A/N: Yay! Enjoy it. Please?

I don't own bleach...or victoria secret.

And yes, I am aware that Japan does NOT have Victoria Secret. We will enter the magical fandom world where it does.

Chapter 4:

In which Ichigo is turned on and dragged to the mall, Senna screws with Ichigo's head, and a stray Arrancar does something both wise and stupid. Mostly stupid, though.

...Poor Arrancar 90.7

Ichigo was a survivor. He really was. I mean, he's actually died. Twice. Then underwent a crazyshit training session that where he had to fight his Zanpaktou and Hollow.

With both of them in Bankai.

And the Hollow had just got new jackshit badass Hollow powers.

And then Ichigo had to fight them both.

...Combined. Which SUCKED, by the way.

So, Ichigo never backed down for long. Sure, he had lapses in power so strong that it was actually stupid, but he always bounced back stronger, smoother, taller, and with a hot new bankai outfit and longer sexy hair. Of course, after he killed Aizen's ass he got his hair cut back to it's original and less sexy style, which renders that a moot point, but you get the idea.

...What was I talking about...?

Oh, right. So Ichigo had the natural born skill to bounce back whenever something life threatening, or mentally scarring, happened. And while Ichigo didn't think his dream about Senna and the various inappropriate activities involved, which later involved lots of bondage, cool fondue chocolate, whipped cream, and cherries, as mentally scarring, it was still bad. Really, really bad. I mean, before when he had Dreams Involving Senna and Various Inappropriate Activities TM at least she wasn't there the next day to influence he still raging male teenage hormonal sexual urges. During those times, all he had to do was taking a freezing ass shower and move on with his life. Simple. But, this time as he was making his way to the bathroom to take his morning cold shower, he ran into a problem. A big problem. Well, if you think about it, it was in a way a small problem. She was about a head shorter then him after all. Perfectly sized to do extremely naughty things to his chest and below. Something Dream Senna often did quite skillfully, enthusiastically and so sensually it was torturous.

So, Ichigo made his way to the bathroom, and as he was reaching for the doorknob, the door swung open. Ichigo stared. Senna stared. Isshin, who was walking by, stared for a bit then tip toed away from his son's impending wrath that would result in a very violent Ichigo if said strawberry knew he was there. Luckily, for Isshin, not Ichigo, the brash orange haired teen did NOT realize he had been there since he was very distracted by the sight of Senna in his sister's nightclothes. A good part of Ichigo was repulsed beyond repulsion. I mean, it was his sister's nightdress. And it wasn't even Karin's, Karin's he could maybe handle. Karin was aware of the horrors of this world, and certainly wasn't an innocent sweet tender soul. But no, the universe hated him, so she was Yuzu's nightdress. Senna was wearing Yuzu's -sweet, innocent, carefree Yuzu, who was the practically the family mother- nightdress.

So why the hell could not stop thinking about how unbelievably hot Senna looked in it?

All of Ichigo's blood and rational thought packed their bags, said their goodbyes, and headed down south to the cheerful and hospitable and very welcoming Little Ichigo Down There. Ichigo's face flamed with lust and shame as the remaining thoughts in his head, which weren't large in number, began compiling all the possible ways to get Senna back into the bathroom and out of Yuzu's clothes. While half of his mind involuntarily focused on this task (currently thinking about a way that involved pinning the petite girl to the wall and removing the article of clothing with his teeth and tongue since his hands would be rather busy), the other half goggled at her body. The little nightdress that worked so modestly on Ichigo's baby sister was unbearably erotic on Senna. On Yuzu the hem fell down to just below her knees. On Senna it ended a little above mid thigh, showing off her long fit creamy legs and slender feet. Her toes are really cute...Ichigo thought hazily, eyes not so subtly ravishing her body. The dress, fit for Yuzu's mostly curveless twelve year old body, was tight on Senna's luscious and slender hourglass figure, promoting her sexy hips and full breasts. This thick spaghetti straps focused Ichigo's attention on her slender and bare shoulders and arms, which were clasped behind her back, throwing her shoulders back slightly and teasingly. Her juicy lips were pulled back into a beaming smile, a little enticing flush on her cheeks as her tangerine eyes sparkled. Her plum hair was down, as usual. Ichigo swallowed thickly, taking care to not move and risk having his boxers brush against a very sensitive area that could not afford the attention.

