Disclaimer- I don't own BLEACH, just Ai, Manami, and a few others that are not featured in this first chapter.

WARNING!!! MATURE CONTENT! DON'T LIKE IT… DON'T READ IT…

1. EXPOSED…TWICE???

Ai groaned as she sat up stretching. It was nice and early, still dark outside. She looked to sleeping figure beside her as she popped her back. Lt. Shuhei Hisagi. Boy, had he been fun. After running to human world to fetch Captain Fon's parents, Ai had literally run to his home so she wouldn't be late for their weekly session of mattress dancing. It didn't mean a damned thing and they both understood that very well; he simply wanted a good fuck to forget his worries for a bit, she just happened to available and willing. Not to mention the fact that he paid her a quarter of his monthly salary every fifth time they tumbled. She didn't consider herself to be his whore or anything, it wasn't as though anyone knew of their little romps, not even her sister, and they were both in it for the convenience. They'd tried dating, but that just hadn't worked. They actually both disliked one another very much, but neither had wanted to forfeit the amazing sex. So, they discovered a way to compromise.

Just as she stepped out of the bed, she felt him stir. Turning, she watched him awaken. He shook his head in attempt to regain full consciousness, but was unsuccessful.

"I don't see how you-" he yawned, "-do this…its way too fuckin' early to be up."

"Then go back to sleep," she scoffed as she tied her obi, "geez…you're such a dick."

"And?" he laughed lightly, "hey, I meant to tell you last night, but seeing as how you got here later than I-"

"Spit it out, Hisagi" she hissed, not particularly in the mood for his crude comments.

"Hey watch it, I'm still your superior…" she shot him a defiant look. Their eyes held for a moment. "Dumb bitch…Renji Abarai claims he's looking for a good distraction from all this wildness around here," he said nonchalantly as he lit a cigarette.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah," he shrugged, "I told him I had a chick with a pretty talented tongue I could send his way…"

"You did what?" she growled.

"Look," he stated waiting until she turned to face him before he continued, "he's a good guy and he really just needs to let loose some tension, ya know?"

"So you found it in your heart to volunteer me for the job?"

"Pretty much…it's not like you haven't done it plenty of times before."

"Dick."

"He's willing to pay."

That stopped her. She would never deny the fact that money was her ultimate language. If something involved money, she was in.

"How much?"

He smiled then, having called her reaction, "double what I give you…"

"When and where does he want to do this?"

"He'd like to have dinner with you tonight at about seven."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah…why is that shocking?"

She began to braid a small strand of her hair tightly, "well, considering the last time I ate dinner with a man was…almost three months ago…and that was you." Her face fell as she added the final part.

"Well, don't sound so enthused," he yawned.

"Whatever…" she put her hands on her hips.

"I take it you're going to meet him?"

"Pretty much," she shrugged glancing toward the mirror that played as wallpaper on Hisagi's back wall. She didn't look too disheveled, "Where am I meeting him for dinner exactly?"

"He didn't want things looking to suspicious," Hisagi began, "so, he's rented a hotel room in the second district. He told me that, if you do agree, I should ask you not to wear your uniform."

"Wow." She said softly, "I've never been to any district above 58…"

She was scum of the 73rd district, where she and Manami had ended up after a rather gruesome death. The two had been only thirteen and when the hunger pains started there was many a day the two of them were sure that there was no hope in their survival. However, that had all changed when she was searching for food one day out in the woods and she just happened to cross paths with a rather intimidating Kaname Tosen.

She had threatened him, believing he was like the lecherous man that she passed by every morning; but he'd simply laughed and offered her a drink from a pouch of water he'd been carrying. It hadn't taken her too long to realize he was blind, thus giving her the courage to invite him to her 'house' to meet her sister. She wasn't aware at the time that even though his site was gone he could see more clearly than almost anyone else. He was very nice to them, which the two had never actually known from any other person before him. Leaving them for only a few days, he had it arranged for them to enter the academy where they began them on the road to their current positions. It was because of Tosen that she ever met Hisagi.

