Sugar and Spice – Chapter 13

It Will be Alright My Sweet Ichigo

After the Halloween fundraiser, after all the fuss and mingling with friends, Byakuya took Ichigo back to his place.

"You've been very quiet all evening, Ichigo. Is everything alright?" Byakuya wondered as he closed the door to his apartment.

Ichigo slipped off his shiny white leather shoes. "Yeah, I just have a roaring headache. I would be lying if I said I didn't feel a bit overwhelmed with everything that happened tonight. I didn't expect your father to offer me a job. I mean, I'm grateful it's just..."

Byakuya nodded with understanding. "Indeed," he said and offered to make some tea, taking off his top hat and setting it on the kitchen table for now. Wakame Taishi peered up at him from within.

"No tea for me, thanks," Ichigo murmured quietly.

Byakuya studied Ichigo with concern. "Why don't you go lay down on the bed? I'll be with you shortly," he offered delicately.

Without a reply, Ichigo wandered into the bedroom and flounced back on top of the white down comforter like a heavy sack of rice, feet dangling over the end. He lay there staring up at the ceiling, thinking, his head throbbed. A groan emitted from his throat and he closed his eyes, laying an arm over his eyes.

Byakuya made himself a cup of hot tea before joining Ichigo in his room. He set his cup down on the nightstand on top of a coaster. Then he went over to the big window in his bedroom and swung the curtains closed so the sun would not bother them in the morning. When he turned around, he took a moment to gaze softly at Ichigo who lay on his bed still wearing his marching band costume, including the white feathered cap. It was as if he was blending into his comforter like a seasoned ninja.

"Byakuya...?"

"Hmm, what is it?"

Ichigo spoke with his arm still over his face. "Do you love me, too?"

Taken aback a little, Byakuya took a breath before he answered. "More than anything," he confessed, even though saying it made his palms perspire and he fleetingly thought of Hisana, a flash of anxiety passed through is veins. But he also knew what his heart was telling him, he remembered what his father told him, and he wanted to tell this man on his bed how much he really meant to him in words.

A gentle smile appeared on Ichigo's face. "I can't believe I told your grandfather that to his face. It just came out—I meant it but it wasn't how I imagined telling you. Sorry if I put you on the spot, Byakuya. Do you think he hates me?"

Slowly, Byakuya moved towards the bed and glanced down at the redhead who was now staring at him with such loving soulful eyes. "I admire your bravery, Ichigo. And surely my grandfather does as well." Then Byakuya made an incredulous sound. "I admit I enjoyed the look of surprise on his face." It was a rare treat.

"I thought he was going to shout at me."

"Grandfather doesn't shout very often," Byakuya explained calmly. He produced a small chuckle of amusement and thought back to his childhood. "Trust me it was not easy, but I have provoked him once or twice in my youth."

"Why am I not surprised," Ichigo could not help but tease.

Byakuya sat down on the bed, his back to Ichigo. He pulled open the drawer to his nightstand and reached for the bottle of pain relievers. He extracted two pills and handed them over to Ichigo.

Ichigo sat up, a cup of tea offered to him. "Thanks," he said and swallowed the medicine down with a careful sip of tea. He handed Byakuya back his cup and resumed lying down.

Tipping the cup to his own lips, Byakuya sampled his tea. He, too, needed to unwind after such an eventful evening. Having Ichigo meet his family tonight was incredibly daunting, but it was important to him. His father could be such a handful sometimes but Ichigo managed him so well. Byakuya was very proud. Right now, however, it was clear that Ichigo was in a state of discord and required some reassurance over his current situation. He understood. It was humbling that Ichigo felt that he could share his thoughts with him instead of returning to his own home to harbour the indecision alone.

"Do you think I'm making the right choice, Byakuya? Tell me I'm wrong and I'll come back to work for you in a heartbeat."

Byakuya set his cup back down on the nightstand carefully and peered down at him from above.

Ichigo looked up into those alluring grey eyes that threatened to hypnotize him. He brushed aside some of Byakuya's silky raven hair that was tickling his neck.

"I will tell you no such thing," Byakuya offered curtly. "However, I will tell you this. My kitchen will always be available to you. Do not forget that." Byakuya leaned down and planted a few kisses on Ichigo's face. "Now make love to me," he whispered.

