The next morning, Umi woke up and got ready to go out. She grabbed her bag full of her massage things and walked out, grabbing the hundred dollar bill and shoving it into her bra while putting the address in her pocket. She hurried downstairs and outside before hailing a taxi. Once she got a taxi, she gave the driver the address and was off towards the outskirts of the city. Thirty minutes later, the driver dropped her off at the front door of the large mansion. She walked up the steps to the door and knocked. A few seconds later the door opened showing possibly the tallest man Umi had ever seen. She backed up slightly just to look at him but she instantly recognized him. Nnoitra Gilga, one of the men that had almost started the fight in the club

"What's this?" he asked looking down at her, a sneer spreading over his face. "A visitor, eh? Come to give us a personal show? Don't worry, I won't bite..." his sneer somehow widening, "unless provoked."

Her eyes widened as she took another step back. "I-I," she stuttered, her hand on her bag tightening.

"Leave her alone, Nnoitra, Boss wanted her to come," a bland voice said drifting out to Umi from inside the mansion. "I doubt he'd be thrilled to hear that you scared her off before she even stepped inside." Nnoitra scowled, backing out of the doorway and glaring at the much shorter man behind him. Umi looked at him, taking in his pale skin and green, indifferent eyes that were watching her. "I'll take you up to his library, he's already had a table brought up," he said, turning and walking away without waiting for her.

Umi hurried after him, taking one quick glance up at Nnoitra who smirked down at her. "Catch you later, pet," he smirked, closing the door and walking off.

Umi's eyes widened as she rushed after Ulquiorra. She looked around at the walls, taking in all the paintings and statues around the halls. "Y-Your boss is Sōsuke Aizen, right?"

"Yes," was the blunt answer she got. She sighed, walking two paces behind Ulquiorra as he led her to the library. He opened the door for her to walk in. "He'll be in in a few minutes, he asked that you would just wait in here." She nodded, walking into the library, looking around at the wall to wall shelves of books. Ulquiorra closed the door, leaving her alone to explore the large library.

Umi looked around the shelves, walking over to one of the walls and looking at the books at her eye level. She gently trailed her fingers down the spines of a few of the books.

"Do you like to read?" a deep man's voice asked suddenly from behind her. Umi jumped as she turned to see the owner of the voice, her eyes wide slightly. Standing in front of her stood Sōsuke Aizen. In only a bath robe. "I'm sorry if I startled you," he chuckled.

"I-it's fine," she stammered, she could feel a small blush creeping into her cheeks. Umi quickly turned away from him, looking back at the book shelf. "I was just admiring your books. I think you may have more than the city library," she commented jokingly.

"Hmm, it's possible. One of my associates does often forget to return them to the public library. If you look closely, you may actually see some that have the library alphabetizing system on them."

She could feel a small smile spreading over her face. Umi turned back to face him. "Thank you for the advancement."

Aizen smiled. "You're very welcome. It seemed like the least I could do since I've heard many good remarks about your massages."

Umi blushed slightly under the praise. "Well, then I suppose we should get started." She looked around the room, taking in for the first time the massage table against one of the walls. "If you'd lay down?" Aizen nodded, sitting down on the table before pulling his arms out of the robe and laying down on his chest. Umi bit her lip slightly as she gently slid the robe down around his waist. She could see every muscle flex in his well toned body as he shifted to get comfortable. She quickly shook her head before carefully resting her hands on his shoulders. As she rubbed his shoulders, she could feel the tense muscles in his shoulders slowly relax. Umi slowly rubbed down from his back, running her thumbs down his spine.

"Hmm, it seems they were right about you," Aizen murmurs, his voice muffled. "You could possibly do this as a full time job in stead of working at Urahara's nightclub. Although, from what my boys have said and from the few shows I have seen, it seems you're fairly good at that."

Umi laughed slightly, using her palms under his shoulder blades. "This job's just to help me between the paydays. My real job is at the club. In a way, I guess all of us girls owe him."

"Oh? And what has he done for you?"

