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A/N Yes I know its supposed to be the ending…it wasn't supposed to be split but you see this horrible thing happened…my comp crashed I lost a lot of my files and so the finale was pushed back yet again…it won't be uber long now…My aim is 100-110 pages…I've written 87 so far. THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE!
~SLY~
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Warnings: AU, OOC, AiIchi, OthersIchi, other pairings, spelling, grammar, punctuation, plot holes (unintentional) run-ons, flashbacks, flamboyant characters, mentally unstable characters, mentions of preg and mpreg, cross-dressing, language, violence, switching-views, DIALOGUE, crack, humor, 'angst', 'drama', ETC….
Shades of Orange
Part 16.1 (45pgs) ~ENJOY!
How far?
(Nel)
Coming to the park and sitting on the swing set reminded Nel of better times-reminded her of what it was like when she was first adopted by Aizen-sama.
A happy time-a more carefree time-
She had no way of reading Ulquiorra's mind but she wasn't an idiot-he probably wished to talk to her about the mission.
Nel didn't have the energy to talk about how she had been the one to mess everything up.
About how she had felt pressured when Ulquiorra wasn't around and decided to turn to Halibel or Grimmjow.
Grimmjow had his own agenda-although he claimed to trust her he kept so many secrets from her.
And Halibel…she just didn't know what to make of the blonde these days. She was always so high strung around the holiday season.
"Neliel you haven't touched your ice cream."
"Sorry Ulquiorra I guess I'm just not hungry."
Green eyes studied her face "You look like you haven't slept much. What is troubling you?"
Nel curled a stray lock of hair around her finger and answered, "I'm worried about Ichi."
()()
(Hinamori)
The more she thought about it the more Hinamori realized that she couldn't depend on any one but herself.
Shiro-chan had fallen asleep-seemed the powder she slipped into his coffee thermos had done the trick-he was now snoozing like an innocent little lamb.
Drugging her one true ally-one true friend had been a last minute decision.
While it was true that she could have asked the snow-haired boy to carry out to task for her-she really didn't wish to see crimson stains on his little white vest.
Of course she could have asked him to remove the vest but if she had done that then her gaze would have fell on his toned chest- her focus would have wavered-her plans interrupted-she'd completely miss her chance to dispose of the strawberry devil if she gave into troublesome teenage hormones.
And why waste her time-why waste her sweet taste of victory on Shiro-chan, why give a simple chauffeur something as sacred as her virginity when she was saving herself for Aizen-sama?
Hinamori would wipe the blood off, bury the weapon and then walk off into the dead of night with a smile of triumph on her face.
Urahara and Yoruichi were only good for one thing-an alibi-they would be her cover story when the detectives came around and asked questions about the murder.
It was her mission-no her duty-she'd rid the world of the strawberry devil.
She'd return home to the mansion and wait for Aizen-sama in their bedroom-yes their bedroom-he may have pushed her away in the past-calling her a foolish child-telling her that her thoughts were inappropriate-refusing to call her by her REAL name but once he saw the woman she'd become-
Yes everything would work out in the end and by New Years Eve the world wouldn't even remember who the strawberry devil was.
()()
Hinamori was a bright girl-she wasn't so foolish as to just fire shots wildly-no she had done her research-hired a small group of delinquents to teach her how to hold and use a gun.
They hadn't asked for much in return-just the standard drugs and money-of course she didn't plan on giving lazy drop-outs anything-but that was for the brown eyed girl to know and for the world to find out.
The pistol wasn't even hers-she'd stolen it before she came home for the holidays-the stupid bitch of a school mistress left the weapon right out in the open-foolishly believed that if it was kept behind glass it would be safe.
Hinamori was (naturally) nervous about handling such a deadly device at first-honestly hadn't even planned on using it-it was originally intended to be a gift-she was going to wrap it red tissue paper, bind it with a gold ribbon and place it under the grand Christmas tree.
But that all changed when the little whore appeared-
Yes she would start by eliminating the strawberry first-finding great delight in the boys' pathetic whines as blood seeped from out of every pour and stained the pure white snow-she would throw her head back and laugh as he stared up at her with those damn eyes-if she had time and the proper tools she would pluck those damn eyes out and-
Well it was best not to think such things-she was wasting time-simply watching his eyes roll back, watching the little bitch take his last breath would be enough-
But of course she couldn't let on that she was throwing a fucking parade over Ichi whatever the hell is full name was death-no she would have to don the necessary black garb-she would have to play the role of the good daughter-offering her shoulder for her normally strong father to cry on-
Well perhaps not cry-Aizen-sama was above such "human" emotions-never the less Hinamori would be there to support the man as he mourned the loss of his lovely strawberry whore.
Yes the boy was lovely-even she who despised most humans-could admit this-all the more reason for her to carry out the plan-
It didn't have to be this way-if the whore had only picked someone else-someone who didn't matter-one of the freeloaders-the ones who dared to call themselves her siblings-or one of the servants-granted they weren't much to look at but she supposed the strawberry devil could make up for that-
Why was she still wasting time thinking 'what if?' scenarios. What's done is done-there was no turning back-no second chances-Aizen-sama was hers and that's all there was to it.
Placing a light kiss on the snow white cheek of the still softly snoozing boy-frowning as his skin felt like frost on her lips-Hinamori wrapped her own scarf around Shiro-chan, snatched the keys out of the ignition, unlocked the doors and slipped out of the vehicle and quietly closed the door behind her.
Pistol safely secured in her left pocket while she held her flashlight in her right hand the brown-eyed girl set off into the late night.
()()
(Halibel)
If her idiotic siblings thought she was going to abandon the mission simply because the would-be-bride had flown the coup they couldn't be more wrong.
Originally it had never been Halibel's intention to force Kurosaki into such a situation-things had spiraled out of her control.
But she was going to fix it-she was going to make things right and not only give father the best Christmas present-she was going to bring the family back together.
Yes as much as she did wish to knock Grimmjow and Nnoitra off a building or into a concrete wall-much as she wanted to wring Ulquiorra's neck for having the gall to talk down to her-as much as she desired to slap Neliel…they were family.
Halibel made a mistake-an error in judgment-make that a couple errors but not anymore!
She would return to the mansion and she would wait.
The door opened and the sound of heels clicking against the woodened floors reached her ears-pulling Halibel from her thoughts and over to her girlfriend.
