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Warnings: Spelling, Language, grammar, punctuation, dirty minds, AiIchi, OthersIchi, OthersAi, cross-dressing, mentions of male preg, bits of crack, unhealthy obsessions and whatever else I said before.
Dedication: BonneNuit for her continued support and input =)
PART 3
Shades of Orange: Asleep and Awake
(Aizen)
Aizen has never been a light sleeper so when he hears the sound of a door creaking open just a good two hours after he's fallen into the brief land of slumber, he is not the least bit groggy.
As his eyes adjust to the darkness of the room, the moon casts a light on the single silhouette standing there just outside his bedroom door, dressed in plum colored mesh and lace baby doll.
It is Hinamori.
He had hoped the girl would have grown out of this habit during her time away at boarding school (seeking him out in the middle of the night) He is not a cruel man (unless given reason to be) so he does not send the child away, but beckons her inside.
Her body sort of sways and her feet glide as she steps inside (a rather poor display of a sashay) Not that he'll tell her this. She'd surely throw a tantrum, cause a scene and wake up the rest of the house.
He does not jump in surprise as the girl continues to make her way over, stopping just inches away from his bed, looking at him with eyes that no 15 year old should have.
For the briefest of moments he is reminded of the girls' mother, one of his many conquests from many moons ago.
The woman had been needy and clingy—and quite off her rocker.
She had charmed him at first, with that practiced smile, innocent doe eyes, she had had (he would still admit it to this day) lovely curves, even the scar beneath her breastbone had not made her any less appealing in his eyes.
He still couldn't be entirely sure why she had drowned herself just 24 hours after giving birth and naming the girl—but he was not the type to mourn the loss of a selfish, suicidal idiot.
It was such a shame to see her daughter heading down the same path—he supposed in a good 4, 5 years, Hinamori would be laid to rest underneath the soil, no ordinary grave yard (for Aizen treasured all of his children) but in his very own back yard.
"What troubles you Hinamori?"
The girl turned up her nose in distaste "Why must you call me that? I have a first name you know?"
She is irritated reminding him of lioness who does not take kindly to strangers coming into her den and disturbing her young.
'Such a poor, misguided creature.'
With out real warning (not that Aizen needs much of a warning—usually) the girl shoves his face into her chest and breathes out in what must surely be a practiced line "Love me Aizen-sama, love all of me!"
Aizen almost misses the days of when the girl would jump into his lap and ask for a horsey ride – at least that behavior had almost been normal—this current behavior however was…
"Hinamori stop this foolish act! Have you learned nothing while you were away for the past 2 and a half years?"
The girl looked like she was nearly on the verge of tears.
He could feel that damn migraine returning full swing.
"Hinamori listen to me, you can not act this way. It is highly inappropriate for a girl your age, not to mention completely immoral and unethical."
"But it doesn't have to be Aizen-sama, you love me right?"
"I love you as a father loves his daughter."
'Some of the time any way'
"But we can-I mean—Who cares about the rest of society? We belong together. I know we do."
Aizen was not a violent man but he would not tolerate disobedience.
The young girl fell to the floor dramatically and clutched her stinging cheek, staring up at him in confusion "What have I done for you to hate me so much father?" with a soft sob she stumbled to her feet and fled from the room.
Aizen was not a weak man (there fore he would not run after the girl and kiss her wounds better) She would get over it eventually, for she could never stay angry with him for long.
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(Ichigo)
"Step right up, step right up, come inside and see Aizen the Magnificent."
"Keigo since when do you work at the circus?"
"Ichigooooo!" a brown haired youth ran towards his orange haired friend, arms wide open, ready and waiting for a hug, only to have his face meet a raised forearm.
"Comfort zone, Keigo. Don't forget that!"
Keigo wiped his dripping nose and offered Ichigo a grin "So what brings you way out here?"
"To be honest I'm not exactly sure, I just sort of appeared I guess?" Ichigo scratched his hairless chin "Hm must be a dream or something,"
"A dream? But why would you dream about a circus, Ichigo?"
"Ah who cares how we got here, why don't we just go in and check it out."
The orange haired youth turned to the newcomer "Renji when did you get here or rather why are you in my dream?"
He was convinced that it must be a dream—why else would his tattooed friend be wearing banana printed pajamas in broad daylight?
"Beats me I only came to see the Gorilla King—heard he gave birth two weeks ago."
"Abarai please do not tell me you honestly believe that silly newspaper."
"Ishida."
"Kurosaki."
"Ichigo."
"Chado."
For some reason having his best friend in his dream seemed quite natural.
