A/N: thank you to everyone who reads this story, enjoy.

The morning, Rukia had to admit refreshed her spirit from the night's worry over the silly thought that her cousins were a tribe of Werewolves. Ridiculous. She knew. But that's what comes of going to bed with an empty stomach.

Her robe—a deep royal blue down to the ankles- wraparound she slipped on over the polka dot shorts and a tank that composed her usual nightwear and went downstairs.

Sunlight filtered in the bay window situated near the front door. The floors she marveled at anew and even stopped for a whole four minutes to study a different sculpture gracing the pillar in the corner. It was of a fat cherub rising up in a spiral; hands making supplicating gestures pleaded with the little angel at the base, what Rukia was most impressed with however was the remarkably lifelike face carved onto the cherub.

"Impressive. Isn't it?"

Rukia miraculously didn't shriek and reverently replied to Toshiro, "yes. I've never seen anything so…so detailed!" she said but didn't voice her curiosity—were they perhaps Christians?

As he turned away to lead her to the breakfast nook, her suspicions were confirmed, Toshiro wore a rounded silver Celtic cross around his neck.

Interesting.

Through a set of wide creamy yellow double French doors they entered what his brothers called 'the nook,' Toshiro explained quietly—quiet—because upon seeing him in the doorway with Rukia he was immediately pounced on by Grimmjow.

Rukia squeezed by; the last two Aizen boys weren't quite what she'd expected.

One—the middle son—Grimmjow, had a head full of slicked back teal hair.

TEAL.

Literally.

Even his eyes, which she noticed when he'd finished crushing Toshiro, were teal.

His stature was incredible; he towered over Ulquiorra who was at the stove flipping eggs in a skillet, not that he even greeted her. Rukia went up to him instead and said pleasantly, "good morning, Ulquiorra."

To which he replied, "it's not morning anymore since you overslept."

She still kept the cheery smile on her face; inwardly she muttered, 'bastard,' and made her way to the table where only one person still sat.

The fourth son—the youngest, Ichigo; his hair was a bright pumpkin orange stuck up in spikes, his eyes were a warm golden honey color the likes of which Rukia had never seen before.

And his facial features…

She tried not to stare.

And failed dismally.

"What are you looking at?" Ichigo asked coldly.

It wasn't the abnormal color of his hair or the beautiful ochre of his eyes that had her staring.

No.

It was his uncanny resemblance to her old psychiatrist, Dr. Kaien Shiba.

They must've had all different mothers, Rukia theorized; Uncle Sosuke, she realized that she didn't know much about him.

In fact he wasn't even present at the table.

"Heh. So you've finally noticed, eh, cousin?" Toshiro slid onto the bar stool next to her, carrying a plate of what looked like ham n' eggs-very western.

Rukia batted her lashes, "noticed what?" she asked innocently hoping he'd take the bait.

He did.

"Notice that even though we call ourselves BROTHERS," Toshiro glanced at the others now seated, "we don't look nothing like each other nor do we resemble father in the slightest." Rukia hadn't seen him do it but suddenly the plate of eggs and ham was in front of her; nobody had anything else but a mug of some black liquid that she assumed was coffee beside them. Toshiro took a sip of his and shuddered slightly, "Ulqui, do you always have to make the damn—coffee so bitter?" he shot a frosty glare at Ulquiorra who didn't even flinch.

Seriously.

Did anything ever ruffle his feathers?

Maybe not.

Toshiro shook his head, "anyway. Father—your Uncle traveled the world writing best-selling travel guides before he settled down here, he's a romance novelist by trade," he smirked as said it, "and us boys…well I was the first. Adopted here in Japan from Okinawa after that he traveled on assignment to Germany where he found Ulquiorra and Spain was where Grimmjow is originally from. Now Ichigo was from…um…I think it's Nagano. I'm not sure since it's been so many years. Our middle names," Toshiro suddenly grinned and again Rukia was uncomfortably made aware of his extremely pointy teeth similar to Ulquiorra's.

"Are our former last names. Of course now we carry Aizen as a last name. But mine was Hitsugaya. Grimmjow's was Jeagerjaques, Ulqui's- Schiffer and Ichigo's- Kurosaki," Toshiro said. Rukia was starting to eat the eggs that surprisingly hadn't turned rubbery.

'Toshiro it seemed was by far the nicest out of all of the boys.

Not quite the best good-looking though.

He did have an extremely cute face— Kiyone would've said he was a hottie.

Rukia didn't think so.

Ulquiorra, cold permascowl ass though he was, still was by far the most handsome in her mind.

I wonder if he has a girlfriend…?'

Ichigo scowled when he looked at her as If he could sense her secret thoughts; it seemed he might just have a permafrown to match Ulquiorra's permascowl…maybe they weren't so unrelated as they previously thought.

'Then again,' Rukia was relieved, 'Uncle Gin hadn't made an appearance. That was something to be thankful for in itself.'

A minute later the front door was heard opening and Rukia's relief melted away.

'Why speak of the devil!'

"Hi, kids!" Gin sauntered in casually greeting them.

More than ever the man reminded her of a snake and she his prey.

Damned imagination! She cursed.

Maybe she really should give Dr. Shiba a call.

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To be continued

A/N: a bit slow. But I promise the pace should pick up soon.