A/N: Thank to the wonderful miszxbrii and Myra Cifer for giving me ideas, and thanks again to miszxbrii for Beta'ing (and for making me rewrite this).
Bachelors Game: And the winner is...?
"I choose…contestant number three." Urahara sighed. Of all the people you could have chosen. He glanced at the first two curtains. Not that there was much of a selection. Quickly schooling his features, he snapped his fan closed and got back into character.
"Let's see who contestant number three is…" Urahara's voice boomed over the loud speakers. Ichigo watched as he curtain was raised to reveal…Aizen.
The man was seated comfortable in a metal chair, one leg crossed over the other with a hand resting on his knee and his other arm on the chair resting his chin on his fist. A pleased smile was on his face as he listened to the crowd's unhappy responses and hisses. His eyes ran slowly over the crowd, almost as if he were savoring it before they landed on Ichigo. His grin grew wider, letting his hand fall. He pushed himself upwards and out of the chair.
Ichigo said nothing as the man walked forward. Instead his eyes were drawn down the man's clothing. Aizen was wearing a simple summer yukata, a soft pale yellow with plum colored hems. He gave Urahara a questioning look, not noticing the expression on Urahara's face as he gazed at Aizen.
Leaning in the man whispered quietly. "All of the contestants were told to wear something simple, we thought it was best if you didn't have to worry about being seen with someone wearing a captain's haori."
Urahara looked up to see Aizen smirking at him, almost as if to say, 'look whom the boy chose, me'. Urahara glared at Aizen, who just raised an eyebrow. Provoked, Urahara bent close to Ichigo and whispered softly, "all right now Ichigo-kun, Aizen-san has already made plans for your date, so the two of you will have the rest of the day to yourselves." He glanced up briefly and his eyes coldly met brown. Taking a deep breath he continued. "If you are worried in any way," pulling out a denreishinki Urahara handed it over. "Use this to call me."
Ichigo took the cell phone from him, a small frown pulling at his face. He turned the cell phone over to see a Chappy the bunny charm hanging off of one side. "Is this Rukia's?" Straightening, Urahara grinned down at him.
"Don't worry I'm sure she won't miss it." Ichigo gave him a blank look. Sighing, Urahara gently nudged Ichigo forward. "Go on, you have a date with Aizen-san." Nodding weakly, Ichigo placed the phone in his back pocket.
Ignoring the crowd's discontent, Aizen walked forward. "Are you ready to come with me Ichigo-kun?" Aizen held his hand out, waiting for Ichigo to take it. Ichigo took a deep breath and nodded. He was about to take the offered hand when suddenly fear and anxiety rose within him. He wondered if he had chosen the wrong person. He glanced over at the other curtains that were now open but with no one in them. I have made my decision and I need to live with it. Having steeled himself, Ichigo smiled warmly at the man and took his hand.
Hiding his grin, Aizen led Ichigo out of the Central 46 building and into the street. "I am quite surprised you chose me Ichigo-kun. May I inquire as to what cemented your conviction that I was the correct choice?" Ichigo shrugged.
"Your answers attracted me."
"Is that all that attracted you?" Ichigo sputtered. He stopped walking, causing Aizen to also stop or risk losing his date in the afternoon crowd.
"T-that's not what I meant!" Ichigo practically screeched it, only to regret it a second later when the shinigami around them stopped what they were doing to see what was going on. Eyes widened, when they took in the appearance of Aizen Sousuke and Ichigo Kurosaki standing together in the street.
"I think we should get to our destination before we are attacked by well meaning but idiotic citizens."
Aizen led him in the direction of the 1st division. Still pissed and completely embarrassed, Ichigo refused to speak to the man. Said man thought the silent treatment was a little childish of the boy, but he stilled his thoughts. Ichigo was a boy, a seventeen year old. In soul society he would be considered a child.
"You know Ichigo-kun-"
"Ichigo." Aizen blinked at being cut off.
"Pardon me?"