Her girlfriend who seemed to be emitting some type of glow-positively beaming "Remember when I told you that the cradle formula should be tested before used?"
Halibel nodded wondering what Nemu was getting at.
"Well Mayuri-sama convinced me to use the formula on myself."
Halibel raised a thin blond brow "You-you're carrying?"
"Carrying your baby, our baby, yes."
Green eyes blinked rapidly "But how? I mean it was my understanding that the cradle formula was strictly developed for the male body-
"Mayuri-sama is always working on new formulas-this one is very similar just a lighter potency meant for women who wish to have babies with other women."
It was a bit difficult for Halibel to swallow this new bit of knowledge but once it did she beamed down at her love and picked the smaller woman up and spun her around.
Confident that Kurosaki would surely warm up to the idea of having a baby of his own if the youth saw what an excellent mother she could be with her own child.
"Her due date is April-because she was conceived through scientific methods the amount of months have been shortened."
()()
(Ichigo)
Ichigo refused to go anywhere with out putting some real clothes back on-he ignored Hiyori's griping and snarls as he laced up his boots and zipped up his thermal sweater.
()()()
(Hiyori)
"Where the hell are we going at this hour?"
Even though Hiyori knew that the last few days hadn't exactly been a walk in the park for Ichigo she also knew from watching him that as much as the guy griped and complained he was actually enjoying himself.
"Quit you're bitchin' berry face, we're almost there."
She was leading him up to the ski lift. It was the only way they'd be able to talk without interruptions.
Yes there were many perks to being a member of the Viso ski lodge-her favorite being she could use the equipment at any time she deemed necessary.
Well okay technically that wasn't entirely true but what was the point in being young without being a little reckless.
()()
(Ichigo)
"You're just like me Ichigo."
He was beginning to grow tiered of hearing these same words.
"Yeah your brother said the same thing to me."
"Half brother and don't listen to Shinji-he's an idiot! I on the other hand actually know exactly what I'm talking about."
The blonde started rubbing her hands together and blowing on them.
"Are you sure you're not cold?"
They were up high on one of the ski lifts-just sitting and the wind chill was not the least bit pleasant.
Another minute more and they would probably freeze to death.
"I'm fine," Hiyori snapped even as her teeth chattered.
Ichigo rolled his eyes wishing the girl would just admit that she was cold but he had been around her long enough by now to know that she was stubborn.
So he ignored the way his own body shivered and handed Hiyori his sweater.
After a moment or two the blonde accepted it with a wry grin
"Just look at us, pair of idiots out here in the cold underdressed and love-sick-well you're actually the one whose love sick I'm just trying to teach you how not to be so obvious about it."
"Oh and what way would that be?" Ichigo asked as he watched Hiyori tie the sweater around her head. His brow twitched "Dumb ass its not meant to be worn like that."
"Don't tell me what to do!" Hiyori snapped and as she stood up the lift started to rock.
"What the-are you trying to get us both killed?"
"I told you not to tell me what to do berry-face!" She raised her foot as if to strike and Ichigo began to question her sanity-
"Hiyori, seriously get down."
"Shut up! This is the quickest way to keep warm-if you had any sense at all you would do the same."
To make matters worse the blonde start jumping-it would have been rather impressive if Ichigo wasn't concerned about making sure they both came out of this alive.
"You! You don't even-this is just stupid Hiyori now sit back down."
The blonde only stopped to point and laugh at him "Hahahaha you should see your face right now-its so red and your eyes their like the size of dinner plates," she continued laughing even as he glared "I'm-haha I'm really glad you came along Ichigo."
An orange brow was raised, "You still haven't explained how you found me."
A mischievous grin made its way on to Hiyori's face "Well I could tell you that I've been watching you for awhile but that's only the half truth-if you want to know the rest-and if you wish to know who the 'anon' caller is then you'll have to stop acting like such a cowardly lil berry and join me in keeping warm."
"You're crazy."
And yet even with these words Ichigo realized that yes he would like a real answer and so he placed his hands on to the bar and slowly raised his body up-forcing himself not to look down-not to think about how incredibly stupid this stunt was-the lift rocked even more-the wind continued to howl
"So tell me."
Hands tucked behind her head, looking as though she didn't have a single care in the world-
"What do you wish for me to tell you?"
"Everything."
"Everything? I don't know everything Ichigo."
"Fine then just tell me what you know."
"About the caller."
"If you want to start with the caller that's fine but I really want to know just how you seem to know so much about me."
"…"
The blonde stared off into the distance-no longer moving just standing still-
"Hiyori?"
"I love it up here." She said after a moment.
Ichigo willed himself to forget about the height and just stare out into the starless night-try to see what ever it was the blonde saw-
"It's quiet-well aside from the wind that is."
"It's more than that up here I feel like I can do anything-
"Like?"
Why was he asking her such a question?
"I'm surprised you actually went through with it."
A raised brow "Went through with what?"
A shrug "Never mind, its not important." After a moment Hiyori grinned at Ichigo "So before I begin answering questions and explaining things why don't you sit back down before you break this damn lift?"
"I'll only sit back down if you do the same."
An eye roll, "This isn't a game Ichigo."
"I know its not Hiyori but I figure even if the damn lift does break and we both wind up in body casts at least we'll keep each other company."
The blonde blinked in surprise and then laughed once more and shaking her head she repeated the words "You really are just like me."
"You keep saying that."
The wind picked up and Ichigo had no choice but to raise his voice to shout out "What do you mean?"
"I mean," Hiyori shouted back "That you think you know what you want, who you want but you have no idea."
"What makes you say that?" He moved closer to the blonde and grabbed a hold of her hand.
"I mean you're too caught up in what other people are telling you-what your hollow is telling you?"
Ichigo was utterly baffled "Hollow?" What the hell did she mean hollow-what the hell was a hollow?
"It's just a little term I came up with after watching Happy Hollows," a shrug, "It just seemed fitting because in a way you're like a shape shifter ya know only you don't really change shape but at the same time you kinda do. Don't worry I have one too-she's on vacation at the moment but-
"I don't-you're not making any sense Hiyori."
"Don't lie to me Ichigo I've seen you space out-drift into another mind set-but you're not really spacing out-you're having an inner battle with your other personality."
"You-! There's no-no one knows about Shirosaki."
The blonde snorted, "That what ya call him? Hmm gotta say its a lot better than the name I came up with."
