I want to first apologize profusely for my absence, I didn't realize time had moved on so fast. The busy schedule with taking care of my grandparents and my children had been rough, but I pulled through it. I also lost my best friend that I knew since we were both 12 years old. I'm celebrating my son's birthday in July with my family only to get a call from my sister that my best friend is in a coma. A few days later with lots of prayers, she passed away, leaving a husband and three children. It was very difficult for me and I don't want you guys to feel like you were bothering me with PMs. Understand that, that actually helped to know you guys were still enjoying my story even when I was gone. After months, I decided to write again. I want to thank N9R, hiMe-iChi-uLqui-gRim, tipipkd, and I apologize to others I didn't mention who also left messages I also thank you too.

On to better news, sorry for the grim news, I feel like I'm always bringing grim news, that's life I guess. But to escape that pain I want to give you this chapter. It's not the courtroom scene I'm still working on that. As well as correcting ALBIAWOO. So please enjoy it and let me know what you think.

-o-

Rukia was finishing the financial paperwork for a client's account when the door to her office burst opened. Renji stormed in, slamming the door livid. Rukia continued typing on her keyboard as she slowly glanced in his direction. He was holding a magazine that he aggressively slammed onto her desk. Rukia stopped typing to glance at the magazine. It was Full Throttle, a popular automotive magazine, showcasing Tokyo's 'Power Couple.' Grimmjow was sitting in the driver seat of his newly developed sports car, looking at the camera. At the same time, Nel wore only her top fighting gi displaying both dojos names, tastefully wearing nothing underneath, grinning at the blue-haired billionaire while sitting on his lap.

"Son of a bitch got married," Renji growled, standing beside his wife.

"And?" Rukia didn't understand her husband's anger.

"And they are expecting a baby too. I swear he does this shit on purpose." Renji sat on her desk, arms crossed as he scowled at the magazine.

"What on purpose?" Rukia stood, standing between his legs, wrapping her arms around his neck. It was easier to face him with her petite form with him seated as he sighed.

"We're supposed to announce your pregnancy and this completely overshadows it. I get married on an island with a fancy traditional wedding, and he has a fucking shotgun wedding. We've planned, and timed this pregnancy, and Nel apparently forgot to take a pill. Yet it's them in every fucking article."

"This is what you're upset about, a magazine article?" she fiddled with his red locks.

"This is not the only magazine and newspaper that they are on, Rukia," he yelled as she could only chuckle.

"Renji, This is not a competition. Everyone has their road to finding their soulmate. Grimmjow was an arrogant pig who happened to meet Nel at a party. You were my best friend and were a complete dumbass about my feelings."

"Rukia-" he began to say before his wife shut his mouth with a kiss.

"The point I'm trying to make is I know how much you're happy about us being married and about this baby. You want to shout it out to the world at how proud and happy you are. It doesn't matter what the public thinks about us. As long as we're happy, that's all that matters."

Renji's frown turned into a smile as he kissed her, holding her closer.

"On a side note, everyone seems to be on edge this morning. Could it be anything to do with a case tomorrow?" he whispered against her neck as she sighed.

"Nii-sama has been extremely quiet."

"You make it sound like that's not normal," Renji scoffed as he looked down to find his wife glaring at him. He pulled her in closer causing Rukia to lay her head against his chest as he began to massage her back.

"Mmm, that feels nice," she purred causing him to kiss the top of her head, "But I'm serious. I know this case is more personal, due to Sora's involvement, but I think it's more than that."

"It is. He sees a brother fighting to bring justice down to a man who did unspeakable things to his sister. The guilt of not being there to prevent this from happening, winning this case is the only thing Sora feels to make up for it. It's what Byakuya can get behind personally because if anyone was to harm his pride he'd stop at nothing to destroy that person. In the same way, Orihime being Sora's pride causes Byakuya to mirror that same sentiment."

Renji whipped away a tear from Rukia's cheek before he continued to talk, "I'm more worried about Ichigo, just as Byakuya sees himself in Sora, I find myself thinking if anyone ever touched you," he growled, grabbing her more possessively. "I'd rip their throat out and probably end up in jail."

