Sorry about that, my home computer nearly crapped out on me and I had to wait for my brother to fix it. I also sent my laptop to a repair shop but that'll take a while 'til I finally get my privacy.

Wolf's Love for Moon by Boogermeister

Chapter 3- The Change

"Starrk," Ichigo called out, turning to her bodyguard as they walked through the complicated hallways. "Who are the other Espadas? I keep forgetting to ask Sousuke-sama about the rest."

". . . . You'll know them eventually, Ichigo-sama," muttered Starrk. "You'll come across them sooner or later, depending on who."

"I see," she sighed, her bare feet padded quietly on the cool floor.

"And why are you walking bare-footed, Ichigo-sama? You might hurt yourself."

"I'm simply giving my feet one last time of freedom before stuffing them in those tight stilletoes tomorrow night," she frowned. "And don't worry about me getting hurt, I'm so used to getting scrapes and bruises from playing sports and rough-housing."

"However, that will stop since you're Aizen-sama's wife now," Starrk sighed. "Because of tomorrow, you'll need to act like a proper lady."

"I know, but it feels silly for me to act like something I'm not," she frowned again. "But I need to be careful of what I say around these people."

"Of course, Ichigo-sama, you represent Aizen-sama's reputation from now on," he replied as they turned a corner. The pig-tailed maid from before promptly walked past her, not even stopping to bow respectfully to her. ". . . . She didn't stop to repect you, Ichigo-sama," muttered Starrk, staring at the dwindling figure.

"Really? I didn't notice that," Ichigo muttered obliviously as she glanced as well but shrugged. "Oh well, it doesn't matter."

"It does, especially from someone like her," he muttered quietly.

"Huh?"

"Never mind, Ichigo-sama," he mumbled, shaking his head. "Is there anything you want to do today?"

"You always ask me that every day, Starrk," Ichigo sighed in annoyance. "I'm a little curious, I want to wander into any secret rooms Sousuke-sama got."

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that, Ichigo-sama," Starrk answered quickly. "Aizen-sama prefers his privacy."

"But I thought I could know about it since I'm his wife," she frowned.

"Unless he says otherwise, I can't let you go into certain areas, Ichigo-sama," he persisted. Ichigo frowned and walked ahead of him, but the man quickly followed. She noticed that, she quickened her pace and so did he. She smirked a little at this, she wondered if he could catch up to her since she was the fastest out of everyone she knew. Without hesitation, she suddenly broke into a run and quickly turned around a corner. "What the . . . .? Damn it," Starrk sighed tiredly.

Ichigo panted as she briefly glanced back. She assumed that the Primera would immediately run after her, but the man was nowhere in the hallways. "Good . . . . maye I could find somethig myself," she panted lightly. Bur the place was a maze, and she wasn't used to it yet even after a week. Then, all of a sudden, a bluish-green blur appeaed in front of her and grabbed her by the shoulders. Ichigo barely yelped out before she was grabbed again from behind.

"I cannot let you out of my sight, Ichigo-sama," Starrk muttered, and Ichigo immediately looked up.

"How the hell-" she exclaimed in disbelief.

"Ahh, good thing I came across her, Starrk." Ichigo glanced back at the one who grabbed her first, a voluptuous woman with sea green hair and greyish-yellow eyes. She smiled at the teen and bowed her head. "Ichigo-sama, I am Neliel Tu Oderschvank," she introduced herself.

"Oh . . . . You're an Espada, right?" she questioned.

"Actually, I'm a Privaron, Ichigo-sama," the woman answered, pulling her bangs back to reveal a darkened scar on her forehead. "I was dropped from my rank due to a mishap from one of my assignment. But I still serve under Aizen-sama, my skills are too good for me to be dismissed."

"I see, so who's the one who took over your rank?" asked Ichigo, as they proceeded walking with Starrk followed closely behind.

"Tia Harribel, she's the Tercera. The number 3."

"Hmm, sound interesting," she muttered.

"Starrk, I bet your presence for tomorrow night will be boring," she smiled as she turned him. "As usual, you might wander off and fall asleep somewhere."

"I won't this time, since I'm Ichigo-sama's bodyguard," sighed Starrk. Ichigo frowned a little as their conversation continued for while. Everybody here seemed to act like normal, yet treated her with such an annoying manner. At least to her.