Ichigo didn't know what possessed him to ask this next question "What do you call yours?"
Another shrug, "Just call her Orochi-there's more-meaning it's longer but I rather not reveal all my secrets at this time." Hazel eyes danced and she moved a little closer to him "Maybe it's a sign that you and I should get hitched or something?"
Was Hiyori hitting on him?
No-she had to be messing around-there was no way-
WHAM!
He didn't even want to guess how the blonde had managed to lift her leg and hit him at even this angle
Ichigo rubbed the side of his cheek and glared "What the hell was that for?"
"Stupid Ichi! You don't even remember me do you?"
()()()
(Aizen)
He hadn't even bothered to unpack his luggage because he knew he would not be staying for long.
"Are you sure this is what you want to do Sou-kun?"
His original plan had been to leave in the morning but Aizen could not stand to be around the woman for another minute.
It felt a little too much like déjà vu for his liking-sitting on the bed with his mother sitting beside him-foolishly believing the sight of her shimmering eyes-that her hand on top of his would stop him from leaving.
She had never had any control over him to begin with-he only let her believe what she wanted to believe.
"Yes. I cannot afford to waste another moment. There is no time to spare I am already behind schedule."
"Sou-kun being in love is not about following a schedule."
"Do not tell me what love is mother. My definition for it may differ from the rest of society but it is just as good if not more so."
As if a man like Aizen Sousuke gave a damn about what the rest of society thought anyway-
"But you only just arrived a short while ago. I was hoping we could go to the opera house tomorrow and to the museum on Thursday next, it has been far too long since I have spent time with my one and only son."
And now the woman was laying the guilt trip on him-
Aizen mentally cursed-falling in love had thrown him off balance-he had foolishly lowered his guard and now his mother was trying to needle her way in-
She had always been a rather selfish individual-the spoiled queen with out the official crown-
The more Aizen thought about it the more he concluded that he did not want his mother around the boy-she would only taint Ichigo-kun
""Perhaps some other time mother, right now I should devote my time to the boy."
This was only the half-truth. He was going to devote more than just his time to the orange haired youth.
"I've never seen you act like this Sou-kun."
"I have never been in love before. Any previous engagements were merely trial runs-illusions if one must insist on putting a label on it."
"Before you run off into the middle of the night don't you think you should find out if he feels the same way towards you?" a pause "I mean 19 is awfully young."
He stood up ignoring as the woman reached out for him.
"Age is not an issue mother you yourself have said-
"And I meant it. Love knows no bounds. It does not have an age or time limit on it but-
A raised brow "But?"
"Oh please try to understand Sou-kun I just don't want to see you set yourself up for disappointment."
"That is not possible. Ichigo-kun isn't like t-
"Stop thinking with your heart for a minute and listen to reason! You've known this boy for what a few weeks? Less than a month? -
How dare she! What right did she have to judge him!
"What is your point? What brought this on-this sudden change of heart? It is not like you to question my judgment."
He wondered if it was that damn Fergus woman-probably putting ideas in his mother's head-
"I assure you I am doing no such thing Sou-kun-
Her hand touched his shoulder and he shrugged it off and turned to her with narrowed brown eyes
"Then what are you doing? What are you trying to tell me?"
He ignored her pained expression and started heading for the door
She followed him and grabbed a hold of his arm-forcing him to turn and face her once more
"I-It is not so much that I wish to tell you something I'm just trying to unders-
"There is nothing for you to understand. Just accept."
"And I do Sou-kun-you say you will offer this boy what ever his heart desires but what can he offer you in return?"
"The missing piece."
"The missing piece of what Sou-kun?"
"It is not your concern."
"It is very much my concern you are my s-
"No it is not nor anyone else's. You know only what I wished to tell you and it will remain that way."
She flinched at his words-flinched as he continued to distance himself from her coddling hold-long lashes fell over pale eyes-her voice cracked
"Why are you so cold to your mother Sou-kun? Sometimes I truly have to wonder if you hold any sort of love for me at all."
Love?
Half the time he wasn't even sure if he liked the woman but of course he could not tell her this-she would only continue drag this 'conversation' out-he did not have the patience for it.
"You are the woman who brought me into this world-the one who helped mold me-fear not no one shall ever take your place."
"You didn't answer my question Sou-kun."
He clenched and unclenched his jaw-willing himself to keep his temper in check. It would not benefit him in anyway if he lashed out at her now-
He could just imagine that Fergus woman and her daughter barging into the room-raising some sort of riot-accusing him of being some sort of evil and vile man-
The migraine hadn't quite faded
"What do you wish for me to tell you mother? That you are the number one woman in my life-that the reason I fell for the boy is because I saw some of the same attributes or qualities in him that I see in you-do you wish for me to lie as well?"
"NO! I never wished for any of th-
"Any of what mother? Why are you shedding tears now when mere hours ago you expressed just how happy you were for me?"
"I am happy for you. You are my son-my pride and joy and I wish for nothing than the absolute best for you."
"If this is true then you will dry your tears and smile for me. If what you say is what you truly feel then you will step aside and let me pass-you will wait patiently until I decide to contact you again."
"Sou-kun!"
"But do not let yourself fall into a great state of depression-fall into a rut which is impossible to pull yourself out of. The next time I see you I expect-
"You will not tell me-my own son will not tell me how I should and shouldn't live my own life!"
"Very well then at the very least you can tell that Fergus woman and her daughter to clean up their act-find a more suitable place to live-a more respectable job-sheep herding will not get you that fancy retirement home in Spain that you have always dreamt of having, mother."
"Sou-kun p-
"I will have the necessary papers drawn up. Fergus will have exactly 30 days to sign-if she should refuse then this is last time you will see my face up until your dying day." He paused in the door way with his back still turned "Have a happy holiday, mother."
()()()
(Ichigo)
"Remember you? You haven't said much to me up until just recently, Hiyori."
"We met a long time ago-at the youth correction facility. You probably don't recognize me because my hair was shorter back then-we shared a bunk a few times though… well up until you became all chum-chum with that free-loading gorilla."
Orange brows furrowed as Ichigo tried to recall what Hiyori was trying to tell him. He vaguely remembered a sour faced blond boy "That was you?"
She glared at him "Hey! I can't help it if I developed at a slower rate then most girls-lacking the big bazookas and all that-
"Hiyori 11 year old girls don't have- he trailed off as the red returned to his cheeks "Anyway I'm sorry I mistook you for a boy back then.
