AnimeWriterTycoonGirl: Hello again! Thank you for all your support everyone! I actually feel like I brought this one out a little faster!

IMPORTANT: I WAS going to ask the audience about the next couple to write about. However, this was already figured out due to a very kind review from NGBW, who asked if the next chapter could be a couple chapter based on Shiro and Ulquiorra, or ShiOrra as I like to call it. So, the chapter after this one will be…..ShiOrra!

Shiro: Sweet! Of course ours is first! We make a pretty badass name too! Let's be the chapter AFTER that one too!

Ichigo: Idiot! This is for the readers to decide…DAMMIT GRIMMJOW PUT YOUR SHIRT BACK ON! What did I JUST say!?

Grimmjow: Aww…..it worked last time so why wouldn't it work now? *pouts*

AWTG: ….am I going to need more aspirin since last time? *sweatdrops* Alright, let's get to the warning so that we can get to the good stuff. Ulquiorra if you would please?

Ulquiorra: *Nods* Today's chapter warning will contain Humor (Inappropriate or otherwise), 'Fluff' between Ichigo and myself as well as Ichigo with Nel, violence between Shiro and Grimmjow…i-i-i-implied Incestual Feelings *blushes*….Partial Nudity, and Swearing.

AWTG: Thank you Ulqui-chan! Now let us begin!

Amoris Oppositi part IX

*A few minutes later*

Ulquiorra and Grimmjow were remarkably tolerant about answering questions from the twins (mostly Shiro) about their massive home, no matter how stupid or unusual the question was as they started their way up the large stairs. As they passed the fourth floor Ichigo still couldn't believe that he had been given a tour of the house and he still hadn't seen all of it yet. After answering a question of whether they had their own floors for themselves (Which in fact they theoretically did; they shared a floor with their baby sister) Grimmjow rolled his eyes and turned into the fifth floor, simply stepping off the staircase and onto the walkway that led into said floor. Ulquiorra followed him as silent as ever (when not answering any other questions the twins might have had).

"Your question couldn't have come at a better time Shiro; this is 'our' floor, where all of our bedrooms are and a few more rooms that suit us. I basically own the entirety of the right wing and Ulquiorra has most of the left. He has a library that holds all his favorite books at the very end of the left hall, and I have a training room on the completely opposite side. Everything else is somewhat shared between the three of us…..except that door." Grimmjow pointed to a bubblegum pink door three doors down from the main staircase. He shivered. "That's Nel's room. Do NOT go in there unless you want go blind from all the pink. Even if she begs you to play with her, don't do it." This warranted a look from the twins.

"My brother is candid in his advice to you. Even Father does not dwell long within her room. Especially considering his preferred…design." Ulquiorra warned them. This fact alone was enough to keep the boys from prying.

"So besides the two doors at the end of the hall, what are inside the other doors?" Ichigo asked, specifying to the seven other doors not yet explained outside of the three they were just familiarized to.

"Ah, the two rooms upon either side of the very end of the left hall are mine." Ulquiorra explained. "The one to the right of my personal library is my private lavatory. Due to my….condition…but of course you must understand this, Shiro-san." He explained which only led to a swiftly masked look of perplexity on the younger twin's face. Ichigo, knowing his brother's dilemma of not knowing why that would matter, quickly cut in.

"That would be true Ulquiorra-san, but we don't have the luxuries of private bathrooms in our house. We share one with the girls too, so we really can't store all of his sun blocking creams in there. He usually just puts it on in our room." He explained, much to his brother's relief. Ulquiorra nodded.

"Understandable. I strongly advise that you use my bathroom then, Shiro-san, as it will undeniably present you will all the suitable protections. We did not find many protecting creams in your home." The raven haired male offered; his expression remaining stony yet his eyes offering a glimmer of kindness. Shiro's eyebrows nearly disappeared into his snowy hair. He mumbled his appreciation as he attempted to hide his budding blush, much to the bemusement of the elder siblings of both albino males. Ulquiorra disregarded, or more likely, did not note the blush. "The room adjacent to the library is my bedroom. I will request that neither of you come into it until I invite you in; I am presently in the middle of an extensive project that I wish not to be sullied by accident." He insisted. Ichigo raised his eyebrow.

"What kind of project are you working on, Ulquiorra-san? Sounds very impressive if it takes up most of your room." He asked. Ulquiorra's eyes lit up at the notion that someone was interested in his work when Grimmjow cleared his throat.

"Well, I already heard the fascinating details of this story, so I'm gonna familiarize Shiro to my sparring room. Interested?" he taunted. Shiro's eye twitched with a sadistic gleam as he gave a wild smirk.

"Yer on, candy-floss head!" he cackled, racing the elder heir to the door on the right of the hall. Grimmjow gnashed his teeth and snarled at the insolent male. Ichigo frowned.

"Hey! Don't get carried away you two!" He called out before the door slammed shut behind the energetic males. "Morons…..both of them." He muttered, noticing Ulquiorra shook his own head in exasperation.

"Indeed they are. But we are here to keep them in line are we not?" Ulquiorra asked rhetorically, causing Ichigo to chuckle. "As it is, I would prefer not to remain talking simply standing in the middle of the hallway. Perhaps we should take this conversation into the study?" he offered, already moving towards the door to the immediate left of him. Ichigo could only gape in awe at the sheer luxury of the study.

