Began; February 28, 2012. Done; March 1, 2012.

Disclaimer: Obviously, if Bleach were mine, I'd have Ichigo shrunk anytime! XD nyahaha~ (really, is this really necessary on every chapter?)

A/N: Yup, this is a real chapter 3. Grraaaaahhhh… so much have happened in the last one and a half years. I was pretty immature (being pissed off beyond repair) I decided to switch schools …and ended up going to boarding school instead. Ahahaha =='''' (apparently, everything related to computers and phones are not allowed there) … I had to kick myself from procrastinating when I've finally finished last December. (Yup. I've grown fat, so my kicking ain't as powerful as it used to be)

Sorry in advance if it lacks characters. I can't remember HALF the character in Bleach nowadays. I'm looking everyone up in wiki, and had started to continue where I left off in the anime.

I'm not sure if this is going to be good or not, I've lost a bit of interest in Bleach when I saw Gin died (I've stopped watching bleach since then… haha – still reading it though). But, I still wanna love it.. .!

Alright, enough of my looooooooooong authors note (not sure if you even read this anyway==;), on with the story!

Extra note: I hadn't chosen the first babysitter yet, since… well… EACH and EVERYONE…DDDDD: ….had a different answer for it (who'd have thought, nyaha). I think I'd just type down all the possibilities and shut my eyes while throwing my finger onto the computer screen. There's a poll in my profile, pick whoever you want^^~*. PS: I had to reupdate this a few times, bcoz it kept missing some words. Again. ==''' tho, might not be important anyway.

There's some attempt at a real plot here (still with my attempted humour), so and so. Hope you'll still enjoy~3

I still dun have a beta. D:

Chapter 3 (yup, the real one)

His breath hitched, his knees almost buckled. What do they want now? Holding Kon's abused 'sexy body' as tightly as he possibly could (being the same size as he was, it might make a good shield), he looked up at his captors with tears threatening to spill from his eyes. The hell? They had ripped him off away from Kon-invaded-him earlier (with him, marked as the victor for the lion plushy); and had placed him neatly onto the kotatsu. Now, they're just staring at him… irritatingly, might he add. He could hear mentions of new 'clothes' for him. How he hope it won't be some kind of costume *twitching eyebrows*.

Lips protruding upwards in an attempt to scowl, he almost whimpered at the perturbing aura building up. Their evil smiles making him squeaked. What are they planning?

Turning around to escape, he felt the cloth covering him tightened, as he was then lifted a foot into the air. Gasp… he tried to 'swim' for his life.

"Now, now, Kurosaki-chan," said Urahara-san; his 'evil' smiling gaze, boring deep into Ichigo's petrified little soul, "You'll need better clothes than this" he shook him as an emphasis "to wear." Why can't they just buy some! Why this? Urahara-san then proceeded to pin his tiny hands onto the table, discarding the stuff animal to side so his size could be measured properly. Somewhere in the room, we could hear a quiet "Hey!" from the Kon-inhabitted-Ichigo. Ishida then came into view. This only freaked him out even more. (A/N: he's only freaking out more coz he saw Ishida?:D)

"Sit still while I take your measurements, Kurosaki." F*ck. Ishida took out his measuring tape, straitening it in with a snap. Struggling even harder, he shook his head furiously; just downright rejecting the sole idea. In no way in hell is he wearing anything that that freak made! He'd rather stuck with these… pieces of his own shihakusho; …his proof of battle as a matter of fact!

As Inoue and Rukia huddled together with the girls, obviously discussing a design for him, "I agree with that on Berry-tan!", he could see the espadas gleamed in agreement/pure delight. Not good; especially when even the corners of Ulquiorra's mouth started to twitch upwards.

"Now, now Kurosaki…" repeating Urahara-san; Ishida came closer, he trashed harder. Glancing around the room for help, the others mainly snickered at him. He swore he could see stars twinkling in their eyes. He jolted after seeing a chance of exit, finally freeing himself; he jumped, ran, and scrambled, over the floor and everyone's heads, and scurrying… right …into Chado's hands. *sweatdropped*

"I'm… sorry. Ichigo." Was what he said.

