Note: the clapping game was based off the game I used to play with my niece when she was a baby. She would take my hands to clap, to stimulate that she herself was clapping.
Scatter the enemy, Los Lobos. Trying to remember Starrk's resurreccion just in case since his role is significant in this fic. And no, it won't be a StarrkxIchigo pairing! Maybe next time . . . .
Breaking the Twilight by Boogermeister
Chapter 2- Bodyguard Duties
Tensa tapped his feet loudly on the tiled floor and was amazed by the noises. The large hallways was very empty so the sound echoed clearly. He waddled towards the noise where he thought was coming from. I smiled and tapped my foot against the floor, Tensa glanced at me and squealed at the louder noise. "Tah!" he smiled. I tapped again, and he squealed as he stomped his feet.
"Want me to stomp, Tensa?" I smiled, stomping in response. He squealed excitedly as he danced around in a circle, clapping his hands. I laughed a little at his antics. I needed to be cheered up anyway, I hadn't heard anything from Aizen about the attack in Karakura Town two nights ago. I wasn't sure if he had kept his promise, then again he's nothing but a deceiver.
"Heh heh . . . .!" Tensa giggled happily, toddling around the corner. I immediately followed after him and I felt a familiar reiatsu coming our way. But it wasn't threatening as he was walking towards us with his hands in his pockets. Grimmjow, the Sexta Espada, gazed at us nonchalantly and simply nodded as he moved past Tensa. "Geh-Geh!" my young son stepped towards him and grabbed at his hakama leg.
"Hm?" Grimmjow glanced down at him, Tensa gave him a toothy grin and shook at the fabric but the blue-haired Arrancar simply blinked at him.
". . . . Guess Tensa wants to challenge you, Grimmjow," I said, smiling a little. Grimmjow glanced at me and shrugged.
"Give it a couple of years, and I'll take that challenge," he muttered as he tugged his pants away from Tensa's tiny hands. Without another glance, he walked away. I frowned a little as I watched him going away. Since that day the news broke out that I was pregnant, Grimmjow seemed to have lost respect for me. He barely called me 'Kurosaki' or 'Soul Reaper', let alone any names at all. Probably because he used to see me as his equal, fighting-wise. Now I was above him, just because of Aizen.
Tensa quickly lost interest once Grimmjow was gone and continued wandering around the windowless corridors. I still had a hard time having a sense of time because of Hueco Mundo's nightly sky. I was told what day Tensa was born, May 15th. Right now, it was late Spring, near summertime, but he hadn't seen any environment that stimulates seasons. All he saw was nothing but sand. "Uhn!" Tensa muttered, his arms sticking up to trying to touch the high ceiling.
"You can't reach it, Tensa," I said, walking up to him. "You wanna go outside, though?" He glanced at me and smiled, reaching up for me to pick him up. I did so, and walked. I don't get lost as often as much in Las Noches, but I was only allowed to be in certain areas. As I turned to my right, I saw Starrk leaning against the wall leisurely. "Starrk, what are you doing here?" I asked, walking up to him.
"Aizen-sama sent me here to escort you where you're going, Ichigo-sama," replied Starrk.
"Oh, he did now?" I frowned with much disdain. "Why should he care? He didn't bother to tell me anything else about it." Starrk merely blinked at me. He was so used to my anger towards Aizen, either that or he was just lazily indifferent about it.
"If you're finished . . . ." he sighed as he started walking. I scoffed softly as I went past him, Tensa mumbled and glanced at me in slight concern. I don't like it when he sensed my distress. It would make him feel stressed as well. "If it makes you feel any better . . . . your friends are all right, Ichigo-sama," Starrk informed me. I felt my heart flinched in surprise, I sighed in relief as I hugged my son closer. "The other arrancars didn't try to harm them to a serious point, but they're okay."
