Hai, Sensei

Warnings- OOC (Majorly), probably some spoilers, a bit of yaoi (Ryuken/Isshin) in the second section and (Jyushiro/Shunsui) in the fourth section if you wanna skip them

Rating- T

Summary- Byakuya Kuchiki always wanted a young child of his own, but when given the chance, he doesn't take the chance. Nine years after the fact, the other captains decide to kidnap the Ishida and deage him to give the 6th division captain the child he wanted.

Disclaimer-...Yeah, I don't think so.

A/N 1- I still don't care that I'm changing some facts.

A/N 2- Hey, Anna! It's nice to meet you too

A/N 3- Hey, Elfen Children! I didn't think you were, but others might have thought I tried to take it from that so I just wanted to make sure people didn't get angry.

A/N 4- Hey, FireFox Vixen! Aizen might be.

A/N 5- Hey, ShattereddAngel! Yeah, I kinda backed myself in a corner concerning Ryuken: he was originally just supposed to be angry the shinigami took Uyru, not his actual disappearance, but...yeah, oops!

A/N 6- Beware, I was a wonderful mix of hyper and tired which is hardly a good thing when I type...

It was springtime. His child was safe, the birds were singing, the sakura trees were blossoming, people were shedding their heavy winter clothes in favor of light spring outfits, his gardens were growing, Yachiru was taking fish out of his pond at an insane rate...

At least, that's what Byakuya wished it was so the war would be over and done with. So that things were returning to normal besides the fact he had a child instead of things getting worse and more irregular by the day. He was tired of hearing the whispers and such of the war coming up. He was sick of the rumors and foretelling of the shinigami failing, of Aizen winning and taking over. He was tired of the thought that he was to lose Uryu.

The scheduled time had come for the captains' meeting to be over, but Byakuya didn't want to move. And, evidently, none of the other captains did either. "Ukitake-Taicho?" he whispered, turning to the man right next to him.

The pale haired man looked to the raven haired captain next to him and smiled, his finger clasped in the still sleeping child's hand, who was back in Byakuya's lap after being passed around a bit earlier between the group of captains. "Yes, Byakuya-kun?" He leaned his head against the man's shoulder, stroking the back of Uryu's hand with his thumb slowly.

Byakuya looked away as he felt a blush creep onto his cheeks. He felt weird asking as he didn't think it was proper, but he had to go to the Kuchiki clan meeting. "Would you be willing to watch Uryu while I'm at my next meeting? As much as I don't want to leave him, I can't bring him. I'm not going to let the members who attend my next meeting to try to blaspheme the boy, especially if he's there..." he trailed off, for a moment, before continuing, "You're really the only one I'd trust if he woke up here, in this place, changed, younger." He glanced at him, hoping the man would agree.

Jyushiro smiled wide, absolutely ecstatic he was asked to watch the boy. "Of course!Byakuya-kun! I'd be delighted to watch him," he said, hugging the man with his the arm not attached to the hand being held.

Byakuya smiled and carefully handed Uryu over to the other captain. "Thank you," he said, giving the man another, full, hug then leaning down to press a kiss to the boy's temple.

Jyushiro stood as Byakuya did and used a hand to turn the man's chin to force him to look him in the eye. "Byakuya," he said softly, making sure the younger was paying attention to him. "Anytime you need me to, I'll watch him. If it's work or the clan or you just need a break, you can always send him my way," he said sincerely, making sure the noble knew he was being completely honest.

Byakuya smiled, feeling tears prickle at his eyes. He hugged the man tightly and whispered, "Thank you." Slowly, oh so slowly, he pulled back, wiping the tears from his eyes and chuckling softly at the wet spots present on his sleeve.

Jyushiro's smile took on a more serious side as he looked down to the shifting weight in his arms. He steadied the boy, moving his arms and hands until he had the boy balanced and pulled safely to his chest once again. "He's already changing us," he whispered in a low tone, not quite sure he wanted to say it out loud, much less to anyone.