The study must truly be where all of the Aizen heirs do their homework together, as it was very large. The extensive mahogany meeting table was accompanied by plush black and white velvety armchairs. The shelves behind the table were full of research materials ranging from basic reading volumes (hopefully just for Nell…) all the way up to…..

"You're studying biogenetics?" Ichigo gasped. "Damn…now I especially want to know what your project is about!" he admitted. Ulquiorra let out a genuine smile, one that actually was noticeable, as he walked past the shocked orangette and carefully grabbed three slightly worn bioengineering and biogenetic books.

"It is fascinating to study, and I found myself interested in the research ever since I understood the true reasoning behind my….appearance." He admitted honestly, yet again gesturing to his extremely pale body. Ichigo, while interested in what got the boy interested in such a difficult subject (not to mention, a subject he himself is somewhat interested in….) felt incredibly uncomfortable with the amount of disclosure the younger Aizen heir was providing him with. Was he confident that Ichigo understood his situation due to Shiro being such a being? Most likely, however Ichigo was beginning to notice that Ulquiorra brought up his albinism constantly without provocation. It was rather strange, but he couldn't find it in himself to point it out to the raven head, who was still (for him) chatting animatedly about said condition. "…the one mechanism I can never comprehend is by what means I was able to acquire natural green eyes and black hair. That peculiar element has always been a cause of mystification to me." He stated, opening up the large blue book with a large print of molecules. Ichigo raised an eyebrow.

"You…..don't dye your hair or use contacts?" he asked rather stupidly. Ulquiorra looked up from his page with unease, or perhaps it was shock that the other male would assume he would do such a thing. "Well…..you know….it-it really is….an abnormality of the genetic code to allow only a few components of albinism. It's either the whole deal….or the eyes alone. I-I…." He stammered before immediately bowing low in the startled male's direction. "I'm sorry for accusing you!" he apologized, his face red from the embarrassment.

It was a good thing Ichigo's face was so low to the ground, for he failed to see a similar (if not more pronounced) red flush come over Ulquiorra. Not many treated him with so much respect outside of the mansion. For Ichigo to treat him so nicely and Shiro to act as though they were equals…..it caused a warm feeling in his chest. Idly, he wondered if this is what friends feel for each other before he put the question aside to relieve the orangette of his extremely low bow.

"You….you have no reason to apologize. It is rational to believe my hair coloring is artificial. Most automatically assume it is. I cannot say why I was so surprised to hear you say that." He mumbled, looking away when Ichigo straightened from his bow. Ichigo chuckled; they were so awkward with each other but he really did like talking to the younger male. Even moreso than his elder brother. Ichigo almost frowned when thinking of what havoc Shiro was possibly causing at the moment but he had a question to answer first.

"I guess it because Shiro is the way he is. He uses color contacts for his own eyes. So I…..tend to think rather close minded about that kind of thing." He admitted sheepishly. Ulquiorra tilted his head to the side, somewhat like a puppy.

"I assumed so. Very few have such colored eyes naturally; Lady Yoruichi being one such exception. Why did he choose gold?" He asked, the bioengineering book long forgotten in his lap. Ichigo carefully sat in the seat next to him. The orangette flashed the raven haired boy a kind smile.

"Well….that's going to be a long story." He chuckled. Ulquiorra set the book down, returning the smile albeit softly.

"I imagine we have the time to partake in unfolding long stories. I expect then I could provide you with a few details about my science project." He reminded the elder Kurosaki, causing him to grin wider and make himself more comfortable in the large plush chair.

****Meanwhile…..****

Grimmjow was stunned to find himself slammed against the wall, the breath knocked out of him. He was even more shocked to find that he wasn't even pissed off that the little albino shit got the drop on him. It felt…exhilarating. Very few people were able to kick his ass like that, and here he was getting said ass kicked by a mouthy negative replica of his sexy new toy.

Shiro hadn't gotten off completely, however. Grimmjow was rather pleased with himself for the nice little bruise forming on the albino's forehead when he slammed the brat into the floor. Well, there were probably a ton of bruises on him by now…..but then again, the little shit actually got him to bleed. Seriously, he was bleeding from the shoulder when the bastard bit him. Dirty fighting little shit.

"Yer…..not making this easy…fer ya." Shiro huffed, his hair plastered to his forehead as he peeled himself off the floor. Grimmjow let out a bark of laughter, but he too was beginning to lose stamina. Hell, they've been sparring for over thirty minutes without any breaks….until now really. Him being slammed into the wall was the first time they really took one and it hit them both pretty damn hard. His shoulder throbbed pleasantly, the blood long since stopped flowing, staining nothing but skin. Grimmjow had a feeling one of them was going to get bloody and removed his school jacket and shirt. But to hell if he had known it was going to him!

"Like hell…..I'm gonna make it easier….on you….Snowflake." he taunted. Oh yes, he had learned the cocky albino loathed that name….and the taunt worked; Shiro quickly saw red and threw himself at the muscular bluenette with an enraged roar.

Grimmjow was having the time of his life right now; hot twin brother hanging out with his little brother (perks for both heirs; Ulquiorra needs a friend to relate with), and said twin's spitfire younger brother was sparring with him at a very nearly matched pace. Hell, if things didn't work out between him and Ichigo, he'd at least like to maintain this weird friendship between himself and Shiro. Though he'd really like to get a piece of that ass before he ultimately piss him off and drive him away…..