Rukia chuckled, snaking her hands slowly down his chest until they reached between his legs. "Renji, the problem that both you and my brother failed to see is that if anyone were to touch me without my permission," she squeezed hard around her husband's balls, causing a bit of pain but she knew he enjoyed it. "Do you honestly think that anyone would find the body?"

Rukia smirked, releasing her hold on his balls to massage them. Renji groaned knowing how devious Rukia could be as he felt her small hands exploring his hardened member.

"The door isn't locked, Rukia."

"Like that has stopped us before," she scoffed at how many times she went to his room during his time at the Kuchiki manor and fucked like rabbits, not caring if the door was locked or even closed. "Besides no comes to my office without knocking, except you."

He aggressively kissed and pushed her to sit back in her chair. He fell to his knees and then proceeded to push back her pencil skirt above her thighs. He moved her panties to the side and dived in between her legs.

"Mmm, Renji," she moaned, covering her mouth realizing how loud her tone was. Lapping her middle as he glanced up to see her small protruding bump, something animalistic spurred him on seeing the woman that he loved holding his child that he ripped her panties apart and pushed her legs apart further.

Nevermind her covering her mouth to silence the moans that were trying to escape but the obscene sounds he was making with his mouth were even louder. She wasn't expecting anyone to visit her office, but so helped the person who dared interrupt her from orgasming. "You're tensing up, are you thinking of punishing those who knock on your door."

She flushed, knowing how she couldn't hide anything from him, he knew her so well. She was almost to that sweet breaking point, moving his head from side to side trying to eat every inch of her causing her to feel his gorgeous red hair. She wanted so much to pull on those red locks and scream at the top of her lungs, but this wasn't the time or place to be loud let alone do what they were doing. She could feel the edge of her release when he suddenly pulled away. She looked down to find him, laying his large body against the floor, unbuckling his belt.

"Cum on my cock, I'm so hard that I'm almost there," he groaned, he wasn't joking either, his red swollen member was rock hard. She lifted her skirt while she bent down, guiding his cock to her wet entrance.

"Fucking hell-" he yelled, biting his fist to prevent himself from shouting more. She wasn't fully inside but he could barely contain himself from bursting right there and then. No matter how many times they had sex, she was always tight around him. She wasn't as tight as the first time they had sex, but fuck did it not feel like a vice on his cock. He looked up to find her scrunching her face to accommodate his size. He glanced down to see her tiny body slowly slide down and consume him fully.

"Renji," she gasped out, fisting his white button-down shirt, causing a button to break apart. She felt him throbbing inside her, when she was comfortable enough she began to ride him. She whimpered, feeling how deliciously embedded he was inside her. She could feel her insides twist as her release was arriving once more. His large hand slightly gripped her hair back, causing a slight tug to her skull as he sat up. She opened her eyes to find him staring as he gripped harder.

"Cum for me, Rukia," he said, smashing his lips against hers as he pumped hard into her spot. He violently thrust into her that no words uttered out of her opened mouth. Just the sound of his grunts and the slap of skin. "Rukia, Cum. I know you're almost there... you're... fucking... squeezing me." He speared into her with every word, she wanted to yell that she was there but she was speechless. Finally, she felt herself let go as her body limply fell on him.

"Oh Fuck, Rukia," he exclaimed, switching places to be on top, still inside. "Why do you have to clamp so tight?" he questioned, thrusting into her a few times before he came inside. He laid beside her, careful not to put so much weight on her and their future child.

Knock. Knock.

" Abarai-sama, I have those documents from the Shesani Account, you asked for," Rukia heard her assistant say from across the door.

"Just leave them in my Inbox on the door. Thank you, I'm currently in a meeting," she explained, she couldn't help but chuckle along with her husband at her lie.

"Of course, Abarai-sama." They heard the parting footsteps of the assistant before they both laughed hysterically.

"You did say they knocked," Renji laughed, removing the wet strains of hair from his wife's face.

"At least they waited until I orgasmed," she professed, causing another bout of chuckles.

-o-

"Can't you comment just a little bit?" Tatsuki mumbled, eyeing her boyfriend who glanced in her direction and answered her plainly, "No."

This of course, frustrated the karate champion as she rolled her eyes, "You are so like my brother, you act like you can't trust me."

"It's not about trust, Tatsuki. I can't divulge information about an ongoing case. You want us to break laws?"

