Hai, Sensei

Warnings- OOC (Majorly), probably some spoilers, yaoi (first section has mentions of Soken/Urahara, second section has Shunsui/Jyushiro)

Rating- T

Summary- Byakuya Kuchiki always wanted a young child of his own, but when given the chance, he doesn't take the chance. Nine years after the fact, the other captains decide to kidnap the Ishida and deage him to give the 6th division captain the child he wanted.

Disclaimer-...Yeah, I don't think so.

A/N 1- I still don't care that I'm changing some facts.

A/N 1.5- I still haven't fixed the tenth to thirteenth yet, but…I'm trying.

A/N 2- This story has a bit of yaoi thrown in every once in a while in case someone totally missed it. I do try to point it out if there's an actual chunk of it, but a word or phrase or line gets thrown in sometimes and I apologize if that offends anyone.

A/N 2.5- For actual pairings thus far, though not necessarily in this chapter, there has been Ryuken/Isshin, Shunsui/Jyushiro, Urahara/Soken, one sided Byakuya/Kenpachi. As I go, there will be more added…most likely.

A/N 3- Hey, Anna! Thank you so much. You are one amazing reviewer! I thank you sooooo much!

Hitsugaya slowly made his way down the staircase, not quite sure what to think of the empty spot that had been right next to him upon waking. The spot that was supposed to be his newest friend curled in a ball next to him. 'Seriously, does he usually sleep in such a tight ball? It looks uncomfortable to say the least,' he thought, heading down the last stretch of stairs. He took a deep breath as he stepped on the floor awkwardly, completely missing the last step due to his random ranting that had taken place in his mind. He rubbed his head and looked around, making sure no one saw his little mishap as he made his way into the kitchen. He smiled as he saw Noba and Urahara at the counter as he made his way over to the duo that were eating. "Hey," he said, giving a small wave to Noba.

Urahara and Noba looked up to see the child captain, both smiling happily…in the exact same manner… 'Do they know how much that smile looks the exact same on the other?' Hitsugaya thought, half debating whether or not to ask out loud. It looked as if even though they were almost done with their meal, they decided to stick around while he grabbed some of the heavenly smelling food.

Settling next to his friend, Toshiro poured himself some steaming liquid that looked like dark black tea. He went to take a drink.

Urahara smiled as he put a hand over the steaming cup as it almost touched the boy's lips. "That's coffee, not tea. Different flavor, some like it with sugar and/or milk or cream," he explained upon receiving a glare, removing his hand slowly, not bothered by the burning feel the hot steam had imprinted in his hand temporarily. He wiped his hand and rested his chin on his palm, watching the captain.

Hitsugaya looked down at the cup and sniffed it, finding that it did, in fact, have a different smell than the tea he was used to. He took an inquisitive, tentative sip, to see if he liked it…and promptly spit the horrible tasting drink back out into the cup. "How can anyone like that?" He asked, wiping his lips on his sleeve while trying to get the after taste out of his mouth. "Nothing could make that taste any good," he pouted as he crossed his arms, feeling extremely dejected.

Noba smiled softly as he took the cup from the captain and handed him his own tea. He pulled down his mask and sipped the drink slowly, watching the white haired captain do the same to his tea. He almost giggled at how relieved the young captain seemed to be over having a much more comfortably tasting drink in his hand.

Hitsugaya was very thankful for the familiar taste of tea. He took a drink then turned to the hooded man. "Thank you so much," he said enthusiastically, absolutely delighted over the familiar drink. Then he realized something big. "You do know I spit that back into the cup, right?" He asked warily, concerned about his friend being grossed out over unknowingly drinking some of his spit.

Noba shrugged and pulled his mask down to take another drink. "It's coffee, we're friends, I don't see the problem," he said softly, dismissively. He looked down for a moment. "Is it a problem?" He asked, scared that he may have done something taboo and would lose his friend.