The blonde shrugged, "It's fine, being one of the boys had its perks ya know?"
"Perks?"
"Anyway you're a real bastard for just up and leaving with out even saying goodbye Ichigo."
"Uh sorry I guess but-
A snort "Forget about it-it's in the past though I gotta ask what ever did happen to the gorilla and the shaggy dog-you still hang around them?"
"You mean Renji and Chado?"
"Uh huh yeah sure I mean if that's what you call them-did the redhead's hair ever grow back after I set it on fire."
Ichigo laughed even though it really wasn't funny- "It's even longer now."
"Hmph lucky bastard."
"Hiyori where are you going with all this-I mean even back then I didn't tell anyone about Shirosaki."
"…"
And then "I heard you screaming late in the night-not every night but enough to grab my attention-enough to practically wake the damn dead."
Where was she going with this?
"Okay and?"
"And nothing I'm just stating facts Ichigo." A yawn "Anyway that's not what I really wanted to talk to you about-I dragged you out here to help you find your path."
"My path?"
She nodded and patted his knee "Like I said you and me-we're the same. I too once had a difficult time deciding on who I should choose."
"You're not gonna tell me some story of your first love or something like your brother did are you?"
A grin, "Something like that, yeah."
Ichigo let out a sigh and settled himself in for a long night.
The lift started to move
"Better sit down if you don't want Shinji and Kensei to carry you back to Karakura Town in a body bag.
()()
(Aizen)
Perhaps he'd been a bit harsh but there was no sense in turning back now-mother was a grown woman and so he was confident that she would get past it.
He'd invite her to come and stay with him during the spring-yes that should be more than adequate because by then Ichigo would be settled in and Aizen wouldn't have to worry about anyone posing a threat or coming in between him and the boy.
There was still a matter of Gin, Kaname and the children.
It wouldn't say much about his character if he kicked his family out of the mansion simply because his intended was moving in.
It certainly wouldn't hurt him financially if he decided to purchase another house-on top of which Ichigo-kun wouldn't have to feel guilty about moving stuff around or booting someone else from the comfort of their own room-not that such selfishness probably existed in the boy to begin with.
But yes a new house-not a mansion-such a thing wouldn't be necessary if it was only going to be the two of them.
A house-a house near the boy's college campus-a house where the orange haired youth could decorate to his hearts content.
A house where Ichigo-kun could cook for him-or an even better thought he and the boy could cook together.
His little strawberry housewife-a lovely thought indeed.
Then again why stay cooped up in a house-rather than giving the boy a set of keys-rather then asking Ichigo-kun to move into a new home-rather than making a marriage proposal he should show the youth the world.
Traveling, exploring the globe with his strawberry queen right by his side.
Yes Aizen could teach the boy more than a basic text book or a stuffy classroom ever could-they would be more than lovers-more than teacher and student-Ichigo-kun would be his equal-his companion-his friend.
This is not to say that there wouldn't be a key-a house-a marriage proposal somewhere down the line-naturally all in good time these events would take place but until then…
()()()
(Ichigo)
"I developed my first real crush when I turned 15-she was my baseball coach."
"She?"
"Don't interrupt me when I'm telling a story!"
Ichigo dodged the shoe that came flying towards him and walked on ahead telling the blonde "I'm not going to listen to your story if you keep trying to attack me with that damn shoe of yours."
They were back on foot treading through the snow-despite the fact that the wind chill was as bitter as ever neither seemed in a hurry to return to the cabin.
Hiyori quickly caught up to him and rather than whacking Ichigo with her favorite weapon she kicked him in the shin and continued her story
"Yes I was attracted to an older woman but I wasn't foolish enough to believe it would work especially when I wasn't of legal age."
Mirroring Shinji's earlier actions the blonde plopped down in the snow
"I would watch her from a far. I envied the way she looked at the headmistress-wished I could have been in that clueless woman's shoes-the other part of me wanted to kick her ass!
She was torturing me, slowly killing me and didn't even seem to notice-didn't seem to care-in one of my more twisted fantasies I thought about pushing her out into oncoming traffic-imagined how beautiful she'd look covered in all that crimson."
Ichigo felt like he might be sick to his stomach but he quickly concluded that it was probably Hiyori's other personality who had put such dark thoughts in her mind.
"I know what you're thinking berry face but you're wrong-it was all me-
Ichigo wasn't one to judge but he couldn't help but think of another individual who seemed to get off on crimson-on hurting another-finding great pleasure in a sadistic act.
But no that would be too much of a coincidence wouldn't it?
"Tell me about the gash on your head."
"I thought you were telling me your s-
"I'll get back to my story in a moment," Hiyori patted the spot beside her, once again mirroring her brother's earlier moves.
Ichigo shrugged and sat down "I was getting ready for a date."
"A date?" Hiyori leered at him "My, my I wonder just what kind of date you were planning that would result in an injury-"she poked him in the ribs. "You're lucky you didn't get a concussion from that."
"No you're getting it all wrong-what I meant was I was at the local grocery store preparing for my date with Kenpachi-he's um well one of my suitors I guess you could say."
The blonde rolled her eyes "Thanks for stating the obvious-so get on with it!"
"Well as I said I was buying groceries because I was going to cook dinner for him as a way of um you know saying thanks and-
"Ichigo stop stalling and just get on with it-how did buying groceries turn into that-?" She motioned to the large water -proof bandage on his forehead.
"Well I was talking to one of my erm female admirers named Nel one minute and then next thi-
He trailed off not quite sure how to explain to the blonde that he had gone from being caught off guard, to pissed, to embarrassed, to turned on, to pissed again, to turned on and round and round the loop went.
He decided to instead work his way around it by repeating the same question he had tried to ask Shinji-Hiyori seemed a lot more straight forward so maybe he'd get a real answer.
"Have you ever been attracted to violent or rougher affection?"
"Define attracted."
()()
(Aizen)
Ichigo-kun was young-still had room to make mistakes-probably would have a difficult time remaining loyal.
There were ways to prevent this from happening.
He could lock the boy up-teach him some obedience-bind that lovely lithe and toned body up in silky ribbons-keeping the holiday spirit-he would select red and green.
Spanking was art in its own way but Aizen did not wish to harm the boy-did not wish to scar that beautiful peach toned skin-well no more so than necessary.