"Are you and Ishida out on a date or something?"
"Or something," Ishida smirked "I've always had an unusual addiction for cotton candy."
"Oi are you ladies gonna stand out here all fuckin' day and chit chat or are you gonna move your asses inside so we can get out of his damn sun?"
"Yes he does have a point. All this sunlight can not be good for a mother to be like Kurosaki here."
"You hurt Itsugo's babies, I will hurt you!"
"Grimm, Nel, Ulquiorra calm yourselves, no harm will come to Kurosaki.
Halibel was actually wearing clothes for a change? It was a official this was a dream.
"That's right it just so happens I have an extra bear-skin cloak with me."
"Starrk I thought I told you to stop hunting down those poor creatures."
"Aw but this one didn't even feel it."
Correction this was not a dream—it was a freakin' nightmare.
What the hell were they doing here?
A heavy bear-skin cloak was draped over Ichigo's shoulder's right before he was lifted into a set of strong arms and carried inside the circus tent.
Funny how he felt no need to protest against the hold the lazy eyed narcoleptic had on him. Strangely enough he had half a mind to snuggle into the guys' chest and drift off to sleep.
'For fuck sakes King! Why is it even right here in dreamland you're so fuckin' lame?'
'Go away Shirosaki—you're not welcome in my dreamland.'
'Sorry but ya wouldn't have dreamt me up if ya really didn't want me here'/ gold eyes roamed the tent / 'Nice digs!'
"Welcome my children, welcome visitors and a special welcome to you, Kurosaki Ichigo.
WTF?
Aizen?
Ichigo supposes he should've recognized that smooth baritone right away but –seriously why did this man have to show up in his dream?
'Shh King the shows starting! Betta ask the coyote to put ya down so ya don't miss a minute of the action.'
"Abarai do make yourself useful and fetch my prized berry a blanket, would you?"
Renji, with a mouth stuffed full of popcorn only blinked stupidly at Aizen the Magnificent.
Ichigo can't help but wince when his tattooed friend gets knocked to the ground by a rather vicious looking dog-bear type of creature.
Things become even weirder, when the creature speaks.
"You will do as Aizen the Magnificent tells you to do."
The redhead is wheezing pathetically at the giant set of paws pressing into his chest.
"Talking will not be necessary. Nod once for yes, twice for no."
"Make it quick, Abarai! Do not keep Aizen the Magnificent waiting!"
Ichigo finds the whole thing to be ridiculous—why the hell would he need some stupid blanket when Starrk had wrapped a heavy bear skin cloak around him?
But of course as dreams go—things do not stay this way but shift, still at the circus but now Ichigo finds himself hanging above the ceiling in a cage, naked as the day he was born. On the outside humans hover in mid-air.
Several sets of eyes are peering in on him from outside of the cage. (Some cooing, some drooling, others trying to reach inside and touch him.
Seriously WTF?
"Yes behold this lovely, magnificent creature, drink in his sub-human beauty. But I advise you not to touch him else you find yourselves with one less limb or—
"OUCH! The son of a bitch just bit me!"
"Kurosaki will do a lot more than that if you keep pestering him."
Ishida the all knowing.
"Got that right, Kurosaki'll tear you a new ass hole."
"Language Grimmjow!"
Ichigo felt an almost strange sense of satisfaction watching Aizen scold the uncouth blue-haired underwear snatcher.
'Mmm hmm yeah I bet ya do King, ya just can't get enough of all that raw dominance can ya?'
Shut the hell up Shirosaki!'
"Kurosaki-kun could I—could I please touch your ears, just this once?"
"Inoue?"
"No need to ask him Inoue, just do it! Ichigo loves to have his ears pet don't you?"
"Rukia!"
Silver blues danced with mirth "You know Ichigo I've been trying to figure out what to get you for a Christmas gift and now I think I finally know exactly what you need," she grabbed his spotted tail and tugged it playfully.
"Okay Rukia, humor me. What have you decided to get me?"
The girl beamed at him "A collar of course, a big shiny purple collar with both yours and Aizen the Magnificents' initials on it."
"A lovely idea Kuchiki-san and perfect timing too,"
Barely a blink and the scene switched again.
"Ladies and gentleman, we're gathered here today ta watch King walk down the fuckin aisle and say good bye to his virginity."
"Shirosaki what the fuck? How the hell were you able to take a human form?"
"It's a dream I'm sure if you thought hard enough, ya could make the old man and the rest of your family appear as well."
"Ahem Shiro-kun could you kindly get on with the ceremony?"
Deep brown eyes flashed warningly but Shirosaki didn't seem the least bit fazed.