Hitsugaya shook his head and bit into some hash browns. "No, not at all," he reassured, shrugging. "These are really good, Urahara-san," he said, almost surprised by how good the food was. Almost.

Urahara smiled and nodded. "Thank you, Hitsugaya-Taichou," he replied, finishing off the last of his meal before standing. "I'll be around. Make sure the others eat something," he said, putting his plate in a sink to be washed later and walked out, intent on heading back to Sado for a few minutes before doing more things. As he headed out, he heard the two talk of random topics. He shook his head, smiling.

The two friends smiled and shrugged, turning back to their plates and talking, not thinking anything about the strange reiatsu that was nearby…

Urahara slipped into his room and saw Sado was sitting up in bed, looking out the window with his note in hand. He smiled and moved to sit next to the other, taking a hand and gently placing it on a dark skinned arm.

Sado smiled as he turned to the blonde, placing a hand over the one on his arm. He gently took the hand in his own and pulled the man close to himself, laying down with the slighter body on top of his. "Hey," he whispered softly, pulling the man tightly against him.

Urahara pulled back, putting a hand on the broad chest below him. "Wait," he said, scared where this was going. He received a confused glance, but the teen didn't move except to loosen his grip. "What are we?" He asked, taking a deep shaky breath.

Sado smiled and slightly tightened his grip once more. "Whatever you want us to be. Be that enemies or friends or whatever else," he mumbled lowly, not wanting to scare the man away. "I'm here to help you, to comfort you. And by doing that, you do the same and more to me. We've lost Uryu. Instead of letting it eat us alive, we're mutually helping the other out," he explained, rubbing a hand along the man's back.

Urahara looked away, whispering, "I love Soken." He didn't feel upset about it, nor did he regret nor want to change the fact; but he also didn't want to lead the teen on, or worse, hurt him.

Sado smiled and pulled the man back down to lay completely on him. "I know. I know you do. That's why we are just friends comforting each other," he said softly, not in the least offended nor hurt by the man's dedication to his dead lover. In fact, he found it endearing and heartwarmingly cute.

Urahara nodded and leaned down against the broad chest, his own tightening painfully as he spread his fingers over the strong muscles. He knew why his chest hurt, why his heart felt like it was tearing apart, but he didn't want to face that little tidbit of shock just yet. He lightly pulled on the teen's Hawaiian shirt, trying to turn them over so Sado wouldn't notice the tears that were quickly welling up in his eyes, the tears that were slowly slipping down his cheeks in tiny little rivulets.

Sado, understanding what the man wanted, flipped them over, trapping the blonde beneath him. He knew the man was crying, and yes, he cared, but he didn't say anything about it. He just held the man until he decided he wanted to speak up, if he would decide to. He felt bad about wanting to know, but at the same time, he knew the man would more than likely understand.

"It's the anniversary," Urahara whispered quietly, not wanting to admit that to even himself, but needing to get it out. Just like the story the day before. He felt the grip that was still wrapped around him pull him up tighter to the teenage body above his own. He took a deep breath and looked at the broad chest in front of his view. "I'm going to go to…there…where…you know. Would you…do you want to come?" He asked, voice barely above a whisper. He wasn't quite sure why he asked, other than he needed someone to go with him.

Sado smiled and pressed a kiss to the man's temple. "I'll go with you," he whispered back, not in the least upset nor annoyed about the invite.

Urahara smiled sadly, clenching a handful of the pink flower printed material that was Sado's shirt. He felt the pain bubble up in the depths of his chest, threatening to overflow and cascade down his cheeks in the form of tears once again.

Sado tightened his grip a bit more, just shy of painful. He hoped that he would be enough to help the blonde get past this new, harsher wave of pain and loneliness.

