Disclaimer: Hmm let's see if I owned BLEACH, Ichigo probably would've joined Aizen's side –among other things, smirk. Kubo-sensei I most assuredly am not!
BonneNuit this is for you! =)
Overall all Warnings for the chapters: AU, UKE!Ichigo, Spelling, Grammar, Punctuation, non-beta-ed, language, pleasant and unpleasant things, dirty minds, AizenxIchigo, GrimmjowxIchigo, KenpachixIchigo, OthersIchigo, switching of views, cross-dressing, mentions of other BL pairings, mentions of mpreg, bits of crack, and whatever else I might have forgotten.
SEQUEL/CONTINUATION TO TAXI, TAXI
Shades of Orange Part 1
Perfection?
(Different View Point)
(Ishida)
Ishida Uryu is nearing the point of a nervous breakdown and even with Sado-kun in his corner he is not at ease.
The night of his big reveal, the night when he'd prove once and for all that his father was wrong about him, calling his dreams worthless, had finally approached after months and months of driving himself to limit and beyond.
He had stressed to everyone just how important tonight's event was but no one seemed to care.
Half of his models did not show up and several of the outfits (which he himself had made sure was sized and styled to perfection) had suddenly not fit, too small, too large, the wrong color, the wrong pattern.
And why? Why were these kinds of things happening to him?
Because somewhere up in heaven the angels decided to have a good laugh at his expense, apparently.
"Ishida-san I have to go to the bathroom but I can hardly move in this torture contraption."
Ishida turned his attention to one of his youngest models.
Barely 14 years of age, Lilinette Gingerback had already managed to capture the attention of millions with her tea-green colored page-boy haircut and mismatched eyes (one a smoky gray and the other a vibrant pink) Despite being a mere 4 feet 5 inches tall, when the young girl stepped out on to the run way—she acted like she owned it.
During interviews, Lilinette managed to keep her answers polite and professional without ever losing her natural spunk.
She normally would wear any type of fabric like it was a second skin but tonight however she was being rather difficult.
Ishida knew better than to crouch down and address the girl as though she were a child (which she still technically was) since he had seen what happened when Yammi, one of Lilinette's bodyguards had done that—the large rotund man had received a dangerous jab to the most delicate part on a man's body, and hadn't been able to walk properly for a week after that.
"Lilinette, I'm sorry that you're finding the fabric to be too constricting but I need you to wear it for at least a little while longer."
The girl looked far from happy as she tugged violently on the ridiculously tight dress made from seaweed and bits of twine "Ishida-san with all do respect, I look like an idiot in this outfit."
Ishida almost fainted at the comment luckily Sado-kun was there to catch him before that could happen.
"Lilinette you are embodying the goddess of youth, Hebe, you should be wearing that piece with pride."
The girl snorted "You know if my father found out about this he'd probably f—a hand came over the girl's mouth, silencing her.
"Forgive her she's just a little cranky," an owner with a kind but lazy set of eyes said as he met Ishida's own "You know how kids are."
Ishida pushed his glasses higher up on to his thin nose, ready to question just who this new comer was, he'd never seen him before.
Just as he opened his mouth however a blood-curdling scream rang out in the air.
It seemed to be coming from the next room.
'Now what?'
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Ishida was not the type of person to just barge into a room—he had much more class then that. He knocked on the door sharply and called out "Is everything alright in there? Did one of you ladies hurt yourselves?"
He heard a loud crash, a stream of curses and wasted no more time, he turned the knob and stepped inside.
Dresses, scarves, hats and various undergarments had been thrown haphazardly around the dressing room.
There was a crack in the large mirror hanging over the vanity station, bits of red liquid (God he hoped it wasn't blood!) speckled the perfume bottles, hair and body sprays as well as the dresser it self.
Over in the corner, looking worse for wear, sat a girl with a pixie nose and short sandy blonde colored hair. She had a nasty scratch across her left cheek, her costume shredded in various places. She snarled up at him "If you're looking for my twin, you won't find her," a nasty smirk "she went home to lick her wounds."
Ishida couldn't believe what he was hearing "WHAT?"
The girl snorted and rose to her feet "I told you I should've been Aphrodite," with those parting words, she left.
Ishida rubbed the side of his temple.
