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Ichigo: Yo yourself! You do realize you went two chapters without disclaiming the story right?
AWTG: O_O crap! I do not own Bleach or its fabulous and gorgeous characters! I did not in the first two chapters and sadly I shall not in any chapter from now to the end….whenever that is. Probably twenty or so chapters later.
Shiro: Holy shit that's a lot a chappies! How are ya gonna make that work out?
AWTG: I have…ideas brewing around. *Grins* Any who…..
Assassins Mistress: Ask and you shall receive. *winks*
Ink and Death: Wow, thank you. I am honored my story is deemed worthy, despite not much actually happening yet. Don't worry though; this chapter is definitely excited.
Missy QueenBee: YOU NEVER ANSWERED MAH FIRST QUESTION! Though I do agree; tis a grave mistake Kisuke hath made indeed.
NGBW: Trust me, I would never even think of excluding the rest of the Kurosaki family.
Chapter Warning: Strong Language, Eye Rape (*Cough* Grimmjow to Ichigo*Cough*) Lewd Comments and…Aizen.
Aizen: You imply I am something provocative and worthy of censorship? *raises eyebrow*
AWTG: NO ONE GAVE YOU RIGHTS TO THE COMMENT BAR. OUT! SHOO! BAD AIZEN!
…On with the story!
Amoris Oppositi part III
***Forty minutes later***
Ichigo shook his head weakly, his vision blurry and his head spinning like crazy. He groaned, the sound strangely muffled, as he tried to rub the remaining sleep from his eyes. The strong resistance, however, snapped him out of his exhausted state and had him looking anywhere and everywhere. Somewhere behind him, a muffled groan was heard. Ichigo tensed; he'd know that voice anywhere whether muffled or not. Shiro was tied up behind him. Glancing down told him so was he. Gritting his teeth behind the gag, Ichigo tilted his head back, causing him to not so gently head butt his younger twin and awaken him fully. Shiro's groan was louder, and far more irritated. Both boys jolted violently as the truck (that they just realized they were in) came to a sudden stop. Ichigo's amber eyes and Shiro's lens induced gold eyes simultaneously burned with the same intense hate and fury towards the driver's seat. Said driver shivered with the feeling of such intense hatred radiating from the back of his truck. Urahara forced a smile as he looked over his seat.
"Oh, you guys are awake. Good morning! Or….since it's still afternoon I guess it should be…." He trailed off at the look of complete shock and slight hurt (Ichigo) and rage (Shiro) that overtook each boy's eyes. "I uh…..guess I have a lot of explaining to do before we show up." He admitted sheepishly. Turning back to the wheel the blonde male went back into the highway and found a more reasonable place to park the truck (a fairly empty park and ride), his two….passengers not being agreeable in the slightest. Taking a deep breath the older man removed his hat to reveal stone grey eyes clouded with regret and anguish.
"I know you must be confused and angry with me. Trust me I know. I didn't want to do this in the first place." At a muffled cry of indignation Urahara glanced at the paler twin. "I'm sorry Shiro but let me talk. I'm being blackmailed as we speak." Both boys tensed; blackmail was a serious issue with both of them when they were younger. "If I don't bring you two to an…associate of mine, he'll ruin the life of my girlfriend and my assistant Jinta, who happens to be my son, by any means necessary." He sighed. "I don't like the idea of kidnapping for the sake of sating him, but I had no choice!" he tried to explain, given the dubious looks from Ichigo and his younger.
While Urahara had been talking, Ichigo slowly chewed through the rope gagging him and felt one of the bands wilt off, leading to the gag falling apart. Urahara became startled until Ichigo cleared his throat.
"My brother and I aren't new to blackmail, or even dirty play like this Urahara." He frowned. "You shouldn't have tied us together." He muttered darkly as Shiro, while still gagged, used his fingers to work Ichigo's knot. Urahara paled, knowing exactly what was about to happen.
"Wait please! You have to believe me this isn't for myself! Trust me I don't swing that way….or get off on selling boys to the whore house or anything like that! I'm just trying to do what's best for my family!" He begged. Ichigo's frown deepened.
"If you're not supposedly selling us to a black market, what the hell are we tied up for?" he demanded coldly, the ice dripping through his voice and causing both his brother and captor to shiver, for different reasons. "Who is this associate and what does he want with us?" He asks calmly, no trace of fear evident in his voice as he looks at his guilty captor.
