A/N:
Hey, what's up? School is almost back in. Only two days left! Haaa imma miss summer D: But anyways, here is chapter three. Its short and its crap.
Chapter Warnings: OOC (like always!), mild fighting, horrible writing (I'm sorry im a crappy author!), and thats about it.
Characters Introduced: Ulquiorra Cifer (Sp?).
Smile: A facial expression characterized by an upward curving of the corners of the mouth and indicating pleasure, amusement, or derision.
Ichigo and company had been given a grand tour of Las Noches soon after the introductions had ceased. Ichigo had followed Urahara and Yoruichi obediently as they conversed with their old friend, while Ichigo walked silently alone. He felt the need to compliment Aizen though, for the beautiful architecture and overall stability and size of the establishment the man ruled. One would never believe something this large could be hiding in a secret underground area like this. It was probably better hidden than their own base under The Urahara Shoten.
After the tour, Ichigo had been led to his room; which was not next to, but still close to Urahara's and Yoruichi's. The teen had walked in and immediately gotten overly excited. The room was huge, with an oversized bed in the middle resting peacefully on a large circular platform that rose off the ground a couple of inches. Everything was shrouded in white drapes and there were small picture frames hanging in random places with pictures of white items encased. One was a white crayon, another was of a white kitten; one more of a white flower and the last one hanging was holding a picture painted of random white swirls, mixing with red and black swirls until the converged into the middle making a red-ish black color. It was by far Ichigo's favorite.
Urahara walked into Ichigo's room and wolf-whistled while gazing around the white space.
"I think your room is better than mine. How unfair~!" The older man walked over to Ichigo and pouted. He then put a hand on Ichigo's shoulder and leaned on him a bit while still gazing around the room.
"Get off me, perverted old man!" Ichigo warned his teacher as calmly as he could.
"Maa maa Ichigo! My bones are aching from the long walk! Help your teacher out, wont ya?" He whined while bending over acting like his back was in some sort of terrible pain. Ichigo growled and pushed the man away causing the blond to almost trip.
"I said get off, you pervert."
"Name calling isn't nice, my Strawberry!" Another growl from the orange-head teenager. The argued for a minute longer before a few soft knocks were heard at Ichigo's closed door. The two men walked over to answer the door quickly, and came face to face with a teal-eyed man with black hair and a blank expression.
"Aizen-sama would like to invite you to dinner." He announced in a overly lazy monotone voice. How typical.
"Of course! We wouldn't miss is, right Ichigo?" He replied while looking at his student with a large grin, and of course his fan was there as well. Ichigo sighed.
This was going to be a long two months.
The table that Ichigo was currently sitting at was way more extravagant then he had previously thought it would be when Aizen's lackey invited them to dinner. It was so long, Ichigo would probably get winded just walking to the other side of it. Urahara, Yoruichi, and Ichigo had all changed into uniforms provided by Aizen before the dinner. The teen was still fuming about that whole ordeal. Ichigo would have been fine if his uniform had looked somewhat like Urahara's did; white, baggy, with a green obi secured around his waste. It looked just like the ones Aizen's subordinates were currently wearing. Yoruichi was given a white dress that only went down mid-thigh and hung down low in her breast area. They were both wearing uniforms that suited them and looked good on them.
Ichigo wasn't as lucky with his uniform.
It was tight, and stuck to every curve Ichigo's body possessed. The pants kind of reminded the teenager of the pants he wore to clubs, the ones that took almost thirty minutes to squeeze into. Not that he hated pants like that or anything. The shirt was long-sleeved and also form-fitting, and the over-jacket hugging him even tighter. It was more annoying than anything else.
The worst part was the obi that Aizen and Urahara had specifically crafted for him. It was white with little red strawberries decorating the piece of fabric, and was currently tied around his waist just so he wouldn't be rude to Aizen and end up getting kicked out of Las Noches. If that happened he would have no choice but to live with his family, and Ichigo wasn't ready to do that anytime soon.
Ichigo sat at the table next to Urahara and Yoruichi, while Aizen sat at the head of the table on the opposite end. Aizen's hands were folding in front of him on the table and a piece of his hair rested in between brown eyes.
"Kisuke, you wouldn't mind if I had a few more visitors eat with us would you?" The brunette asked.
Urahara shook his head. "Of course not Sousuke. I'm sure we'll all get along, right Ichigo?" Urahara looked at his student with questioning eyes. Ichigo snorted.
"I'm not a child, Urahara."
Yoruichi laughed twirled a piece of her purple hair. "Sometimes you act like one though."
"What the hell!" The orangette said loudly. Urahara laughed along with Yoruichi while Aizen just smiled at the scene before him.