Ichigo groaned despairingly. "How can I do that when I feel like the world's largest shit? I feel like I'm letting you down and that's the last thing I ever want to do, Byakuya. I was just starting to get the hang of everything—the mise en place, the crazy French terms, the routine—we work so well together."

Byakuya knew it in his heart that Ichigo would come to realize that he belonged in the kitchen, whether it was working alongside him or not. He was certain, confident, that Ichigo had a natural talent for the culinary arts, but the younger man just did not realize it yet. This was something he already explained to his father that day at Hisana's grave, the day he asked his father to give Ichigo a job. How long it would take—well, that he was uncertain. Ichigo was a very stubborn man—Byakuya dare say more so than he. He knew that Ichigo would excel at any job he did because that was just the kind of man Ichigo was. The true question was would he be at peace doing those other jobs?

Sometimes the best way to figure out what one wanted or needed out of life was to take a risk, try something new. Byakuya knew that lesson well and he was a lot happier for it with his café and his work. Now he wanted to give Ichigo this chance. Most people changed careers a few times in life and that was all right. If Ichigo did not take this risk, he would only have regrets later. He would only wonder if he should be doing something else with his life.

Even his father, Sōjun, was prepared if Ichigo decided accounting wasn't his thing. In fact, his father knew it would only be a matter of time. But then again, if he was wrong and Ichigo really did discover that he enjoyed the office life more, than Byakuya would be satisfied in knowing he'd done the correct thing. He did not want to feel responsible for wasting Ichigo's time.

In the mean time, Byakuya wished for nothing more than to calm his new beloved from the pressure he was feeling now. Since, in hindsight, it was partly of his making and he felt a bit guilty. Byakuya smoothed a few dark strands of hair away from his face with his fingers as he watched Ichigo.

"Yes, we do work well together," he agreed adorningly. "I support you taking this opportunity. I will find someone to help in the kitchen, so there is no need to feel this way. You are not letting me down. Why won't you believe this?"

"Because, you say that but you don't mean it," Ichigo retort resentfully, sounding a bit like an overgrown child. "Maybe you asked your father to give me a job out of pity."

How very close, and alarming, Ichigo was with his speculation, however, he was mistaken about the context in which Byakuya had asked his father to give Ichigo a job. Byakuya reproached, "Ichigo, I do not just say anything and there is no need to pity you. I would never ask my father to do something for such a callous reason."

"Bullshit..."

"Kurosaki Ichigo." Byakuya said his coldest, darkest tone. "You're being intolerable. What am I to say?"

"Why can't you just say you don't want to see me go? Huh? Maybe I would like it if you said something like that! Instead you keep talking like you can't wait to get rid of me." Ichigo complained loudly, the pain he felt was clearly all over his face.

"I see." Byakuya answered his ears still ringing from Ichigo's outburst. "You're right, I'm being insensitive." Something about what Ichigo just said bothered him. "May I ask you something?"

Ichigo grumbled inaudibly.

"Do you believe that the title of baker or chef is worthy of pity?"

Astonished, Ichigo pushed himself up on his elbows and stared at Byakuya with a frown. "Why would you ask me such a question?" he snapped. "Of course I don't think that. I was talking about my sorry ass that still needs to pay off his student loan. Not because I think working in a kitchen is beyond me."

"I'm grateful to hear you say that."

"Byakuya, please don't ever doubt how much value I put into what you are. You are amazing and everything you do is amazing. I could never measure up to that."

"Do not say 'never', Ichigo."

Byakuya got off the bed and came to stand in front of Ichigo at the foot of the bed. Then he climbed slowly over his distressed redhead, knees on either side of Ichigo's hips and sat directly on his lap. He leaned down, his black and red magician cape enveloping them both and feathered kisses along Ichigo's strong jaw, hands propping himself up on either side of the bed.

"If you think for a second that I want you to leave my side at the café then you're not as intelligent as I thought. Of course, I need you, Ichigo. I need you in so many ways," Byakuya murmured in a sultry tone and bit his lover's ear lobe between his teeth.

"You're making this sexual," Ichigo protested but gave into a tiny whimper at Byakuya's sensual assault.

"I am trying to draw your mind from useless negativity. Forget about tomorrow, right now I need you and I am not just speaking of your body, Ichigo. I will always need you and right now you are being obstinate and childish."

This time Byakuya's words finally sunk in.