'What else could go wrong?'
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Ishida was not the type to shout into the phone—he found that kind of behavior to be extremely childish—but if the idiot on the other end of the line didn't shut up, he was about to find out just how threatening Ishida could be without even having to raise his voice.
"No, that is not acceptable!
"No I do not care if he had the flu!"
"Absolutely not! You can't just reschedule an event like this one."
"With all do respect Koga-san, I highly doubt you could accomplish that."
"No!"
"I'm well aware of what Muramasa-san means to this industry, I chose him for that very reason."
"There will be no second chances."
"You're not very bright are you Koga-san?"
"Did he?"
"I don't have time for this. Consider our contract null and void."
Ishida was not the type of person to throw temper tantrums—but he was nearing the end of his rope.
Snapping his blue and white Nokia phone shut, the 19 year old fashion designer fell back on to the comfy cushioned couch behind him.
He let out a sigh. His internal clock telling him that it was nearing closer and closer to show time.
'Sweet heavens above, I need a miracle!'
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"Alright everyone, change of plans, Yumichika-san will be (Cupid), Noba will be our third Siren and Cruicci will be Artemis."
"What? Wait! Who will be our Aphrodite, Hercules and Hera then?"
"Don't worry about that right now."
A bald headed man peeked through the curtain "5 minutes, Ishida!"
"Thank you Ikkaku-san."
A man with Prussian blue colored hair stepped out of line (his large white wings dancing behind him) as he approached the bald headed man "Ikkaku," the rest of his sentence was murmured as he straightened the red bow tie around the taller man's neck.
Ishida couldn't help but smile at the tender moment between the two lovers.
But the moment he heard the familiar music blasting through the loud speakers, he snapped back into professional mode.
"That's your cue! Stop flirting and get out there!"
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"Stupid girl why did she have to make that extra turn, I specifically told her not to d—
Ishida felt a tap from behind him, stopping mid rant.
He turned ""Sado?"
"Ichigo and the girls have arrived."
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"You're late."
Inoue stepped forward, a look of guilt on her face "It's my fault Ishida-kun if I hadn't t—
Kurosaki cut her off "Look we're late and sorry. It's a long story and I promise I'll make it up to you."
Ishida took in the other males' red puffed cheeks, dreamy expression and wrinkled clothing "Hmph, you certainly look like you've had some night Kurosaki."
"That's because he did," Kuchiki smirked "Ichigo found himself a new admirer."
"Oh?"
The surprise in Ishida's voice was purposely exaggerated.
Because as it was, it was not much of a surprise at all.
Kurosaki always seemed to get himself in to some type of "situation" or another. He was kind of like natural prey for a large chunk of society.
Everything about him, from his loud alien hair color to his natural instinct to protect, just drew others to him like a magnet or a really annoying gnat (whichever)
"Well you couldn't have come at a better time actually, follow me!"
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Shades of Orange PART 2
Catwalk and then some
(Ichigo)
Ichigo should've known Ishida would pull something like this. He had seemed entirely too at ease with their late arrival, brushing it off with a smile that was entirely out of place, an almost careless shrug to his shoulders.
"Kuchiki-san, Inoue-san, he titled his glasses "Kurosaki" there was a dramatic pause "Allow me to introduce you to some very important people."
A loud squealing sound and blur of white and red shot past Ichigo's vision just then. A familiar person ran towards Inoue and smothered the brunette with a squeezing hug "Hime, my beautiful Hime, where have you been hiding during these past four years, huh?"
"Chizuru-san!" Ishida reprimanded.
Ichigo heard Rukia snicker beside him.
Chizuru reluctantly loosened her grip on Inoue and fell back in line "Forgive me Ishida-san," the last part had been tacked on rather carelessly.
Ishida cleared his throat "As I was saying, another dramatic completely unnecessary pause, "Allow me to introduce you to your stylist team for the evening."
He held out a clipboard "As I call out your names, step forward and introduce yourself," he sent a warning glare to Chizuru "Keep it short!"
"Honsho, Chizuru."
"I'll get to you two if we have time. But right now I got dibs on Hime!"
Ishida rolled his eyes but continued reading down the list
"Yamada, Hanataro."
"I'm Hanataro. Nice to meet you, I'll give it my best."