"May I ask you something Kisuke?" Aizen asked when the three had stopped their arguing.
"Of course, dear friend~!"
Aizen's gaze shifted to Ichigo who seemed to be watching the white laced tablecloth intently. The teen looked up when he felt eyes watching him, and his brown eyes met with Aizen's piercing ones. Urahara and Yoruichi watched the small staring contest with curious eyes, waiting to hear Aizen's question that had yet to be asked. The brunette smiled at Ichigo and removed his gaze from the orange-headed teen so he could look at the older blond man next to him.
"Who exactly is this boy, Kisuke?"
"Che.." Ichigo scowled at the mighty ruler before him with the hardest scowl the teenager could muster. Aizen looked back at the boy with a sudden interest, and Urahara fanned himself while laughing nervously.
"Do you believe I am unable to introduce myself, Aizen?" The orangette growled at the man down the table.
"Aizen-sama." Said man corrected the teen before him with a smirk. Getting on Ichigo's nerves was very fun to do Aizen noticed. Very fun indeed. This teenager was proving to be wonderfully interesting.
"Excuse me? Why the fuck should I call you Aizen-sama?" Ichigo growled back at the man still smirking at him. Suddenly the man with jet black hair and teal tattoos under his eyes walked into the room gracefully. He bowed deeply before Aizen, at who smiled at the man. Ichigo gaped while watching the new addition in the room. This was Aizen's lackey who had invited them to dinner with his master! No wonder he seemed so respectful to Aizen...
"Please refrain from being so rude to Aizen-sama." Said the monotone voice of Aizen's man.
"Fuck you, lap dog! Why would I listen to anything you say?"
"Ichigo...please contain your anger." Urahara pleaded with his student while reassuringly placing his right hand on Ichigo's shoulder. The teenager didn't seem to hear what his teacher had said, and furiously continued glaring daggers at the two men on the other side of the white room.
"I'll kill you." The teenager warned the other men, who only continued looking smugly at him. His anger just seemed to rise and rise until it was only an inch from its boiling point which was highly dangerous. Ichigo was seething with fury. His raging aura was practically seeping into the still air around him. Ichigo began to grit his teeth and continued to clench and unclench his fists underneath the table. Urahara figure everything would stay in the safe zone as long as nothing too damaging was said to his student, who must have missed his daily dosage of Prozac. Ichigo had been prescribed this medication to help relieve his stress levels and anxiety, and would in the end keep the easily angered teen from becoming too mad. It was a necessity for Ichigo to take it, and when he missed a dose, his anger came out in full force.
"You believe that by some miracle, you will be able to apprehend me? Let alone, murder me? You wouldn't even be able to hurt me, trash." There was no emotion in his words to Ichigo.
Urahara groaned. That was the end of calm Ichigo. This was turning into a bad situation, and they hadn't even been served dinner yet!
"T-trash? I'm trash? I wouldn't be able to hurt you?" Ichigo growled slowly while standing up and pushing his chair back. The teenager was shaking with the urge to kill the man who dared call him trash in front of people. Ichigo would personally show this man, Ogichi wasn't trash. Ogichi was the best at what he did. Urahara was gaping, his jaw wide open and his eyes wide under the shade of his striped hat that had been a birthday present from Ichigo two years ago. Aizen sat still, while watching the brewing fight with increasing interest. Yoruichi was only silent.
Ichigo walked over to the man whose name had not been revealed yet, and glared at him for a moment before reaching into his sleeve to grab a hidden semi-automatic pistol, a special made silencer on the tip; made by Urahara himself. With a steady hand Ichigo pointed the sleek gray weapon towards the black haired man and smirked.
"You should know who you fighting before you challenge them, lackey. What is your name?" Ichigo asked.
"Ulquiorra, and your name trash?" Said man answered while watching Ichigo and the pistol.
Ichigo felt the normal rush of blood and excitement overtake his body when he produced his gun and held it in Ulquiorra's direction. He felt Ogichi's instincts take control and everyone else in to room watched Ichigo's face twist into a large toothy grim.
"Ichigo! Stop it!" Urahara cried out as he saw Ogichi's familiar grin stretch across Ichigo's face. He needed to stop his student, he needed to stop this fight before someone was killed, but Urahara was fearful of Ichigo when he got like this. He didn't really know if Ichigo would harm him or not, and Urahara wasn't willing to take the risk. The blond man was shaking in his seat with his hat casting a shadow over his wide and worried eyes.
Without his smile wavering, Ichigo looked at Ulquiorra and answered.
"You think I cannot harm you? You are nothing but a simple lackey assassin, Ulquiorra. Nothing more, nothing less! You believe I can't kill you?" He asked as calmly as possible. Ulquiorra didn't move or answer the teen.
