, he saw Ulquiorra Cifer, one of his husband's top Espadas, the titles given to his elite fighters in the army.

"Ya want somethin'?" Gin asked, smiling wryly as usual.

The Espada nodded slightly. "The King has ordered me to deliver a message to you. He will be away on an urgent mission- the soldiers of Seireitei have attacked our Southern border, and His Majesty has decided to personally handle the matter."

Raising his eyebrows, the silver-haired man withdrew his hands from the water, wiping them dry on his expensive kimono that Aizen insisted him wear. "Hm, tha' strange. He usually leaves it fer ya and the others."

Ulquiorra stared emotionlessly back at him, but then nodded slightly, his eyes portraying a certain amount of unease.

"That is true. However, it is His Majesty's wish. And as Seireitei's advances have become progressively bolder throughout the months, it only makes sense that His Majesty wishes to put an end to it."

Gin hummed and shrugged. "Alright, I got ya. Thanks fer lettin' me know." He dismissed the Espada with a nod of his head.

The man left, leaving Gin to his own devices once more.

"Gettin' kinda borin' here…" The Queen mumbled to himself. Well, since Aizen wouldn't be returning that night, he could use that time to go explore the town. It had been some time since he had seen the bustling streets of Hueco Mundo at night.

He smiled to himself. It was decided then. Pushing himself off the ground, Gin headed towards him room to prepare for a night out.


He assessed the situation.

They'd need some more reinforcements over by that gate, and then medics to the central camp, and then there was-

"Hah! I'd like to see you try, weakling!"

"You little hussy–"

Aizen sighed. This was torture. He would have to make it up to his wife when he returned- he had planned on bringing Gin out for dinner after his rounds.

But the King had his duties. He just wished that sometimes his Espadas helped solve his problems instead of multiplying them.

"That's enough," Aizen said, eying both Luppi and Szayel. "Both of you are excused from this meeting. I don't want to see your faces until morning."

Luppi looked scandalised. "But Aizen-sama!"

The latter held up his hand, heaving a slight sigh. "Leave. That's an order." He said, the steel in his voice evident. Immediately, the other Espadas in the meeting room (tent) straightened up, sensing their King's irritation.

Szayel scowled and pushed the flap to the side as he exited, glaring daggers at Luppi. The sixth Espada returned the favour, sneering at the pink-haired man.

Aizen closed his eyes, picking up his cup of Chamomile tea and taking a sip. He set the utensil down and cleared his throat.

"Let's get back to the meeting."


The streets of Hueco Mundo were buzzing with activity. Children dodged the wheel-carts and stalls, playing tag, while the grown-ups gossiped with each other as they made their purchases. Different scents protruded Gin's nostrils as he took a deep breath, tucking his hands under the sleeves of his kimono.

It was a less elaborate one than those he usually wore – a light sky-blue with a light-green patterned belt – but it was a smart move on his part. He was trying to be a subtle as possible- without the King or his guards with him; Gin did not feel the need to attract any attention to his person. After all, a Queen was entitled to his own private time.

Anyway, he would have to return before midnight. It was usually when Kira came to check on him, and he would probably blow a blood vessel if he found the Queen missing.

He admired beauty of it all, a more relaxed version of his usual smile appearing on his pink lips. The best time to go shopping in Hueco Mundo's town was at night- when the sun had already set and the temperature was just right.

Manoeuvring his way through the crowd, he approached a food stand. It sold fresh fruit of all kinds- apples, oranges, pineapples, bananas, watermelons… and they all looked delicious.

Gin took out his wallet and eyed the persimmons.

"How much yer sellin' those fer?" The silver-haired man asked, turning to the attendant. She smiled at him shyly. "They're ten kan each, sir." She replied.

"I'll take two." He said, handing over the money. Nodding, she kept the money in the pocket of her apron and placed the fruit in a brown paper bag, handing it over to Gin.

Taking his purchase, he gave her his atypical smile and continued walking through the crowd.

As he neared the edge of the street, he saw a stage-show taking place. Humming, Gin approached the crowd and observed. Apparently, it was a romance story of sorts. The actors were dazzling, their voices carried out through the crowd clearly. The props were well-made as well, Gin noted. This was a good amount of effort put in for just a street stage act.

Whatever it was, it caught his attention alright.

He stood at the left side of the crowd, and didn't see the wheelbarrow rolling downhill from his right, intrigued by the play.

Just as the male-lead finished speaking, the Queen felt a heavy load bash into his right hip, knocking him to the floor. The people around him scattered, surprised.

"Ow… tha' freakin' hurt…" Gin winced, rubbing his sore hip. He was sprawled on the floor on his ass, feeling rather undignified. A few people made to help him up, but then a loud and boisterous voice called out.

"OI! What's going on here?!" Gin recognised that voice- it was Grimmjow, another member of his husband's Espada force.

Well, ex-member anyway. Grimmjow would have to retake the trials if he wanted to regain his rank- he had been outshone by Luppi, the current sixth Espada, who took his title from him.

It was a pity, really. Grimmjow was one of his favourite people to tease. Luppi was alright, but he possessed several qualities that were similar to his, so he was somewhat predictable.

... And Aizen had always been harsh in terms of 'survival'. The best stayed, and the losers were thrown out; that had been the way of the Espada Rankings for as long as he could remember.

As Grimmjow berated the wheelbarrow owner, Gin took the chance to slip away. It wouldn't do any good if he was found out now…

Sneaking into a dark alley, it was only then that he realised that he'd left his bag of fruit on the floor when he fell.

"Aw, darn it." He huffed under his breath.

Just then, a hand came out of the darkness, pressing a piece of cloth onto his mouth and nose. He flinched, and struggled, his hand reaching for the dagger he kept in his kimono pocket- but the assaulter was too fast.

"Stop moving. Close your eyes…" The voice (clearly a man's) said in his ear, gripping Gin's hands in his as the cloth fell to the floor.

The last thing the Queen remembered was feeling this odd sense of numbness as he fell into a pair of strong arms, holding him tight.

"Sleep well, Your Majesty." The man said.

And he did.