Grimmjow was brought out of his musing with a strong punch to the jaw, allowing him to see stars momentarily. He let out a battle cry of his own as they fell back to the floor, seamlessly switching from street fighting to wrestling. Being the heavier opponent, Grimmjow immediately had an advantage over Shiro. Shiro, however, was still seething mad about the snowflake comment and with surprising strength pinned the larger male underneath him. Not wanted to be outdone by the feisty brat, Grimmjow knocked the boy's legs out from under him and put him in a chocker hold.

It was in this position the other two males walked in on after hearing very loud shouts and being told by a frightened maid.

Ulquiorra's face was impassive as ever as he watched Shiro's own expression blanched. Ichigo pinched the bridge between his eyebrows and sighed heavily. Grimmjow, who considered himself a pro at instincts, had the unnerving feeling that he wasn't going to like what was about to happen in the next few seconds.

"Is it really too much to ask of both of you….." Ichigo's eyes flashed dangerously (one even twitching slightly) as he stalked forward and ripped Grimmjow off of Shiro. "…to go ONE FUCKING DAY WITHOUT BEING AT EACH OTHER'S THROATS?!" he shouted, kneeing Grimmjow in the stomach and socking his hard headed brother on the head almost at the exact same time. Ulquiorra merely rolled his eyes as his elder brother curled in on himself; fuck if his stomach wasn't still sensitive from yesterday….and two hours ago. "The hell is wrong with you two?" Ichigo seethed. The tension in his frame lessened slightly as he looked to Ulquiorra. "Ya mind if I take this moron into your personal shower?" he asked, albeit with a harsh tone, with an equally harsh grip on the back of his brother's neck.

"Do as you wish. I'll aid Grimmjow with his own…..'combat wounds' in his bathroom." He answered tersely, effortlessly picking up his own brother in the same manner….with one hand. It appeared even though he gave the appearance of being fragile he was actually quite strong. "I trust you two aren't intending on consistently attacking each other's person for the entirety of the weekend; Ichigo-san and I wish to be able to communicate in unbroken peace." He scolded both of them dully as he dragged the grousing bluenette into the bathroom immediately to the right of the sparring room. Ichigo made quick work of Shiro, taking him into Ulquiorra's own private bathroom.

Ulquiorra sighed quietly at the state of his incredibly dense older brother; bruises blossoming all over tan flesh and an angry scab beginning to form on his shoulder from the bite mark. Equally angry red marks from being scratched dragged from the top of his chest to just above the 'V' of his hip bones. Add in the tousled and messy hair and he looked like he just came back from an incredibly vicious round of sex. Ulquiorra immediately forced that thought to the deepest, darkest crevice in his mind and willed himself not to blush as he started the bath. A shower would not do justice for the amount of bruising the fool received.

Grimmjow moaned as he leaned against an icy cold wall. Fuck, now that the adrenaline was completely gone he felt like shit. Granted, he always felt like that after he finished a fight or spar, but getting bit and kneed in a sensitive area was still pretty damn rough. His eyes popped open and he sucked in a breath sharply a few minutes later when he felt a burning cool cream of some sort on his arm. The bath was almost full and Ulquiorra was judiciously applying the ointment onto his wound, refusing to actually look at him.

Grimmjow was not sure what he did to be blessed with such a nurturing brother. While the raven haired male certainly did get fed up with him and even caused his elder brother quite a few bruises on his own in the past, he always took great pains in helping his brother heal faster or more comfortably. Ulquiorra gently wrapped the ointment coated skin in gauze and looked away.

"The bath is ready." He stated quietly, not looking at Grimmjow to give him privacy. That in itself was ridiculous to the primary Aizen heir as they were both men and definitely had seen each other naked before. Nonetheless the bluenette complied with the raven head's request and slipped off his remaining clothes before sinking into the blissfully hot bath. A quick (and quiet) sniff in the air told him his brother had already put herbal….somethings….into the water. Soft hands began to massage the tight muscles in his shoulders. Once again, he was completely and totally privileged to have such a caring little brother. Grimmjow purred his approval as he relaxed into his brother's hands.

Ulquiorra was always conflicted at this point. On the one hand, he treasured the complete access and trust his elder brother gave to him. To hear that masculine voice purr in satisfaction always had him melting in happiness on the inside. On the other, however, he was infuriated with the ultramarine man; surely he did not reason such persistent contact was suitable between brothers? Albeit half-brothers…but blood nonetheless. How he longed his brother to be dense no longer. But he was fearful. To be shunned by one of the few people he loved would be the end of him. So while Grimmjow let out soft husky moans of relaxation, Ulquiorra retained his mask of aloofness and being merely a concerned younger brother.

****With the twins****

Shiro couldn't get over just how freaking huge Ulquiorra's bathroom was. It was definitely colorful too; the walls were a vivid green, the plush rugs were a soft cream color, the towels hanging on gold towel racks a navy blue, and the cabinets were made of dark cherry wood. He hissed as his body throbbed once again. Okay…so he couldn't get over how much pain he was in either, but the appearance of the other albino's bathroom helped somewhat distract himself from the pain. Ichigo planted the albino twin onto the toilet lid and, aware he had approval to use the Aizen heir's supplies, delved through a few cabinets. It didn't take long for him to find what he was looking for and then some; Ulquiorra was incredibly organized and even categorized his ointments by strength and sun blocking level.

