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Translation of my own Partie I: Babysitting. In French.

For Vphunter: Request.

For Sariniste: Present.

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Prologue : A very special request...

It was a very beautiful summer's day. It was the kind of day when everybody wanted to go to the beach, go hang out with some friends. It was a day when everyone wanted to eat ice cream, to seduce girls. And a lot of things like that. Examples weren't lacking.

During this beautiful summer's day, Tatsuki and her parents had gone to the beach and brought with them Inoue Orihime. She was Tatsuki's new friend. They wished to bring Ichigo with them but the young boy was supposed to stay at home with his parents; to the four-years-old child's great despair. He wanted to have fun with her friend too. But his parents had asked an old friend of their's to babysit him.

This man was supposed to pay them a visit that afternoon.

Masaki and Isshin were preparing a trip to Paris, France. They wished to stay in the most romantic city in the world for a week. Masaki had heard about the sights and the city's monuments by some young Shinigami and had wanted to visit them for herself one day. So, when her husband came up with the idea of a second honeymoon in France, he had purchased the tickets in secret and hidden them in an envelope given to her at her birthday; Masaki was ecstatic. Her dream was finally coming true!

During the time they were going to be gone, they were going to leave the clinic in the physicians' and nurses' skilled and proficient hands who worked for them. So, that was little problem, what was...however, was their little boy, Ichigo. Who was going to watch over him while they were gone?

Isshin and Masaki began to worry.

Their guest was supposed to arrive at two p.m. and an hour had already passed! The taxi driver who was supposed to drive them to the airport was scheduled to come at four p.m. to pick them up. They wondered what had happened to their guest. It was going to become a serious problem if he didn't show soon. Isshin glanced down at the watch on his wrist, sighing, but said nothing more to his wife who looked upon him with sympathy. She had never known him to be late, in fact it was the opposite.

Her brother was always prompt.

No one had counted on him becoming hopelessly lost.

That being the case, he carried with him a map of Karakura under his arm, stopping to peruse it every once in a while. The street where his brother-in law and sister lived, was marked by a red x, yet still he couldn't find his way. It seemed the Japanese streets didn't carry names, just the neighborhoods, so before long Aizen had found himself at the fringes of Karakura's beach rather than the town center.

He cursed the foolishness of the planners, ignoring the looks he drew for his slightly curling dark brown hair and pleasing features. He wore standard human clothing, a blue unbuttoned shirt at the throat and plain jeans. He didn't return the shy smiles the human girls gave him, admiring glances following him up and down the boardwalk.

His eyes narrowed behind the dark-tinted shades at the torrents of giggles that arose from the flocks of scantily clad females populating the beach. His pride refused to ask for help from any of them, he was the Captain of Fifth Squad after all. It wouldn't do to associate with the lowly humans; glancing around, he murmured a few words under his breath and soon found his way thanks to a Kido spell.

Soon, he was outside the two-story house and ringing the bell.

A woman's voice followed seconds after that, calling, "It should be Sosuke. I'll get it!"

Masaki. He was sure he had worried her. After all it wasn't every day that the great Aizen got lost in the human world. His thoughts broke off as the door opened to reveal a beaming woman.

"Good afternoon Sôsuke, please, come in. I hope you haven't been lost?"

(It was exactly that in fact.)

They embraced lightly, Aizen smiling as he caught the scent of her strawberry-blonde hair. masaki's favorite perfume coincidentally, was strawberry. She wore it all the time.

"Absolutely not." He lied smoothly. "It was just some Hollows around. They are quite tough here. How is Isshin doing and my favorite nephew Ichigo? In good health, I trust?"

He had come in the Real World illegally four times. The first one had been for Masaki's and Isshin's wedding. The second one had been for Ichigo's birth. The third had been for Ichigo's baptism. The fourth and last one was happening now. He didn't have the time to come to the world of the living to pay a visit to his sister because of his Captain's duties. Every time he did it was using the excuse that he was ill. And every time his Lieutenant Hinamori Momo had been very glad to subsitute for duties in his place. He had seen glimpes of Ichigo's power but he had acted as if he hadn't any interest in his nephew.