He merely snorted as he turned to Ichigo "What da ya say King, feel like getting' hitched?"
"N—mph" an ivory white hand came over his mouth
"Ladies and Gentleman and assholes a like I present to ya your bride and groom."
"Wait a minute, back up. He's not even dressed like a bride."
Shirosaki rolled his eyes "Fine, someone go fetch the King his wedding gown would ya?"
"Already here," Ishida stepped up and presented a box to the berry. "I worked on this for 2 fortnights it's one of a kind and my best work to date," his eyes flashed dangerously for a minute "Ruin it and I will castrate you."
"Ah no need to worry about that—King's already been cast—OW!
"I'll be careful, Ishida."
Ichigo really had no desire to be a bride or wear a dress but he reminded himself that since it was a dream, it wouldn't really make much of a difference.
Just as he was opening the box, the scene switched again.
Ichigo now found himself kneeling on all fours before Aizen the Magnificent in front of a fireplace in what appeared to be an old castle or something.
His hair was mussed, his eyes were watery, face flushed, pre-cum leaked from the tip of his ruby red cock and the feathery vibrator (which the man had buried with in him earlier) was now making his tight virgin ass twitch violently.
Ichigo wanted to touch himself, to bring himself to that brilliant white paradise—but Aizen the Magnificent had strictly forbidden it.
The man rather just sit there with that irritating smirk on his aristocratic face and let Ichigo suffer because he was clearly a sick, twisted, selfish
"BASTARD!"
A cold hand tapping his cheek quickly brought Ichigo out of nightmare land and into the world of
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"Byakuya?" Ichgo frowned at the cold set of eyes growing even colder.
"Do you make it a habit to shout obscenities in the middle of the night, Kurosaki Ichigo?"
"I—there was a circus and wedding dress and this old castle and he was such a—
Byakuya did not look even the least bit interested.
"Come."
"What! I mean huh?"
"Please do not act like an idiot Kurosaki, I know you are a lot smarter than you sometimes let on."
Still half asleep, Ichigo rolled out of bed and stumbled after the stone-faced man.
He wobbled slightly at the foot of the stairs.
Byakuya took pity on him and carried him down the rest of the way.
Ichigo was about to protest when he realized it was pointless and stupid. After all this was Byakuya, Rukia's brother, nothing perverted would come of this.
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"Sit down."
Again Ichigo felt no need to argue with Byakuya, He pulled out one of the magenta colored chairs and sat down.
"Do you like sugar or cream in your tea, Kurosaki?"
"I don't really care either way, not too much cream though."
As the raven-haired man prepared tea by the stove, Ichigo drummed his fingers against the tabletop "So about earlier tonight—I really didn't mean to burst in on you guys like that."
Byakuya turned, just the slightest hint of a smirk on his noble face. "Do you honestly expect me to believe that you were so shocked by the scene that you would almost crack your skull wide open on my sink?"
"Its true. I know it sounds ridiculous but—
"Get serious, Kurosaki, you are not a clumsy mumbling, fumbling adolescent rosy-cheeked girl, so please stop pretending to be one!"
"Hey! I'm telling you I didn't mean t—
"Quiet down! I don't want you to wake up the rest of the house."
Ichigo shrunk down into his seat, feeling like a young toddler being scolded by his mother.
Of course there was nothing feminine about Byakuya—except for maybe the scarf – Ichigo found himself chuckling at the random thought that perhaps in an alternate universe Halibel would be related to Byakuya, what with the scarf fetish and all.
"Does something on my face amuse you, Kurosaki?"
Ichigo swallowed so hard it hurt.
"Drink." Byakuya passed him a steaming mug of tea with a purple bat on it. Ichigo recognized it as a character from the Happy Hollows Franchise.
"Are you a collector as well, Kurosaki?"
Ichigo nearly choked on his tea.
WTF?
Byakuya raised a pencil thin brow "Was the tea too hot?"
Ichigo coughed violently for a few minutes before he deemed it safe to answer, "No, it's not that, the tea is fine, better than fine, " he took a few sips "My sister loves the Happy Hollows, she searched everywhere for the limited edition Toka Bat mug but had no luck finding it—never thought I'd find it in your kitchen of all places."
"Yes well Hisagi has a strange fascination for bats, one of his college friends gave it to him on his last birthday," Byakuya explained.
"Oh um okay."
"Do I detect disappointment in your voice, Kurosaki?"
"Nah," Ichigo downed the last of his tea "So anyway thanks for letting me crash here again."