"I'm not too sure if you've heard of him or not, however, his name is Sosuke Aizen." Shiro stiffens behind Ichigo. While his elder brother doesn't know the guy, and he's never actually met him, the younger and more volatile twin had unfortunate experiences with some of Aizen's men in a cage fight. Ichigo thought he had been assaulted from behind by some thugs but that was as far as the older twin knew. Chewing through his own rope until it too fell apart, the younger male shrieked his fury.
"Aizen! Yer sending us ta fuckin' Aizen? We ain't gangstah kids ya asshole! Just 'cuz we fight doesn't mean we a' bunch of knuckle draggin' thugs working fer some crime boss! If I get untied yer mincemeat!" he thrashed, involuntarily hitting his twin in the process until the latter yelped in pain. "I ain't workin' for some gangstah!" He repeated, while rubbing his head against Ichigo's in a quick apology.
"Aizen isn't a crime boss! He had shady characters working for him, true, but he isn't the type of guy you think he is. He's not a good person, by no means, but he isn't that low. Trust me, I would never allow myself to get involved with those types of people. He's a successful lawyer who has two sons and a young daughter. And well…..things aren't going too well. A year ago Aizen lost his wife to a serious and incurable cancer." The boys looked towards one another. "And he's beginning to get sick from something himself." Urahara sighed, slumping in his seat. "Trust me I don't like the guy. But what he's going through is someone no one should go through. I can't condone how he's trying to fix things, but I can understand his desperation."
"What exactly is he trying to fix? And how the hell are we involved?" Ichigo pressed, showing no evidence if the short story was moving him at all. Shiro snorted.
"We obviously met his criteria a' somethin'. Otherwise ya wouldn't have hired us like ya did." Shiro spat out. Ichigo nodded. Shiro was not the smart one of the set; however, in the rare occasions he pointed out something perceptive it was rather spot on. "So ya better spill it 'fore I start spilling blood!" he snarled, yanking against his bindings. Yup; Shiro is still bloodthirsty and reckless in comparison of his more perceptive and calculating twin.
"Aizen is slowly dying from something, and his law firm spoils will eventually be split between his children. However, none of them are mature enough in his opinion and he believes a…..significant other for at least the eldest two would be enough to ready themselves for when he passes….." Was all the blonde could get out before the twins roared their fury, struggling further to remove the rest of the rope.
"IF YOU EXPECT US TO LAY DOWN AND MARRY SOME ASSHOLES WE'VE NEVER EVEN MET YOU'RE OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND! BESIDES THAT, WHO THE FUCK GAVE YOU THE IDEA THAT WE WERE GAY IN THE FIRST PLACE?!" Ichigo screamed, thrashing violently. Shiro said nothing, his eyes burning with the desire to rip out Urahara's heart. "WE HAVE A FAMILY TO THINK ABOUT YOU SON OF A BITCH! THEY'RE PROBABLY WORRIED SICK ABOUT US RIGHT NOW! HOW THE HELL CAN YOU LIVE WITH YOURSELF? WHAT IN YOUR SICK HEAD ALLOWS YOU TO AGREE WITH THIS?!" He shouted. Urahara waved his hands around frantically as the two renewed their attempts at removing the rope once more.
"Wait a minute! Wait a minute! It's not guaranteed that you'll be chosen! I just need to bring you there as potential suitors! Nothing more, nothing less; its only to see if they'll be interested! If they even are it's not like you will be trapped there and forced to marry them right away! It's a long process that would require both you and them to get to know one another and decide whether you believe a marriage would work or not. Oh and uh…..Ichigo." He added sheepishly. "I….can sort of tell you two are leaning towards the home team. My 'gaydar', as I call it, went way off when I met both of you." He answered. Both boys froze before reacting rather differently. Ichigo blushed profusely and Shiro lost his bloodlust for the sake of howling in laughter at the term 'gaydar'. Ichigo huffed, still angered beyond reason.
"…..I'm going to ignore that last part. Who are these guys in the first place and why were we considered to be suitors? I doubt I ever met them. Have you Shiro?" he asked casually while maintaining a sarcastic tone. Shiro shrugged.