"Yes... I mean No. Argh! I can't stand when you both are right," she hollered as they made it to the front door of her home. She turned to kiss him, "Promise me you will spill everything when all this shit is over." She eyed him critically while pointing a key in his direction. He nodded, once she was satisfied she then opened the door to her house.

Ulquiorra started to leave her place of residence once he heard the door lock, he usually walked her home on his way to meet Shuuhei after his college courses. Tatsuki knew he had a full schedule, with Morning classes in Pre-Law, getting hands-on experience in law whenever he went with Sora to his office, then also helping Shuuhei in law enforcement. He barely had time to attend the dojo.

He could spot signs of his girlfriend's irritation with the lack of seeing each other, but she also understood how important this was to him. He made it a habit to walk her home no matter what.

Today, unfortunately, he was glad she was safely in her home since he was being followed. He didn't want to raise suspicions and cause her to worry. The person kept their distance thankfully, but they seemed to make their presence known by walking closer, now that he was alone. He turned to a hidden street and once the assailant was within reaching distance, he grabbed their arm and slammed them against the wall.

"Fuck!" they growled out.

"What is your business?" Ulquiorra curtly asked. The person removed their hat with their other hand, realizing that it was his father he bent his arm back more.

"Okay, Fuck. I just wanted to talk," he shouted.

Ulquiorra let go of the older man and began to walk away, "There's nothing you have to say of importance."

"I wanted to give something to you and Sora, I know there's no way in hell the Kuchiki firm will let me in to see him."

"With good reason," he berated with a cold tone to this man he had no respect for.

"I only tried to show you both the truth?"

Ulquiorra stopped walking to peer at his father, "If your truth is to show us how much of a pathetic man you are to your children, especially your daugh-"

"You mean whore."

BAM!

Noboru spat out the blood that accumulated and whipped the remaining from the side of his mouth. He only smiled at his son who remained calm throughout their encounter.

"You pack a heavier punch than Sora. All it took was one hit and your brother who you looked up to would be down for the count."

Uliquorra walked closer to the man, eyeing him. "You can try seeing if that would work on me. I can assure you that I will not go down."

"That's of course if that Oranged haired Kurosaki isn't around."

Uliquorra's eyes widen before he grabbed the antagonizing man by his collar, against the wall once more.

"You are trying my patience."

"I know what it's like to be fooled by a pretty face and tears. I only wanted you to see what Orihime was capable of."

"You speak nonsense. I'm leaving."

"You and Sora can look down on me about my suspicions of her, but you fail to understand that I watched those tapes of your sister and her protector."

"Cause you're a sick, asshole."

"Please, I could give two fucks about how much she moans for that punk's cock. I'm talking about their more intimate heart to hearts. Especially when you both abandoned her."

"I never-"

"Bullshit! All those years protecting an ungrateful bitch, only for her to swoon over the first guy to finger her. Sora couldn't trust his own sister to make a decision and so did you."

"Sora and I were wrong on our assessment of Orihime and I respect Kurosaki. I think you're confusing her with someone else." Ulquiorra stared hard at his father as the man scoffed.

"I'm not confusing anyone. I thought my assessment on distrusting was wrong but... well.. that's a story for another day. Here." Noboru stared, removing something from his coat pocket.

"I don't want anything from you."

"Your mother said the same thing and we both know she was also full of shit."

Ulquiorra trying to contain his anger was only interrupted by his movement. His father handed him a manilla envelope. He swiftly opened up the contents of what was held inside, his green eyes scanning the documents of the property and lucrative stock that was under Sora and his name.

"You can burn it or give it away, I don't really care," his father said as he made to exit.

"I don't understand? It doesn't matter how much is here, no amount of money is going to prevent us from going through with the case."

Noboru only laughed as he pulled out a cigarette and began to smoke. "Actually my close friends want you to proceed with the case. We all know it's pointless. Kuchiki firm and Orihime will lose the case and their reputation. Let's just say, money is of no significance to me, it's my way to make amends for the things I did to you boys for a crazy bitch."

With those words, Ulquiorra looked up to find the man gone with just a cloud of smoke to validate he was there in the first place. He held on to the papers with contempt and continued his way to meet Shuuhei.

