Edit: Heeey! Why didn't anyone tell me that I forgot to fill in Dr. Kurotsuchi's eye color?!

True to his words, Grimm dragged Shiro off to the lab for an examination. The invasive rectal exam went by quick despite the pinket and bluenet chatting while Shiro was bent over the table, much to his chagrin. The aliens seemed to come to some sort of agreement as Szayel finished and Grimm left after giving Shiro a kiss. The bluenet returned an hour later and they left after Szayel retrieved some sort of cream from a cabinet while Shiro but his clothing disk back on. Grimmjow swept his pet off his feet and left the lab after getting the jar of cream.

It wasn't until they were back in Grimm's room that Shiro asked what they'd talked about.

Grimmjow grunted as he removed Shiro's disk and flipped him over. He raised his hips to slide a pillow under them and began gently applying the cream in his anus. Shiro moaned from the stimulation.

"I'm gonna be going on a trip. I'll be gone for up to a week."

The albino lifted his head and looked over his shoulder at the alien who owned him. "Why? What for? Where are you going?" He tried to get up and dislodge the other's fingers, but Grimm held fast and crushed the sensitive gland within the human. "Ngyaah!" he moaned and yelped at the same time before falling still.

"Calm down, I've just been given a task that I must fulfill." He dipped his fingers in the jar and applied more cream. "I'll still be on the planet, I just won't be here. If I'm lucky, I won't be gone longer than four days." Finished, he wiped his hand off on the blanket and closed the jar. "You'll be staying in the house while I'm gone."

"When are you leaving?" Shiro asked as he rolled over, displaying the hard-on he had acquired from Grimm's ministrations.

Cracking his neck, he took a moment to think. "Couple of hours, and I have a few things to do before I go." He hummed as Shiro asked him what he had to do. "I have to look over my transportation and ready it for a long trip, maybe make sure everything with the others is going smoothly -though I'm pretty sure it is. Uh, I'll have to pack a few more essentials with the rations I'm given." The bluenet looked at his pet and grinned before grabbing Shiro's ankle. "And I should take responsibility for the state I've put you in."

Shiro let out a shocked shout as his member was engulfed in wet heat. Nimble fingers found soft strands of blue hair and held on tight as Grimm bobbed his head up and down on his shaft. Grimm hummed with satisfaction as he coerced moan after moan out of the albino. A powerful suck had him arching and mewling helplessly with his toes curled tight. "Agh! Gr-Grimm~!" Grimm smiled evilly around the member as he gently shoved two fingers into Shiro's hole. The cream lubricated the way to the sensitive nub within, and he crushed it again before shaking his fingers with rigorous intensity. "Ah! Haaah!" Shiro felt a familiar tightness as the vibrations pushed him nearer to his climax. He gasped and his voice trembled as he let out a moan and came.

Grimm drank what Shiro gave and sucked more out when the streams stopped. He continued to torture the withered length with sucks and prods with his tongue until Shiro was begging for mercy. Releasing it with a satisfying pop! Grimm rose up and wiped drool from the sides of his mouth.

Shiro pinned him with a teary but satiated gaze. "What.. was that for?" he rasped.

Grimm shrugged. "I won't be able to torment you, or taste you, for a while I felt I should make up for the time I'll lose." He began to disrobe. The groin guard hit the floor with a dull thud along with the clothing disk, and he crawled on.

Shiro was resistive. "Ah, wait!" he cautioned as his knees were pushed towards his armpits. He gulped as Grimm's monstrous length lifted itself and rested against his own much smaller one. "I'm not sure if I can take such a pounding again."

Grimm kissed him. "I'll be gentle this time."

"But you said that-"

Grimm shushed him knowing what he was going to say. "I just drank your seed; I won't be flying into a rut anytime soon, so I'm going to fuck you gently."

Shiro's cheeks reddened making Grimm chuckle and he in turn covered his face. "God, you make me feel so embarrassed sometimes."

The bluenet earned a small gasp as he lined himself up and slid home. Their lips mashed together and Shiro moaned into his mouth as Grimm began to gently thrust. "Nice and gently..."