"I don't know King. I coulda fought with one a' them or somethin' like that. Probably not though." He mused just as sarcastically as his twin. Urahara rolled his eyes; they might be strong and intimidating but they were still teenagers. The blonde sighed.
"I certainly doubt either of you have met either of the two of Aizen's sons. They live pretty far away from Karakura town; they live in Hueco Mundo. I was asked specifically to find suitors that could….compliment his sons. You two are my…..fifth attempt." He admitted sheepishly. "But the first four were just random guys I thought would suit at least one of them. It didn't work out so well so Aizen gave me a more specific choice. His eldest's name is Grimmjow." The name, while new to both teens, caused them to shiver slightly for an unknown reason.
"Grimmjow is Aizen's immediate heir, and so he hopes to find a suitable partner for him immediately before he….well….you know, but the boy is hardly making it easy. I won't lie; he's a bit of a hellion. He loves fighting, he can be more stubborn than a mule, and can appear more animal than human. Aizen wanted someone with an equal level of stubbornness that can keep him in his….place." he said pointedly towards Ichigo. Ichigo scowled.
"Oh great. I'm supposed to get along with some….beast man?" he states deadpanned. Shiro snickers before yelped at a sharp jab in his side from the other's elbow, which meant the ropes were fairly loose.
"Uh….I wouldn't say he's that bad….but he can be pretty hardheaded. The younger of the two boys is a year younger than Grimmjow, and he's technically a bastard child born from one of Aizen's assistants. His name is Ulquiorra. He's very different from his elder brother. He's very withdrawn, shy, and somewhat naïve in comparison. It makes sense that Shiro be his suitor." Urahara glanced at the paler twin. "You look like you have a hell of a lot of street smarts in you. That and you are more of an instigator, something that could break Ulquiorra out of his shell without being too overbearing or obvious about it. Being outgoing is natural for you." He explained at the puzzled expression. Shiro snorted.
"So I get mistah boring an' Ichi gets ta have the hellion? No fair! I wanna switch!" he teased, cackling. Urahara internally sweat dropped. He conveniently left out the part about Grimmjow being absolutely dominant, something Shiro definitely was as well. Putting two….alpha males together never ends well.
"Uh, hello? Earth to Shiro! We're still being forced against our wills in this remember?" Ichigo pressed on. Urahara sighed, finally turning back to the wheel and getting back on the highway.
"It's useless Ichigo, we'll be at the mansion in less than ten minutes. I can't say they'll like you anyways but hey, maybe you two will catch a break and I'll have to start from scratch again." he implicated heavily. "Look, I already told you I'm sorry. I don't like this anymore than you two. I have a family to look out for."
"…..Yeah? Well so do us. Our mother is sick in bed dying of cancer and two sisters that will need us and miss us terribly!" Ichigo shot back. "You never thought about the lives you would be affecting did you? You have no idea!" he snarled. Shiro, never one good with words, simply grunted his agreement.
"I know what happens to the lives of those before you. I always called their parents or friends to assure them that they were assisting me with one thing or another late into the night depending on the time of day. This will not be a very long meeting regardless of if they like you or not. Both boys still go to school just like you two and so it should only last for about an hour, maybe an hour and a half at the longest. Ah, there it is." He notes casually. Ichigo and Shiro crane their necks and simultaneously drop their jaws in shock.
The Aizen mansion was more like a castle. From what they could already see, there were at least eight floors of pure white stone guarded by an equally white stone wall rising up two stories high. Passing through the gates (guarded by intimidating looking guards) revealed an immaculate garden with several cherry blossom trees surrounding a large lake-styled pond and neatly trimmed potted plants and hedges respectively. It was all impressive, and made the Kurosaki twins compare their lives to the ones the sons of Aizen must have. While neither could be called gold diggers, both secretly did wish for such a life on occasion, if only for the worry free promise of their mother getting healthy once again. A tall yet slight man with slicked back brown dress in all white waited at the front steps of the palace he called a home. Arrogance held in his gaze at the driver, not the boys in the back of the truck. Once Urahara killed the engine a smirk graced his features. "He doesn't look sick ya me." Shiro mumbled. Urahara rolled his eyes.
