Memo; AizenGin in this chapter. O.o Its kinda creepy, cause they're both weird as hell…but yeah. GrimmIchi will come shortly. You can skip over it if you're not interesting. Just read the fist three sentences…P

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Disclaimer; If I owned bleach I would not be wasting my time writing fanfics about it. I would have the voice actors bound in my closets and well…you figure out the rest.

Gone Wrong.

01.

The Reason Being His Melting Heart.

"You know…" Gin said smoothly, sauntering over to where Aizen sat. "Was It a great idea ta give that crazy potion ta the Espada? Especially in secret. They are the highest in tha hollow sense…their youngins might even outrank you." A air in his tone plainly told he was teasing, holding his grin tightly in its sacred resting place. Only Aizen, and maybe Matsumoto If put in this position, could read that he was truly happy. His eyes, they were the dead giveaway. They would squint together with added stress, creating ripples and folds that would move in weird angels across his pale skin, dominating around the corners of his eyes. That is what told Aizen that his smile was not the typical theatric.

It wasn't rare for Gin to give a tangible grin when he was with the hollow king, no, the thing that made the king gleam inwardly at was the fact his hands were twitching. Defiantly a clue that he was amused. And greatly. Aizen was sure he was barely able to hold himself in his designated place with the anxious butterflies tickling at his innards.

"Why, Gin," Aizen said looking over his palm towards the other shingami traitor. "I do believe even if it had been a "bad idea" you wouldn't have minded in the least. Drama thrills you," He let the arm fall from under his prominent jaw, and gave Gin a smoldering stare. Gin, if he had his eyes open, would have blinked in surprise. The raw emotion that stirred underneath the earthy orbs of his lover and king were astounding. Though the fact that he was a ex captain, which had went through perilous hours of training, also helped out in the fact that he had shown any sign of recognition.

"Captain, if ya keep starin at me like that I might hav'ta scold you're mothur for not raising you with manners." Gin replied wagging a finger as he took another step forward. Gin knew If he had been anyone else, his decapitated head would be thudding against the floor paneling right about know. Aizen knew it too.

The brunette laughed softly and reached with a large hand to grab Gin's hakama tie. He yanked Gin down on his lap, and with a giggle Gin responded almost immediately, making sure to stick the landing flawlessly. He had mentioned it before, sticking the landing. Aizen had cackled. Gin would never forget it. He had the power to make a man so immensely potent show his only weakness, the one about him loving Gin, and like showing it all the while. It made him feel special. The phenomenon that he got Aizen to show emotion was just a added bonus.

Gin wrapped his arms snugly around the others larger shoulders, and giggled again curling his feat into himself so he could sit more comfortably. Aizen had locked one of his own arms around Ichimaru's thighs, while the opposite resting under the bridge of Gin's back. Aizen captured the foxes lips in a heated dance of tongues before pulling back, smiling, his eyes still glowing with unhidden warmth. He shifted so he was stroking the pale mans purplish locks with a single finger.

Aizen had hoped he hadn't offended Gin by creating Tasanik, he had actually done it out of compassion for the man. It combined two things Gin idolized; Drama, like started earlier, and children. Innocent and pure, Gin loved them. All of them. It was strange, Aizen had mused to himself, that someone so devious and secretive had a frailty for kids. But after many days and nights of dissecting Gins thoughts and actions, he had finally formed a concrete reason as to why. Gin had been deprived of his childhood at a young age, and Gin had always longed to have babies of his own, to love and nurture them, to not let them be ripped from their purity and torn to pieces with the cruel reality of the world.

"I can't wait for all of the muchkins to be runnin around," Gin said in comparison to Aizens thoughts. Aizen rubbed a finger down to Gins throat, moving is soft circles. "Ya know I like em'" Aizens fingers trembled as the fox talked, his voice sending sound waves. "You're gonna let me play with them, right?" He slightly taunted again, opening his Ruby eyes to stare out at his lover. He wasn't sure though, if Aizen wanted him around the new hollows. Would he think that he would be jealous, and maybe try to hurt them? His psyche was split down the center, one side thought that notion was utterly ridiculous, while the other, the one who was weak and needed support, thought the idea was plausible.

