A/N: Hello! Back again. Wow, I had a great time yesterday – I was at the Ottawa Folk Festival. Specifically to see GREAT BIG SEA! Yay! They were awesome. There were a few problems – they stuck to the RAIN or shine thing and the parking was...sucky. Luckily the raining off and on had stopped by the time Great Big Sea came on, but I still had to deal with the mud...my shoes are RUINED I tell you, RUINED.
Either way, I'm in such a happy mood, I'm willing to post the next day. I'm not going again today or tomorrow though – too expensive, especially with my appetite...though I did discover pulled pork poutine...yum!
Scenes 2, 4, 5, and 7 are by LP. Scenes 1, 3, and 6 are by Cuzosu. My turn to put in an extra scene...
Warnings(forgot this last time...): Yaoi/Yuri/Het, some blood, mature content, Gender Bending and swearing. You don't like, you can always leave.
Edit 21/09/2012
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What To Do About Blue
Taste So Sweet (This Place)
Gin wasn't sure what to make of this new Primera.
Oh, the man's power was obvious, even when he was sleeping—which was most of the time. But there were little details that bothered him...
So when he found himself traversing the castle to find the newest Espada, he knew he had to be careful. This man was a predator, wily and tough, and if Gin were to slip up, he might find himself in a heap of trouble. Best not to take chances, then.
But to his surprise, when he knocked on the door, his only answer was the green haired girl's yell of rage and a series of thumps that seemed to indicate violence.
Was this new Primera abusing the girl? He slipped inside to see.
Only to stop dead even though they appeared not to notice his presence.
"Get up, ya lazy ass!" shouted the girl, kicking him in the ribs when he didn't immediately move. "Starrk, dammit, I outta kill ya fer makin' me do everythin'!" She whirled and started stomping toward the door, then froze. "What're ya doin' inside our rooms? We didn't invite ya!"
Gin held up his hands in a gesture of peace that didn't necessarily mean anything. He was here to assess a possible threat, after all. "I heard violence," he stated calmly. "Thought 'e might be doin' somethin' Aizen-sama wouldn't want, so I came ta check it out." His smile never wavered.
"Him?" scoffed the girl. "Yeah, right... Only thing he does without permission is sleep!" She kicked him again for good measure, then stomped to the door. "I'm gettin' somethin' ta eat," she called back over her shoulder. "Starrk can fend fer himself."
The door shut behind her, leaving one man drowsy and aching, the other mildly perplexed. Ichimaru wasn't used to being treated so brusquely by anyone; even Aizen was more polite. What a novel experience this was turning into...
"So, Starrk," the Shinigami began. "I've got some questions."
Heaving a sigh that clearly stated how unimpressed the brunet was, he mumbled, "I want to sleep..."
"An' I don' care," smiled Gin, cruel amusement evident. Continuing on like the exchange had been unimportant—which was indeed the case—the silver haired man posed his first question. "What's th' deal with th' girl?"
"Lilynette? She's my other half," explained the brunet—and then yawned widely. "Part of me in a separate form." He rolled over onto his belly, chin tucked into the blankets, and eyed the intruder lazily.
Watching the Primera through slitted eyes, Gin was reminded of nothing so much as a sated wolf that just wasn't going to bother attacking this morsel in front of it right now, however irritating it became. In a way, it was irksome to be considered in such a manner. And yet, on the other hand, there was still something hidden behind those hooded eyes. Something he couldn't quite make out. There was more to this Primera than could be immediately discerned.
He never had been able to resist a worthwhile challenge—figuring out this brunet was near the top of his list. Right after the goal he figured would get him killed in the process.
"Gonna take on any more Fracción?"
One brown eyebrow rose. "And have less time to sleep?" He yawned again, and Gin noted with interest that his canines were rather pointed.
'A predator beneath that skin yer wearin', huh? Then that lazy attitude has gotta be a façade.'
"...why'd ya join? Doesn't seem like ya'd want ta make th' effort it takes ta fight a war."
"...we were lonely."
Gin looked a silent query at him, but Starrk was too caught up in memory to notice.
"... Hard to make friends when just being in our presence is lethal for most Hollows."
It was probably the most pitiful thing he'd heard from the other man yet, but the Shinigami couldn't find it in him to pity someone who had such a presence. He could be forgotten in a meeting room because he was so quiet—well, unless he started snoring—or he could let his power out and draw everyone's eye. The former was more his style, Gin could tell, but he was capable of the latter as well.