"…" *some blinking*

"IyaaaaaaaaaaaAAA!" Where the hell is that bastard hollow guy when he needed him! It's not fair! He wanna switch places dammit!

Aizen and co. left, with Grimmjow picking at his ears, leaving the shinigamis and humans to their own expenses.

Meanwhile…

Strong winds breezing nonchalantly with a tease of mirth. They blew across the vast desert of Hueco Mundo with grace while the sand glistened of victory under the only source of light, the weird-looking moon. Hushed whispers lurked beneath the shadows, importing and exporting information as they were at it. All hollows were still in hiding, but not from fear of being eaten, but more from fear of being caught laughing their heads off.

After all; news travels fast in Hueco Mundo. They just couldn't believe it was true.

As the wind gushed forth, over and above Las Noches, a clank sound of metal declared its presents.

It winked innocently under the light of the distorted moon.

Lone from being forgotten; waiting patiently for its wielder to grasp at its hilt on top of the deserted dome of Las Noches.

…

…

….

"hitchih…" he pulled his face close to the head of raven locks, and wiped his nose with it.

"*gloom*" he stilled.

"*blink blink*" oops.

"G-grrruuuuuuAAAAaaaAAAAaahhhh!" he yank the snowy blur off his face. Rage and annoyance clearly etched into his young features, "get off me you fool!" he spat, running his fingers through his jagged fringe, pulling away some sticky stuff, all the while scowling. "Don't sneeze into people's hair dammit!" His pale blue eyes were seething with aggravation. Flicking the blur off his right hand to the next window, "And stop climbing me! I'm not a scratching post!" he sighed, looking at the pasty blur as if it were a deranged form of a stray cat trying to play. (A/N: sorry for the cat reference==; …note: I have 7 cats)

The colourless blur mainly rolled around on the floor. First, he rolled to his left, then to his right, then making a circle as if he were breakdancing, as he whined and trashed. "What rights do you have to act this way anyway? It's your own damn fault!" he crossed his arms over his chest, and with a hmph, "No matter how much you complained, it's impossible to see him!" he uttered.

"B…but…" his golden on black irises stared up at the elder, as he rubbed away at his tears, "Tensa-chaaaaAAAAaaaannnN!" Tensa Zangetsu grimaced at the lisp in the other's speech. He'll ignore that for the moment. Being in his bankai state, as Ichigo had him during the moment, the little child decided to call him Tensa. Well… at least he tried adding honourifics… *sweatdropped*.

Shiro, as he preferred calling the hollow that for now, merely continued on his rampant tantrum. Sniffling every now and then on the wall of the topsy-turvy building, mumbling how if he didn't do what he did, his king would have died already, and as he rolled over atop a closed window, he also stated the fact that he had promised he'd take over if his king were to ever fail (at living). Sigh…

He glanced around, noting the changes in his environment. Everything… seems, lax… for now. No more rain, and no more dark clouds up ahead. Though he still can't be sure, he just couldn't help but smile to himself quietly, wondering how his wielder is currently doing. 'I wonder if he's close…'

A frown then touched at his brows when he felt 'something' tugged at his leg. Argh…

Looking down to his foot, he tilted his black covered head to the right. What does he want now?

Googly gold stared up at him, "Tensa-chan…" he called up to him.

Eyebrows knitted together as he muttered a "What?"

"King's seems happy…" the little child dressed in a somewhat makeshift uniform; stated.

"Yeah." he averted his eyes, staring up into the vertical moving clouds.

The pasty child then mainly snuggled into his leg, mumbling a soft: "that's good" into it.

Squatting downwards, the teenage form zanpakuto spirit ruffled the little one's hair, a smile tugging at his lips. He wondered how Ichigo was doing seeing as after the fight with Ulquiorra, this snowy guy seemed to have shrunken himself. He assumed he did it on purpose, so that Ichigo could live with the lack of reiatsu. Maybe Ichigo was shrunk himself right now… Sighing again…

He couldn't feel his reiatsu. Ichigo's.

At least, not anywhere near.

About seventy-two minutes and some seconds later…

Hueco Mundo.