Senna wasn't knowledgeable or experienced with boys, or even the male gender. They had always avoided her at school, due tor her quirky personality, and the girls shunned her for some reason, causing the male population to avoid her even further. But even she could tell when a boy liked the view, which Ichigo quite obviously did. Hot satisfaction and pleasure spread from her fingers to her toes, hot pulses of desire pumping in her stomach at Ichigo's obvious lust of her body. She flushed heatedly as Ichigo's searing amber eyes, darkened with something wild and passionate, devoured the sight of her, lingering on her tense legs, which felt rather like jelly at the moment. Feeling a little playful, she clasped her hands behind her back, throwing her shoulders out slightly, feeling extremely pleased as Ichigo noticed and the intense want in his eyes furthered. Senna beamed up at the agitated and aroused teen. "Good morning Ichigo!" She trilled cheerfully, deciding to have mercy on his poor flustered soul and not mention that he had been ogling her for the last three minutes. Ichigo's flaming red face snapped to hers, his wide eyes shooting to meet hers laughing orange ones. "G-Good Morning." He squeaked, discomposure nonexistent. "Am I in your way?" Senna asked innocently, tilting her head to the left, exposing more of her neck, feeling sadistically gleeful as Ichigo's amber orbs swept over to her swan like neck and drank it all in. Ichigo gulped. "Uh..."

"Oi, Ichi-nii. Hurry up, will you?" Karin pouted from behind him, and Ichigo jumped like he was poke ed with an electric rod. Shoving past Senna, he dashed into the bathroom, slamming the door in his wake. Senna laughed loudly, clutching her stomach in mirth. She walked off to change back into her clothes, which was her school outfit, skipping merrily back to the Kurosaki girls' room. Karin watched her retreating back curiously, then turned to stare at the closed bathroom door. She kicked up an eyebrow thoughtfully, smirking as she put her hand to her chin.

Interesting...

Ichigo shivered as the ice cold water poured down on his cooling body, which was pulsing with so much heat and lust that he felt that his body was immersed in pleasant flames. The heavenly vision of Senna in The Nightdress (Yes, in capitals) flashed through his mind once again.

Ichigo reached out and lowered the water temperature.

Hollow Ichigo was running faster then he ever had in his life. Even faster then his first and second battle with King. Dragging Zangetsu by the cloak, Hollow Ichigo dashed madly to the duck pond. Reaching the cool salvation, Hollow Ichigo chucked the suave Zanpaktou spirit into the water, hearing the loud splash that followed. Jumping past the scattering ducks and perching on the shore of the small pond, he peered into the water and realized it was worse then he thought, since Zangetsu was just lying there, completely unresponsive to the fact that if he didn't surface he would drown. Reaching into the small pool, he grabbed the Old Man by the collar and pulled him out, watching as he gasped for air limply.

"...Thank...You..." Zangetsu wheezed to the albino hollow. The hollow nodded sympathetically. While the darker side of Ichigo loved destruction and rejoiced in death, there were some fates he wouldn't wish on anyone.

Overheating and dying from a stroke thanks to your wielders rampaging hormones and naughty dreams was one of them.

When Ichigo finally trudged down the stairs, Senna, thank kami-sama, was dressed back into her school clothes and was eating breakfast happily. He warily sat across from her, smiling tiredly at Yuzu who handed him a plate with some toast and pancakes. Ah, western pancakes. Just what he needed to save his hot yet dismal morning. He began to eat with gusto, relishing in the baked goodness that was the Western pancake. His morning troubles began to sew together, healing and leaving Ichigo contented. Senna was back in his life, safe and home with him, school was looking up with no more life or death rescue missions, his idiot dad was too distracted with his 'fourth daughter' to attack him, and his family knew about his Shinigami side life. At the moment, Ichigo felt like nothing could go wrong.