Byakuya smiled and looked toward the other captains that were with them. All of who were...sleeping? 'Oh, no,' he thought to himself, figuring that at least one of the three large men snored or talked in their sleep. He was worried they'd wake Uryu before he was ready to be up. But, none the less, he found it to be heartwarming that they had stayed instead of going off to their favourite nap spots like they would usually have done. "For the better, I believe," he whispered, truly believing that it was.

Jyushiro chuckled lightly. "That he is, that he is," he murmured before turning to look at the sleeping captains. "They were all worried last night. It's normal for Shunsui with me and my illness, which is why he usually naps, but the other two? I haven't heard of them staying up most of the night with worry before..." He whispered, still shocked over the evidence of their worry being so prominent by their reiatsu levels he had felt the night before.

Byakuya nodded and took a deep breath before sighing. "I must go," he whispered sadly, not wanting to leave his newly adopted child behind...again. The child he had so often dreamed about and yearned to have in his arms once again in the last ninish years. He turned away and quickly used his shunpo to leave the area as fast as possible, not wanting to have even the slightest of chances to change his mind about leaving the boy with the tenth division captain.

~^BLEACH^~

(Yaoi thrown in)

Ryuken sighed as he awoke again, surrounded by a deep darkness, not really knowing where he was. It seemed somewhat familiar, but he just couldn't place how he knew the room, because it sure wasn't his. He took a deep breath and slowly let it out through his nose.

Ryuken took a moment to think about what he wanted to try to calm himself down. He wanted peace. He wanted Uryu. He wanted warmth. He wanted his glasses. He wanted Isshin. Isshin! He wildly looked around for the man, scared that he too had left him alone. He got up, unsteady and shaky on his feet. He tried to stumble to the door, but he tripped, falling with a loud thunk!

Isshin heard a loud noise like that of something falling and ran to check it out, hoping it wasn't what, or rather who, he thought it was. But, of course, it was. He turned on the light, illuminating the room, and found the slighter man laying in a fetal position on the floor, shaking, sobbing. He bent down and hugged Ryuken, gathering the man up in his arms and holding him close, running his hands over and around the man. He pulled Ryuken closer, trying to comfort the man as best as he could, knowing no words would help ease him.

Ryuken curled into the Kurosaki, immediately having recognized the room upon the light being turned on. It was Soken's. Well, would've been had the man actually moved in with them before he died. It had some of his things in it that was kept after his death, but most of the man's more personal items were in his son's. Being in the room brought to mind the agonies of losing his family. "Don't go," he whispered, not really knowing to whom or to what or why he said it other than he wanted something, or preferably someone, to remain by him.

Isshin sighed softly and rubbed Ryuken's back, whispering, "I'm here. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. I'm here to stay, whether you like it or not." He carefully picked the man up bridal style, much to the silver haired man's chagrin, and carried him back to the bed, wrapping his arms securely around the Ishida. He held the shaking, sobbing doctor to his chest, trying to give him as much warmth and comfort as possible.

Ryuken turned into the man, contorting his body to that of the other father's. He turned his face into the crook of Isshin's neck, trying to seek as much comfort from him as he could. "Why?" He asked quietly. "Why did you say it was best for the whole world? How could this be best? Why? Why? Why? Why?" He murmured into the tanned skin that was so near him. But, to him, it wasn't near enough. He wanted more of it, more of the warm, musky scent that was emanated by the tan skin.