"Thanks, Starrk," I sighed. I managed to find the right exit and walked out into the fake daylight. Tensa squealed when I set him down on the sand and ran off, or tried to as he harmlessly tripped and fell. "Be careful, Tensa," I muttered, as he got up and waddled away without a scratch. I followed closely behind, as did Starrk, though he did it with his barely opened eyes while he was resting against a large rock.
"Mah . . . ." Tensa muttered as he bent down, picking up a small handful of the cool sand. When he opened his palm, the grains slipped from his fingers. "Huh?" he frowned in confusion, he knew he had the sand in his hand but nothing was there.
"What's wrong, Tensa?" I asked quietly.
"Mehh," he replied, pointing at the ground. I smiled a little before kneeling down in front of him. I grabbed a handful of sand and opened my palm, the grains trickled through my fingers but it was still there.
"See? I got some," I smiled. Tensa stared at my hand and smiled back, clapping his hands as usual. To join in, he grabbed mine, not caring about the sand anymore, and forced them to clap. It was better to do things his way, but I didn't mind as I clapped with him.
I only stared at my son's happy face. The next thing I knew, Starrk suddenly sonido'd in front of us and grabbed us before sonido'd again towards another area. "Wha--"
"Stay here," Starrk warned, just a split-second before we heard a loud explosion nearby. We were just there a few seconds ago but now it was just a large geyser of sand. Tensa flinched at the sudden noise and started to cry.
"What was that?!" I questioned, embracing Tensa protectively in my arms.
"An Arrancar, no doubt about it," the first Espada calmly replied. As the sand fell, we saw a large Arrancar crashing through the ground. It appeared to be deranged, as its crimson eyes glared at us without any recognition. It opened its mouth to form a cero, aiming for me and Tensa. Starrk suddenly appeared in front of it, with the sword in his hand. "You're a fool to attempt harm on Ichigo-sama and the prince," he muttered without remorse, beheading the hollow with one clean swipe.
The dead Arrancar fell heavily to his side, blood splurting out profusely from the opened wound. I blocked Tensa's view from the violent sight as Starrk seathed his zanpaku-tou. ". . . . What was that about?" I muttered in anger and confusion. "It was trying to attack us for no reason."
"Are you all right, Ichigo-sama?" asked Starrk when he glanced at me.
"Yes . . . . Tensa's still a little scared," I muttered, he was still crying against my chest as I stroked Tensa's hair to comfort him.
"Oh my . . . . Aizen won't be happy about this." I turned around at the new voice and saw Gin strolling casually towards us. "What happened here?" he questioned with the deceiving grin on his face.
"An Arrancar attempted to harm Ichigo-sama and the prince," Starrk answered. "I apprehended it just before it had a chance to attack."
"Indeed, ya did," grinned Gin, glancing at the dead body. "It appears that ya have killed one of Szayel's fracciones. Yes, I recognized that one some time ago." He merely shrugged at the sight before glancing at my son, instantly I turned my body to block his conniving view. "Guess the Octavo will be punished for this. After all, it was his subordinate that was trying to hurt the kid."
". . . . I'll report the news to Aizen-sama," replied Starrk.
"Ya better," Gin said as he walked away. I never liked that man.
We waited shortly in the throne room, Starrk and I arrived before Aizen since Gin went away to get him. Tensa was still shaken up in my arms, whimpering quietly as his tears continued to flow. "Everything's okay now, Tensa," I whispered, kissing at his head. "The monster's already gone . . . ." But it was useless, he was still terrified of the event earlier.
"He's not calming down . . . ." Starrk obviously pointed out. I didn't bother to deal with him, he saved my son's life anyway.
"Tensa . . . . it's okay," I muttered as I hugged him tighter. But Tensa couldn't stop in time, when the two ex-captains came in. Aizen glanced at me then at Tensa and frowned in disappointment.
"What's wrong with him?" he questioned as he suddenly flash-stepped in front of me. I shuddered slightly from his reiatsu, it was increasing in anger.
"A fraccion, from the Octavo Espada Szayel Aporro Granz's condition, escaped from his laboratory and tried to attack Ichigo-sama and your heir," Starrk explained. "Luckily, I was there to kill it and saved their lives."