"Yadomaru, Risa"
"Yadomaru Risa. If you'd like to read some of my porn collection while you're going through the whole beautification process, I have plenty."
"Kuna, Mashiro."
"Why the long face Berry-tan? I promise I'll be gentle."
If Ichigo were a lesser man he'd probably be running right about now.
'Please let this be a bad joke.'
With a snap of Ishida's fingers, the group of stylists moved towards them.
Ichigo held back a tortured groan.
It was not in his nature to plead (usually) but he had absolutely no desire to model in Ishida's fashion show.
"Ishida please something else, anything else but this."
Ishida smirked "For every action there must come a consequence." He gave Ichigo a consoling pat on the shoulder "Beauty is Pain and Pain is Beauty, we both know this."
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They started off by wiping the sweat and dirt clinging to his skin (after they had forced him to strip out of his clothes—that is)
Next, various powders, creams and glitters were patted, smoothed and sprinkled all over his body.
Luckily (because Ichigo had inherited most of his mothers' features) there wasn't much need for wax—just under his arms and a slight trim around his pubic area.
Apricot seemed to be the main color theme for his costume.
From head to toe.
Hair extensions (various shades of orange, red and yellow) eye shadow, blush, polish on both his hands and feet. His body was draped in the softest of silks, wrapping around his frame much like a toga.
Several golden bangles (3 on his left wrist, 6 on his right, 2 on his left ankle and 4 on his right)
To finish it all off, a crown of pink and orange flowers now sat a top his head.
Against his will, he was forced into 4 inch heeled sandals.
The stylists beamed at the result. Rukia was snapping pictures with her I-phone, Inoue was struck entirely speechless for once, Ishida was congratulating himself and Chado—Chado had a hand over his nose.
Ichigo was not an idiot. He knew damn well why the taller male was clutching his nose in that way. Because it was Chado, he just scowled but had it been someone else well…
"Quit gawking and let's get this over with."
Rukia snapped several more photos as Inoue pulled him towards the staircase leading to the stage.
At that moment, the only thing that went through Ichigo's mind was
'Thank God Ulquiorra isn't here.'
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Being on stage in one word was—uncomfortable.
All those eyes staring at him (some with awe, some with jealousy, most with desire)
Ichigo was suddenly glad for all the pink and orange (makeup, costume and lighting included) because right now he was surely turning 15 brilliant shades of red or orange (whichever)
Rukia and Inoue on the other hand—well they were eating all of the attention up.
The raven-haired beauty had taken quite a liking to being the evil queen goddess, Hera. Hair blown out and curled into large waves. Tiny diamond clips shined and sparkled when she spun and twirled on the catwalk.
Her gown was dark, long and lacy. She wore open toed heels so she could show off her matching toe rings (twin serpents starting at her pinky toes and coiling all the way up to wrap around her slender ankles,)
And the buxom brunette had completely fallen in love with her role as the half human/half god Hercules. Her hair had been pulled up high on top of her head and twisted into tiny cinnamon type buns.
Her body draped in a cloth similar to Ichigo's own (a rich camel color ending just above her knees.) They had taped down her chest and strapped armor over it. Stomping around the stage in clunky forest green boots brought the widest smile to her face.
A hiss came from behind just then, startling Ichigo so badly, he nearly lost his footing and crashed into Artemis and Aries.
Typical—no one seemed to even notice his slip up.
He heard a snicker and turned to find another familiar looking face.
Tatsuki?
He took a moment to study the girl. Funny she'd never seemed like the modeling type.
But some how the look suited her well.
A bird's nest type of crown sat on top of her head, gold glitter sprinkled her arms and chest, seeing her in a pale canary yellow dress with matching slippers reminded him of her birthday party back when they were 6 years old and her mother had forced her to look like a girl for once.
The thought made him smile.
He wanted to talk to her but suddenly an unnatural chill came over his body.
He felt like he was being watched.
He tried to look past Tatsuki in order to get a look at the person who was watching him but the only thing to greet him was some strange guy in a furry mask.
Ichigo shook his head.
He would be so thankful when this night came to a close.
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(Aizen)
Urahara's Auto Service
Really why did the man insist on having such a cheesy title for his company? Did he really think he would be able to continue attracting a respectable audience based on natural charm alone?
