Warnings: AU, OOC, AiIchi, GrimmIchi, KenIchi, NnoiIchi, OthersIchi, Other pairings, Spelling, Grammar, Punctuation, slightly unstable minds, bits of violence (more like rough love really-er yeah) language, humor, mpreg, cross-dressing, switching views, the occasional rabid fangirl, stalkers, plotting (or something close to it) pleasant and unpleasant things (and or people) etc, etc, etc…
A/N The title Sucks and the chapter it self isn't very long or exciting. But this is one of the newer installments. So hopefully some of you will enjoy.
As always this fic is dedicated to BonneNuit. Thank you for reminding me that is A-OKAY for our favorite berry to have more than one suitor.
Shades of Orange
Part 11
MASK
(Nnoitra)
Just moments after his little tantrum he back tracked.
Halibel was not as clever as she thought she was-it didn't take a fuckin' genius to find out where she was driving the little carrot bitch.
And with Neliel's damn blubbering his suspicions had been officially confirmed.
The two women were heading towards 'The Cabin'
One might ask how he knew this.
Well the answer was simple.
While father dearest and his darling brothers and sisters had basically written him out of their lives, Nnoitra had taken it upon himself to do the exact opposite.
He didn't keep track of things like what they would eat for breakfast or what movie they recently rented-shit like that didn't matter.
He kept track of their behavioral patterns-Halibel especially.
The blond woman had always had a bit of superiority complex and when things didn't go her way-she would do everything in her power to adjust the person/thing to her liking.
Dragging males ages 15-24 up to 'The Cabin' out to the 'countryside' and for lack of a better term brainwashing them.
She didn't do it alone. No the 'owner' of 'The Cabin', Nemu, helped her.
Ah Nemu-Halibel's not so secret girlfriend.
It was pathetic really.
Listening to them bicker and bitch about all kinds of pointless shit.
Halibel loved to play the role of the 'good woman' when in reality she was quite the opposite.
Loved to preach about a person's free will and fair ness and blah blah blah…
'I wouldn't dream of hurting that boy'
These were often the words that would spill from her lips right before she injected her latest victim with one of Nemu's formulas..
And as for Neliel?
The dumb little shit had no clue.
Just went along with what Hali-chan said without stopping to think and ask why.
It wasn't Neliel's fault really-she had a crack in her skull-
Nnoitra had never meant to take it that far and to this day the events were sort of foggy-
He never claimed to be the brother of the year but-
No Neliel hadn't deserved to have her skull bashed in.
Nnoitra still wasn't sure why he had picked up the hammer that day-
To chalk it up to being possessed or mentally unstable or some equally cliché excuse was fuckin dumb-
And jealousy well-?
He shook his head.
What did it matter?
He was not the type to get worked up over something that happened years ago.
And it's not like he had gotten away unscathed-
Ulquiorra had made sure of it.
Ah his second youngest sibling-poor bastard had gone into hiding once again.
Never could come to terms with human emotions.
And although Nnoitra couldn't be sure what it was that had driven Ulquiorra into hiding out once again-sitting in the café and listening with half an ear as Neliel had babbled on and on and on about what she had been doing and then catching bits and pieces of Halibel's and Neliel's conversations-he was quickly developing a theory-
Kurosaki Ichigo, it all came back to him.
Nnoitra's would be/should be pet.
He couldn't really explain what it was.
Maybe after all the years of cruising through life with out a care for consequence or another's feeling's, karma was finally coming back to him.
Hitting him in the fuckin face with her mighty swing all the while smirking in triumph as she cooed out 'Oh poor baby does it hurt?'
And yeah it did fuckin' hurt-the most annoying part was feeling at all.
Nnoitra didn't want to fuckin' feel.
He wanted to-well at the moment he just wished to jump the electric fence, break into the house and snatch Ichi-pet away but-
They already didn't like him much around these parts.
All but one-yes he would contact her.
()()()
New View
(Hiyori)
She didn't know why he of all people had called her.
Nor did she care.
She would put all of the pieces together in time.
But right now the only thing that mattered was talking to the berry.
Kensei was taking way too damn long.
