Baby of Mine
Rated: R
Warnings: Lemons, mpeg, Violence, MAJOR OOC-ness
Pairing: Main- AizenxIchigo
PrinceEnvy aka Kia 500

I LIVE……

No seriously

I sorry I haven't been writing nor finishing the Yugioh stories. I really lost interest in them.

But with this one, I can actually do more and it's more interesting than turning Yami (Yugioh) evil. (You can look on my bio page to see what I mean). If you want me to post the Yugioh story, tell me in the reviews. Otherwise I will take them done and give up on the Yugioh genre.

This story is full of yaoi. Don't like, DON'T FUCKING READ AND COMPLAIN!!!!!

Disclaimer: I do not in any shape or form own Bleach. If I did, Ichigo would be naked and tied to the bed and every Shinigami man or arrancar would have their way with him…

SCARY FAN GURL- Best Friend Alex Carmean (showed me that yaoi is a beautiful thing)


Chapters 1/?

Our favorite strawberry was currently lying on his bed trying to catch a few Z's before the next world crisis began. The Winter War was over and Spring was coming into play. Neither side lost nor gain anything except that Orhime was rescued and for now peace was ensured. There hasn't been an arrancar for weeks and although there were hollows here and there, Soul Society knew Kurosaki Ichigo could handle.

What Ichigo couldn't handle though was the flu that currently sapped his strength away. He was vomiting up a storm but it was only in the morning and it did make him hungrier than a boy his age should eat. The old goat (his father) tried to baby-sit his son saying that it wasn't his time to die yet... but after a slam from Ichigo's foot, Ichigo was left alone.

Now the said shinigami was drooling over his pillow dreaming. Out of the blue, he was slammed into his inner world. Groaning he heard that insane giggle of his significant other dubbed Shirosaki Hichigo.

"Oi, Ouija ... I'm bored," the white counterpart said as he walk towards the sickly king.
"So you dragged me out here asshole?" Ichigo got up and drew Zangetsu, his other copying his move.

"Come on... I have no one to spar with and as much as I don't want to admit it... Zangetsu has disappeared. So let's do a quick spar and have fun. Besides your fucking depression is making it rain and how many times have I told that I FUCKIN HATE THE RAIN?!!!"

Ichigo grimaced... he didn't even notice it was raining. 'Oh Shit' He didn't even finish his thought as his hollow shunpo forward and brought the white sword on down. Ichigo manage to block it but stumble back.

Thus start the sparring that was always conducted on a daily basic. Hichigo always gained the upper hand and the shinigami always gotten a few bruises but this was relationship. It was a brotherly love type. Hichigo taught Ichigo how to get stronger and the other taught Hichigo about the outside world. This was how it was... A King and His Horse...

Although now said king was getting his ass kicked again... even in Bankai. Shiro brought the sword down again and again and Ichigo kept blocking. It continued like this till...

"Ichigo?"
The substitute shinigami look toward where the voice floated from and saw old man Zangetsu. Of course Ichigo forgot one rule of fighting: NEVER TAKE YOUR EYES OFF YOUR OPPONENT.

That said opponent saw his chance and brought the sword down hard. Ichigo managed to regain his senses to block but it was too late. He was knocked across the building into the windows.

Hichigo eyes widen and he look at Zangetsu with an embarrass smile. "Oops."

Back with Ichigo, who manage to regain consciousness, decided would it really affect him if he killed his hollow. As he got up, he look at his black sword. His eyes widen when he saw that the blade was chop clean right off... again.

Depression hit hard on Ichigo and he fell on his knees as it began to pour harder. Hichigo and Zangetsu shunpo to the carrot teenager.

"Aibou, are you alright?"

It was then that Ichigo cried tears streaming down his face. He waved his sword in front of them. "LOOK... UGH... LOOK WHAT YOU DID... (SOB) YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!!!" Ichigo cried even harder as hugged the sword like a precious child.

Both Hichigo and Zangetsu looked at the ruler of the world oddly. Ichigo would never cry about anything. The boy rarely cried even when he was chopping onions. Hichigo stepped forward to comfort the odd boy. "Ugh... don't worry. We'll just fix this and carry on like we always do."

Big mistake...

Hichigo suddenly found himself on the ground getting the living tar shit knocked out of him...by whom? Ichigo that's who.

"YOU FUCKING TWAT... THAT WAS MY SWORD YOU BROKE!! IF YOU WANT TO BREAK SOMETHING, BREAK YOUR SHIT!!! YOU STUPID FUCKING PIECE OF CRAP!!!"

Ichigo kept giving his hollow a piece of his mind... with his fists. Zangetsu kept to himself and watch with slight amusement. "What has got Ichigo uptight? He has been acting different since..."

Zangetsu was pulled out of his thoughts when Ichigo gave the last blow and left... fuming about stupid hollows that needed their ass kicked.

"Is it safe to get up?"
"Yes... he's gone..."

Hichigo slowly got up. His face was bruised, he had a black left eye and his nose was bleeding constantly.

"What the hell was that..."
"I don't know. Ichigo never goes violent like that and not over the sword being broken."
"Come to think of it... Ichigo as been acting funny ever since he visited..."

And we will soon get on with the main plot.
That's all for now... review!!!!!

Oh and sorry for the short fighting sequence... not good with those.
Any suggestions and help would be appreciated.