"...and that is why, my new and beloved fourth daughter, that you and my rebellious son must go to the mall and shopping!" Ichigo spat out his juice. "EH?" Isshin continued despite Ichigo shock/horror. "You will need a new wardrobe to celebrate your welcoming into the Kurosaki household!" Senna's eyes glowed excitedly, and despite the impending doom on the horizon, Ichigo couldn't quench the warm bubbly feeling in his stomach at her happy face.

"Kya! Really?"

"Of course, my fourth daughter! And don't forget to buy some sexy lingerie so you will be able to blow my son's hormonal mind and finally make him into a man!"

Ichigo snapped, and jumped over the table and kicked his father in the face. "SHUT UP, YOU BASTARD!"

"Oni-chan!"

"Just leave them. Think that they're bonding."

"...Does this happen a lot?"

"Yeah."

"...Huh. ...Pass the syrup please."

Ichigo twitched as he followed Senna into the mall. She marched in happily as if she owned the place, arms swinging exaggeratedly. Twirling, she rushed off, darting into a random clothing store on her right. Ichigo jogged after her, not wanting to lose her in the large shopping complex. "Oi!" Ichigo entered the store, craning his head over the racks of clothes in search for the hyperactive girl. "Senna? Where the hell are you?" He heard childish, yet so distinctly feminine laughter. "Let's play, Ichigo!" He heard somewhere to his right. He weaved through the articles of clothing on their hangers, growling. "SENNA!"

"We're playing Hide and Seek!" Came her cheerful voice, now to his left. "You have to find me to win!" Ichigo slapped a hand to his forehead and dragged it down his face. "Nrghhhh..."He groaned, this time in exasperation.

...How am I supposed to find her in here? Ichigo wondered, starting to shift clothes aside in his search for the former Memory Rosary. "Senna! Get back here!" All he got was infectious laughter.

While Senna was the one who started the games, she was also the first to forget that she was playing. And thus, she forgot the match of Hide and Seek that she had started with Ichigo and began looking at clothes. Scrutinizing several shirts, she pondered them carefully. On one hand, they were cute, but would they look good on her? It was a tough call. But then she thought about Ichigo, and how much these clothes would mess with his head.

There was no choice really.

Ichigo growled after ambushing the sixth rack of clothes and finding not even one of Senna's hairs. Dammit! "Senna!" Ichigo roared, startling several passerby shoppers. "Where the hell are you?"

"Wow, you are terrible at this game." Came Senna disapproving voice from behind him and Ichigo twitched. He spun around on his heel, and opened his mouth furiously to yell at the idiot for getting lost in the damn store when his brain short circuited. Senna smiled widely at his obvious shock and admiration of her chosen outfit. It was a tough call, but the look on his face was absolutely priceless. Senna smiled a little too sweetly to not be at least a little evil at the astounded Kurosaki. Dark brown loose fabric was the material used for the tunic-length shirt Senna currently sported. It was regular T shirt with the shoulders cut out to create an off-shoulder look with a scoop neck accented by fabric ties that attached behind neck for a racer back style. Senna stuck her arms out wide and spun around, modeling for the baffled strawberry, her ruffled jean miniskirt rising up gently to give him a taunting preview of her mid thighs. Ichigo really tried not to stare, he really did, but he found it impossible. "..." He gaped speechlessly, as she stood authoritatively, legs spread apart and hands on her hips, and her head held high. "Whadda you think?" Ichigo swallowed. "Good." He croaked out somehow. Senna beamed and flounced back to the dressing room, dragging Ichigo along with her. "Yay! Now you can help me with my other outfits!" Ichigo could only let himself be dragged along as his mind processed what he had just heard.

Torture. Wonderful, heart wrenching torture. That was the only way to describe it as Senna modeled outfit after outfit for his wandering teenage eyes, each outfit seeming even more sexual then the last. Even the embroidered orange top that hid everything seemed unbearably sensual to Ichigo. It was orange. Orange was Ichigo's color. It was like wearing a giant sign: I belong to Kurosaki Ichigo and only Kurosaki Ichigo. Ichigo happened to approve of said message.

A lot.