"Alright Shiro, strip down so I can get this salve onto you so the maids don't have heart attacks." He ordered. Shiro's groin twitched at the authoritarian tone in his brother's voice, and the request wasn't exactly innocent to his ears either.

"Sheesh King, if ya wanted me naked so badly why didn't ya say so earlier?" he teased, shrugging out of his clothes, underwear included. Ichigo rolled his eyes at his brother's antics but didn't answer him, too used to his dirty mind, and poured a small dose of one of the three creams onto his hand. He started with the blaringly dark bruises. Shiro sighed both in bliss and disappointed; bliss because his bruises were beginning to numb from whatever creams Ulquiorra was generously allowing them to use on his marks, and disappointment because once again his brother failed to see through his teasing taunts. It was all he had in him to not simply pounce onto his delectable older brother and show him how much he….appreciated his King.

"Damn….this shit feels freakin' amazing! I wish we had some of this stuff at home." Shiro sighed as Ichigo rubbed a large amount onto his left thigh, ignoring how dangerously close to his groin his brother was, and proud of himself for not going hard. Ichigo nodded quietly.

"Yeah, no kidding; if we had half of what they had we'd be pretty set for life. I'd really love to have Ulquiorra's unlimited access to knowledge over wealth itself though. Did you know he's studying to be a bioengineer too?" Ichigo asked as he finished, too quickly, the bruise on his leg and moved to his right side. Shiro blinked; he knew the raven haired boy was smart but damn! He was beginning to feel a little inadequate in comparison to his own genius brother and his current eye candy.

"Heh, you two are hittin' it off better than we are." He teased. "That's pretty cool though. What's he working on? He said it took up his whole damn room after all." Shiro pressed, trying to at least be interested in what his brother was so excited about. If Ichigo was patient enough, he could hopefully dumb down the experiment so that he could understand….whatever the hell it was Ulquiorra was doing. Ichigo smirked.

"Like you would even comprehend it on your own?" he taunted, causing his brother to stick out his slightly lighter blue tongue (he was going to need more candy soon). "All right, but you aren't going to get it." He muttered, finishing the bruise on the side. "Ulquiorra told me that it's not the project itself that's taking up his room; it's the papers on the project. He's working on Molecular Electronics and Neural Networks (1)." He paused, and waited for his brother to respond.

As he expected, Shiro looked absolutely confused. "What tha ever livin' fuck is that?" he asked, his red eyes wide in unmasked revulsion. Ichigo snickered at his less than intellectually gifted brother. "I'm serious man! The only word that made sense to me was electronics! What was that, English?!" he snapped, feeling even dumber than ever.

Taking pity on the snowy skinned boy, as even he had to ask where the raven haired came up with such a project, Ichigo continued soothing his brother's markings. "It is English; Ulquiorra is currently partnering with an American university (2) on figuring out how the length and binding groups of simple molecular wires affect their conductivity. Their goal is to develop systems that can make three point electrical contacts to a single molecule which will hopefully create molecular electronic circuits." He explained, only to receive yet another blank look. He sighed, getting the feeling it would take much longer to explain the project to Shiro then it would actually take for him to understand it. "I'll explain later. All of your bruises are covered up now, so I'm going to ask Ulquiorra where he put our stuff so I can get you some fresh clothes." Ichigo washed his hands of any remaining ointment remnants and started for the door.

"Oi! Wait just a minute!" Shiro stood up, his nudity even more prominent. Ichigo ignored the bottom half of his brother but wasn't truly affected by it; they were identical twins….in every way possible. There was no embarrassment of seeing each other naked. At the raised eyebrow he received from his older brother Shiro gave a dirty smirk. "Ya fergot a spot." He turned around to reveal a very bruised, but otherwise perfectly snow white bottom. The bruise went from one cheek to another. Just for kicks, Shiro wiggled his ass for demonstration. Ichigo snorted.

"You can get that one on your own, you freak." He snickered, not seeing the flash of disappointment in his younger brother's eyes. "Use this first before the other creams; it's what was causing the pain to numb away." He handed his brother the aforementioned bottle and quietly slipped out of the bathroom. Shiro pouted, but it was wistful thinking on his part if he thought Ichigo would actually do….that. with a sigh he rubbed the lotion onto his bottom, only then just realizing how awkward it was doing it alone, let alone if his brother had actually agreed.

Ichigo walked back to the right hall and was shocked to see a dripping wet Grimmjow. Granted, he was wearing a very fluffy blue towel to cover his lower half, but it was still shocking nonetheless. Ichigo had to bite his tongue to withhold his cursing; damn if Grimmjow wasn't smoking hot without his clothes on. The ultramarine-haired man had been shirtless when Ulquiorra and he intercepted, but at the time he was more occupied by the stupidity of the two for allowing themselves to get so beaten up considering yesterday. It really didn't hurt either that his body was still…..dripping wet. Mini rivulets of water cascaded down his deeply tanned skin which contrasted greatly with the limp turquoise hair that currently covered his forehead and parts of his eyes. Ichigo looked away as soon as those turquoise eyes looked up to his, refusing to admit he found the older male attractive.

Grimmjow allowed his mouth to warp into a feral grin. His little berry was definitely interested, and that was good; hopefully they would get a little….alone time this weekend and he would get the opportunity to worship his lithe little body. Of course, he was still in the hall stark naked save for a towel, and Ulquiorra didn't need to be flashed considering how modest he was. So he swallowed the dirty remark he was going to say, shrugged his broad shoulders knowing Ichigo was secretly watching, and walked right into his bedroom.