"Everyone has their good and bad days. I thought you of all people would know that. Now if you want to get out of here quickly and without a black eye I suggest you be cordial to him, even if he is a pompous ass. Don't fight with me when I untie you two. Got it?" He demanded; his grey eyes revealed nothing but deathly seriousness. Finding no room to argue, the boys nodded. Urahara got out of the truck and bowed a fraction of an inch to Aizen. "I hope this is the last time I owe you any favors Aizen." He states, feeling less than confident under such scrutinizing eyes. Aizen smile soften slightly.
"I understand your eagerness to leave Kisuke. However, surely I cannot be the villain here. Time is running out for me. I must ensure my company, if not my children's happiness, is secured before I leave this world." He explained calmly. "Are you certain these two are…perfect?" he asked, the words chosen carefully. From his angle, Aizen had yet to see either twin and has no idea what they look like or how they act.
"Trust me; they are a god send. You won't find someone better than these two. I suggest you tell your boys to be on their damned best behavior if they don't want to scare them off. I worked too hard gaining their trust to have one of them in particular get hurt by Grimmjow. Also, there's one more thing." He leaned in close to whisper, despite no one else being near to hear what he's saying. "They're going through the same thing you did with Sui-Feng. I think that might gain some patience and understanding on their part." He muttered.
Aizen's expression crumbled at the mention of his late wife and sighed, mourning silently yet praying he reunites with her soon enough. "Let me see them before I call them down." He declared softly. Urahara nodded.
"Can ya see the dad?" Shiro asked, pressing his back against Ichigo's to offer more leverage. Ichigo shakes his head in the negative. "If anything, I hope they ain't fuckin' ugly freaks or total pussies. I ain't going through that again." he shuddered, remembering that pansy Yumichika. Ichigo snorts.
"Shut up. I doubt the suitors were the ones who refused them. I mean, they sound like assholes, not creeps. It's bothering me though, that the dad thinks he needs to marry his kids off so fast. I mean, I would be pissed if I had to marry some guy I never met just because Dad told us to."
"Uh…..Ichi? That's exactly what's happening ta us right now. Minus the whole 'Dad marryin' us off' shit." The younger twin pointed out. Ichigo scowled, pushing back with his elbow again to hear a satisfying grunt. "I'm just sayin' aibou! No need to abuse me." he grumbles. Before Ichigo can retort, the passenger door opens. Urahara gives a stern look before untying Ichigo, who then proceeded to untie his sibling. Urahara steps back and plasters a smile onto his face.
"Aizen, these are the Kurosaki twins. This lovely fireball is the eldest, Ichigo." He introduces with the air of an announcer at a runway. Ichigo steps out, blushing profusely at the term lovely and silently stomps on Urahara's foot as passive revenge, causing the blonde grunts. Aizen raises an eyebrow at the lovely boy. He certainly looked like someone who could handle Grimmjow. And that feminine build was tempting even him, and he was completely straight*. "And this little fiery ball of fun is…."
"Shut yer pie hole ya overdramatic fruit loop! I ain't pleased with ya embarrassin' mah brother like that!" Shiro interrupts, slamming his foot into the blonde before fully stepping out of the truck, stretching his limbs. "Fuckin' crazy." He muttered before smirking at the slightly stunned brunette. "Yo. The name's Shiro." His grin, already stretched wide on his face, spread ear to ear at the shocked look he received. "What's ta matter? Like what ya see?" he cackled before being bonked on the head by his brother.
"Shiro! What is wrong with you? I thought you would at least try to behave yourself." He hissed, grabbing his paler brother's shirt and bringing him closer to his face. Shiro, upon this, froze and looked away, grumbling under his breath.
To say Aizen was pleased was an understatement. Here were two perfect men that were practically made for his boys. The albino one was brash and very rude; however, his skin matched that of his youngest son, and showed no embarrassment or fear of judgment for it, something he desperately wanted Ulquiorra to partake in. The orangette was beautiful and headstrong; he was perfect for his unruly eldest son. The lawyer smiled at the two politely, to which Ichigo bowed halfway, pushing his brother aside and then pushing him into a quick bow as well.
"It is a pleasure to meet you both. I am Grimmjow's and Ulquiorra's father Sosuke Aizen. I apologize for having you meet here under less than ideal circumstances. I hope that does not impair your opinion of my hospitality." He responds calmly. Ichigo visibly relaxes. The man himself wasn't as bad as he thought him to be, if not a little arrogant and pretentious.