"Uh . . . ." she muttered, immediately catching the two's attentions.

"Is there something wrong, Ichigo-sama?" asked Starrk.

"Kinda, I actually don't like it when other people treat me with so-called respect," she frowned. "I'm a normal person, you can treat me like one."

"It's not that simple, Ichigo-sama, that would actually be disrespectful to Aizen-sama since you're his wife," he muttered.

"I'm sure Aizen-sama won't mind, as long as she feels comfortable about it," the woman said. "Ichigo-sama, do you mind if I call you Ichigo-chan?"

"Yeah, that's kinda better," sighed Ichigo.

"That's good, a lot of people here called me Nel," Nel smiled. "Would you like calling me that?"

"Of course. Finally, someone I can speak easy to," she sighed deeply.

"Your loss, Starrk," she giggled lightly. "You should've let loose, then Ichigo-chan might've feel easier here."

"Please don't start that," Starrk sighed.

"So, besides you two and Grimmjow, who are the other Espadas?" asked Ichigo.

"You'll meet some of them tomorrow, Ichigo-sama," muttered Starrk. "But I doubt the the Noveno will meet you so soon."

"Why not?"

"He's a little shy, and he's also insecure about his appearance so he often wears a mask," replied Nel. "But you'll get to meet him eventually, it took me over a year before I finally met him."

"Oh . . . . guess it doesn't matter to me, then," she shrugged it off.

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Ichigo nearly whined every time a servant patted her face with blush powder, but she tried not to fidget so much. She had never wore this much make-up before, Rukia once insisted to make her wear lip gloss and she complained that it felt sticky. The powder finally gotten to her and she suddenly sneezed. "Oh, I'm sorry about, Ichigo-sama," said the servant.

"It's okay, I'm not used to make-up," Ichigo muttered dismissively but sneezed again. "Am I done yet?"

"Uh, yes, this dress came from Aizen-sama for tonight's occasion," the servant said as she hurried out of the bathroom. Ichigo frowned and glanced at herself in the mirror. She immediately blinked, she looked like a whole new person even with the subtle shades on her eyes and lips. Her bright orange hair pinned back with jeweled ornaments, though it was stinging at her scalp hard.

"Hmm . . . ." she sighed, just as the servant came back. ". . . . That's the dress?" she muttered as she stared at the silverish-white garment.

"Are you displeased with the dress, Ichigo-sama?"

"No, I'll wear it," she sighed as she took it; she felt odd wearing the form-fitting dress. Though it showed not much cleavage, it appeared a little uneasy for her. Lucky for her, the dress came with a shawl and she quickly covered her shoulders. "Wonder if I'm ready for this gathering?" she muttered to her self as she walked out of the bathroom and across the bedroom to open the door. Right on cue, Starrk was already waiting for her as she stepped out.

"Are you ready, Ichigo-sama?" he asked.

"How long were you waiting out here?" frowed Ichigo.

"Not long," he replied. "I'll escort you to the party, Ichigo-sama."

"Please do, I don't know the way anyway." She followed beside him, her stilletoes tapped in an unorthodox manner. "What type of people are there, Starrk? Do they act snooty as Rukia sometimes says?"

"I really cannot say, they are Aizen-sama's guest," he simply replied.

"Tch, you're no fun," she frowned, walking after him as they went through a few staircases and through a slightly narrowed hallway.

"Through here, Ichigo-sama," he instructed, as they stopped in front of a simple door. He opened and they stepped out, Ichigo stiffened by large amount of people dressed elegantly and talking casually to each other.

"Uh, maybe I should go back to my room," she mumbled uneasily.

"You cannot back down, Ichigo-sama," Starrk muttered. "You're a part of Aizen-sama's reputation, backing down would disrespect him."

". . . . Fine, take me to him please," she sighed. Her bodyguard nodded in response and led her through the crowd, some of the people took a brief glance at her and muttered quietly. She wasn't the type to feel insecure about her looks but compared to these type of people, she felt a little overwhelmed.

"Ichigo." Ichigo glanced up and saw her husband with a very expensive-looking suit. "You look extravagant tonight," he smiled, taking her hand.

"Sousuke-sama," greeted Ichigo with a nod. "Um . . . . about the Kuchiki family . . . ."