"Is that right?" Aizen questioned, caressing at Tensa's tear-stained face. "So that's why Gin requested for Szayel Aporro to meet us here." He glanced at me again and touched at my face rather tenderly. "Are you hurt, Ichigo?"
"No, Aizen-sama," I replied quietly, but his expression was still stiffened with anger. He turned his attention when he heard a secret entrance opening behind him. The scientist arrancar walked in, he appeared to be a little troubled by the coming ordeal as he glanced at us.
"Is there something the matter, Aizen-sama?" he asked quietly.
"Szayel Aporro," he said, the tone of his voice was matching with his steadily rising reiatsu. Instinctively, I stepped back for Tensa's safety. Even the Primera stepped in between us and he protected us with his own reiatsu. "Starrk told me that your fraccion escaped from your laboratory."
"Yes . . . . that's right, Aizen-sama," Szayel replied uneasily, his knees buckling from the pressure.
"But that's not all," Aizen frowned as his eyes narrowed and stepped towards him. "That fraccion . . . . tried to kill my heir. Is that right, Szayel Aporro?" Szayel blinked and his eyes widened in shock. He then glanced at Tensa, who was still crying in my arms, then back at Aizen.
"I am so sorry for the incident, Aizen-sama!" he pleaded, kneeling down for forgiveness. "Please forgive me! I didn't mean for it to happen! That fraccion was a defect and I meant to destroy it--"
"But Starrk was the one that destroyed it, and I am grateful for that," Aizen cut him off, his reiatsu peaked and I would have suffocated underneath it if it weren't for Starrk. "As for you . . . ." he muttered, as his hand glowed with a black aura. "I have no choice but to reprimand you."
"But, Aizen-sama--"
"Hadou number 90," Aizen chanted, flash-stepped in front of Szayel. "Kurohitsugi." All I heard was a blood-curdling scream as I saw a black, box-like energy surrounding the Espada. Suddenly, Tensa stopped crying for some reason and stared at the sight. The box shattered, leaving severely injured Szayel on the floor with blood puddling around his body. "You're lucky that I didn't kill you," Aizen frowned as he stepped away and walked towards us. "But the next time, I won't be so nice."
"Y-yes, Aizen-sama . . . ." Szayel muttered hoarsely. Aizen didn't bother to glance back as he stared at Tensa.
"Are you okay now, my son?" he asked, stroking through his hair. The next thing I heard, was a soft giggle from the child. My eyes widened at the unexpected sound and glanced at him. My innocent son was happy that his father punished someone for making him cry. "I'm glad that you're happy, Tensa," Aizen smiled.
"Dah," smiled Tensa. My jaws clenched in disbelief, I don't want my son to be tainted by him so soon.
"Aizen-sama," Starrk muttered quietly.
"I was right about having you as a bodyguard," smirked Aizen, glancing at him. "As the Primera, your only role is to ensure the safety of Ichigo and my heir. You know that, right Starrk?"
"Yes, Aizen-sama . . . ." he nodded, yawning softly.
"Good," Aizen smiled. He turned to me and leaned down to kiss my lips. "Considering today's event, you are to stay in your quarters until I assume that it's safe. Is that all right with you, Ichigo?"
"Yes, Aizen-sama," I replied.
"All right then. Starrk."
"Of course, Aizen-sama," Starrk replied as he led me out of the throne room. Tensa was slowly returning to his old self, but I wasn't happy about it. He was gradually becoming like his father, getting sick pleasure from hurting others.
". . . . It was completely jet-black, it was like a regular katana but much more powerful," I explained to Tensa, who was sitting snugly on his bed. I was holding a regular wooden sword, the closest thing of having back my zanpaku-tou, and twirled it playfully. "In my bankai, I was much faster," I smiled a little. "I evaded Byakuya Kuchiki's thousands of petal-like blades so many times, even when he was close to getting me plenty of times. And I released my only attack, Getsuga Tenshou, at him. It was like this . . . ."