"Call me Ichigo, we are supposed to go on a date, right?" Tilting his head up slightly, Ichigo didn't notice the cute pose he had just struck, but Aizen did. Smiling, he leaned in enjoying the way Ichigo's eyes widened and he tried to backtrack only to hit a wall.
"Indeed we are, Ichigo," he purred. Leaning in the rest of the way he slid his hands up the boys sides, loving the way Ichigo's mouth opened slightly. Hands came up and pushed against his chest, but he didn't stop. Pushing forward the last few inches, he brushed his lips across the boys.
"Wait I-" He didn't let him finish, pressing his lips fully against the boys, he moved them slowly, coaxing Ichigo into reciprocating. Whimpering beneath him, Ichigo tried to keep his mouth shut but the man was persistent. Biting down on the boy's bottom lip he immediately shoved his tongue inside when the boy cried out. Grinning Aizen swept his tongue across Ichigo's, hoping to entice him into responding.
Ichigo moaned as the hot muscle swept over his. Pushing his tongue against the large males, he allowed his to tangle with the others. Aizen started to pull away and Ichigo pushed himself forwards, trying to follow, but to his surprise and annoyance, Aizen pulled away.
"I hope you didn't mind the detour," Aizen smirked as he drew back allowing Ichigo room to move about, although it didn't look like the boy wanted to at the moment. Eyes slid downward and his smirk grew. "Although I don't think you did." Blushing, Ichigo tugged at the front of his shirt, completely embarrassed he had grown hard.
"Well then, shall we go and see to the rest of our date?" Nodding weakly, Ichigo followed quickly behind.
Aizen walked past the shinigami on duty, ignoring them as they glared at him. Ichigo was surprised and pleased when many of them called out a greeting towards him though.
"Memory is a funny thing," Aizen said softly. Ichigo didn't catch what he said next as he waved to another guard on duty. They walked up some steps leading to the division's main building when Aizen stopped.
"For the date I planned for us, we will have to change our clothing." Ichigo stopped, annoyance rising within him.
"Why can't I wear this?" He gestured to himself. He didn't think a long sleeved blue shirt with a white short sleeved shirt over it that had a red and blue insignia on it along with blue, white, and red sneakers made him look bad, he actually though he looked pretty damn good. Aizen flicked his gaze over the boy in contempt.
"Where we are going they don't allow just anyone to enter." Ichigo frowned, not liking that explanation.
"Where are we going?"
"I would like for that to remain a surprise." Ichigo's expression grew hard and Aizen quickly went on. "At least for a little while." Taking the last steps into the building he picked up a long and thin white box that was sitting on a table next to an identical white box. "This one is for you." Ichigo glanced down at the box in annoyance. Grumbling to himself, he took it. "Your dressing room is that way." He pointed off towards the side where a door was halfway open. "Don't open it until you get to your dressing room." Grabbing his own box he left, going down the opposite way to his own dressing room.
Ichigo frowned down at the box in his hands. Sighing he turned down the hallway and towards the half-open door and nudged it open, spotting a bench. Placing the box on the bench, he pulled his cell phone out and set it on the bench as well before going back to the door and locking it.
Turning back around, Ichigo surveyed the room. There wasn't much to it other than a wilting semi-green fern, a long low bench facing a large mirror. Inspection done, Ichigo turned his attention to the box and its contents. Pulling the top off the box, he blinked in surprise when he spotted what looked to be a dark grey suit made for him. Pulling out the overcoat he had to admit it was a nice color, but would it fit?
Only one way to find out. Unbuttoning his shirt, Ichigo rooted around in the box and pulled out a dark red button down. He smiled enjoying the color and feel of the silk shirt as he ran his hands over it. Setting it down next to the box, he unzipped his pants and quickly pulled them off, now in only his underwear and a wife beater he grabbed the shirt and started getting dressed. He wanted badly to look in the mirror, but figured it would be more interesting to see the finished product rather than each piece by themselves.