"... I see," he finally said. He wasn't sure if this made him need to be more wary around the Primera, or if it was okay to be less on guard. Sharing secrets was something girls were good at—he'd learned that from Rangiku a long time ago—but he'd always kept his cards close to his chest. No, he wasn't sharing his secrets with anyone...
Coyote Starrk didn't agree with Gin's words. "No, you don't see. You've never had to divide yourself into two physical forms in order to have company. And even then it's not quite company because it's you, and in a way that makes you even more lonely."
"Alright," conceded the silver haired man. "Ya got a point. But I'd like to know more, sometime," he said, rising. "Too bad I got places ta be right now. I'll catch ya another time, eh?" That incessant smile was still on his face, even after all he'd heard, and he flashed the other man a flirtatious smirk as he left, more out of habit than anything else.
He couldn't see Starrk staring after him as he left the room. The wheels in his head were turning too fast for him to have noticed, anyway.
'Divided himself? There're two. One's male, one's female. So how'd 'e divide himself into different genders? Unless...' His eyes widened for a split second, then narrowed again. 'Unless he's the same way Grimm-kitty is!'
If only he had time to find a safe place to discuss this possible secret! But he would be missed if he didn't get back soon.
Some days it seemed his work was never done.
The Human World was strange, Humans were weird, but Kurosaki Ichigo was the weirdest and strangest of all.
Grimmjow languished on top of the roof of the "school" Ichigo insisted on going to, legs dangling over the air. Despite the Hollows and the like constantly interrupting his classes and the strange "friends" he had, he was stubborn in that regard.
"I want to have a life here." Ichigo had told her fiercely when she had asked in curiosity. "If I want a life here, I need to be able to get a job. I need to get through school to do that. No Hollow or whatever is going to stop me."
He had thrown the tiny girl who claimed – though Grimmjow had a hard time believing due to her weak power – to be a Shinigami a look. In specific, she was the one who had made Ichigo a Substitute Shinigami. Grimmjow wasn't certain if Ichigo was angry with her or even grateful for the strength he had been given.
Grimmjow frowned and trailed a hand in a figure-eight pattern on the concrete beside her in thought. She had never met anyone or heard of anyone like Ichigo before. Though perhaps that was because Ichigo was Human. She was a Hollow, an Arrancar. Her "life" had been much different than his.
Her bright eyes followed him as the orange-haired boy did the current class – one outside and that Ichigo called "gym", for some strange reason. He was athletic, very athletic. Even in his weaker Human form, he obviously wasn't that much of a pushover. Especially to other humans.
Grimmjow eyed the others around him. Quite a few were showing hints of going spiritual power, with a good reason – Ichigo's power spilled over and filled the air with it's taste and scent. It was powerful, so very powerful and made a part of her squirm. Not in fear, but in anticipation. Even with the cold feel of the midget's power laid over top, Ichigo had more power than she thought possible – and hints of greater potential.
The closest she could compare it to was the recent acquisition of Aizen's – the Primera. But it seemed Ichigo was ignorant of his power.
And even if he did know of it, he probably wouldn't really care. For him, power was a tool, much like any other. He didn't care for it except in an abstract form.
Ichigo claimed his name was spelt One Protector, after Grimmjow had made an ill-advised comment upon seeing a basket of a certain red berry on the counter in his house's kitchen. Privately, she had to admit it fit.
Grimmjow tossed her head back to drain the dregs of the can of the sweet bubbly liquid called "soda" then discarded the can on the roof's concrete covering. It was one of many – Grimmjow had found a group of strange metal and glass machines containing this and a bunch of other things, like "candy" and "coffee". The coffee had been actually pretty good, though it had taken some time to find the one type she really liked – it said it had only a few sugars in it, and no milk. Much better than the tea swill Aizen forced on her.
She had also found others, like that "ice cream" and the weird one that had flappy books filled with images of naked women. She thought they were weird and had tossed them into the street after a bit, which had for some reason caused all the humans in the street to freak. Weirdos.
She liked the ice cream though. And the candy. She knew why Ichigo hoarded those strange mud-coloured bars, now that she had eaten a bunch.
Perhaps she should borrow some...
A passing thought caused her to looked down at the clothes Ichigo had gotten her. She was glad that she had been able to shift them into a spiritual form so she could wear them. She liked them too – Ichigo, and the so-called Shinigami if she was honest to herself, had good taste. The midget had been needed for certain things in fact. Like the harness Ichigo called a bra. She scratched at another itch it caused then sighed. Ichigo had freaked when he found out she didn't have one – or panties.
