Disclaimer: Kubo Tite-sensei owns Bleach. To quote the great Kathy Griffin: "Don't sue me, I don't fin' have anything."
Author's Note: Okay, two things. The first is that I must ask for forgiveness of the horrible grammar mistakes and multiple typos in the previous chapter. Also, a quick warning: Though I saw it unnecessary to bring the rating up, there's quite a bit of lemony-ness in this chapter. So, be warned! And oh, before I forget: reviews would be great as well! Your feedback means so much! ...Okay, now you can go enjoy the new chapter!
Mizuki flopped back on her bed, her iPod blasting in her ears and Akemi long since asleep. She knew that Sakura was in the next room doing exactly the same thing, but Mizuki got this feeling that her friend would rather be left alone right now.
Mizuki closed her eyes and recalled the day Sakura had begun calling her 'Taiyou-chan'.
"Ne, Mizuki-chan, what's your middle name?" Sakura had asked her all those years ago.
"Taiyou." the blonde responded.
"Taiyou? As in, 'Sunshine'?" Sakura asked, holding back a snort.
"Yup." Mizuki said, returning to her lunch.
"Well, is it okay if I call you 'Taiyou-chan' from now on?"
Mizuki met the girl's wide, innocent eyes. "Uhm, I guess?"
"Yay!" Sakura tossed her arms around her friend, clearly causing the other girl discomfort. "From now on, you'll be Taiyou-chan to me!" she'd chirped.
Narrow grey eyes opened to stare at the blank white ceiling. Where had that little girl gone?
Sakura sighed, trying to find sleep. No avail. But she knew, even if she did sleep, her dreams would involve either Aizen or Takahashi-sensei raping her. What was the point of sleeping anyway, if it was so terrifying?
Against her will, she found herself drifting off to sleep. She pulled the earbuds from her ears and turned off her iPod, closing her eyes to appease her tired body.
Aizen sat up in bed, sighing. Again.
It was that dream. Again. There had been moaning and biting and sweat involved. Again.
And then there had been Sakura, tangled in his sheets, screaming his name. Again.
Just like the night before. And the night before that. And the night before that.
What is so great about that girl, anyway? he thought angrily.
She's beautiful. She's smart. She's got attitude. She's not afraid to speak her mind. a voice in the back of his head replied.
Aizen flopped back against the pillows. Would his mind never stop until he actually had her there, in his bed?
He drifted back to sleep, hearing Sakura's moan in his mind. Again.
"Sakura-chan. Wake up."
She recognized the voice, but rather than coming towards it, she pulled the covers over her head.
"Sakura-chan."
"What?" she grumbled.
"Get up." Aizen pulled the blankets away from her, but she smacked his hand away and yanked them back up, tucking the thick blanket under her chin.
"Go away." she snapped before turning away from him.
He sighed, then grabbed her small form out of the bed, holding her gently in his arms. She yelped in surprise.
"What are you doing?!"
"Are you awake now?"
She ignored the smirk. "Yes," she muttered.
"Okay. Get dressed and meet me outside. Five minutes." he said, still not letting her go.
"You have to put me down in order for me to do that." she said, glaring up at him.
He set her gently on her feet, kissing her hair before leaving, causing her to bristle slightly.
She glared at the door after he left, then dressed. Entering the bathroom, she splashed cold water on her face before pulling her hair into a ponytail atop her head. She took up her sword and, sliding it into place on her right hip, left her room.
"Dammit!" Sakura yelled as Aizen's pratice sword smacked her again. She twisted around and leapt into the air, lunging at him, but was met with the floor against the bamboo sword as she felt a sudden pain across her back.
"Shit!" she cried out, her back stinging.
The sword tapped her shoulder gently.
"Fu-!"
"Watch your language." Aizen said sharply, his lips at her ear.
"What can I say?" she teased, spinning around and hitting his muscular shoulder as hard as she could, "... I'm childish and I hate losing." she said with an evil smirk as he rubbed his arm.
"...That hurt."
"It was supposed to." she said with a wicked grin, striking him again.
"Damn!" she heard.
"And what's this about me watching my language, huh?"
"...That's enough for today."