-o-

Sousuke glanced across the table at Meninas as they waited patiently for their server to set their drinks and leave them alone. They were on their way to an event, that many political figures were going to make an appearance at. He needed someone available as his plus one without hassle. Most of the occasions he's asked his assistant to attend had been eventful. She caught the attention of others by flirting and joking with men and women while he circulated the room. It was a breath of fresh air not having to babysit his date because they required annoying attention. Sex was never an issue, whether it was him spending a night with her or someone else. She accepted the gifts but never complained about the delays in meeting each other. There was nothing to complain about, she kept their public relationship strictly professional, she was perfect. There in line was the problem, there was always a catch.

He did enjoy their arrangement so he kept things the way they were, for now. It would also be a waste to let go of such a lovely creature, due to his distrustfulness towards others. He watched as she sat silently drinking her wine wearing a white dress he had purchased her that hugged her figure. She looked bored as she looked around.

"Does the wine not please you, McAllon-chan?" he expressed. He noticed her shocked expression as she glanced up to face him. Meninas then decided to sigh after taking a little sip of her drink. He smiled, it was only a matter of time before she was too irritated with their situation, if he poked further he knew he would get her to spill the truth.

"The distressed look doesn't suit your pretty features," he pestered while holding his glass inches from his face without drinking. His eyes observing her.

She bit her lip and glanced around before leaning forward.

"I have sort of a pet project that I put together."

He raised a brow at her curiously, so the conversation didn't steer in the direction of ending their deal but possibly work-related.

"A project you've been working on at the office?"

"Sort of. It's the Yashamito-case," she admitted with a giggle.

Sousuke froze and gently placed his cup on the table. Yashamito clan had been somewhat of an annoyance. Most of their elder associates had been on board with the plans he devised. A plan that would give substantial rewards and less government interference. One member, Tenma Ashido, felt the percentage he was asking for was a bit too high, causing turmoil amongst themselves.

"Well that's been a thorn in my side, for several months, but there's no need to concern yourself with such matters."

She bit her lip for a moment before contemplating on something then reaching beside her to pull out a manilla folder. "I know they say never mix business and pleasure, but I think you'll find this most pleasurable." Her smile was more apparent as she slid the manilla folder towards him.

He peered in her direction before proceeding to open the folder's contents. There were photos of Tenma Ashido in a very precarious position, naked and tied with a gag in his mouth. The smile on his face showed how much he was enjoying himself. Behind the images were signed contracts stating that Tenma, along with the other members of the Yashamito clan in full agreement with Judge Aizen's proposal.

"I have to admit that I do find this all very gratifying but I'm also a bit disappointed."

Meninas smiled faltered, her eyes staring at the table avoiding his stare. He reached over to take her small hand into his as he kissed her palm and used his other hand to lift her chin, maintaining eye contact. "My disappointment stems from you not trusting me and revealing this only after the fact."

"Aizen-sama, I do trust you it's just... I simply wanted to show you what I am capable of." She began to remove her hands from his to lightly touch his well-defined chin. "If anyone is not trusting it's you, Aizen-sama."

"What gave you that idea, Mc-Allon-chan?"

She leaned back in her chair to give a subtle smirk, "Instead of the theatrics of scaring Cang-du to remove him out of the equation, it would have been simpler to just ask me," she divulged.

Sousuke straightened himself and glanced at the woman across from him. "Are you here to blackmail me?"

"Why would I do that?" she admitted, her expression hurt.

"This says other-wise," he reiterated pointing at the manilla folder while drinking his glass of wine, watching her movements.

"I guess you're not interested in the tactics of how I went about acquiring the images," she expressed, with a smile. When the man in front of her remained silent, she continued. "You're more interested in wondering if this little adventure will circle back to you. Am I correct?"

"You can understand my slight distrust of your motives, don't take it personally I just have an image to maintain."

"I wouldn't have gone to such lengths if I didn't believe in what you are doing, Aizen-sama. It also helps that your image is a handsome one as well." she laughed, drinking the rest of her cup's contents before leaning forward again. "I couldn't help but feel special when you went through such lengths to remove Cang-Du," she placed her hand over his, "even if this is temporary."