Finally, Ichigo couldn't take it anymore as she burst triumphantly out of the dressing room, striking a heroic pose in a loose thin red V neck spaghetti strap tank top with glittering sequins placed tastefully on the breasts, a thick strip of the same sequined material underneath separating her chest from her ribcage, complimented by a pair of dark blue denim shorts that showed so much leg that it should be against the law. "What-Ah!" Senna exclaimed, waving her arms frantically as Ichigo shoved her back into the dressing room and closing the door behind her. "They all look fine," Ichigo said scowling, voice strained from the severe understatement of Senna's pure and sheer beauty. "Just change and get whichever ones you want." Ichigo could practically feel Senna's crossed arms and huffy pout. "Whatever you say, your majesty." She sighed dramatically and Ichigo could hear the rustling as she removed the store's clothes to change back into her own. Ichigo silently groaned.

He really shouldn't have pictured that.

Senna beamed, two shopping bags swinging lightly from her outstretched arms. Her legs marched forward exaggeratedly and playfully, Ichigo slouching behind her, scowling at her back, also carrying some brightly colored shopping bags in his arms. As they passed an innocent looking column, two odd looking individuals peeked out from behind. One was a man in an odd assortment of green clothing, fan hiding his lower face and his green and white striped bucket hat concealing messy sandy hair. The other was dressed in a bright red button down shirt, black pants with a light stubble on his chin and cheeks, and his were star struck with pride. In other words, the two peeping men stood out insanely yet blended in like chameleons. Their dark eyes gleamed, slightly insanely, as they watched the two teens trudge through the mall. Urahara whistled quietly. "Wow." Isshin nodded, turning to look at his old companion. "I know. It's insane right?" Urahara nodded behind his fan, eyes sparkling dangerously with glee. "I mean, I haven't sensed this much sexual tension between a pair of people since...since..." Urahara trailed off thoughtfully. Kurosaki-san and Senna-chan had a LOT of sexual tension, and it was challenging to think of a adequate comparison. "...since Kensei-san and Marshiro-san!" Isshin gaped at the odd storekeeper. "That much?" Urahara slipped into the crowd, Isshin following, and gestured to the tall bright teen and his shorter darker 'companion'.

"...Point."

Ichigo wasn't afraid of a lot of things. In fact, he was practically afraid of nothing besides losing his loved ones (coughSennacough). But this...this was just horrifying. Ichigo stood, frozen in fear, shopping bags hanging loosely from his suddenly sweaty palms, staring at the sight in front of him in white faced terror. Senna eyes prodded his stiff body curiously. "...Ichigo?" Ichigo shook his head resolutely. "No."

"But-"

"NO." Senna sighed, and turned away from him dejectedly. "Alright." She mumbled, disappointed, scuffing a dark shoe against the mall floor. Ichigo turned his back to her and looked away determinedly. She was NOT going to suck him in and get her extremely ridiculous and embarrassing way. She was not. Ichigo heard her slow and heavy footsteps against the linoleum tile and his head unwillingly turned to see Senna walking to the store doors slowly and heavily, head hanging in discontent, resembling a desolate wilting sunflower without any hope in the world. Ichigo turned away again, trying to ignore the churning and raging guilt. His resolve cracked and he inwardly trembled, his stiff posture breaking slightly before hardening and standing his tallest. It's only an act to get her way. Ichigo reminded himself firmly. Just an act. Rukia does this all the time, and you're fine. I'm fine, it's just a stupid show. Senna stopped in front of the glass door, putting a hand on the door handle and heaved a pathetic heartbroken sigh. Ichigo twitched. ...Dammit. With a heavy and resigned heart, he turned and walked over to Senna. Pushing open the door, he dragged the now beaming girl into the Victoria Secret, already feeling like he made the biggest mistake of his life.

Isshin and Urahara gaped shamelessly as the watched Ichigo break down and actually enter a woman's lingerie store out of his own freewill.

And it wasn't just any lingerie store. It was Victoria Secret. The sexiest and most awkward of all lingerie stores in existence.

"How long did it take for him to crack?" Urahara asked breathlessly, in complete awe of Senna's flawless mastery of Ichigo. Isshin checked his watch. "About 30 seconds."

There was a pause.

"Let this be a reminder to never piss her off." Isshin vowed into the silence and Urahara nodded fervently.

