Disclaimer: Just as every character Kubo-sensei created isn't going to be loved, every story SLY writes isn't going to be loved either…some things sink, some things swim. Difference is…well there's a lot of differences but Kubo-sensei can get away with it because he's an original in every sense of the word, sly just twists his creation and throws em into different worlds.
Second part is more heavily centered on Ichigo and Aizen…and the style is much closer to what you the readers are more used to when it comes to SLY's projects. Errors and all, thanks for joining me on another adventure. GRINS.
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AU, Sly's version of humor, Sly's oh-so-predictable-lengthy flashbacks, drama-ish, spelling, grammar, punctuation, run-ons, OOC, Fantasy, plot-weirdness, skin on skin action, and lalala,
NYMPHS DO EXIST
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Ichigo had his reasons-he (unfortunately) learned the hard way how oh so very foolish it was to trust a human.
And even though the chocolate beauty down below seems nothing at all like Aizen, Ichigo is not taking any chances-he is going to tread carefully.
FLASHBACK
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If one were to follow stereotypes then typically nymphs were guarded creatures who preferred to stay in secluded springs and hidden ponds, lagoons and tiny remote islands away from other living creatures/species.
Nymphs usually did not bask in the sunshine and frolic with other creatures and most definitely not humans. In fact, it was on such a rare occasion when a human and nymph interacted or a human spotted a nymph that nymphs or the idea of nymphs had become nothing more than a myth, a legend, a fairy tale.
The reason for this? Humans spelled trouble. But a certain nymph named Ichigo was stubborn and refused to listen to the wise words of the elders-refused to stay locked up inside the castle walls like a prisoner. He was the son of the king of nymphs after all he had to explore the world some time!
Or goat face would never let him leave and Ichigo would sooner clip off his own wings than he would listen to his father and a bunch of high-strung-heavily bearded elders anyway and so he slipped past the guards one afternoon and crossed over to the other side of the island.
And that is when Ichigo's troubles began but, in the berry,-nymphs' defense he had been minding his own business, out on the shallow end water, sunbathing on a rock when a human stepped out from behind the brush-
Never having seen a human up close before (text books and photographs didn't really count or do much justice) Ichigo was, naturally, curious.
So rather than running off with his invisible tail tucked between his legs, the nymph just took some time and observed the earthly creature for a few minutes.
From the distance of course. Ichigo wasn't a complete idiot-he knew well enough, instinct being his lead, that he should be a bit wary of the unknown.
Dark wavy locks of hair parted at a strange horizontal like angle, thick square shaped glasses giving the illusion of round, soft looking face. The sharp eyes behind the lenses and the strong European nose suggested otherwise. The human was tall but not overly so. Dressed in a white and cream-colored suit and tie. Carrying a heavy pack on his broad and well-muscled back. A traveler. An explorer. A man in search of something?
Bells of warning-red sirens should have gone off in nymphs head just then-key word is should have.
But did not.
Ichigo's curiosity peeked and the man (equally curious) took another step toward the nymph.
The stranger smiled and the nymph felt a sense of unease wash over him although for the life of him he couldn't explain why.
Cinnamon and coffee brown eyes darted left, right, above and below. There was still time-plenty of time to escape-plenty of time to-
"Don't run off."
The voice was smooth, gentle, meant to calm. It had the opposite effect. Ichigo's sense of unease only increased-his wings twitched and rippled underneath his skin-the nymph willed his body to calm itself. Damn thing seemed to have a mind of its own half the time.
Taking a defensive stance, legs set apart, arms crossed over his toned chest, eyes narrowed, "Why have you come here human? How did you discover this place?"
Yes, because even though this part of the island was outside the gates of the kingdom it was still well hidden from the rest of world and never stayed in the same place twice. To have found it, this man must have a demon of some sort riding on its shoulder.
Ichigo would soon discover that he wasn't far off.
A smirk pulled at the humans' lips, "Well now aren't you something? I dare say when the texts spoke of nymphs they failed to mention just how visually enticing your kind could be."
