#3Heart of Hell, mind of Heaven.
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Ichigo was sitting behind his desk, as he had been doing nearly an hour ago, but this time he wasn't relaxing and participating in an involuntary stroll down memory lane. No, now he was listening to the Bitch Fit Nanao was giving him, something about he was "Defiling" the "Image of Women Everywhere" with his "Abuser's Toys". 'I'm staying in bed next time.' He mentally growled as he did his best to push her voice into the background of his thoughts.

'I wonder if Gigaiis bleed?' He thought to himself as glanced over at his own replica of Zangetsu. He pondered the action until he remembered a time when Rukia got a paper cut from her sketch pad, she didn't notice it at first but it bled buckets before it stopped. 'I think I still have that sketch pad...' Ichigo let his mind wander as he weighed the Pros and Cons of cutting Nanao's head off.

He actual started writing them down on a pad of paper he had sitting on his desk. Nanao just kept going, not taking notice of Ichigo's actions. It was a short list, not taking even half the page, and ended with the question "Do I want to clean up the mess?" It even had a little "Y" and "N" underneath it.

He realized the blood would be a pain to get out of the carpet, and he didn't feel like taking the time to remove the blood or replace the carpet, so he circled "N" and started thinking of another way to shut her up. Looking up from his note pad he saw Yachiru sitting on his desk, a bell or two still in her hair from earlier, she was smiling as she read over his list of Pros and Cons.

Yachiru's new form disturbed him slightly in the beginning when they all walked into his home. He was still picturing everyone the same as he left them, and here Yachiru was looking like an eighteen year old, he could only wonder how Kenpachi was dealing with it 'Probably scaring them all to death.' Yachiru started writing on his note pad as his mind drifter, 'I wonder if Toushirou is still short?'

Yachiru's tapping brought him away from his thoughts as she pointed to her message.

(Ball Gag?)

Ichigo shook his head, his last customer cleaned him out of those. Nanao was still talking, but seemed to be a completely new topic for her rant. Yachiru tapped him again as she pointed to her new idea.

(Dip and kiss?)

She was blushing now, and Ichigo could only give her a look reserved for the "Special Thugs" he use to fight, one of amusement and pity, before writing a reply.

(To many living books?)

He had an amused look on his face as she blushed and turned away. He silently bounced the option around in his head, he hadn't done anything Stupidly Dangerous in a while and he was sure even Aizen feared an enraged woman. Writing and answer he tapped Yachiru, pointed to the page and waited. Nanao turned to Isane and Nemu for support on what ever it was she was going on about now.

Moving quickly around his desk the carpet absorbed any sound his steps made as he got behind her. As she turned back to talk at him he placed a hand behind her neck and the another wrapped over her waist to grip her side, he swiped her feet out from under her and dipped her back. She looked up at him too stunned to yell or slap him.

"With your lips together you look so beautiful." He whispered loud enough for her to hear before rising her slightly as he lowered himself to her. He planned it to be a quick brush of his lips against hers but something beamed him in the side of his head, making her jump in his grasp, not that he minded much because his hand had slipped south. 'Vary firm.'

Nanao finally broke from her shock and slapped Ichigo, who dropped her flat on her ass. Looking for what hit him he scowled when he noticed it was the notepad he had been writing on. He sent a glare to Yachiru who was crouched behind his desk, her eyes just peeking over the edge.

Looking down at Nanao he offered her his hand to pull her up. "So are you done?" Once she was on her feet she refused to look Ichigo in the eye but nodded her head. Looking to Nemu, who seemed to be grinning but that may have been a trick of the light.

"So," Ichigo moved back behind his desk, giving Yachiru a light "Punt" to get her off the floor "Do you still want to get Rangiku something?" The Lieutenants looked between each other, but Nemo answered for them. "Yes Ichigo-San." Ichigo dropped down into his seat and looked all the women in front of him, Nanao was looking everywhere but at him, Yachiru was blushing slightly as she rubbed her rear 'I didn't kick that hard.', Isane was watching Nanao, and lastly Nemo was looking at him, waiting for him to continue.

"Ok, I'll need her measurements." He leaned back into his chair thought for a moment, "The more detailed the better and her interests would help." The lieutenants seemed confused by his end statement and Nanao was muttering something along the lines of "Perverted show off" with a few more words he couldn't hear. Pinching the bridge of his nose Ichigo muttered a plea to any higher force for the strength to deal with the dead before he even tired explaining anything to the Lieutenants. "Almost all the outfits I make are a custom job once the style has been picked." He watched their reactions to see if they understood, and made another plea when he realized he had confused them even more.

Resting an elbow on his desk Ichigo rested his head on his open palm and gained a bored look (((We've all done this at one point or another, probably during a boring teacher's long monotone lectured in classes))) , it would be an annoyingly long explanation at this rate.

"Generally all my outfits start the same, with three basic types." The Lieutenants nodded their heads, "But not every customer has the same body, tastes, or mentality. Some like having certain constrictions on their bodies, like not able to move their legs, or maybe their arms. Something like that is for submissive partners" The Lieutenants nodded again, and Ichigo swore he saw some blood leaking from Nanao. "Others like having less constrictions in their outfits then normal clothes, usually they leave little to the imagination and are mostly different types of straps stretched over their curves." Ichigo paused in thought, he had another appointment soon. "Mostly it's the low self esteemed Doms that like to tease or flash that buy those before moving up most times."

"Some also like idea of a type of outfit that will emphasize certain aspects but not expose anything leave their partners wanting. It's mostly the Doms that buy them to keep a form of control over their subs." Isane seemed to be in La-La land and Nemu was literally taking notes in his note pad.

'How'd she get that?' He looked down to where he had it sitting before he started explaining. 'Ugh, never mind.' He brushed the unexplainable into the back of his mind and began to finish his explanation. "Besides the fact is that these categories all mix and match to fit their owners. I may have met Rangiku but I don't have the time to get to know her, she was always too cheery and upfront to get a read on her." They seemed to blink. Rangiku was Rangiku to them, she wasn't a deep kind of person. Ichigo rolled his eyes as he held out his hand, "Give me the folder."

Nemu reached back into her shirt, flashing Ichigo, 'She's doing that on purpose.' He thought as she handed him the folder. He took the images out and laid them out over his desk, there were seven in total, each was a different type, but all three types were there.

((NOTE: I know nothing of bondage, or things of this nature, I am literally pulling the "facts" Ichigo says out my ass crack at this point. If I have something wrong please point it out or help me to fix it.))