Pulling up the red shirt he pulled it on and buttoned it up. Grabbing the pants he pulled them up, slightly disgruntled to see they fit him perfectly. Grabbing the suit jacket, he held it up, it looked like it would fit him perfectly.
"How did they get my measurements?" he wondered aloud.
"Gin was always good with that." Ichigo was startled when he heard Aizen's voice behind him, whirling around, his eyes widened when he found himself looking at the man in person. Aizen stood behind him already dressed in a dark red shirt and white suit that had not been buttoned the whole way, showing off his chest.
"How long have you been standing there?" Ichigo glanced at the door. I thought I locked it! He was suddenly surprised when Aizen started walking towards him. He gulped and watched with half-lidded eyes as Aizen leaned in, not noticing he was tilting his head up slightly.
Smirking Aizen pinned Ichigo to the wall placing his hands on either side of the boy's body. "Do you want this?" Ichigo shivered when he felt lips run over his throat lightly. Leaning his head back against the wall Ichigo arched as the man lightly nipped his throat. Soft moans were spilling from his mouth as Aizen slowly nipped and kissed his way downwards. Eyes widened as his shirt was unbuttoned and pushed out of the way.
"Aizen, not here." He man ignored him and continued on with what he was doing. Blushing Ichigo looked up only to startle when he noticed the door was wide open. "The door's open!" Shoving Aizen away Ichigo hastily redid his shirt back up. Aizen sighed watching in annoyance as the boys chest was being hidden from view.
"You don't need to worry; no one comes this way very often." Ichigo glared at the composed look on Aizens face.
"I'd rather not be seen by the other shinigami looking like…" He trailed off, the humiliation he would feel if he was ever seen.
"You've just been fucked." Mouth gaping, Ichigo just stared in surprise as Aizen tugged lightly on his cuffs. "I don't think you would need to worry too much, I'm sure if anyone saw you they would think you look handsome wearing a Gino Valentino suit, it fits you perfectly." He breathed it out, knowing his husky voice would causing a reaction in the boy, and judging by the way he pulled on his suit it did just that.
Smirking, Aizen turned away, eyes already taking in the position Ichigo had put himself in. "I knew it would look great on you." Ichigo willed his erection to go down, he should have been beyond this stage at the age he was now. What the hell was wrong with him? He wasn't some horny teenager. Ignoring the man before him, he pulled on his coat.
"Is that what it is?" He blinked when Aizen straitened the coat on him. "What is yours?"
"A Bianco Brioni." He smiled at Ichigo. They boy wondered if he was supposed to know who that was. "We need to head over to the Sokyoku unless we want to be late."
Nodding, Ichigo followed Aizen out of the room and towards the Sokyoku.
"I hope you don't mind. I decided to take our date to the real world."
"The real world?" Ichigo asked, puzzled.
"I only thought it prudent. I am sure you don't want Soul Society to hang over our every move as they would if we had our date here?"
"Oh, sorry, I was uh-" Ichigo rubbed the back of his head suddenly afraid he had hurt Aizen's feelings, but looking at him he was only met with a smile.
"I know you are probably wary of me based on my actions," That's an understatement, Ichigo thought. "But I would like to prove to you that I have more to me than meets the eye." Smirking, Aizen led him to an open Senkaimon. Giving him a puzzled glance, Ichigo gazed wearily into the light, noting it looked almost like the Senkaimon he had first seen when Byakuya and Renji came to take Rukia away.
"I was given a personal Senkaimon to use for our trip, I hope you don't mind?" Ichigo shook his head, watching as Aizen lifted a hand and a hell butterfly landed on his outstretched finger.
Aizen frowned as he listened to the message Soutaichou left for him before sighing. It was all very bothersome really, having to go through this much security when he couldn't even access his powers. His eyes were unconsciously drawn towards the bracelets on his wrists. Not only were there four people from the Special Ops to watch them but also Soi Fon herself to make sure he didn't do anything the boy wouldn't want. Annoyed, he looked away from the hell butterfly and smiled at his date.