~^BLEACH^~

Shunsui woke up to a gentle crying noise. He immediately sat up and searched for the source frantically, nearly squishing it. At a small whimper of pain, he panicked and reared back, remembering that a small body had been lying between him and his lover. He looked down to the small child and, sure enough, he was the source of the tiny sobbing noises. He took a deep breath and reached down, picking the child up and holding him up against his bared chest. He made gently shushing noises, trying to calm him down to question him. "Shhh, shhh, it's okay, it's all right. Shhh, shhhh. Tell me what's wrong," he murmured soothingly, rubbing Uryu's tiny back. He winced at how frail the bones felt and how prominent they were, he hated how frail he seemed to be. How Kurotsuchi had managed to not kill him during that one battle was far beyond him and his imagination.

Uryu trembled. He was scared and upset. "Jyu…Jyu…he…he…" he couldn't say anymore, the sobs tearing from him making it too difficult to voice the cause of his tears. He whimpered in pain as he tried to reach the sick man with a single hand.

Shunsui felt tears prickle at his own eyes. "It's all right, he'll be okay. This happens every now and then, he'll pull through," he said gruffly, trying to placate the boy's worry, but his own tears made it an extremely difficult feat. This attack wasn't so bad, especially comparatively, but it still upset him to see his best friend out and in the fourth recuperating from the attack. It touched him that the child, who barely knew Jyushiro, was so upset over his friend being so sick and resting in the healing division.

Uryu trembled as he nuzzled into the man's neck, still so shaken over the state of the captain he had grown close to during those few moments the day before. Granted, it may have seemed childish and not very sound evidence that he felt so close to the man, but he was a child. He didn't need evidence to prove how much he cared. He only had fuzzy memories of anything prior to the group other than Sensei and Byakuya, but that was all other than those he was with the day before.

Shunsui smiled sadly as he laid back down with the child. He gently placed the boy half on his chest and half on the underlying bear. He couldn't help but to let loose a soft chuckle as the boy reached over to place a hand on the sleeping man's heart and curl into him and the bear. He pulled the still softly crying child closer and leaned down just a tad to press a kiss to his blue-black hair…

Sajin was on his way to the fourth division, intent on going to visit the sick thirteenth captain before going to find Uryu. He knew that at least Shunsui would be grateful that he wasn't the only one to visit the sick man just to visit, but he didn't know how Unohana would react to four captain level reiatsus being present. But…he didn't too much care. Upon arriving at the fourth, he felt a reiatsu coming toward him. It was a seated officer, somewhere around seven or eight, possibly even six. He didn't pay much attention to it until he almost ran into the shorter man.

Hanataro, having been ordered by Unohana, was going to intercept the seventh captain. He was shocked by just how tall and broad the wolf was, staring in shock until said captain cleared his throat. "Uh…umm…U-Unoh-hana-T-Taich-ou said t-to t-tell y-you t-to be c-caref-ful if y-you're visit-ting Uk...Uk…" He stuttered in fear before he was cut off.

"Thank you, Hanataro," Unohana politely cut off the stuttering healer. "You may go back to your rounds," she said, before addressing the seventh captain. "Forgive me, he is easily intimidated, but he was the only one I had to send until I finished up stitching Yachiru. She seems to have gotten bitten by a rogue Koi…" she said smiling, leading the seventh captain down some halls. She stopped in the middle of one suddenly, making him do so as well. "Uryu is here," she said, but regretted wording it quite like that as a scared and panicked expression showed on Sajin's face. She held up a hand to stop him from bolting down any corridors. She had stopped for a damned reason after all. "He is not here as a patient. He is visiting Ukitake-Taichou, as is Kyoraku-Taichou. I am always around somewhere, sometimes closer to the room than others. Uryu has no reiatsu. None. At all. You," she poked the other captain in the chest extremely hard to get her point across, "have to be careful not to overwhelm him with reiatsu. And if he starts to have trouble breathing, get away as fast as possible. I'm not saying it will be your fault, as it won't be: there will be many different reiatsus and levels all around. However, it is easier to get one large reiatsu away than many smaller reiatsus. If need be, grab him and go. Though, I doubt Shunsui would let you, even that drunkard has become highly attached to the child. He wouldn't let a healer move the child as it was not needed to check on Ukitake-Taichou." She smiled brightly. "Just to warn you," she finished and shooed him in the direction of the thirteenth captain's room.

