"Fuck!"
Sandwich in mouth, Stark poked his head out of the kitchen portal to see Ichigo rubbing his thigh further down the corridor.
"Wouble?" The mouthful of sandwich asked.
"This pissing tables moved."
"Course it has, tables do that sort of thing." Stark snorted swallowing his bite. The foul language showed that Ichigo was not in a good mood and that his lord and master was not home. Although, if he knew Momo was on her hands and knees cleaning the floor he might not have used quite such a colourful vocabulary. She swiped her bucket of water away before blundering size 9's walked literally blindly into it. Stark grinned at her frown as the kid passed. Her day must be really screwed up now Ichigo lived here and was home day in day out. He remembered his own mother moaning about his retired father getting under her feet all day.
"Want a coffee Momo I've just made a pot?" He offered her as a conciliatory gesture.
"Erm…Okay." She agreed surprisingly and joined them at the table.
"What torture do you have planned today?" Ichigo asked feeling the food on his plate and selecting a chunk of tomato.
"We'll be out most the afternoon." Stark noted Momo smiling to herself and looking all doey eyed into her mug.
"Doing?" Ichigo asked.
"Dance." Stark laughed when Ichigo groaned. Three weeks now they'd been going to this class and Ichigo obviously hated it.
"You know I think I've got one of my migraines coming." The kid didn't even try to sound convincing and choked on his food when Stark cuffed him around the ear. "Oi!" Ichigo glared with a deep frown. "That hurt!"
"It was meant to." Stark shrugged, his voice clearly showing he didn't much care.
"If I was meant to be a ballet dancer I'd be a girl."
"Its all about poise."
"Its all about making me look stupid."
"I heard ole Sosuke saying how flexible you were getting." Stark murmured lowly into the younger man's ear laughing loudly when Ichigo blushed like fury. The only time that comment had been made Ichigo and Aizen had been getting intimate in the shower one morning. "This place carries sound really well."
"OH God. Don't." Ichigo buried his head in his hands. "Gin said the same thing."
"Ha! Oh brilliant." Stark laughed more. "He loves a gossip in the staff lounge." Stark didn't say that they'd only been in that class because he'd got mixed up and walked them into the wrong room. Of course once in there, he'd seen some beautiful women and the music was just right for having 40 winks whilst Ichigo was prey to the lovely ladies.
Hinamori looked at herself in the mirror. She had a date, her third with this man. The reflection back instead of hair up and very much controlled, had it billowing down her neck. She wore softer colours and there was a fresh pink blush to her cheeks at the thought of the brazen man who was befriending her. She giggled in memory of the kiss he gave her at the end of their date only yesterday.
...
Gin bowed and was about to leave Aizen's office when the smooth crisp voice called him to a halt. "And our other plans?"
"Progressing."
"How so?"
"…The King will be meeting in the prime minister in the hotel you graciously offered them for their little conflab only..." Gin smiled. "Ulquiorra will be positioned for the strike. Both men will die leaving the gaping hole in government."
"How long do we have?"
"Till the winter."
"Thank you, that will be all."
Ohh now thats a bit more of a plot.