I hunched my shoulders and spread my feet apart as I held my sword to my left. "Getsuga Tenshou!" I cried out as I swung it, practically like a baseball bat, dully slicing through the air. Tensa laughed at my pathetic attack but clapped for my effort. I couldn't help but laugh as well, it was odd to imagine it with a wooden sword but the memory of my battle with Byakuya was fresh in my mind. It was during the time when Rukia was about to be executed because she gave me her soul reaper powers.
But it turned out that the execution was a part of Aizen's elaborate plan, to destroy Soul Society and eventually Karakura Town to kill the Soul King. I confronted him just once and he nearly sliced me in half, but left me alive because I was 'interesting' to him. If I had knew that he meant it intentionally, I would have kept my guard up when I went to Hueco Mundo to save Orihime. One thing led to another, and I was somehow captured by that bastard.
"Mama . . . ." Tensa spoke, breaking my chain of thoughts and I glanced at him.
"Sorry, Tensa," I smiled sheepishly walking up to his small bed and carefully sat next to him. "I was thinking a bit too hard a minute ago." Tensa smiled at me and leaned close to me. ". . . . Wanna hear about your other family?" I asked, and his eyes twinkled at the recurring subject. "I thought so," I smiled. "I used to live in Karakura Town, with your grandparents and your twin aunts. Your grandfather was a crazy guy, he would try to attack me by surprise. Whenever I'm sleeping, eating, or leaving or entering the house. Me and your aunts would call him 'Goat-Face' because of his five o'clock shadow."
"Hee . . . ." giggled Tensa. I smiled and pulled him onto my lap, pushing aside the sword.
"Your aunts, Karin and Yuzu, are a polar opposites of each other," I continued, my fingers stroking lazily through his chestnut hair. "Yuzu was sweet and nice and would do household chores. Karin, however, was a bit cynical and prefer to play sports since she was such a tomboy. But she was special, like me. She could see spirits as I could." I kissed him tenderly on his head. "Your grandmother . . . . she was the most important person in my life," I muttered quietly. "She was the most caring woman in the whole world, she was always smiling no matter what the situation.
"I was such a mama's boy and a crybaby, my old friend Tatsuki would always win in our karate class and I would cry when I would lose by her. But by the end of the day, I would stop the moment I saw your grandmother. She had beautiful wavy auburn hair, my hair color was a bit similar to hers but mine was too bright." I smiled sadly, hugging my son close to my heart. "One rainy day, she was gone. By a hollow." Tensa blinked up at me in confusion, he doesn't really know the difference between the soul-eating monsters and other people. "I don't want you to lose me at a young age as I had lost her."
"Uhm . . . . Mama," muttered Tensa, his tiny hands reached to touch my cheeks. My smile widened a little as I gently grabbed one of his hand. It was really small against my palm, but it was even smaller when he was born. I still was in my spirit form the entire time I was held here; but I might be aging as I noticed it a little. Considering that, I was only sixteen when I had Tensa. Aizen was much older, despite his lengthy age he has a face of someone in his late thirties or early fourties. That bastard was practically a pedophile with the way he sexually used me.
"I promise, Tensa," I muttered. "I won't let him take you away from me. You're the only person that keeping sane here in this hell." He smiled innocently at me, but my promise was true. Without him in my arms, I'm practically dead inside. Tensa glanced at the wooden sword and tried to reach for it. "You want this?" I sighed as gripped it with one hand. I placed the handle into his hands but it was obviously heavy for him. Regardless, he tried to hold with all his might. I helped him, securing his hand with my own and held the sword straight forward in front of us.
"Bankai . . . ." I mutttered quietly. "Tensa Zangetsu . . . ."
"Yeeh . . . .!" Tensa squealed as he splashed sloppily in the soapy water. I sighed in frustration, holding his squirming body in the sunken bathtub along with me in it. I think he liked to get cleaned a bit too much. Reaching for the washcloth that fell from my hand for the fourth time, Tensa splashed water in my face. "Hee hee," he giggled as I frowned at him with my wet hair sticking close to my head.
