A/N Hey everybody! Sorry to have held you in suspense for so long! I'm just so busy with everything! Life. It gets in the way. Anyhoo, enjoy!

The day was turning out horrible for Ichigo. He was forced by Rukia to get out of bed and go to the beach with the rest of the gang. It was Sunday and after blowing everybody off on Saturday Rukia had barged into his room and dragged him off to watch Orihime in her tiny swimsuit try to be sexy in the rolling waves. She kept calling his name but he was content to stay where he was under the umbrella drinking the soda that was rapidly becoming warm clutched between both his hands. His last dream was so vivid he kept thinking that where he was at the moment could be a dream too. He kept thinking that he'd see Aizen any moment and this peaceful afternoon would turn into a nightmare. He thought that he must be going crazy. Characters of your own imagination don't just come to life and become real! No matter how hard they try to convince you otherwise in your dreams.

Everybody kept asking him if he was okay and he'd just brush it off as if he felt a little sick or something, but inside he was in turmoil. Not only was he questioning his sexual orientation but he was also dreading his next nightmare. Orihime came over to see if he was okay for the umpteenth time. He said he was but she decided to stay with him anyways. He looked over at her and his eyes traveled her body. Before he could stop it he thought to himself, I would rather have a hard muscled chest next to me than this girl in a tiny bikini. He blinked rapidly. He reached over and pulled her to him and to her delight began kissing her with a ferociousness he never had before. Take that gay thoughts! But no matter how hard he tried to feel something he couldn't bring himself to enjoy it. He pulled away too soon for her liking so she moved on to his neck not willing to let the kissing stop. She let out a gasp of surprise. She pulled back and pointed.

"What is that!" She demanded.

"What?"

"That huge hickey on your neck!" Ichigo's eyes widened. He hadn't even seen a mirror since Thursday night when he got into the tub and before that horrible dream. He then remembered Aizen's promise to make him believe in his existence. No. No. No. NO! There had to be a scientific explanation! The last time Orihime had given him a hickey was...he had to think about the last time they had actually done anything. It had been over a month. Oh God No! He is NOT real! Orihime was staring expectantly at him. He thought quickly, but before he could say some lame excuse to sate her growing anger a volleyball flew across his field of vision and hit Orihime in the back of the head. Rukia ran over as Orihime was picking her face up out of the sand.

"Watch what you're doing jerk!" Rukia yelled as she helped Orihime over to the beach showers to clear her eyes and mouth of grit; Orihime letting out a stream of "It's in my eyes!" and "I can't get it off my tongue!" as they went. Ichigo picked up the ball and looked around for the owner.

"Over here!" Yelled a smooth voice. Ichigo froze. He had heard that voice before. The man walked up to him. "The ball please." He held his hand out. Ichigo stared stupidly at him. His face frozen in fear. Aizen stood there waiting for a response. "Can I have my ball please?" Ichigo mumbled something and with a shaking hand gave it to him. Ichigo glanced down at the slender porcelain fingers. He felt them drag across his own fingers as Aizen took the ball. Aizen leaned in closer with a smile. "Now. That wasn't so hard was it?" He turned and walked away to join the group of guys playing volleyball a ways off. Ichigo blinked. What? He watched him walk away. Same face, same hair, same body, same voice and to top it off blindingly white swim trunks.

"Hey!" Ichigo ran to catch up with him. He turned around and Ichigo stopped short. This guy wasn't Aizen anymore. He was some gangly kid about three years younger than himself.

"Yeah?" The kid asked in a nazily voice. Ichigo fumbled for a response.

"Um...ah watch what you're doing next time okay?" He turned 180, his cheeks burning, and went back to his umbrella. I must be going fucking insane! He thought. He had to be to be seeing Aizen projected on the body of some punk ass kid who didn't know how to handle a ball.

The rest of his afternoon went smoothly. Orihime seemed to forget about the hickey on the side of his neck and they all decided to go to a diner after the beach. When they had all seated a pretty waitress came around to take their orders.

"Hi, my name is Kimi I'll be your waitress for about," she looked at her watch, "another fifteen minutes and then my replacement will come in." She smiled widely at them all. "I'll start with you cutie," she was referring to Uryu, "What'll you have handsome?" Uryu scowled but ordered chili covered fries. He had a thing for them. She continued with the sugary sweet attitude and wrote all their orders down. "Well all that should be ready in about 20-30 minutes your drinks will be by soon, my replacement will arrive soon to check on you guys. You all have a nice day!" She gave them all another one of her wide smiles and then her bobbing black ponytial disappeared through the back of the diner. Orihime burst out.

"Uryu! She was totally hitting on you! Seriously, why didn't you get her number?"

"To smiley for me. Not really my type either. I go more for the sophisticated ones." Rukia sniggered.

"Yeah you go more for the sophisticated ones with a rod between their legs!" Rukia didn't often let a dirty one out but when she did they where always funny.

"Rukia!" Orihime stared at her horrified, but everybody else laughed, even Uryu. It was a known fact in their group of friends that Uryu had gone through a gay phase but decided that he really like girls in the end. Ichigo silently wished he could be like Uryu. He was really trying to find the girls around him attractive but the more he tried the more he was repulsed by them. If only his life could be so simple.

"Hello everybody. My name is Adam. I'm Kimi's replacement." He set their drinks down. "Your food should be ready in about another 10 minutes can I get anything more for you guys until then?" Ichigo wasn't paying attention until Chad nudged him and asked him the same question. He looked up from the desert menu he was holding and his knees hit the bottom of the table making two of the drinks spill because he jumped so hard. Everybody yelled and their waiter grabbed the napkin holder off the next empty table to help soak up the soda spilled all over the table. Ichigo watched those slender hands at work on the mess. The waiter reached over and put one of those perfect hands on Ichigo's shoulder. "Are you alright?" Ichigo flinched away from the touch.

"Pl...Please don't touch me." Ichigo whispered. Aizen leaned in a little closer his eyes full of michief.

"You will learn to love it, this I can promise you." He leaned in a little closer still. His nose touching Ichigo's. "I will see you soon." With a wicked grin he pulled back. Ichigo's vision clouded over, his eyes fluttered closed, and he fell forward unconscious. The last thing he remembered before he was pulled completely under was Orihime screaming and the waiter, Adam once again, yelling for help.

I hope you guys enjoyed! I sure did! What will happen to Ichigo? Is he really going crazy or is it something more? Spoiler alert! No he's not going crazy.

P.S. I hope to upload the next steamy chapter soon. I'm excited to get it finished, so we'll see huh? Till next time my beloved readers!