The shower he'd taken was splendid and well received. Steam followed him from the bathroom as he left and headed for his bedroom. The few servants he passed bobbed their heads and greeted him with the proper respect and courtesies. The door to his room hissed open and he was treated with a rather nice sight. His pet had dozed off while he was gone, his slim form, wiry from years of labor, was curled on his side with his music player in his ear. Byakuya could very faintly hear music playing.

He walked quietly over to the side his pet wasn't inhabiting and climbed on without disturbing him. He snuggled up close to Ichigo's back and propped his head up on a fist. Eyes blinking sedately, he peered over and saw that one of the two listening devices - he believed that Ichigo had called it an earbud - had fallen from Ichigo's ears. He reached over a grabbed it between two delicate fingers and brought it to his ear.

A song was fading to silence just as it reached his ear but soon enough a new one started. The initial boom startled him slightly but he was calm once more and listened intently. At first there was only melodious, fluting screeches with dull thumps but it soon turned to a bass-filled grinding accompanied by soft stringed instruments. Closing his eyes, the Prince could see colors bursting, vibrating, and raining as the song continued and he he found himself sighing blissfully at the experience.

Almost too soon, the song reached its climax and faded away. His eyes opened to find brown ones staring up at him.

"You like that song?" Ichigo uttered.

"Deeply." He wrapped his arms around the smaller human and pulled him in for a feather soft kiss. He could feel the heat of Ichi's blush and pulled him in for another as his hand found a flat nipple and it perked to attention. It was times like this where thoughts of taking his pet crossed his mind. To plunge himself into his pet and bring them both rapturous release. His hand worked lower and gripped the disk right below Ichi's navel.

The teenager gasped and grabbed his hand.

Thoughts of intercourse fled from his mind as he let go of the disk. He kissed Ichigo one last time and rolled off the bed.

Perhaps he'd try again another day.

x~x

Byakuya ventured outside upon receiving a wave from Szayelapporro that Grimmjow was heading off for his mission. He and Ichigo -as well as a camera to record the event so that the footage could be sent back home for his people to watch- watched as Grimm's vehicle was loaded up. The one-person vehicle was akin to that of a motorcycle of earth though it lacked wheels as it hovered. Two pods were attached to the sides for the infected humans to be transported in upon return.

The blue-haired Queso de Cerdo was dressed in a configuration of a sleeveless full-body suit and a pair of goggles was perched on his head ready for him to pull over his eyes later. He was seated on to open bed of the truck while the pink-haired scientist was injecting him with the Vipradusta vaccine which Ichigo inquired of.

"Where are you going, anyway?"

Szayel pulled away and Grimm turned the disk on his chest so that sleeves would form and protect him from the chill. "Across the ocean to Africa."

Ichigo made a face. "Why? There's an Ebola outbreak over there."

"I know. The scientist need samples."

His eyes widened. "You're not bring them back here, are you?"

Grimmjow gestured at the pods on the sides of his transportation. "That was the plan."

The human was aghast. "Y-You can't!"

Grimm stared before laughing and rising to his feet to tower over the shorter male. "Sure, I can. Watch me." He stepped around Ichigo and headed for the bike. His stroll stopped when Ichigo grabbed one of his arms and pulled as hard as he good.

"You can't bring that deadly virus over here! We still don't know how to fight it!"

"Let go of him, Ichigo," Byakuya uttered firmly.

"So that he can bring Ebola over here?!" he demanded. "Are all of you crazy?"

The stinging slap shocked him though it did not cause too much pain. He released Grimmjow's arm to stare at the sky-haired alien with a hand on his cheek. "Don't speak to your master, the Prince, like that," Grimmjow said to him, and continued on towards his bike as another Cerebro scientist was checking over the pods.

The shock left him and he fumed, heat rushing to his cheeks. He opened his mouth to yell at the aliens working around him, but a cool hand brushed his cheek and he found that the hand belonged to Byakuya.

Byakuya softly gripped the younger's jaw and made him turn to face him fully. Both sets of his eyes were open as he gazed down at his pet. "Ichigo," he said softly. "We do not have ill intentions. We're sending Grimmjow for samples, because we're going to make a cure."

"B..." His eyebrows knitted and unknitted. "But you already have one, the scientist just gave it to him, right?"

