Disclaimer: Can't enough of that golden BLEACH…no we can't Kubo-sensei!
A/N slight warning/spoiler for those who are not caught up on recent bleach saga/chapters. Also Ichigo will grow up throughout the series and the switching view points starts now…
Dedicated to/Inspired by: Cas
Warnings: AU, OOC-ness, everything I announced before
Pairings: PLENTY. GRINS.
THANK YOU TO ALL WHO HAVE DECIDED TO DIVE/FAVE THE ICHI-SKIRT MINI SERIES and a special extra thank you to Castiel4Life for dropping a review even though it was just a prologue. Let's see what you all think of the official first chapter eh?
~SLY~
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SKIRTING through LIFE
001 ZAN BACH
(Winter ~ Age 14)
And so Ichigo's skirt wearing days began…
The skirt he had found in the box hidden inside his mothers drawer was a perfect fit. Well almost perfect, there was an inch or two of space but that could easily be fixed with a belt.
Ichigo took another peak inside the box and discovered a thin red cord.
'Perfect.'
Now all he needed was shoes.
Kicking aside his father's not so secret stash of dirty porn mags, Ichigo rummaged in the back of the goats closet. His father Isshin, despite being a pretty big man, didn't have big feet.
So yes the John Deere's would do nicely since after all Ichigo couldn't very well go stomping around in 3 feet of snow in heels.
Plus he wasn't quite ready for heels yet since after all he was only fourteen and fourteen year old boys shouldn't over or under dress.
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His classmates and friends gawked at him when he stepped off the bus, mixtures of shock, envy and disgust written across their faces.
His teachers found it difficult to reprimand Ichigo or issue him a detention because he was still technically abiding by the dress code.
But that didn't mean Ichigo didn't run into a few roadblocks because he did…
A certain white-faced hall monitor who simply went by the name "Shiro" stopped Ichigo on his way to class and proceeded to inform the berry that he was "in trouble"-well actually Shiro's exact words had been "Ya are in deep shit now Ichi" but same damn thing really.
Ichigo never cared much for older boy. Couldn't decide if it was because of Shiro's creepy golden eyes or the way the hall monitor tended to abuse his power.
Shiro grabbed Ichigo none-too-gently and dragged him through the hall and towards the principal's office.
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"Ya just wait here a sec Ichi, I gotta go inform his majesty of ya arrival."
Ichigo although mildly confused and irritated waited patiently on the bench just outside of the principal's office.
After a moment or two Ichigo heard the deep resonating voice on the other side of the door telling him to "Enter" and swallowed the invisible lump suddenly forming in his throat.
This was it-the moment he would surely be expelled or something.
'Ah well best to get it over with now rather than drag out it' Ichigo decided.
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"I don't want you to think you're in any kind of trouble Ichigo but you have to understand that as principal of this school certain things are expected of me and I can not play favorites."
Ichigo said nothing. Although the man's chair was currently turned away from him, he didn't want to make matters worse by saying or doing something stupid.
Especially since the principal could see his each and every movement through the mirror.
"Your outfit today has caused quite an uproar," at these words the man turned his chair around and faced Ichigo at last. "And I've received several calls and complaints all morning from concerned parents and a number of angry texts from the superintendent himself, so you see my hands are kind of tied here."
Ichigo's orange brows furrowed together and he bowed his head lowly in order to mask his shock-the man sitting behind the desk was nothing at all like he had expected, nothing at all like the rumors had suggested.
Tall, lean and pale skinned with burgundy and black colored locks of hair falling about mid-length, dark eyes, beautiful high cheekbones, perfectly trimmed stubble around his mouth and jaw.
Ichigo couldn't help it he was kind of in a daze of sorts all of sudden.
Wasn't even really paying attention to what the man was telling him. Not really.
"I can not let you go back out there dressed as you are."
Weather worn knuckles rapped on the desk calling the boy to attention.
"…"
Ichigo jumped "Uh um oh are you sending me home, sir?"
Honestly he didn't really care either way since the next period was gym class and he really had no desire to climb ropes or jump over walls or do whatever else Coach "Shihoin" wanted him and his classmates to do.
"No I'm not sending you home for wearing a skirt, that would be entirely unfair not to mention prejudice. And Seirei Academy prides itself on embracing all it students regardless of race, color, gender or religion."
"Then what are you telling me, sir?"
Bach stood up just then, something flashing in his deep, dark eyes as he commanded that Ichigo call him…
"It's Zangetsu or Zan but please not sir I hate being called sir especially by one of my finest students."
Ichigo blushed. He couldn't help it.
It was quite a compliment to receive from a man like Principal "Bach" or "Zan"-especially since rumor had it that "Bach/Zan" had a bit of a checkered past and wasn't exactly the most patient, forgiving or understanding of men.
Still Ichigo didn't pay much attention to rumors, sitting here and now inside the man's office, he decided "Bach/Zan" wasn't so bad.
Well actually that was another thing everyone called the man Bach or Principal Bach-but Ichigo had once over heard the name "Yhwah Vandenreich" uttered in conversation and figured that the man had probably simplified it because of its difficult pronunciation.