"Yes, they are here but unfortunately your friend Rukia didn't attend," Aizen replied quietly, and Ichigo immediately frowned in disappointment.

"I see . . . ." she muttered.

"But you can meet her older brother as well as her fiance since they are here." Ichigo blinked at the last part. She remembered, Rukia mentioning being engaged to a man for over a year, that he was 16 or 17 years older than her yet was different than most of the nobles. She hadn't thought much about it since then, as they moved towards a group of three men. Her eyes widened slightly at one familiar red-head, standing dilligently behind a stoic black-haired man.

"Renji?" she accidently blurted out, catching the men's attentions. The stoic man narrowed his eyes and glanced at Renji, who quickly faltered from the silent scolding.

"Byakuya Kuchiki, it's a pleasure to meet you," Aizen smirked as he nodded.

"Sousuke Aizen, how is that you newlywed wife know of my bodyguard?" questioned Byakuya, while Renji glanced down in shame.

"Ichigo here told me that your younger sister has been friends with her for a few years, maybe your bodyguard knows."

"I'm sorry, Kuchiki-sama," muttered Renji. "But I made sure that Rukia-sama was safe when we left the mansion-" But Byakua raised his hand to silence him, and he instantly did.

"It's a pleasure to meet Rukia's best friend," he said quietly with a short nod. "As of now, Rukia was feeling under the weather and wished to see you again. Sorry for the inconvinience."

"No, it's okay," sighed Ichigo.

"But her fiance accompanied me in her place, Kaien Shiba. He is right beside me . . . ." He turned to realize that said person was promptly sampling hors d'ourvres that passing by. "Shiba."

"Huh?" mumbled Kaien as he turned around, crumbs dusted around his face.

"Represent yourself properly, you're Sousuke Aizen's guest," he muttered.

"Oh, right," the man nodded, dusted himself off and grinned at the teen as he gave her a light handshake. "I'm Kaien Shiba, nice to finally meet you. Rukia had told a lot about you."

"Uh, really?" asked Ichigo.

"No, just that your name's Ichigo," he smiled. "And Rukia's all wrong, you don't look that scary-looking."

"What?" she immediately scowled. The man really was different from the rest. Kaien simply laughed and shook her hand again.

"Don't worry, Rukia told me to make sure that you're doing okay here," he grinned. "And don't worry about your husband, he's not that boring." Aizen simply chuckled as he stepped forward.

"Then I hope you don't mind that I'd like to speak to you, Shiba," he smirked.

"Aw man, am I in trouble or something?" he frowned playfully.

"No, it's just it's been a while since we last met," Aizen said before turning to Ichigo. "I'll be back shortly, Ichigo."

"All right, Sousuke-sama," muttered Ichigo. The man smirked and he turned to walk. Kaien shrugged and followed after him, through the same entance as the teen had used but to another corrider. They didn't stop until Aizen opened an unknown door and walked into a dimmed room.

". . . . I didn't expect to see you here so soon," he muttered quietly, as Kaien silently closed the door. Even in the dark room, the raven-haired man grinned at him as he walked up to him. "What brings you here . . . . Kaien Shiba?"

"So that's the infamous Ichigo Kurosaki my dear fiancee told me about," he spoke in an unusually calm, quiet voice.

"Of course, I believe it was a mere coincidence that knows about the Kuchiki family," Aizen replied with a slight smirk. "Then again, it might work in both favors, since my wife and your fiancee are such good friends."

"Yes, I'm a little sad that Rukia fell ill just before the party. But at least I get to meet my superior's young and beautiful wife." Aizen smiled and turned to Kaien.

"Just make sure that you do not blow your cover . . . . Aaroniero," he smirked, "the next time you see her."

"Of course, Aizen-sama," Kaien grinned, bowing his head.

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Ichigo frowned slightly, not being used to the fancy people around her as she stuck by Renji and Byakuya. But even then, the nobleman was quiet for the last twenty minutes and it mentally frustrated her. "A guy like him related to Rukia? I can't believe it," she muttered.

"Be quiet about it, you should be respectful in front of Kuchiki-sama," frowned Renji.

"I could say the same to you, I'm a noble now," Ichigo scoffed softly.

"Sometimes I wonder," he mumbled, only to stiffened slightly when he met Starrk's eyes. "Uh, who's he, Ichigo?"

