DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE BERRY'S SWEET ETERNAL UKE ASS!
A/N Who's ready for Nnoitra-sama? If you're not well...you're reading the wrong story.
Warnings: AU, OOC, AiIchi, GrimmIchi, KenIchi, NnoiIchi, OthersIchi, Other pairings, Spelling, Grammar, Punctuation, slightly unstable minds, bits of violence (more like rough love really-er yeah) language, humor, mpreg, cross-dressing, switching views, the occasional rabid fangirl, stalkers, plotting (or something close to it) pleasant and unpleasant things (and or people) etc, etc, etc…
DEDICATED: BonneNuit for always being one step ahead of the rest!
SHADES OF ORANGE
PART 10
NEW FACE
(Nel)
Nel wasn't proud of herself. What she was about to do or rather what she was about to ask her nii-san to do for her.
She hoped that things would work out for the best.
Hali said it would and Hali was usually right about things like this. Still-even knowing this didn't make Nel feel any better.
()()()
A knock on the window made Nel jump.
Dressed like a character from one of those foreign films about the mobsters or was it detectives from the 50's or was it the 20's? Whichever, was her half brother, Nnoitra Jiruga.
The dark silky fine texture of his hair had always made her jealous, even more so now since he had grown it out. Eyes like tiny black coals, one now covered up by a patch, the silver lining was a fine compliment to the rings adorning his tongue, index, middle and fourth fingers. High white collared shirt, black suspenders and black slacks, a striped jacket hanging over his left shoulder.
"Move your fatass and open the door Neliel!"
He was in a pissy mood. It was not Nel's fault. She tried to tell him that he should catch the 9 am flight but he had been stubborn (as always) and insisted upon the 6 am one.
Of course she was running 30 minutes late but it really wasn't her fault.
Nel quickly unlocked the door and the slid into the passenger side.
While she waited for Nnoitra to get settled in, Nel recounted the Nnoitra of the past.
At one time her half brother had been well not sweet exactly but helpful, patient and kind.
Back at the factory he had often helped Nel out when she was going through a particularly difficult time.
The factory—ah it really hadn't been a factory at all—it had been an underground circus ring, freak show really made up of neglected orphans and runaways and ruled by a rogue group of yakuza members.
"Stop spacing out and tell me where to go Neliel."
Nel bit her bottom lip
"I was hoping we could get some breakfast first."
()()()
Nnoitra
Okay so a small part of him did wish to return home after all this time of being away.
But truthfully he'd never really gone that far…just a little ways out towards the forest.
If his father or his siblings or anyone really looked for him they would have eventually run into him at some point.
But none of them had. Because no one had cared.
Which was just fine with Nnoitra Jiruga.
He didn't give a damn about this so called 'family' anyway.
He noted that Neliel had grown at least 2 more inches since he last saw her. And her hair was still as wild and untamed as ever.
()()()
(Kenpachi)
3 times.
3 times in life when a father must let his little girl go.
The first is when she comes home one sunny afternoon and announces that the cute boy in Class B asked her to the prom.
The second is when she packs her clothes, trinkets and books into several suitcases and sets off for college.
The third is when she announces that she's engaged to that cute boy from Class B who is no longer a cute boy but a man who plans to make a real woman out of her.
Zaraki Kenpachi is a reasonable, laid back man and he would never deprive his daughter of her happiness but agreeing to let some chin fuzz, sticky fingered punk with two left feet marry his baby girl?
What the hell kind of father would agree to that?
The girl is crying and cursing his name on the other end.
It pains him to hear the sound of her sniffling into the phone but he will not change his mind.
Not until the punk proves himself worthy of his daughter's hand.
"Bring him down for the holidays, then I can decided whether or not he can live to see another day."
The tone of her voice changes. Once again his little pixie child, Yachiru, his one and only daughter, is screaming with joy.
He puts her on the loud speaker.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I love you Papa Ken-chan!"
Yachiru is the only one who can bastardize his name like that-not even his ex wife was allowed to call him anything else outside of Kenpachi.
Speaking of his ex wife, she was planning to stop by soon, her Fruit Loop model boyfriend right behind her.
Kenpachi figures he should probably straighten up the place but—
"Ah screw it, I'm not looking to impress anyone except—
The phone rings.
"Ichigo?"
The younger male sounds as though he has either just woken up from a nap or is about to fall asleep.
And once again Kenpachi finds himself falling into day-dream mode.
He imagines what Ichigo must look like at that moment. Heavy lidded eyes struggling to stay open. The slight rasp in his voice turning softer as he fights back a yawn. The way one foot is curled while the other hangs off the bed.
He should make a trip down to the youths dorm rooms before the week is up. Might find something fun to play with-college students-as he dimly recalls-have all sorts of toys.
Perhaps if there is a sorority near by he could persuade Ichigo to put on one of the-
"Kenpachi you're not listening to me!"