As the man took another step forward Ichigo took two steps back. His wings rippled once more but the nymph chose to ignore it and reached down for the flute tucked into his open toed sandal. Ha! And everyone always made fun of him for wearing shoes instead of going round barefoot-claiming how ridiculous it was-he could carry way more weapons and things this way.
Not that the flute was really meant to be used as a weapon. Its only true purpose was to sound the alert-one blow and the knights and guardians of the kingdom would come to the young princes' aid.
But Ichigo didn't want to be rescued. The berry nymph was tired of being coddled like a child-his 17th summer was right around the corner and he was confident (well somewhat) that he could handle himself against one human.
After all he had wings and a flute and knew the area around him-the human did not-well at least he didn't think this human did.
"Come any closer and I'll turn you into a melon!"
A melon? Seriously? That's the best he could come up with?
Ichigo regretted it the moment he saw the man's amused smirk stretch even more.
Pathetic. At this rate he might as well just lay down and die.
Well…that was perhaps a bit extreme still…he could fix this…he could prove himself he could.
Raising his "weapon" threateningly "I mean it come any closer and I'll-
A quirked brow, a low chuckle, another step forward, "Yes, yes you'll turn me into a melon, (dark eyes flickered behind thick glasses, "Tell me what is your name?"
Ichigo glared.
"You don't have a name? Pity." As the man took another step forward the nymph damn near had the wind knocked out of him as the strong scent of cologne went up his nose.
Since the human apparently wasn't going to listen to his threat the nymph did the only other thing, he felt he could do at the moment-thrust his flute towards the mans' face unfortunately the man saw it coming, stopped the attack, grabbed hold of Ichigo's arm and tossed the flute over his shoulder and straight into the waterfall.
The nymph let out an angry snarl "You bastard!"
Not that he couldn't go and retrieve his flute-he could-it would just take some time.
This damn human had no right to be here let alone touch something that didn't belong to him!
Fueling the nymphs fire the man chuckled, once again seeming to find the entire situation amusing. And then quite without warning the man grabbed hold of the nymph's chin and tilted it upward. "If you won't tell me your name perhaps you can help me out with something."
The nymph snarled and the man continued, clearly not the least bit fazed. And why should he be he still hadn't released his hold on Ichigo? Ergo he had all the power here.
At the moment the nymph was trapped.
"My name is Aizen Sousuke. As you have said so yourself, I am not from around these parts but a traveler-a student to be exact."
Student? This man did not look like a student. Not that it mattered. Ichigo didn't give a damn what this man did or why he was here. He wanted the human gone.
"What does any of that have to do with me? I know nothing of the human education system (not exactly true) and would you let go of me already!"
Of course, the man didn't let go only patted Ichigo's cheek lightly and smiled at him. "Perhaps if you hadn't interrupted me, I would have all of your questions already answered. I wonder should I kiss you now and ask more questions later or should I seek your help now and have my wicked way with you afterwards?"
WTF?
The human couldn't be serious. He didn't really just-the nymph shuddered and bristled and wrestled away from Aizen's hold. "The hell you will! If you think for one minute that you can-LEAVE THIS PLACE NOW OR I'LL-
"More empty threats? I do hope it isn't accompanied by a creature with an empty mind for you see I have no interest in simpletons, beautiful or not."
Ichigo scowled at the comment. Had this man-had Aizen just accused him of being an idiot?
"There is no need for you to pout. You will soon come to find as all others have found that my sole purpose is to better the world. In order to achieve the highest power, I must have that which I seek. And you will lead me to it."
The hell?
What was all this nonsense about power? What the hell was Aizen talking about? On top of being strange and perverse and delusional was it possible the man had a few loose screws?
Ichigo did not know. Nor did he wish to hear anymore.
Damn it. If only he still had his flute. No if only he hadn't decided to rebel against the kingdom-if only he hadn't-shit!
"Shit."
"I beg your pardon?"