Byakuya shook head. "That vaccine is just a precaution. While your virus is very similar, it is different enough that we may have to synthesize a whole new vaccine for it. Even if it had worked we don't have the same materials on hand to make enough for the entirety of your planet. Does all of that make sense?"

Ichigo had a considering look on his face as he nodded slowly and his jaw was freed from his master's grip. "So... not crazy..."

Byakuya shook his head.

"You're making it as a bargaining chip for our surrender, aren't you?"

His pet was once again showing the bright and clever side the Cerebro Prince had become enamored with and it made him want to reward Ichigo with more kisses and caresses. He'd save it for later when they were alone in their room. Remembering the question he'd been asked, he gave Ichigo an affirmative. "That among, hopefully, other things."

"Like what?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

Grimm's bike came to life with a satisfying roar, sending dirt and dust every which way with the hover jets. As it calmed to a purr, he affixed his goggle over his eyes and a couple cords from the bike to the side of the goggles. He brought a tube up to his face, and material akin to that of the gel suits burst out to wrap around and cover the lower half of Grimm's face. The bluenet gave the thumbs up to a few scientist who were checking him over before putting two hands on the steering gear while the other two simply rested on his thighs (the bike was made for those with only two hands at their disposal after all).

A button was pushed and the bike lifted into the air high above them all. It paused in the air to turn in the direction he planned to go and a shimmering started around him and the bike. As he bared down, and soared off, he turned completely invisible.

"Whoa," Ichigo breathed in awe as he stared in the direction Grimmjow had gone.

Byakuya humphed and turned to head back into the house.

"U-Um..."

He looked back at his pet.

"...I'm sorry... for blowing up again..."

"You're merely passionate and want what you believe is best for your species; I can hardly fault you for that."

Ichigo grinned. He looked up when there was a rumble up above. "Rain?"

"There's a storm coming according to the radar," Szayel told them as he passed carrying the few items he'd brought out with him. "A large one."

Ichigo turned and headed for the barn.

"Where are you going?"

He paused his stride. "To get the tarps. Most of these plants won't survive a big storm so I've got to cover them." Not waiting for another word, he sped off.

Shaking his head, Byakuya headed off to the house to leave his hard-working human to his duties. Though, he did send a wave to Menoly for her to come and help him cover the plants

Shiro woke himself with a jaw popping yawn and groaned as he stretched out. A slight twinge in his lower half made him wince but otherwise it was a negligible pain. He sat up carefully, rubbing his eyes and calling for Grimm. He opened them when he did not receive an answer. They were wide as he looked about unfamiliar surroundings.

It was a smaller room, and the bed he was laying on was smaller as well; suited for a singular person rather than two or three as Grimm's was. There was a small shelf with clothing disks and a few strange looking items that he figured were personal effects. Along with two doors on either side of the long room there was a comfy looking chair as the last things in the room.

"Grimm?" he called as he slipped from the bed to stand on shaky legs. His legs were strong enough to carry him as he wandered over to one door through which he found was the bathroom. He made his was towards the other door. He ran his hand over the pad and reached for the open button, but thought better of it this time.

While with Grimm, he'd figured out neat things he could do with the door in his boredom and curiosity. He could make the door turn into a one way window so that he could see out through it but no one could see in. He could make it so that it would only open part way, something he happily exploited and then paid for when he decided to prank Grimmjow with it one day. Something else he found out was how to turn off the soundproofing so that he could hear what was going on outside the door. He quickly used that last trick to his advantage.

"Just a peek!"

"Yeah, Di Roy, we only want to see what the lieutenant's pet looks like!"

Shiro cursed when he heard nothing but the alien language he'd come to recognize, but not understand.

"No way, the big man said no one was to go near him, so return to your duties or I'll get the Captain."

"We've been down here working our arms off since we took over this place, can't we get a little reprieve? I mean the prince's pet is just upstairs, and only a few of us have ever seen him."

"Yeah, he's mad cute."

"Quit bragging."

Huffing out an annoyed sigh he pressed the button to open the door and yelled at however many aliens were there. "Where am I, and where is Grimmjow?!"