It takes him a few minutes before he realizes that Ichigo is irritated with him. The youth feels ignored.
"I hear you Ichigo and I can't wait."
No he did not hear everything that Ichigo was talking about but Kenpachi has always been rather lucky when it comes to-
"I'll see you then."
Ichigo plans to return the favor.
Cook him dinner.
Kenpachi has much to look forward to.
()()()()()()
(Starrk)
"Go ahead and pop the trunk. I got something in there for you."
Starrk has a difficult time trying to mask the amusement in his voice. Even more so when his blue haired companion eyes him strangely.
"What the hell do you mean you got something for me? What could I possibly—
"Just pop the trunk, its nothing bad."
"Fine."
Starrk fooled around with the radio station while Grimmjow searched inside the trunk.
After a moment…
"A happy hollows plushie?"
"A Ginger Go-Go deluxe edition leopard plushie but let's call her Ichigo."
"You know what Coyote, that's not a bad idea."
"Well since you couldn't get the real one to come I figured—
"Hey! Kurosaki never said he wouldn't go camping with me, he simply said he couldn't come along this time."
"I noticed that pretty shiner around your left eye. Berry get a little violent with you did he?"
()()()
(Ichigo)
/King talk to me, what's on ya mind?/
For once Ichigo's mind was well not clear exactly but more at ease.
When he had returned to his dorms yesterday afternoon Ichigo had not realized just how tiered he had been until his face hit the pillow.
But now he was fully refreshed and rejuvenated. And looking forward to meeting up with Kenpachi soon.
/Grimm and Aizen-sama out of the equation then?/
/Well not exactly but look I'd rather not think about those two right now./
()()()()()()
His mother was on the phone. She and his father were going out of town. Needed someone to take care of things in their absence.
Naturally Ichigo wouldn't say no.
"Sure I'll watch the house while you're gone."
"No. No problem at all."
"I'm on my way now."
"Yeah you too."
"Bye."
Ichigo laced up his shoes, grabbed his gym bag and left the health club.
On the way out he ran into…
"Nel?"
Dressed in yellow track pants and a white tank top, a rainbow striped sweatband around her right wrist.
"Itsuygo!" The sea green haired woman hugged him tightly.
"It's uh good to see you, Nel."
She squeezed him tighter "Nels sorry Itsuygo, Nel never meant to be bad."
Ichigo had no idea what the young woman was talking about.
What did she mean by 'never meant to be bad?'
He shrugged and gave her a small friendly pat on the back.
"No need to apologize Nel, harmless pranks are just that, harmless."
"No. Nels bad. Nels bad. Run Itsuygo, run away from Nels and—
"Neliel remove yourself from Kurosaki at once."
()()()()()()()
"Karin and Yuzu have already gone off on their class skiing trip but they left you a note on your dresser in your old bedroom."
"Oh they didn't have to go through all of that. We're going to see each other on Christmas."
"Yes but you know how your sisters are," Masaki grabbed her cherry red suitcase and set off down the stairs, Ichigo just a few feet behind her.
Once she reached the bottom, she turned to him.
"I really do wish you'd come with us."
"Nah, I'd just get in the way and besides you need a little time yourselves."
"I have plenty of time to myself, even when the girls are home, they keep to themselves, half the time I feel like I'm living in a house with spirits."
His mother sounded sad and lonely. Just what the hell had that idiot goat face been up to lately? What the hell was so damn important that he couldn't even take some time out of his day and spend it with his wife?
Ichigo grit his teeth "Why is that bastard ignoring you?"
"Ichigo, please don't talk about your father that way."
"Sorry but how can he be just so self absorbed?"
"Hey, hey what's all this about me being self absorbed?"
Ichigo turned to find his father decked out in a dorky fisherman's hat, lime green sunglasses, a purple and red animal print shirt, frayed khaki pants and yellow sandals.
The man could rival Renji with his hideous wardrobe.
"Come here and give daddy a good bye h—
The sound of his fist meeting the man's face with a loud crack was truly satisfying.
He ignored the over dramatic groaning from his old man and focused his attention on his mother.
"Promise me you'll enjoy yourself?"
Masaki sighed, set down her suitcase and hugged him tightly. "Only if you promise me that you'll find who or what brings you the most happiness."
Ichigo planned to spend the week basically doing nothing. Watch a little TV, maybe do a bit of cleaning, go down to the market and do some shopping.
"Maybe I'll invite Renji and Rukia over and we can watch a movie or something."
()()()()
(Inoue)
She was beginning to grow tiered of lying to her friends, especially Kuchiki-san.
She could not believe she had blown off Kuchiki-san for a day of shopping in favor of meeting up with Gin-san and Tousen-san.
Christmas is not far off now and time was running out.
"You seem ta be troubled Orihime-chan? Want to tell dear Gin-oji all about it?"
"It's just are we really doing the right thing? I mean Kurosaki-kun is-
"We met Ichi-chan at breakfast the other day right Tousen-san?"