Isshin took a deep breath and slowly let it out through his nose; it was not quite a sigh, but it wasn't quite not one. He took a moment to ponder the question before answering, "Some people, in order to fight their best, need to be whole. Others are better when they are missing something or someone, when they're broken. Byakuya Kuchiki has always struck me as needing to be whole to do his best. However, he needs a family to be so. To be at his strongest, he needs to have someone relying on him, to be dependent on him, to look up to him, to be cared for by him. It used to be Hisana, his wife, until she died. Then, after he found Rukia, it was her. For quite a while, it was her. Now, however, Rukia is older, stronger, more independent. She is on her own, in a separate division, in the human world. She doesn't depend on him for much anymore." He paused for a moment, surprised that Ryuken was actually still listening to him. He rubbed the man's back a bit harder to help ease any pain from the choked sobs coming from the man before continuing, "Byakuya needed someone and, upon finding Uryu that day all those years ago, his affection was caught by the boy. It was no longer he needed someone to rely on him, it was he needed Uryu to. The war with Aizen is drawing closer to us with each passing day. To be at his strongest and in the best position to fight, Byakuya needs Uryu. That means that he will be much stronger than he was now due to the boy and more liable to fight harder, having that person to return to. The Seireitei needs all the strength they can get in order to win the war. To save both the Seireitei and the human world, they need every little bit of power. For Byakuya to be at top form, he needs Uryu." Isshin took a deep breath, he held it, waiting for a response.

Ryuken nodded against the man, accepting that truth. "I see," he whispered so softly that not even he was sure he said it. A breath ghosted over his head, stirring his hair...

~^BLEACH^~

Byakuya took a deep breath as he stopped outside the meeting room. He didn't remember most of the trip there, only that he wanted to be heading the other way passed sakura trees blowing in the wind. He didn't know if he was angry or relieved that the trees were the only things he remembered due to his zanpakuto being flower based. He shook his head, clearing it as best he could and donning his emotionless mask before stepping inside. What he was met with was chaos.

People were shouting, arguing. They were in turmoil, most were angry, some looked pleased with themselves.

Byakuya stormed into the normally calm, quiet room. It was quite unlike the way the meetings usually were: orderly, calm, taking turns to speak, boringly uptight. This was the opposite, men were yelling over each other, there was no order, no waiting to speak. He was sick of it despite the fact he had been in the room for less than ten seconds. "ENOUGH!" He shouted over the chaos, flaring his reiatsu just enough to get everyone's attention.

All members present turned to the furious noble head, immediately quieting down. "Just what is going on here?" He demanded, now entirely uncharacteristically enraged that he had to leave his new quiet, calm, sleeping son to deal with a bunch of...angry and so called dignified old men acting like obnoxious hyper children. And he pointed this out. "Don't tell me I just left my newly adopted child to deal with you dignified men squabbling like children!" He turned sharply, ready to leave the room and go back to said child, not too willing to hear their response.

A chair screeched as it was pushed back. "Wait, Kuchiki-Taicho!" It was an elder of the clan. He waited until the captain turned back to him before saying, "So the rumors about it being here for y-" He was cut off as a cold, sharp blade pressed against his throat.

Byakuya calmly held Senbonzakura up against the man's neck, even though he was absolutely livid. "The child's name is Uryu. You will call him as such or as my child. He is not an it and I will NOT tolerate ANY disrespect given to him. I refuse to bend to any of YOUR whims when it comes to him. He is mine. Do not dare to touch him to hurt him in anyway or there will be dire consequences," he threatened, raising his reiatsu in intervals to make sure they got his point.

Byakuya turned abruptly and left, storming out the door, slamming it on his way out in a fit of non-Byakuya-Kuchiki-ish rage, to find the brute of a man that presented him with his child earlier that morning, needing someone who would be only to glad to cross blades with him before heading back to his son.

~^BLEACH^~

(Mentions of yaoi in the first 4 or 5 paragraphs and the last 1)

Jyushiro smiled as he pulled the boy closer to him. He felt a warm fluttering in his chest as the boy snuggled closer. "You are a little cuddle bug, aren't you?" He whispered to the sleeping boy, carefully sitting back down. He felt an arm slide around his waist.

"You are, too, you know," a husky voice behind him said. The owner of such voice carefully pulled his white haired shinigami lover down to lay next to him.

Jyushiro let himself be pulled down next to the man, carefully laying the boy between them. "Not like his is, he seems to be reliant on the contact," he whispered. "Shunsui, I'm scared," he took the brunette's hand in his own free one and turned it about, his other hand resting on the sleeping child's chest.

Shunsui squeezed the hand in his. "Scared of what?" He whispered, showing his lover that he was being just as serious.