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"So how was it?"
"It was satisfactory."
"Really? Only satisfactory, not amazing, outstanding—the single greatest ride you've ever had in your life?"
"Get serious."
The man with straw colored hair clutched his chest tightly before falling on top of the vehicle dramatically "Don't listen to him Benihime, he's a bad, bad evil man who doesn't understand that true beauty is skin deep."
Aizen raised a brow at the ridiculous display. Sometimes he tended to forget that the blond was a good 3 years older than himself with the way he acted.
After a few minutes of crocodile tears and highly disturbing caressing motions, gray eyes met brown.
Urahara was the first one to look away.
Aizen followed the man's gaze to the single small orange strand of hair resting oh so innocently on the collar of his shirt.
The blond leered at him "So, tell me who is the lucky girl (here he winked) or guy?" his tone was playful.
Aizen, naturally, refused to answer.
"Fine be that way." Urahara's voice went from playful to determined "I'll find out eventually."
"I highly doubt that." Aizen unrolled a wad of bills and placed it in the blonds' pocket.
Urahara fingered the bills "It's not like you to just hand over money Aizen," the blond studied him "What's the catch?"
Aizen smirked "Even I can be a charitable man when the time calls for it."
Urahara blanched "W-Why y-you—
"Tell Shihoin that Gin will stop by on Friday to pick her up. Should you change your mind and decide to join in on the celebration, there is a 500 dollar entrance fee."
"Entrance fee? But I didn't make you pay an entrance fee for my last birthday party."
Aizen felt the all too familiar twinge of an on coming migraine.
'Honestly, whining like a three year old, the man should be ashamed.'
Of course (Aizen had to remind himself) a man like Urahara Kisuke had no shame.
"But Sousuke-kun we've known each other for years, surely that should count for something."
"The entrance fee is non-negotiable." Brown eyes narrowed sharply "And never address me by using such a degrading title."
"Can I call you Sou then?"
If a glare could kill, the blond would be lying in a puddle of his own blood by now.
It was Aizen's own fault really. He never ever should have gone to that bachelor party with Urahara 6 months ago.
Gin had warned him. Tousen had warned him. Hell—even his barely 16-year-old chauffeur had thought it unwise for him to go to such an event with one of the most shameless men in Karakura.
'Don't let him order you drinks! Hell, don't drink at all! Should you choose to consume some type of alcoholic beverage, stick to something you know! The more relaxed you let yourself become, the worst off your situation will become.'
Still—Aizen did not take kindly to being lectured. There were very few who could get away with talking to him in a disrespectful or belittling tone. And even those select few, knew when to hold their tongue.
Sometimes one must go through life and experience both the good and the bad.
'Course waking up on the shady side of the city with 2 street hookers on either side of him had been much more than bad, it had been a nightmare. Having one of those "said hookers" turn out to be Urahara Kisuke in drag—well that was something that Aizen never wanted to relive again.
"Even though you choose to dress like a hobo with that old tiered hat and clogs, we both know that you most definitely are not strapped for cash."
This was quite the understatement since Urahara's Auto Service was one of the top 3 in the country but Aizen was irritated and felt no reason to further inflate the blonds' already ridiculously large ego.
"The party starts at 7:00pm. Dress appropriately and bring something that can actually be of some use to a 15 year old girl."
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(Ichigo)
The relief of being able to switch back into his own clothes was the single greatest blessing Ichigo felt he'd had in weeks.
He wasn't too happy about being forced to wear the extensions for another week (Ishida's stupid rules!) but he figured he could just pull it back into a simple pony tail or a sloppy bun—that way it wouldn't fall and hang all over his face.
Inoue and Rukia were sad to part with their costumes until Ishida had promised to make it up to them.
He offered them spots in his summer fashion show (Pirates would be the theme)
The girls were ecstatic.
"Will you be joining us for that one as well Kurosaki-kun?"
Ichigo felt like gagging himself with a spoon "Not a chance in hell!"
'Aw what's the matter King? Not up for being someone's wench?'
'Keep laughing Shirosaki, you'll see what happens.'
The voice fell silent.
Inoue looked a bit taken a back by his loud protest but thankfully did not cry.
She let out a disappointed sigh "That's too bad but I understand."