The nymph shook his head. He had to think fast. Had to do something. If the man before him was insane things could get much worse. A human in search of some sort of god-like power spelled trouble with a capital T.
Aizen could really truly be dangerous. Who knew what the man had planned or was planning?
Ichigo was in way over his head.
Don't panic! Don't panic. Whatever you do don't panic!
Deep brown eyes flickered. The nymph shuddered.
It was probably his imagination-at least he hoped it was his imagination but Ichigo could almost swear he saw a demon of some sort shining-dancing with in the rich deep pools of Aizens' eyes.
Things kept going from bad to worse as the nymph studied the human more closely.
A thin red and black thread coiled around the man-trapping him in it's a hold.
Ichigo cursed.
It seemed a demon had attached itself to this man.
Was controlling the human. And if a demon was controlling the man then it was only a matter of time before-the nymph shook his head-refusing to complete his thoughts.
Because he wouldn't let it happen. Refused to let it happen. The demon hadn't gained full control over Aizen yet so there was still a chance to change things.
Nymphs weren't entirely helpless even without their magic flutes. All nymphs had a special skill or power-Ichigo's was purifying tainted or corrupt souls. If he could just get close enough to Aizen, get the man to trust him enough to drop his guard-
Orange brows furrowed-how exactly could the nymph go about making this happen?
Ichigo had made it clear from the start that he didn't want the man anywhere near him-that he wanted the man to leave-had snarled and hissed and fought the man-refused to give Aizen his name.
So now if he were to suddenly turned around and played all sweet and innocent and obedient like Aizen would know he was up to something-more importantly the demon attached to Aizen would know something was up and then the nymph would be truly and royally screwed.
Still…Ichigo couldn't just stand around and continue to glower and do absolutely nothing. He had to try. Maybe if he could find out more about Aizen-about this "power" the man was in search of he could find the mans' vulnerable points and reach in and save his soul?
"Power? What power? What makes you think I know anything about power? I don't understand."
The man chuckled lowly, "Not yet but you will."
What the hell was that supposed to mean?
"Uh why don't we start over that way I can get a better understanding of what you want from me?"
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Aizen sat down and pulled out what appeared to be some sort of map and unrolled it. Ichigo recognized the symbols and letters on the map-an ancient mystical tongue-practically non-existent-where had Aizen found-?
"Where did you get that?"
No answer. Aizen reached inside his pack for another item.
Curiosity and nothing more prompted Ichigo to lean forward-
BAD CHOICE!
Aizen reached out and grabbed Ichigo effectively trapping the berry-nymph once more. Ichigo tried to break free but only tiered himself out.
He did not understand how a human could possess so much strength.
Another chuckle and then Aizen patted Ichigo's head as though he were a new born pup or something equally ridiculous and fluffy.
"Resisting the inevitable is quite pointless."
"LET ME GO!"
Yes, it was true he agreed that he would try to control his temper and get Aizen to trust him but he would really prefer it if the man would stop touching him.
"I will only release you on one account."
Ichigo glared up at Aizen and snarled, "What account? What do you want from me? Why do you have that map? How did you even find this place?"
He was asking repetitive questions all in the hopes of getting some sort of straight answers.
"The Hogyoku."
Dawning realization passed over Ichigo's face as things really and truly started to click in his brain. Oh yes, he knew what the Hogyoku was-knew what could happen if it were to fall into the wrong hands-the elders and goat face had certainly preached enough.
The Hogyoku, a small orb like gem-as dangerous as it was beautiful-the last time a creature managed to get its claws on the Hogyoku blood was shed-lots of blood-millions perished and the orb was sealed away. Some rumors said it was sealed away deep inside the black tombs-other rumors said it was sealed in plain sight and that one just had to look for it without looking. Whatever that meant. Could mean anything really.
Ichigo shook his head. It didn't matter. None of that mattered right now. The look in Aizen's eyes-the tone in the mans' voice suggested that he would not leave until he had it. Would not let Ichigo return to his simple if somewhat boring nymph life if the nymph didn't agree to help him.
