L'indigo a Embrassé La Princesse

(The Indigo Kissed Princess)

Capitolul patru: Argento Fox' Gioco di s Ed IL Re Es Sedotto

.Chapter Four: Fourth Encounter: Silver Fox's Game and the King Is Seduced

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, if I did I would be the number 1 person at the top of every Yakuza/Mobster/Hit-man/Gangster's hit-list for the things that would happen….

This chapter is mainly for comic relief you could say

Faint clacks were heard throughout the dark halls of Las Noches. The echoed noise cutting the thick silence like a searing hot knife through butter. Soft scrapes were heard following after, the long drags of the sound ceased then continued once more after each clack. Las Noches was an eerily quiet domain, surprising even with so many powerful beings inhabiting it. Even with the quiet atmosphere, it was still a very hostile dimension, Hueco Mundo, hollows fought to reach their full power, creatures killing one another out of spite and desire to live, not very homey. However, despite it all Ichimaru Gin still found the medieval castle to be quite welcoming. He liked his new residence it had a certain aura. Though it was probably the empty blood curdling bone chilling eerie aura, he liked it and was used to it. Blood and death were just two more elements that were all around him. Death was a glorious act, thinking of the so many infinite ways to kill was a pastime of the fox. Blood was something that was a natural wonder, but a nuisance to clean. He hated when the blood had already coagulated, the clumps were squishy and felt weird between the fingers. Although the way it shined from the moonlight made it all the more beautiful. It was such a magnificent color, red, he was awed beyond comprehension by it. The way it made a rose look beautiful by giving it its glorious color, it was so very picturesque. The way it made a woman look stunning in her brand new designer dress. The way the color covered a perfectly mutilated body was a glorious spectacle. The color was such a majestic one. He had no doubts about that.

The wall was a water freezing degree but it didn't stop the defected shinigami from dragging his hand across it as he walked, his spidery fingers weaving and creating different patterns. His neatly trimmed fingernails slightly grazed the colorless wall as he came to a stop before the large door. He had no intention of doing anything bad, bad as in his definition of it. Knocking wasn't in his nature but it would be rude to walk in on a woman. Tapping his bony knuckles on the door in the Shave and A Haircut tune pattern, he waited , and after a moment he heard a timid 'Come in' from the other side.

"Ohayou Orihime-chan." He started while opening the door and slinking his lithe body through the small gap. He shut the door with a small flick of the wrist and saw the orange haired girl sitting at her desk in the far corner. "Whatcha doing?" He didn't bother to wait for a response and swiftly glided over to where the Princess sat.

Orihime couldn't say she was afraid of Gin, but she wasn't exactly comfortable in his company. He had a different personality every time he came to see her. He made her laugh sometimes, other times he would somewhat frighten and confuse her. Once, she asked him why he came to see her, she didn't expect a straight answer--she learned not to a while after speaking too him-- but he told her quite frankly that she reminded him of a friend. She had a clue from witnessing the scene on Sogyoku Hill that it was a certain boisterous and wavy strawberry blonde haired shinigami. Orihime could tell somewhat from that his greeting today that he was in his happy go lucky mood. She was quite glad he came to see her, she needed someone to take her mind away from the Lord, whom she hoped not to think of for a while. Setting the brush back in the inkpot and looking up to the smiling silver haired man, Orihime herself smiled softly.

"I decided I should brush up on my calligraphy, I was always lacking in some areas and with all my--err, free time I thought it would be a nice thing to do." Orihime closed her notebook and set it in a drawer when she saw the Kitsune's hand tap her desk. He gave a brief nod and sat himself upon the edge where her notebook was.

"Ah, that's good, best to keep up on yer studies, yes?" The Princess just merely nodded her head and then leaned her elbow on the desk, setting her face on her palm. "Aizen-san's a calligraphy…major ya could say, he taught classes in the Academy." Through thick eyelashes the Fox saw the Princess' eyes divert to the side for a millisecond before she covered it up by nodding in her hand. "Anyway, how ya like your new room?" The Princess pursed her lips somewhat before looking around.

"It is very much past my standards. It's an excellent room. I am very grateful." She ended her statement with a smile directed at the shinigami. The Fox just pet the teens head and gave a nod. His silver hair glinting from the moon's glorious light.

"Ah, its nice ta see yer ivories Orihime-chan. Now, I need yer help, can yer scatillogical self help me with something." He knew she wouldn't say no. He knew she couldn't say no, but still the fox gave her a cutesy pout and a small whine. This caused the Princess to giggle softly under her breath at his seemingly desperate way of asking. He took that as a yes and began to unfold his devious plan. "S'alright, I need you to "distract" someone…" Orihime instantly had a gut feeling that the Fox was going somewhere terrible with this. She knew she was going to regret this in the end, but he wouldn't let her take the blame, it was the one thing she came to like about the man, he was a true gentleman on the inside. "Now I know what yer thinking…and yes it is who ya think it is, but hear me out Orihime-chan. This'll benefit us both!" Now that caught the girl's interest.