Rukia let out a yawn "It's been a long night, I think we should start heading back home."
She turned to Ishida "Thank you for the wonderful evening."
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself Kuchiki-san, you can stop by next week and I'll have your shoes ready for you."
"Shoes?" Ichigo questioned aloud.
"Kuchiki-san broke the heel off her shoe while we were mock battling earlier," Inoue explained.
"I still can't believe I missed that last jump."
"Battling? Jumps?"
'What the hell are these two talking about. I don't remember seeing any thing like that'
Ishida, the all knowing, felt it was his duty to further enlighten the orange haired youth "Yes well with the way you were gallivanting around the stage with your head in the clouds, I'm not surprised that you missed one of the nights most exciting moments."
"No problem, I caught it all on video."
Ichigo turned to his best friend in order to strike up a conversation. It had been far too long since they last spent time together. "Chado, how are you?"
"I'm well. You need to stop by my apartment some time this week, I have something to show you."
"I'll be sure to do that." A pause "You're still coming over for the holidays right? Mother and Yuzu are roasting wild boar."
"I'll be there."
Rukia and Inoue let out twin yawns.
Ichigo gave his friend an apologetic look. "Sorry looks like we'll have to pick this up later. I should get the girls home."
"Of course."
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"You sure you don't want us to come inside with you Kurosaki-kun?"
"Nah, that won't be necessary, just wait here in the lobby while I grab a few things. I need my toothbrush and some other stuff before we can head over to Rukia's.
"Stuff? Like a certain blue panther plushie for example? Or perhaps you'll just rummage through your roommates drawers searching for condoms?"
For some one who was quote "So tiered" Rukia still seemed to have plenty of energy to taunt him.
"Knock it off already Rukia! It's not like I'm going to sneak away from your house in the middle of the night and meet Aizen at some fancy love hotel or something."
Her eyes twinkled in that all knowing perverted fan girl way "So you admit it then, that the thought has crossed your mind?"
"Why waste your time and money on a love hotel Kurosaki-kun,"
The girl paused and Ichigo watched in horror as Inoue reached in her purse and pulled out a set of keys (2 silver, one gold) he knew what the gold one was for.
"No Inoue."
"But Kurosaki-kun I want your first time to be as romantic as possible," she placed the set of keys into his hand and closed his fingers around it, all the while smiling up at him as though he were some sort of divine being "And don't hesitate in telling Aizen-san to remember to be slow and gentle."
Ichigo thought it was sweet—until he realized exactly what had just been said.
Rukia snorted at his obvious embarrassment "Well said Inoue."
'Thou shall not strangle! Thou shall not hurt! Thou shall not s—
'Oh what harm could one little mock choke do? She might even like it.'
Beat it Shirosaki. I don't have the time or patience to deal with you anymore tonight.'
'Have it your way King but don't say I didn't offer.'
"Aw isn't that sweet Inoue, he's thinking of Aizen-san again?"
Rukia couldn't be more wrong.
"Whatever." Ichigo scowled at the duo "Look you two just wait here in the lobby I'll be back in like 20 seconds."
"Really only twenty? To masturbate?" Rukia shook her head "Ichigo, you poor thing, we're going to have to work on that because let me tell you—premature ejaculation, so not sexy."
He glared at the raven-haired girl, stormed up the staircase and out of sight.
/Really one of these days she's gonna get it!'
'Yeah so ya keep saying. Honestly King why are ya such a damn puss around those two?'
Why the hell he bothered to explain the obvious to his other personality, he himself really didn't know.
Ichigo shook his head and pressed the up button on the elevator
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His roommate and more than half of the students had already gone home for the holidays. And the last time he checked (yesterday morning) his dorm room floor was virtually empty.
There was only one other occupant left on this floor (besides himself) a short pigtailed blond girl with freckles who went by the name, Hiyori. She usually kept to herself, only coming out of her room when she had classes to attend or when she deemed it necessary (which to her meant letting the pizza and burrito delivery guys in.)
So then why now could he detect the sounds of several voices?
As Ichigo moved further down the hall and towards Room 15K, he recognized said voices.
'Don't tell me, please don't tell me its them.'
'Why don't you open the door and find out, King.'
Ichigo cursed under his breath and turned the knob.
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"Welcome back Kurosaki, didya miss us?"