Aizen was a lunatic. As was the demon housing the man's soul. One alone could not hope to control such a-the nymph rubbed his bare shoulders wishing he'd worn a cloak instead of a simple light-weight vest today.
The least of his problems.
No need to panic. He could-all Ichigo had to do was convince Aizen that the Hogyoku was a myth, a legend, a tall tale, a bed- time story and nothing more.
"The Hogyoku is said to possess great power beyond mans' most wildest dreams. It is said to take on more than one form/shape…masking and shielding itself from the greedy-from the soul less. And you my little nymph will take me to it."
Ichigo put his hands up in the air and waved em wildly after Aizen (thankfully) released him-he had to convince the man that he didn't have a clue about much of anything
"Woah wait a minute back up that's just a myth. There's no actual proof of it existing and even if and that's a big IF it did exist what makes you think I know where to-what makes you-
The man saw right through him much to his horror
"I saw the look that passed over your features just now, not only are you aware of the Hogyoku and its power, you also know its location and so you will lead me to it and from there I shall fulfill my destiny."
"Your destiny?" Despite his best efforts Ichigo started to panic, "L-look Aizen I get that you're a traveler and a student and that you've done a lot of research and managed to get your hands on some pretty valuable stuff but-
"You will call me Aizen-sama and this isn't open for discussion. I have already decided that you will be the one to give me what I desire most."
Shit. Double shit. Triple shit. Now what?
"According to my research it will take two days time in order to get to the tomb. We will travel on foot using the route on the map. You will lead the way and point out any harmful or dangerous traps or roadblocks along the way. You will not wander off. You will stay at my side at all times. And at night you will surrender yourself completely because you are mine."
What the fuck?
"I'm a nymph. You're a human. You can't just command me to-
A flash of something darker flickered in the man's gaze-and the nymph found it hard to swallow-hard to breathe-hard to do much of anything.
Once more his wings threatened to expose themselves and lash out-
"Do not presume to tell me what I can and cannot do. I know more about you then you know about yourself, my little nymph."
Well at the moment Ichigo didn't have much choice. Perhaps he could convince Aizen to agree to some sort of compromise.
First things first. Stand his ground. Gain back some of his pride. For fuck sakes.
The nymph stood to his full height; his wings now exposed.
"It's Ichigo. If you expect me to take you anywhere or agree to do any (his nose twitched and scrunched in distaste) of those things, then you can at least call me by my damn name!"
A smirk, "Very well, lead the way Ichigo."
The nymph bit back a snarl. Not liking in the least the way Aizen practically purred out his name.
A half scowl, "I don't care what your texts or your map says it will take 3 days to get to the tombs."
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3 days of traveling with a mad man. What were the odds? Never in a million centuries or more would Ichigo have pictured himself in such a situation.
He didn't trust Aizen. Had no reason to trust Aizen but he couldn't let his true feelings show.
For now, the berry nymph would have to play by the man's rules.
Or at least until he could catch Aizen off guard.
There was only one problem: Aizen was never off guard.
Ichigo discovered this on their first day of traveling.
Aizen slept and bathed with one eye open-usually undressing the nymph with his eye much to the nymphs' horror, embarrassment and disgust.
Kept to true to his word/threat and never let Ichigo wander off.
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Even on day two when the nymph explained that he had a low blood sugar problem and needed to drink the juice from a special plant that could only be found on rocky terrain. Tried to explain that he would fly and be back in record time and that the human had nothing to worry about. Aizen did not budge.
Instead, the man patted the nymph on the head and kissed his cheek, gathered his belongings and announced,
"If your sugar level is down then you shouldn't be traveling at all. You will stay here and I will go to the mountains and get the plant for you."
An orange brow twitched. Ichigo did not want to be fed like a-
"Just because I have wings I don't want you to feed me like a damn bird!"
A low chuckle, another pat on the head and Aizen set off, leaving Ichigo at "camp-side" to twiddle his thumbs and bat off annoying flies with his wings.