"He's Starrk, he's my bodyguard from now on."

"Really? Maybe you should protect himself from your rage," scoffed Renji.

"Shut up, you're lucky that Rukia's not here to kick your ass."

"Renji," Byakuya called out coolly. "Please refrain from talking so casually to Sousuke Aizen's wife. She's not a commoner anymore."

"Uh, right Kuchiki-sama," Renji quickly replied, and Ichigo blinked in both surprise and annoyance.

"A commoner? What does he mean by that?" she frowned but her bodyguard immediately held her back.

"Be careful of your words, Ichigo-sama," Starrk muttered. "These are Aizen-sama's guests, you cannot insult them."

"But that guy just insulted me," she scoffed.

"Huh?" What was that?" frowned Kaien as he and Aizen came back. "Ichigo, did my future brother-in-law bother you?" he questioned playfully.

"Uh, Kinda," muttered Ichigo.

"Well, don't mind him," he grinned, plopping his around the frowning man's shoulders. "He's always a sourpuss as long as Yoruichi have known him, he's been a stick in the mud for years and years."

"You're as eccentric as ever, Shiba," Byakuya muttered with an insulting tone, but Kaien merely laughed as he stepped away. "I think we've accompanied your wife long enough, Sousuke Aizen. We should meet your other guest."

"Yes, please do so," smiled Aizen. Byakuya simply nodded and left, along with Kaien and Renji.

"Tell Rukia I say hi," requested Ichigo after them.

". . . . Are you having a good time here, Ichigo?" Aizen asked, catching his young wife's attention.

"Um, a little, Sousuke-sama," she muttered. "I'm not sure how to feel around these type of people."

"Don't worry, this is your world now," he smiled, reaching to caress her face. "Very soon, you will get used to it. Am I right, Ichigo?"

"Yes, Sousuke-sama," she nodded, but she still wasn't used to it as she was being introduced to nearly every guest. She noticed most had gave her dirty looks but said nothing as she forced out a false smile. It felt like forever, and yet she realized that only over an hour and a half have passed.

"Is there something wrong, my dear?" Aizen asked finally, when he noticed Ichigo fidgeting in discomfort.

"It's my shoes, Sousuke-sama," she muttered. "They're hurting me, may I sit down and rest for a while?"

"Of course you can, Ichigo," smiled Aizen before glancing at at the Primera. Starrk nodded and escorted the teen away from the crowd and to a set of large glass doors.

"Where are we going, Starrk?" asked Ichigo as he opened the doors and led her out.

"To the garden, Ichigo-sama," replied Starrk.

"There? I thought the area around the pool was the garden."

"It's the other direction," he said, leading her toward a thick maze of greens and variety of roses and flowers. Ichigo glanced around in amazement, nearly forgotting about the searing pain in her feet. "Sit over here, Ichigo-sama," Starrk muttered, showing her the stone bench.

"Thanks, Starrk," Ichigo sighed as she sat down. Almost immediately, she took it off the stilletoes and sighed out a deep relief. "I hate this . . . ." she frowned.

"It's just your shoes, Ichigo-sama," Starrk replied. "It'll be okay soon."

"It's not that, Starrk," she frowned. "These people, and this life . . . . over a week, and it hadn't sunk in on me. This is not me, I don't really feel like a wife of a noble. And I think those people know that too." She stared at the rosebush in front of her. The color was intruiging, it was a cross between silverish-grey and lavender. ". . . . I'm different from them, so why would Sousuke-sama want to marry me?"

"I . . . . I don't know how to answer that, Ichigo-sama," muttered Starrk. "Whatever Aizen-sama does, we follow his actions. You are his wife, and we accept that with no questions asked."

"Tch, don't you guy at least thought much about it?" she mumbled. "I mean, I'm sixteen and I'm already married. Won't it feel weird to get ordered around by a teenage girl?"

"Um, I'm not sure how to answer that, Ichigo-sama," shrugged Starrk. "It's just only my opinion, I don't know how the other Espadas think of it."

"Of course it's your opinion," she frowned. "You're my babysitter, like what Grimmjow said." Starrk blinked at that but said nothing. ". . . . What type of roses are those, Starrk?"

"They're called Moon Roses, Ichigo-sama," he answered. "They're not so common in most parts, and they are very valuable."