She sighed. "He took us off the streets. Well, Rangiku and I at least. Urahara I guess was friends with Orihime's brother and Rukia just wanted to be able to hold her own without her brother." She blushed again. "I'm sorry, I'm sure my past isn't all that interesting."

Aizen sat up slightly, glancing over his shoulder at her. "On the contrary. It's interesting to me. I'm sure you've only hear rumors about me. How I killed my way through the ranks to get to the top."

Umi looked at him. "And did you?"

He sighed. "Once, and that itself was an accident."

"I've also heard that you'll say anything to get your way."

Aizen sat up slowly, facing her, his robe pooling in his lap. He studied her, his hand slowly reaching up to lightly stroke her cheek. Umi's eyes widened as her gaze glancing down at his well toned chest, her blush deepening. She looked back up at him. "I have no reason to lie to you," he murmured. "You may think it's foolish, but after watching you sing and dance, I felt as though I had to have you."

Umi's eyes widened even more as she backed up slightly. "I-I don't belong to anyone. You don't even know me, how can you say you 'had to have me'?"

"Perhaps that's not the best way to word it." He sighed. "Have you ever felt a sudden strong connection to a person?"

Umi studied Aizen's eyes. "O-Once. That's how I ended up on the streets to start off with. A feeling a connection to someone doesn't mean anything." She pulled away from him, turning away from him. "I'm sorry, but I don't think I'll be able to come back for another appointment." She pulled the hundred dollar bill out of her bra. "I'll return this to you."

Aizen sighed as he stood up and pulled his robe back on as he walked towards her. "That is for you, I hope you would reconsider. It's not safe for for a single woman in this town anymore."

She turned to look up at him. "If I didn't know better, I'd say that was a threat."

"Of course it's not; it's merely an observation I've made," he said smoothly.

Umi's eyes narrowed. "And an observation I've made over the years is that men single or not like you make this town unsafe for single women like me. Now then, I'll collect my things and be out of your way." She picked up her bag and quickly shoved her oils and lotions back in.

Aizen raised his eye brow slightly, watching her shove her things into her bag violently. "But I'm one of the men that's trying to make this place safer for everyone." She scoffed.
"And yet your gang is the reason for over half of the single mothers now stuck in this rat hole because they have no way to support themselves and their child so they have to go to the streets trying to keep it together," she snapped.

He blinked at her sudden outburst, pausing before he replied. For the first time, he took in all of the features of her face. "...Who was your father?"

Umi blinked in surprise before turning away from Aizen. "M-My mother never told me. She only ever told me that he was part of the Arrancars," she murmured. Never before had she told anyone that; not even her best friend Rangiku. She knew Urahara knew somehow, but he never had pressed her for information. "I-I have to go," she said quickly as started for the door.

Aizen watched her for a moment before grabbing her arm, turning her to face him, pulling her closer and kissed her full on. Her eyes widened in shock as her whole body froze while it tried to process what was happening. Instead of trying to fight back, she could feel herself slowly loosen up as she slowly leaned against him. A small smirk played over Aizen's lips as his arms slowly encircled Umi's waist pulling her closer to him. She lightly rested her arms on his chest while his tongue slowly ran over her lips begging an entrance. Umi shuddered slightly, her lips parting just enough for his tongue to slid in. She let out an involuntary moan as he began to explore the inside of her mouth before she pulled away slightly.

"I-I shouldn't...I can't...be here; it's not right," she whispered, somewhat out of breath.

"Then don't think," he murmured, bending down slightly as he slowly began trailing kisses down her neck. He could feel her breath catch in her throat as he found her weak spot. His smirk widened as he lightly nipped her, earning himself a small moan from her. "Just stay here for a bit, let me change your mind about me and 'my kind'," he whispered against her skin, letting his hands barely brush over her hips.

Another moan left Umi's lips, her will and reason escaping with it. "J-Just this once," she moans softly, closing her eyes slightly.