"I'll tell him you'll be there," Hisagi grumbled rubbing a hand over his face, "What the fuck do you do this early in the morning?"

"I get the hell out so no one notices this," she moved her hand in the space between them.

"Right."

"Shut up and go to bed if you can't handle it," she scoffed as she headed out, "how will I know what hotel it is?"

"Its room 22," he yawned, "there's only one hotel in that district…you'll be fine."

"Whatever," she said before sliding the door closed. She quickly made her way to her own home before her sister had the chance to awaken.

Carefully, Ai slide open the door to the small home she and her twin shared. She knew how easily Manami was awakened, so she had to be sure she was quiet. Stepping in side at an odd angle, she let her eyes sweep the perimeter slowly making sure she was seen by no one. Her mouth moved into a smug smile as she closed the door. Sweet victory. She turned to head to her room, but stopped short.

Her eyes met an identical pair across the room. Damn it. Manami stood with icy scowl glued on her face.

"Manami," she croaked.

"Where have you been?" Manami hissed. Her face set in a rage. Unlike Ai, Manami was the calm when furious.

"I-well-you see," Ai wracked her brain. She was well aware it was useless to try and lie with a psychic sister but she still tried to find excuse.

"Don't lie to me," Ai could feel her sister's hurt, "I do not deserve to be lied to."

"'Nami, please. I really just-"

"Have you been at the bar?"

Relief washed over Ai. It was so Manami. Ai'd been gone all night, but her sister's respect for privacy had kept her from searching with her 'mind radar'. "Uh…I-"

"Ai!"

"No! Ok?! I wasn't at the freaking bar!" she shouted. Ai hated to be backed into a corner.

"Then where?" Manami demanded.

Ai couldn't tell her but she knew she deserved to know. She looked at Manami, torn between truth and shame. Then her sister zoned out. The slight frosty covering enveloped her eyes. Ai watched in horror. She knew very well her sister was having a vision, she'd witnessed this many times throughout their lives. Manami resurfaced and Ai bit her lip.

"Shuhei," she breathed in shock. There was a small silence, "Ai! How long has this affair been going on?"

Looking to the ground Ai mumbled, "Almost a year."

Manami closed her eyes. Ai could almost feel the emotional wall she was building, "I see..." she turned away.

"Manami I-"

"I have a meeting to attend in four hours I'd like some rest…"she cut her off as she walked towards her room, "Don't disturb me…and I have somewhere to go tonight. I'll be home in the morning."

Ai wondered but she knew she couldn't ask. That would be beyond hypocritical and just flat out rude. Privacy was something they both respected because of the trust the two of them shared…well they had shared a trust but it was thoroughly gone…

Her heart tore when Manami slide the door shut between them…

Taking a deep breath, Ai attempted to calm her nerves as she made her way up the steps of the hotel. She was just there as a favor for money, this was a business transaction. She ran a hand over her lavender hair again. She'd put it in the usual style. The top half braided and lying on top of the rest that was flowing free. The first section of hair behind each ear was held together half way down by tribal beads, this was a fashion habit she'd picked up at age twelve when she was living that she had never been able to part from.

She was at the room in what felt like no time. Oh dear… how was she supposed to go through with this? She'd slept with plenty of other soul reapers for money, but that had all been before she was the third seat. And none of them had been important. What was she to do? Did she just get down to business? Would he want to talk first? How did he feel about oral? Did he even know who she was? All the questions imaginable raced through her head. She knew very well who he was…the lieutenant of Division 6. She guessed she should be honored, but…

No. she had to stop all of the foolishness. He was just like any other man she'd ever whored herself to. She knew exactly what she was doing.

Taking another deep breath, she knocked. It was simply a second and the door was opened. She felt odd about her outfit when she saw his. Where she had traded her haori for a more traditional kimono, he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt with a very nice red suit jacket. He smiled at her welcomingly and motioned her inside.