"Yes we did and although Ichigo didn't appear to be all too thrilled to be sitting down with us at first, towards the end of meal he seemed to be in a much better mood."
Inoue was glad to hear this. Really she was but-
"Kurosaki-kun will never forgive me when he finds out what I've done."
Gin snickered "What you've done? Oh dear sweet Hime-chan you haven't done anything remember?"-
"Do not worry Inoue Orihime. It will all work out in the end."
"Exactly. Trust us Ichi-chan and Aizen-sama will thank us when all is revealed."
()()()()
(Starrk)
He hated the sight of seeing his long time companion looking completely and utterly miserable.
Looking so defeated.
They had been up in the mountains for at least 48 hours, maybe slightly under by now and Grimmjow had hardly said a word after he accepted the leopard plushie.
Hell the guy didn't even bat an eye when Starrk waved a perfectly good piece of catfish in front of his face.
Which was saying a lot because the blue haired male loved fish.
Normally Starrk didn't mind the quiet, only the sounds of nature reaching his ears, serenading him to sleep but he could hardly sleep when Grimmjow was so damn miserable.
Starrk was a smart guy even if he did sleep the majority of the day away. He was up and about when it mattered. And right now it mattered.
He walked around the little campfire and then sat down beside Grimmjow.
"Stop moping."
"I'm not moping."
"You can't really blame the berry, he's young."
"Not that young. You are the oldest one in our group and even you only got 3 years on Kurosaki."
"3 and a half."
"Whatever. All I'm saying is this: It's bullshit! All of it it-Kurosaki is supposed to be—
"IF you say that the berry is supposed to be yours I'll throw you off this mountain."
He really didn't like it when all of his companions talked about Kurosaki Ichigo as though he was some sort of mouse or play thing.
It irked him.
"Spare me the lectures Starrk, I don't care to hear it."
"No lectures. I'm just telling you to stop moping. If the berry wants you then he will come to you. And if he doesn't, then he doesn't. He can't help who he's attracted to anymore than any one of us can
help the attraction we feel towards him."
"Really? Then why haven't you chased him in awhile?"
"Hm about that well on the morning that Lili and I snuck into the hospital…
()()()()()
(Grimmjow)
"An older man huh? Not some domestic cupcake I hope."
Starrk snorted, "Nothing cupcake-ish about this one but I'm confident I can wrestle him on top the kitchen counter all in good time."
"I think you mean the examining table don't you?"
"No. You now how I can't stand the smell of all that antiseptic."
"Oh but think of the perks, plenty of instruments to play with."
"The good doctor doesn't care much for games."
"Heh, got a bit of a hard ass on your hands do ya?"
Grimmjow never got enough of hearing about Starrk latest conquests. His gray-eyed companion was the kind of guy who could capture just about anyone he desired if he chose to do so. And unlike Grimmjow himself, Starrk had never wasted time and energy on the fairer sex.
All beef nothing more, nothing less.
Grimmjow admired this trait in his goateed companion but he'd never voice it out loud.
"So how far did you get?"
"Not very far at all but then again you have to keep in mind that the good doctor has a reputation to uphold."
Grimmjow played with the tail on the leopard plushie. "So you gonna visit home for the holidays?"
"I've given it some thought. And you?"
"You bet your ass I'll be there. I'm not letting dear old "daddy" have what's been mine all along."
"You're going to challenge him?"
"Damn straight."
"And you think you'll win."
"I don't care about wining. Kurosaki is MINE."
"And in turn you will be his."
Grimmjow blinked. Did he just hear Starrk correctly?
Well good. It was nice to have another person in his corner.
"It won't be easy."
"Easy is boring."
()()()()()()()
DAYBREAK or something early…
(Ichigo)
It wasn't that big of a deal. Ichigo was simply returning the gesture. It didn't mean anything. It wasn't like he planned to dress up or put flowers and candles and other uber girly crap on the table. It was simple dinner with Kenpachi. Nothing more nothing less.
Okay so maybe it was a little bit more than dinner but still he wasn't going to do much besides fool around a bit, strip down, give Kenpachi a preview of what he might eventually win.
'Wait a minute did I really just think of myself as a prize to be won?'
/Ya are a prize, King./
/Shirosaki shut up and don't ruin this for me./
/Did I ruin the afternoon ya spent with Aizen?/
/Any wayLet's see now what to cook?
/Keep it simple. Pachi'd rather eat ya anyway./
/I'm serious. I'm not a complete moron in the culinary arts but I don't have twice the skills that mother and Yuzu have/
/Ah but ya have the skills that matter/
/Enough! Look I just well I want to do something nice. Kenpachi force-fed me that delicious breakfast and I want—
/Just give him ya fine little berry ass/
()()()()()()
The supermarket wasn't too badly crowded which was nice. Ichigo couldn't stand to be in a crowded area for too long, it made him uneasy.