"What?!" Sakura yelled in disappointment, tossing the practice sword on the floor.
Aizen merely glared at her as he continued to rub his shoulder.
"Oh, I get it." she said, smirking. "You're just pissed off 'cause I hit you and it actually hurt."
"Yes. Yes, I am." he said smoothly, rising to his full height and walking closer to her.
"Well," she said, helping close the distance between them, "now I know where I can hit you if you try to come on to me again, since that'll probably bruise."
"Oh really?" he asked teasingly, a lecherous grin on his face as he quickly wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her up against him, trapping her small frame against his large body. "Is that a challenge?"
"It was..." she muttered, realizing that she could hardly move her arms.
"Then I accept your challenge, Sakura-chan." he whispered huskily, the desire in his voice sending chills down her spine.
As he leaned in to kiss her, beginning to close his eyes, she wondered fleetingly what would happen if she just gave in and slept with him. After all, he'd already 'claimed' her, it wasn't like she really had a choice in the matter... knowing him, if she didn't consent, he'd probably rape her later...
As blood boiled in her cheeks, she found her eyes closing and her arms wrapping around his neck, hands twisting into his hair as his lips met hers. He smirked through the kiss, pleased with her response. She could be so submissive, if he did it the right way.
"Sakura-chan," he whispered, pulling away only to move his lips to her ear. "Why don't we go someplace a bit more... private...?" he suggested, playing with the ends of her hair.
He felt her pulse speed up steadily as he trailed his lips along her jawline, down her neck and stopping at her collarbone.
"You're serious?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.
He smiled, placing his lips directly over her heart, which was pounding erractically against her ribcage.
"Quite serious." he murmured, his lips moving against her skin as he spoke.
Speechless, she nodded.
He stood and smilied victoriously, then picked her up, carrying her bridal style into his room.
"Uh..." she muttered, blushing.
"Yes?" he asked, proceeding to lay her gently across the bed.
"Yeah..." she said, her blush deepening.
"Oh." he realized, smirking knowlingly. "You're a-"
"Pretty much."
His smile widened as he gently took the elastic from her hair. "Don't worry," he whispered gently, twisting one hand into her thick, dark hair, "I won't hurt you."
"... Okay..."
Gin merely sighed as a moan that sounded more like a scream from the next room seeped through the wall. And here I thought these walls were thicker'n that... he thought, rising as he heard Sakura scream again.
Man, Aizen-sama must be bein' awful rough on her... poor thing...
Leaving the room, he began to wander the halls as Aizen's words flashed through his mind.
...You can take either of the other two.
Gin leaned up against the wall with another sigh. Ya, I like Akemi-chan alot, but... I dunno. I'd rather be something more to her... and I dun just wanna take everything she's got. That's Aizen.
He began to walk again, stopping when he heard noise.
"I'm telling you, she wasn't there when I got up!"
"Didn't she say something about Aizen teaching her to use a sword today?"
"... I don't like the sound of that..."
"I'm gonna kill him!"
The two girls turned the corner to almost run Gin down.
"Ladies. What's the matter?" he asked. "And I must say, you two look great in your new uniforms." Mizuki's was long-sleeved, with a wide neck and pieces of black fabric winding around the top, almost like suspenders. Akemi's had a long overcoat which buttoned right beneath her chest over a tank top that laced up the back. Both girls seemed to be enjoying the long, fluffy pants.
"Thanks very much for the compliment, but we have bigger fish to fry." Mizuki said sharply.
"Yeah." Akemi added. "Ichimaru-sama, have you seen Sakura anywhere?"
Ichimaru's usual grin widened a bit. "I wouldn't go looking for Sakura-sama right now. Aizen-sama wouldn't be happy with you two."
Akemi and Mizuki exchanged a look.
"He's not...?"
"I believe he is. The walls here are thinner than they look."
Mizuki promptly smacked herself in the forehead. "My God, that girl is a sucker for dark eyes."
"Yeah." Akemi agreed. "He probly didn't have to say much to get her into bed with him."
Mizuki crossed her arms and closed her eyes. "Nothin' we can do about it now." she stated, leaning against the wall.