The Queso de Cerdos, four of them, who were outside the door jumped violently and looked at him with wide eyes when he yelled. He swallowed nervously as he looked them over.

One of the shorter Queso de Cerdos stood with his back to him as he gazed over his shoulder -and down- at Shiro. His eyes were an abyssal black thought they seemed friendly enough as he looked the human over. White hair brushed the tops of his ears and his skin was light in color.

Red markings beyond the first Queso de Cerdo caught his eye, and he looked to see an alien who was a little bigger than Grimmjow. From his head sprouted a rump-reaching mane of black hair held back with a pair of welding goggles. He had angry-looking dark gold eyes and a warm tawny skin tone that was very visible what with the configuration of his gel suit being topless.

Next to him was the other short alien, this one with short black hair and one long braid. It was a guy, of that Shiro was sure despite his feminine looks, and he had fair skin and gold eyes. His physique was close to that of Pantera's so he briefly wondered what made him so different from Grimmjow's brother that he could join the military while Pantera could not.

The final alien -Shiro's eyes bulged when he saw him- was rather tall. Actually, he was really tall. He stood about ten feet in height and wore a calm, and contemplative look. His dark brown hair was short and he gazed studiously at Shiro with light green eyes.

The first alien, the one with white hair, turned to fully face him. "You're awake, huh? How are you feeling?"

Shiro's bravado returned despite his predicament and fear. "Answer my question! Where's Grimmjow?!"

The one with red tats growled. "You watch your tone when you address us, little human, or we'll crush you like the bug you are!"

"Kuso kare!" Shiro flung back at him. "I ain't afraid of you!"

Tats snarled through clenched teeth and advanced towards him, but the feminine one lifted an arm to stop him after he'd taken one step. "Should I change that?" he threatened.

"Just try, I dare you!"

The first grabbed him when he decided to advance. "Both of you calm the fuck down, especially you human."

Shiro slapped his hand away like it was hot and filthy, and darted around him. Hands grabbed at him as an alien curse was uttered, but he was fast enough that he stayed out of their reach. Shiro was down the hall and around the corner in no time.

There were more Queso de Cerdos everywhere as he ran, all stared at him with shock as they either moved out of the way or tried to touch him, to which he always deftly dodged around.

"What are you all doing?!" he heard behind him. "Grab the human!"

Before the albino could think, large hands grabbed him and roughly shoved him into a wall. His body hit it with a dull smack and he fell to the floor. Not missing a beat, he got up to try to run again, but he was tackled to the ground with ease, this time hitting his head on the floor hard enough for everything to go fuzzy.

"Careful! I said stop him, not throw him around!" The voice was dull and sounded distant.

"Sorry, I misjudged his weight as well as the threat."

The weight of the alien who'd tackled him lifted from his back and he was gingerly picked up off the floor and placed into the arms of the white haired alien; he could tell that only because of the white blob he assumed was his hair. Groaning weakly he began to put up a pitiful fight.

"Hey hey hey," he commanded softly, no doubt aware of the fragile state he'd been put in. "Calm down. Abirama's all talk, we're not going to hurt you."

"Who is he?" someone asked, a little louder than Shiro's headache appreciated.

Shiro was still weakly putting up a fight as he was carried back the way he'd come from. "The Lieutenant's pet. He tasked me with watching over him while he was away on a mission. I'm not off to a great start. Ah, quit fighting me!"

There was a whoosh as a door opened and he was set down on the bed he'd awakened on. He buried his head in the pillow, not wanting to move just yet, and peeked up at the alien as he dragged the chair over to the bedside. "Where's Grimmjow?"

"He's away on a mission."

"I know that," he growled.

The alien scoffed and sat back as he crossed his arms. "Then why did you ask?"

Shiro growled again.

The alien sighed. "What a mess." He scratched his head and leaned forward. "I think we should start over. Hi, I'm Lieutenant Junior Grade Di'Roy, I work under Lieutenant Grimmjow, and I was tasked with watching over you while he is away."

Haunting eyes narrowed in confusion. "Why? I don't need to be watched over; I'm not some kid." A sudden painful throb made him groan. "Ugh..."

"Pets can't just be left alone in situations like this, they have to have a caretaker of some sort."

