Yay for chapter five! Sorry for the slight delay xP. School is slowly creeping up on me… Oh well. Here goes!
And I still don't own bleach (sighs)…
Ichigo woke up the next morning rather dazed. He let out a yawn and rolled over under the covers. He searched the back of his mind to remember the dream he had had… From what he could recall… it had at least something to do with his current situation of being Donut Boy to high and mighty byakuya.
He gave a tormented sigh. He really shouldn't be having to go through this trouble… He closed his eyes and fell back asleep…
(in ichigo's dream…)
He sat up, startled by a clattering noise.
"Meh. Who woke me up…-" Ichigo yawned, even sleepy within the confines of his imagination.
"Kurosaki Ichigo," Ichigo's head spun a 180 to see the owner of the voice.
N-no… that couldn't be… NOW BYAKUYA HAD EVEN INVADED HIS MIND!?
Ichigo's mouth hung open, jaw down to the floor.
"Doushite, Kamisama? WHY ME!!"
"Why you what, kurosaki? I came to tell you that you are supposed to be helping in the kitchen and guarding the front gates and cleaning the house and-" The 'dream byakuya' put his hand on his chin and continued to list off things, like re-painting his room, and polishing his squad's zanpakutous.
Ichigo's eyes rolled into the back of his head. This was not good…
When ichigo fell backwards and fainted, the last thing he heard was;
"And you are ordered to address me as Kuchiki Byakuya Sama. That is all,"
Ichigo next woke up in a rather dark area. Actually, it wasn't just rather dark. It was pitch black "help me cuz I cant see" dark. But, as far as ichigo could tell, he was in a rather small space… But his thinking was cut off by the sound of someone's voice.
"Ichigo… why are you in the closet?" That was rukia! Wait… closet? That meant…
………… "aw shit"… said ichigo, his eyes widening as he realized his current situation.
Byakuya would petal him to pieces if he was found inside of the closet with rukia!
Just then they heard footsteps outside the closet door…
"Rukia? Kurosaki?" Ichigo felt like his head was going to explode…
"Ara, Nii-sama? In the closet…" Said rukia sleepily.
Ichigo still couldn't see anything, but he searched for an escape from this terrible situation.
The closet door slowly started to creak open, and ichigo felt himself start to sweat…
"Godnogodnogodnogodno…!" he said as the door was about to open fully…
Ichigo woke up and sat upright in his bed. Okay… now that dream could mean one of two things… he was seriously needing to recheck his values, seeing how the dream included byakuya. He shuddered. Or, he had a thing for rukia. WAIT. He already went through this before; hormones… teenage hormones could be blamed for everything…
"Ugh" he groaned and pulled himself out of bed. "that reminds me… I'm supposed to help out in the kitchen, right?" Ichigo picked his head up, and looked towards the door. Ah. He could survive without washing up for one day…
But then his eyes caught a note on the sidetable, underneath which was the apron- thing he'd been given yesterday…
Best wishes from Nii-sama,
-Rukia
P.S. You absolutely have to wear the apron… theres no way around it…
Oh. Great. Now what? So he had to look like a fool… Was it really needed? He looked back down at the note.
"Damn you, rukia…"
He read;
P.P.S -yes it really is needed. Now quit whining and get your ass down here.
Ichigo wanted to hit his head against the wall. Apron? An apron? If he survived this ordeal, Byakuya's life would truly become a living hell…
Ichigo dragged himself out of the bed and shredded the note into pieces. He glared angrily at the apron. He tentatively grasped the fabric of the apron, and picked it up.
"Your kidding me…" ichigo muttered, bewildered, not only was it an apron, it was a silk apron. The apron was one thing, but the silk was an entirely different matter. Kurosaki ichigo did not wear anything soft or silky…
He gulped as he brought the straps around himself and tied them in the back. Finally, he had forced himself to don the apron. He headed toward the door, but stopped and peered into the bathroom…
"Hell no," He groaned as he took a look at himself in the full length mirror. "You've got to be kidding me…" The apron looked horrible on him. He looked like he was trying to do an imitation of his father.
And ultimately failing.
This was one of the worst moments of his life.
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Ichigo trudged down to the kitchen, hunched over and cursing Byakuya's Kenseikan-ridden head. He earned multiple stares from the chefs as he worked his way through the massive group of people in the middle of preparing breakfast. He looked up when he heard a man shout "QUIET!"
The guy was short, probably only 5 foot. He scanned the room, and then continued.
"Ahem. Today, as usual we will be preparing breakfast for the household…-" Ichigo heard people start talking amongst themselves. Hm. So they must get this speech every morning… he kinda felt bad for them. "And he specifically asked that a "Kurosaki Ichigo" make his. Hm. He must like that kid…" Ichigo's eyes widened. Wait a second. He didn't even know how to cook, nevertheless cook for Byakuya! And… if he made a mistake, or tried to ruin his food, he would know it had been him… damn!
" and this kurosaki ichigo, who ever you are… If you make a single mistake, I'll have your head," The short man said, leaving ichigo aghast.
"You seem… a bit distracted," Ichigo looked over his shoulder to see a man, about in his twenties. Ichigo looked him up and down. He was certainly wearing odd clothes for a job in the kitchen… A vest with a hood, underneath which he seemed to have a short sleeved jacket, yet again underneath which was a long sleeved shirt. The vest was bright white, and it had numbers all over it written in dark black. His hood was pulled up to cover the right side of his face, even though he wore a visor over his eyes. His hair was midnight black and he wore simple cargo pants with a black waistband, attached to which was a worn-looking piece of pink cloth.
"may I help you?" questioned ichigo.
"It seems to me that you are new here. I am also assuming that you are working here under similar circumstances to mine," Oh boy. A guy who spoke in a monotone voice with no emotion. It was another byakuya!
"It depends, what are these 'circumstances'?"
"…"
"Well, gonna answer?"
"Not fully." Not fully? What was that supposed to mean?!
"I'm not sure I get it…"
"I will tell you but not fully. Very simple. To put it quickly, I made the mistake of trying to rob a member of this clan while they were in Rukongai."
Ichigo stared for a moment. Wow. So Byakuya was torturing him for money too?
"If you don't mind my appearance, I'd be happy to show you how things work,"
That was an appealing offer.
Ichigo obliged, and his new friend (friend?) started to show him around the kitchen.
"Hey, if you don't mind, whats your name?" Ichigo inquired, truly curious.
"…" The man looked at him but paused before speaking. "Sunda,"
Hm. Sunda. Like clear water? (A/N Sunda means clear, as in water, or eyes) The was interesting. The name obviously didn't fit the guy. He was impassive, and ichigo couldn't tell what was going on in his mind. This guy was the exact opposite of clear.
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"Have you gotten used to the kitchen?" Inquired sunda, looking at ichigo.
"yeah, I think I got it," There was silence.
"what is your name?" Sunda turned his head back towards ichigo.
"Kurosaki Ichigo,"
"…"
"well, bye then," Ichigo said and walked away. He started to get the pots and pans he had ready to cook. As he worked, he had a thought pass through his mind.
Maybe, just maybe I can have a fellow conspirator in mission: Destroy Byakuya…
Ulquiorra00:Hm. Sorry about the OC. I just thought ichigo needed someone to help him out in destroying Byakuya… But I know exactly how I'm gonna use him, don't worry!
Sunda: Why didn't you let me tell ichigo…(BANG!) (is knocked out)
Ulquiorra00: No, bad Sunda. Don't say that. Bad.
Ulquiorra00: Sorry, BAI.