"You're right, I'm sorry. I guess I'm just a bit nervous about working for your father and I'm taking it out on you. I wanted to make sure you're not just trying to get rid of me, it just felt that way somehow. I'm being stupid." Feeling a little more settled in mind, Ichigo smirked when he realized they were still in costume and Byakuya never looked more enticing sitting over top of him like this.

"I need you too. Can you forgive me?" Ichigo whispered.

"Of course," Byakuya replied.

"I know I promised we could play in our costumes tonight. But my head still hurts a little, that medicine hasn't kicked in yet. I dunno if I can even get it up." Ichigo chuckled with slight embarrassment now.

"I'm not in a rush, Ichigo," Byakuya explained. He got off Ichigo and repositioned himself against a few pillows, back against the headboard at the top of the bed. Then he patted his thigh. "Come here," he ordered gently.

Ichigo shuffled over and laid the back of his head against Byakuya's thigh. Byakuya took off Ichigo's feathered cap and softly began to pet over his hair, soothing away the headache.

"Better?"

Ichigo sighed with contentment, "So much better."

Byakuya switched hands and picked up his tea with the other. He sipped it quietly a few times before setting it back down. Oh yes, what a perfectly quiet moment.

"You really don't have to do this," Ichigo commented lightly.

"Just be quiet. I want to do this." Byakuya told him firmly, massaging his fingers against Ichigo's temple.

Obediently, Ichigo remained silent for a while as Byakuya eased his turmoil with a gentle brush of his hand. To think he ever thought of this man as a cold—handsome—heartless jerk was beyond him. It was clear that Byakuya needed him and that Ichigo was just acting like an immature brat. How beautiful this was without the pretenses, without the walls, without the masks. It seemed as if everything was falling into place, as if life had meaning for him after all. This new job— he would prove himself worthy to Sōjun Kuchiki, he would make Byakuya proud of him, and he would do what he set out to do in the first place after he finished school. Even if that small voice of doubt still whispered in his ear...

Byakuya's fingernails raked across his scalp with just enough pressure to raise every fine hair on Ichigo's body. He trembled. The sensation drove a low moan from his throat.

"Mmm, you're soooo good at this." Ichigo sighed, his toes curling with divine pleasure.

The baker remained silent, simply watching his lover's handsome face, enjoying the soft thickness of Ichigo's orange locks between his fingers. He studied every detail of Ichigo's striking features, the shape of his russet brows, the way his lashes rest on his cheek when his eyes closed. Removing his hand from Ichigo's hair, Byakuya brushed the pad of his thumb gently across the tips of those lashes and then over his eyebrow. He touched his face tenderly. Ichigo remained peaceful and still; submitting himself entirely to Byakuya's wandering touch.

Quietly, Ichigo turned his head and gazed up at Byakuya, amazed by his soft caresses. They watched each other silently, wordless vows of affection shared simply by expression.

Ichigo shifted and lay on his stomach now, resting his cheek against Byakuya's thigh. His own hand began to wander, smoothing along the rich material of Byakuya's black trousers, fingers mapping out the flesh and muscle beneath the clothing. His hand moved dangerously close into the warmer nook between Byakuya's legs, fingers brushing against noticeably softer skin underneath the clothing. Gently, Ichigo massaged his hand up and over the mound between Byakuya's legs.

Byakuya groaned softly.

In moments, Ichigo felt the swelling of flesh grow against his hand. He closed his eyes and rubbed the side of his face there, one hand still groping over the clothing, smoothing up across Byakuya's embroidered waistcoat.

"You really are a magician," Ichigo said with a husky voice now. "You've cured me of my headache and instead given me a hard-on for you." He nosed all around Byakuya's crotch, smirking all the while. "And you've given one to yourself."

Byakuya chuffed at Ichigo's cheekiness. "I still desire that you make love to me, Ichigo Kurosaki." He was sure to use his most alluring tone.

"How can I say no to that? If that's what you want." Ichigo mused. Carefully, Ichigo undid Byakuya's belt, unzipped his pants and fumbled a little with undergarments until his fingers found what they sought. He took out swollen flesh all hot and pink, sprung up before him like a juicy lollipop. He stroked Byakuya's hard cock in his hand, leaning down to flick his tongue delicately off the tip.

"Mmmm..." Byakuya sighed quietly.