"Of course," Aizen muttered, leaning down to suck at Gin's neck. The fox let out a moan, and squeezed himself farther into Aizen's embrace. The brunette had always felt responsible…Gin would never get the chance to raise any of those anticipated new borns. He was Aizen's now, and no way in hell would he ever let the man go, but he still had felt horribly for not being able to give his lover what he wanted.

That was when the problem with the number of arrancar had came into play, and it had all snapped into place. The Tasanic was only the beginning of the research that Aizen would pursue, he wouldn't stop until Gin got what he yearned for.

"Ya did it for me didn't ya taichou?" Gin mumbled softly.

Aizen didn't stop his sucking, and Gin writhed, waiting for an answer. "Yes," was all he got. That was enough. He pulled back, and grabbed Aizen's collar bone for support before slamming the twos lips together.

"I love yah," Gin mumbled in Aizen's ear.

"And I, you…" Aizen whispered back, causing Gin to shudder.

--

"Our lord is bipolar!" A female arrancar wailed, clenching her eyes shut and running in circles. "First he sends us off to war, and now he wants us to become sentimental?! I refuse to do this shit! I just wanna fight, not fuck!"

""This sucks ass. So much ass. You don't even know how much ass this had to suck to began with, to becoming this sucking of ass." A shrill voice echoed after.

"I know, this is gay as hell!" Another girl screeched, joining in with her friends.

"You just said hell was gay," A powerful voice stated plainly, making the two girls swirl around. "So, apparently, Satan ass fucks his demons?" The three girls blushed, basking in their own ignorance. This was suppose to be a place where they could yell all of their thoughts and no one, especially someone as hot yet dangerous as Grimmjow, could hear them. They were seriously beginning to notice how extremely good locking he was, 'Stupid Potion!' One yelled inside her thoughts. But they should know bu now that nothing was private in Hueco Mundo.

"What are you screaming around about, bitches." Though Grimmjows tone was menacing his facial expression was uninteresting. What could three losers tell him that he wanted to know? He was just humoring them.

The first female turned red, almost the color of her bloody colored hair, and stuttered out. "Aizen-Sama made us take this po-potion." Grimmjow gave the girl a odd look. Not just because he hated stuttering, but for the reason Aizen was known to give out strange drugs or potions all the time, because he was bored and wanted to see what would happen. "Th-that's not the reason I'm upset. Its that the potion makes you…uh…" She blushed again.

"Damn! Spit it out, cunt!" A blue headed boy spoke up from the back. "He said it makes us wanna fuck anyone and everyone we come in contact with since he doesn't have time to create more arrancar." The boy finished. "And it sucks because it takes time out of the day that we could be training…and we have to stay here until it takes effect." He mumbled.

"Heh, if I had gotten that potion I would be enjoying myself right now." Grimmjaw had started to walk away, smirking at the thought of getting to pound anyone just because he had met their gaze. That would be a enjoyable experience.

Grimmjow was currently stalking towards the espada meeting room, it seemed that Aizen also wanted to speak with them. Grimmjow had made it a habit to com ein late, not horribly late, just three or four minutes. Just enough time for Tousen to wonder if he was going to show, resulting in the blind man's aggravation towards him as he went smirking through the door.

When he eventually made it there, three minutes late as always, everyone was already waiting. Tousen was glaring blanly, and Halibel let out a hollow sigh. 'Idiot," She thought. "Aizen will never be bothered by your incompetence, he will only slaughter you when you're of no use to him.'

All had steaming cups of tea resting in front of them, most of them being empty. He sat down with a lous thud at his spot, and stared blankly down at his Tea.

"Welcome Grimmjow," Aizen smiled, and Grimmjow prayed that somewhere in his demented mind Aizen was peeved at him. If he was, he didn't show it.

Grimmjow chose not to answer, instead watched as Nnoitora gulped down the rest of his drink with one long slurp. The teal haired bastard looked at the espada with a questioning glance, but Noitora ignored it and he held his cup in the air. A women ran swiftly and retrieved the small mug, filling it to the brim with more of the sweet brown substance. The espada were waiting patiently for their lord to began, though most would rather be shoving spoons of their ass.