Jyushiro looked up at the other man and took a deep breath. "He's a child. He doesn't have any reiatsu. He's surrounded by powerful and well endowed people in terms of spiritual powers. I'm surprised he...hasn't...passed...out..." Jyushiro quickly looked to the boy, all of a sudden very afraid. "When was he last up?" He asked Shunsui, not expecting an answer.

Right behind him, he heard his answer. "Four or five days ago Kurotsuchi gave him some heavy sleeping injection. I think 'twas too much for the little kiddo as he ended up younger than he was meant to be, though he was up for a few minutes this morning, then he got some other injection," Kenpachi answered the man.

Jyushiro looked to the scarred man, sitting up. "Should we bring him to Unohana?" He asked, afraid that it was being around so many captain level reiatsus that was prohibiting him from waking.

Kenpachi shook his head. "Nah," he said, getting up and quickly using his shunpo to walk into the nearby first division headquarters and grab the forgotten backpack, bringing it back. He opened it. He took out the old captain's cloak and handed it to Jyushiro, watching him as he covered the boy with it before grabbing something else out of the bag. It was a dried flower. "Do any o' you know how ta burn this thing slowly without burning Kiddo?" He asked, holding it out.

Sajin grumbled and reached around Kenpachi and grabbed it from his grasp. "Gimme it," he said groggily, not quite fully awake yet. He brought it close to the boy's face and slowly burnt it, watching as the boy's sleeping breaths took in the burning incense.

All four captains watched as the boy slowly opened his eyes, waking up. The black haired boy unseeingly looked absently out at his surroundings, scrunching his eyes, trying to squint to see something.

Kenpachi, remembering seeing glasses in the backpack as well, looked in the bag and grabbed the overly large frames. He gently placed a finger under the boy's chin and turned his head to look at him cautiously. He slowly and carefully put the glasses on the boy, using only the lightest of touches to get them on his nose so he could at least see.

Uryu lifted his hands and fixed his glasses and looked up to the four men in front of him. He felt scared. He didn't remember anything and didn't know who it was in front of him. He looked between the men before choosing one that seemed familiar. He launched himself to Kenpachi, whispering, "Who're you?" He looked between the four men, trying to figure out if he knew them or not.

Jyushiro held a hand out to the child and calmly spoke, keeping his tone firm to make sure Uryu didn't think he was dangerous and so the other three knew not to open their mouths. "My name is Ukitake, but you can call me Jyushiro if you wish. The man next to me in pink is Shunsui Kyoraku. He's kinda an odd ball. The man whose lap you're in is Kenpachi Zaraki. He is a brutally honest man. And the last guy is Sajin Komamura. He looks big and tough, or like a giant fur ball if you ask me, but he is kind and gentle," he said slowly, calmly, carefully. "The man about to be next to us is Byakuya Kuchiki. He will look after you. He usually seems cold and uncaring, but at heart he's a loving and soft hearted man. He will take great care of you," he said softly, making sure he wasn't scaring the boy. True to his word, the noble did appear next to them in seconds.

Byakuya went to the group, intending to drawing the eleventh division captain into a fight. However, seeing Jyushiro dissipated any and all fight and anger out of him, trusting the man to still have his sleeping child. "Uryu..." He whispered, wanting to cuddle said boy.

Kenpachi looked up at the noble questioningly. "Back so soon? I thought you had one of those long prissy meetings to go to," he said, leaning back nonchalantly.

Byakuya sighed as he sat down between the large man and Jyushiro. "I'm in no mood to deal with their squabbling childlike behavior. I voiced my opinion on their opinion on Uryu and told them I wouldn't tolerate any disrespect toward him. I-" He stopped. He was looking down into wide blue eyes framed by huge black frames. "Ury..." He breathed.

Uryu looked up at the newcomer in front of him. "Byakuya..." He whispered, testing the name on his tongue. He smiled and crawled over to the man, settling himself in his lap. "I is Uryu," he said, reaching for raven locks.