In a blink of an eye Ichigo had Ulquiorra pinned to the ground with his left foot holding the surprised man down. The specialized gun was pointed directly at Ulquiorra's head, and the black haired lackey had wide eyes and an open mouth like everyone else in the room.
Ichigo licked his lips. His prey was already underneath him, helpless and stunned so he wasn't struggling.
"I'm Ogichi asshole. I'm the best assassin in Japan, so next time hold your tongue when addressing a stranger. It could turn into a deadly situation, ne Ulquiorra?" Ichigo smirked. Without a second thought, Ichigo raised his foot and roughly brought it back down onto Ulquiorra's chest, who coughed when the air was violently knocked out of him. Urahara sighed deeply at Ichigo's natural violent nature, and started to feel compassion for the poor lad laying on the ground. This was about to turn ugly.
Ichigo looked away from Ulquiorra's surprise wracked face when the sound of clapping disrupted the teenager's murderous thoughts. The stunned teen moved his foot off of the raven haired boy and turned around to face the entrance of the dining hall to see a group of people standing there with shocked looks flying towards him.
Ichigo identified the man clapping with pink hair instantly. It was one of the people he had been introduced to when they had first entered Las Noches. What was his name again...?
Aizen smiled and warmly welcomed the new guests to the room. "Were you impressed with Ichigo, Szayel-san?"
Said man smirked and began descending towards the group, and more importantly, Ichigo who had calmed down drastically since the newly found crowd had entered the room.
"He is an interesting specimen indeed, Aizen-sama." Szayel muttered while inspecting the man still laying on the ground next to Ichigo for injuries. Ulquiorra stood up with a new bruise staring to form on his pale chest, and thankfully that was all. Some serious damage could have been dealt if the dinner mates hadn't walking in when they did.
Ichigo huffed in annoyance and walked hurriedly back to his seat next to Urahara and Yoruichi, who were still stunned from Ichigo's random outburst of violence, but when the orange-headed teen got close to his teacher who was openly inspecting Aizen, the teenager felt his appetite disappear.
"I'm not hungry anymore." Ichigo muttered. He was feeling ashamed now, and was sincerely hoping Aizen wasn't planning on kicking them out for his rude behavior that Ichigo had been trying so hard to avoid doing.
"Of course. You may be excused, Ichigo." Aizen announced while smirked at the teenager, who found himself staring at the boring white tile flooring.
"I-I don't really know where- "
"Grimmjow will show you back to your room." Aizen interrupted the sputtering teenager. Ichigo nodded and looked for the familiar blue hair in the crowd of people. He was surprised the teal haired man didn't argue back, Ichigo had pegged Grimmjow to be the arguing type. The other men sat down, and left Grimmjow standing by himself in the middle of the room until Ichigo had finally walked the large distance towards him. Ichigo looked away from Grimmjow when he caught the other man's intense eyes glaring darkly towards him.
After finally leaving the dining room, Grimmjow led Ichigo down one of the hallways that had similar structure, and were easy to mistake for any other different hallway in Las Noches since everything looked the same. Grimmjow said nothing, instead he crossed his arms over his broad chest and kept his teal eyes focused on the area in front of him, which Ichigo found himself thankful for. If Grimmjow said something that would upset the other teenager right now, Ichigo might find himself doing something else he would regret to the man.
Soon the echoing footfalls ended, and Ichigo noticed his door only by the small scuff mark he had accidentally made on the white door. The orangette sighed happily, and watched as the other man moved out of the way to allow Ichigo access to his room. Ichigo blushed lightly for a second before looking up at the taller man through his hair, and giving one of his rare smiles. Grimmjow's eyes widened slightly, and his mouth opened slightly.
"Thank you, Grimmjow." Ichigo said while still smiling. Quickly the teen opened the door,and made his way into his room. After closing the door on the surprised teenager in the hallways, Ichigo let his back meet the cold wood of his door as he leaned on it trying to calm his fluttering heart. He had just smiled at a stranger, while he could not even smile at his own teacher, and friends? Ichigo found himself lying on his stomach with his face pressed into a large white pillow, trying to sort through his once calm thoughts that had now seemed to be chaotic, and flying haphazardly all over the place.
Ending A/N's: I'm sorry if you hate it. And if you happen to be awaiting a chapter update for Fixing Depressed Hearts, well don't. I'm not in the mood. Super sorry.
Random Fact: I just started playing Assassin's Creed 1, and i got addicted. Can someone say, inspiration?:)
Random Fact 2~: I have to announce i, for some unknown reason, hate the SasuNaru pairing. I have no idea why! Its like the most popular pairing ever! D: whats wrong with me?
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