Ichigo stopped pretending he wasn't looking as soon as the man went into his room, and had to raise an eyebrow when he realized Ulquiorra had just stepped out of the bathroom and was staring at Grimmjow's door with a distant look in his normally apathetic eyes. He found that a little odd, but then again he had just applied creams all over his twin brother's naked body, so maybe Ulquiorra was just inwardly showing concern for his elder brother's well-being. The orangette showed no sign of noticing the strange display when he went up to the raven haired boy. Likewise, Ulquiorra greeted him cordially and with the barest hint of a smile. "Hey Ulquiorra-san, could you tell me where you put our stuff? Shiro needs a change of clothes." He asked politely. Ulquiorra nodded.

"Of course, please follow me. You two will be spending the weekend on our floor. The maids have surely already placed your bags inside." He stated, passing the bubblegum pink door and turning to the right in front of a basic white door. Of all the doors on this floor, this door was the only one that followed Aizen's pure white design.

Ichigo knew he shouldn't have been flabbergasted by the sheer size and luxury of the room, but he was still struck by it. The room was not extremely large, but there was a walk in closet probably the length of both Shiro and his beds combined to the immediate right. The furniture in the guest room was tasteful and still noticeably expensive, if the rugs were made of real fur (there was no doubt) and the paintings on the walls authentic (again, very likely). The bed though, boggled him. It had to be specially ordered and made, as there was just no way it was merely a king sized bed. The idea that this was just a guest room bed had him nearly dizzy with questions about the other prominent members of the house but he ignored it when he saw the luggage nicely stacked on top of each other on the black and white sheeted bed. Ulquiorra waited for him to respond patiently, as though understanding how much in awe Ichigo was.

Breaking out of his shock, Ichigo started and thanked the silent male. Ulquiorra shook his head, as though it was normal to have average middle income kids spend the weekend at their house. Though….given the method in which they met the Aizen boys…it wasn't so farfetched an idea. At the same time, it left a bad taste in Ichigo's mouth, but he refused to delve further into thought in front of Ulquiorra. "I guess I better get these to Shiro." He stated lamely. Ulquiorra nodded once again. "By the way, I told him about your project. He was confused, but he really seems interested." He added. Ulquiorra blinked, surprised. Not many were interested in his own interests, and here were two people (one more understanding than the other) who showed interest in reading horror books and bioengineering. He couldn't describe the feelings he was experiencing today, but he knew they were….pleasant.

"I am….pleased to see you two are finding common ground with both of us here." He smiled softly, before looking to his watch. "Father will most likely wish to have dinner early tonight in order to make time to properly meet you both." At Ichigo's inquisitive expression, he continued. "He is going to be at a late night meeting in Tokyo at seven, so he will need to leave two hours early. I suggest you wear something…..white, to gain his better judgment." He suggested. Ichigo frowned.

"What does he have against color?" he asked, some of his former anger against the patriarch of the family resurfacing. Ulquiorra cringed. "I'm sorry, but that doesn't seem right. I feel like your personal floor is the only one with actual color to it! What gives?" he asked. Ulquiorra looked down.

"Father likes the impression of perfect order. White is perfection. White is clean. White is the foundation of order." He stated, though it sounded as though it was drilled into his head, like he was brainwashed into saying those statements. It burned Ichigo, now knowing why Ulquiorra continued to be stony in his own house; he felt like he was one of those rules. He had to be perfect and clean and the proper son. It wasn't fair to drill such lies into a kid, it was no wonder he constantly brought up his albinism. He thought it pleased his father. Ichigo gently grasped Ulquiorra's shoulder.

"You have inky black hair, and bright green eyes, Ulquiorra-san. You don't have to act as though you are one with this house." He stated firmly, looking deep into those startled emerald eyes. He left him then, to grab some clothes for his brother (a pair of black slacks, socks, and a form fitting pale blue long sleeve shirt) and set off for Ulquiorra's bathroom again.

That was the first time anyone had ever said anything like that to him. Well, Shiro and Grimmjow have certainly had their ways of saying such points but….until now, he never actually listened. All three of them, Grimmjow's being the most reoccurring over the years, with their advice and attempts to comfort him flooded him at once.

In the solitude of the unoccupied guestroom, Ulquiorra smiled brightly for the first time in ages.

****Later that night****

Lord Aizen did in fact call for dinner to be early that night, and the Kurosaki twins squirmed uncomfortably as they followed the two heirs to the dining room. Ichigo had shed his school uniform and put on a red button down and tan khakis. Shiro decided to emulate his twin, sticking with the black slacks but wearing a light green button down. This caused him to wink constantly at Ulquiorra, as though reminding him of his bright green eyes. Ulquiorra, given his sudden revelation but a few hours ago, would blush profusely and walked ahead of the others until his coloring faded away.

The Aizen boys had changed as well. They wore similar outfits of white and black, Ulquiorra's being more modest with a high neck whereas Grimmjow's cut off at his ribs and bared his stomach. They explained earlier that these were traditional custom made outfits based on an ancient swords art society that they were born into, and that they were supposed to be worn to family meals, which was only at dinner for the Aizen family.