Sousuke placed his cup down and hailed the waitress, notifying them of their departure. He grabbed Meninas' hand along with the manilla folder. He let her into the car before entering it. His driver then proceeded to drive to their next destination.

Meninas occupied her time listening to music on her phone from her BlueTooth speakers as Sousuke read over the documents. When he was done, he placed the documentation into a safe embedded into the vehicle.

He watched as she playfully moved her head along with whatever upbeat music she was listening to while glancing out the window. He glanced at her skin-tight dress, wondering if he had to wait for the end of the night to have their usual parting that ended in intercourse. He was patient, and it would be rather foolish to ruin her apparel and make-up before an event.

They arrived at an arena located in Osaka, many politicians, elite, and even organized crime lords gathered here to mingle. While placing bets on up-and-coming fighters while divulging secrets in stock and trade. He made his way up to the front-facing a fighting ring, with Meninas arm wrapped around his, he made his way to his seat that also had one of the members of the Ministry of State. The Minister was an elderly man with a white mustache and white hair. His appearance showed someone who wasn't afraid of altercation with large scars on the left side of his chin that goes down to his neck and across his right eye. Rumors of his past involvement with the Yakuza quickly diminished when he became part of the Cabinet. Despite his aged appearance Baraggan Louisenbairn had a stocky and muscular build.

Sousuke made sure to place Meninas' lovely form between the older man and himself. Just as he intended, Meninas had sparked Barragan's interest. Meninas smiled at the man, as she sat down.

"Louisenbairn-san. It's a pleasure to meet you," Sousuke proclaimed, reaching out his hand as the man noticed the judge's presence, glancing in his direction instead of hers.

"Aizen-san, A pleasure as well. I didn't know you come to these types of events," the older man clarified. It was Meninas who answered instead.

"That's because I'm afraid he's here on my behalf," she giggled, Barraggan seemed to be more interested in speaking to her instead, as his moody features changed into a smile.

"Do you enjoy the vigor of these fighters?"

"It's not the vigor or even the prowess. Meninas enjoys watching the younger men's definition. I'm quite jealous." Aizen-sama explained, causing both men to laugh at her expense. She blushed from embarrassment.

"Aizen-sama you promised you wouldn't embarrass me," she pouted, crossing her arms, emphasizing her cleavage, just as they rehearsed. Sousuke noticed the Minister's attention on his date as he grinned.

"I apologize, McAllon-chan."

"I'm sure Aizen-san didn't mean it. We older men understand the delights of a...youthful anatomy," the older man spouted nervously as he pulled a bit on his tie.

"Well, I've come to know that-," she moved a bit closer to the muscular man, "-young men can be quite deceiving."

The older man remained silent looking at her lips, "H.. how so?"

She smiled as she leaned closer, whispering into his ear, "They sometimes have no idea how to please a woman due to lack of experience."

"Is that so?" he grinned, watching the pink-haired beauty innocently nod.

"Now, Now, you're distracting the Minister from the entertainment," Aizen suggested causing her to lean away.

"That is quite alright, Aizen-san. Her company is always welcome," he stated, smiling at the younger girl.

The fighting event seemed to cause everyone to enjoy themselves as Sousuke's attention was on the Minister. He could care less about these barbaric methods of sport, what he was more interested in was what benefited him and furthered his status. Sousuke noticed the man's attention drift from Meninas to the announcement of an upcoming fight. His piqued curiosity showed how interested he was in this particular fighter. Barraggan's eyes focused on a bulky-sized man with one side of his head spiky red while the other black and shaved. The man also had an oddly shaped tattoo where his eyebrows should be, matching the color of his spiky red hair. Souke glanced at his opponent who was a familiar redhead at the other side of the ring, it seemed the younger gentleman noticed him as well.

"By any chance, have you placed bets on any of the fighters, Louisenbairn-san?"

The older man glanced a bit in Sousuke's direction and nodded. "I placed a hefty amount of money on Edrad Liones. The man is an exceptional fighter and I have it on good authority, he will win. I made the right choice."

"Well, not to criticize your information, I have an inkling that you won't be happy with the outcome."

It seemed that upset the Minister greatly as he gritted his teeth in frustration. He leaned closer to Sousuke to whisper, "The other fighter is an up and comer, no one leaves from here without being vetted. Which means if he knows what is good for him, he'll understand how the world works."