"Hmm. How so Ichimaru-sama?" Her brain was ticking, slowly but surely. She tilted her head with slight curiosity, mild annoyance, and pure boredom. The man before her just chuckled and pet her head once more.

"Ah, now that's the spirit lil Hime-chan.~"

Gin was no where to be found. That was a bad thing, a very bad thing, only to be led to more bad things. Aizen Sousuke was not new to Ichimaru Gin's pranks and inside jokes, but he could tell this was going to be too much. The Lord sighed inwardly as he lifted the porcelain cup to his lips and took a small sip of his Jasmine tea. He knew about Gin's frequent visits to his woven Princess, but it was a little unnerving to have seen him walking down the halls with his arm around her shoulder and his normal smile wider than usual. The Lord of Las Noches leaned himself more to the right and set the cup down upon the saucer before him. His eyes were devoid of any interest, he hated meetings… even though HE was the one to call them.

Starrk, as usual, was asleep on the table with his arms stretched out, almost touching Zommari. Some spittle was beginning to pool next to his snoring face. The Lord didn't really mind if he was asleep or not it made no difference battle wise to the himself and the Primero, but his snore was quite annoying.

Barragan was being unusually quiet, his arms folded and his head bowed almost as if he were sleeping, but the movement of his mouth suggested he was busy talking to himself. This made the Lord quirk an eyebrow at him.

Harribel made no movement except when she would switch which leg covered which. The tanned woman gave a small sigh every minute or so, her fingers tapping on her arm. Aizen honestly wondered why she was given a tea… it was like some sick joke, but when he thought about it…he did chuckle under his breath.

Ulquiorra just sat there, rigid as a stone with his eyes closed. Once and a while he would open his emerald eyes and let them slither around the table, glaring at everyone--besides Aizen-- and then proceed to go back to his previous state. The Lord sometimes felt that he could see through the lids of his eyes.

Nnoitora was leaning back in his chair, his arms folded behind his head. The quinta espada gave a glance to Harribel and then proceeded to snigger to himself. The lecherous bastard already took out his previous tercero, he'd be damned to Aizen's and Harribel's wrath if he dared to try again.

Grimmjow had been tapping his foot on the legs of his chair which created an awful clicking sound. One glance from the Lord shut the blue haired panther up. He then began to wave his index finger in random patterns, or were they random? The Lord had finally come to the conclusion that he was spelling letters in the air. After watching for a moment Aizen swore he saw an A-an S-another S then an H an O then a L and finally an E… The Lord sent a dark aura filled glare to the sexta.

Zommari was leaned back, probably trying to keep away from Starrk's lanky arms. He looked as if he were in a deep state of mind. The shinigami quite frankly found his sétimo to be odd, just plain odd.

Szayel, flamboyant Szayel, was leaning on the table and smiling to himself, probably thinking of the inhumane things he would be doing when he got back to his lab. Once every few moments he would run gloved fingers through his pink hair. Aizen just looked at the octavo over his tea, he had a question in the back of his mind, a question that was somewhere along the lines of Szayel being a pansexual.

Aaroniero…just sat there. The Lord had no comment about the masked espada.

Yammy too, he just sat there but with an idiotic look upon his face. Not that unusual for him. It was strange to Aizen how Yammy could be the strongest and weakest of his espada.

Then it suddenly occurred to the Lord. ALL of his Espada were strange… Some days he felt like he was the only sane one in Hueco Mundo. After this meeting he was quite sure of it too.

She couldn't close her mouth. The shock was too much. She swore that a hollow could blast through her wall and she wouldn't even notice. Hell, ICHIGO could blast through the wall and she would pay no heed! This person in front of her honestly expected her to do something such as that?!

"Y'know Orihime-chan, a fly could make a nice home out o' yer mouth if ya keep it open." Said Orihime-chan just kept on gaping, her mouth twitching like a beached fish. The man before her couldn't do anything but what was in his nature. He just sat there and smiled… After a moment the girl did something she didn't expect to do, it wasn't in her nature at all but…. She reached up and grabbed the collar of the man before her and shook vigorously. His head becoming one with the wall.