Nelliel met up with them halfway, wearing a child's version of the traditional outfit. She happily cuddled with both of the Kurosaki twins, ultimately demanding Ichigo give her a piggyback ride which he couldn't deny. Once they arrived at the dining room, however, she squirmed and kicked her way off of him once she caught sight of her father. She squealed and flung herself towards him with a happy cry of "Daddy!" as he easily caught her.

The twins took this time to glance around the dining room. It was surprisingly….not all white. The carpeting was dark red, and the table was a deep mahogany. Forms of art surrounded the room, all probably priceless. The chairs were white, however, and as were the walls. Still, the change in style was appreciated, especially to the twins and Ulquiorra. Another thing the twins noticed was that the table wasn't huge. In fact, it was almost normal sized, like their own table…well, maybe a little larger. But the room and table were definitely smaller than other rooms in the house. It felt cozier, intimate even. Ichigo's focus went back to the patriarch of the family.

He wore an outfit similar to his sons and daughter, but it had a proper haori and a long white robe that reached the tips of his hakamas. He looked very happy holding his giggling daughter as he bent onto one knee to reach her level when he caught her. In that moment he didn't look like a man who would blackmail another man to kidnap random kids to force them into relationships with his sons. Ichigo's frown softened; if he hadn't done it though, it might have just been another boring weekend home and poor Ulquiorra would be stuck without a friend to talk about bioengineering with.

And you would have never seen a wet, shirtless Grimmjow, a sneaky voice in his head added thoughtfully. Ichigo blanched and banished the thoughts from his head. But of course, the image of Grimmjow dripping wet in the hallway flashed through his mind once again and he had to will himself not to blush.

Aizen softly placed his hyper daughter down and lightly pushed her towards her seat. He stood to full height and smiled to the remaining four boys. "Welcome back to our home, Kurosaki Shiro and Ichigo." Aizen began, his voice deep and calming. Ichigo and Shiro respectfully bowed low to him. "I am most pleased you decided to spend the weekend with my sons." A small sound that sounded suspiciously like a little girl clearing her throat interrupted him and he smiled. "As well as my daughter." He clarified. "I must apologize in advanced, but I shall be taking leave not long after dinner. Please excuse my absence in the meantime and make yourselves at home." He then gave a knowing glance to his children.

Grimmjow and Ulquiorra immediately went to their seats. The twins followed suit, Ichigo sitting next to Grimmjow and across from Ulquiorra, and Shiro doing the mirror opposite. Nel sat next to her eldest brother and Lord Aizen, her seat aided by a booster underneath. Aizen sat at the head of the table. Both twins quietly noted the empty seat at the opposite end of the table and said nothing.

Prior to changing out of his clothes, Ichigo warned Shiro about the dinner and knew they would be served by the servants. In order to not seem so out of place, he suggested they pretend they were eating out at a restaurant. Sure enough, three servants came forward with trays in each hand. A fourth servant came forward with a deep red wine for Aizen. The boys quietly thanked the servants for their meals, a steak dinner of all things, and waited for Aizen to make the first move. He did not fail to notice this.

"You two are very traditional it appears." He noted, lifting his wine glass and taking a small sip. Ichigo smiled sheepishly, Shiro merely shrugged. "I must say, you two are very unique for identical twins." He commented, as the rest of the family began to eat their own meals. Ichigo swallowed his mouthful of steak and smiled once again.

"Thank you. We've been told that by several different people. 'Complete opposites' they call us." He admitted. Shiro snickered.

"Yeah, he got all the brains…..and I guess I got the rest." He stated plainly, causing a snort of laughter from Grimmjow and Nel by default in seeing her big brother laugh. Aizen frowned at his son for being so uncouth at the table but said nothing. Ulquiorra smiled softly.

"Yes. But it is brains that are currently more valuable than brute strength is it not?" he asked rhetorically, calmly cutting into his steak while ignoring the looks of irritation from both his brother and the albino next to him. "Which reminds me father, I have found a kindred spirit with Ichigo-san. He and I share the same interest in bioengineering. We discussed sections of my current project." He stated.

Aizen looked intrigued. "Oh, you understand molecular electronics? That is very impressive Ichigo-kun. I am glad Ulquiorra was able to find a friend who shares such a desire for knowledge with him. And how about you, Shiro-kun?" he turned his attention towards the younger twin. "What field of study are you most interested in?" he asked politely, taking another sip from his glass.

Shiro was prepared for this, however, and he simply smiled back, civilly of course. "I'm a little torn between archeology and geology. While I'm admittingly not as smart as my brother, I tend ta be interested in the history of the world, so ta speak. If all else fails though, I could easily become a doctor with my father's influence." He admitted, which was true; he had expressed interest in maybe following his parents' footsteps and becoming a doctor. Plus, it was always entertaining to see people's expressions when he told them his intended majors of choice and it didn't fail tonight; both Grimmjow and Ulquiorra were surprised by his love of geo-history.

"That's rather impressive goals you have in mind. To both of you, actually." Aizen praised. "Very few people so young know what they wish to be when they are grown up." He noted, before turning his attention to his youngest child, who was having difficulty cutting her steak and was resorting to stabbing at it with the steak knife. "Now, Nelliel, you know better than to handle a knife like that. It's dangerous, you could hurt yourself." He scolded lightly, as he pulled her plate away. The shocking thing was, he didn't ask a servant to cut her food. Rather, he cut it into little-girl-bite-sized pieces himself. Nel, whether at having her full name used or not being permitted to cut up her own food, pouted with her little lip poking out prominently.

