Hello there! After my exam week, I finally have time to update! And by the way, did you listen to the Bleach OST 3? It's really good!

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, Tite Kubo does.


'How can someone eat that much?' Renji asked himself.

Renji, Rukia, Ishida and Hitsugaya were seated around Yoruichi's dining table. Momo sat on a little pillow beside Hitsugaya's plate. They all tried not to stare at their hostess whose stomach seemed to be bottomless.

"Are you still eating that?" she suddenly asked the red-haired swordsman with her mouth full, and before he could answer she quickly grabbed his bowl of rice and started eating again.

Renji bent over to Ishida. "Wasn't she the one who invited us to eat?" he whispered. "Seems like she's the only one enjoying the meal." Ishida nodded and was about to eat a piece of meat as it was suddenly snatched away by the fairy godmother.

Yoruichi drank the last drops of her drink, and gave a content sigh. "So, did this fantastic meal satisfy your hunger?" she asked, smiling brightly at the group. Momo cheered and chewed her last piece of fruit (she was the only one whose food wasn't stolen by Yoruichi), while everyone else just glared at the older woman.

"Now, about Ichigo," Ishida seriously said. "Why were you laughing when you heard about his abduction?"

She giggled while rubbing her tummy. "Let me explain," she said, lifting her index finger. "When a prince is born, we fairy godmothers are invited by his father, the king, to give him a gift with help of our magical powers." Everyone nodded. "We can even decree the newborn's fate."

"So, what was your gift to Ichigo?" Rukia asked.

Yoruichi chuckled. "Mine was a little different from the others." She made a wicked look. "I'll give you a hint: love."

Everyone gasped. "Don't tell me you already decided over his love life?" Renji asked.

"Not exactly," Yoruichi answered.

"What do you mean?" Ishida asked, starting to get confused.

Yoruichi summoned a little black fan out of nowhere and covered her mouth with it. "You children are too curious," she said, fanning slowly. "By the way, don't you have something to give me?"

Renji and Rukia flinched. "Do you mean the package Ichigo had to deliver to you?" Renji asked. Yoruichi made a little nod and asked: "Where is it right now?"

"It's in the bag of Shiro's saddle, I think," the swordsman answered. Rukia gave the fairy godmother a questioning look and asked herself: 'How does she know about the package? She didn't even know Ichigo was kidnapped.'

"I can get it," Renji suggested and got up.

"Oh, please stay seated," Yoruichi told him. Then she flipped her fingers and smoke appeared out of the blue. A package fell into her hands, and she contemplated it with a smile.

Momo tugged at Hitsugaya's thumb and kept asking how the older woman was able to do that. Everyone else was concentrated on the package. It was the reason for Ichigo's little journey, the reason they met him.

"What does Isshin have for me?" Yoruichi chirped, opening the package slowly. She got out something flat and round, wrapped in paper. After getting rid of the paper, Yoruichi let out a gasp.

"What a beautiful mirror!" she exclaimed, contemplating herself in it, and showing it to the others.

The boys weren't really interested, but Rukia and Momo had stars in their eyes. Suddenly a voice came from the mirror, which made everybody flinch.

"Good day to you, Madame Yoruichi-sama," the voice spoke.

Yoruichi blinked at the face that appeared in the mirror. It was a young girl who had an earnest expression. The fairy godmother laughed and hugged the mirror.

"I always wanted to have a magic mirror!" she screamed in excitement, squeezing her gift into her bosom. She felt heat coming out from the mirror.

"P-Please, Yoruichi-sama, I...," the girl stuttered with a dark shade of red covering her face. Yoruichi laughed and gave the mirror a wink.

"I like you!" she said. "So, what's your name?"

"S-Soi Fon, Yoruichi-sama," the mirror answered. "And from this day on, I shall be your be your mirror that only speaks the truth."

"Oh? So you only speak the truth?" Yoruichi asked. She stood up, summoned a nail on one of her walls, and hung the mirror on it. Then she gave a cheshire cat smile.

"Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?" she asked Soi Fon, raising her voice.

"Well, you of course, Madame Yoruichi-sama!" Soi Fon answered at once, almost screaming.

The fairy godmother giggled. "Soi Fon, I don't like you, I love you!" she said, caressing the mirror. Soi Fon blushed even more and wished that this moment would never stop.

Meanwhile, the others sweat dropped while watching the cocky fairy godmother. Suddenly Momo, who had climbed into the box the mirror was in, held up a letter and waved it around.