"Shall we go then?" He indicated the Senkaimon and held out his other hand palm up. Ichigo took it, trying not to think about what had happened last time he had used a Senkaimon.
They took a step into the Senkaimon and Ichigo took a deep breath getting ready to run for it only to hesitate at what he saw, or at least didn't see. Instead of dark rocks rising on both side and a tiny light that led out to the real world at the far end, a brightly lit hallway stretched out before him. It had wooden floors, a shoji screen paneling on the walls, and at the far end of the hallway was another set of door leading to the real world.
"I was given permission to use the Kuchiki family Senkaimon." Ichigo jolted when he felt hot breath on his ear. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." Ichigo glared at him. You don't look it. Indeed, Aizen had a smirk on his face even as he apologized. This man is going to be the death of me. "Shall we?" Turning, Aizen started walking down the hallway, gently pulling Ichigo along so they walked side by side.
"I thought you would like it better if we had our date somewhere other than Karakura,"
"That's thoughtful of you."
"Yes well, your friends actions tend to run along 'shoot first, ask questions later'."
"I know, and I would hate for them to shoot first then make sure you're really dead." Ichigo said playfully.
"You have an interesting sense of humor."
"I do try." Ichigo smirked as Aizen chuckled.
They made it to the doorway of the Senkaimon and stepped through and into a crowded street. Ichigo looked around in wonderment at the tall skyscrapers and packed streets. "Where are we?" It was starting to get dark but Ichigo didn't recognize any of the skyscrapers around him.
"In Tokyo, at the Cerulean Tower. The restaurant we will be going to is on the fortieth floor." Ichigo looked behind him to see the tower Aizen was speaking of and found his gaze slowly going upward. The building was huge. It looked to be almost fifty stories. Surprised, he looked at Aizen.
"Whoa, where did you get a reservation for?"
"The Coucagno." Ichigo frowned. The place didn't ring a bell. "It's a French restaurant on the top floor." Aizen explained. He smirked when he spotted Ichigo trying hard not to look around too much. Although he had to admit, for a seventeen year old boy to be able to come to the Cerulean Towers was a feat on itself, especially since he was from a poorer town. Walking forward he placed his hand on the boy's shoulder and gently steered him towards the lobby doors. They were greeted by the receptionist who pointed them towards the elevators when Aizen made himself and their reservation known.
Thankfully an elevator was already open and empty. Pressing the 40th floor button Aizen stood back and waited. The door slid shut with a soft clink and the elevator was off.
Ichigo fidgeted in the silence, his eyes subconsciously going towards Aizen.
"Is something the matter?" Ichigo jolted.
"N-no, I was just wondering…" Aizen turned his attention towards the boy.
"You can ask me anything you want."
"Anything?" Ichigo smiled playfully and leaned against the lacquered wood of the elevator. "Alright then, what hobbies do you enjoy?"
"I enjoy calligraphy and tea . What about yourself? What hobbies do you enjoy?" Surprised, Ichigo glanced over to the side to see Aizen watching him, something indescribable in his eyes.
"Hobbies," Ichigo looked surprised for a moment. "I like reading Shakespeare…" Ichigo trailed off, not really knowing what else to say about himself. Aizen raised an eyebrow.
"Really, what is your favorite play?"
"Not sure, I like all of them, but I would have to my favorite might be a Midsummer's Night Dream."
"Oh, so do you prefer comedies?"
"No, I also like tragedies if they are done well." It grew silent as the two of them contemplated each other. Glancing up at the floor number Ichigo was surprised to see they were already at the 28th floor. "Aizen-"
"You can just call me Sousuke."
"Sousuke." Ichigo felt weird calling him that, but he did have to admit, it would seem even weirder calling him Aizen if they were dating. "Why did you agree to do this?" Not know what to say Ichigo waved a hand about.