"Baka!" Orihime just kept shaking, she hadn't expressed an emotion like this since she was a small girl. The princess was always a kind hearted being, she never got mad, she never blamed anyone, she was the most selfless person anyone knew. Though during these moments you could throw all that out. The poor victimized Kitsune had let out choked breath and tried to pull the girls hands away from his neck. He didn't want to use his full strength, it would've been a shame if he hurt her. A shame for him anyway. Aizen would probably rip him a new one, a loss for him. Orihime wouldn't want to talk to him, another loss for him. Then in the end, he'd have no one who would -on their own- hold up a conversation with him, which was yet another loss. Everything bad happened to him…

"Or-Orihime-chan, things need to breath." Like the waves of an ocean, the Princess did something unexpected, she threw her arms around the waist of the man she was just strangling. Gin was thoroughly confused now. The hell? Is she bipolar? Like his Lord he was a master in psychology. He understood body language almost perfectly, but this little one before him was one he didn't understand. The Kitsune couldn't begin to comprehend in the least what his Lord saw in this girl.

"Gomenasai Ichimaru-sama!" Orihime's orange hair was flailing wildly as she shook her head. "Forgive me please, I didn't mean to harm you, I-I just w-was so--surprised!" The buxom teen began wailing her arms around, rambling nonsense about how she didn't mean it, he could have sworn she said something about bean-paste. It was a sight to see really, her shun-shun rikka were laughing with joy, of course with the exception of Tsubaki. They hadn't seen her like this since she was back in school. Their wielder still held the child-like personality somewhere in her heart, and they had been missing it for far too long.

"So ya know what to do?" Returning back to his smiling face, the silver haired fox gave an odd-feeling thumbs up. The girl before him did nothing but sadly nod her head, keeping her gaze down to the ground. "An' ya know ta trust yer best friend Gin." Another sad nod from the girl. "Good." He gently set his hands on the small of her back and began pushing her out the door. "Good luck~!" He made sure that she was walking before shutting the door. She realized one thing after stepping down the hall for a moment, he was in HER room. Nevertheless Orihime began trudging herself down the hall repeating the twists and turns the Kitsune told her to walk down.

What has she gotten herself into?

A knock on the meeting hall's doors caused the Lord to glare into his tea, if the substance were living it would probably be curling into a ball from his intense gaze. Hopefully it wasn't one of his "beloved" Espada. He had just finished his meeting a few minutes ago and quite frankly, he didn't like any of his espada. Sure the Lord could stand to be around them he just was not to keen on the idea of it, they were just more pawns to control. Pawns that got annoying. Of course he was quite proud of them, he did create them after all, with the exception of Grimmjow and Arrroniero. With a frown on his face and his tea in his hand the Lord gave a short "come in." He heard the meeting hall doors creak open and then shut. The beings reiatsu was small, as if they were hiding it or they were afraid, he figured it was just some arrancar here to bring him his tea. The soft clacks of boots echoed throughout the empty room. Slowly and carefully did this person tread. The Lord hadn't felt like focusing his power on trying to figure out who this mystery creature was but when he felt a slight pulse did he figure out who it was exactly.

" Aizen-sama?" Her timid voice was shaky. He felt her stop behind his chair, she was hesitant but she took another step and stopped right next to the seat of the Lord. Her hair was disheveled , she had probably been running her hand through it on her walk here. She had her hands over her heart, a posture she had held when she first arrived to Las Noches. He liked that posture, it made her seem as if she was confused and frightened, it made her all the more beautiful to him. He was surprised, The Lord honestly didn't expect her to waltz into his meeting room. Though the Lord didn't show it, he was also somewhat happy a smirk tugged on the corner of his lips. Placing the tea he held next to the saucer, he gracefully stood up, the soft scrapes of his coat were the only warning she had. Before she knew it his hand was placed upon her petal cheek and the other between her shoulder blades.

"What a pleasant surprise Liebe." His breath was hot against her, the slight brushing from his tender lips was more than enough to make her slightly roll forward on the balls of her feet just to feel them more. His bang tickled her nose, making her wiggle it. The Lord chuckled at how his princess' face looked. He pulled her slightly closer, her flat stomach fitting perfectly between the Lords hips. He was taunting her, she knew it but it didn't bother her in the least at the current moment. All she was concerned with was trying to feel the warmth she was yearning for. Her hands slid up his chest, delicately, hesitantly. His chest was firm, she could feel the toned muscles through his clothes. Orihime lightly grazed the exposed skin in the V cut of his robe. His tanned skin was soft, it felt like silk against her. The princess' hand moved up farther until it was at his neck, she let her thumb ghost over his Adam's apple then proceed to wrap around his nape and thread her fingers through his gorgeous mahogany hair. A small guttural growl came from the Lord as she slightly dragged her nails on his scalp. In return he pulled her closer to him, their lips millimeters away from one another. He was going to make her take the next step, she knew exactly what he was planning, he wanted her to beg for him to close the distance instead. The Princess had no problem with doing so either. Crimson-brown eyes were locked in a ever-lasting gaze with purple hued grey orbs. Her eyes held a glassy sheen to them, her breath was labored. She was gorgeous in his eyes. Seeing his Princess in this state made her all the more magnificent. She tightened her grip on his nape as he towered over her, moving ever-the-more closer by moving his leg forward past hers. He knew she couldn't take it anymore, anticipation was slowly eating at her patience. She closed the distance, her lips pressed roughly against his. It wasn't like others they shared, it wasn't kind or reserved. It was rough and demanding. He overpowered her and she had no choice but to give in to his demands. Slowly, enticingly, did he run his tongue across her bottom lip. He was being a gentleman and asking for her permission, which she kindly gave him his answer. Like she expected he dominated her mouth, his tongue explored every inch, leaving nothing unclaimed. Their breath was running short, well hers was to be precise, so he pulled back for her. His Princess softly gasped for air while he smiled down at her. How beautiful she was. His hand fell from her cheek and landed on her hip, his thumb pressing down in a circle pattern. It was strange how she fit perfectly in his lithe frame. His hand practically melded with the shape of her hipbone.