Well, she had to admit the former made carrying her load easier. And the panties meant any guy who looked up her skirt or tried anything had an extra obstacle in the way. One that would give her enough time to kick his ass.
The bell rang and caused her to jump and curse at the air. She still hadn't gotten used to the stupid thing. And it had almost been a week. She peered down and watched Ichigo head back inside, to change out of his gym clothes obviously. She then reached back and pulled one of her spoils over blindly. She frowned.
What was beer?
Ichigo had hoped Aoi was in his room—and she was—but he had no idea what he was getting into. If he'd known... Well, if he'd known he'd have charged home even faster, to be honest.
There were candy wrappers and cans everywhere, empty bags of chips...pretty much everything that could be found in vending machines.
… Wait. She had no money. Had she stolen all of this?
Candy. Soda pop. Chips. Gum—he rolled his eyes and tried to avoid thinking about whether or not she'd swallowed that—and the occasional pack of instant ramen. And he'd seen a bunch of adult magazines in the trash on the way home; now that he thought about it, that was rather suspicious.
He sighed. "Did you pay for any of that, Aoi?"
Blue eyes glanced up at him. "Pay?"
"So you stole it." 'Great...'
As if life was conspiring against him—or at least as if females were—there came a crunching sound from the closet. Ichigo froze; this meant Rukia was home. He paused indecisively until the pop and hiss of a can opening came to his ears.
When the door was flung open, Rukia turned her head and blinked at him, in the middle of taking a drink.
"I come home to find her relaxing with stolen food, stolen drinks—and you're joining her?"
Setting the soda in her lap, the Kuchiki female calmly said, "I don't think she understands the notion of payment yet. It's something to teach her, but there's nothing wrong with stealing for survival, which is what she thought she was doing, I'm sure."
Somehow, that calm rebuttal infuriated him even more, so he turned to lecture—teach—Aoi about the niceties of life in the Human World. But she was on her feet, heading towards him...and she was not steady on said feet.
'What the hell has she been getting into?'
"Aoi?"
She stumbled on the edge of the bedding on the floor, one foot managing to get tangled up in the sheets. Her balance shot, she was heading face first for the floor when Ichigo stepped forward and caught her.
The blue haired woman took a deep breath, face pressed against his chest, then looked up and practically purred, "You smell good."
Face burning with embarrassment, Ichigo tried to find a polite place to settle his gaze. Usually this would mean eye contact, but her busty chest was pressed against him and easily visible around the sharp lines of her face...and, being a straight teenage male, he had an increasingly hard problem demanding resolution.
Rukia was watching, eyes alight with interest, from the open closet door. Ichigo didn't want to start anything—sex or a relationship—and that was obvious to anyone who knew him. Oh, he was straight, no doubt about that...but he also wasn't out to go headfirst off the deep end, especially with someone he'd barely met. So she called out, "Don't do anything Aoi doesn't want you to!"
'Yes, Rukia, very helpful...' Grouchy? Ichigo? Maybe a little...
And then Aoi reached a hand down toward his pants. "So much power," she purred. "I've always wanted to find a man with power and integrity..."
Now that was an interesting way to put it... Behind them, Rukia's eyes danced as she reached out and pulled the closet door shut. Ichigo was bound to flee the situation, which meant Aoi was going to be left hanging, and she had no intention of being a voyeur if the blue haired woman decided to...help herself, so to speak.
Eyes wide even as his body reacted to the feminine touch, Ichigo had a brief moment of panic and shoved Aoi away. Her arms pinwheeled as she went over backwards and fell on her ass beside the bed. As Ichigo rushed out of the room with a muttered, "Excuse me," the blue haired woman eased back to lean against the bed. He didn't see her pout as he fled.
The bathroom door slammed shut behind him, the lock clicking firmly into place. Ichigo fell back against the door with a sigh of relief, only to groan when his erection throbbed. Clearly, it wasn't going to go away without help.
So he stripped and hopped into a cold shower.
Nothing. His cock stayed hard despite the frigid water turning the rest of him into an icicle.
'I really didn't want to do this...'
One hand reached down. Stroking himself firmly, he couldn't get the image out of his mind—of Aoi falling against him, breasts crushed to his chest, that face so obviously yearning for a good romp in the sheets.
It didn't take him long to finish, shuddering as he leaned against the wall. His body finally relaxed, Ichigo cursed. "Fuck!" He hadn't meant to do that.