Ichigo was still very confused as to how a man could have random strangers kidnapped and be assed to care, and yet be loving and caring to his children….or at least Nel. It was rather odd, but then again, this whole family was. Grimmjow snickered at his baby sister's pout before he ruffled up her already messy sea green hair.

"Don't worry about it Nel. One day you'll be a grown up." He taunted, causing her lip to jut forward even more, and causing another round of laughter from both him and Shiro, who found her expression hilarious. Hell, even Ichigo and Ulquiorra was smiling softly behind his hand, the only proof being the warmth showing in his eyes. Aizen tutted at his children.

"Nonsense, Nel, remain a child as long as you can. Years go by too fast. Far too fast." He stated, his eyes glazing over a bit as he stared at his oldest children, pain flashing through his eyes but quickly masked before anyone at the table could truly notice. He set her plate before her and she happily continued eating. "I'm afraid I must prepare for my upcoming meeting; please excuse my abrupt absence." He apologized. "Grimmjow, take care than Nel is in bed on time tonight." He stated, as he rose up from his chair. Grimmjow groaned quietly; Nel was 100% pure energy, it will take forever to get her to willingly go to bed.

"Have a safe flight Father." Ulquiorra stated, before taking a sip from his water. Grimmjow absentmindedly waved goodbye to his father before returning to his own meal. The twins thanked him for his hospitality and he was on his way. Nel cheerfully waved goodbye to her daddy with cheeks full of food. Aizen resisted the urge to roll his eyes, but nonetheless left the children to finish their meals.

"Does yer dad go to a lot of these meeting things?" Shiro asked once they had all finished their food and headed to the game room. Nel bounced happily on his shoulders. She really took to the twins, and apparently having someone give her a piggyback ride was a big deal, said Grimmjow.

"Daddy's gots a lot of importhant things ta do in Tokyo. He's a bisthness man." She stated happily. Shiro hid his growing smirk at her speech impediment. Ichigo made a noise of interest.

"Oh, what kind of business man?" he asked, playing along. She shrugged.

"Nel, we have discussed this; Father is a lawyer. His business is very important, and very highly regarded." Ulquiorra reminded her. Grimmjow rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, so important he's gonna try and make us take over the 'family' business." He muttered, kicking the door open harder than necessary. Ichigo noted, with amusement, that the game room was still in the same shape as it was yesterday. Grimmjow muttered a light curse word under his breath since his baby sister was within hearing range. Ulquiorra stared at his elder brother blankly.

"You forgot to have this cleaned up?" he asked his brother dryly. Grimmjow sent him a withering glare. Ichigo chuckled at the irritated siblings as he bent down to lift an upended sofa. Three pairs of eyes followed his backside; two pairs with lust and one pair with curiosity. "I'm not going to be the only one to clean up your room." He threatened to the Aizen siblings.

Nel squealed and tried to lift a large chair on her own. Ulquiorra took mercy on her and assisted her in lifting it, pretending she did most of the work. With a sigh, the other two still standing in the hallway gave in and helped reset the room to proper order.

****Three hours later****

"Darn it Nel get back here!" Grimmjow snapped, feeling a vein throb in his forehead. Nel squealed and scampered away from her furious eldest brother and hid under a couch that Ulquiorra and Ichigo were rest on. At the twin threatening glares he received he did not dare try and move them and groaned. "Nel!" he snapped, feeling even angrier than ever and really wishing he could just curse right now. Ichigo sighed.

"You really aren't good at putting kids to sleep you know." He stated from where he was on the couch, his controller not missing a beat as he battled Ulquiorra in a martial arts game. Shiro was keeping himself occupied cheering for whoever was winning, switching sides constantly much to his twin brother's annoyance. Grimmjow gnashed his teeth together; why the hell was he the one in charge of taking her to bed? He sucked at putting her to bed and his father knew it.

"Nel….you need your sleep so you can grow big." He tried, his voice still harsh but definitely softer than before. At the snappy 'No!', however, he was back to being furious once again. Ichigo sighed at the display.

"Oi, Shiro, take my place." He ordered, tossing the controller to his twin who caught it on reflex. He held up a hand in order to silence the ultramarine male who almost started when he got up from the couch. He crouched down and looked underneath. "Hey Nel, wanna play a new game with me?" he asked. Shiro, understanding dawning over his face, made a motion for Grimmjow not to move. "I promise your big mean brother won't try and stop you from playing." He vowed, his voice light and calm. Slowly, a little mess of green hair popped out just slightly from under the couch to glare at her brother. At Ichigo's pointed look he threw his hands up in the air and turned away from them, grumbling under his breath. Tentatively Nel crawled out from the couch and stared at him expectantly.

"What kinda game are we pwaying Iysugo-san?" She asked her eyes bright with bubbling curiosity. Ichigo smiled kindly.

"The extreme all-bets-off quiet game." He stated. At the words quiet game, Nel's expression darkened. "It's like a normal quiet game." He quickly promised. "Whoever loses has to do whatever the winner wants them to do. That's where the all-bets-off part comes in. It can be pretty extreme; I remember losing to my sister Karin once and had to wear her old Halloween costume and buy her a drink from a convenience store." He lied, but it still caused a round of laughter from Shiro and Grimmjow respectively. Nel grinned.

