Hai, Sensei

Warnings- OOC (Majorly), probably some spoilers, swearing (Kenpachi mostly, I think)

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 1.5- I totally didn't realize in my notes when I put Shiro in my notebook I meant Toshiro, not Jyushiro, as tenth captain. I knew something looked off, but couldn't quite place it. I am so sorry. I meant thirteenth instead of tenth for the past five chapters in regards to Jyushiro. I'll try to change it soon.

A/N 2- It thoroughly annoys me to spell things wrong in dialogue for the sake of dialogue.

A/N 3- Or, it didn't take as long as I thought due to lack of grades going in for school so I had extra time today, but more than likely updates will slow down...

A/N 4- Thank you, Elfen Children! To help him, I was thinking of more of a solid thunk or two...

A/N 5- Thank you, Anna! Luckily, this one didn't take too long...

Kenpachi knew something was wrong. What, he couldn't say, but he knew something major was wrong and he knew it had something to do with the newest addition to the Kuchiki clan. He immediately jumped up, startling the almost sleeping men, sleeping in Shunsui's case, and ran off toward the Kuchiki manor, throwing an "I'll be back!" to the men over his shoulder.

Shunsui shrugged, knowing the man would take care of whatever made him run off. Jyushiro and Sajin on the other hand, moved to get up and go after him. Shunsui grabbed Jyushiro by his haori and yanked him back, much like Kenpachi had done earlier. "Yer stayin'," he said, making sure the man was up against him securely.

Jyushiro took a deep, shaky breath, staring in the direction the men went and nodded. "I'm worried about him," he whispered, interlacing his fingers with the other man's pink kimono.

Shunsui smiled softly, happy that he wasn't the only one. "Yeah, I am, too. But, he's in good hands and that is where he needs to be," he reassured, replacing his hat over his eyes.

Jyushiro sighed quietly, scared that his friend may be wrong. "I know," he whispered, closing his eyes. 'Please, take care of him,' he thought, not quite sure his worries would go away anytime soon.

Both men sat up suddenly as they felt the reiatsu of one Head Captain Yamamoto. They turned and bowed their heads, quickly getting up to face the man. "Yamamoto Sou-Taichou," they said, bowing respectfully.

Yamamoto shook his head, addressing them, "Kyoraku-Taichou, Ukitake-Taichou." He bade them to sit back where they had been, joining them on the soft grass. He got straight to his point of why he was there, "You are worried for the boy, no?" He set his cane next to him and pulled the edges of his haori closer to himself.

As Shunsui nodded, Jyushiro answered, "Yes, Sir, we are." They looked at the older man, Shunsui moving slightly more in front of the eternally sick man, the memory of going against their superior still too vivid for his liking. Jyushiro lightly scoffed as he realized what his friend was doing, but was grateful for the show of possessive care and worry he was showing.

Yamamoto too recognized what the eighth captain was doing. "I will not harm him, Kyoraku. Nor will I harm you, but you seem more interested in my intentions toward him, anyways," he said, waving his hand slightly in a nonchalant manner.

Shunsui scoffed, still not quite comfortable in doing so. "You mentioned our worry," he said, crossing his arms. He really would have rather talk to the man alone than have Jyushiro there as well.

Jyushiro glared at Shunsui's back. "Shunsui!" He hissed, almost surprised by the man's actions. Almost. He placed a hand on the man's arm and pulled on it slightly, trying to get him unfocused solely on the first division captain.

Yamamoto smiled sadly. "It's all right, Ukitake, he is simply watching out for you," he said as he raised a hand, placing it softly on Shunsui's. "I will not apologize, and I know neither will either of you. We each did what we saw as right and just. In the end, it was resolved and I'd like to make peace," he said sincerely, wanting two of his most trusted subordinates to once again trust him.

Shunsui sighed, he didn't like it. He was tempted to grab his friend and run off, to protect him at all costs. He was about to answer, when he heard a familiar sound that gripped his heart in pain, fear, panic. He heard a cough.

Jyushiro felt a familiar tickling sensation in the back of his throat. He tried to hold back the impeding cough long enough to get away from two of his most trusted people. He failed. A single cough tore itself violently through his body, but it was enough. He had held it back for so long, his lungs felt they were tearing apart as blood dripped from his mouth. As he watched Shunsui whip around to face him, another cough ripped from his lungs, coating his hand with the bright red liquid. He looked up at the pink clad man and whispered, "Shun…" before another cough tore through him, and another, and another until he could barely breathe from the fit.