Sajin took a deep breath, not knowing if he wanted to risk hurting the child by going near the room or not. 'Unohana seemed really sure I wouldn't hurt him if I was exceptionally careful, though…' he thought to himself, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves. Tentatively making his decision, he walked to the room, knocking on the thick door.

Shunsui smiled as he felt the reiatsu of the seventh captain through the door. "Come in, Komamura, it's unlocked," he said loud enough for the wolf to hear, but not loud enough to stir Uryu; who was quickly starting to fall back asleep…again.

Sajin opened the door and stepped in, somewhat surprised to see Uryu half sprawled over the eighth captain's chest. He moved to sit next to the laying man, tightly keeping his reiatsu close around him. "How is he?" He asked quietly, nodding his head towards the pale captain while his eyes never left the child clutching onto both men and the bear.

Shunsui smiled and shifted, slipping an arm under Uryu. "Better, comparatively. We got here in short enough time that Unohana was able to keep it contained for the most part," he answered quickly, picking the boy up carefully. He sat up slowly before settling Uryu down in the wolf's lap. He raised his eyebrows at the random blue stitching coating his haori, but didn't say anything.

Sajin was pleasantly surprised when the child was placed in his lap. He smiled in his wolfish way and pulled the boy close, delighted as he felt Uryu try to snuggle into his fur. He chuckled and lifted the boy up to his neck, allowing the boy to fully bury himself into his neck fur.

Shunsui chuckled as he watched the boy, finding the action endearing. "Byakuya's doing drills with his division, Uryu wanted to stay with Jyushiro. He's worried, you know," he said softly, wanting to keep any chance of awkward silence as far as possible.

Sajin's smile broadened as he nodded. "I figured, he talked a lot about Ukitake last night when he was patching me up," he said, indicating his haori.

Shunsui then noticed the dark blue lines all over the other's haori weren't random at all, but rather was, as the man said, a patch up job. "What happened to you?" He asked, surprised that something that looked like it went through both Byakuya's Shikai and Bankai was able to be fixed. At all.

Sajin chuckled softly. "A little reiatsu battle, nothing overly big," he said, shrugging nonchalantly. He pressed a finger to the boy's lower lip softly, letting him take it into his mouth.

Shunsui laughed amusedly before turning serious. "Would you be able to take him for a while? I want to talk to Jyushiro about…stuff and I'd rather not confuse…or scar…the kid…" he trailed off, hoping he wouldn't have to go into more details than that.

Sajin nodded, understanding instantly. "Okay. If his third seats show up, as you know they will, send them on over too. I'll try to intercept them if I pass them, but I can't say for sure I will considering," he said, standing as he kept the boy securely to his neck.

Shunsui smiled and nodded. "All right, I will do that. Thank you," he said, laying back down by his lover. He received a smile as the man took the boy out, leaving him alone with his sleeping best friend. He looked down at his lover's peaceful visage and sighed. "Do you know why I wear pink, Love?" He asked softly, trailing a hand through the white locks of hair. He was met with the expected silence. "Do you remember the first attack you had in front of me? Pink reminds me of how we got so close after that time. I'm sure you remember, but…" he trailed off and started into the story…

It was a normal day at the academy, students attended class, teachers taught. It was slightly hotter than normal, but very, very dry. Most kids wouldn't notice it, hell, I didn't even notice it. You and I, we were heading to Yamamoto's class to play with swords…err…I mean train with swords. Anyway, we were 'listening' to Yamamoto go on and on about something or another, I wasn't paying attention, you were.

Yamamoto had us pair up to spar, I grabbed you instantly, not wanting to be paired up with some random chick who would flirt to get their way or some over confident guy who thought he could beat me. As if. You were the only one who could battle me fairly and give me a run for my money.