Aizen smirked, standing up straight. "I hoped you would say that. You won't need this with you," he said, gently taking her bag from her hand and placing it on his desk. "Shall we go somewhere a little more...private?" he whispered in her ear, his hand lightly resting on her wrist. Only a small nod from Umi was all he needed before he gently guided her through the second door in the library. He opened the door, letting her walk through first.

A small gasp left Umi's lips as she looked around the new room. A bedroom to be precise. The walls were a deep chocolate brown while the tables and chairs were a dark mahogany with gold accents. In the middle of the room was a large bed with a comforter the same shade of chocolate as the walls, white pillows laying neatly on top. Aizen chuckled, watching her eyes drink in every detail.
"Do you like it?"

Umi blinked. "You could fit my whole apartment in here." She looked up at him. "Don't you share this with anyone?"

Aizen's eyebrow raised in amusement. "Unfortunately not; I have yet to find that one person I want to share everything with."

"Do you say that to every girl?" Umi asked teasingly. She was surprised by the serious look in his eyes.

"Aside from the maids, you're the first woman to come in here. I consider it a private place."

"Then why am I here?"

He turned her to face in again, looking her straight in the eye. "Because you're different," he stated simply before kissing her more intently. She was first startled by the sudden and intense kiss, but again, she could feel herself loosen against him. Her fingers slowly closed around the fabric on his robe as she tried to pull him closer.
With his hands on her hips, Aizen slowly guided her back towards the bed. When the back of her knees came in contact with the bed, she paused, pulling away from him again.
"I-I've never done this before..." she murmured shyly.

"What? Make love or make love between satin sheets?" he chuckled, nuzzling her.

Umi bit her lip, a blush creaping into her cheeks. "B-Both," she whispered, turning her head away from him. Aizen blinked, gently taking her chin between his forefinger and thumb and turning her to face him.

"Then I'll be even more gentle with you. I won't allow you to forget it," he murmured, kissing her again, this time more softly. With one arm around her, he carefully turning them both so he sat down first before gently pulling her down onto his lap, her bent knees on either side of his waist. Umi slowly wrapped her arms around his neck with a sudden need to have him closer to her. Aizen rested his hands on her hips while his fingers slid under her shirt to caress her skin.

"I-I'm not s-sure about this..." she whispered.

Aizen gently put his finger under her chin, turning her head to face him. "We won't do anything you don't want," he murmured. "But you do look beautiful."

Umi looked up at him, biting her lip. "I-I'm s-scared to do this." He gently kissed her head, holding her face in his hands.

"It's alright." Aizen softly stroked her cheek.

She tilted her head against his hand. "A-Alright," Umi whispered, watching him.

He smiled softly, pulling her into another kiss, wrapping arms around her waist. Umi slid her hands over Aizen's chest, pushing his robe off his shoulders. He rubbed her sides, nipping her lip, listening to her moan into the kiss. Slowly, Aizen slid his hands down towards the rim of her skirt, slowly pushing it down, laying back as he did so. Her body tensed as she laid down on his chest; a small gasp left her throat as she felt something start to grow under her. Her eyes widened as she looked up at him, her whole face flushed.

He chuckled. "Forgive me," he nuzzled her, murmuring softly, "but this is what you do to me. Imagine my discomfort during one of your shows." He studied her face intently. "Are you still alright with this? Like I said, we can stop if you don't feel comfortable."

Umi shook her head. "N-No, I-I'm fine. Still a little nervous, I guess."

"Well don't be. I promise you, you won't regret it," he said softly, spreading light kisses down her neck as he slid her skirt down. He gently flipped them over, kneeling over her, looking and her naked body. "True beauty..." he murmured, watching her look away shyly. He chuckled, reaching down and untying his robe. Umi's eyes widened as she watched his robe slide off his body, exposing him to her fully. He leaned down over her, kissing down her neck to her chest, lightly nipping her earning even more moans.

"W-Will this h-hurt?" she moaned softly.

"Only a little in the beginning, I promise," he murmured returning to kiss her neck, lowering himself slowly until his pride lay between her legs, quivering in anticipation. "Are you ready?"

