A/N Hey guys, the second chapter is prepared and ready! Enjoy.
DISCLAIMER: Lawyers, get off my case. Bleach isn't mine, so get out of my face!
There was a loud knock at the door as Isshin was just about to leave to get to work. He opened the door, and Mila-Rose stood there, surprised because the door had opened so quickly.
Where she came from, you emitted a blast of reiatsu to "announce" your presence. She did that out of habit, but since the Substitute Shinigami did not know anyone of her party's reiatsu signatures, and the fact that he wasn't good at sensing it anyway, assured her that no one would notice.
Isshin seemed surprised, and then filed the reiatsu to the back of his mind for reflection later. "Bye", he yelled, and ran out of the house. Mila-Rose saw him speed off into the distance with a lime green Prius. Mila-Rose snorted at his apparent lack of concern, and decided to enter.
She then beheld a serious looking girl, who looked about her physical age, and she had black hair. A sweet little girl in a homespun apron was serving pancakes. Also, her target, the one Aizen wanted to keep an eye on.
Substitute Shinigami Kurosaki Ichigo.
His orange hair shaded his eyes from her view, as he began to eat his stack of pancakes with only syrup on them. He then looked up, alerted at the sound of footsteps. He smirked, and turned his head to the side. He shook his head ever so slightly, held up a "wait" motion with a hand, and continued eating. While Mila-Rose was steaming with anger, she tried to keep it in check, sensing the strong spiritual pressure that exuded out of the boy's body in waves.
The bus rolled by and picked up Karin and Yuzu, and then Ichigo's focus centered on a Mila-Rose. "What do you want hollow? Why can't you arrancar quit? I successfully plucked Orihime from your grasp months ago, what makes you come back now?"
Mila-Rose blushed (he really was quite handsome close-up) and replied, "I mean you no harm."
"So you say", Ichigo exclaimed as he narrowed his eyebrows.
Mila-Rose couldn't help but notice how non-threatening Ichigo was when he had syrup running down his chin. "Think about it. If we really wanted to fight you, then the members of the Espada that you didn't maim would be swarming all over. Seriously, only a little child would think of such things."
Suddenly, Ichigo made a break for his room. The amazon blinked her eyes in surprise, and used sonido to appear in front of him, a dull zip giving Ichigo a warning. "Why are you running away? We didn't even get to have much of a conversation."
Ichigo started heading to the left. Mila-Rose instinctively followed his path; waiting for the feint she knew would come. He then surprised even her, an expert in movement. He ran straight at her, pell-mell. She was watching his belly-button (well, where it would be) and waited for him to go left or right. Contrary of her expectations, she found herself looking up at Ichigo's stylish pajama bottoms as he front-flipped over her and raced into his room.
She then felt raw reiatsu drive her to the floor. Ichigo, holding the hilt of Zangetsu, walked out, wearing his original Shinigami robes. He smirked and replied, "Well, let's finish the conversation then." Mila-Rose knew when she was outmatched.
"It's about Aizen's weakness! I beg of you, stop!"
Ichigo and Mila-Rose stared at each other and then Ichigo said, "Come with me then."
Mila-Rose heard his murmured words. "But if you try anything funny, you won't look pretty ever again."
Mila-Rose was beside herself as she walked down the hall with Kurosaki. He said I was pretty. She was suddenly bursting with excitement and walked with a spring in her step. Ichigo noticed when she started to fall down the stairs. He grabbed her arm gently, leaving their faces about an inch apart, her being at the top of the short staircase, and he being at the penultimate stair down. He blushed visibly, his face turning as red as his namesake. He quickly helped her down the stairs, and still blushing, forced himself to keep his composure, and sure enough, that awkward smile was replaced with his trademark scowl as soon as both of them had sat down.
"So, you were saying something?" Mila-Rose tried to appear haughty, but the blush was still evident on her cheeks. "I have the honor of protecting the princess of Hueco Mundo, or the Third Espada. Well, the former Third Espada, since we had to vacate the premises...for life. My two sisters received the honor as well. We wanted to ask if you would help us protect her from Aizen's machinations and to ultimately keep her safe from harm until this whole war was over. Do you think you can do this for us? We swear that we will help you in a fight if he sends forces, and give you tips on how to defeat them. Will you help us in this venture?"
Ichigo only had a mind on one thing. Protection. He whole-heartedly agreed, but added as an afterthought, "Why does she need protection if she is—I mean was the Third Espada?" Mila-Rose simply said, "She is a princess. There are no more heirs, and I played with her when I was quite small. I would do anything and stoop to any level to protect her."
Ichigo's eyes softened. He could definitely emphasize with her. He stuck his chin out and said, "Alright, you have yourself a deal! Where should we meet? We need to think of a plan and fast. We never know when Aizen would deploy his forces."
He reached his hand across the table to Mila-Rose. "Tomorrow then?" Mila-Rose extended her hand and shook his hand. The only two thoughts that rampaged through her mind were the plan is being followed easier than we expected. The other was "OMG HE'S TOUCHING MY HAND!" Mila-Rose responded with a simple reaction. Struggling to make sure her emotions didn't get the best of her, she smiled and replied. "It's a plan."
A/N The next chapter should be up by the middle of the week. Seeya later!