Shiro glared. "What does that mean?! 'Can't be left alone' my ass! I'm not some human who was born and raised on your planet; I don't need to be watched over." He struggled to sit up. "I don't want to be here, take me to my house."

"Done."

"What?"

"We're already in the house." Di Roy shrugged. "Actually we're under it, but it's all the same thing, I think." Shiro flinched when the alien stood over him once more and leaned in to touch him. Shiro demanded to know what he was doing when he was held down with three hands and the fourth gently touched his head. "Checking you over, I mean you did smack your head on the floor. Any pain?"

"Ah!" he yelped when he found a sore spot. "Really dumb question!"

Di Roy sucked his teeth in irritation. "Dang, I'll have to take you over to medical then. Can you stand?"

"I'm not going there, take me to my brother!"

"The Prince's pet human, right? Why?"

"Another dumb question." Shiro nearly fell this time when he tried to stand and Di'Roy had to maintain positive control on his wavering form. "Just take me to him."

Di Roy heaved an annoyed sigh and yanked Shiro into his arms a little faster than the human could handle. He remained still in his dizzy state but squirmed after a while in discomfort; the position was putting pressure on parts of his tender backside. "Do you ever stop moving?"

"Not even when I'm sleep."

Di Roy chuckled and adjusted the human in his arms. "I bet you go pretty still when the Lieutenant injects you with his venom." Shiro glared making the friendly-seeming alien laugh, but the laugh was stifled as he stopped to glare at a fellow Queso de Cerdo who was venturing too close. "You'll have to excuse them, most of these guys have never seen a human before, and if they have I bet it didn't have the same colorings as you."

Shiro scoffed. "Will you put me down?"

He wasn't surprised when Di Roy didn't, though to be thoroughly honest he actually preferred it in the alien's arms since his head was still throbbing painfully. Di Roy lifted a hand to make a door open that opened up into a very white corridor with fewer aliens milling about, and they were mostly wearing white for some reason. Shiro glared at them and then up at Di Roy. "This is medical, isn't it?"

"Yep."

Shiro squirmed with renewed vigor. The alien wasn't ready for the sudden movement, so Shiro was able to get his feet on the floor before Di Roy managed to hold on to him. The albino tried desperately, but futility to get away, at one point flailing wildly while at another going rag-doll.

"Do you need assistance?"

"Please."

Shiro looked up just as he felt a familiar sting to his thigh, though the effect wasn't familiar in the least. His muscles relaxed as a content and euphoric feeling came over him. He went slack in Di Roy's arms, and didn't fight as the alien pulled him back into a bridal carry.

"Thank you."

"Most welcome." the alien who'd stung him said as they began moving once more. "Why have you brought this human here?"

"He was injured, I just want to make sure the injury isn't too bad."

"Oh, then let me assist you again."

A door did its signature whoosh sound as it opened and Shiro giggled drunkenly as he was set on a table akin to the one in Szayel's lab. He'd somehow managed to grip the material of Di Roy's clothes and the alien had to peel his hand off. Shiro vaguely remembered a whirring sound as something started up and then a light went over him. The sound as well as the light ended and the other alien spoke again.

"He'll be fine, but there's already a knot forming and he'll have headaches. I should have something for that."

"Will our medicine be okay for a human?"

"So long as it's a smaller dosage then yes."

Shiro heard the door open outside of his view and found the muscle control to look over at the newcomer as well as the alien who'd assisted in restraining him.

They were both Queso de Cerdos but for the most part the similarities ended there. The one nearest to he and Di Roy was as tall as the white-haired male, but slender which seemed anomalous seeings how all the other Quesos Shiro had seen were all muscular and sturdily built. They had long black hair held back in a braid that hung in front of their shoulder and a rather perpetually "dead" look in their eyes as if uninterested by everything.

The other was, for sure, an anomaly of some sort. Firstly, their skin was stark white with a black strip painted horizontally across their eyes. They were big, sure, but had a sort of hunched posture but that didn't take away from the foreboding air they gave which made Shiro whimper. Dark blue hair sprouted from their head in short spikes with a wide circlet of shiny goldish metal wrapped around their forehead, lined up with their hairline. Their brow ridges were drawn together in a cross look as their beady gold eyes scanned the room before landing on the slender Queso de Cerdo.