"Shirou-chan, look, there's something else in here!" she screamed at Hitsugaya. Before the dwarf could take it, Yoruichi got it first, opened it and started reading. Then she smiled at everyone.

"Guess what King Isshin has organized for all of us."

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"A ball?!" Ichigo yelled, almost spitting out his drink.

"Yes, Prince Ichigo, your father organized a ball for your upcoming birthday," Aizen replied calmly.

Ichigo was invited to have dinner with King Aizen. The prince wasn't half-naked anymore: he was dressed in black long-sleeve shirt that covered his neck too, with a white, short-sleeved, open pullover over it, a red sash around his waist, loose white pants and black boots with some white stripes.

The prince from Karakura Kingdom had to admit, he was treated very nicely. He got a wonderful room, great service, expensive clothing, and delicious food. Yet, why were they so polite? 'I'm sure they want something, those bootlickers,' Ichigo thought. 'I just have to find out what.'

Aizen drank from his wine glass. "Your father, King Isshin, has sent me an invitation for this ball," he said, breaking the silence.

'Stupid dad,' Ichigo thought. 'Throwing a birthday ball without telling me.'

"The ball is in three days," Aizen added.

"That's my birthday," Ichigo murmured. He could see King Aizen smiling at him. 'Creepy,' he thought.

"Since it's my birthday ball," Ichigo said to the king. "I'm supposed to be there, so if you're going, you will have to take me with you."

Aizen's smile didn't fade. "I shall think about that."

Ichigo clenched his fists. What was Aizen planning? Sooner or later, his father would find out that Aizen had him kidnapped, and the evil king would get into big trouble with several other kingdoms. So why keep him in Las Noches?

"Prince Ichigo, let's change the subject," Aizen said. "How was your journey? I hope Grimmjow didn't make it too objectionable."

'Great, that guy,' Ichigo sighed to himself. He didn't know if he should lie or just say the truth. Grimmjow was one of the most annoying people he had met in his entire life. He was rude, violent and obnoxious. And to top it off, he was a pervert. 'Why the hell am I thinking about him, anyway?' Ichigo asked himself, remembering the moment he woke up, being hugged by the teal-haired arrancar. A slight blush appeared on his face. 'Yes, he definitely is a pervert,' he told himself.

And what was up with this king? He had a creepy smile, looked like a pedophile who had a preference for the color white (it was everywhere). What was wrong with these people? And he was in the middle of this mess! Ichigo could feel anger rise in him.

"Prince Ichigo?" Aizen asked, getting Ichigo back from his zoomed out state.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Ichigo answered. He quietly cut a piece of meat. "It was... the most horrible journey I had in my life. I mean, hello, I got kidnapped by an insupportable jerk, what else did you expect, that I'm happy about all of this?"

He put the piece of meat into his mouth and chewed. "And now my dad organized a ball for me, and didn't hear a word about all of this?" he said just as calm as before, and added a chuckle.

"And the worst of all, you're planning to keep me in this creepy place? Seriously, King Aizen...," he said, putting down his fork and knife, with a meek smile.

"...ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?!" Ichigo yelled and got up, making the table shake. He pointed at Aizen. "The one who is being objectionable is you, if you wouldn't have planned this abduction I would be home right now, with my friends, instead of being surrounded by psychopaths like you!"

Aizen was a little startled by the prince's outburst. Ichigo took this as an opportunity to run. He didn't know how this spontaneous idea came to his mind, but guards weren't in sight, and the door was nearby. And he wasn't that weak, he could easily handle some weak guards.

Suddenly Aizen flipped his fingers, and Ichigo was slammed to the floor. The prince winced in pain and looked up to see who was above him.

"Hello, little prince, here's the insupportable jerk."

"Grimmjow!" Ichigo growled, trying to free himself from the teal-haired arrancar's grip.

"Grimmjow, bring him to his room," Aizen ordered with a strict tone. "Prince Ichigo, now I shall really think about taking you with to the ball," he said, with amusement in his voice. "Maybe I should really keep you here with me? I like your temperament." And once again he put up his usual smile.

A cold shiver went through Ichigo's body. Grimmjow hauled Ichigo by his arm and led him out of the giant dining room.

While walking through the endless white corridors of Las Noches, Ichigo and Grimmjow didn't exchange a single word. Until Grimmjow broke the silence.

"I see you missed me a lot, Strawberry Princess," he said with a scowl.