Byakuya inhaled sharply, riveted in his spot. He slowly reached out with a finger and gently stroked the child's cheek. A single word slipped from his lips: "Mine." He wrapped the boy in his arms, hugging him tightly to his chest. Tears slowly dripped down his cheeks, happy he had his adoptive child safe in his arms.

Uryu was a bit surprised, but the warmth he felt from the other man made him smile. He hugged the man back, nuzzling into his neck. "I know you," he whispered softly. "You holded me when Sensei was hurted by the loud shouter hollows." (A/N: Nothing is accidentally misspelled.) He ran his fingers carefully through the man's hair.

Byakuya smiled and nodded, leaning his cheek against the top of the boy's head. "You remember," he whispered, his heart doing a joyous flip over the realization. He ran a hand over the boy's back as he sniffled, his happiness had no words to truly describe just how great it was.

Shunsui smiled and stood up, walking to the new adoptive family. He carefully, but firmly, grabbed the raven's upper arm that wasn't supporting most of the boy's weight and pulled up, getting him to his feet. At the astonished glare he received, he said firmly, "Take him home." He lightly pushed the noble in the direction of his estate.

Byakuya tried to stare down the straw hatted man for a moment before giving up, turning to look toward the other captains, receiving encouraging nods from all of them. He smiled gratefully and whispered, "Thank you." He turned back toward his destination and used his shunpo to leave the group.

Shunsui sighed and sat back down, smiling. "He'll be okay." He lay back, moving his hat over his face.

Kenpachi sighed as the man lay back and followed suit, grunting in agreement with the man. He watched as Sajin smiled and lay back as well. Jyushiro, however, didn't. Kenpachi sighed irritably and grabbed at the thirteenth division captain's cloak, yanking him down. "You, too. You ain't gonna go no where," he said, closing his eyes.

Jyushiro gave an exasperated sigh, but lay back anyway, resting his head on Shunsui's chest. "Big brute," he whispered under his breath, receiving a playful kick to his foot from said man. He felt, more than heard, his friend chuckle, an arm wrapping around him to keep him close. He closed his eyes, feeling at peace for the time being.

~^BLEACH^~

Ulquiorra walked silently through the halls of Las Noches. His hands were in his pockets, his face an emotionless mask. He was had been called by Aizen and was ordered to meet him in his throne room. He walked passed many lower arrancar, ignoring them completely and a few espada, respectfully diverting his gaze from Stark and casually passing the others, ignoring their gestures and repulsive comments as they were lower ranked than he was.

Grimmjow was leaning against a wall, his arms crossed. He was waiting for the cuatro espada near the throne room. When the shorter went to pass by, he grabbed him. "Where do you think you're going?" He sneered, hoping to get a response out of Ulquiorra other than what he received.

Ulquiorra calmly pulled his arm away from the panther, walking away as if nothing happened, his face still void of emotion. He felt a hand encircle his wrist, yanking it out of his pocket. "Let go, Trash," he said, voice completely devoid of any emotion as well. He weakly tried to pull his hand away, giving the other a chance to behave for once. The grip tightened. Ulquiorra flicked his wrist up sharply, breaking the bruising grasp.

Grimmjow desperately tried to reclaim the pale wrist, to keep the other's attention. "But!" He exclaimed, still wanting an answer.

Ulquiorra reached for the throne door, knocking. He waited until he heard an admittance before opening the door, leaving the blue haired sexta behind. He walked up to the throne and respectively kneeled before his Lord, head bowed. "My Lord Aizen-sama," he said stoically, not moving.

Aizen smiled wickedly. "My dearest Ulquiorra, I have a mission for you," he said, fluctuating his reiatsu enough on his servant to let him know it was serious.

Ulquiorra answered, "Anything you wish, Lord Aizen-sama." He tried to look unfazed by the rise of spiritual pressure, but it was difficult for even him.