"Nemu! What are you doing, using my lab without my permission?!" he demanded as he stalked over to the other alien.

The slender one hopped out of the seat of the consul they'd been working with and hurriedly sidestepped away from it. The dead look remained on their face, but one could still see the worry in the alien's eyes. "Forgive me, Dr. Kurotsuchi. Lt Junior Grade Di Roy needed help with this human."

The odd looking alien looked to Shiro as if seeing him for the first time and his brow ridges lifted. He turned and made a B-line for the albino. "This is the albino that Szayelapporro is studying, isn't it!"

Shiro felt himself curling in on himself as Di Roy moved to stand between him and the advancing alien.

Dr. Kurotsuchi stopped with a huff. "What are you doing? Get out of my way you muscle-headed nincompoop!"

"I ask that you keep your curious urges away from this human as he belongs to Lt Grimmjow and has been put in my care while the Lieutenant is away." Di Roy reached behind himself and his hand ghosted over Shiro's collar before they touched something that activated the voice tag.

"Property of Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Queso de Cerdo Lieutenant under Captain Coyote Starrk of the vessel Los Lobos."

Shiro beamed at the sound of his master's voice and his hands reached up to grab the metal ring about his neck as he sighed Grimmjow's name. "Ah~ Where are you, master. I want you, now," he babbled in his second language.

Di Roy looked at Shiro over his shoulder. "What did you say?" he asked in sincere confusion.

"I want my master, where is he?" He managed to lift onto all fours but flopped bonelessly back onto the table with an inebriated laugh. "I can't get up~"

Di Roy grabbed him with two of four hands and dragged the albino into his arms while Kurotsuchi was only analyzing him from a distance.

"Curses," he muttered. "Why does that Cerebro hack get all the interesting things to study while I'm left with nothing! And it's such an interesting specimen too! Fit for a dissection or two." He said thoughtfully despite Di Roy's warning glare. "And what an odd demeanor. Nemu! Did you inject it with your venom?"

"Yes, Dr. Kurotsuchi."

"Ah, I see- where are you going?"

Di Roy was already out the door. "Far from you." The door closed behind them and the alien took up a quick pace in the direction of the berthing.

Shiro didn't like how he was being jostled from the alien's steps. "Careful, master loved me too hard and my butt still hurts."

"Speak English, human, I have no clue what you're saying!"

"But you always speak your language and I don't know what you're saying, so why can't I do it too?" Shiro argued logically.

He groaned in defeat. "Maybe I should take you to your brother..."

Shiro nodded eagerly.

"Well at least I understood that..."

Byakuya wasn't quite ready for such a... surprising interruption to his quiet day. At one moment, he was studying necessary information he'd gleaned from the World Wide Web with his orange-haired pet reading one of his paper books when there was an excited knock at the door. Ichigo went to answer it and was tackled by a white blur. The teenager's yelp made the Cerebro Prince's eyes open wide in brief shock before the top ones closed and the bottom ones returned to their usual serene state.

"Sh-Shiro! What the hell!" the oranget demanded as he tried to get the albino off him, but the pale counterpart was very much attached to him and crushing his waist in a the tight hug he had on it. Ichigo put both hands on Shiro's forehead and gave a push.

Surprisingly, Shiro let go with a yelp. He rolled away grasping his head. "Ow! Why did you do that!?"

"What do you mean? I didn't even hit you!"

"My head hurts there~!"

"How would I have known that!" he demanded before he was pounced on once more.

A Queso de Cerdo suddenly appeared in the still open doorway, panting from exertion. "Shiro, stop!" he entered and lifted the albino off of Ichigo by his thin waist, but the albino got away. "Calm down."

Finally, Byakuya spoke. "What are you doing, and what have you done to make my pet's brother behave so oddly?"

The new Queso de Cerdo looked at him and visibly froze. He took a large step back out of the room and bowed deeply. "Forgive my rudeness, your highness, I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings," he apologized.

Byakuya waved off the apology. "I do not care about that. What have you done to Shiro Kurosaki."

