The Brothel House Rules
Disclaimer: You know, if you'd use your imagination a little, you'd realize that I don't own Bleach. I'd like to apply as Kubo's lover though, just to have a part of that juicy thing called property.
Summary: Semi-AU. Aizen betrays Soul Society to become a profitable businessman: A pimp. He then hires the Espada as his prostitutes. What they didn't foresee is that his customers would be none other than his fellow Shinigamis at Gotei 13.
Possible pairings: RenjiXSzayel. IshidaXSzayel. StarkXKyouraku. ByakuyaXRenji. GrimmjowXIchigo. GinXKira. UlquiorraXIchigo. AizenXUlquiorra. HitsugayaXHalibel. ShuuheiXHalibel. Subject to change upon request or whatever.
Chapter II: Of the Fate of Ichigo Kurosaki after a Few Hours of Sheer Terror
On the same day in the chapter previously uploaded, about ten hours after seeing the ads for the first time, Abarai Renji and Kurosaki Ichigo parted ways under mysterious pretext and circumstances. The night was partially young and promised vigorous activities ahead.
"I'm going out for dinner, Renji. I'll see you perhaps tomorrow, or the day after that." Ichigo said.
"Alright… I think my captain's calling me. See yah!" Renji said and with that, they speedily dashed in opposite directions.
In the moments that followed, they were leaping through barriers, defying gravity, gliding at the speed of sound faithfully on their way to… in fact, Las Noches. Renji was the one who got there first.
"Touch down!" He told himself in glee as he landed on the expanse of white soil surrounding the magnificent castle. He made his way inside to the reception area where he held out a copy of the ad to the Arrancar at the front desk.
"I hope I came to the right place." Renji smiled at the Arrancar receptionist, who returned a pleasant smile. "Anyway, I was wondering if---"
"I want this one!" gasped a voice behind Renji. Renji turned around and received the shock of his life. Ichigo was holding out his copy of the poster and pointing at the man in it.
"Ichigo, what the fuck?!" Renji said.
Ichigo's face turned as white as the soil they just left outside. "That's my line, fucker! I thought you were meeting with your captain?"
"I thought you were having dinner?!"
"You thought right; I was having dinner nine hours ago!"
"I was at this meeting with Byakuya nine hours ago, if you must know! But more importantly, what is your business here?"
"I'm here to investigate."
"And should an investigation involve wanting this dude in the poster?"
"Wait right there, moron. Just on whom are you trying to turn the tables here? You're the one who was here first!"
"May I help you, gentlemen?" A voice that neither belonged to them both shot through their verbal combat. It was the receptionist. Ichigo and Renji blushed. It was now or never.
Renji stammered, "I… I was just going to ask if… well, shit, Ichigo; let's stop beating around the fucking bush, shall we? I came here to help myself with these and I realized just now that no fucking moron like you should stop some guy like me from having fun. I came here to get myself a whore and I assume we have the same agenda." He finished. The noticeable rise in his voice caught Ichigo's focus, making him grin.
"Well, what the hell does it look like? Didn't I just mention that I want this guy in the picture? Shove off." Ichigo snapped at Renji and hurried to the counter.
"Live and let live, bitch. If this got on record you know I'll know where to look." Renji threatened after him.
"Speak for yourself; I've got my image on this one too, as you ought to know." Ichigo said dismissively. And with that they struck an amazing pact of silence.
The name of the whore that so enticed Ichigo was GrimmJow Jaggerjack and he normally came with such a price that would otherwise have crippled the wallet of any self-respecting Shinigami with a decent salary. But GrimmJow Jaggerjack was a generous whore, a virtue that would run counter against his appearance, and on first meeting Ichigo he quite simply swept the latter off his feet.
"50,000 yen a night? What the fuck do you think I am, a lottery winner? I'm a high school student for fuck's sake!" Ichigo shouted at the receptionist. Far off the distance, his voice echoed with a forceful boom.
"Sir, as you might have already noticed, the employee whose favors you want to enjoy is an Espada, meaning, he's among the potentially top-performing entertainers of Las Noches. As such, it is only reasonable to place such a price on him, as is with the other members of the Espada. Now—"
"Do you think I care if he's an Espada or a fucking son of a gun? I want him, so you'd better make him come down or I'll—"
"And what, pray tell, is the commotion all about?" A deep and icy voice sounded behind Ichigo and the receptionist. Ichigo turned around, only slightly curious as to the owner of the voice. As he did so, shock and what must be divine glory dawned on him: It was none other the teal-haired guy in the poster. Dressed in spotless white and moving with a sort of grace that rendered Ichigo quite speechless, the guy closed in on them. Upon nearer inspection, Ichigo realized as his speech mechanism failed him utterly, that the poster hardly did this man justice: this man could simply fulfill his dream. He didn't know why or how such resolution made its way to him; he just knew it was true, no more, no less.
"Grimmjow Jaggerjack-sama, forgive us, but this boy here actually is being difficult. We've been trying to complete a bargain for some minutes now but it seems that he's firm on not paying the fixed price, as he's miserably broke, according to him. Nonetheless, he wouldn't leave until he gets to enjoy your favors." The receptionist explained.
"My favors? So he came for me?" The guy called Grimmjow smirked.
"It appears that he's been taken by the Las Noches ad at the very first sight."
Grimmjow then swiftly turned on Ichigo who still hadn't recovered his voicebox. "Is it true, boy? Is it me whom you want?"
Ichigo opened his mouth, clammed it close again, repeated the process and let out what only sounded like a faint intelligible stammer.
"You're interesting." Grimmjow whispered meaningfully at Ichigo's ear, making him shudder to the tips of his fingers.
"I… I would pay anything… give everything I own just to spend… a day, no, an hour with you…" Ichigo finally managed to say. At that instant, reason had left him entirely on his own.
"Would you, eh?"
"I will. There's nothing else to want should I have you, Grimmjow Jaggerjack."
"Done then!" Grimmjow suddenly declared. "I will spend the first night with you for free; I'd be more than happy to skillfully demonstrate what I'm capable of doing. Let's go, Shinigami."
"But Grimmjow-sama, Daddy made it absolutely clear that we should do no pro-bono deals. If he learned that you gave one of our customers a free trial, he'd freak out!" interjected the receptionist, who was now stirred and bewildered. Ichigo, on the other hand, seemed lost in deep joy, unable to believe the fortune that just befell on him.
"He doesn't have to know anything about my charity, arrancar. And unless you made a report or two pertaining to this, none of us is in deep shit. Understood?" Grimmjow told the recoiling arrancar and flashed him a malevolent grin. In a minute, he was leading the hopefully entranced Ichigo upstairs.
TBC