"Agreed. With her being able to manipulate Ichigo like he was a puppet so effortlessly, she would have no trouble sicking him on us."

The two men glanced at each other and then looked back to the Victoria Secret.

Each other. Victoria Secret.

They shuddered.

Hollow Ichigo blinked up at the sky. The weather was going absolutely bonkers.

And Hollow Ichigo never, and I mean never, used words like bonkers. That's how weird the weather was acting. Both Hollow Ichigo and Zangetsu stared at swirling dark frantic storm clouds in the sky. There was no fear of rain, however, with the sun shinning brightly and pushing heat on the two powers. They looked at each other.

"...What's-?"

"I'll check." The Zanpaktou spirit assured him, being much more in tune with Ichigo then the Hollow ever could be. Hollow Ichigo was only able to see the outside world when Ichigo put on their mask. Hollow Ichigo watched in bewilderment as Zangetsu's expression, a look of tranquil searching just a moment earlier, dropped into a look of gaping shock. Hollow Ichigo raised an eyebrow. "...Old Man?" Zangetsu continued to stare into space in shock. A gentle breeze, which Hollow Ichigo strongly felt was their representation of a tumble weed, caressed their clothes and hair gently. Hollow Ichigo coughed.

"Uh...Zangetsu?"

"He's in a Victoria Secret." Hollow Ichigo choked and his eyes grew impossibly wide and bulged. "WHAT? Lemme see!" He grabbed onto Zangetsu and focused. Zangetsu rarely let him use the connection to see the outside world when Ichigo wasn't in Hollow form, but he seemed to stunned to care. An image with blurred edges entered Hollow Ichigo's mind. It was bright, and Ichigo was surrounded by mannequins dressed in flimsy lacy undergarments, tubs of every bra type imaginable, and short nightgowns and teddies of all varieties.

It was every male teen's dream to be in such a store. Hollow Ichigo gaped, eyes closed in concentration as he focused on the image. Ichigo was looking around nervously, and Hollow Ichigo could now hear his frantic thought process;

Oh, Kami-sama. Why did I agree to this? HOW COULD I LET HER MAKE ME AGREE TO THIS?

"Ichigo!" King turned around and his eyes landed on the hottest girl Hollow Ichigo had ever laid eyes on. Granted, the only girls Hollow Ichigo had ever seen were the girls that Ichigo had ever seen when in Hollow form, and that was Rukia, Orihime, and the kid version of Nel. Still. Hot DAMN. Her blackberry purple hair was shiny and smooth, her large orange eyes excited and sparkling, and her body was beyond fine. I mean, WOW. How was King able to score a girl like that? Hollow Ichigo wondered, eyes wide open, gold irises glinting wickedly, and a wide leer stretching across his face, dark blue tongue licking his lips zealously. Hollow Ichigo watched her cravingly as she skipped forward towards him, short skirt swaying, and in a voice that was way too innocent to not have a ulterior motive, showed him a pair of black lacy panties and if he thought that they would suit her. Hollow Ichigo roared with laughter as she teased the blustering King, thinking that yes, it would suit her absolutely splendidly. Then, the image of perfection disappeared like a popped soap bubble,and the white hollow was left staring at the sideways city's sky, which was more chaotic than ever. Zangetsu, having recovered from his bout of shock, was glaring down at him. Hollow Ichigo blinked 'innocently'. "What?" He asked in a amused and fake docile tone. "I can't check on my King when he is obviously so upset?" Zangetsu's glared deepened. "You were drooling on my boots." Hollow Ichigo blinked, confused. He looked down at Zangetsu's feet.

"Well, son of a bitch." Hollow Ichigo marveled. "I really did drool on your shoes." Zangetsu shot him a glare of absolute loathing, and stalked off, cloak swirling at his heels. Hollow Ichigo's head tilted up to the swirling wild clouds and grinned.

Well, damn. Queen was one hell of a woman. Better not screw this up, King.

Ichigo was pretty sure this what it was like to be Renji. Having the girl, no, the woman, of your dreams and fantasies act so casual around you. To torture you with shopping, innocent touches that sent your body on fire, and to smell. So. Damn. Good. Although, Ichigo didn't think Rukia tortured Renji like this. This was just plain evil. Pure and simple evil.