She could feel the blush sneaking onto her face as she stepped in. he looked very different. His vibrant hair was pulled into a high ponytail which had then been braided. As he walked in front of her she couldn't help but let her gaze travel to view the cut of the jeans. Oh my, didn't he have a nice ass…

"I'm glad you could make it," he said pleasantly. As he leaned down to the oven, where he had tea brewing.

"Oh, it's not a problem," she laughed nervously, "I'm Ai Takahashi by the way…"

"I know who you are," he informed her smiling. He offered her a cup, "its green tea from the Kuchiki household. My Captain gave me some as a gift once." She took it politely, "I must say, you were no near what I was expecting…"

"Oh…" she tried to suppress the shock in her voice, "Might I ask what exactly you were expecting?"

"One of the skanks I watch Shuhei hit on all the time at the bars," he said honestly, "And I will admit that I am glad I was wrong."

"I believe the answer to that is thank you…" she replied taking a seat in the lounge chair in the sitting area, just in front of the door. She found, to her astonishment, that she was rather fond of him.

"Just out of curiosity," he began as he sat down on the couch across from her, "exactly what are you and Shuhei? I mean, that he would know you well enough to ask you to…meet me here…"

She looked to the floor blushing. Lying would get her no where, as she'd learned from the earlier encounter with her sister, "we're what I guess you could call 'Fuck Buddies'. There is absolutely nothing there but mind-blowing sex…"

"I-I see…" he replied seeming to ponder her answer for a bit, "it doesn't bother you that he would pass you off like-"

"Stop," she almost cried out. Her eyes closed tightly. It was time to get down to business. Screw dinner. He was just another man. Standing she dropped the jacket of her kimono into the chair. She then only wore the baggy bottoms and a strapless top that simply covered her breasts. She made her way over to him. Carefully, she straddled his lap. The surprise on his face fueled her forwardness, "Lieutenant Abarai," she crooned seductively into his ear, "please…don't mistake me for the feminist so many believe me to be…"

She nipped his earlobe and got the satisfaction hearing the shudder in his sigh "did you like that?" she flicked her tongue over it, "what do you say we dive right in?"

"I-wel-you,' he stammered. Her hand made a journey south to cup the growing bulge through his jeans, "oh shit…" he hissed.

"Hn. I'll take that as a yes," then she melded her mouth with his. Sinking her teeth into his bottom lip she demanded entry. He moaned in pleasure, giving her the perfect opportunity to delve her tongue inside. His hands came rest on her hips, as he allowed his tongue to interact with hers feverishly. He trailed kisses down her neck in a heated fashion.

She pushed the jacket off of him, a move which had her chest pressing almost flat against him. His tongue was doing wonders to her collar bone; she had to admit he was almost as good as Shuhei. When he unclipped the small top she wore, she only smiled and sat back, allowing him the chance at a good look at her voluptuous breasts. She was almost as large as the 10th Divisions Lieutenant, a fact she was justly proud of. His hands began an almost calming massage that had her purring. She moaned when his thumbs tweaked her hardened nipples. As pleasure wracked her body she had to catch herself by the fabric of his shirt.

He was good.

She was more than aware of his growing erection, and was almost certain his tight blue jeans weren't making him too comfortable. With a short sultry laugh she reached her hand between them and straight to his fly, "Lieutenant, I believe you need a little bit of a release…" She slowly undid his jeans and easily uncovered his engorged member. She ran her thumb lightly over the head and he trembled.

When the door opened they both froze. She saw his eyes widen as all the color drain form his face. She turned to look behind her. In the door way stood a very familiar man, to the both of them. His face was that of unmasked fury, his spiritual pressure was radiating. Nausea overwhelmed her.

Byakuya Kuchiki. Renji's captain and the head of one of the most respected families in all of Soul Society.

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Please read the Tainted Innocence as well! They run hand in hand!

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