Then again maybe "Bach/Zan" simply didn't care for his name. Ichigo had no way of knowing. And decided it didn't matter because "Yhwah and Bach and Zan" were one and the same.
And right now this "man" was being lenient with him.
"Um then what are you trying to tell me, Sir I mean Zan?"
There was a moment's pause while Principal "Bach/Zan" turned to look out the window. Ichigo didn't really know what else he should do so he sat patiently once more and waited for the man's response.
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Clueless and just as innocent as a lamb that wandered onto a land run by wolves, that's what the boy was. And heaven help him, Zan/Bach wanted to ruin and taint and strip said innocence from said 'lamb'.
Ichigo was already a knock out with his flawless peach-toned skin, expressive wide brown eyes and fire-orange locks-he filled out a uniform far better than a 14-year-old boy had any right to.
Small boned, with a thin waist and beautiful legs and the boy still had growing to do. Ichigo was still in the awkward weed stage, hadn't fully developed his muscles or grown into his shoes but-oh the potential!
Zangetsu "Bach" Vandenreich adjusted his waistcoat in order to hide his growing erection.
From the very moment Ichigo stepped foot into his office, it had been exceedingly difficult to keep a clear head-it had taken every ounce of Zan's strength and will power not to reach out and caress one of the boys' lacy-stocking clad thighs or his perfect posterior-it was a modest skirt, made out of wool and navy blue in color falling just below the knee and yet being who Ichigo was, he made simple look positively sinful.
And those boots and the military style jacket? The most seemingly boyish parts of the boys' outfit today-set the whole look off.
'Damn if only I were a few years younger'
Yes if only he were a few years younger, Zan could have at the very least licked the single droplet of crimson staining the corner of Ichigo's mouth.
If only Zan/Bach wasn't a man of morals he could…
He could wait. He would wait. In 3 or 4 years Ichigo would graduate. And by that time Ichigo would be ripe and more importantly the boy, HIS boy, would be fully legal.
Zan mentally willed his erection to soften and then turned back around.
"I have come to a decision."
A pause…simply for dramatic effect purposes only and nothing more…
"You will join the drama club. It is my understanding that they are seeking a new "Keri-dee" and I have decided that you will fill this role and then no one will be able to stop or question your wardrobe."
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"Drama club?" Ichigo was totally baffled. Well that was a bit erm…random wasn't it?
It almost seemed like Zan might laugh at him just then but the man did not instead he continued, "Yes you will join the drama club, Ichigo and then that way no one can object to you wearing a skirt."
Hmm. Well it sounded like it might be kind of fun. Ichigo didn't know anything about acting but he was always anxious/ready to try new things.
Maybe he could even acquire another outfit in the process.
It would be a double win.
And somewhere out there in the world he knew Kaa-san would be smiling.
At the thought, a bright grin blossomed on to Ichigo's face. He stood up, bowed and said, "If joining the drama club will stop people from talking a bunch of crap then I'll do it!"
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Zan could feel a grin of triumph threatening to tug at his own lips but managed to keep it at bay.
Clearing his throat, the man reached into the drawer of his desk and pulled out a small booklet of post-its and a pen. He then scribbled out a brief letter informing the drama club of Ichigo's "choice" to join them later that afternoon.
"You will report to the club at 2:30 pm."
"Two-thirty but its only 11' o clock now-
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Ichigo didn't want to be difficult or anything especially since Zan had given him an easy pass but- "I don't quite understand, am I in trouble after all? Is this your way of telling me I should sit back down and serve detention or something with you?"
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Oh if only Zan could abuse his authority in such a way. If only he could spend a few more hours gawking at the delicious fruit bowing before him.
"No Ichigo you do not have to stay here. You can return to your classes just as soon as you change your clothes."
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Change his clothes? But he hadn't bought an extra change of clothes. The only other thing Ichigo could change into were-
"Well I guess I could wear my gym sweats or something."
Zan/Bach nodded. "That will do." He passed Ichigo the note and dismissed the youth, "Now go you don't want to be late."
Ichigo bowed once more and left.
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Zan listened for the retreating footsteps and then walked over to the small closet door next to his desk and knocked on it twice. "You can come out now Shiro."
The door opened and a powdered youth of 17 years of age stepped outside of the small closet, his gold eyes shining with an equal amount of glee and perversion. He grinned up at Zan, "So how'd it go?"
Zan glared down at the powdered hall monitor. "You know very well how it went," dark eyes flashing, the man grabbed a fist full of Shiro's long powdered locks and made it clear that discussion time was over, "Rather than wasting time running your mouth I'd prefer if you put it to better use."
Shiro's grin widened and he licked his cherry-black painted lips, tongue ring glittering as he did so, dropped down to his knees, crawled forward and reached for Zan's belt. "As ya wish your Majesty." (1)
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TBC
BOTTOM NOTES: LMAO yes I had to go there…I had to…I've always been and will always be a fan of Zangetsu…the shocking new of who the man really is…well yeah so that's my excuse. Anyway hope you enjoyed this chapter!
~SLY~