What did he fall asleep at the fuckin wheel again?
'Damn, this is why I should've just gone myself.'
"Are you planning to pace back and fourth all night Hiyori-chan?"
Hiyori looked over at her fellow blond companion.
"I'm not pacing. I'm thinking. Now shut up and go make me some damn popcorn or something."
"No popcorn. You'll ruin your dinner."
"Stop treating me like a kid Hachi!"
"I'm sorry Hiyori-san but I promise you can have popcorn after you eat."
Hiyori glared at the rotund mustached man, kicked off her flip-flops and climbed up on top of the kitchen counter.
Searching for something to snack on.
She was sorely disappointed.
()()()()
A half hour went by and finally the sound of a key turning reached her ears.
Hiyori abandoned her game of solitaire and made her way into the next room.
A masked figure came into view, shaking off snowflakes from his silver blond head.
"About time Kensei."
"Hey! The location wasn't exactly on the map you know."
"Yeah, yeah. How's he doing? Did he wake up at all? Or did he see your face?"
"Not sure. Yeah once. And No."
One by one Hiyori's posse came into the living room and crowded around Kensei and the unconscious Ichigo.
"So this is the infamous Ichigo huh? He's a pretty little thing isn't he?"
Hiyori raised her red flip-flop and attacked her fellow blond companion.
"Back off idiot! Give the berry some space."
"Is he dead?"
"Don't be stupid. He's just unconscious."
"He reminds me of a pretty fire neko or something."
Kensei shifted the figure in his arms, "Hn. He's alright but there's no way the hair is natural though."
"It is."
"How would know?"
"Woman's intuition."
"Ha! Intuition my ass. You probably peeped in on him didn't you?"
"I'm a lady I would never spy on someone."
"Ha lady my right testicle! You're the world's biggest pervert and everyone in this room knows it, Risa-chan."
"Shut up and set him down on the couch." Hiyori snapped.
()()()
(Ichigo)
Low murmuring reached his ears.
Ichigo didn't want to open his eyes just yet.
He didn't even want to move an inch until he had a better idea of his surroundings.
Now more than ever the voice inside his head would be a welcome companion.
'Ya rang King.'
'What's going on?'
'Seems ya've been kidnapped. Imagine that.'
'Way to state the obvious but why?'
'Why don't ya ask your new housemates?'
'Housema-
Cinnamon and Coffee colored orbs slowly fluttered open.
That mask!
That masked figure!
He bolted so fast off the couch one would think he'd seen a ghost or a demon of some sort.
Now as his eyes fully adjusted to his surroundings-he found masked figures-not just one.
And cue freak out number 1,615.
Actually probably way over that but he'd long since lost count.
"Where the fuck am I? Who the hell are you people? Why are you-
"Woah, slow down Ichi-chan. We're not gonna harm you."
The first mask was removed.
A blinding bright smile and even brighter blond hair. Male.
"That's right berry-tan, we're your friends."
A female this time, voice sounded vaguely familiar.
She removed her mask and confirmed that she was in fact the overenthusiastic stylist, Mashiro
"You!"
"He's quite the energetic young man isn't he?"
A third mask was removed.
Heavy set male with pink mustache of all things.
'And I thought I'd seen everything'
"What is-why the did one of your goons knock me out and drag me-
"Wouldn't you rather know how we found you in the first place?"
A fourth mask was removed.
A dark skinned male with long side burns.
Ichigo thought about these words for a minute and realized that-
"Yeah actually I would like a real answer to that."
"Anon caller."
The fifth mask was removed.
It was the porn fanatic chick.
Orange brows furrowed. "Anon caller?"
"People can do that you know-see it all the time on the news. Some poor helpless woman abducted off the street only to be rescued by the tiny senile old goat down by the river. Only the old goat doesn't rescue the woman by himself, rather he contacts the nearest police station, gives them the appropriate information and with in less than 24 hours, the woman is back in the comfort of her own home safe and sound."
After these long stream of words-the 6th mask was lifted.
Ichigo could hardly be blamed for turning a little pink around the cheeks just then.
Male. Correction a good looking male. Body build was like that of a boxer or a cage fighter.