"Do you think this would look good?" Senna held up a devilishly simple pure black nightie, with a simple v neck and thin straps that would end up around mid thigh. Ichigo knew he must look like either he was in intense pain or the horniest pervert ever. "...Gah." He managed to squeak. Senna smiled and turned to look at other selections.

Ichigo never knew that evil could be so scorching hot. Maybe he was just being unfair to the concept of evil. Maybe evil wasn't all that bad.

Senna turned to Ichigo, genuine confusion in her eyes this time, holding up another nightdress, only this one Ichigo was pretty sure made his brain combust into burning hot flame. Senna stared down at in, brows furrowed. "...How does this even work?" She asked, confused. The black nightgown had a lace inset empire waist panel with stretch, at least according to the label. Three small self fabric buttons were on the front of the 'empire lace panel'. The gown was open except for where the three buttons held the gown together. The shoulder straps were black lace.

...Nah. Evil was evil.

Ichigo stared, with a gaping mouth and his amber eyes stretched wider then they had ever stretched.

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…

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"I mean, if it came with some type of bottom, or it wasn't open in the front, then I might be able to understand," Senna continued, not realizing that with each word she was edging Ichigo further and further to the snapping point of his need. "but it doesn't. I don't get it." Ichigo's mouth wordlessly.

HOLLOW! HOLLOW! Ichigo's substitute Shinigami badge blared, signaling that there was a hollow in the area and interrupting the moment of awkward and smothering sexual tension. Ichigo had never been so relieved that a hollow was here threatening to consume multiple souls. And Ichigo had never been so overwhelmingly pissed that a hollow was here threatening to consume multiple souls. Cringing, he dashed into an empty dressing room, locked the door and exited his body, laying it on the bench inside the spacious room. Jumping over the white wooden door, he sprinted out of the store, calling over his shoulder. "Be back!" to the bemused Senna. She cocked her head, and gathered her choices of clothes to try on. "'Kay! Come back soon!"

Arrancar 90.7 wasn't that strong, to be honest. Hell, he didn't even have a whole number. Aizen-sama had run out numbers for his Arrancar, and for the last ten or so had to use decimal points.

There were only 89 number between 10 and 99, and Aizen had created about 115 Arrancar, including the Espada. It was a close cut, but they ran out of whole numbers after Arrancar number 99.

So, Arrancar 90.7 wasn't very impressive, and he had no real goals in life. He wasn't ugly, but he was no Grimmjow-sama or Ulquiorra-sama. So, he figured, since he had nothing else to do, why not challenge the kid that killed Aizen-sama.

Oh, he was totally going to die, but at least he'd have something to do.

Yes, Las Noches was really that boring without the Espada and Ichimaru around.

So, Arrancar 90.7 tracked down the kid's spiritual pressure with ease. I mean, who else had such a ridiculously powerful reiatsu in this town with a tinge of Hollow in it?

Exactly.

While Arrancar 90.7 was confused why the kid was in a woman lingerie store, he continued on his rather pointless quest. He noticed that the reiatsu was coming from a dressing room, tinged with a sweeter, feminine human reiatsu. Now this is where the wise part kicked in. The human girl behind the door was obviously close to the kid, to be reeking of his spiritual scent. He could use the girl to make defeating the orange haired brat a, very very slim, chance! Using his sword to slice the lock (kicking the door down would attract human attention) he slipped inside, intent on kidnapping the human.

And this, dear readers, is where the stupid kicked in.

A lot.

You see, as previous chapters may have indicated, Ichigo was a rather protective person. Possessive too, since the mere sight of Senna wearing the color orange and implying that she belonged to him could turn him on to the point of insanity. So when Arrancar 90.7 walked in on Senna examining her reflection in a white nightie that had a pretty see through skirt and with lacy flower designs embedded on the chest, Arrancar 90.7 knew that he done something pretty stupid. And that his death would be painful.

Really, really painful.

A/N: I can't make clothes up, so they're all based on something.

Unfortunately, I can't put links on here. It's evil. So credit goes to who made/sells the articles of clothing described. Kudos.

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