Masaki lead him to the living-room where little sleeping Ichigo was. Sôsuke smiled kindly. He had inherited his mother's features and her soft hair. He was going to be a beautiful young man when he grew up; one that would have success with the girls. That was certain. He had also inherited his father's eyes: he would possess in those eyes the same will power, the same determination and the same freedom of mind as would stay the members of the Kuchiki clan. It had been because of that, that Isshin had been forced to leave Soul Society and his Captain's seat. The Central 46 hadn't liked the way Isshin had been acting as a Captain. It had been frustrating because Mazaki had been forced to leave too or otherwise be separated from her husband.

Isshin was waiting for his best friend and brother-in-law eagerly in the living-room. He greeted him with his usual smile. Aizen had always wondered how Masaki had been able to fall for such a man. She hadn't ever explained in detail how, precisely she and Isshin had met. Only something small, once in passing.

Something about cigarettes from the living world and a moonlit night.

Aizen could see that no matter their differences, Isshin made Masaki happy, and in the end that was all that mattered.

"How are you? I hope you didn't have problems finding the clinic?"

"None at all. But some Hollows waylaid me." Aizen replied pleasantly.

Isshin laughed out loud; so he thought his lie had been believed. But, little did Aizen know, Isshin had this instinct of knowing exactly when someone was lying to him. Sometimes it was troubling to have such a man as a friend.

"Did you know you could simply say you had gotten lost?" Isshin questioned after a moment with a smile.

"My Pride wouldn't allow it." Aizen said, thanking Heaven then that he had a sister like Masaki. She had always been there to support him whatever the circumstances.

She laughed first, patting her brother on the back; sympathy in the gesture.

Then the two men joined in.

They drank then, talked more and laughed at Isshin's bad jokes.

Sôsuke knew something was up after a short while.

"I hope nothing upsetting has occurred, you're both acting quite strange today."

Isshin and Masaki gazed each other and looked back at him.

It was time to reveal to him what they wanted to do.

"We're leaving today and no one wants to babysit Ichigo. The neighbours are leaving too. They can't keep an eye on him."

If Aizen didn't have that huge control on himself, he would have had a heart attack. Deeply inside him, he heard Kyôka Suigetsu laughing hard. He didn't like the way his own Zanpakutô was making fun of him. He would take care of his own weapon later.

"You understand I would love to babysit my nephew, but I am also a Captain! The Sôtaichô would for sure be angered that I was hiding a child in my private quarters. My post itself would be in danger if anyone were to discover..." he trailed off.

Isshin's and Masaki's gazes were insistent.

Pleading.

These gazes made him think hard. He hadn't planned on this. He hadn't seen it happen. He was a strategist and had a manipulating and calculating mind. For the first time in his life he was supposed to think very quickly. He had to face a difficult situation which was implicating his own family and their child. But an idea came all of a sudden in his mind. Ichigo was both Human and Shinigami. His parents had given up their powers when they had left the Soul Society before Ichigo's birth. He could study him and his reactions which was impossible here on Earth. He acted as if he was hesitating.

He sighed, "fine, where is his suitcase?"

Thirty minutes later he watched Masaki's and Isshin's departure for Paris.

He was to take care of Ichigo for a week.

It was a difficult task and yet at the same time the very kind of opportunity he had been longing for.

Aizen bade them farewell with a smile.

He opened a Senkaimon and walked to his Squad headquarters. He verified no one had seen him. Then he took the direction of his private area. He met no one.

Evening had fallen and he had prepared Ichigo's room. Ichigo hadn't been awake himself during all of this. His parents hadn't told him anything about Soul Society and Shinigami. It was was just one other problem awaiting him in the morning with the child.

Questions.

From books, Aizen knew four-years old asked a lot of questions.

It was the age of asking. He was building a strategy to hide the child. Fortunately he had Kyôka Suigetsu no Kanzen Saimin, he was a master in Kidô and he was a good liar. It had to work.

He went to Ichigo's room, pausing in the doorway to take in the sight of the slumbering boy bathed in moonlight.

The child seemed an angel from Heaven in the moon rays.

It should...

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