Whips and chains were a bit extreme-he would only resort to such methods if and when was he feeling particularly sadistic-yes he would admit it to himself he had a bit of a sadistic streak-one that lay dormant for the most part and only would creep up every now and then.
But in the end he did not wish to turn his strawberry queen into a prisoner-did not desire to turn the boy into his bed slave-did not wish for the boy to hate him-absolutely refused to let it come to that point-
The day that Ichigo-kun walked away from him because Aizen had taken it to far…hell would freeze over before he would allow it to happen.
()()()
(Ichigo)
With the exception of leaving out a few details Ichigo had basically explained his entire situation to the blonde girl-filling in the blanks in her assumptions and correcting Hiyori when she was way off-
He still didn't quite understand how she could have access to all that government agency spy gear but he figured as with many things of late that there were certain things he would probably never understand-
Talking with Hiyori hadn't proved entirely useless though-Ichigo had been able to sort out his thoughts as to where Grimmjow and Nnoitra lie in the equation-it was physical attraction and intrigue and nothing more.
Once this ski lodging trip came to a close he'd tell Grimmjow that they could go camping but that the slick bastard would have to keep his hands to himself-he would make it crystal clear that he wished to be nothing more than friends with the guy.
As for Nnoitra-well there was no telling if he'd ever see his attacker again-all though calling it an attack seemed pretty harsh especially when Ichigo realized he liked it more than he had first thought-
It was no real surprise-he'd always been kind of fucked in the head-half doubted if he'd even be able to have a normal relationship-
He didn't think offering his friendship to a guy like Nnoitra would work-maybe he could send a Christmas package or something-kinda like a truce-
The thought of what Nnoitra's face might look like if he discovered some random present on his doorstep made Ichigo chuckle-
Maybe he could propose some type of 3 man bonding adventure-Nnoitra and Grimmjow's personalities were similar-hell Ichigo would be rather impressed if the two didn't get along-plus they both knew Nel so…
Hmm maybe instead of friends Ichigo would gain a few extra siblings if what Hiyori had claimed was true and they all came from the same household-
How the blonde had found this information out she refused to tell Ichigo but he had a few guesses or two by now.
The only thing left to do now was attend to his 'love-life'
Fact was fact.
He hadn't known Aizen or Kenpachi all that long but had never the less felt drawn to their energy-Aizen's commanding and Kenpachi's wild-
In a way both men were about equal-looks and energy aside their personality types complimented Ichigo's own quite well-
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(Hiyori)
As if to remind the berry head that she was still there-though she doubted that he forgot-Hiyori raised her shoe and smacked him "Stop thinking so damn hard! Hasn't my story taught you anything-love is not something you can plan and there is no such thing as a perfect mate-you can't simply narrow it down between bad and worse!"
When the orange haired youth did not bother with a response Hiyori smacked him again "If you're so worried about the perfect setting-the perfect timing-the perfect perfectness of it all then you won't even be able to enjoy it." Hiyori shook her head when she still didn't receive a response.
"Ichigo, think about it in these modern times is your damn virginity really all that sacred?" a snort when his face flushed and he turned to her with an angry scowl
"If that's your biggest problem then I'll go ahead with Shinji's original plan and leave you out here with nothing but a flashlight, a bag of trail mix and heating blanket-you light a fire in one of those little caves up there and sit and wait for Kensei to come and to strip you of your boyhood and make you into real MAN!"
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(Ichigo)
What the hell?
Why did Hiyori have to be so damn-?
"Don't act like you don't want it. We all saw the way you were making moon eyes at Kensei and even though he enjoys acting like your lustful boyish looking face has no affect on him-the rapid nosebleeds speak for themselves."
She was lying.
There was no way Hiyori was telling the truth. She was just saying all of this to get a rise out of him and to get his mind off the Aizen vs Kenpachi situation.
"Come on Hiyori now you're just trying to piss me off-distract me or something-I think I would know if Kensei-
She poked her finger in his face-flicking his forehead
"You don't know anything berry-face-too damn busy lost in your dreams of your future master-or masters-you know what they say sometimes a bride can choose more than one husband-
"The hell! What is-Hiyori just stop already! You're a lot less annoying to be around when you're not trying to go out of your way and say embarrassing ass shit about me and my 'supposed' feelings towards-
"Sorry to burst your strawberry bubble but a young virgin male is only gonna let out a moan for two reasons and the moans coming out of your mouth did not sound like someone who was being tortured- a snorting laugh
"Don't worry about feeling embarrassed or looking for ways to apologize when we get back-my brother and his friends have lived for many years-have seen it all-some hot and bothered late blooming teen grinding and rubbing his body against one thing or person or another isn't a big deal-actually he'll probably thank you for it-every one will-especially Riza-thanks to you using Kensei like some pup humping a fire hydrant she'll have just the material she needs for her next big porn production."
"P-porn production?"
The blonde patted him on the shoulder as if to console him-
"Don't worry we made sure to only film you from the waist up-
"F-film me?"
Ichigo red face went even redder-
Why in the name of all things good and holy did this sort of thing always have to happen to him?
"We'll issue you your own private copy of course and just think on Christmas night you can present it to either Aizen or Kenpachi and-
"Hiyori y-
The blonde grinned, "Yes?"
Ichigo narrowed his eyes at the girl "You're not like some demon sent up to torture me in the guise of a perverted stalker chick are you?"
After a moment or two the blonde burst out into a fit of laughter and slapped him harder on the shoulder this time
"You really need to learn to lighten up berry-face. I mean you're 19, its perfectly natural to be horny-hell if it wasn't so painfully obvious that you're an uke berry twinkle star waiting for the right seme to pounce I would have thrown myself at you the moment you woke up. Nah scratch that-I woulda jumped your bones months ago."
Okay that time he knew the blonde was flirting/teasing him.
"I thought you said you were into women."
Another poke to the forehead "WRONG!" Hiyori bellowed loud enough to make the mountain shake "I'm into anyone who has a fine set of abs, perky nipples and an edible looking ass," she leered at him "You just happen to fit all three Ichigo."
Great.
Here he had been worrying about Shinji and Risa and it turned out that the blonde snaggletooth was the biggest pervert of them all.
"It's true I don't come equipped with a penis," Hiyori rested her hand on his thigh and leaned in even closer-hazel eyes glittering with suggestive intent " but if its oral pleasure you're looking for well… a pause as she licked her lips "I can help you out with that."