"You are welcome here anytime, Kurosaki," silvery-amethyst eyes met cinnamon coffee colored eyes "But in the future, I hope you will dress more appropriately."
Ichigo felt his face growing hot. "Yeah about that—see I have these people in my dorm, they like to play pranks and stuff on me," (at Byakuya's raised brow, he continued) "Any way tonight they thought it would be fun to steal all of my clothes and leave me with nothing but a borrowed scarf—not that there's anything wrong with scarves or anything bu—
'What the hell! Did Byakuya just lick the side of my mouth?'
"You had a bit of cream, I merely cleaned it off," there was amusement in Byakuya's tone.
"You know Sugarpuff you really should warn him before you pull a move like that."
There in the doorway in all his silky black pajama glory, stood Shuhei.
"Hisagi-san it's not w—" Ichigo trailed off and tried again "I was just- I mean we were—I was having a nightmare and it woke Byakuya up and—well any way we're just having tea."
Shuhei burst out into laughter, clutching his belly and falling to the ground into a fit of hysterics.
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"Really Ichigo you need to stop worrying so much. I'm not going to bite you," Shuhei smirked "Unless you want me to, that is."
"That won't be necessary, Hisagi." Byakuya did not sound amused.
"Er yeah Hisagi-san, don't get me wrong you're uh good-looking and all but—"
Shit what the hell am I saying—I need—I need to get out of here now!'
'Yeah King I think that would be best for everyone.'
"Right," Ichigo rose to his feet, pushed in his chair and turned to Byakuya "I'm really sorry about everything, I'll try to be less careless next time."
Byakuya said nothing.
Against his better judgment, the orange haired 19 year old squeezed the older mans' shoulder (he knew Byakuya didn't like to be touched so he was taking a risk in doing so) "Thanks for listening and stuff."
"All is forgiven Kurosaki, now go back to bed."
Ichigo felt himself smiling rather stupidly as he bid the two lovers a final goodnight and high-tailed it out of there (not with out feeling the slight pinch on his ass—first though)
(Aizen)
Ichimaru Gin, the closest person Aizen had to a true friend. The only person who could point out his occasional faults and not suffer the consequences. The only person who could reach across the breakfast table and snatch a croissant right off of his plate and not lose a few fingers for his bold act.
Yes Gin was a special individual. The younger man had been in Aizen's company for many years. He was a prodigy of sorts, quick with his mouth and even quicker with a blade.
"Did you have fun yesterday?"
Aizen smirked into his teacup "You could say that."
"Hm anyone I know?"
Aizen watched his silver haired companion lick the buttery crumbs off his fingers, as he answered, "Most likely, no."
Gin reached for his own teacup "Ripe or unripe?" he raised it to his thin lips and took a sip.
Aizen thought back to his night with Kurosaki Ichigo (the boy might have started out unripe but-) he smirked "Somewhere in between, I'd say."
"Interesting," Gin smiled "Will he or she be joining us fer breakfast?"
Hmm breakfast with the boy? That would be most interesting. He shall have to look into to it.
"Perhaps," Aizen reached for the large fruit bowl sitting in the middle of the table and picked out a single red strawberry. He brought it to his mouth and ate it. "But not today."
"Yer almost sound as though you let he or she go? Am I right ta think yer by yourself at the moment?"
Aizen saw no reason to answer when they both knew the answer to that.
"Will the kiddies be joining us fer the holidays?"
Aizen reached for his teacup once more "Some of them might," he took a sip and continued, "Hinamori returned last night as I am sure you are aware."
"Did she?" Gin's tone was full of mocking, "Sorry ta say I didn't hear thing," he broke off a corner on his own croissant and brought it to his mouth.
"It is her wish to go shopping today and so I have taken the day off."
"Hmm I don't suppose yer ta want some company?"
"Normally I would never turn down company from you but I need you to contact someone for me today," Aizen reached for the tea- pot and poured him self another cup.
"Oh and who might that be?"
"I will give you the number before I leave, for now, let's enjoy breakfast." Aizen reached for a scone and placed it on his plate.
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/CRASH/
"Wonderweiss what have I told you about climbing on top of that bookshelf!"
"Waaaaaaaaaaaa!"
"I always told Tousen-san that he shoulda stuck ta raising puppies and kittens instead of brats."
"Gin you and I both know how Kaname felt an instant connection to that child, a gift from the angels, the boy gave him back his sight. He wouldn't dare to even dream of separating himself from such a miracle."
"Hm 'spouse yer right but I still don't see why he didn't just send the brat off to boarding school along with the rest of the kiddies."
"Kaname has never had much confidence in the private school education system."