Resisting the urge to rise up and throw the nearest coconut at the back of Aizen's head-although if Ichigo really had it his way he would grab a boulder and launch it at the humans' head-thus knocking Aizen unconscious and off a cliff, never to return for ever more.
Normally the nymph didn't possess such dark thoughts-normally didn't wish to inflict pain but Aizen was such a bastard and Ichigo's patience was wearing thin.
Rather than continue to sulk or scowl or stomp and glare at nothing and everything the nymph finally calmed himself down long enough to do something productive.
Took his time to study Aizen's map. Looked for a different route-a quicker route-a way to break away from the annoying bastard of a human-there had to be a fork in the road-there always was-it was just a matter of finding it.
In terms of speed a nymph could easily out run a human. Ichigo's wings were just an extra-added boost really but even without em' he was fast.
Cinnamon and coffee brown eyes scanned the area. If he could just get Aizen to agree to letting him run ahead he could better his chances to outwit the man.
Ichigo could set a trap. What kind of trap exactly? Well that he hadn't quite figured out since a part of him still wished to purify the man's soul.
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"You're unusually quiet tonight Ichigo, something is troubling you."
It wasn't a question but a statement like most of the things Aizen said.
Ichigo finished licking sweet juices off his finger- tips before discarding the pit of the fruit in to the campfire. Then turned to answer in the way he had practiced all afternoon during Aizen's absence.
Hunched in on himself, eyes half lidded, voice softer than normal, "It's not the so much that I feel troubled its more like," a heavy sigh, "I miss my family-not that I'm not enjoying my time with you but-
Ichigo trailed off and stared into the campfire.
It wasn't all an act. The more the nymph thought about it the more he realized that he did miss his fellow nymphs.
He imagined his Kaa-san was probably tucking his twin sisters into bed right now. Rukia, Renji, Chado, Inoue and Ishida were probably pacing outside his bedroom door, thinking he shut himself away in order to be alone and away from everyone, just as he had done many times before.
Grimmjow, Nnoitra and Ulquiorra were probably trying to best each other in an arm wrestling or drinking match or something equally pointless and moronic. Especially since Ulquiorra always won. Goat face was probably sitting in the throne room bored out of his skull as Yama-jii-san droned on and on about things that the king had little to no interest in.
Ichigo released another sigh and shook the thoughts away. He'd see his family and friends soon enough but right now he needed to focus. Wrapping his arms around his body, the berry nymph moved closer to the fire hoping to get warm.
Aizen chuckled. Big shocker. The man seemed to find just about everything Ichigo said and did amusing. The bastard! Oh well at least the demon housing the humans' soul was laying dormant at the moment-one less thing for Ichigo to worry about.
"Yeah, pretty ridiculous huh? Here I am acting like a child by sitting here and feeling sorry for myself and you're w-waaaaa!"
Shit! How the hell? Why the hell had Aizen interpreted Ichigo's loneliness and longing to be a cry for attention? Why the hell did the human have to pick him up and cradle him in his lap?
Aizen kissed Ichigo's temple and murmured lowly in his ear, "There is no need to be ashamed my little orange lovely, you can tell me anything. If you are feeling confused or uncertain, I will put your worries to rest."
Which apparently translated to: Don't be shy now, let me show you that you are not alone. There is no reason to feel alone because I am here to fondle your body and take your mind off of things.
Against his wishes, not that he voiced his complaint out loud, Aizen curled his fingers into Ichigo's unruly orange locks lightly tugging and twisting his hair-effectively turning the berry nymphs brain to mush. Heightening all of his other senses in the process. Not just his wings, Ichigo's entire body twitched and he felt like he was shivering and burning up all at the same time.
He didn't understand how having his hair petted and sitting in Aizen's lap could make his body react in such a strange and unusual way but it did and there wasn't much Ichigo could do about it.
Couldn't make heads or tails out of the sudden urge that came over him-the want-the need-desire to welcome Aizen's advances-to curl in closer-cling and burrow and do some touching of his own-not that he had been expecting to feel an ice cube when he pressed his lips to the man's chest but he hadn't been expecting such warmth either. It was strange all of this was very strange.