While it had been Ichigo's original plan to just shop for dinner and dessert, the longer he shopped the more he reasoned that he should stock up on groceries for the rest of the week.
Ichigo selected two melons, testing the weight and firmness of each one before placing them into the bag.
He heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind him and then a set of hands covered his eyes.
"Guess who?"
()()()()()()
(Halibel)
This was for Kurosaki's own good. So long Halibel continues to tell herself this, everything would be fine.
Halibel knew that attacking Kurosaki's mystery friend/lover/whatever was entirely out of the question. Not to mention foolish.
She could not just go an attack someone out of the blue nor could she defend herself should the guy decide to retaliate.
Halibel was not a violent person. It was not in her nature to fight.
They would leave the lover alone and just target Kurosaki himself.
She knew that choosing Nnoitra to do the attack probably wasn't the wisest of choices she had ever made but on the other hand it was all too perfect because Kurosaki had never met Nnoitra therefore there was no way the orange haired youth could tie Nnoitra in with Halibel and the rest of her "siblings"
Whether Kurosaki chose "father" or Grimmjow, Halibel truthfully didn't care-she simply wished to complete the family circle.
"Remember don't hurt him too much, just—
"Shut up Halibel! I know what to do. Neliel has already stressed how oh so special this carrot top is." A nasty smirk "I promise I'll be gentle, now if you could kindly get your foul breath out of my face, I'd appreciate it."
She should just choke the asshole. Halibel knew that she should but she did not wish to cause a scene.
She just had to trust that Nnoitra would not lose control.
()()()()()()()
(Ichigo)
"So what are you doing here?"
"Nels shopping."
Well of course Nel was shopping but why here? There were other supermarkets closer to the college.
"How bouts you Itsuygo? Nel wents to your dorms but you wasn't there."
"My family is out of town so I'm watching the house."
Why was he telling her this?
Now she'd just find another way to stalk him. Worse yet she'd tell her gang and before Ichigo knew it, his so called vacation away from everyone and everything would end.
He didn't want to be rude but he just wanted some space.
Even though he was spending a good chunk of the evening with Kenpachi, Ichigo wanted the rest of the night to himself.
Just relax and think about nothing.
Nel's shopping cart was overflowing with items. What the hell did she need so much damn junk food for?
()()()()()
Nnoitra)
Neliel was taking a long time. A lot longer then she said she'd take. It was pissing him off.
Nnoitra had better things to do besides scaring off some weak little carrot top.
Just what was so great about this 'Kurosaki Ichigo' anyway?
Based on the photo, there was nothing particularly outstanding or eye catching about him—except for the bright orange hair which was probably bleached.
The whole thing was fucking stupid. He came home to stir up a little trouble, bang a few tramps and call it a happy new year.
He should just drive off now. Let the stupid bitch find her own way home.
Halibel had run across the street to empty her bladder.
Not like Nnoitra gave two fucks about her either.
He should run her ass over.
Nnoitra took another glance at the picture.
He could probably crush the carrot top with one hand.
(()()()()()()()
(Grimmjow)
"Can't this car go any damn faster?" No matter how hard he pressed on the gas pedal, it didn't seem to make much of a difference.
"You're already going 20 miles over the speed limit Grimmjow, slow down before you kill us."
"I'm not gonna slow down. We have to-no I have to make sure that fucking 'I wanna star in a dentures commercial' one eyed freak doesn't get to—
"You know its mostly for show don't you? Nnoitra isn't as heartless as you thin—
"Just shut up! I'm trying to think here. Now let's see a short cut—
"Well you could always take the highway?"
"Fuck the highway! It's too noisy! I'm just gonna run all the red lights."
"That's not a short cut you idiot. That will just w—
"Who cares? Any way make yourself useful and hand me my phone would ya?"
()()()()()()()()
(Nel)
"Nels parked rights outside Itsuygo."
"I'll steer the cart, you just lead the way."
Nel had half a mind to just grab Ichi's hand and run. She didn't want to go through with the plan.
So caught up in her conflicting inner guilt was she that she failed to realize that the footsteps behind her had stopped abruptly.
And when she turned, Ichi was gone, a few apples had fallen out of the cart.
()()()()()
(Ichigo)
It wasn't the first time his head connected with a brick wall, it happened quite a few times back when he was in grade school.
Still—it didn't mean it hurt any less-actually it hurt like hell.
Ichigo could feel the blood slowly running down his forehead.
()()()()()
(Nnoitra)
Wouldn't be the first time that Nnoitra had come across someone who looked better in person than they did in pictures.
He originally planned to just make the brat nice and bloody but now?
Now he wished to play.
Make this carrot top his new pet.
Spill a little blood, smack the youth around a bit and then finish it off by spilling his seed inside and all over that lithe toned body.