'But she wanted to,' crooned a voice in his head.
He stubbornly ignored it, resolved not to give in. Lust was good, but he wasn't going to hop in bed with someone he'd just met! Okay, technically she'd been with them for a week, but he still didn't know that much about her.
So he rinsed off, dried off, and dressed, then returned to his room. He wasn't expecting to see Aoi slumped against the side of the bed, sound asleep. As he stepped toward her, his foot nudged a can, which rolled away. Sharp eyes read the label as it turned: beer. She'd been drinking. No wonder she'd acted so...forward...all of a sudden. She'd seemed kind of shy so far, a little wary, like she still wasn't sure what to make of him.
With a put-upon sigh and a roll of his eyes, Ichigo bent down and picked her up, laying her gently in his bed. She really was cute when she slept—even if he didn't want to admit his growing attraction to her.
He picked up the trash she'd left scattered on the floor before collapsing on the sheets she'd stumbled over earlier. As tired as he was, it didn't take him long to fall asleep.
The great white halls of Las Noches echoed. This was an indisputable fact – no matter how quiet or fast you were, the acoustics of the palace picked up every step, every whisper.
Thus, Ulquiorra Cifer's steps were loud, no matter how he placed them.
Blank faced as always, his mind was busy like a beehive despite the serene surface. The swan serene and undisturbed as far as one could tell – for one couldn't see it paddling furiously underneath the still surface of the lake.
Aizen-sama was going to leave soon, in a day or so. So was Ichimaru Gin. It was the last that worried him.
Ichimaru had, strangely enough, supported his tale previously. The one hiding Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez's Switcher status. That made that back of Ulquiorra's neck crawl, despite not showing it. He did not doubt that Ichimaru, whom he heard had saw her pass, would not recognize Grimmjow. Aizen-sama would most likely not – however, he would know that she was no Arrancar he had changed with the Hōgyoku. And that would...not be pleasant. Ulquiorra had to wonder what made the silver fox choose to keep quiet on that front – and what his plans were. Ulquiorra had had his suspicions on Ichimaru's loyalty...now he had further proof. Not that he would bring it to Aizen-sama's attention. He owed Ichimaru that much for helping, for whatever the reason, conceal the existence of the Switchers for a little more longer.
Ulquiorra had been called for a final meeting before Aizen-sama left. Before entering the meeting, he had paused and reached out with his reiatsu senses. An ability he had no choice but to develop earlier in life allowed him to know what Aizen-sama, and Ichimaru were speaking of.
The plan had shifted – things would move faster than originally planned for Aizen-sama had discovered a way to improve his chances. Or so he claimed to Ichimaru.
The meeting confirmed it and now Ulquiorra was heading back to his rooms. The sense of the Sexta's Fracción huddled together in the Sexta's currently empty rooms caused him to pause briefly and hesitate. Then reach out with his senses.
"Grimmjow-sama still hasn't returned." The signature revealed this to belong to Di Roy Rinker.
"Well, he chased an Arrancar girl into Hueco Mundo. A girl who managed to steal his Zanpakutō. Of course he will be gone for some time." This from Yylfordt Granz, the Octava's brother if Ulquiorra recalled correctly. Underneath he picked up the hidden message – Grimmjow was still in her lock month. She wouldn't dare return until it was over, especially after running into Nnoitra.
Of course, Ulquiorra didn't actually hear any of this. No. It came from an unique talent he had developed when all he had was his reiatsu sense and his sense of touch.
Soft hands carding through his fur.
"Oh my treasure...don't let it bring you down. You've got to turn this minus into a plus, that is all."
His lips tightened and he walked briskly on. The past wasn't going to help him.
However, it gave him a purpose.
Whatever it took, the existence of the Switchers must not be discovered by Aizen-sama. It was bad enough for other Hollows to torment them. For an ambitious and unscrupulous Shinigami...no. Aizen-sama had his loyalty.
But no one had the right to harm the Switchers.
The next day had Ichigo cursing a blue-streak. Not anything to do with Aoi though – but plenty to do with Rukia and Soul Society.
Kaizō Konpaku. Mod Souls. Massacred by Soul Society when they decided they weren't morally right.
What the hell was morally right about killing other beings for your own failings?
Either way, he was now chasing down one who had just gotten a taste of freedom when Ichigo had accidentally gotten him (he couldn't use it, not with the Mod Soul in his body) instead of the standard Gikon Rukia had meant to give him.