"I wanted to-" The ding of the elevator cut him off before Aizen could finish and the door slid silently open. "I hope you don't mind me answering that question another time?" Smiling, Aizen led him out of the elevator and into a hallway that branched off into two directions. Aizen went left, leading Ichigo to a doorway where a smiling woman greeted them.
"Welcome to the Coucagno. Do you have a reservation for tonight?"
"Yes, booked under Sousuke." The woman nodded. "Right this way." Grabbing two menus, she led them into the restaurant. The place was very simple in varying shades of white, brown and black, plush seats sat around cloth-covered tables facing a panoramic view of the city. Ichigo couldn't stop his mouth from falling open as he gazed out at the city. Dusk had fallen and the skyline was filled with sparkling lights from the windows of the skyscrapers. The beauty of the view took his breath away. He stared silently at the city until his eyes caught a white mass in the far corner of the room.
"You can see Mount Fuji from here!" He stopped and stared at it for a second. "That is Mount Fuji, right?" The woman laughed.
"Yes it is." She set down the menus at a table. "Your server will be with you momentarily." Smiling, she walked away.
"Sit down, Ichigo," Ichigo pulled out his chair and gracefully sank into it. "It's amazing, Sousuke." Aizen couldn't help but smile at how easy Ichigo was saying his name now.
"I'm glad." Aizen opened his menu and read over it. Copying him, Ichigo opened up his menu and immediately blanched when he noticed it was all in French. Noting this, Aizen set his down.
"I can order for us if you want." Ichigo nodded stiffly and set the menu down. "Is there anything particular you would like or would you like to be adventurous and try out a few new things?" Ichigo couldn't stop the grin.
"Let's be adventurous tonight." They smiled at one another and to Ichigo's surprise and pleasure (he would deny it later), Aizen slipped his hand out and lightly touched his, slightly caressing the back of it. They were interrupted by the arrival of their waiter.
"Hello, my name is Aoi and I will be your server today." Aizen sighed but pulled his hand away and turned his attention to the young man who had interrupted them. He was handsome with short messy black hair that was tied back behind him in a short ponytail. "Have you decided or do you need more time?" the waiter asked.
"We will take the chef's special." Aizen pushed the menu away. The waiter looked surprised for a moment before he nodded and spoke quickly.
"The Chef's Special has five courses and an after dinner course." Ichigo was now confused. An after dinner course? "We start off with an Amuse bouche. The is an appetizer of a Bouillabaisse house style, afterward is the fish dish which is a carpaccio of fresh fish in a shallot dressing and confit of lemon juices, then is the meat course with either a Pan-fried foie gras flavored framboise and pistachio on a bed of compoted vegetables and citrus fruits, or a Roasted fillet of japanese beef with a côtes du rhône wine sauce and seasonal vegetables." Here the waiter paused and waited patiently.
"We will take one of each." Ichigo was already lost and let Aizen chose. The waiter nodded and spoke again. "We will end with an Avant dessert, which is your choice of a Grapefruit of mousse, meringue and litchi jelly with lemon and litchi sherbet or a Cheese mousse and candy, with red fruits and griotte cherry sherbet." The waiter gave them an expectant look.
"We will take both." Nodding, the waiter started back up.
"It is finished with Coffee, tea or fresh herbs tea and petits fours." Another expected look. Ichigo tried to hide his smile, but he knew he was failing.
"Fresh herbs tea," Nodding again the waiter was about to leave when Aizen continued, "We will take a bottle of Cuvée Dom Pérignon." The waiter hesitated, his gaze flickering towards Ichigo before he nodded and left the two of them to themselves.
Ichigo glanced out the window again, a slight smile on his face. Aizen watched him, enjoying the way the light traveled over his face in the dim lighting of the restaurant. He didn't look away even when the waiter came back with the bottle of champagne and two glasses. Ichigo looked surprised when he was poured one, but didn't comment on it. The waiter left again, leaving them alone. Taking a sip of the wine, Aizen enjoyed the taste of it. Setting his glass down, he spoke, watching as Ichigo turned towards him.