"Yeah. It's been a weird day, no doubt. I assure you we've gone through worse though." Ichigo responded, his smile slightly strained. Aizen nodded thoughtfully before his expression morphed into something akin to sadness.
"I understand your mother is ill. What form of cancer does she have, and at what stage?" he asks softly. Shiro glowers at the man, but Ichigo holds up his hand and gives him a look. "I apologize; that was certainly uncalled for. I recently lost my wife to an aggressive case of ovarian cancer. I…merely am curious as…."
"It's all right. Urahara told us. Our mother has Level 2 Soft Tissue Sarcoma. So far the cancer is only in her right upper arm, but recently there have been signs of it spreading towards her chest. Our father owns a pretty successful medical clinic right in our house, so we never have to worry about her getting the treatments needed outside of chemotherapy, which forces us to go to a hospital." Ichigo answered truthfully.
"I am so sorry to hear that. I wish the best for your mother." Aizen offered before summoning a manservant that was waiting near the colossal doors. "Summon my sons to the main foyer. I have a feeling this rendezvous will be most auspicious for all of us. Follow me, if you will." He adds as the manservant nonchalantly hurries off; while he appears calm and patient, Aizen is anything but and likes to maintain order swiftly and quickly. The three men follow their host into the large doors, revealing yet another impressive display of wealth. The only color found in the house, it would seem, came from various curios and luxurious pieces of art hanging on the walls or on the floor for the occasional statue. Everywhere else was pure white. White walls, carpet, tile, and even the furniture. Shiro scowled at this, feeling somewhat uncomfortable in this entirely white atmosphere. Aizen came to a stop in front of a large stair case that made its way up to several floors. Ichigo couldn't help but let his jaw drop.
"Your dwelling is incredible." He stammered, gazing at the large staircase that could very well lead to heaven it was so white and high up. Aizen smiled haughtily.
"Thank you. I take great pride in my home. Now if only the same could be done from my children…."
"Yeah, yeah. We're nothing but spoiled brats that were just accidents from date nights aren't we?" A deep voice interrupted, causing Shiro to cackle instantly. The deep voice was soon matched to a body that slid down the banister as casually as though he did that sort of thing constantly. Ichigo clenched his jaw tightly to prevent it from gaping. Aizen sighed, looking weary.
"Grimmjow, why can you not use the stairs like a normal person?" he asked with exasperation evident in his voice. Another voice, softer and more polite yet still ultimately male, responded in return.
"Father, how often do you have this conversation with Grimmjow, and yet found yourself in the same predicament? Clearly Grimmjow thinks not with the head placed on his shoulders, if I might dare to surmise." Came a voice from up higher on the staircase. Grimmjow clenched his teeth at the implication, Shiro continued to cackle joyfully. Ichigo continued to stare at the eldest son.
Grimmjow was absolutely exotic. Tanned skin matched with unreal turquoise hair set off bright blue eyes outlined by equally teal tattoos on the corners of his eyes. A muscular form was barely hidden in a form fitting private school uniform, the dark green coloring only making him look that much more gorgeous. The exotic male sneered at his father before glancing at the twins, raising an eyebrow at the orangette, who averted his gaze to pinch his brother's ear, as he was still laughing. Ichigo, unaware of the suddenly lecherous stare he was receiving, hissed into his brother's ear to behave.
"So…..are these our new…..companions?" he practically purred, the sound feral and deep. Aizen smirked; Grimmjow appeared to immediately take a liking to the orangette as he hoped.
"You sound pleased Grimmjow." A slim figure was finally recognized walking down the steps. "Are they actually worth our…." Ulquiorra froze as he reached the last step.
Shiro stared back, just as shocked. Ulquiorra was a feminine beauty wrapped in a male package. Large green eyes framed with thick long lashes and outlined by distinctive twin green tear-line tattoos grew larger as he stared at the twin. What caused this intimate stare down was the fact that Ulquiorra was also an albino just like Shiro. Neither male had met another albino outside of themselves. It was different, and a very welcomed surprise. Grimmjow snickered at the dumbfounded expression on his usually very well mannered and emotionless brother's face, snapping the raven out of his stupor.