Sousuke had an inclination that these fights were staged. But glancing at the fighter in question, it seemed he wasn't in agreement with his manager.

"This one seems stubborn, Louisenbairn-san. Wouldn't it be much easier to place your bet on the winning fighter?"

"You're new to this, Aizen-san. This is not how it works, leave this to more experienced men."

Sousuke didn't like the implications or the slight.

"Meninas," he gently said her name eyes still focused on Barraggan, he pulled out his card, "I want you to bet 217 million yen (2million US) on the fighter, Jinta Hanakari. While also, making another bet separately. How much did you bet on Edrad, Louisenbairn-san?"

The Minister bit down hard on his teeth, before telling him, "10 million yen (100 thousand US)."

"Another separate bet, 10 million yen on Hanakari defeating Edrad by knock out."

Meninas looked at the two men, one furious and the other smirking as she held the card. When Meninas disappeared, Barraggan stared hard with fumes from his ears.

"Trying to make me look a fool in front of your date. By the end of this fight, let's see her be with someone 220 million yen in debt." He laughed.

"Then if you feel that will be the outcome, then enjoy the fight, Minister."

Barraggan didn't like the man's tone or smug look. He wasn't sure what type of connections Sousuke Aizen had, but glancing at the fighter Hanakari, made him feel uneasy. The younger man was looking at Aizen as if he wanted to fight the gentleman himself. He was sure of the fixed fights in Osaka, especially in this establishment, but now he was unsure. He was never unsure. He tapped on his assistant beside him.

"Place a separate bet on Hanakari, 20 million yen"

"But sir-"

"Do not question me, go."

His assistant fearfully left as the director undid his tie a bit more. He was gonna at least go home with something either way.

-o-

"THAT IS A KNOCKOUT BY JINTA HANAKARI!"

The announcer blasted on the mic. Some of the spectators watching the fight were surprised or vehemently pissed at the outcome. Jinta didn't give a shit as he squirted the bottle of water on his head and drank the rest of its contents before chucking it on the floor. He remained silent and gave little input with being asked questions. He just wanted to shower and lay in the hotel room for a few days.

His coach came into his locker room, nervously scratching the back of his neck.

"Look Jinta, you have to understand that the sponsors who were backing you were giving me a lot of shit. It was just one fight."

Jinta placed a clean shirt on and picked up his bag, "Fuck you, Mask."

"Fuck me, do you know the shitstorm you caused? I warned you how dangerous it was to not listen to them."

"I also warned you that I didn't want to be part of fixed fights, you fucking son of a bitch."

"This was the only way."

Jinta pushed him aside as he tried to leave, only for someone to enter the room. An attractive pink-haired girl winking at him and glancing at his manager.

"Judge Aizen-sama and Minster of State Louisenbairn-sama would like to meet you both."

"I was leaving-" Jinta added before Mask interjected.

"He would be delighted ... umm-"

"Meninas McAllon-" she reached out her hand.

"Mask De Masculine and you already know this idiot," he stated, shaking her hand while patting hard down on Jinta's shoulder.

She shook Jinta's hand as well. She beckoned them to follow her as she left the room.

"Jinta, you owe me. Just shut up and let me do the talking." The older bulky man exclaimed as Jinta growled.

Both men exited the locker room to find the pretty escort smiling. They made their way to a room that had a nice mahogany table with Sake and food spread among them.

Jinta sat in the custom leather seats with his manager, it was big enough to house his massive size. The pink-haired girl was seated beside him, so he was stuck in the middle furthering his irritation. Mask did the honors of introducing them, Jinta made it a habit of staying quiet and just slabbing food onto his plate.

"You both have to thank Aizen-sama for showing me the error of my ways, Hanakari is new to all this but Mask-san I'm a little disappointed." Barraggan being muscular still reprimanded the man who was twice his size. Mask scratched the back of his head and apologized, "I apologize this was sprung up last minute and Jinta can be quite stubborn at times."

"I admire his stubbornness and skill, it's why I'm interested in him fighting Yammy," the older man smiled.

Mask nervously glanced at Jinta who seemed to just be interested in eating his food rather than the conversation.

"Y...Yammy?"

"Is there a problem?"