"Later I have planned for us to see a Noh play." Ichigo touched his glass and picking it up took a large sip. He wrinkled his nose at the taste of alcohol but swallowed it.
"What play?" Aizen raised an eyebrow at that. Has the boy never had alcohol, or never had champagne?
"Atsumori." Aizen blinked in surprise when the boy took another large drink of it and licked his lips. Aizen honed in on them. Luscious red lips that begged to be-
"What is it about?" Aizen tore his gaze away and looked up into liquid honey brown eyes.
"It's about a young samurai who was killed in the Genpei War. It centers mostly on him and his killer." His gaze started to slowly slide downward, trailing over his lips again before descending towards his neck and chest.
"It's a tragedy?"
"Hmm?" Distracted Aizen looked up again to see Ichigo had already finished his glass. Grabbing the bottle of champagne, Aizen filled it back up. "Yes, it centers around two people, the samurai Taira no Atsumori, and the killer Kumagai Naozane."
"Oh, where will we see it?"
"There is a Noh theater in the sublevels, after dinner we will go there." Ichigo nodded and sipped his drink again.
"You enjoy Noh plays?" Ichigo watched as the man shifted and leaned back in his seat.
"I enjoy them when they are well thought out with a good acting crew." Ichigo rolled his eyes.
"All plays are good if they have both of those qualities." Aizen just smirked and said nothing more. Just then their server came back carrying two small plates with a single cup in the center that was filled with liquid.
"This is the Chef's Amuse bouche, it is a brie and crab soup with a lobster base stock. I hope you enjoy." With that the waiter was gone again. Ichigo stared blankly at the little cup trying hard not to laugh.
"Soooo, what is this?"
"It's used by chefs to tell you a little bit about their culinary skills and what they are offering you for your meal. They usually only need one to two bites to eat." Picking up the cup, Aizen drank it down. "You should try it, it is very good."
Smiling, Ichigo picked his cup up and took a sip. He blinked in surprise and quickly drank the rest of it.
"It is good, I assume?" Aizen smiled and watched amused as Ichigo fidgeted with the empty cup.
"Yeah, it's good. I didn't think it would taste so…" He hesitated, trying to think of a word to describe it.
"Light?" Ichigo nodded.
"Yes." There was silence as each contemplated what to say next but it was thankfully broken by the arrival of their appetizer. Ichigo stared down at the soup of what looked like pieces of fish and clam swimming in a red soup. He looked up, waiting for their waiter to speak.
"This is the chef's Bouillabaisse house style, European conger with mussels and langoustine, in a tomato base stock. Please enjoy." With that he left.
"What is Bouillabaisse?" Ichigo asked as he looked back down into his soup dish.
"Bouillabaisse is traditionally a Provençal fish stew originating from the port city of Marseille, traditionally; the fish is served away from the soup."
Taking a bit, Ichigo couldn't help but smile. "It's good."
They talked about trivial things, and by the time dessert came, Ichigo was growing full. He couldn't stop the blush when Aizen insisted on feeding him a bite of his dessert. When they were finished, Aizen raised a hand and their waiter came back with the check and a tray with two empty cups and a small teapot with a small plate next to it that held four small cakes.
"Something sweet to end your day with." The waiter placed the tray down and left. Aizen smiled at Ichigo and poured him a cup of tea then himself. "Try one." Ichigo glanced over the four cakes before selecting one. He bit into it, enjoying the sweet and tangy taste of the orange flavor cake.
Aizen took the check and glanced over it before signing the bottom of it and holding it up behind him. Ichigo blinked in surprise when their waiter walked past them and quickly took it. "Have a nice evening you two." Smiling, the waiter left again.
"Shall we head down to the theater?" Ichigo nodded, excitement growing as they walked to the elevators and made their way back down the forty-two floors. They got off at the sub-basement level 2 and Ichigo followed Aizen into a large lobby where it looked like almost a hundred people conversing about.