Shunsui wrapped his arms around his friend, picking the coughing man up and using his shunpo to get him to the fourth division, not caring he left his superior behind him. He felt the trembling body in his arms quiver as blood dripped onto his haori and kimono. Tears fell from his eyes as he reached the fourth division, Unohana immediately coming out and leading him to a back room to help the thirteenth division captain.

~^BLEACH^~

Sado awoke laying down on a futon bed. He quickly realized he was in Urahara's shop and in the room he had taken the blonde man. He looked around for Urahara, but didn't see him, at first glance, at least. He sat up slowly and winced. He felt something stir next to him and figured it was who he was looking for. He then realized that the blanket laid over him was around another figure as well. He pulled back the blanket and was met with the blonde expanse of hair framing Urahara's sleeping face. He smiled and brushed back a lock of the blonde hair that had fallen over his eyes.

Urahara stirred slightly, opening his eyes. "Gomenasai," he whispered, pulling away from the large teen. He looked away, ashamed of his weakness and scared of the impending reaction.

Sado gently gripped the man's chin in his hand and pulled. He forced the grey eyes to look into his own chocolate ones. "Don't apologize. You have every right to be upset at what's happening. It's all right to lean on someone else for help," he said firmly, but gently. He wanted to be the one to help the man, though he wouldn't say it. He wanted to help the man to help the man, yes, but he also had a selfish reason: as far as strategy, he was good for his brute strength, but not much else as that usually meant attack, attack, attack and not take a moment to really get a good plan. He wanted to feel needed by someone for other than his strength which could be compensated one way or another. At least, to him, that's what his position looked like.

Urahara looked up at Sado for a moment before he took a deep, shaky breath. He shook his head sadly and wiped away a couple tears that tried to escape down his cheeks. "There's very few who would allow me to," he mumbled, looking away. He didn't want to admit it, but his more or less eccentric behavior often left him with few that didn't think he was a constant ball of fun, games, and happiness with half a dash of a serious nature.

Sado wrapped his arms around the man and pulled him close, whispering in his ear, "Then let me be that person. I'm not asking you to do anything you wouldn't want to nor share anything you'd rather not, just let me be one you can unwind to." He held his breath, waiting for Urahara's reaction.

Urahara pulled back and looked into Sado's eyes willingly. "What exactly are you asking?" He whispered, not wanting the teen to get the wrong impression.

Sado gently took Urahara's chin in his hand again, looking in the grey eyes. "I'm asking that you let me comfort you," he whispered, using his other hand to grip the man's elbow softly.

Urahara took a deep breath and nodded. "If you wish," he murmured, looking down. He wondered for a moment if, come later, he would regret it.

Sado smiled and gently hugged the man, whispering his thanks before pulling the man back down to rest. He hopped he knew what he was doing.

~^BLEACH^~

Kenpachi and Sajin arrived at the Kuchiki manor quickly. They didn't bother to knock and plowed through the door, breaking it to splinters. They didn't care, either. Sajin quickly located the reiatsu of Byakuya and shoved Kenpachi right suddenly as it was coming from that way. Just as suddenly and almost as soon, he grabbed the man and dragged him right, navigating the halls like that: him suddenly pulling or shoving the man the direction they had to turn. They didn't stop until they reached the room the noble's reiatsu was emanating from.

Kenpachi quickly whispered to the wolf, "I'll get Princess, you get Kiddo. And you get him out of here. Whatever is happening, get him enough away that an influx of reiatsu won't hurt him." He went to push the door open.

Sajin grabbed the man's hand. "Wait!" He said and turned the man to face him. "Down the hall, it turns left and at the end of that one a right. Take those. That hall will lead to a T shape. There's a door straight ahead though, take the door, there's a hall with one door at each end and the wall is glass. It looks into a room. The room is reiatsu proof, that's where I'll take him. Bring Kuchiki-Taichou when you can," He said, figuring those directions were simple enough for the man.

Kenpachi growled and went to open the door, not even bothering to question how the man knew that. He stopped, however, when his pink haired lieutenant appeared on his shoulder. "Hey, Kenny," she said, grabbing his hair roughly and pulling so she'd get his attention. "Don't go in, Byakkun is upset," she said, pulling his hair more just to make sure her point got across.