"Keep laughing," I scoffed, placing him in my lap and scrubbed gently at his face. He squirmed at little, but I was holding him securely against my bare chest. "You're such a mischievous devil . . . ." I muttered, though the real devil was somewhere in Las Noches. Probably conversing with the espadas. He finally calmed down as I washed at his chest and neck, babbling quietly as he gazed at the moving water. Glancing up, I reached for a small bottle of shampoo and flicked it opened. Pouring a decent amount on top of Tensa's head, I scrubbed the cooling liquid into his wet hair.
"Bah . . . ." Tensa sighed in relaxation, now playing with the washcloth. I smiled a little as I continued, only to frown when I sensed him coming back.
"Ichigo . . . .?" Aizen called out.
". . . . I'm in the bath," I replied, gently rinsing the lather off Tensa's hair with my hand cupping the water. I heard him walking towards here, making subtle noises of clothes taking off. I hate it when he interrupt my bath time with Tensa. He wasn't welcome in my private times but he didn't care nonetheless.
"Ah, you have Tensa with you?" I glanced over my shoulder and saw Aizen half-naked. I immediately blinked in disgusted surprise, he was having an arousal tenting under his hakama. And in his hand was the bottle of lubricant. I scowled as he strolled towards us, I concealed Tensa's eyes with my hand as he promptly discarded the rest of his clothes.
"I find that inappropriate, Sousuke-sama," I scowled, as he sank down into the tub across from us.
"What is, Ichigo?" Aizen smirked at me, leaning back leisurely.
"You're having an erection around Tensa," I scoffed. Good thing my son was being busy with the washcloth. Mimicking me, he tried to wash my chest and stomach.
"I apologize, I thought you had put him to bed before coming in here," he replied quietly. "But are you done with him anytime soon?" I scoffed before turning my attention to Tensa. I rinsed off the rest of the shampoo from his hair. I was finished with him but I didn't want to stay any longer with Aizen. But I had no choice regardless. Shifting my body to my knees, I turned to grab the folded towel. After unfurling it, I quickly wrapped it around Tensa. As I ruffled his hair dry, I could feel that bastard's bronze eyes roaming down to my ass.
"I'll be right back," I frowned, getting out of the tub and quickly wrapped my waist with a towel. Picking up Tensa, I brisked out of the bathroom. It was connected to my room across from Tensa's, as I quickly walked into his room. "Sorry, Tensa . . . . I can't play with you right now," I sighed. Settling him down to his bed, I put the clean clothes on him.
"Duh?" Tensa blinked at me in confusion, he didn't understand why I couldn't play with him. I glanced back and sighed sadly. I don't want to leave him alone but I can't back down on Aizen's needs. Suddenly, I felt Starrk's presence nearby, probably waiting outside my door. Getting up, I walked out of Tensa's room and towards the closed door. Sure enough, Starrk was really there when I opened it.
". . . . Did I interrupt something?" he muttered tiredly.
"No . . . ." I replied quietly just before an idea came to me. "Can you do me a favor, Starrk?"
"What is it, Ichigo-sama?" asked Starrk.
"Can you keep Tensa company for a while?" I requested. "Sousuke-sama wants . . . . to have some time with me."
". . . . I don't mind, anything for the prince," sighed the first Espada as he stepped inside and walked towards Tensa's room. Once I heard my son babbled excitedly, I was a little relieved but was still apprehensive of returning to Aizen. Reluctantly, I went back to the bathroom; Aizen was waiting patiently for me with a smug look on his face.
"Hurry up, I'm getting a little tired," he smirked. I scowled and tugged the towel off my body. He leered at the naked sight, saved for the collar and the dark scar on my stomach before I sank into the tub. "Hmm, I like it better if you're closer to me," he muttered as he moved forward, sloshing the water between us. Hooking two fingers around my collar, he pulled me towards him and devoured my lips greedily. I was forcing myself to relax but it was hard.