As Ichigo tried to find the damn body-snatcher, his mind trailed back to this morning. Aoi had woken up very grumpy and irate with him. Whether it was because of a hangover, or because she remembered her actions too clearly while intoxicated, he didn't know. However, he was relieved to get some distance between the two of them.
It seemed the...shower of his had caused his libido to skyrocket in regards to Aoi. He had to admit, that honestly she was a damn fine specimen of woman. Didn't take any shit from anyone either, but knew enough to back off when necessary. A strong, capable warrior. And picked up things quickly when it came to the Human World. In some ways too quickly, as the vending machine incident showed.
Ichigo was personally grateful that no one in his family either came in during this or noticed him sneaking the garbage out of his room. He didn't want to attempt to explain anything, especially the beer cans. And there had been a ridiculous amount of those, empty ones at that.
"So much power. I've always wanted to find a man with power and integrity..."
Ichigo felt his face heat even remembering that. Despite all the...boobs and close contact, it was that line that drew his attention. He had never, ever been considered...a good guy. His orange hair had made him a "freak" when younger and a punk nowadays to those of both his age grouper and older. No one ever expected anything good or great from him, other than his family.
So those words – especially integrity – they meant a lot he had to admit.
He then frowned.
'I could have sworn that in the morning when she "attacked" me she...had claws. And fangs. Damn, I really do wonder what exactly she is. I doubt she's truly dangerous, but she doesn't seem to be a Shinigami...and apparently she doesn't really use that sword of hers much.' He knew the latter well – both from asking and from the beating she had given him when he had challenged her in his Shinigami form to hand-to-hand combat.
He had then demanded she teach him a few tricks once he finished spitting the dirt from his teeth and, with a strange look in her eyes, she had agreed.
He wondered now, as he finally spotted his double, if that had anything to do with the confessed attraction that, if he was honest, was growing between the two of them...
Rukia Kuchiki was laying down in the closet, musing on the events of the last day or two.
It was strange. Aoi had been drinking what pretty much had to be some sort of liquor, so her behaviour had changed—to the point that she'd quite clearly flirted with and been seductive toward Ichigo. (Actually, that had been amusing, especially the part where Ichigo had to run to the bathroom to hide, and then stayed in there so long there was no doubt he'd jerked off when a cold shower didn't work.) She didn't know Aoi that well yet, but she had a feeling the blue haired woman was a good person at heart, so she was cheering for them...though silently, so Ichigo wouldn't overreact.
Aoi was interesting enough without the relationship she seemed to be building with Ichigo, however. She was a fighter who often didn't bother to even draw her sword. After that hand to hand match with him, she had started teaching the Substitute Shinigami—and she was good at it, at least with Ichigo as the pupil. Not to mention, she sure was picking up Human World customs quickly. It made her presence easier for Ichigo to handle in one way...though Rukia was still highly amused by the lust he so obviously felt for the blue haired woman. And, okay, so it wasn't like that lust had to be sated or anything, but...she kind of hoped they'd get together. They were so cute as a couple.
Though...Rukia didn't understand just what Aoi's issue was with names. She'd call Ichigo by name, but Rukia herself was always "Shinigami" or some other such nickname. This was confusing—and served to deepen her interest in the blue haired stranger, though otherwise business was as usual, so to speak. Ichigo was still killing Hollows and Rukia was still teaching him (and, in turn, being surprised by his instinctual Shinigami abilities), it was just that suddenly there was another fighter roaming around with them, one who was more than willing to kick a little Hollow ass.
And then she'd gone to Urahara's shop this morning—and all hell broke loose. How was Rukia to know that she'd wound up with one of the Kaizō Konpaku, with a Mod Soul? One who had a very strong will and a definite inclination for life, at that.
Kon, which was the pathetic name Ichigo had chosen for him (maybe next time they found someone who needed a name, Rukia should be in charge of that?), was a strange one, for a Mod Soul. A free spirit in the truest sense, he'd latched onto them—to her—like a limpet. How sad that Kon had never known anyone to care for him. Doomed from birth. So scared of dying he couldn't bear to kill another, no matter what. And then the Mod Soul had fallen into Urahara's hands, and then into hers.
Good thing Urahara wasn't the type to bother overmuch about rules. So he'd agreed to turn a blind eye to the Mod Soul in their keeping, saying only that if it was discovered, no one at the shop knew a thing. That was easily agreed to, and Rukia thought better of the blond shop owner for it.