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Friction. Ichigo needed more friction. NO HE DIDN"T NEED MORE FRICTION. His treacherous body needed more friction.
Pinned down in the sand, rendered not entirely immobile but damn near close it. Aizen was having an absolute field day petting and pinching and nipping along Ichigo's over sensitized flesh.
Lazy in his mapping and exploring-giving the nymph exactly what he craved and yet missing by a yard and then some. Ichigo shifted and squirmed and snarled and whined (not that he would ever admit the last part out loud if he were to repeat the story one day-not that he would but-
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Ichigo snarled-being bent at every which angle-not exactly fun-well it was fun but it sure as hell wasn't comfortable and more to the point he was panting and dripping and sweating and hadn't even come yet.
And why because Aizen hadn't let him. At least not yet.
The fucking bastard was hovering and circling, hovering and circling-so close-so damn close-Aizen was wearing that damn infuriating smirk as he brushed the tip of his thumb against Ichigo's cock and lazily teased the flesh around his peach puckered hole-before moving his hand elsewhere, spending a generous amount of time petting the nymphs' inner thigh, "So warm here."
Tiered of waiting and just wanting some damn release the nymph attacked and lashed out at the man with his wings.
Dark eyes flickered, "Anxious for something are we, Ichigo?"
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Ichigo quickly discovered that he would have a higher chance of catching Aizen off guard during the deep throes of passion. He resigned himself to abandon his pride and whore himself out to the human but instead of diving right in and claiming his sweet fucking behind.
Aizen preferred to take equally sweet fucking time and Ichigo was beginning to think he might lose his damn mind before this night came to a close!
But no he couldn't let that happen. Refused to let it happen.
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Determined to get back on track the nymph decided that it would be the ideal moment to strike up a conversation. Not that it was exactly easy to multi-task in this way but Ichigo had always been a nymph of many talents.
"Um earlier this even during dinner when we discussing the Hogyoku you mentioned something about surpassing science and technology and bettering the world for mankind."
Fingers danced along the contours of his spine and Ichigo was momentarily distracted, "Mm hmm, I did."
"I don't really understand."
Aizen's hands went still and he sat up a little bit dragging Ichigo with him.
"Knowledge is one of mans' greatest weapons and yet so many humans spend hours of everyday wasting away in front of the television or internet, solely relying on technology and modern medicine to solve all of their problems and answer all of their questions."
"Um okay and?"
A slight smirk on Aizen's lips and Ichigo resisted the urge to roll his eyes as the man continued, "So I've decided if man values his brain so little then there is no need for him to have it."
"Erm okay," Orange brows furrowed and Ichigo nibbled on his bottom lip, not missing the way Aizen's eyes followed his every motion, "Are you saying you wish to turn your fellow man into zombies?"
How twisted.
A light chuckle. One set of fingers found their way into the nymphs hair once more while the other set pinched the tight skin near his puckered hole-Ichigo released a surprised and embarrassed squeak and Aizen continued on as though nothing had happened.
"Not exactly. I merely intend to shift the brains from one person to another. Not just anyone will do-that would defeat the purpose."
Ichigo still felt confused.
"I still don't understand."
"Human vegetables-poor souls trapped inside hospital beds year after year, already "dead" and yet still living in pain-still suffering, their families gathered around them, seated in chairs or next to windowsills anxiously hoping, praying, waiting for a miracle. Once I arrive with the Hogyoku they needn't wish nor pray any longer for I, Aizen Sousuke-
"You want to-I mean you make it sound like-
"They shall think of me as their divine Kami-sama."
"That's insane! You don't honestly think you can-That's an abuse of power and I-mph!"
"Hush now Ichigo, that is only a trial round-an experiment if you will-
The nymph could-was very tempted to bite the hand that was currently muffling him but he had to be smart about things.
The speech Aizen had given was the demons' influence-once he rid the mans' soul of evil there was chance-a big chance that Ichigo could convince Aizen to use the Hogyoku for pure purposes.
