Hai, Sensei

Warnings- OOC (Majorly), probably some spoilers, yaoi (less than a line in the first paragraph (Kenpachi/Byakuya), second section slight (Shunsui/Jyushiro), second section has one sided (Kenpachi/Byakuya), third section majoy (Ryuken/Isshin))

Rating- M

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- If only. If only.

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

A/N 1.5- I still haven't fixed the tenth to thirteenth yet, but…I'm trying.

A/N 2- This story has a bit of yaoi thrown in every once in a while in case someone totally missed it. I do try to point it out if there's an actual chunk of it, but a word or phrase or line gets thrown in sometimes and I apologize if that offends anyone.

A/N 2.25- I do try to put it in where there's not a lot of actual plot or development, just relationship development.

A/N 2.5- For actual pairings thus far, though not necessarily in this chapter, there has been Ryuken/Isshin, Shunsui/Jyushiro, Urahara/Soken, one sided Byakuya/Kenpachi. As I go, there will be more added.

A/N 3- I give up on keeping chapters under 5000 words and 10 pages. Oops. Sorry, not too sorry.

A/N 4- Hey, Elfen Children! Thank you so much, you're awesome!

A/N5- Hey, Anna! Thank you, I agree. You're amazing!

When Byakuya woke up, he smiled brightly. For the first time in so many years, he didn't have the horrid nightmare that plagued his nights. He smiled as he thought about the day before, about getting his child and spending time with other captains and Kenpachi and…that…kiss…

Byakuya's face lit up a bright red. He smiled and reached down, finding the now familiar weight of his adoptive child resting against him. He gingerly unwrapped himself from the sleeping child and sat up, stretching carefully as kinks and pops slipped away. He felt more refreshed and awake than he ever had.

The door opened, revealing the servant from the morning prior. He had a tray of breakfast along with the noble's tea set. There was enough food, drink, and utensils for both adoptive father and son.

Byakuya turned to the man and smiled. "Good morning, Quentin," he addressed the man, peeling off his obi from the day before…that he had happened to fall asleep in. He progressed in changing, intent on waking the boy soon.

The servant smiled. "You know my name?" He asked, not expecting the clan head to know the name of a simple servant.

Byakuya smiled to the man as he slipped on a haori, not as affected by the white cloth as he had been the last nine years. "Of course. You are a loyal servant and have been here for ten years. When most everyone thought I should stop being so upset over him, you didn't," he admitted softly, not caring if the man saw him as weak.

Quentin smiled and looked to the boy. "If I may, he's perfect. He compliments you nicely. I predict you'll have a wonderful relationship with him," he said, not too worried about any repercussions he may get for saying such.

Byakuya laughed and turned to his bed. "I agree," he said, bending down and gently picking the boy up, slowly awakening him.

Quentin nodded. "Ukitake-Taichou fell ill, he's at the fourth division…" he whispered, knowing the sixth division captain would want to know.

Byakuya looked to the man, shocked. He nodded, the tears gathered in his eyes threatened to spill over. He looked down to Uryu, pulling him a bit closer and pressing a kiss to the soft blue-black locks. He stayed like that for a moment, too upset to really try to do anything else.

Quentin gave a small sad smile and slipped out of the room, not wanting to disturb the somewhat peaceful moment between father and son.

Uryu slowly woke up, rubbing his eyes drowsily. "Sensei?" He whispered before his eyes somewhat adjusted, his glasses not on and all. He fuzzily saw the noble and smiled. "Byakuya!" He said excitedly, forcing his sleep fogged mind have his arms wrap around the man's neck. He hugged the man tightly. He was happy to be by the comforting man.

Byakuya smiled sadly, not quite sure what to tell the boy about his grandfather, his sensei, nor the thirteenth captain he seemed fond of. He shook it off and went to a door. The door. The one that led to the boy's room. He pushed the door open and entered, putting the now awake child down to explore. He took the boy's glasses off of the dresser top and knelt in front of Uryu, slipping the glasses onto his nose carefully.

Uryu adjusted his glasses a bit and looked up to the man. He smiled brightly and hugged him around his neck. "Arigato!" He said, pressing his shoulder to the man's chest above his heart, feeling his heartbeat.