It was a fun thought-he'd probably only get so far before Halibel or Neliel intervened—
()()()()()()
(Ichigo)
His attacker spun him around and breathed hotly in his face.
As was his habit, Ichigo took in the guys' appearance.
Long, jet-black hair framed a pale shaped oval face. One eye covered with a patch, the other reminding Ichigo of a particularly vicious vulture. Mouth twisted into a wide and nasty grin. Long and lanky in all but the chest which was wide and muscular. Further pronounced by the high collared black turtle neck. Towering over him, making Ichigo feel even more uneasy.
One hand pinned him to the wall. He struggled pathetically.
Another hand smeared the blood on his forehead
It was almost as though the stranger considered himself to be an artist and Ichigo his canvas.
A long bright red tattooed and pierced tongue lapped at the blood on his face.
It stung and Ichigo snarled and hissed.
The dark haired stranger apparently found his reaction to be quite amusing if snicker was anything to go by.
Ichigo cursed inwardly and outwardly as the pressure on his right shoulder increased. He could not move at all.
'How the hell can one guy possess so much strength with one arm alone?'
The other arm left his forehead in favor of raising his shirt, exposing the upper half of his body to the cool winter air.
Well at least it was a fairly warm day in December.
/Only ya would find somethin' positive in this scenario, King/
/Shut up Shirosaki!/
His face was smacked to the side, leaving yet another bloody gash, this time on the side of his head.
Ichigo's vision swam before him.
"Fucking asshole! Get the fuck off of me! I swear the minute I—
For the briefest of moments it seemed the stranger was considering his threat-and in that brief moment his shoulder was released.
Now was his one and only chance.
Ichigo didn't fight dirty but the guy had left him no other choice.
He clawed at the strangers face, leaving a pretty large scratch right underneath the man's good eye.
He received another smack and once more found himself pressed into the wall.
It was like a bad nightmare.
/More like a dirty BL night drama, hope ya practiced ya lines, King./
/Shut the fuck up Shirosaki!/
Lightning fast, a flash of silver caught Ichigo's eye.
Shit!
The guy had a switchblade.
()()()()()()()
(Nnoitra)
Nnoitra wiped the small trickle of blood away from under his eye and grinned "Bad choice, pet."
()(()()()()()()
(Ichigo)
The son of a bitch was going to cut him-possibly kill—
/Stop acting like a fuckin' damsel and fight King!/
/Easier said then done. I'm trying./
/Yeah well ya ain't tryin' hard enough./
()()()()()()()
(Nnoitra)
"Not too bright are ya pet?" Nnoitra sneered, "I'm not going to cut your pretty little ass up. I'm just going to do this—
(()()()()()()()
(Ichigo)
What did everyone have against his clothes? At this rate he'd have none left.
/Maybe I should just go naked like Halibel from now on/
/Some how I don't think that'd help ya situation King./
/I know damn it!/
"You know pet I'm a bit disappointed. I was positive that I could make you cry a little."
/Ya should cry King/
Cry? For help? If he did that—well Ichigo might as well piss whatever masculine pride he had left out the window.
/So what are ya gonna-/
()()()()()()()
(Nnoitra)
"Let me tell you something pet," Nnoitra grabbed the bright orange hair "Yer little naïve act won't work on me because you see I've dealt with your type before."
The confused look the brat gave him just then only made Nnoitra want to torment him further.
He raked his blunt fingernails over that lithe and toned body, drawing a little blood.
"Ya look a tad bit confused, let me spell it out for you then, seeing as we're here together and all."
His licked the tiny scratches with his tongue.
"I've heard all about ya Ichi, you're a regular celebrity aren't ya? Offerin' your services to any pathetic bastard who'd glance your direction."
Using the blade once more, Nnoitra sliced at the nylon fabric of the boy's track pants, considered doing the same to the white briefs-
'Ha! white=virgin, better than I coulda imagined.'
But decided against it, he'd let the youth hold onto a little bit of pride.
He reached for his belt and unzipped his pants.
()()()()()()
(Ichigo)
Ichigo was forcefully pushed on to his knees.
He winced at the sound of a zipper being pulled down.
And bit back a cry when his assaulter grabbed his hair once more.
"Here's the deal Ichi-pet, I'm gonna fuck ya mouth and you're gonna kneel just like that and take it like the bottom bitch you are!"
Ichigo knew the definition for cock and that was NO COCK. It was a thick and long monstrosity. Hell it probably had a life of its own.
Long fingers pried his mouth open…
()()()()()()
(Nnoitra)
It didn't take much.
He simply shoved himself inside, fucked the pretty mouth raw just as he had promised and then he pulled out and released all over that boyish face and body.
It was quite possibly the strongest and quickest orgasm he had ever experienced.
And that was saying something because Nnoitra was no stranger to sex.
()()()()()()
(Ichigo)
The eyes. Why the fucking eyes?
Shit stung like hell!