"Hmm is that why you agreed to have yer own lot home schooled up until they reached their mid-teens?"
"That's one reason."
"What's the other reason?"
"That, you will have to ask Kaname."
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(New View)
Urahara's Auto Service
A black suede boot with a thin purple ribbon came down on top of the trunk of a car with a careless thunk!
"Found anything yet, Soifon?"
A partially covered head of black hair came into view as Soifon rises from her crouching position so she can greet (the single greatest woman to ever grace the world with her presence) Shihoin Yoruichi.
"Nothing visible Yoruichi-sama but I do detect the slightest scent of man spunk."
"Oh?" Youruichi's cat like eyes glitter "Sounds like our boy Sousuke had some night huh?"
Soifon wrinkled her fox like nose in distaste "Is it really necessary for me to clean the upholstery Yoruichi-sama? Couldn't Urahara just hire someone else?"
"Nah, Kisuke doesn't trust just anyone with his prized lady, you know?"
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(Ichigo)
'Ya sure you're gonna go through with this, King?'
'Yeah I'm sure now beat it! I'm not going to walk in there and have everyone look at me like I'm an escaped mental patient.'
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"The doctor is not in yet, have a seat."
The receptionist was weird. Ichigo had always thought so. There was just something almost inhuman, something slightly robotic about her. Even the way she curled the telephone cord around her painted fingernail, it seemed stiff, rehearsed.
The desk she sat behind was virtually empty, only a single picture frame of herself posing along with an exotic looking man, they were standing in front of some science and technology center, blank faced and almost creepy.
Ichigo shook his head and picked a seat near the exit door.
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Ichigo had never been fond of the whole 'strip down to your underwear and wait on the freezing cold ass table' routine.
Even though a doctor's office should be sanitary, Ichigo did not enjoy placing his barely clad ass on anything but the comfort of his own bed at home.
He always had a rather sensitive body and so naturally, hard surfaces did not hold much appeal for him.
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"Afternoon, ah I see they sent me a new one,"
Ichigo eyed the freaky looking man who had just entered the room warily. The man's nametag read, Kurotsuchi Mayuri.
"Um I think there's been some kind of mistake, I'm Kurosaki Ichigo and I made an appointment to see Ishida-sensei."
"Hmm," the man is not paying attention to the boy, rather he is shifting through a small stack of papers "Let's see now—are you here for the breast implants?" he looked up and waited for the orange haired youth to answer.
"HELL NO!"
Ichigo could hear Shirosaki cackling wildly inside of his head.
"First off, I'm a guy and Second, I'm just here for a standard checkup."
"Hmm not the implants," Mayuri murmured absentmindedly as he continued shuffling through the pile "Breast reductions?"
Ichigo glared at the man.
"You know you already have quite a flat chest, as your doctor I wouldn't advise a reduction," Mayuri stated before returning his attention to the papers
WTF? Seriously why him? What did he ever do to deserve this?
'Man King where the hell did they find this guy anyway? The African Jungle? I'm mean just check out that head gear!'
Hell if I know and I thought I told you to go away!'
Yeah you did but I figure ya didn't really mean it.'
"Hmm interesting, I see so you are here about the new male pregnancy formula, third one this morning," Mayuri stood up "I'll just grab it and then you can be on your way," he exited the room, a slight spring in his step.
Now's your chance King. Grab your clothes, open the window and jump!'
For once Shirosaki, I think I'll have to agree with you'
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(Aizen)
"Father would it be alright if Shiro-chan and I go for a little walk while we're waiting for our food to arrive?"
Such manners. It is almost as though the girl who sits with him now and the girl who threw herself at him last night, are two entirely different people.
An illusion, nearly perfected. He's almost proud of her.
"Don't go far Hinamori I do not want to find a reason to come and fetch you."
"Oh father honestly," the girl offers him an almost coy smile "You needn't worry so much. I'm almost sixteen you know?" she sets down her napkin, rises to her feet and moves in for a kiss, frowning when he turns his head away from her.
Really, she should know better than to try a move like that right here out in public.
He grabs her wrist (using very little force, for it is not necessary because her bones are so very fragile) and shoots her a warning look.
Aizen does not get some kind of perverse pleasure out of watching the girl shrink into herself, the light in her already dim eyes, fading even more.
Rather he finds himself almost pitying this poor creature once more. He releases his grip on her wrist but does not let her leave just yet.
Instead he raises his hand to her delicate cheek, feeling the raised skin there.
She looks as though she wants to say something.
"Do not keep Hitsugaya-kun waiting."
Aizen lowers his hand and the girl walks away.
TBC