"Ah . . . .!" I was slightly startled when his erection brushed against my inner thigh. Aizen smirked at my reaction before forcing me over the edge of the tub, I was on my knees with him behind me.
"I'll take it easy on you," he said, reaching for the lubricant. I exhaled at his answer, he never had taken me slow or anything else for my benefit. I tensed slightly when two slick fingers inserted into me, pushing and stretching my insides and I whined in discomfort. As soon as he grazed my prostate, I let out a heated moan. I hated this. I was being pleasured by him and I felt ashamed for it. "That's it, moan for me," he muttered in my ear.
"Sousuke-sama . . . ." I moaned, panting heavily as he grazed at it a few more times.
"I think you're ready," smirked Aizen, removing the fingers. I sighed in brief relief until I felt the blunt tip pressing against my prepared hole. Without another word, he pushed himself inside me. I moaned, mostly in dull pain, as he pushed in further. ". . . . You're so beautiful, Ichigo," he whispered, kissing at my cheek as he placed his hands on my hips and shoulder.
". . . . Sousuke-sama," I panted. Aizen started to thrust back and forth in a fast pace, barely touching at my prostate. I whined at the deliberate torture, I wanted it to be over but it felt like forever. "M-Master . . . . please," I moaned, my fingers clawed at the tiled floor. "I can't take it anymore . . . ."
"I can't hear you, are you saying that you can't take it?" taunted Aizen as he thrusted harder. I moaned louder and screwed my eyes shut. I felt my tears forming behind my eyelids but I wouldn't make myself cry. Not in front of this cruel man. Finally, he struck my prostate and I moaned out. "You have know idea how good you are to me," Aizen muttered sickly.
"Master . . . ." I moaned. The second time he struck it, I finally came underneath the churning water.
"Hmm, guess it was too soon," he sighed, thrusting against my tired body that was threatening to slide down into the tub. But he held me still as he finished, his climax filled me until it trickled out of me. I exhaled heavily as he pulled out of me and I slumped into the lukewarm water when he let go of me. He cupped my face to kiss me and nipped lightly at my lips.
"I love you, Ichigo," Aizen muttered, but was nothing to my ears. I don't believe that for a second whenever he says it. I opened my eyes and stared at the cold white tiles beneath me. I barely flinched when Aizen re-inserted his fingers, deftly scraping out the semen out of me. "Don't go to sleep yet," smirked Aizen. "I need you to wash me."
"Go wash yourself," I retorted, but he only chuckled as he grabbed at my collar to pull me up against his broad chest.
"Even after having Tensa, you still have resistance," he smirked. I scowled at him but was too weak to push him off, my reiatsu was diminished to that of a low-level Arrancar anyway. "All right . . . . you're clean enough," he remarked, removing his fingers out of me. "Next time when we bathe, wash me."
"Fine, Sousuke-sama . . . ." I muttered with a frown. I staggered a little as I get out of the bathtub and covered my waist with a towel. My body was sluggish from the sex but I forced myself to leave the bathroom. As I did, I heard Tensa laughing joyfully in his room. I made my way over there and peeked in, Starrk was sleeping peacefully on the floor as the baby crawled and stepped over him.
He opened one eye and glanced at me. ". . . . Are you done, Ichigo-sama?" he asked as he sat up. Tensa was on his chest before he moved and he rolled harmlessly to his lap.
"Yes . . . . thank you, Starrk," I replied quietly.
"Anything for the prince," he muttered as he nudged Tensa away from him and stood up. He nodded at me as he walked past me and left my room. I sighed and glanced at my young son, who was happy to see me as he waddled towards me. I smiled as I bent down to pick him up. Seeing that he was okay meant that Starrk was the right person to be around him.
Boop boop de-poop. Sorry, I wrote this within a day and yet I forgot my other fic. Anyway, just read the latest chapter of Bleach and there's another cliffie which I had to wait. Aizen was beginning to use to hougyoku fused to his body but we won't know until next week.
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