/I will find out who this guy is and I will murder him!/
/Can I come long for the ride King?/
/Fuck you Shirosaki! You could've jumped out and—
/Hey look at the Brightside/
/What Brightside?/
/Least he left ya briefs on/
"Itsuygo? Itsuygo where are you?"
Nel. Shit. Well this would be horribly embarrassing.
"Where do ya think you're goin pet?"
"Itsuygo?"
()()()()()()()
(Nnoitra)
The stupid bitch!
He was going to wring her neck.
()()()()()()
(Ichigo)
"Itsuygo?"
"Get the fuck out of here Neliel."
Ichigo blinked as he tried to pull his ripped pants up.
The guy had just called Nel, Neliel, he'd only ever heard her gang call her that.
What the fuck was going on?
"No. You've gone too far—
"Shut up you stupid whore!"
"No yous promised you wouldn'ts hurts Ichi and you did."
"I'll break your damn neck if you don't leave."
"Nels not leaving until-
"Nel, Nnoitra Stop!"
Halibel?
What the fuck was she doing here?
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(Halibel)
Halibel was beyond angry-she was absolutely furious-she couldn't even bare to look at Kurosaki right now.
She shrugged off her long tweed jacket it and thrust it in his direction.
"Put that on."
Without waiting for his reply, she turned to Nel and grabbed the younger woman by the arm "Get in the back seat. Don't say a word."
Then she turned to Nnoitra.
"Carry Kurosaki."
"Don't order me around Hali!"
Nnoitra's threatening tone did not faze her.
"Do it. Now!"
(Nnoitra)
He wouldn't admit it to anyone but himself but he was more than happy to carry the orange haired brat to the car.
()()()
(Halibel)
Why her?
Why did she have to have such complete idiots for companions?
()()()
While Nnoitra took his marry fucking time carrying Kurosaki back to the car Neliel's cries reached Halibel's ears once more.
Christ! Couldn't she get five minutes of peace just once?
'Just a little longer Hali-chan, a little longer and you will have your reward—right focus! Must focus—what the hell—that little—'
"Neliel, get back here!"
Peachy. Fucking peachy.
Now she had to chase after the younger woman.
And risk leaving Kurosaki with Nnoitra once more.
Halibel shook her head. It was stupid to get so worked up.
'Kurosaki can handle himself. It should only take 5 minutes tops to drag Neliel's over dramatic ass back here.'
()()()()
(Nnoitra)
Simply because he could, Nnoitra climbed in the back seat after he set the carrot top down on the other side.
Right when he was about to kick back and listen to track number 5 on his I-pod something happened…
()()()
He wasn't a fucking pillow! He wasn't a fucking resting post for the pretty little carrot punk to sleep on.
Why was Ichi (yes he supposed he should address the youth by his name at least) curling up beside him?
After what happened the youth should want to be distancing himself from Nnoitra as much as possible shouldn't he?
Absentmindedly long bony fingers started petting the fine orange strands of hair.
A single beady black eye roamed the boys' face.
Nnoitra scowled. It wasn't enough!
He ripped away his fancy patch and now he could fully appreciate Ichi's alien like beauty with both his good eye and his scarred eye.
The bloody gashes had crusted over and now he was feeling almost guilty for putting them there in the first place.
He jerked his hand and face away at lightning speed when
Halibel's voice reached his ears.
"You better not try anything else Nnoitra or so help me I will kill you in your sleep."
Simply because he knew it would piss her off even further, Nnoitra snickered nastily "Who's to say I haven't already done it."
Her eyes were hard. Her chest was heaving. He snickered even more.
"What's the matter Halibel? Jealous? Perhaps we could convince little Ichi-pet here to put on a little repeat performance for you."
She swung but he saw it coming and ducked.
Snickers turned to full on laughter when she wound up smacking her hand against the glass window.
Would bruise for sure.
He heard her mumble 'Son of a bitch' under her breath and just continued laughing.
Serves her right!
She sent him a nasty glare, slammed the car door and then stormed away.
Bitch sure had some serious bladder problems.
Nnoitra shrugged.
Not like he gave two shits.
His beady eyes grew comically wide as once again the orange haired youth curled up next to him.
WTF?
A sort of half smile broke out on to his face.
()()()()()()
(Ichigo)
Why did he suddenly feel so at ease around his attacker?
Perhaps his head had met the brick wall one too many times?
Or perhaps he was a bit of a closet masochist?