"So if I win the game, Iysugo-san gots ta do whatever I tells him to?" she asked. When Ichigo nodded, and even offered his hand, she was determined to win. After all, it had to be an important promise if he was going to shake her hand.

"Good. So here's how it goes; you and I are gonna lie down on the couch over there," he pointed to a pure white couch at the very end of the room, which was a good distance from the TV. "We are going to try and stay quiet for seven minutes. If either of us makes any noises, such as sneezing, laughing, or coughing, it counts. So no matter what, you do not want to make a noise." He said seriously as they walked over to the couch.

Grimmjow was sorely confused; what the hell was Ichigo doing? Nel sucked at the quiet game, even with incentives like infinite dares. More importantly, he was trying to get her to bed. Shiro elbowed him in the side as he brooded. The albino twin gave him a knowing look.

'Trust him; he knows what he's doing.' The boy mouthed to him. With a sigh he relented and watched Ichigo and Nel from the corner of his eye. Shiro turned to his brother. "Ya want me ta set the timer fer the game, King?" he called. Ichigo nodded and he winked. "Okay, putting seven minutes fer each of ya on the timer." He called out, but instead put fourteen minutes. Ulquiorra and Grimmjow raised their eyebrows at the antics of the twins; the video game long since forgotten about.

"Oh Nel, I almost forgot; the best way I play this game is if I close my eyes so nothing can distract me. You should try it." Ichigo offered, to which the young girl agreed immediately, and flopped down onto the couch and closed her eyes. "Alright Shiro start the clock." He added, lying down next to her and closing his eyes.

"Alrighty; the game starts in three….two….one….start!" Shiro shouted; triggering the timer. Ulquiorra leaned closer to the other albino male giving him a piercing look that clearly asked; what is going on? Shiro motioned Grimmjow to come closer as well so Nel wouldn't be able to hear. "Ichigo and I used ta babysit our neighbor's kids fer them to make quick money fer birthday gifts and stuff. They were really bratty and refused ta go ta bed when we told them to, like Nel is with you guys. King came up with the idea of the 'extreme quiet game' after getting fed up with them. He lets them win the first time, and then they do the game again, but they end up really trying to make sure they win again and focus all their energy on thinking about nuthin' and being quiet. It makes them fall asleep." He explained.

Grimmjow and Ulquiorra were dubious at first about it working on Nel; she simply did not have the patience to stay still for too long. Suddenly, Ichigo coughed and, after giving her a piggyback ride around the entire first floor, they did the game again and she was sound asleep when the timer went off. Both twins shared an equally smug look on their faces as Grimmjow carried Nel into her room with an incredulous look on his face. Ulquiorra bowed low to them and thanked them for their ingenuity.

Grimmjow returned from the ridiculously pink room with a shake of his head. Ichigo smirked. "Now that you've done that, we really aren't going to let you two leave without a fight." He admitted honestly, causing Ichigo to blush slightly and Shiro to cackle that he wasn't planning on allowing them to kick him out either (causing Ulquiorra to groan internally).

After a few hours of casually talking about different subjects in the study, the four boys admitted it was time to head to bed. There would be time to continue their conversations and antics tomorrow. Shiro sighed in bliss as he slid into the irresistibly soft and warm bedding. Ichigo was almost inclined to agree; there was no way his bed back at home would ever feel comfortable ever again after experiencing such perfection.

"Ya like it so far King?" Shiro asked quietly, his eyelids growing heavy even as he turned over to look at his equally tired brother. Ichigo yawned softly.

"It's definitely interesting. I can't say it will easy seeing how they live in comparison to our own lives but….I really don't want to. I don't care how wealthy they are. I'm pretty sure we'd like them just as much or even more if they were closer to our income level." He stated, his eyes slowly closing. Shiro smirked.

"Ya like em huh? So yer sayin' ya also like Grimmjow?" he asked coyly. Ichigo's eyes snapped open as a bright blush covered his face. He hit his obnoxious brother over the head with a fluffy down pillow.

"Shut up you bastard." He mumbled, feeling his flush fade away as he turned away from his snickering little brother. He hated to admit it, but Grimmjow was pretty attractive. It didn't help that he wasn't just a muscle bound moron who liked to fight; he admitted to having an interest in politics. Still….the lecherous jerk was not going to get his way just because there were more layers to him than originally thought. As the comforting sensation of sleep overcame him, Ichigo allowed that thought to become a self-made promise.

********Author Notes******

This is a real project being studied. I take no credit in making the name, description, or even knowing what the hell it actually does. I just wanted a really cool project for Ulquiorra to have and show how smart he was.

There is a school in America that is actually studying this experiment. It is the University of South Hampton. If you are interested in the theory, simply look up Molecular Electronics and Neural Networking and it should be the first link.

S: Sheesh kid, ya trying ta make everyone smarter by using real science shit?

AWTG: -_- No Shiro….I'm trying to make the story somewhat realistic. Anyhoo, the next chapter will be one to be on the edge of your toes. I shall release a spoiler;

ULQUIORRA UNWITTINGLY ADMITS HIS FEELINGS TO SHIRO

S: Yaaaaaaay! *Does happy dance*

U: o_e But….authoress-sama….that doesn't mean….

AWTG: Oh yes it does. IT'S A DOUBLE IMPLICATION. Does Ulqui-chan admit his feels for his BROTHER or for SHIRO? It will certainly be one for history my friends. Keep reviewing and HAPPY TURKEY DAY in the US of A!