Aizen smirked. "Good. Come with me," he ordered, standing and walking toward the meeting room, not doubting the cuatro would follow. Once to the room, he bade the espada to sit in his usual seat and sat down next to him. "As you know, you are to soon scout out for the being Ichigo," he started, bringing up the substitute shinigami's picture on a screen on the table. "And these," he pulled up Inoue's, Sado's, Uryu's, Urahara's, and Rukia's pictures, "Are some of his more bothersome friends. These few mean nothing to us right now in terms of tact," he moved all but Ichigo's and Uryu's pictures off the screen. "And you know your orders concerning this one," he dismissed Ichigo's photo as well. He then enlarged the Quincy's. "Now, I want you to do some reconnaissance for me." He pulled up another photo. This one was of a younger Uryu. "The first picture is one from several weeks ago, courtesy of Tousen. This second one is from about nine years ago. One of the captains, Byakuya Kuchiki, wanted him and so we were searching for him. The twelfth division captain is much like our Saylzle. He devised a concoction to deage the boy. Our reports show that he has been turned into a four year old, so he'll look younger than this second photo. He is currently in the Seireitei, being cared for by Kuchiki-Taicho. He has no spiritual pressure himself, as he lost his Quincy powers, so he will be harder to find in that sense. However, there are very few children in the Seireitei, so maybe not quite so difficult. By all means though, he is helpless, but I just want you to watch him as often as you can, reporting back to me at least once every few days as you see fit. Instantly if some major event takes place. For now at least." He looked to his most loyal of followers, waiting for a response. He didn't wait long.

Ulquiorra took in the information quietly. As soon as his orders were given and completed, he answered, "Yes, Lord Aizen-sama." He bowed his head politely, piecing together a short list of what to do to prepare before he would head out.

Aizen smiled his deceptively charming smile. "I'm so glad you are willing to undertake this mission. Select what you need and go. You are dismissed," he said, standing and walking out the door, leaving the cuatro to what he was to do.

Ulquiorra took a glance at the picture, committing it to memory before using his sonido to get to Szayel's lab to get what he needed before opening a garganta and heading to his destination.

As Aizen was walking down the hall, he felt a certain reiatsu following him. He stopped and half turned. "Gin," he said, hands in pockets.

Gin approached his leader, smile on his face. "My Lord," he replied. He stopped a short distance from the brunette.

Aizen turned his head a bit, giving a deceptively safe appearance. "What is it you want?" He asked, slightly irritated at the silver haired shinigami.

Gin took a deep breath before replying, "Why don't we just take him? What good does watching him do?" He tried to shrug nonchalantly, like it was no big deal; even though, to him, it was.

Aizen's smile widened. "Tell me, do you remember when we, along with the entire Seireitei, were searching for him those few years ago?" He asked, chuckling softly.

Gin looked up thoughtfully. "Yeah, I was upset we didn't find the little brat...I wanted him around! I wanted to hear little feet pattering around. Yachiru grew up in the Rukongai, so she wasn't exactly a kid, and Ukitake's Sogyo no Kotowari were too old physically to do it right," he responded, tapping his cheek with a finger.

Aizen smirked. "Exactly. We all wanted that. We were all upset we couldn't find him," he said before he turned to fully face the fox like man. "Now, think of that on a larger basis. He's already there," he paused, waiting to see if the man would figure it out.

Not to be disappointed, Gin smiled knowingly. "Yer gonna let 'em get attached to him so that when we take him, it'll be devastating," he said, delighted he was able to figure out the man's plan.

Aizen sighed softly, forlornly. "And then, we will have tiny little feet pattering around the halls of Las Noches," he said in a hopeful tone, as he himself wanted that.

Gin smirked again. "You are simply diabolical, my Lord," he said, bowing low. He was looking forward to the promise of having a child around being fulfilled.

Aizen turned, smiling. "I do try my best," he said, walking away down the hall. "I do try," he whispered to himself.

~^BLEACH^~

Sado was lightly dozing, sitting upright against the wall. He didn't feel a pair of arms slip around his waist nor the head that laid itself softly on his thigh. He did, however, feel the tears dripping onto his pants, wettening them. He shook himself awake, looking down to the crying blonde. He put a hand on the back of his head, trying to give as much comfort to the man as he could. He didn't say a word.

Neither did Urahara.