"No, I thought he was stripped of his rights to fight for constantly using illegal and quite lethal moves? The public named him the MMAV, Mixed Martial Arts Villian."

"Well, we've been meaning to take him out of retirement so we just needed a fighter to put on a good show," the older man drank from his sake cup, "and drop on the second round."

"NO," Jinta added without hesitation before his manager could get a word in.

"Excuse me?" Barraggan replied, looking at the younger man with contempt.

"I'm not interested in fixed fights and I sure as hell not going to make a piece of shit fighter look good."

"Then you can forget about making it big or a shot at arriving in America." The white-haired elder shouted at Jinta who just stared at him.

It was then that Sousuke decided to intervene.

"Perhaps he's interested in other things to change his mind, women?"

Just as the words left his mouth, Meninas reached her hand between the redhead's legs, giving him a start. He pushed her gently away as he glared at Sousuke.

"NO!" He asserted.

"Men?"

"I said No. I'm not interested in being anyone's puppet. I had a feeling Yammy made it to where he was because of rich assholes like you. I'll make my own way, get someone else to have that talentless bulldozer look good."

"Jinta, please shut your mouth," Mask pleaded, holding the man down who was seconds away from getting up and leaving.

"Why do I need to stay and listen to any more shit? I'm not interested."

"Well, maybe you'd be interested in this," Sousuke challenged as Meninas happily pulled out her phone.

"She's really pretty isn't she?" she questioned, giggling as she positioned the phone in front of Jinta to see the images. They showed a Yuzu happily with her classmates, volunteering at the hospital, and finally walking into the Kurosaki Clinic.

Jinta remained silent for a moment, shaking from the rage that was building up as he glanced at the Judge.

"She's also rather kind-hearted," Sousuke continued as if visual daggers weren't being directed in his direction.

"How do you know such a sweet flower as this, Aizen-san?" Barraggan exclaimed, after glancing at the phone.

"I had the pleasure of speaking to her during my visit at the Kurosaki Hospital. You'd think with a name meaning a fruit that is known for its sour taste, she's anything but ... extremely pleasant. I would hate for anything to happen to her."

"You mother fucker," Jinta yelled, crawling over the food and table to get to Sousuke, only to be held down hard by his manager.

"Jinta, Please control yourself. This doesn't help anyone especially Yuzu."

"Listen to your manager, Boy," Barraggan threatened, as Jinta furiously glared at the older man, finally removing himself from his manager's grip.

Jinta remained silent as he glanced down at his fists that were turning white from gripping so hard.

Barragan decided to part, "Well, that's settled. I'm looking forward to doing business with you, Aizen-sama. You as well Hanakari." The older man gathered his belongings and smiled at Meninas who blew him a kiss before he left. Once the door was closed, Sousuke took his phone out of his pocket. Jinta started to hear a recording of the conversation they just had.

"You understand that it was nothing personal, Hanakari. I just needed to convince Louisenbairn-san that I agreed with his methods. I have everything I need to expose the man, and as for the fight with Yammy, you can use any means necessary to defeat him."

"What about Yuzu?" he growled out.

"Nothing, I suggest you keep her at a distance until everything is settled."

"I don't trust you."

"As you should, but what other choice do you have?"

Jinta gritted his teeth as he nodded in agreement, Mask stood up as well as Jinta.

"If anything happens to Yuzu, I swear I'm coming after you," He threatened before he exited the room with Mask bowing to the remaining occupants of the room and leaving.

"He's a handsome boy, such a shame," Meninas grumbled.

Sousuke grinned at her reaching for his cup of sake, "He's only a pawn in getting Barragan out of the way. I do not need someone as hotheaded as him."

"What of his pretty little girlfriend?"

"Nothing. I'm not a complete monster," Sousuke chuckled as he downed his drink.

-x-

Aizen you devious person you.

I apologize for not having any Ichihime in this chapter, that's going to be the next one. I also had to add what the other characters were up to and how everything will connect.

If anyone wants to contact me, don't hesitate to PM me personally, I don't mind. I also have a discord account if you're interested in that you can PM me too and I can give you my account name details. I love talking about Bleach and Ichihime, I tried talking in the Bleach community but most of them are anime watchers and not fans of Ichihime.