Aizen proceeded to speak about battle plans, and after the first few sentences Grimmjow had tuned him out. He would battle the way he wanted, and he would be damned it he followed any plan. Plans were overrated, and begged for mistakes. At least when you winged it, you're mistakes could be used to your advantage but in plans everything had to be precise.

Being affected by the utter boredom oh his situation, he slowly took his first sip of his drink.

'This stuff is like crack!' Grimmjow couldn't make out any real difference in the taste, but it was there. And it was delicious. 'No wonder everybody's been drinking this, the stuff before this tasted like shit!" It was true, the majority of arrancar dreaded Aizens tea and avoided it like the plague.

Finally after what seemed like hours of mindless droning, Aizen had released them. Grimmjow had padded to his quarters slightly more perked and aware than usual, as did his fellow espada. It was like he had drank a energy drink, and even after a couple hours of working out, Grimmjow still had excess stamina.

"Fuck this shit," Grimmjow stated as he swiped clearly through a another weak hollow. It had been the three hundredth one this morning, and he could easily take out another two or three hundred before the day ended. "I'm going somewhere to get some real action, something to do besides just wave my sword around and kill three or four of these worthless fucks." He turned and with a snarl opened a gargantua. "You coming!?" He demanded to the spirit power that was hiding behind some rocks to his far left. They had been there for a while, watching him train but they had made no move to attack so Grimmjow hadn't taken any caution.

Five arrancar stepped out and dashed towards the portal, and with a final glare Grimmjow stepped through himself.

--

Ichigo Kurosaki had been going through hell the past two weeks.

It had all started with him being a noble shingami and protected his town. He had finished killing a hollow that had strayed to far towards Karakura, and had taken on some minor wounds. By the time he had reached his house he was exhausting, and barely able to drag his body inside the door. Lets just say that Isshin wasn't…and well…Ichigo couldn't block fast enough. His insane father had actual broken his collar bone with a ninja kick of death, all the while shouting "Ichigoooo!". Of course Isshin had flipped out as soon as he noticed his precious son wasn't moving and had immediately did a standard procedure on him to make sure he wasn't dead or horribly injured… everything he could think of…which to Ichigo's horror consisted in mouth to mouth, and CPR.

So here he was lounged out on his couch, a deeper scowl marring his features that what most were starting to get accustomed to. He had nothing to do besides watch TV, and after doing utterly nothing but, the strawberry had developed a strange hate for the inanimate object. He scowled at it, and if he wasn't so high on pain killers, he could have sworn it was glaring back.

'I'm so bored," Ichigo thought. 'You should be able to fix this. But you won't because you're a worthless! Piece of shit!' He sighed with himself, he was talking to a TV, and lazily played with the remote in his hand before chancing it.

Click. American Idol.

He stared.

'Simon, wear a fucking long sleeved shirt. Your pale hairy arms make me want to vomit.' Ichigo though dryly before changing the channel.

Click. Spongebob Squarepants.

He rolled his eyes.

'Who ever sold this concept is THE best salesman in the world. I don't know how you can sell a show about a sponge living underwater who is friends with a starfish, a squirrel, and an octopus. AND LIVES IN A FUCKING PINEAPPLE.' Ichigo was already peeved, so he gave up and threw the remote across the room hitting a small figurine that his sister had made. She had recently taken art classes and had been doing well, Ichigo grumbled, and told himself he would buy her a new one before pulling on a skull imprinted hoodie.

"Dad," he yelled, sliding on some sneakers. He was still sore, but he desperately needed to get out of the house. "I'm going for a walk."

Author Note Thingy; So, yeah, that's the best I can come up with in a period of three hours. ..; Probably smex in the next chapter. Oh - and I'm still thinking of who I can pair with Uryu. Uryu needs some lurve too. His hair owns. o-o;

Anyways, yeah, so if you want to see pairings tell me.
Permanent pairing are approaching! Duh-duh-duhhhhhhh.

And, whoever said it was just Ichigo getting pregnant here? serious face