'As if I weren't fucked up in the head enough'
/Don't take it too hard King, these things happen to all destined ukes. It's just part of nature. The natural order of things'/
/There is nothing natural about this! Hell there is nothing natural about me. And I mean sure I have a split personality and sure the idea of getting a little rough and wild is a nice fantasy but that was assault back there? I shouldn't be sitting here calmly, placing my head in his lap especially when it still feels like I got run over by a truck. What the fuck has happened to me? How am I going to explain this to Kenpachi? And Aizen? And hell even Grimmjow? Things are complicated enough I can't start developing these feelings for some strange sadist!/
/Love is a funny thing, King./
/Love? Damn it Shirosaki I can't-there's no w—I'm not even sure what I feel for the others yet I can't just—this is stupid. It's official I'm way past losing it, I'm gone, fucking gone, goodbye, farewell, sayonara!/
/Don't be such a damn drama queen King. Ya are confused, in pain and in serious need of a little TLC. He just happens to be the closest one to ya./
/But I-I mean where did he come from? Who is he? The way he was exchanging words with Nel and Halibel it almost sounded like-ahhh my head/
/Stop thinkin' too much ya need ta rest/
/You expect me to rest in the arms of-/
/A fallen angel? At least he's straightforward./
/Angel? There's nothing angelic about h—ooh that feels kind of nice./
Shirosaki snickered and then fell silent leaving Ichigo to sort out his thoughts on his own.
()()()()
(Halibel)
Luckily Neliel hadn't gotten very far, just a block or two away from the supermarket parking lot.
It didn't take much to catch up to the younger woman and grip her by the arm.
The way Neliel's eyes glistened with tears only added to Halibel's quickly rising anger.
"Why are you doing this Hali? When is enough—ouch! I don't want to hurt Ichi anymore. Why can't we ju-ouch! Hali stop you're hurting me!"
When would the damn little baby stop acting like such a complete air- head?
"Listen to me closely because I am not in the mood to repeat myself. Kurosaki will be fine. This time tomorrow, all of this will be nothing more but a distant dream to him. We are going back to the car. You are sitting up front with me. If you even think of running again, I'll hand cuff you to the steering wheel are we clear?"
With out waiting for an answer, Halibel gripped the shorter woman by the forearm once again and dragged her down the sidewalk.
()()()()()
(Nel)
She wanted to believe that things would turn out okay.
Now that Ichi had fallen asleep and Nnoitra was too occupied with his dirty magazine to pester him, she could relax a little.
Halibel was still pissed.
At every red light the car would screech to halt and Neliel's head would hit the side of the dashboard over and over.
Course this could be avoided if she would just put on a seat belt but Neliel had bad experiences with seat belts.
Rubbing her sore noggin, Neliel broke the silence as she turned to the older woman and asked, "Where are we going Hali?"
Halibel did not take her eyes off the road as she answered, "Somewhere safe and quiet. After Kurosaki is all bandaged up, you're going to inject him with both the 'hourglass' and the 'cradle' serums."
"What? No!" Neliel cried out in horror. And then clutched her stinging cheek after Halibel slapped her.
Another red light.
Halibel turned to her and hissed out "This isn't a negotiation Neliel. Time is running out. I don't care how it happens but I will have my happy holiday."
She sounded insane.
And selfish.
And completely unlike herself.
"This is not like you Hali. I don't th—
"Shut up! I don't want to hear another word come out of your mouth." Poison green eyes narrowed to tiny slits.
Neliel swallowed hard and then turned her head away. She could no longer stand to look at her "sister".
()()()()()
(Nnoitra)
He only tuned in on the important parts of Halibel and Neliel's conversation.
The words "cradle" and "hourglass" and "serum" rang out in his head like tiny little bells.
He glanced at the orange haired youth.
The bells in his head grew louder.
For reasons that he couldn't fully understand Nnoitra suddenly felt an uneasy sort of feeling wash over him.
("cradle") & ("hourglass")
What the hell were these bitches up to?
And why did he care?
The carrot top made some strange purring noise in his sleep just then.
It was almost cute?
Nnoitra shook his head and scowled.
What the hell—Why did he—FUCK!
He needed to get away.
Now!
"Pull the fucking car over. I can't stand to be stuck in this fucking cramped little space with the little bitch anymore!"
It was a lie.
But damn it he didn't have—
"Are you fucking deaf Halibel? Pull the fucking car over so I can get the fuck out and breathe properly again!"
The car screeched to a halt causing the orange haired youth to fall right on top of him.
With twitchy fingers Nnoitra pushed the shorter male off of him, practically flew out of the car and then…he ran.
Ran so damn fast he wasn't even watching where he was going.
He didn't care.
He couldn't care.
'Caring is not in my vocabulary.'
Possessed. He had been possessed back there.
The little bitch had taken hold of something that had long since been dead and buried.
And Hades help him Nnoitra had felt warm, no scorching-
Those fucking cinnamon and coffee brown eyes, those long orange lashes—fuck fuck fuck!
()()()
(Halibel)
Being the oldest had both its advantages and disadvantages. Gin-oji and Nana Kaname relied and depended pretty heavily on her.
The sent her on a match making mission.
And come hell or high water she would complete the mission.
6 months earlier
"Hali-chan do you have some free time?"
"I'm always available for you Gin-oji."
"Meet me tomorrow at noon by the fountain the park."
()()()()()
"What is this about?"