Sajin smiled softly. "We figured, we need to talk to him about whatever is wrong," he said calmly, reaching out a hand to try to stop the girl from ripping out any of the tenth division captain's hair.

Yachiru sighed irritably. "He thinks he's sleeping and it's actually night and he's having a nightmare. It's killing him and I couldn't get near him without his reiatsu blocking me," she said, pouting.

Kenpachi sighed. "What'd you do to him this time?" He asked, figuring she had been back in his ponds and "relocating" the huge koi.

Yachiru crossed her arms and shook her head. "I just wanted to play with the little boy. He's cute, innocent," she said in an evil yet childish manner, making both men shiver. "Anyway, if I get him or Byakuya doesn't want him, can we keep him instead?" She asked innocently, not realizing the man in the room could hear her talking.

None of the three shinigami predicted that a blast of reiatsu would be coming out of the room. Yachiru squeaked and quickly got out of there, running as fast as she could.

Kenpachi growled, immediately worried about the boy in the room. He pushed into the room just as Sajin did, the men getting stuck in the doorway side by side for a moment, before Kenpachi stepped back to let the other in.

Sajin immediately went to the bed and grabbed Uryu as quickly as he could. He didn't anticipate the zanpakuto that almost cut through his neck had it not been for a clash.

"Get him out of here, NOW!" Kenpachi yelled, pulling his blade away from the noble's and raising it to block the next attack.

Sajin nodded, carrying the whimpering boy to the specified room. He felt the reiatsu levels around him raising at an astonishing rate. He knew he wouldn't get to the room before they overpowered what little resistance the powerless Quincy had. He saw the door ahead of him. He looked behind him as the gold and white reiatsus were felt just behind him. He took a deep breath and stopped. He raised his own red reiatsu in a hand and carefully aimed. He flicked his wrist and released it…

Kenpachi was fighting with the raven noble. He was irritated that the man was so hell bent on killing him. Usually, he wouldn't mind, but even he felt the swell of reiatsu from the wolf.

Byakuya didn't know what was going on, really, only that this was the weirdest dream he'd ever had. Add in Uryu was taken from him, he was terrified. "Give me back my child!" He yelled, swinging as hard as he could with his zanpakuto. He wasn't thinking straight, so he was quickly failing in his end of the fight.

Kenpachi jumped out of the way. He didn't want to hurt the man, yet. "Snap out of it Kuckiki, this ain't a fuckin dream!" He yelled, trying to get the man's attention.

Byakuya glared. "The hell it isn't!" He yelled back, terrified of this 'dream'. He swung his blade and thrusted quickly, trying to overcome the man with speed.

Kenpachi sighed and took off his eyepatch, throwing the man down with the sheer amount at such close range. He made sure to keep it under just enough control to not break anything and away from the hall Sajin mentioned, not quite sure how 'reiatsu proof' the room was.

Byakuya gasped, he hadn't expected the man to release his reiatsu. He grabbed his blade, intent on releasing his shikai. "Scatter, Senbonz-" he stopped. It was always evident that his shikai killed the teen in his dreams. He felt tears gather in his eyes. 'So this was always the missing piece,' he thought to himself.

Kenpachi noticed Byakuya stop. It wasn't every day the normally elegant and perfectly observant noble looked so distraught and distracted. He took the opportunity to launch forward, grabbing the noble's zanpakuto and throwing it off somewhere away. He grabbed his eyepatch and put it back on before he picked the noble up and carried him bridal style out of the room to try to find where Sajin had specified.

Byakuya was shaken out of his fear and trepidation as he was picked up. He fought the man, punching him with his fists weakly. He was tired and scared and wanted his Uryu back.

Kenpachi went right then left, but realized he was wrong. He went back to the noble's room then went right then right, but he was still wrong. Back to the noble's room he went. He went left than left, but again, wrong. He growled. "Where the fuck is that room?" He asked, irritated.

Byakuya sighed. "What room?" He snapped, having given up physically fighting earlier. His head was rested on the man's chest and that was something he'd rather not think about at that moment.

"That reiatsu proof one or whatever it is. Sajin said I had to take two turns before I go to a T with a door," he growled out, annoyed by how many halls there were.