There was Grimmjow, sprawled out on the bed in all his blue haired glory, grin wider than a damn Cheshire cat.
"Itysugo come sith down."
Bouncing up and down on the other bed across from Grimmjow, sat Nel. She patted the empty spot beside her.
Over by the back wall, on top of the desk, sat Halibel, wearing a long embroidered scarf and nothing else. She offered him a smile that was less than innocent.
'Better hope her ass doesn't get splinters.'
Ichigo wisely chose to ignore Shirosaki's comment.
He averted his gaze from Halibel's nearly nude form and spotted Ulquiorra over by the single window, looking expressionless as ever. Then before Ichigo could blink, the guy was just mere inches away from his face.
Voice as monotone as ever "You've waxed and you're wearing hair extensions. Why?"
Ichigo backed up in order to distance himself from that unwavering (not to mention intimidating) bottle green gaze. His eyes flicked around to the other occupants in the room—it was then when he realized something.
"Where's Starrk?"
He mentally slapped himself after asking the question.
'Why the hell did I just ask that? I don't give a damn about where that perverted narcoleptic is.'
"Starrk is spending time with the child."
Ichigo raised a fine brow 'Starrk has a kid? I never would've pegged him as the paternal type but—
Nel's eyes turned dreamy "Itysugo would make a pretty mommy."
WTF?
Grimmjow threw his head back and laughed loud and obnoxious "Ha! I admit I'll have to agree with you on that one, Nelliel."
'Fuckin asshole!'
"Well I do have a friend whose father is as scientist," Halibel began "Rumor has it, he and a group of his colleagues are currently working on a special drug that should increase the possibility for male pregnancy."
'Do ya hear that King, male Pregnancy?'
Shut up Shirosaki, we share the same body, so you'd be carrying the kid too'
"Is that why you're wearing hair extensions Kurosaki? Are you preparing yourself for motherhood?" Ulquiorra's eyes uncharacteristically glazed over dreamily just then "I shall contact Pesche for maternity clothes but first— (he pulled a roll of measuring tape out of his sleeve) "Raise your arms, so I can take some measurements."
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"20 seconds, more like half an hour," Rukia grinned at him "I'm so proud of you Ichigo."
"Not now Rukia, please can we just go?"
The trio made their way towards the exit
"Um Kurosaki-kun?"
Ichigo held the door open for Rukia and then turned to Inoue, prompting her to continue with a jerk of his head.
"Aren't you cold?"
'I'm freezing my damn ass off but Grimmjow stole my underwear-after sniffing it that is)
"If you're going to be my woman Kurosaki, underwear won't be necessary."
'And Halibel, Ulquiorra and Nel tossed my entire wardrobe into the trash'
'You won't need these any more. We'll send you a text of when you can pick up your new wardrobe.'
And then the four of them, together lifted him up and unceremoniously tossed him out of his own damn room!
Shirosaki was having a fucking parade inside his head, cackling like a maniac. 'You're such a damn puss King, I swear maybe you were born a bitch and ya ma and pa never told ya!'
Shut the fuck up Shirosaki!
Rukia was looking at him strangely "What exactly are you wearing Ichigo? It looks like some kind of fancy scarf."
That's because it is.'
"Look Rukia it's been a long night, can you please just save the teasing and taunts for tomorrow?"
Her smile wavered and then turned to a frown as she finally detected the stressed tone in his voice. She placed her hand on top of his forehead, voice now serious. "Are you feeling alright, Ichigo?"
"I'm just tiered."
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"Hey Byakuya you wouldn't happen to have an extra pair of pajamas I could borrow would y—oh shit, geez I—uh, sorry I'll fuck!-I- I'll just go."
In his rush to leave, Ichigo tripped over the bathroom scale and nearly crashed head first into the sink.
"Do you make it a habit of interrupting people during there private time, Kurosaki Ichigo?" Byakuya's voice came out as cold and unforgiving as ever.
Ichigo wondered how the guy could still keep such a dispassionate tone even when he was pounding into his lover inside the shower.
'But I mean really doesn't anybody use shower curtains anymore?'