Lying against the pillows, Byakuya watched as Ichigo's orange head bobbed before him, his hot wet mouth wrapped around his length. Byakuya's lips parted and he released exalted breaths when he felt the head of his cock reaching the back of Ichigo's throat over and over and over again... He reached down and placed a hand on top of Ichigo's hair, which smoothed along his back and over the crisp white band uniform. His hand swept over the swell of Ichigo's rear end, which he squeezed with decadence.

A wet succulent sound mingled with Ichigo's mewls of satisfaction, his eyes darting up to watch his lover enraptured by his talents. Byakuya's eyes were dark with arousal, his eyelids heavy with pleasure. Ichigo slid his free hand under Byakuya's white shirt underneath his waistcoat, smoothing a hand across his abdomen. The skin was warm and smooth, taut and firm, simply feeling his skin made Ichigo's dick swell.

"I can't get enough of you," Ichigo whispered, taking a moment to catch his breath, stroking Byakuya's length that was moist from his sucking. "I said I would do anything you want. Is there something you'd like me to do?"

Byakuya had a naughty idea. "Why don't you open the front of your uniform for me and unzip your trousers," Byakuya recommended as if he were suggesting Ichigo make him breakfast.

With a wily grin, Ichigo got to his knees and began to undo the brass buttons, then the white shirt underneath, a raging blush appearing on his cheeks. He then loosened his shiny white belt and opened the front of his pants while Byakuya watched him coolly.

"Now what?" Ichigo wondered somewhat shyly, curious to see what Byakuya wished of him.

"Touch yourself," was the simple order.

Now Ichigo balked. "Y-you want me to... to put on a show for you? I dunno..." He looked away bashfully. "Next you'll be asking me to do a strip tease. Wouldn't that be crazy?"

A mysterious sparkle virtually lit up Byakuya's eyes.

"Geez, Byakuya," Ichigo whined. "No... no way."

"Then you should not suggest such things," Byakuya chided reasonably. This innocent act before Byakuya had him teetering on the edge of sublime delight. He just had to say. "You could not be more adorable, Ichigo. I simply want to admire you, what is wrong with that? Do not worry, I won't ask you do anything absurd."

Eyes shifting with uncertainty, Ichigo replied, "How about I'll touch myself if you do the same."

He thought about it. "A fair proposition," Byakuya agreed. His fingers reached for the buttons of his waistcoat but Ichigo stopped him.

"I don't mean I want you to undress. I mean I want you to stroke yourself," Ichigo claimed, his face burning hotter.

A wayward tug brought up one end of Byakuya's mouth. "I see," he said complacently and clasped his long fingers around his own erection, his eyes regarded Ichigo directly as he did so.

Ichigo licked his lips and tentatively spread his uniform open a little bit more, showing off a bit more skin and rubbed a hand over his chest and down along his stomach.

"Oh yes," murmured Byakuya deeply. "There's no need to be shy."

This was an experience that Ichigo never had before. Sex was usually basic for him. Although, it seemed Byakuya was a man that enjoyed some visual stimulation, to watch his prize unfold before his eyes. It was exciting and new to Ichigo. His eyes were riveted on Byakuya as he stroked himself for him. Even though he felt a bit silly, it only lasted a moment, because he realized just how fucking hot Byakuya could be. He had a firm grip on himself, eyes smoldering with his naughty act.

Byakuya gave a small sigh of displeasure. "You've stopped moving."

"Oh, sorry," Ichigo said and tried be more sexy. He imagined Byakuya's hands were on him instead and traced his palms a bit more sensually across the defined muscles of his abdomen. He let his hands move back up and along his neck, tilting his head back as he would if Byakuya were the one kissing along his throat. He wore a goofy smile on his face when he returned his eyes back to his lover's actions.

They feasted upon each other with their eyes for a while. Ichigo loosened up once he got over the initial clumsiness and awkwardness of this new activity. His couldn't get enough of how Byakuya watched him. So intent. So cool and hard. His enjoyment was evident by the expression in his eyes. And if felt good to have those beautiful eyes on him like this.

"I've never done this before," Ichigo admitted.

"A pity..."

The redhead chuckled. "You're something else, Byakuya. You really are."

"Are you not enjoying this?"

Ichigo watched silently for a moment as Byakuya gingerly touched himself with full long strokes. He imagined this might be what Byakuya looked like when he touched himself when he was alone, when he needed that release, when there was no one there to do it for him.