The Prince saw the other's throat bob as he swallowed and lifted from his bow. "Due to a misunderstanding caused by one of my brethren, Shiro got himself hurt. I tried to take him to medical, but his distrust of me made him actively resistant and difficult and in attempt to help me handle him, a medic stung him, and this is the result." He shook his head. "He began speaking in another language so I thought it best to take him to his brother until the effects wore off."

Byakuya nodded in understanding and then actually looked at the other, and realized he'd never once seen him before. "And who are you, exactly?"

He did the customary bow of a Queso de Cerdo this time, closing his eyes, bowing his head at a gentle angle with left hands curled into fists over his heart and right hands behind his back. "Lieutenant Junior Grade Di Roy Rinker, subordinate to Lieutenant Grimmjow and leader of security down in the construction area. I'm also looking after Shiro until the Lieutenant gets back." He mumbled that last part as he gestured at the still inebriated albino clinging to his colorful twin.

Ichigo let out a frustrated groan and fell still after tiring of fighting his brother. "Are you going to let go of me anytime soon!?" he demanded.

Byakuya's eyes narrowed a little, he didn't like not being able to understand his pet's second language. He'd have to do something about that.

"Ie!" Shiro declared and buried his face into Ichigo's neck. "Aishiteru..."

Ichigo's glare softened. "I love you too..."

Shiro suddenly lifted his head. "I know!" He hopped to his feet. "Let's fight!" He walked over to the Prince as Ichigo found his way to his feet. "Where are our wooden training swords, Princey?"

Byakuya stared at Shiro and then looked past him at his pet.

"He wants our training swords so that we can fight."

"Why ever would you want to do that?" he asked with all eyes open.

Ichigo shrugged. "He's being weird so fighting will probably tire him out."

"You're weird!" Shiro countered indignantly.

The Prince's eyes closed and he turned to look back at the information he'd gathered. "No. I allowed you to keep those items due to their sentimental value... not so that you could use them. I'd prefer that you didn't do something to injure yourself or your brother."

Scoffing, the oranget shook his head as if finding the Prince's words ridiculous. "Master, they're training swords, they're not meant for actually hurting people. The worst that could happen is me getting a bruise."

"You say that so lightly, but I do not want your flesh afflicted with such an unsightly blemish. And how are you to fight with a broken wrist?"

"I can battle with one hand! Besides, it's feeling much better."

"You're only numb to the pain, Szayel injects you with an analgesic every time you see him."

Ichigo rubbed his arm. "Is that what that was!?"

Byakuya swiped through the articles and whatnot floating before him as he spoke. "And a broken wrist on a human can take up to 6 months to heal according to this article here. It honestly makes me consider not allowing you to work anymore as it's probably putting strain on your injury."

Ichigo visibly flinched. "You... you wouldn't..."

"I would, Ichigo. This is only temporary anyway."

"Temporary?"

"Do you honestly believe that you would still be permitted to continue farming after we are fully established and in control of your planet? Perhaps I'll allow you to have a small garden of some sort, but not a full fledged farm like you have now." Byakuya looked at him out of the corner of his upper eye. "Perhaps I should begin weaning you off the practice now."

Ichigo gasped both in disbelief and fear. He flushed and turned to rush from the room. "Fine! I'll stop asking, then!" He left the room and Shiro quickly followed after first diving under the bed to retrieve the scrabble board.

Di Roy bowed, "I'll take my leave," and left as well.

Di Roy followed the twin humans down the stairs and didn't stop them from going outside as he would've been told whether or not they weren't allowed outside. He studied them as they walked.

Shiro was quieter seeming to be calming from the effects of Nemu's venom. He walked quietly next to Ichigo clutching a long, thin box to his chest that he struggled to read the name off of.

Ichigo walked with his arms crossed and tension obvious in his shoulders and the way he walked. The Queso was actually rather stupefied by the human as well as his actions. To think that he actively argued with the Prince, his master. Di Roy had wholly believed that he'd witness Ichigo being punished for such actions, but nothing had happened. He wondered if Grimmjow let his pet get away with the same things.