Umi moaned softly, feeling him lightly brush against her before she nodded. Gently, Aizen spread her legs, giving him enough space to slide between them. He slowly eased himself into her, her hands clinging to the sheets under her as a whimper left her lips. Tears in her eyes slowly rolled down her face. Aizen gently kissed away her tears, holding as still as he could to allow her to get used to him. As the pain left her eyes, he carefully moved experimentally earning another moan. He looked down at her face, looking for the okay for him to continue. She nodded once more and he began to thrust slowly, resting his hands on both sides of her face, his eyes never once leaving her face as he watched her become wrapped in the feeling of bliss. With each new thrust came a new series of moans; a small smirk grew on Aizen's face as he watched the woman below him moan and whimper his name just begging to be ravaged by him.

But no, he held back, sticking with the gentle side of everything, lightly trailing kisses down from her ear to her collar bone as he lowered himself onto his elbows, never once stopping his repeated thrusting. As her moans became more intense and frequent, he began to thrust faster, rubbing her hips slowly, feeling himself grow within her while she tightened around him. Aizen sat up on his knees, pulling her onto his lap, her arms wrapping around his neck tightly. Not wanting the pleasure she felt stop, Umi slowly began to move against him, pushing her self off of him only to have him reenter her just as quickly a few times before she slid against him, every time a moan escaping her lips. Aizen groaned slightly, one hand reaching around Umi to grip her firm backside, pulling her closer to him. His kisses became more frequent and feverish as he laid her back down, crawling over her and thrusting faster and harder as they both reached their climax. Her cries of ecstasy blended with his soft moans and groans as he felt himself release into her, his breathing coming in short pants like hers. Umi looked up at him, panting as well, noting the sheen of sweat covering them both; she could think of no words to say to the man that had just taken her virginity.

Aizen gave her a small smile. "I hope I haven't scared you away."

She shook her head. "I-I don't know yet," she whispered, looking away. "I-It's a lot to take in."

He studied her for a moment, his eyes tracing every curve of her body, memorizing it. "If you stay here, you would never have to work again. You wouldn't have to go back to that club ever. I could keep you safe here."

"A-And be a pet for you? No thank you. L-like I said, I owe it to Urahara for taking me in.

Aizen frowned slightly. "You sound as though he owns you," he said, pushing himself off of her to lay on his side next to her, his head resting on his hand.

Umi shook her head. "But staying here with you doesn't? I don't even know you, b-but here I am." She bit her lip. Her eyes darted towards him, meeting his eyes as he studied her.

"If you didn't want this to happen, why did you stay?" he murmured.

Umi opened her mouth, trying to figure that out herself. "I-I don't know," she whispered, looking away. He sighed, gently turning her face towards him.

"You don't have to know. Just stay here, please. You don't belong out in that world." He gave a small smile. "A rose in the middle of thorns, as it were."

She looked up at him. "I-I can't stay." Umi sat up, holding the sheet against herself as she looked around for her clothes. "I-I shouldn't have even come." As she stood up quickly, she reached down for her clothes, pulling them on hurriedly. She could here Aizen sigh as he too got up, walking over to his closet concealed by yet another door. With a quick glance over her shoulder, she watched him pull on a white suit. He turned back to her.

"Even if you don't stay, I want you to take this." He reached into a small suitcase in his closet and pulled out a small pistol. Turning, he held the handle out to her.

Umi blinked. "I-I already have one," she murmured.

Aizen gave her a small smile. "I know, but this one is untraceable. If you ever do have to use one, use this; no one will ever be able to link it to you." He watched her hesitate before slowly reaching out and taking the gun. She hurried back into the library and grabbed her bag, shoving the pistol into it and snapping it shut. He quietly followed her into the library and stood in the doorway, a sigh leaving his lips as he watched her. "If you ever need a place to come, you're welcome here," he said softly.

Umi paused just long enough to turn and look at him before grabbing her bag and hurrying out without a word. She nearly ran toward the door and out into the front driveway. A small shiver ran through her as she felt eyes watching her from the library window, but she tried to ignore it and hurried out to the street to hail a taxi.