Stupid King, ya really think some damn curtains would make this any less awkward. Bad enough the guy can barely stand ya, now ya had to go and barge in on his lovely dovey time with Shu—
"Either come in or get out, you're letting all the cold air in." Shuhei's voice sounded nearly breathless and amused all at once.
Ichigo nearly had a nosebleed at that moment.
'Surely Hisagi-san can't be serious'
'In your berry dreams, King.'
"I better not find my bathroom in complete disarray when I step out."
Ichigo righted the scale and the opened the door "I'm really sorry I didn't mean t—well any way I'll figure something out, uh night."
He closed the door as softly as he could.
"That boy really should be taught a lesson."
Ichigo stopped in his tracks when he realized the two were talking about him,
"Hmm, careful Byakuya-darling, you don't want to give him the wrong impression now do you?"
"Idiot. I wouldn't dare. I'd never hear the end of it from Rukia (voice going an almost embarrassingly high falsetto) See, see Nii-sama I told you so."
Shuhei laughed uproariously at the seriously bad impression.
This went on for the next few minutes and Ichigo was ready to walk away but it seemed Shuhei had finally collected himself as he added "Well you know we could always inv—
"Forget it Hisagi, I'm not about to go up against half of the population in Karakura just so I can get a sample of Kurosaki Ichigo."
"Oh but sugar puff don't you want to at least t—mph don't think you can just ki—
The sound of moaning reached Ichigo's ears.
He felt his face growing almost unbearably warm.
Damn he had half a mind to go back in there and throw himself at both of the raven-haired men. Would love to lick that sexy tattoo on Hisagi-san's cheek. Love to run his fingers through Byakuya's long luxurious mane and bite that soft, succulent swan like neck of his.
Gah damn it and now he was hard gain. And no scarf, no matter how long, could properly cover this up.
Ichigo glared down at his (not so little) problem.
'Damn it! Go away already would you!'
NO SUCH LUCK
The orange haired youth cursed himself once more "What the hell has gotten into me tonight?
'It's all—damn I swear if I ever see that Aizen again I'll—
'You'll bend over like the horny little berry bitch you are and learn to love it!'
'Shirosaki this is the last warning. I swear to God if you even dare to make another comment like that, I will contact Zan.'
There was an unintelligible grumbling before the voice in his head fell completely silent.
Ichigo shook his head and continued on down the hall, stopping in front of Rukia's bedroom door to ensure that both girls were still sleeping. He smiled at the sight and continued on towards the guest room.
Maybe there was something left in one of the drawers from when he slept over the last time.
()()()()()()()
(Aizen)
"Are you excited Hitsugaya-kun?"
"About being woken up in the middle of the night? No. About Hinamori finally coming home after being away for 2 and a half years? (A sigh) "I just hope she hasn't gotten herself into some kind of trouble."
"Would you cry if something happened to her?"
"…"
"What if I told you she has a boyfriend, would that change how you feel about her?"
"…"
"Did you ever wonder why I have never insisted on having you address me by my title, Hitsugaya-kun?"
"…"
"Do you wish to fall in love and marry her one day?"
"Love is for fools. I am no fool. Hinamori is important to me. I will not let harm come to her, least of all from somebody like you."
"Do my comments anger you? Or perhaps (a knowing smirk) you are frustrated with yourself for never making your feelings known?"
"How can you honestly look at yourself in the mirror everyday and not want to claw your own eyes out!"
"Even if I did have claws, which I most definitely do not, I would never do something so incredibly barbaric."
The boy grumbled something unintelligible under his breath before pulling the vehicle into park "We're here, sir" the last part was nearly hissed out.
"What brought upon the sudden show of respect, Hitsugaya-kun?"
In truth, the brat was hardly showing him a single ounce of respect but it was so much fun to throw him off. Riling up Hitsugaya Toshiro was one of Aizen's favorite past times.
The boys' not-so-secret affections, the way he pined after the girl could almost be considered sweet (-if Aizen were the type of person to find obsession sweet—that is.
Still…
Hitsugaya-kun, although a prodigy, was also quite human. It was only natural for the boy to inhabit some character flaws.
Gin called it Adolescence. Kaname called it an error in the boys' parental upbringing.
Well considering the boy had basically been raised in a whorehouse up until he reached the age of 11, right before he'd been rescued by a woman and her cat, Haineko, Gin and Kaname were both correct.
TBC