Anyway…this is going to be a long story, ne? Anyway…oh, wait, I said that already. So, we all took our stances, those silly wooden swords up, Yamamoto gave us a go. We started to lightly spar, following Yamamoto's orders of when to parry and thrust and all that. Then, as spars came to an end, the hit paired up and the hitters paired up again, effectively creating a list of top rank to bottom rank. Of course, that was all under us. We were at the top, we never finished our spars: Yamamoto brought them to an end. This time, the fight was different.

Your hits were weaker, reflexes slower. I swung, you barely blocked it. Then, a cough.

Shunsui paused in his story, giving a weak and humorless laugh, caressing the hand in his own. He took a small, shaky breath, letting it out as a slow sob, pain trickling through his chest at the memory. Still, he continued on with his tale.

It was a simple cough, but yet, it was the end of my world. Your short black hair swung down in front of your face just enough to cover your expression as another cough forced its way out. This one sounded wet. The next even wetter. The next, showering blood onto the floor. I was shocked, looking at those few drops of bright red. Yamamoto shouted something, but I wasn't paying attention as you dropped to your knees. I ran to you, picking you up, saying over and over how I was there, that I was there for you. That it'd all be okay.

Shunsui paused to take a deep breath, tears trickling down his cheeks. He wiped them away with a corner of his pink kimono, chuckling softly at his own childhood naivety.

I pulled you to my chest, your blood staining my white uniform. I didn't care, I was only concerned about you. Yamamoto grabbed my shoulder in a bruising grip, pulling me up. I kept a firm grip on you, holding you like a pretty little bride. Well, a bloody pretty little bride. He led me to the nurse's office, more of your precious blood staining my uniform.

Once to the nurse's station, a nurse had me place your trembling form on the bed. You grabbed my sleeve as the nurse tried to get me to leave.

Shusui shook his head sadly. He took a deep breath and looked up. "Between those damned coughs, you gasped out, "Don't go. Please." I couldn't say no," he said, squeezing the hand in his own.

The nurse glared at you. If looks could kill, she would have incinerated you for sure. "Don't talk, just breathe," she had ordered. You glared right back at her just as fiercely before another cough ripped through your body. It took you down. You couldn't breathe. You collapsed, still holding my hand. It took forever for them to get those tubes hooked up to you. I was pushed out of the room, told to change then come back. I was handed one of their uniforms.

I was worried. I stood there for a long time, unable to move as cough after cough sounded out the door. It hurt. I felt my chest tighten with each one that came from your chest and…I couldn't breathe. I couldn't even think. Then, in the smallest, weakest, softest voice I had ever heard, you gasped out my name between two horrible, painful sounding coughs.

I raced to the bathroom and changed as quickly as I could, wiping the blood off of my burning skin with my already stained uniform. I tried to rinse out some of the blood using water, but it just turned most of the white material pink. I wasn't complaining, though. It was pretty and reminded me of you. In fact, it was the missing piece to you that I had often wondered about. It is why my kimono is pink. Why I wear the kimono at all.

Shunsui paused again, wiping away more tears. "I had known I didn't know something big about you and that was it. I saved that uniform. Still have it in the closet, even," he whispered shakily, as if he could protect his lover from looking for it if he admitted that quietly. "I went back and stayed by you. When you finally woke up, your hair had changed colour, had turned white," he whispered, threading his fingers through the long locks. "You were so very angry at yourself for staining my uniform. Not that it happened during class. Not that I learned the one secret you didn't want me to know. Not that you stained your uniform. It was that you stained my uniform. It made me happy, made me laugh, made you glower at me for a long time. But still, I kept the uniform," he finished shrugging. He stood up and grabbed a small towel and a bowl of cool water.