'Hmm cage fighter sounds pretty damn interesting.'
'Sure you want to go down that path King.'
'I-I'm just getting a closer look at my ab-
'Mm hm I know exactly what ya are doin.'
Silver-blond hair. Eyes, the shape alone was difficult to pinpoint. And the color-not quite light brown. The bone structure of his face wasn't so much sharp angles as it was-
He shook his head-
'I really don't need to go down that path again.'
Shirosaki cackled inside his head.
'Poor King what am I to do with ya?'
'Don't start.'
'Start what? Can't help it ya think t-
'Shut up right now. Just shut up!'
'Fine, fine we can discuss your latest crush later on.'
'I'm not crushing. Gah-can't you-look we've been over this before, you can feel attraction towards someone and that's all it is it doesn't mean-
'Hmm I wonder what Aizen-sama and 'Pachi will have to say about this.'
'No don't even go there-
'I don't have to. You do it all on ya own King.'
"Anyway I would've come to collect you my self but the anon caller told me that it would be wiser to send someone taller, preferably a male and so I sent Kensei (the figure gestured to Mr. silver-blond himself) and here we are."
Shortest of the group. Voice unmistakable.
It was official-Hiyori was stalking him.
"How do you-I mean first at the movies and now-are you some kind of secret spy or something? How is it you always-?"
The blonde snaggle tooth removed her mask. Stomped over to Ichigo and then quite with out warning raised her sandal and smacked him across the face.
"Idiot! You should be thanking me or else right now you'd be-
"Thanking you?" Ichigo's voice was incredulous.
Hiyori snorted. "Damn right if it weren't for me you-"
As was becoming a daily routine or whatever-Ichigo really didn't understand what the fuck was going on.
"This anon caller er what did he or she sound like?"
"Not sure, their voice was some where in between ear-grating and kinky but that doesn't really make a whole lot of sense now does it. So moving on…
"You're coming to the ski lodge with us."
'Well look at that King, seems like Mr. Silver-blond has taken just as much of an interest to ya as ya have to him.'
()()()
(Aizen)
Aizen was not a complicated man. If one wished to learn how is mind worked and why he did the things that he did all they had to do was ask.
It was merely a bonus should they decide to share their own life story.
Ah the term life story, a term used quite loosely.
He could hardly be blamed for omitting or adding bits and pieces to and from his own life story from time to time.
The closest he had come to revealing his REAL-life story had been during his afternoon with the boy.
And why? Because it had seemed rather pointless to lie to the boy.
He couldn't really put his finger on it (at least not yet) but amongst all the silly humans Kurosaki Ichigo was something else entirely.
He saw it, just a glimpse but it had been there.
It was almost a little unsettling how someone he just met could see right through him-well an important piece of him anyway.
The boy had barely lifted a finger and yet he was slowly chiseling away at his semi-frozen heart.
Yes contrary to popular opinion Aizen Sousuke was not an unfeeling bastard!
He did what was necessary.
Calling him a cheater, a liar, a master manipulator, a criminal, a heartless, twisted, evil self-proclaimed lord and a variety of other colorful insults.
It was truly amusing really.
If mother could see him now she'd be so proud of him.
Throw a banquet all in honor of his great intellect.
Oh mother how he missed her so.
'Well it is the holiday season, perhaps I should go visit her.'
()()()
(Kenpachi)
Jumping to the worst-case scenario was not something that he did.
Kenpachi was not a dramatic person. It just wasn't his style.
There could be several reasons as to why Ichigo currently was not a home.
The youth could be out running errands or possibly maybe stopped back in his dorm room in order to pick up something.
He could be passed out in his backyard or even in the kitchen and simply hadn't heard the doorbell.
It was still fairly early in the evening, just turning 5 minutes after 5.
Kenpachi had no reason to panic.
Not to mention that panicking was so not his style either.
If there was a slight chance that Ichigo was in trouble in some way or another-
There was a screeching noise just then.
As though a car or some sort of vehicle had just made a sharp turn or simply needed there breaks checked.
Kenpachi turned and narrowed his eyes at the 4 figures making their way up the driveway.
TBC