Yes, Aizen Sousuke could be saved. Would be saved. Ichigo believed in his abilities. Had to believe in his abilities.
"We can discuss it more in the morning if you'd like but now, I think we should take care of this, don't you?"
Ichigo bit back a groan as Aizen wrapped his hand around his throbbing, dripping organ.
Yes despite everything that had transpired Ichigo's skin still felt hot and itchy and he was still craving release. BADLY.
Hmph. And from the looks of things Ichigo (thankfully) wasn't the only one as he glanced down at Aizen's crotch, rock hard and ready to bust through the seams of the man's fancy pants.
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Minus the breathing, groaning, occasional whimpers, grunts, slapping of skin against skin and low chuckling it was a rather quiet affair.
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Unfortunately, things did not play out as Ichigo had planned-instead of Aizen being the one to pass out mid-orgasm it was him.
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And when the sun came up the nymph let out a groan, scowling at the hot, sticky sore mess that was his body. Anxious to get clean and forget last night had ever happened Ichigo headed for the nearest waterfall.
Only to grind to a halt when sound of a low-pitched whistle sounded over the rushing water. He knew it like the back of his own hand and there was no way he would ever mistake it but how?
Ichigo turned to find Aizen grilling a piece of fish over the fire, the blunt end of a flute hanging off the loop of his belt.
Bastard must have retrieved the nymphs' flute while he was still sleeping or maybe that day that he disappeared into the mountains-anything was possible-not that it mattered when Ichigo just wanted it back since it belonged to him.
Aizen was smirking. Not good. Not good at all. If the man was smirking than that meant he had discovered what was hidden inside the flute.
Ichigo didn't know what was inside the flute just that it was special and he'd been given strict instructions to never let it out of his sight-never let it fall into the hands of another. It didn't dawn on the nymph-things didn't officially click until he took note of the mans' altered appearance.
The glasses were absent from Aizen's face and his hair was coiffed and combed back except for the single curl hanging between his brow-in place of his suit and tie ensemble was a long white waist coat and a red sash-really if it weren't for those deep hypnotic brown orbs and devilish smirk Ichigo would swear he was meeting an entirely different man altogether.
"Do you feel well rested my sweet nymph?"
What the fuck happened?
How the fuck did it happen?
Why the hell did it happen?
"Confused? I certainly can't blame you since after all how could you have known?"
Ichigo glared at Aizen.
"Come now don't scowl, you're so much prettier when you smile Kurosaki Ichigo-kun."
Ichigo's wide eyes grew even wider "H-how did you-
He had never told the human his full name. Was it possible he misread everything? Even the demon housing the man's soul? Was it all just an illusion?
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Ichigo felt confused and horrified and like he had just signed the death wish of all his fellow nymphs as Aizen held the Hogyoku in his hand, the smirk still firmly in place.
"I knew from the moment we met that the Hogyoku was inside your flute. I know what you're thinking-what you're about to say-'but you threw it over the waterfall-I saw you'-my poor sweet nymph I only led you to believe that I threw it away."
The smirk stretched even wider and Ichigo felt his stomach churn as he started walking towards the man completely against his will
"Come, there's much work to be done."
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Ichigo banished his memories back into the deep recesses of his mind and focused his attention back on the man below.
Why has the chocolate beauty come here? The nymph does not know the answer but he is determined to find out. Rivaling the agility of a panther and the slinking of a snake Ichigo moves to a lower branch.
The man below shifts ever so slightly in his sleep but does not wake. His royal purple tunic and white linen pants rustle with the wind. Long lashes flutter but still the chocolate beauty does not wake.
Ichigo knows he doesn't have a lot of time and so he leaps down to the next branch hoping to get a closer look.
Something shiny catches the nymphs' eye…
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Okay so I fibbed a bit…there's one more part after this…but it's not my fault…Aizen-sama refused to cooperate and …yeah well anyway…coming up is definite KanamexIchigo.