"Grimmjow, Ulquiorra, I would like to introduce you to Ichigo and Shiro Kurosaki. They are twins that came all the way from Karakura town." Aizen gestured to either twin, both nodding their heads in their directions, Ichigo bashfully turning his eyes away from the leering male before shyly glancing at him again. Shiro simply grinned like the fool he was, and leapt right in front of the younger heir.
"Nice ta meet ya! I have ta say, you look way better in person than what that old goat face described ya as." He winked. Ulquiorra stepped back, startled once again by the abruptness of his enthusiastic suitor before recollecting his composure.
"Oh? I suppose I should be glad to hear that." He sighed. "Father, if I may excuse myself to the pond, I wish to get some fresh air." He explained. Aizen nodded before giving a sly smile.
"Why don't you invite young Kurosaki-kun to come along? He appears more than delighted to be in your company Ulquiorra." His tone of voice left no room for argument, the two albinos walking off to the gardens, one significantly happier than the other. "As for you two," he turned to his eldest son, who was busying himself with imagining the other male in rather perverse and sensual images that left him grinning like the cat about to pound….er….pounce onto his prey. "Why not show him around the house Grimmjow. He's very curious about our home. However, your room and mine are strictly off limits." He adds sternly. Grimmjow growls at his father but nonetheless wraps an arm around the younger man's waist, Ichigo releasing a surprised yelp in response, and tugs him into a hallway off to the right.
"Well…..that certainly went better than the last time." Urahara muttered, recalling how vicious the heirs were with the last two suitors with a slight shiver. Aizen hummed in agreement.
"Indeed. Ulquiorra actually showed some surprise at seeing another like him. It is refreshing to see young love is it not Kisuke?" he smiled softly. "I do hope they last; I doubt anyone else out there could ever be so perfect for my boys. How exactly did you find them again?" he inquired, waving a servant over to bring him an expensive looking cigar and lighter.
"Through sheer luck and a hell of a sore back, viola, they appeared." Urahara grumbled sourly. "I really hope they last too. I am not doing that to anyone else. I feel even worse knowing these guys are losing their mom. Supposedly some rich friend of theirs had an aunt from North America send over some serious painkillers and muscle gainers. If she's lucky, she'll live to see them get married." He muttered, waving away the smoke from Aizen's cigar. Aizen nodded, staring off into the distance.
"Yes. Maybe they'll marry even sooner than we expect if we are lucky." Aizen mused, blowing another ring of smoke at his old friend simply to annoy him. "You used to be such a great scientist Kisuke. I'm sure you could find a cure for her if you were back at…."
"I already said I wasn't going back Aizen. Don't remind me of that. just be happy your kids are happy. One of them anyways." He shrugs, slouching against a pillar. "If we're going to be here for a while, I'm going to need a drink." He complained. Aizen rolled his eyes when he was certain Urahara wasn't looking.
"Very well. You know where the bar is." He sighed. "Oh forget it. I'll get a cup for the hell of it. In prayers of good fortune if for nothing less." The brunette admits, walking to the bar with his acquaintance.
***Author's Note***
AWTG: Wow. Roughly twelve pages. I'm so proud of myself.
Shiro: Aw…..I wanted ta play a little more! Why'd ya end there? *pouts*
AWTG: Don't you remember? I'm doing specific POV chapters for each couple. I don't know who to write about first…..I'll wait for the first reviewer to tell me which couple to write first. IchiXGrimm or ShiroXUlqui. First one to review this chapter shall be the decider.
Shiro: *puppy eyes* Pwease choose us?
Ichigo: Idiot. It's their choice.
Grimmjow: *Takes off shirt* Choose us
Ichigo: Oi! Weren't you….*drools*
Ulquiorra: Writer-sama, there is something else needed to be said.
AWTG: Ah, thanks Ulquiorra. Someone (a guest reviewer) stated that they wanted the story to be UlquiXShiro, not the other way around since Shiro tops a lot. It's an idea. What do you guys think? Should Shiro top or Ulquiorra? I'll try to post another chapter by my birthday; December 19th. See you all soon enough!
Shiro: *Alluring smirk* I'll be yer best friend….!
Ulquiorra: *puts hand to forehead* Dear lord we are doomed…