The very idea turned Ichigo's stomach. "No."
She snorted and pulled away "Such a pussy-I never pegged you to be the type to decline oral,' eye roll "I mean sex is sex-every one does it and if they don't well-
"Aside from the fact that you are a chick-doing something like that would be like coming on to one of my sisters-no thanks but I have better morals than that."
Hiyori rolled her eyes again and stood back up. "You're not really a lot of fun after all and here I was certain a leopard was lurking just beneath the surface- a sigh "Looks like I owe Love that 20 after all."
Ichigo raised a brow-just when he thought Hiyori couldn't get any weirder-she did-
"Are we done here? It's getting to the point where I can barely feel my toes anymore."
Another snort.
What was she? A damn pig?
"As the strawberry princess commands," Hiyori mocked before pulling him to his feet "Let's back track through those trees and then take a right."
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(Nnoitra)
It was one thing to fall asleep while drunk it was quite another to get sucker punched while under the influence.
If Nnoitra were a little bitch who whined about a couple of scratches and bruises-the pussy cat would have found himself behind bars quicker than he could say 'Happy Fuckin Holidays!' but Nnoitra had never been a whiny bitch and he damn sure wasn't going to start now!
Ignoring one particularly nasty scratch on his left forearm, beady eyes narrowed at the closed kitchen door and then he headed for it.
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(Grimmjow)
All of the bullshit and drama and Grimmjow had almost forgotten one of the most important things about the holiday season-presents.
He wouldn't even be able to set one foot back in "fathers" mansion without having a nice little bundle of gifts for his "siblings" and the bastard himself.
But truthfully Grimmjow didn't want to spend shit on his "family" except for maybe Neliel, Lili and Starrk but that was only because those three didn't get under his skin like Halibel, Nnoitra and Ulquiorra did.
Granted Ulquiorra had kept his distance lately so maybe he'd give the green-eyed "china-doll" a rubix cube or something equally nerdy.
He still wasn't sure what to do about Kurosaki.
It was the orange haired youths fault really-if the guy wasn't so damn delicious to look at electric blues never would have noticed in the first place.
Grimmjow wondered if he would be able to keep his mouth shut long enough-and for that matter his hands to himself as well-long enough to find out what Kurosaki really wanted.
It wouldn't be the first time he went against "family" and it probably wouldn't be the last time either.
Maybe he could contact Kurosaki and tell the guy that he was just part of a game, a lab rat really, a play thing, a way to pass the time-Grimmjow thought it might just up his chances if he told Kurosaki the real reason why he was approached in the first place.
Technically "father" didn't know anything about the plan, the mission-the bastard was just as innocent as Kurosaki himself was or so this is what Gin-oji and Nana K preached.
Even after all these years Grimmjow didn't understand why the three men who "raised him" insisted on such lame ass terms of endearment-especially Tousen-the once blind man didn't make any fucking sense at all-why of all things had he chosen the role of playing nanny.
The guy hadn't gone so far as to change his diapers or anything like that-hell Grimmjow was way past the age of diapers when they the three men approached him after the accident-he hadn't really known what to think of them-didn't really understand why his feet were moving towards the limo even while his brain felt frozen-
Didn't know why the silver snakes slimy smile made him shiver-didn't understand why the man with the stray tendril falling down an aristocratic looking face seemed familiar-damn sure couldn't make sense of the dark-skinned blind guy who had the kind of soothing voice that lulled him to sleep-up until that day nothing had ever lulled Grimmjow to sleep.
Grimmjow hadn't slept much at all in his as a child-never really felt the need to.
Now at 20 years of age things like the past didn't mater much to him-there was no real sense of nostalgia or longing-
Before Aizen, Gin and Tousen-Grimmjow had a life in Canada
He didn't remember all that much and didn't really care.
Some things remained a complete blur while others such as playing hockey with his teammates-remembering that his mother was a singer at a old fashioned night club while his father fixed cars at the family owned auto shop. He was reckless and arrogant-wound up in the nearest clinic more times than could be considered healthy for a child-
The blue haired male shook his head. Why now was he thinking about such meaningless shit when he should be coming up with a plan to win Kurosaki?
He scowled at the expiration date on the carton of milk in his hand and tossed it over his shoulders and into the trash like he had done with the first two.
Then Grimmjow reached for the lone bottle of water chilling in the refrigerator, twisted the cap open-took a few gulps and continued making his sandwich.
Eating usually helped him think.
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(Rukia)
Normally when a person started out a sentence with 'You should probably sit down when you hear what I have to tell you.' It usually meant that said person was either 1) confessing to something or 2) About to deliver some bad news
Rukia didn't think the buxom brunette was going to tell her something bad but she did wonder why the other young woman was gnawing nervously on her bottom lip "What is it Inoue?"
"Well its about Kurosaki-kun and Aizen-san."
"What about them?"
"Well what if I told you that the night of Ishida-kun's fashion show was a set up of sorts or more specifically what occurred before we arrived at the fashion show."
Rukia raised a brow "Go on."
"Well remember how I said I met that hypnotist last fall?"
Rukia didn't have the worst or the best memory but it sounded some what familiar "Are you saying she was controlling our minds that night?"
If that was the case-then Renji had it right-well sort of-point was her redheaded friend had caught on to something that Rukia herself had missed.
She hadn't done it on purpose-she was just enjoying the way Ichigo acted around the man-was genuinely happy for him-for both of them but if Aizen had hired some hypnotist or something to brainwash her friend well…Rukia decided that she might just have to warm up to Kenpachi-san after all.
At least he was straight forward and was clear on what he wanted.
Plus he had a daughter who was all grown up so that meant he had good parenting skills which was a very good thing if Ichigo decided to have children of his own-
A little trio of brats.
Yeah 3 sounded like a good number.
The girl could have Ichigo's hair and Kenpachi's grin and eyes and the twin boys could have Kenpachi's hair and Ichigo's eyes and personality too.
They might be a little wild and uncouth-probably wouldn't care much for studying or abiding by rules but they would be loyal and fiercely protective when the time called for it.
She imagined the one son would probably follow in Ichigo's footsteps wishing to do something with literature and-
"What exactly are you trying to tell me Inoue?"
"I-well it wasn't supposed to be this way-I mean the original plan-
"Plan?" Rukia narrowed silver blues at the brunette, demanding the other girl get on with her story.