Ichigo replied with a cold glare. Why of all people did Grimmjow have to present in that damn dining room? Couldn't it be someone else? Yet he felt like a jerk. He didn't like talking shit behind someone's back, even if he hated this person.

Yet, something was strange. Now that he was with Grimmjow, he felt a lot more comfortable than with Aizen. Actually, he felt relieved. Why? Shouldn't he feel uncomfortable around that jerk?

Grimmjow didn't feel any different. 'Why the fuck did I have to be in the dining room at that moment [Note: he felt hungry and wanted to go to the kitchen to get something, and for that you have to pass through the giant dining room], and why the fuck can't that stupid strawberry princess keep his head cool and fucking eat like any other normal person?!' he asked himself, almost ripping off Ichigo's arm.

After walking for about fifteen minutes, they both asked themselves if it really took that long to get to Ichigo's room.

"Grimmjow, don't tell me we got lost," Ichigo asked emotionless.

"No, we didn't," Grimmjow answered, trying to hide the fact that they actually were lost.

Ichigo facepalmed. "Unbelievable," he whispered. "You live in this fucking castle, how can you get lost, asshole?"

"Listen, it's not my fault that everything is white and looks the same!" Grimmjow yelled.

"So, you admit that we got lost? No wait, that you got lost?" Ichigo mocked. "Proves how moronic you actually are!"

"At least I don't act like a bitch, bitch!"

"What does that have to do with the whole thing?"

The verbal fight went on, and then they got into their faces, started pushing and threatening, and soon fists were flying. Grimmjow carried a sword, but forgot about it during his hand to hand combat with the prince.

After a while, they both laid on the ground, rolling around, trying to scratch or punch the other. Soon, they both needed to catch some air and stopped fighting. Ichigo, who was under Grimmjow, rested his arms on his sides and panted. Grimmjow, on top of Ichigo, panted as well, and wiped some sweat away.

They both scowled at each other, and after a long silence, Ichigo started laughing.

"What the fuck are you laughing about?" Grimmjow spat at the prince.

"It's just that we're both acting like bitches now, aren't we?" Ichigo chuckled. "This fight is so stupid."

He was right. It was pretty stupid and senseless. And this was the first time he saw the prince laughing. 'It suits him, better than that frown of his,' he thought.

After that thought, he automatically pinched Ichigo's cheeks.

"What the fuck, Grimmjow?" Ichigo asked, shaking his head.

'Stop with that fucking smile of yours,' Grimmjow cursed at himself. 'It makes me think about things I shouldn't be thinking of!'

"Now stop and get off me, if someone came by now, they could misunderstand the situation!" Ichigo said, struggling under the bigger man.

Grimmjow finally noticed their position, and with Ichigo struggling under him and creating some friction in the waist zone, it made the situation even worse.

Yet the moment he wanted to get up, he felt a presence behind them.

"Grimmjow, what are you doing with our captive?"

The teal-haired man flinched. Why did he have to be there, at that moment?

"Ulquiorra, it's not how it looks like," Grimmjow stuttered.

"Quit your sexual harassment," Ulquiorra said with his emotionless expression. "Since you are not capable of finding your way through Las Noches, I shall escort Prince Ichigo to his room."

Grimmjow got up and pushed Ichigo aside. "Listen, it's my job to bring Princess Strawberry to her room, and I will successfully accomplish this job, got it?" he yelled. Yet he didn't notice that Ulquiorra was already walking away from him, holding Ichigo by his wrist.

'Shit, he's fast...and strong!' Ichigo noticed, trying to shake off the smaller arrancar. He shot a helpless look at Grimmjow.

'Wait a minute, why did I do that?!' he asked himself. 'I don't need his help!' He shook his head and fired a scowl at the teal-haired arrancar.

'That's better,' Ichigo thought. Grimmjow growled. "I fucking hate you, Ulquiorra!"

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Ichigo sat in his room and pulled at a white stuff toy bunny ear. Ulquiorra was a cold, emotionless arrancar, who barely spoke. In other words, he was boring. 'Grimmjow seems to be the only enterprising person here,' he thought. 'I haven't laughed like that for a long time.'

He flinched. 'Why am I thinking about him? And my thoughts about him are positive?' He stared at the bunny in his hands. 'And why do they have stuff toys here anyway?!' he mentally yelled, throwing it across the room.

He looked up to the only little window in his room, that let the moonlight in. "There's no way I can escape from here," he whispered.

Suddenly he heard a beautiful voice coming from outside.


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