"Oh yeah—I am. I could watch you do that for hours." Feeling as if he was not giving his all, Ichigo slipped a hand into his own shorts and removed his arousal, stroking himself in time with Byakuya.

Byakuya smiled wickedly. "Beautiful..."

Ichigo never had anyone watch him masturbate. His cheeks still burned hotly. "This is fun, but I dunno if I can get off this way," he declared honestly.

"Then come kiss me," Byakuya relented. "I don't want you to get off just yet." He settled himself down a bit so that he could lay back completely with his head on the pillow, raven hair fanning out around his head. Ichigo came down over top of him, hands propped on either side of his lover's head, laying his body flush against Byakuya's and kissed him passionately. Intensely aroused, Byakuya opened his mouth and savoured a long wet kiss with Ichigo. Their tongues melted against one another and their exposed skin touched. Ichigo ground his hips against Byakuya, eliciting a sweet moan from his lover.

Pushing himself up, Ichigo decided it was time he took control. "I want to put it inside of you so badly," he murmured softly.

"I am waiting," Byakuya replied.

Ichigo eagerly removed the other man's trousers and tossed them aside. Then he unbuttoned the waistcoat and then the man's shirt, pushing the material aside, revealing his lover's smooth pale chest. It was very sexy to Ichigo as Byakuya lay completely exposed in a pool of fine red satin that swirled around him. It was as if he had been savagely undressed and presented before Ichigo as a gift. He reached for the lube that he knew Byakuya kept in his nightstand and prepared himself.

With a grin, Ichigo said. "You're such a tart, laying here half naked and still wearing that cape."

Byakuya only gazed back quietly and heatedly.

With a chuff, Ichigo crawled back over and Byakuya spread his legs, giving Ichigo a place to settle between them. Ichigo was already breathing heavily with the sight before him. Now he was breathing a little harder with the anticipation of the liberties at his disposal. But he wanted to do this properly. He wanted to make Byakuya nearly beg for it.

Ichigo brought his lips to the inside of Byakuya's thigh, feathering kisses there.

Byakuya dropped his head back against the pillow, moaning softly.

Ichigo smiled a little, knowing he was bending Byakuya to his will. He continued to kiss and sample the sweet skin of his lover's inner thigh with his lips and tongue. He even nibbled delicately as he moved his mouth closer to the more sensitive areas of his body. Ichigo nosed right in the fold and he suckled gently, drawing his tongue wetly across flesh, making Byakuya tremble. Evilly, Ichigo bypassed Byakuya's aching arousal that rest across his navel, hot and swollen, eagerly waiting for contact.

Ichigo simply continued to tease with his mouth and tongue, wanting to savour the skin on the other leg.

"Ichigo..." It almost sounded like a plea.

"What the matter, Byakuya. Am I driving you crazy?"

"You are."

"Good."

Ichigo gave a throaty chuckle and continued his assault. As he tasted his lover, he pressed a finger deep inside carefully. While he fingered, Ichigo explored all those areas he had ignored earlier with his tongue. When he was satisfied that Byakuya was wound up taut like a guitar string, Ichigo spread his lover's legs a little wider and guided himself inside.

Byakuya sucked air over his teeth.

Completely wrapped in Byakuya's heat, Ichigo's eyes rolled back in pure bliss. "Oh shit... you feel so fucking good."

Slowly, at first, Ichigo moved his hips, gliding with ease. He simply wanted to savour the feeling for a moment, to watch the divine agony on Byakuya's beautiful face, those delicate brows creased, his teeth gritted, eyes squeezed shut tight. And when he wrapped his arms around Byakuya's legs and thrust a little harder, Ichigo almost lost it when he let out a small cry. But he didn't let up the pace, he thrust even harder just so he could keep making Byakuya grunt and moan.

"Oh yes," Byakuya hissed.

Thrust!

"Byakuya—fuck."

"Keep going. Don't stop."

Thrust! Thrust!

"I'm not stopping!"

Byakuya was holding onto Ichigo's biceps in a vice grip as he pounded into him, his body on fire and shimmering with perspiration. If Ichigo kept up this pace, he was going to come too quickly and he wanted to enjoy this a little more, he wanted to feel Ichigo inside of him longer. He felt so good. Byakuya pushed his hands against Ichigo's chest and urged him back.

"Lie down," Byakuya requested, panting softly.