"I'll stick to the facts," she lowered her eyes "I hope you don't hate me after you hear everything I'm about to tell you, Kuchiki-san."
"Inoue I promise that whatever it is you wish to tell will not ruin our friendship. So just tell me."
The brunette probably had a good reason for keeping things away from her.
It wasn't in Rukia's nature to jump to conclusions so she would sit and listen.
"Well it actually started with Gin and Kaname-san. They approached me on one random afternoon in October-at first I wasn't sure what to make of them-they didn't seem bad exactly but something about their aura, the energy around them seemed dangerous and Gin-san's smile especially was a bit creepy but I decided to hear them out.
A pause as Inoue lifted her head and met Rukia's eyes again
"They wanted me to join them for coffee."
"Coffee? Why?"
"They wanted to ask me a few questions-although the more I think about it, it was more like they were trying to confirm something about me-I sipped my coffee and remained calm as I tried to decipher what they really wanted."
"And what did they want?"
The idea did not sit well with Rukia. Inoue was a nice girl-almost too nice really-she should not have agreed so e-
"It wasn't me they were really interested in but Kurosaki-kun," Inoue continued to explain "At first I was concerned and thought about going to the police station to report that some strange men were spying-quite possibly stalking my friend but then Kaname-san showed me a picture."
"What sort of picture?"
"Of Aizen-san. Both he and Gin-san took turns explaining why their 'boss' needed some one like Kurosaki-kun. A part of me wanted to decline because well…its not really my place to play matchmaker or push Kurosaki-kun into the arms of some strange man whose love record is well…erm anyway I was ready to walk out the doors and never look back when she appeared."
"The hypnotist?"
"Mm hmm but I found out that Retsu-san was actually a lot more than that. See it turns out that she knew Kurosaki-kun, used to treat him."
"Treat him to what?"
This story was getting more and more disturbing by the moment.
Just what the hell was Inoue doing? What was she thinking getting wrapped up with such people?
"Um its classified-the only thing I can tell you Kuchiki-san is Retsu-san convinced me to go along with Gin-san's plan."
"Gin-san's plan? Don't you mean Gin and Tousen's plans?"
"Well yes and no-that is I mean Tousen-san didn't exactly approve of their methods-but he did wish to see Aizen-san happy so-
Rukia played with the loose thread on the pillow as she tried to digest everything the brunette was telling her.
She frowned.
"Wait a minute even if she or someone else or a bunch of people were messing with Ichigo's mind-fogging up his brain-controlling him he's always been stubborn and strong and surely would be able to break it."
"You really think so Kuchiki-san?"
Honestly Rukia wasn't sure.
"I don't know but none of that really matters."
"It doesn't?"
Rukia shook her head "The only thing that matters now is Ichigo's happiness."
"Do you think he likes Aizen-san?"
"Its tough to say-I mean I thought he did-well no actually I'm still pretty sure he does but at the same time Kenpachi-san seems better suited for Ichigo's personality type and-
"Do you think Aizen-san will treat Kurosaki-kun well?"
Rukia certainly hoped so. The few times she had spoken to the man his words had seemed sincere but- silver blues grew hard-if Aizen hurt Ichigo she'd-
"If he doesn't I'll kill him."
She hoped the man wouldn't turn out to be the bastard Renji had accused him of being-hoped that Ichigo would make the decision that made him the most happy.
She wasn't going to lie to herself though-she'd been looking forward to picking out her friends bridal gown-she'd been looking forward to playing best man-Renji could be a bridesmaid (the thought brought a grin to her face) maybe the group could get together and stalk Ichigo on his honey moon-the orange haired male would be so damn pissed and he'd always been adorable when pissed-
The image of Kenpachi and Ichigo's brat trio hadn't quite left the raven haired girls' mind but now she was also picturing a girl with rich brown colored hair and dark eyes-a perfect miniature female version of Aizen-san-only with Ichigo's peach toned skin and trademark scowl-
It would be fun spoiling the child-the girl would probably be wise beyond her years and would unintentionally make Rukia feel like an idiot from time to time.
When she entered her teen years she'd probably take over one of the branches in Aizen's corporations well…at least until Ichigo stepped in and demanded that their daughter attend highschool like a normal teenager-
Or maybe it would be the opposite and the girl would be more like Ichigo's younger sister-a tomboy of sorts who would run around in mud and scrape her knees on sidewalks-she'd be quite the handful but adorable all the same.
Perhaps she'd have a bit of a mischievous nature and-
"-tell Kurosaki-kun?"
Huh? Rukia had gotten a bit carried away with her fantasies about Ichigo's future children that she missed what Inoue had asked her.
"What did you say Inoue?"
"I asked you if you think it's a good idea to tell Kurosaki-kun?"
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(Gin)
The holidays, thought Gin, were truly the best time to make love confessions.
He'd done it every other year and this year wouldn't be any different only it would be because the silver-haired man had his sights set on a man who barely seemed to tolerate him half time the time-let alone caught on to his flirting.
Not that this would stop Gin-on the contrary, it only made him twice as determined.
Things would change-brows would be raised-one of the servants or a band of them might make an attempt on his life-not that they'd get very far-hell before the fools were even able to properly figure out how to use a knife as more than a simple kitchen utensil Gin would already be on to his next task-stepping over the wounded bodies and ignoring the cries and pleas for mercy.
He would drown out the horrific sounds-a wide grin playing about his face as he slowly grinded their severed appendages down the garbage disposal-
Truthfully Gin didn't think he'd have to resort to such tactics considering more than half of the hired help had found themselves in his bed at one point or another and more than a handful were still deeply infatuated with him.
Course there was always that one rebel in the bunch-the disgruntled employee who did not know when to bite his tongue-
'Problem can easily be solved-I'll4 bite it off for em'
There was only one employee that Gin had grown quite attached too-his Izuru-chan hadn't taken his announcement well-
Course that could be partially do to the fact that he had basically dumped the blond during mid-orgasm-
The sight of those big baby blues tearing up was not something that Gin had wished to see-such a broken hearted expression did not suit Izu at all but the blond had been quite foolish to think it would ever go into something deeper than hardcore lust-
"We're not meant ta be Izuru-chan but trust me when I say this Ran-chan will take good care of you."
The blond threw off the covers and got down on his knees-pressing his rose-tinted lips to the palms of his silver foxes' hands-
"I don't want some woman who enjoys sloshing sake down her blouse every 5 minutes I only want you-please don't leave me Ichimaru-tai-no sama yes you are my master-my everything and I beg you don't leave me!"