"I have a little mission for you and your siblings to perform. Are you up to it?"
"What kind of mission?"
"Well it's more like a gift actually, fer Aizen-sama, you owe Aizen-sama your life you know?"
"Yes I do."
"So here's what I want you to do. You know that pretty little orange Neko that Ulquioirra-chan and Starrk have been stalking lately?"
"Yes?"
"Wouldn't he be the absolute most perfect addition to our lil' family."
"Well even I'll admit that Kurosaki is quite interesting."
"Interesting enough fer Aizen-sama."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean the pretty little orange Neko would make a perfect bride, doncha agree?"
"I-
"Why are you hesitating Hali-chan, yer weren't thinkin' of capturing the lil' neko for yerself were ya?"
"No it's not that its-
"What?"
"Nothing. Yes, Gin-oji I accept the mission."
()()()()()
"All set then?"
"Grimmjow might be a bit of a problem."
"Oh I wouldn't worry about him. He knows his place in this family."
()()()
Nemu had been nice enough to let them crash at her little cabin for a few hours.
Well maybe not so much little. It was more like a three story condo out in the countryside of all places.
Kurosaki was currently napping in one of the bedrooms on the third floor.
It was almost too perfect.
This way Halibel could speak freely without having to worry about censoring herself or choosing her words carefully.
Neliel was looking as lost and pathetic as ever as she stared into her empty teacup.
"Snap out of it! We have things to discuss."
"Nels don't wants to talks."
The little brat was going into her baby mode.
Halibel would not tolerate it!
She ripped the empty cup way from the sea-green haired woman and forced her to look her in the face.
"Do you or do not care about this family Neliel?"
"Nels cares, Nels cares lots."
"Good then go up stairs and inject Kurosaki with the serums."
"What? But I thought you said-Hali no!"
Poison green eyes narrowed to thin slits "I've spoken with Gin-oji and he gave the go ahead. Now go inject Kurosaki with the serums."
()()()
(Ichigo)
Late afternoon…
He was dreaming again. Only this time the dream felt even more real but at the same time it was more like a bad sitcom.
Almost like he had stumbled into a different realm or something.
It wouldn't be the first time he experienced something like this.
When he was younger, some times the dreams had become reality.
Unohana-sensei had explained that when a person dreams they are often thinking about what they most desire during the waking hours.
Which was fine and dandy but the last Ichigo checked he had absolutely no desire to well…think of his stalkers and Aizen living under the same roof?
It started off normal enough.
Well sort of. Actually the beginning part was a lot closer to one of his wet dreams from the past… well with out the wetness.
Still he was quite enjoying himself all the same.
As was the one above him.
Leather. It really did do the body good.
And Grimmjow had one hell of a body.
'MINE!'
It sounded a little-or more like a lot out of character. Being possessive over someone else was not in his nature and yet—
'Bet your sweet ass I am and don't you forget it!'
Which in Grimmjow speak (at least dream!Grimmjow speak anyway) translated to: LOVE ME AND ONLY ME!
Then the scene switched. And he was sitting on the bed with Grimmjow and Nel and yet for some reason he was wearing that retarded ass Aphrodite costume.
And even though he was sitting there—he only caught part of the conversation.
Course with the way Grimmjow was fondling his ass—it wasn't like it was easy to concentrate any way…
"Well we never actually said Starrk was a father, you just kinda jumped to that conclusion on your own, Kurosaki."
The orange haired 19 teen year old furrowed his brows together "Then what the hell was the all that crap about me being a perfect mother and all that other stuff?"
"Oh that, well you see about that um gee how should I put this? Help me out here wouldya Nel?"
Don't be mad at us Itysugo." There was a pause and then her voice turned completely normal as she added "It was sort of like an initiation type of thing."
"Initiation for what?"
Ichigo watched as Grimmjow and Nel shared a look.
He found it to be extremely irritating when people talked about him while he was right there in the freakin' room! Granted their mouths weren't actually moving but still...
Suddenly there was a bang followed by a loud booming voice, sounding vaguely familiar but also entirely out of character
"Daddy's home."
And then he woke up
A stupid dream.
There was no way it could be true could it?
The door creaked open.
A masked figure stepped into the room.
Ichigo dimly recalled seeing this masked figure before.
That night when all of this started.
"Who are y—
"Shh! Follow me."
The hell? He was not going to follow some masked being.
Not that he could tell for sure since the figure was wearing a mask but for some reason it appeared to be amused.
And then before he could even utter 'get the fuck off me' he was tossed over a muscular shoulder and dangling up side down like a sack of potatoes.
Blood rushing to his still battered head, he eventually passed out.
But swore when he woke up he would unleash his rage that had been building, building, building—ready to wake up from its long vacation.
()()()
(Halibel)
Halibel smashed her fist against the wall. She didn't even register the pain. "Gone? What the fuck do you mean by Kurosaki is gone?"
TBC