Byakuya sighed. He preceded to instruct the man on which turns to take before they got to the door. He watched as Kenpachi opened the door and stepped into the smaller hall. He was then shoved unceremoniously against the glass, looking into the room. He saw Sajin and Uryu playing happily. Sajin looked relieved but annoyed as the boy lightly hit him on the shoulder for moving. It looked like Uryu was stitching up the seventh captain's haori. Though how it got ripped in the first place was beyond him. His panic eased some as it looked like the boy was happy and unhurt.

Kenpachi roughly pushed the man a bit harder into the glass. "This is not some fucking dream, Kuchiki. Look at him. He is real. You need to learn quickly that this is real and he is counting on you. He is four. Granted, he is actually like 15 or something like that, but he is now four. He needs someone with a level head to look after him. Whether it be Ukitake or Komamura or myself or even that annoy idiot you have for a lieutenant, he needs someone stable at all times. Granted, he's been technically adopted as your kid, but if I get wind of you being this fucking unstable when with him again, you can bet that it ain't gonna be that wolf takin' him to some other room in this damned place. Next time he's outta here for a while," Kenpachi scolded sternly. He turned the noble to look at him and pushed his back hard into the glass. "You have Ukitake, Sajin, and myself who will be more than willing to watch the kid. Shunsui, too, but I don't know if that's much of a good idea either. But, my point is that you don't have to do this alone, especially if what's botherin' you is some stupid ass nightmare that's been around for nine fucking years." Kenpachi laid his head on the noble's shoulder, trembling from the adrenaline from the fight with Byakuya and the fear from feeling something wrong with the boy.

Byakuya nodded as he hugged the large man. "Thank you," he whispered, calming down. They stood like that, Kenpachi trying to calm his adrenaline ridden body and Byakuya taking in the information he received.

Sajin heard a loud thunk and tried to look at what caused it, only to be smacked by the persistent four year old. He almost growled at the hit, it tickled him more than anything, but he couldn't move to scratch or rub it to get that annoying tingling to go away faster. He glared at the boy, but sat still, letting Uryu try to fix his haori. It was shredded from the dispersing of spiritual pressure particles from when he countered the two men's with his own.

Uryu glared right on back with just as much ferocity. He pushed his glasses up on his nose with a finger before going back to stitching up the fabric. Most people would've said it was useless, but he was determined to patch it back up. It probably didn't help he was using blue thread that he pulled out of seemingly nowhere, though in truth he had put the needle and thread up his sleeve and loosely stitched it there enough to hold it when he had been cuddled with the four captains on the hill for the short time he was up. None of them would ever recall seeing him dig in his backpack nor sewing them on there, though.

As Uryu moved to sew up the lower part of the front of his haori, Sajin heard a second thunk. He looked up to the source of the sound and saw Kenpachi pressed against Byakuya pressed to the window wall. He smiled, knowing Kenpachi had and was talking sense into the half crazed raven.

Uryu was fixing up the back of the wolf's haori when a door to the room opened. He looked up to see the large man from earlier, Kenpachi, and the man that had 'adopted' him. He smiled up at them and waved. "Hi-Hi!" He said as he turned back to his work. He felt a pair of arms wrap around him and silky hair drape over his shoulder. He turned slightly to see Byakuya right next to him, his chin on his shoulder. He carefully pushed the man away. "I gotta finish fixing him, go 'way 'ntil I done," he ordered somewhat playfully, giving a smile before quickly finishing up on the last couple slashes.

Byakuya watched as his new son quickly and elegantly stitched the haori back together. He sat down, Kenpachi by his side. "I don't think I'm going to get used to having a child for a while. I mean, do I call him my child or..?" He asked the man next to him, but he didn't expect an answer.

Sajin smiled as he felt the stitching stop. He waited as the boy inspected his cloak for any more tears and gave him an okay before turning. He gathered the boy in his arms and gave him a big hug. "Thank you, Child," he whispered, finding that he now had a favourite haori and he be damned he not wear it as often as possible.

Uryu smiled happily up at the man. "Hai, Sensei," he said before scampering off to Byakuya, jumping into his lap. He curled into the man, pressing his nose into the man's neck and pressing his hand to his chest. He closed his eyes, listening to and feeling the man's heartbeat once more.

Sajin looked at Byakuya quizzically: the boy had called him Sajin before, what was with the "Sensei"? He saw an equally confused expression coming from Kenpachi as well.