But then, when things had settled down some, she'd realized that Aoi was acting strangely. Almost like she was uneasy about...something. Something to do with Ichigo. It concerned her, but Rukia had no intention of getting involved. Let them work out their own mess.
She had other worries. Like Seireitei, and when she might expect fellow Shinigami to start arriving. Not to mention how to keep Ichigo out of it. Yes, that last part worried her most of all, because she knew the male well enough now to know that he would see it as his job to protect her, he'd think that if anything happened it was his fault. Which was not the case, but certainly had her trying to plan ahead.
All of these thoughts whirled around and around in her head, until they finally exhausted her enough so that she dropped into a deep sleep.
The next day dawned bright and clear...
...and there was an animated plushy on Ichigo's face, wacking him ineffectually with his hands.
Ichigo grumbled and flung Kon away. Only to get a startled sound from the bed. Ichigo turned and blinked. Aoi was back.
The busty bluenette stared at the squirming Mod Soul in her hands, blinking wildly in confusion.
When Ichigo had come back home after dealing with Kon, Aoi had been nowhere to be found. Apparently, she had sneaked back during the night. Ichigo looked at the open window and sighed. At least she didn't have to break it – the window had been unlocked.
Kon had stopped struggling and was staring up at Aoi with something like awe. "Ichigo! You didn't tell me you knew such a hot chick!" He looked her up and down, focusing on her chest. He held out a plush hand. "Good job!"
Ichigo blinked. 'Was..is that a thumbs up?' After a moment, what Kon was saying clicked. Ichigo sputtered. "Dammit, Kon! She's a friend!"
Aoi looked at him, surprised. Ichigo ignored that in favour of scolding Kon, though he felt a pang. Had no one ever called her friend before?
"Ah...I see...she's free uh?" Kon turned his gaze back to Aoi. "Hey...looking good...want some proper company?" He wiggled his eyebrows. Ichigo didn't want to contemplate how that was possible. That way lay madness...
A thundercloud would have been friendlier than Aoi's expression then. "You..."
"Oi, don't kill him." Ichigo told her, standing up and grabbing some clothes before heading to the door. "Like you, he's under my protection." He sighed. "No matter how annoying he gets," he muttered.
Aoi watched him go, then kicked the plushy away, letting him hit the closet door. A yelp was heard and the midget poked her head out. Then looked down. She smirked. "Seems you've met the new addition."
Aoi scowled and crossed her arms. "Yeah..." She looked the plushy over. "What is he?"
Ichigo returned dressed in his school uniform just as Rukia was finished explaining Mod Souls to Aoi, who seemed utterly fascinated by the concept.
As he approached the bed and set about remaking it – Aoi had already changed while talking to Rukia, though it had taken a long time to convince her to change every day – he wondered at something. There was something in the back of his mind, something nagging at him. Something important.
As he picked up his watch to place it on his wrist, he spotted the date. And froze.
The conversation with Rukia stopped abruptly, as Aoi turned with a surprised look on her face to look at Ichigo. The Mod Soul stopped complaining, as Rukia halted in her stomping, and turned to look with the bluenette. Neither Rukia or Kon were strong enough to get a full read on Ichigo's reiatsu, but they could read body language very well.
Aoi felt like she was going to throw up. Ichigo's power had never carried sunshine and rainbows with it, but it had been pretty normal despite that. But this...this was darkness, deep bitter sorrow, self-hatred and loathing.
"Ichigo?" Aoi asked, hesitantly.
Ichigo abruptly picked up his school bag and whirled out the door.
Rukia and Aoi exchanged glances then turned to look at the closed door.
Something wasn't right.
In a dark world, made of white sand and shadows, a world of endless night, a group of horrible beings watched a smaller, stronger one, quietly listening to its words.
Some beings called such a horrid place home, if only because it was the only thing they had ever known.
One of the nastier inhabitants raised its head.
"I will go."
-tbc-
A/N: And...things get serious...yikes. Next chapter is going to be a pain to write...going to have to pull on episodes and chapters heavily...
So much of a pain, I'm forcing the A/Ns on Cuzosu next time. Give me a little break...
Also, yes Japan has vending machines for porn. Try looking up Vending Machines in Japan on Google. You'll find a few sites that will list some of the strange things they have...vending machines are common there since most are pedestrians and there isn't that much vandalism.
Magic cookies for reviewers! Seriously, I would like reviews. All the favs and such are nice, but I'd like to know WHY you faved. So would Cuzosu I'm sure.
~Love Psycho
& Cuzosu
Out for now.