"Guess you're right... there'll always be time to ask her about it later..."
Hours later, Sakura inhaled sharply, attempting to return her heart to regular pace.
"Something wrong, my dear?" Aizen asked, drawing her small frame closer to him.
"No," she muttered, smiling and snuggling closer to him.
"See?" he said, burying his face in her hair, "I'm not so bad, am I?"
Sakura sighed. "No, you're not. Not when you're not being our favorite evil overlord."
He kissed her cheek. "That made absolutely no sense at all." he muttered, now running his lips along her neck.
"I know. That was the point." She smiled.
"Sakura?"
"Yeah?" The smile faded.
He met her eyes. "Sakura. I think that I may be falling in love with you."
She smiled again. "That's nice to hear," she replied, pulling his face close to hers, "because I think I'm falling in love with you."
He smirked. "Amazing." he muttered as she kissed him.
Several hours later, Sakura skipped down the hall back to her room, her hands over her heart, humming "Honey, Honey," from the musical, "Mamma Mia!". She twirled on one foot before entering her room- to find Akemi and Mizuki waiting for her.
"So?" Akemi asked.
"So what?"
"Why have you been gone for almost five hours, Sakura?" Mizuki questioned.
"I don't answer to you, Taiyou-chan." Sakura snapped, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
"What's that?!" Akemi cried out in surprise, pointing to the huge bite mark just below Sakura's collarbone.
"What does it look like?" she asked, covering it with a cold hand.
"Don't tell me that you... and Aizen... ew!" Akemi cried out, disgusted.
"What's wrong with that?" Sakura asked defensively.
"So you did. Do that. With him." Mizuki stated.
"Good job, Taiyou-chan!" Sakura chirped, flopping down on her bed.
Mizuki smacked herself in the forehead. Akemi groaned and put her head in her hand.
"How was it?" Mizuki asked.
"... You really want to know?" Sakura replied with a devilish smirk.
"It was that great?"
"Yup."
"Could we stop talking about this?!" Akemi cried out suddenly.
"Why so shy, Akemi? You should be the one telling us, you are two whole years older than us, after all."
"I just don't particularly want to know about you... doing that... with Aizen!"
"Again, I ask: is there something wrong with that?" A sudden spark came in to Sakura's eyes. "Oh, I get it. You're jealous!"
"Ew. Aizen? No way!" Akemi and Mizuki said together.
"So then, who would you do?" Sakura asked, genuinely curious.
"Hm..." Akemi began.
"If I had to pick, it'd be the emo kid." Mizuki said bluntly.
"Why?" Akemi and Sakura asked together.
"Because." Mizuki chuckled. "... I wonder if I could make him sweat. Then that stupid makeup would come right off."
"Taiyou-chan!" Sakura yelled, hitting her friend in the face with a pillow. "And you said I was weird?"
"Who would you do, Akemi-san?" Mizuki asked, ignoring Sakura's comments.
"Now that I think on it... the only one of these people I actually know is... Ichimaru-sama."
Sakura made a disgusted face. "Ew." she and Mizuki said together.
"Well." Sakura said. "Guess we've all got different tastes in guys."
"You're tellin' me." Akemi said, giggling.
"Gin. I made the most incredible discovery today." Aizen smirked.
"What's that?" Gin asked, not really caring.
"... I don't think that Sakura's an actual Arrancar."
"How d'you know?"
"I noticed to day that no where on her body is a hole where her heart used to be, as the rest of the Arrancar have." Aizen remarked.
"Think she's a Vizard?" Gin asked.
"I think she may very well be. Also, for a beginner, she's got quite a knack for kendo." the dark-haired man responded, rubbing his shoulder where a sword-shaped bruise had formed.
"Huh. Wonder if the other two will come out like that..."
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about, Gin." A sick smile twisted across Aizen's face. "I need you to talk Akemi-san into letting us tranform her as well."
Gin's scarlet eyes actually opened a bit. "What?" he asked.
"You heard me. It's very important to the infiltration of Soul Society, Gin, if we have a secret weapon of some sort. Who knows? Maybe Sakura isn't a Vizard, but something stronger..."