Byakuya shrugged and shook his head, keeping his arms securely around the boy. He didn't know why the boy had said what he did, but he had a feeling that it would be happening more often.

Ulquiorra watched silently. He was in a room that was only accessible by a tunnel that he found. What was very convenient to him was the fact that he could see the four occupants in the reiatsu proof room, but they couldn't see him. And, as they were in a reiatsu proof room, he didn't have to use Szyale's reiatsu suppressor. He hated that thing, though he'd never admit to it as it was to do as the name suggested: suppress his reiatsu so he could do his mission without detection. 'The father has had nightmares over hurting and losing his son forever. Interesting. Aizen might want to know that,' he thought, jotting down his observations in what Szayle said the humans called a "notebook".

~^BLEACH^~

Ichigo sighed as he woke up. He expected to see the metal beams of an old warehouse he liked to practice, or release pent up anger and frustration, in. Instead, he saw his room ceiling. Sitting up, he looked around. Yeah, it was his room. He was confused, he didn't remember going home. He sighed as he sat up, annoyed slightly due to the absence of memory, though he was somewhat used to randomly appearing in equally random areas. He got up and went to his closet, intent on finding a not school related shirt. He found his answer.

Rukia was sitting in his closet. "About time you got up, sleepy head!" She said, flicking Ichigo in the head before climbing out.

Ichigo sighed as he rubbed his head. "Hey, Rukia," he said, reaching behind her to get the shirt. "Whatcha doin' here…as in my closet?" He grumbled, grabbing her hand and pulling her out carefully as he shut the closet door.

Rukia crossed her arms. "I like it there, now, are we going?" She turned to walk out the door, not really caring if the orange haired teen followed.

Ichigo was slightly more than very confused. "Go where?" He whined, not really wanting to end up in a ditch or lost due to the girl leading him.

Rukia hit Ichigo before grabbing his arm and dragging him down the staircase. "Urahara's, where else?" She said, dragging him out the door.

Inoue was once again going to the Kurosaki house, hoping the substitute shinigami would be there this time, though it had only been hours since she had been there. She was about to knock, when the door opened and a whirlwind of orange, tan, white, and black grabbed her and dragged her along. "Huh?" She said, confused.

Ichigo looked back at his friend who was also stumbling behind Rukia as she dragged them. "Good timing, we were just about to go to Urahara's," he called to her, grabbing one of her arms to help steady her in their mad dash.

Rukia looked back and glared at Ichigo. "Hurry up, Baka!" She said irritably, tugging his arm. She smiled to Inoue. "Hey, Inoue, we're all going to Urahara's!" She smiled cheerily, her entire being going from irritation to cheerful happy in less than point two seconds flat.

Inoue nodded and smiled, running a bit faster to push ahead of the two. "Come on, Kurosaki-kun!" She giggled as she reached Rukia's level, both girls now dragging the boy along.

Ichigo tripped, nearly falling on his face. "Hey!" He yelled, catching his footing. "We're going to the same place, aren't we? Slow down!" He whined complainingly.

The girls just giggled, quickening their pace, making the orange haired teen trip again, leaving him struggling to keep up.

~^BLEACH^~

Ikkaku sighed as he shouldered his zanpakuto. "Why did we come here, again?" He asked, turning to look at Yumichika.

Yumichika flipped his hair out of his eyes with a dramatic flick of his wrist. "You came because you angered Zaraki-Taichou last week. I'm here because you're here. They're here because of orders," he said, taking out a brush and a small mirror to fix his already perfect hair.

Renji glared at the raven fifth. "Don't remind me," he growled, smoothing his red hair back.

Rangiku giggled and tapped the tattooed man's nose. "Don't do that, he'll complain about how ugly glaring is and go on and on about other ugly things," she scolded, not ready to go through the ugly rant so soon after having to deal with it since orders from Yachiru that Ikkaku, and therefor Yumichika, to join the group to the human world.

Yumichika turned quickly to the woman. "That accusation is so ugly! You don't go around accusing people of such things!" He cried indignantly.

Renji hardened his glared as Rangiku glared at the man, too.

Yumichika's eye twitched. "So UGLY!" He shouted. He started to rant on how ugly things were and how he was being surrounded and infected by ugly.

"ENOUGH!"

The four shinigami turned to the voice. They all smiled and bowed their heads politely. They spoke in union, "Gomen Hitsugaya-Taichou."