"I bet it costs so much just to have it," she muttered quietly. "What a shame . . . ."

"Hello?" Both of them blinked at the new voice, Starrk immediately braced himself for the possible danger. "Hello? I heard someone out here, is there a way out? A slight rustle of leaves was heard before a dark-skinned purple-haired woman, dressed in a sparkling light gold gown, walked around the rosebush. "Ah, didn't expect to see you here," smiled the woman as she stepped closer. "I'm Yoruichi Shihoin, but I guess you've never heard of me."

"No, I've heard of the name before," Ichigo muttered. "You're one of the Five Great Familes, right?"

"Guess you can say that, but I prefer to be called just Yoruichi. Is that all right with you?"

"Yes, I'm Ichigo Kurosa- I mean, Aizen," Ichigo said quietly.

"You don't mind me sitting down?" Yoruichi asked.

"No, go ahead," she gestured.

"So . . . . while I was losing my subordinate, I accidently overheard about you not fitting in," sighed the woman, sitting next to her. "It's all right to feel that way. I was born into nobility and yet I do not fit in with the conformity."

"Really? Why is that?" asked Ichigo.

"For one thing, I'm actually the first female head of the family," she replied. "That's considered something. Even in the noble world, women are considered second-class by their husbands. However, there's nothing to worry about. As long as your husband respect you, you will have your say about most topics. Is that all right with you, Ichigo?"

". . . . Yeah, sure," Ichigo sighed with a small smile. "That reminds me, Kaien Shiba mentioned about you earlier."

"Did he? Guess I better find him then," shrugged Yoruichi as she stood up. "Soi Fon, where are you?" She called out as she walked away. "I know you're around here somewhere . . . ."

". . . . Guess I should return to the party, huh, Starrk?" muttered Ichigo as she stood up as well.

"I believe so, Ichigo-sama," nodded Starrk," nodded Starrk. "Should you put back on your shoes?"

"No, I'm sure Sousuke-sama would understand," she sighed as they walked back to the mansion.

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Aizen sighed tiredly in the late hours; his wife already went to bed after only a few hours during the party. Recently, it ended and he was sitting in his office as he browsed through a book under a small light. He paused turning when he heard a small knock on the door. ". . . . Come in," he muttered, narrowing his eyes. He knew who it was.

"Aizen-sama . . ." the pig-tailed maid whispered as she opened the door and stepped in. However, her usual uniform were replaced silky negligee as she moved slowly toward the older man. "Good evening, Aizen-sama . . . ." she muttered seductively, her violet eyes gazed at him. But Aizen was undettered, as the girl sat onto his lap.

"What is that you want, Loly?" muttered Aizen, barely uttering a moan as the maid leaned to kiss at his lips.

"I thought you were getting tired of me now that you have a wife," Loly murmured, wrapping her around his neck. "Just because you're married doesn't mean that our fun must stop, does it?" Aizen exhaled heavily, though he was gradually getting aroused from her. "Please, Aizen-sama . . . ." she whispered, kissing him again. "I need you so bad right now . . . ."

"Loly . . . . stop it," Aizen muttered, pulling her arms away. Loly blinked in complete surprise and stared at him.

"Wh-what . . . .?" she muttered in disbelief. "But . . . . Aizen-sama, you can't do this . . . ."

"I have a wife now, so this relationship cannot continued," he replied quietly. "I'm simply sparing your feelings as well as Ichigo's, since she doesn't know about this affair. We are ending this now, Loly."

"B-but . . . . these past few years-"

"It's been nothing more to me but bottled lust in which I needed to release," he bluntly replied, pushing her off his lap. "We can never be together, you're nothing but a servant. Ulquiorra . . . ."

"Please, Aizen-sama . . . . don't do this to me," Loly pleaded softly just as the Cuarto walked in. "I was your lover . . . . I even considered keeping that for you-"

"Loly, stop this. It's now over," he said. The maid's breathing hitched sharply, her arm was grabbed and was hauled away by Ulquiorra Aizen sighed heavily, the lust was coming back but it was too late to wake up his young wife to rid away his problems.

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Yeah, got the idea about Kaien while reading vol. 30! Couldn't help myself! Anyway, I had to write on paper while my home computer was on the mend. It sucked a little, since I can't edit right like on a computer.

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