The humans led him to the backside of the barn where there were many large trees and disappeared behind one of them. When he caught up they were nowhere to be seen. Shit! He was on the verge of calling for backup to look for them when a creaking sound made him look up.

Above him, nestled in the tree's branches, was a platform of smoothed white wood. Upon moving back a little, he could see that there were no walls, but there was an awning over it protecting both it and the twins from sun and rain. Noticing a ladder, Di Roy climbed up.

Shiro had to scoot over to make room for the large invader as he entered. On the polished white floor was splotches of dried paint of many colors as well as stickers and small nicks and scratches from years of use. He asked what the structure was.

"Our treehouse."

"Our treehouse," Ichigo translated. He touched a sticker near the game board between him and his brother. "Our sisters played in it too."

Shiro placed some wooden tiles down based on a picture he had in his hand:

_l_SCRABBLE_l_
l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l
l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l
l_lHl_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l
l_lUlNlIlClOlRlNl_l_l_l_l_l_l_l
l_lNl_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l
l_lTl_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l
l_lEl_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l
l_lRl_l_l_l_l_lClUlMl_l_l_l_l_l
l_lSlAlTlSlUlMlAl_lAlTl_l_lCl_l
l_l_lLl_l_l_l_lKlAlLlEl_l_lOl_l
l_lTlIlTlSl_l_lEl_lTlAl_l_lWl_l
l_l_lEl_l_l_l_l_l_l_lSlAlIlLl_l
lPlElNlIlSl_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l
l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l
l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l

"Was it my turn or yours?" Shiro asked as he pulled out seven more tiles and put them on a tray.

"Yours."

"Hai." He stared at the board and his tiles before putting some down to form another word.

"Are you calming down now, Shiro?" Di Roy asked as Ichigo pulled out seven tiles for himself.

"Hai."

"That means 'yes'," Ichigo translated as he made a new word.

"Then why are you still speaking that other language?"

Shiro scowled. "Because I feel like it."

"He feels like it." Ichigo looked at Di Roy. "He's not going to stop until he feels like stopping so it'd be best to just leave him alone. Besides, I don't want to translate for you all day."

Shiro sniggered and placed down more tiles.

"Ah! Shiro keep it in English."

The albino grumbled, but obliged, picking up the romanji word he'd thrown down and replacing it.

It seemed like hours passed, and a new game had started, before Di Roy got his usual bleep on his wrist communicator; he was needed back in the construction area. He stretch out a few cricks in his back before standing. The twins gave him no acknowledgement. "I have to head back."

"Okay," Shiro murmured, finally back to speaking English.

"Oh, what made you stop?"

Shiro shrugged. "Too many syllables, my mouth was getting tired."

Ichigo laughed at him. His stomach grumbled and he patted it. "Dinner'll be done soon."

The albino immediately began to put away the pieces and board, uncaring of the game they'd just started. When Ichigo commented that he was rather eager his was response was, of course, that he was starving. Once done cleaning up, the trio descended and headed back. Di Roy headed back towards the living room where there was an elevator to take him back down below, and Ichigo and Shiro headed up to the Prince's room. The Prince was the same as they'd left him, buried in the information in front of him, though the twins wondered what he could possibly be studying so thoroughly.

It was later that their meals arrived and they ate in an unwelcome silence. Ichigo crawled over to Byakuya after their dishes were cleared. With a begrudging look, he rested his head on the Prince's knee and gently nuzzled his cheek against it. A small smile came over him when Byakuya gently touched his head.

*Is very proud of the Scrabbleboard picture*

Oh, the song Byakuya was listening to was Moleman's Rush, and his experience is actually how I imagine it in my own mind when listening to the song. It just sounds so colorful!

Thank you so much for reading, I really hope you enjoyed.

Dictionary:

Kuso kare: (Japanese) Eat shit

My Notes:

Di'Roy Rinker {Loyal; White hair, black eyes, light skin}
Abirama Redder {Impatient, rude, and violent; Black hair, red tattoos, medium skin; dark gold eyes}
Ggio (Jio) Vega {Loyal, sarcastic, and cocky; Black hair, gold eyes, light skin, slim};
Choe Neng Pow {Calm, contemplative, serious; Dark brown hair, light green eyes, really freaking tall; light skin}