"My deepest apologies Aizen-sama…" eyes decorated with green tears streaming done his cheeks didn't dare looking upwards, declared in monotone.

"…" kicking rubble.

"My deepest apologies Aizen-sama" he repeated, staring after his sweat-dropping lord, who stared (solemnly) upon his surroundings.

"…" everyone averted their gazes.

A quiet "#$%&" could be heard.

"…" *wide eyes*, someone gulped. We could hear a Gin's "My my…" in the background.

"Well," *insert scary Aizen-smile here, "lets began repairing then." Eyes closed. "After all…

"…we can't have a child running around in such a dangerous place now could we?" (A/N: teehee~)

Back in the human world,

…as the birds chirp around gleefully late in the day, we could still hear a distinct "Iyada!" and an "Ow! Get back here Kurosaki!", also a "Ku-… Kurosaki-kun!" and of course, not forgetting an "Ichigo! You can't run around like that!"

Hueco Mundo (zanpakuto inner world)…

"Ni shi shi…. I sense King is in trouble…" as he tugged at Tensa-san's hair.

"…"

"Ufufufufu…" tug… tug…

"Let go dammit!"

Now back in the Urahara Shop…

"Hat-chu!" His orange brows knitted together as a sneeze broke through his nose while his body lost balance from the window sill.

"I GOT HIM!" *kicked on the face… "ARGH!"

Approximately some time later…

Somewhere within Las Noches, a voice was heard saying: "Can you pass me the plaster Ulquiorra?"

Wiping his sticky blue tresses off his face, he reached his hand down towards him.

"…" *passing.

The green-eyed espada watched his subordinate continue to patch up the broken blue sky.

"…"

He's still continuing…

"…"

'Lucky~…'

"…"

Oh… he stopped.

"…"

He saw him threw the scraper to the side; veins started to throbbed.

"…"

He heard an "Oof!" coming from a giant spoon a few stories below some seconds later.

…

"WHY THE HELL AM I THE ONE DOING THIS YOU PRICK!"

'tched…' glaring his melancholic green eyes upwards, he knew he couldn't get away with it. Who knew it would end so soon?

Unbeknownst to them both, somewhere above the bickering duo, a zanpakuto sighed.

(A/N: Alright, I think I'mma add somethin' extra…)

A few days later…

Waiting in front of the dangai gate, all residents of seretei wait in eagerness, as their minified hero was about to be taken in as prior agreement.

"Aahh… and I were just starting to miss him…" sighed a feathered man.

"Ohh… shut the hell up…" a vein throbbed above his eyebrows, "Really… how can I fight him in that state?" his shiny head shined brightly under the warm sunlight.

"Where is he? WHERE IS HE!"

"The gate is about to be opened…"

"*sigh…*"

And in he stepped out; all by himself. A fierce expression marked his adorable features. Fire seemed to float around his shoulders. Yeah right… Urahara still tailed behind him. *sweat dropped*

Hmph. Gotta give him credit; guessed he still had pride as a former grown man.

Though…

"What the hell is he wearing?" everyone queried.

"KyaaaAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaAA~~!"

Ugguaaaaaaahhhhh! I'm finaly done! So many interruptions occurred when I was writing this!DDDDDD'x( Really… phew.

Well, I've tried my best. I hope you'll still like it. Please review!DDD:! *blinking eyes as sweetly as possible* Reading your reviews made me wanna type this out!

Umm… I'll give you some cheesecake? Oh! And extra blueberries for voters~ !

Some questions from me:

Alright, now, I wonder if you noticed the plot mentioned. What do think was important to take notice in here?

Did my writing style change? Do I even have one? DDD:? I've been writing too much death scenes lately in school, so it's getting a bit difficult to get back to crack.

Also, Ulquiorra 'tch'? I find it possible! (only not outloud!)

What do you think of it? I hadn't really reread this properly. Is it too short? I've tried compairing the length with the first chapter. Phew… it's a bit longer (by a page, minus the 'A/N') though.

Do you still want me to continue? I missed writing something fun. And with enough encouragements, I might continue this. *tears~*

SORRY FOR TOO MUCH TALKING… gruaaaahhhhh! *shot.