She really was his Princess.

Coughing softly into his fist the man looked at what was thrown to his feet. It was a magazine, Hueco Mundo Weekly to be precisely. On the cover in bold black letters was "AIZEN-SAMA IN LOVE?!" If one looked closer, below that they would see in smaller black letters "A Scandal In Las Noches!! Who is This Mystery Woman?!" And when one would look down more they would see a fairly large blown up size of Aizen and Orihime entangled in the kiss they shared in the meeting room. The man nudged the paper with his foot and turned the page. He would have sniggered at the paper if the man who was the main feature wasn't drilling holes through him with his eyes. Turning the page once more, there was half of a vertical picture of the one on the cover. As the man slightly nudged the center of the magazine and moved the flap that popped out to the side outwards, did he figure out it was a centerfold. Of course he already knew it was a centerfold and so did the man before him, it didn't dilute the humor when he saw it.

"Care to explain." His Lord wasn't asking him, no, he was telling the silver haired man to explain. Feeling a slight chill going down his spine the silver haired man rubbed his neck and shrugged slightly. He huffed out a puff of air and clicked his tongue as well, the tense atmosphere was suffocating him.

"Ah, we~ll, it looks like you and Orihime--"

"I know what it looks like. I definitely know what it looks like Gin, but would you care to explain why this magazine was in the hands of Wonderweiss and every other being in Las Noches? Hmm Gin?" The Lord leaned forward in his chair, his head supported by his arms which were resting on his knees. His teeth were shining from the light of the moon and his lips were set in a malicious smile. "I cant hear you." The Kitsune sniffed slightly and coughed once more into his hand. Was it getting hotter or was it just him?

"Ya got me beat Aizen-Taichou, I dun know where they all got 'em. Maybe Tousen knows something." The Lord rolled his eyes and the dark aura that surrounded him grew larger by the second.

"Really? Tousen, I would have never come to that conclusion! Why thank you Gin! What would I ever do without you?" The Lord leaned back into his chair and tapped his fingers against the arms. "I am just filled with such joy!"

"Aw, thank ya Aizen-Taichou! I love ya too!" The Lord just kept smiling at him. His crimson eyes flashing dangerously, daring Gin to say one more thing. "This is going to hurt, isn't it?"

"Yes Gin, it is."

AN: Heh, heh… yeah…

IM GETTING A KITTY! Yeah, my grandparents take care of stray cats and one got Preggo and had her kittens a few months ago and I finally convinced my Dad to let me have one!! Im naming him Gin. Yes Gin, because he is the little devil of the litter and cause hes white with silver-grey streaks down his head to his neck. He is so cute, I love him!

Anyways my dads birthday is this Sunday and im broke… but I will figure something out! :O

Hopefully…

Ah, yes This chapter was brought to you by the letter N!

As in NEVER…

Never Trust Gin

Never take pictures of Aizen and Orihime

Never post them in a magazine

NEVER make a centerfold with them

NEVER hand them to everyone in Las Noches…especially the poor autistic boy!

cough cough…coughcoughcoughcough… is it bad when you get jealous of a character while you're writing them?

I thought so…

Well,

Honto ni arigatou gozaimasu!!!!

Review if you please.~
So, I decided to add up a preview of the next chapter :o Yosh!

Kapitel Funf: Funfte Begegnung: Wird de Bindung von sieben Herzen ruinert?

.Chapter Five: Fifth Encounter: Is The Binding of Seven Hearts Ruined?.

"So they have arrived." Lips scraped the edge of a porcelain cup as they turned upwards. "I was beginning to think they've forgotten." A small sound echoed throughout the room as the figure set their tea upon a small marble table. "Now, Hueco Mundo wont be as quiet." Sousuke Aizen gracefully stood up from his couch and glided across the stone floor to the door. His crimson-brown eyes slid back to the luminescent sands of the Hollow World in one last fleeting glance. Letting a small chuckle escape from his smiling lips, the Lord left his observatory.

The fun was finally beginning.