Shunsui winced as the moment he got back and sat next to the man, Jyushiro started to shiver and sweat, his face becoming hot and flushed a deep red. "Luckily, we've done this so much, I know this process only too well," he half joked, but he didn't mean it to be a humorous one. And, true to that, not a single soul would ever dare to laugh at that. He sighed softly. "The way Uryu was curled under your arm was much like you were me every night after that day we were both in our dorm. You would curl up and we would sleep like that. I realized that you had many small attacks throughout a single week that you would hide from me. It made me angry that you hadn't gone to me for help, but the self-loathing look you always had during and after the attack made me understand. It was then that I realized I love you," he whispered, leaning down to press his lips to the hot forehead before dipping the cloth in the water and wringing it out, placing it on the red skin.

~^BLEACH^~

Ulquiorra had a theory. 'Grimmjow's head should be exploding from that thought alone,' he dryly thought, knowing the sexta though he was incapable of any thought that was not Lord Aizen-Sama's. His theory was that this Sensei person to the child would be one of the easiest ways to manipulate the child. He looked at the gadget that was in his hand; it was one of Szayel's wonderful little inventions. Well, the pink haired scientist said that he hadn't invented it per se, just perfected it. Whatever that meant. It looked like what the human's called a cell phone. "Maybe that was what he had 'perfected'," He said aloud, pressing the eight button then the green upside down c? He'd ask the eighth on that later.

Szayel was torturing…err…experimenting on a lower arrancar when a call button showed up on his large computer screen. Sighing irritably, thinking it was Lilynette asking where Stark, who was under his experiment table sleeping, was. He hit the answer button without looking. "He's not here, go away," he snapped furiously. He was all for letting the primero espada sleep wherever the hell he wanted…in exchange for his silence, of course, but that was a different matter.

Ulquiorra blinked slowly, emotionlessly. "You are on the phone, no?" He said in a very blank tone.

Szayel immediately jolted up, cutting his hand open. "Damn! Ulquiorra, I didn't expect you. What do you need?" He asked, rummaging around for a bandage.

Ulquiorra blinked again. "The Quincy child knows someone by Sensei. Who is this person?" He asked in a very void tone, making the scientist shiver.

Szayel went to his file cabinet and pulled out a file. "Sensei to Little Uryu is his grandfather, Soken. He's dead, by the way, some hollows killed him," he informed, carrying the file to the table and checking off some boxes on how the experiment reacted.

Ulquiorra was slightly upset, but he didn't let his expression nor tone indicate as such. "This is not useful information. Tell me more," he said, ignoring a passing shinigami reiatsu.

Szayel sighed, of course it wasn't enough. "I could give you the location of his death, his birth, his place of residence, and where his son lives, any of that useful?" He asked, slightly irritated about talking of dead people when he had a live one to work on.

Ulquiorra thought for a moment before answering. "I don't know. Tell me anyway," he said, making the scientist cringe from the utter lack of emotion.

Szayel sighed, doing so before hanging up and returning to torturing…experimenting on the arrancar, kicking Stark's leg out of his way.

Ulquiorra sighed as he made his way to a nearby park. The octava had said that the old Quincy had died there nine years prior. It was a hopeful chance he'd find something useful, he knew, but he needed more information about the child for anything to make any sense to him. He didn't know why he felt the need to know, other than the fact that the child had made him smile…which was rare and he didn't plan on telling anyone, even Aizen, anytime in the future: near or distant. With that, he arrived at the place and looked around, trying to find any indication of the long passed fight.

Sado was gently holding Urahara's hand as they walked down the path, following the man's lead. They walked in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. He stopped suddenly, causing the blonde to jerk to a stop in front of him.

Urahara looked back at the teen, surprised that they had stopped. He saw an unidentifiable expression on Sado's face, making him nervous. He swallowed and took a shallow breath. "What's wrong?" He asked quietly, scared that the darker one had changed his mind. He watched as a finger pointed and turned, looking in the same direction. He froze.

Ulquiorra looked up to see a dark skinned human and a green clad shinigami. He stood up slowly.