Eyes opened just the slightest crack-awarding his loyal Izu-chan with the rare sight of his crystal blues rather than the crimson he showed to everyone else-it was unique an unexplained ability-changing the color of his eyes based on emotion-
But it proved to bring more problems than Gin had wished for-Izu-kun's pleas' became even more desperate-
"You can not walk away from me after displaying such a beautiful side to yourself-'
In the end the blond had given Gin no other choice-the blond had forced him to be cruel-had forced him to
An incoherent babble from a different blond-a younger blond-a less dramatic and irritating blond pulled the silver haired man from his thoughts and back to the task at hand.
"Waaa ahhh gaaaa."
"That's it Wonderweiss-chan, make sure this particular cookie gets extra sprinkles."
There was no quicker way to mam's heart than through his stomach so the saying went-and through the combined sweetness of sprinkles, frosting and an adorable blond helper, Gin's sure fire way to win Tousen-san's heart would be set in stone-although come this time tomorrow he'd be calling the other man Kaname.
This was Gin's self-help-appetizer-a little bit of fun, fluff and a glorious non-stop round of jolly good fucking-both he and his partner of choice would be equally sore in the most delicious of ways.
Yes Gin had long since realized that if he wanted to win his beautiful dark skinned companion over he'd have to compromise and truthfully had he had no objections.
Sex was sex. He had played both roles throughout his 26 years of living and was sure Kaname had as well.
After all there was no way a passionate and fiery type could be a dull lover.
It wasn't a random and spur of the moment decision-Gin didn't just wake up one day and decide he wanted a new lover-no the idea had been brewing in his mind for quite some time.
It had simply been put on pause while he had focused his energy on presenting Aizen-sama with the perfect pride-which seemed to be working out quite well all things considered-
Still…
There was far too much of a distance between them-he would have to give the blossoming pair an extra push-
Ichi-chan was a bit of a tease and it was for this reason and quite a few others that the boy would fit perfectly into their little nitch.
Hinamori had run off again-dragging poor Toshi-chan with her-Gin almost felt sorry for the snow-haired boy-
"What are you plotting now, Gin?"
Kicking aside all thoughts of the children, Ichi-chan and Aizen-sama, Gin turned to greet his holiday-treat to be-with the widest of wide grins stretching his face "Finish writing your latest column already Tousen-san?"
The man frowned "What is Wonderweiss doing out of bed?"
"Ahhh daaaa Chhhuiii."
Fingers full of batter, sprinkles and food coloring the blond boy ran over to his adopted father and wasted no time in dirtying the man's suit.
If it had been anyone else but Wonderwiess-
Gin's grinned wider at the scene
"Stop grinning Gin. You know Wonderwiess is supposed to be in bed by 9 at the latest."
"Oh ligh'en up Tousen-san we were jus' havin' a bit of fun-sides it's the holidays."
"Be that as it may Wonde-
Batter splattered in the man's face-effectively cutting off his lecture.
Gin snickered and the tossed Tousen a towel while Wonderweiss blinked cutely.
"That's right Wonderweiss-chan, sharin' cookies is the best way to enjoy it."
Tousen let out a sigh and smoothed back the boys blond hair before pinning Gin with a glare (which secretly made the silver-haired male feel all warm and tingly inside) "Do not encourage my son to behave like a barbarian."
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(Aizen)
Halibel had finally contacted him back although strangely Ichigo-kun's name had not come up in the conversation-instead the blonde asked questions about baby carriages, baby names, baby showers, baby blankets and bonnets.
It was rather out of character.
Never once had he pegged his eldest daughter to be the motherly type-not that the young woman wasn't capable of showing love and affection but he knew that her own childhood hadn't exactly been the best.
The blonde had gone through years of counseling in order to get to where she was now.
SO perhaps that meant she was ready to bury all negative thoughts on what a parent should be and decided to give it a go and have a child of her own.
Grandchildren. Aizen hadn't been expecting it for awhile but he certainly had no objections all though he had to wonder how Nemu-chan would take it. He was quite certain that the medical student was infatuated with Halibel-unless could it be?
Had Mayuri, the girl's father, succeeded where all other doctors and scientists before him had failed?
A smirk made its way on to Aizen's face. If Halibel's story checked out this could change things-for the better of course.
A child of his own-one who wouldn't be tainted or poisoned by bad blood lines or poor upbringing-a perfect little angel who would look up at him with adoring eyes-eyes that mirrored that of its mother-beautiful cinnamon and coffee brown framed by long orange lashes-
Aizen could see it now-clear as day-yes Ichigo-kun as beautiful as ever but with a proud and radiant glow-putting those slightly feminine hips to better use-
Yes his strawberry queen would be positively breathtaking.
Best to put those thoughts to the side for the moment.
One thing at a time.
That's right!
He was about to introduce himself to the boys' parents.
It hadn't taken long-a few phone calls and he'd been able to track down the Kurosaki's.
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Crashing in unannounced was bad manners but if he planned to wed the boy before summer he would need to have the blessing as soon as possible.
Checking his profile in the mirror because yes Aizen did pay a great deal of attention to his appearance.
Running his fingers through his hair-letting a few of wavy locks fall freely into his face-swapping his contact lenses for his glasses.
Perhaps it was a some what manipulative angle altering his appearance just the slightest but in the past he'd been told it made him look warmer, more approachable, sincere, youthful.
He needed the boys' parents to trust him.
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It wasn't really a matter of pretending. He wasn't even wearing a mask-it was tactic-a way to obtain what he wanted at a faster rate.
His intentions were good. His intentions were pure.
Aizen Sousuke was going through such lengths because he fell in love.
Full-blown love. Not half assed such as his experiences in the past.
Ichigo-kun probably wouldn't be very happy to know that he had visited his parents-Aizen knew this well and so he decided to reach out to the boy through their connection-enter the boys' dream world once more-that way he couldn't be accused of being a shady bastard when they next crossed paths.
Which would be as soon as possible if Aizen had anything to say about it and he did.
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There was only one problem-Ichigo-kun wasn't sleeping.
Aizen let out a sigh-mentally preparing himself for the return migraine-which was no doubt just around the corner.
No matter-he would just have to explain what happened-Ichigo-kun might be a little irritated but he would forgive.
Of course he would.
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16.2 COMING SOON!