#2Heart of Hell, mind of Heaven.
I don't own anything, be gone Monkeys in Suits!

Out of all the people he knew they were the last ones he expected to see he never expected to meet the Lieutenants of 4th, 8th, 11th, and 12th division outside his home and shop. Right now they were all sitting in his living room, Ichigo was watching the women as they sipped their tea, or in Yachiru's case bouncing up and down on his couch. Nemu was looking between the Lieutenants and Ichigo, before settling on Nanao.

"I am confused, are we not here to order Lieutenant Matsumoto's birthday gift?" Isane choked and did a small spit take into her cup, spilling it on her lap. Nemu blinked and Ichigo scowled as he got up and walked out the Lieutenants looked between each other as Isane tried to dry herself off with a cloth she carried in her shirt.

Ichigo walked back into the room, before the lieutenants could start talking, with a towel in his hand and gave it to Isane who blushingly took it. Ichigo dropped back down into his chair and looked the girls over before opening his mouth. "So why are you at my house today?"

Isane blushed harder and Nanao looked away as a blush formed on her face. Yarchiru wasn't even paying attention, her ever traveling around the room looking for something to play with. So it fell to Nemu to answer his question.

"We have come to gain a gift to give to Lieutenant Matsumoto on behalf of The Woman's Soul Reaper Association." Her answer was in a flat monotone voice that annoyed Ichigo more then he would ever admit. "And how did you get this address?" Nemu reached into her shirt, unknowingly flashing Ichigo in the process, and pulled out a black folder that she held out for him to take. She began to answer as he opened it.

"Lieutenant Matsumoto has a Fetish for Leather and being in binding and restricting outfits." Ichigo looked over the contents of the file, mostly bring pictures of women he knew quite well who were wearing the outfits he created for them. "Lieutenant Matsumoto has pointed out numerous designs for a new harness she wishes to have made, and after reading through reviews it was discovered that the crafter of most of the outfits worked here."

Nanao seemed to calm enough to think, because she sat her tea down and stood up "But it seems we have the wrong address so were sorry and be well be on our way." She grabbed Isane's hand and pulled her to her feet and made their way to leave. Nemu, who watched them leave, rolled her eyes and gave a shake of her head, which shocked Ichigo seeing as that was the largest display of emotion he'd ever seen from her.

"My information is never wrong." She stated in her monotone voice before looking back at Ichigo. "Could you introduce us to your housemate who has made those?" She gestured to the photos in the file as she asked.

Nanao and Isane were still standing, but no longer trying to leave. "Fine." Ichigo started as he rose to his feet, setting the file in front of Nemu, "But I want to know why Yachiru is a teenager." He gestured to where Yachiru was sitting.

Key word "was" in this situation. Yachiru had vanished from the couch, and the room. "Where is she?" His scowl was in place, he didn't like the ideas of anyone going through his home, let alone without him watching them.

"HAY GUYS! COME LOOK AT THIS!" Yachiru's voice echoed through his home. Ichigo grunted as his scowl deepened, he knew where the brat was now. "Come on." He growled as he shoved his hands into his pockets and began to walk. The three females looked between each other unsure on what to do. "Let's Go." Ichigo commanded as he walked up the stairs. Since the living room he brought them to was on the ground level they had to go up three levels to where he knew Yachiru had yelled from.

They stopped outside a half open black door that held an engraving of the Gotei 13 symbol. Ichigo pushed it to open fully revealing the room fully to the three Lieutenants behind him.

It was clear to see the room was divided into thirteen sections, each holding a banner labeled with a division's symbol, and a sword rack. The three Lieutenants behind him gasped, yes even Nemu, as they recognized their own Captain's sword and the swords of the other captains. Yachiru was sitting in the section for the Eleventh Division, the replica of Kenpachi's sword was free of its bindings and sitting on her lap, she was running her fingers over a small inscription at the base of the blade.

The other three Lieutenants quickly moved forward to the replicas of their own captains blades, their eyes trying to find any flaw as their fingers brushed over them. Nemu was the first to free the her captain's blade from its sheath, she looked the blade over before running her finger up its edge from its base to the gleaming tip. She pulled the finger before her face and examined it, she could see where the blade had marked it, the angry red line refused to bleed despite how deep it had cut with only the lightest of touches, there had been no pain nor blood staining the edge, "Sharp." She absently noted as her finger began to bleed heavily.

So absorbed in the study of her finger and blade she didn't notice Ichigo approach until his hand rested on her shoulder. Her reaction was quick, and deadly in its own right; brought on by years of serving her father and surviving the war; but Ichigo was Ichigo, and he stopped the blade between his thumb and palm.

Ichigo lifted his other hand to expose a black folded towel, "Your hand." He stated as he dropped the towel on her arm and yanked the blade from her grasp. He studied the blade for damage before picking the sheath off the floor and closing it, he looked at the other Lieutenants all were watching him.

Scowling he watched as realization dawned in Isane's eyes. "You made those outfits!" She accused as she pointed at Ichigo, her jaw nearly dislocating. The others also let there jaws drop, excluding Yachiru who was wearing an Eye Patch and bells in her hair swinging the replica at imaginary enemies, or dancing with it, it seemed to be the later of the two with how many times she was spinning.

Sighing Ichigo pinched the bridge of his nose. "I should have Staid in Fucking Bed." He growled through clenched teeth.