Ichigo pulled out and changed positions. He took over Byakuya's spot against the pillows and laid back, his chest rising and falling quickly, his breath moving fast over his lips.

Byakuya climbed on top of him.

"Oh my g-gawd," Ichigo stammered watching as Byakuya sat down on his cock. He began to ride him, knees spread wide, his magician cape slipping and sliding over Ichigo's thighs and knees behind him. Byakuya's face was flushed pink, his brows knotted in rapture. Ichigo watched his cock filling his lover who rode him with unadulterated joy.

"This is amazing."

"Mmm... yes," Byakuya panted agreeably.

Ichigo thrust up a few times, causing Byakuya to whine softly as they fucked on his bed. Reaching over, Ichigo grabbed Byakuya's neglected length and stroked him vigorously. They kept at it until Byakuya announced he was close.

"Turn around," Ichigo insisted. "Please."

Byakuya complied and straddled Ichigo the opposite way, his back to Ichigo's face. He placed his feet outside of Ichigo's thighs. In this position, Ichigo regained some control. And he did not hold back. Ichigo thrust up into the man on top of him as hard as he could, skin smacking off skin powerfully. Byakuya's hair shivered and shook across Ichigo's face and chest as he got slammed so hard he shuddered, sighing loudly, coming all over his navel. A moment later Ichigo joined him, jerking into Byakuya until he spent every last drop.

Panting for air, Byakuya licked his lips that were now parched, his throat dry from all the heavy breathing. He climbed off Ichigo and reached for his cold cup of tea. He drank it all in a few swallows.

Byakuya wore that calm look on his face and peered over at Ichigo who gazed at him incredulously.

"I can't speak right now," Ichigo said quietly. "You've taken all the words out of my mouth."

Byakuya chuckled softly. He leaned back down and kissed against Ichigo's ear tenderly. He whispered, "I love you, my sweet Ichigo."

A/N: w00t! Lemon lol! Ichigo finally got some control, but in a sense wasn't Byakuya still running the show? Lulz! There was also some angst. Poor Ichigo. He will have to figure out what he really wants. I know... this new job, booo. The idea was hinted at in the beginning of the story. Ichigo just finishing school and his stupid student loan. But trust me, Ichigo will figure it out. I promise :)))) There will be more Sojun in the upcoming chapters. Ha! And I always find a way to put Seaweed Ambassador (Wakame Taishi) into my Byakuya fics lol! Also, this fic is turning out to be much longer than I originally thought. It is easily going to be 20+ chapters. There is just so much to work out XD!

And if anyone is at Anime North this weekend look out for the Senbonzakura! That will be me :P

Reviewers:

Cerulean Twin - HAHAHA! about Byakuya's grandfather lulz! I had so much fun writing that guy. Thanks hun!

A fellow reader - It's is very apparent that Byakuya has acquired a few traits from both his father and his grandfather. YAY! I'm happy you liked the costume ideas *hugs* Thanks muchly for your comments!

fahaar - Naw! I love hearing something like that! Just that little detail that you mention makes my day! Feeling giddy is fun :) Thanks so much!

igotmoneymoney - Thanks so much hun! *hugs* That means a lot!

Shenigmatic - YAY! You're the only one that mentioned Wakame Taishi! lol! *major hugs* I give you chocolate dipped strawberries hehe! And Ishida. Yes, he's a little side fun. Haha... I don't want Byakuya and Ichigo to be the perfect couple.. cause even great couples argue and fuss. And I could imagine a pair like Ichigo and Byakuya squabbling about really dumb things like SA LOL! Aww thanks about the conversation comment, glad you enjoyed that. It means so much. And I know this new job. Just when everything was perfect and happy. It's so very evil. Things will be alright :) Thanks so much hun for always being so awesome! Much love!

CallMeSenseiKuchiki - Aww! thanks so much! I hope you continue to enjoy!

Paon - Hey there :) I'm sorry for the confusion. Like I said above, Ichigo needs to learn his place. Byakuya is helping him out. Everything will work out, trust me ;) I always have a plan lol! Thanks for leaving your thoughts!

Yonaka Kyoki - Haha! You're too funny! LOL! Thanks for your comments. Kuchiki traits... yes, they can be dangerous lol! Good or bad. har har!

Paradise Eden - I missed seeing you around too! So glad you're enjoying the story still and the development. I hope you continue to enjoy! Thanks so much hun! *hugs*