Disclaimer: I don t own Bleach.

Summary: With the Winter War won the arrancars receive the spoils of war in the shape of their shinigami captives.

Pairing: Stark/Ukitake/Shunsui

Side pairings include: Gin/Kira, Tousen/ Shuhei, Grimmjow/Ichigo, Szayel/Uryu, other pairings may appear.

Warning: Yaoi, threesome, Mpreg, mentions of rape, bondage.

This happens to be my first Bleach story, so please be gentle in your criticism.

Please read and review.

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A New Beginning

Prologue

"Good afternoon gentlemen."

"Good afternoon Lord Aizen." The arrancars replied automatically as their lord took his seat at the head of the table while his two advisors stood to attention at either side.

"This is a great day for us, yet sadly also a terrible one." Aizen began.

"In the out math of the Winter War we have won the conflict over the shinigamis but alas all efforts attempted to construct the King's key, which this entire ordeal was set in motion for, has ended in failure." Their lord intoned slightly perturbed. "And by my comrades' calculations another effort cannot be accomplished for a long while."

A brief silence ensued in which not a single subject of the King of Hueco Mundo dared to speak. To utter anything now in the presence of the irascible Lord would surely be foolish.

Aizen resumed speaking.

"But the true issue of today that I wished to bring up is not to recount out disappointments, but it is to decide the fate of our captives." The brunette exclaimed as though actually caring about his subordinate's opinions' as opposed to having already formulated his own.

"As I see fit, the shinigami must try to repent for their sins, do you not agree?" he asked rhetorically. "And what better way than for the fallen souls to be integrated into our fair society as our servants and vassals?"

Although not a sound was uttered a wave excitement could be felt rippling across the room as the majority of the Arrancars pepped up at this announcement.

"So here's what I wish for you to do," he said planting his elbows on top of the table and interlocking his fingers together. "I want each of you to pay a visit down to the dungeons and select whomever it is you'd like to serve you as your charge "

"Hell ya!" Grimmjow suddenly exclaimed in a loud shrill voice. "That little orange haired bitch Kurosaki is mine!"

Aizen shot the sixth seat an un-amused look that instantly shut up the feline hollow. Once the sexta was quiet he continued.

"Now, you may select any pet you want and as many as you desire, taken into account that you can take care of them and keep them under control."

The group of 10 shot their superior a confused look. Aizen actually sounded serious on the last note.

Noticing the perplexed looks on their faces, the lord of Hueco Mundo smiled before continuing.

"Oh that's right, I forgot to mention; you must take excellent care of your wards and insure that nothing unfortunate occurs to them as well as to keep them in good health. For you see I have some special designs set for them in the future...an experiment, if you will..." He said without further expounding on his plans. "If I sense any of your wards to be in danger from yourselves or from others without your immediate protection or care your pets shall be taken away and you shall receive adequate punishment."

The arrancars exchanged looks of bewilderment and fear, seemingly to communicate their surprise and confusion to each other. Was this experiment so important that Aizen had to threaten them, his own subjects, with punishment to ensure that the losers from soul Society are treated acceptably?

"That is not to say that you cannot enjoy their company," Aizen remarked. "You may do as you please as long as there are no lasting physical or reiatsu based injuries. Your charges must be in peek health for what I and Szayel have planned for them."

Some of the espadas turned towards the octava. There was a large grin on the pink haired scientist's face and a wicked glint in his eye that usually meant that he had something major in the works.

"So, that is all there is to know...for the time being." The lord of Hueco Mundo proclaimed. "Are there any questions?"

Aaroniero raised his hand.

"Yes, Aaroniero?"

"What if we cannot or do not wish to take on any pets at the current time? Must we still?" the cylinder headed creature asked.

"No, it is not obligatory." the former captain said. "But judging from your faces and you reactions " he added amused, " I expect a great deal of you will not have that problem."

The arrancars smiled, pleased grins adorning the faces of most of them with the exception of Stark, Barragan, and Aaroniero.

"Well, since there is nothing further to discuss..." None of the Arrancar's spoke, "...you may leave to procure each of your charges."

There was the shuffling of steel as 10 seats were pushed back and the Arrancar's began to file out. Their movements were disciplined, but their faces and slightly jaunty movements betrayed their excitement.

"Stark " Aizen suddenly called before the entire had been vacated, " a word?"

The Primera, who had been just about to leave, shrugged and turned back into the room to reclaim his seat. His movements were unhurried and utterly indifferent. Unlike the others, Stark had no interest in pets and no desire to claim one from the prisoners held down in the dungeons. All he wished to do was to return to his room in order to continue his nap, but that appeared would have to wait till after Aizen was done with him.

Once the door closed behind the last of the enthusiastic Arrancars Aizen turned to the gunslinger. He sat back comfortably and crossed his legs before proceeding.

"Stark do you plan on taking a servant of your own?" Aizen asked; the condescending tone ever present in his voice. Stark was convinced that the man could not possibly cease his patronizing attitude even if he tried willingly of his own accord. But this time the Primera could tell the tone did not suggest the usual habit of self-glorification but that of hidden knowledge and designs. Aizen had something planned, and Stark somehow fit in to it.

"No, Aizen-sama," Stark replied. "I had no intention of procuring a charge."

"Oh? Why so?" Aizen questioned indifferently.

"I am not fit to take care of someone else as I have enough on my hands with Lillynette," Stark began. "The notion does not appeal to me, as well as I do not possess a fraccion of my own to handle a ward's needs."

"I comprehend your concerns and thoughts, Stark," Aizen retorted coolly insinuating his actual indifference to the espada's wishes, "But it is most unfortunate. For you see, whereas I claimed that the annunciation was not obligatory for your companions, I'm afraid it is an obligation for you."

Stark blinked. Suspicion and mistrust warred inside his mind, but outwardly he still retaining his laid back demeanor.

"May I ask as why so, Lord Aizen?"

Aizen's smirk seemed to widen.

"I have some very special plans that regard you, Primera, as well as for your chosen ward." He said as he sat back. "For now the project is confidential and still in its premature stages, but rest assured when the time comes you shall know."

Stark resisted the urge to scowl, knowing that any display of emotion would only serve to satisfy the other's ego. He tried to assess the situation in order to see if there was anyway for him to extricate himself from Aizen's web, but found none for the moment. Realizing he had no choice in the matter, he resigned himself to his fate.

"As you wish, Aizen-sama," Stark acquiesced as Aizen knew he would. "Would you like me to go and choose a subject now?"

"Do so please." Aizen said and motioned for the Arrancar to leave.

Just as Stark reached the door Aizen spoke up once again.

"Oh, and one last thing, Stark."

Stark halted with his hand on the door. Suppressing the urge to sigh, he turned to face Aizen self satisfied visage.

"Make sure to choose a powerful ward." He said in a surreptitious tone. "As you will have to be quite careful with them, wont you? What with all your power..."

TBC

What do you think?

This is my first bleach story. I'm not a big fan of bleach but I do have a soft spot for Stark and some other characters from the anime, enough so to inspire me to write a fic for them.

So please review and tell me what you think. Is my style good enough? Is the story acceptable or very badly written?