"It's packed." Ichigo could help but notice the other theatergoers were all dressed up like themselves and were speaking to one another while drinking what looked to be wine. Ichigo found himself feeling a little out of place.
"Atsumori is a very popular play; it's no surprise the theater is packed." Ichigo gave a non-committal sound. Soon enough the doors to the theater opened and the patrons walked into the auditorium. They were directed to the third row close to the middle of the second set of seats.
Sitting down, Ichigo looked around the theater, noting the stage itself looked like an old style Japanese house with wooden step leading up to it and a screen on the back stage that had a picture of a tree on it.
The lights went down and soon everyone had settled themselves in and the room grew quiet as the play started. As the play progressed, Ichigo couldn't help but think it was amazing. He enjoyed the tragic feel to it, the sadness the actors tried to portray, the way they used the whole set to the fullest. The actors were amazing. They immersed themselves completely into their roles. Ichigo was so into it he forgot about everything else.
When the play ended Ichigo blinked in surprise. Confused, he glanced around to see most of the patrons clapping loudly.
"Did you enjoy it?" Aizen glanced at his date, a soft smile on his face when he saw the boy stand up and start clapping as the cast came out and bowed.
"Yeah, it was amazing!" Grinning, Ichigo watched as everyone started to file out. Ignoring the people around him he kissed Aizen on the cheek. "Thank you for taking me."
"It was a pleasure."Gently taking Ichigo's hand, he led him out of the packed theater. They took the stairs when it seemed the line for the elevators would take a long time. "A pity, I'm sure a heavy make-out in an elevator would have been fun." Ichigo blushed, almost missing a step on the staircase.
Opening the door to the lobby, Aizen led Ichigo out of the building and onto the street, it was dark out now, streetlights were on illuminating the people hurrying past. "Shall I take you home, or would you rather go somewhere else?" Aizen raised an eyebrow suggestively and Ichigo hesitated. On one hand, he would love to take this relationship to the next step. On the other, it felt way too soon.
"Home, if you don't mind." Ichigo sighed with relief when the man only nodded and led him to another Senkaimon. They walked through and stepped out in Karakura. Ichigo couldn't stop the smile when he spotted his house across the street.
"Thank you for giving me the chance to have a wonderful date with you, Ichigo." Aizen leaned down, smirking at the man standing across the street from him. Brushing his lips against the boy's ear he whispered softly. "Will you give me another date? Say tomorrow at around 7 o'clock?"
Ichigo nodded weakly. Grinning, Aizen broke his gaze away from the man and leaning in the rest of the way kissed Ichigo causing the boy to gasp allowing him to push his tongue inside. Ichigo moaned into the kiss, opening his mouth wider allowing Aizen more access. The click of a zanpakuto being released from its sheath made him pull away slowly. Aizen sighed regretfully, his gaze flickering back to the now angry stance of Urahara Kisuke.
"I'm sorry Ichigo, but it seems I'm not welcome anymore tonight." He turned his gaze back to Ichigo, enjoying the look of horror when the boy spotted Urahara. "I will see you tomorrow." Giving him one last kiss, Aizen was gone, flash stepping away.
Urahara glared at Aizen's retreating back before turning his gaze towards his student's inebriated state. Sighing he sheathed his sword.
"Ichigo." He stalked forward, wrinkling his nose when he smelled the alcohol on him and grabbing Ichigo's arm dragged him inside of the house. "You stupid Idiot, don't you know you can't trust that man?"
Ichigo growled and tore his arm free. "Then why the hell did you allow him to be in that dating game if you didn't want me to choose him?" Ichigo gestured wildly in the direction of where Aizen had gone towards. Urahara knew what he meant.
"I didn't think you would!" Urahara snarled.
"Well I did, so you can't say anything!" Turning, Ichigo stalked up into his home, slamming the door and ignoring the dumbfounded look on Urahara's face.
A/N: I hope this was good but if not. Shrugs. Although this was the easiest to write out of the three.