Byakuya chuckled softly, standing back up and taking the boy's hand. He led him around the room, pointing out different things to him. He was amused by the child's ecstatic reactions to everything, even the simple paintings that he had done around the room.

Uryu was excited! He couldn't believe all that the raven noble had done for him. There was toys and clothes and paintings and everything any kid would ever want. He turned to the man, hugging him as tight as he could, repeating his thanks over and over and over for each new thing he was shown.

Byakuya smiled brightly. He was delighted the boy loved everything. He turned to the bed and gently picked up the overly large bear, kneeling down by the boy. He held it out to the astonished boy. He smiled at how wide and blue the boy's eyes were. They were filled with wonder and hope and love.

Uryu was lost for words. He tentatively reached out, taking the bear in his arms. He looked up at the noble, happy tears welling in his eyes. He hugged the man tightly, overjoyed.

Byakuya smiled and picked Uryu up, carrying him to the bed. He set him down and picked up the outfit still laying on the bed. He gently coaxed the boy to undress and redress in the outfit, carefully doing up the outfit.

Once dressed, Uryu grabbed onto the man's arm tentatively. He pulled himself close to the adult, his bear still somehow in his grasp as he was holding the bear with one arm though it was the same size as him, if not bigger. He hugged the man, whispering his thanks over and over. He was so thankful for everything.

Byakuya smiled and picked the boy up, hugging him tightly. "You're welcome, Little One," he whispered back, carrying the boy with his bear out of the room. He glanced at the breakfast tray and smiled, settling the boy on the bed and fixed up two plates. He gave Uryu one and made enough tea for both of them before settling down by the boy.

They ate and drank in silence, both enjoying the other's company. They were thinking to themselves, Byakuya about how excited he was to have his child and Uryu about how amazing this man is. Byakuya giggled softly seeing the boy's constantly changing expressions.

Uryu looked up at the man timidly. "Byakuya?" He whispered, terrified the man would hate him if he asked the wrong thing.

Byakuya looked to the boy and carefully wrapped an arm around his small shoulders. "Yes, Ury?" He whispered, sipping his tea.

Uryu took a deep breath. "Who am I? Where did I come from? What happened to me? To my memories? I only remember you and Sensei and N'uncle and yesterday. I'm…scared," he whispered, his voice almost inaudible.

Byakuya inhaled sharply, causing the boy to wince. He cringed. "I don't know, my little angel. I don't know," he whispered, hugging the boy, comforting the boy as much as he could.

Uryu nodded, snuggling into the man, his bear by his side. "Thank you," he whispered softly.

Byakuya smiled, picking the boy up and settling him on his hip. "Let's go see Jyushiro, ne?" He said, picking up the boy's bear and handing it to the child.

Uryu nodded, clutching one of the bear's arms in his hand. He laid his head on the noble's shoulder, his hand pressed to the man's heart. He pressed his mouth in a thin line, looking at the old haori.

Byakuya smiled, picking up the old cloak, handing it to the boy. He watched as the boy put it on the bear and tucked it around the furry body. "There! A miniature Byakuya! Byaka!" He heard the child chatter excitedly. He chuckled, holding the child tightly as he used his shunpo.

Ulquiorra sighed as the noble left with the child. He put down his notebook and pen, annoyed he'd have to use Szayle's reiatsu hiding device to follow the pair. He took a deep breath as he slipped the bracelet on. He immediately felt his reiatsu disappear and his body become weaker. "At least the child is adorable," he said out loud, slipping away to follow the adoptive family.

~^BLEACH^~

(Yaoi (Jyushiro/Shunsui) (Kenpachi/Byakuya))

Unohana was kneeling by the prone thirteenth captain. He had yet to wake up from his attack the day before, but it was normal for him to stay asleep.

Shunsui held a pale hand, terrified of losing his best friend and lover. He was sitting next to Jyushiro's side, whispering special little nothings to him. "I love you," he said again, by far the most repeated phrases he ever said. The second was a mantra of "Please, come back to me," which in and of itself was more often than not followed by his declaration of love.

Unohana smiled sadly at the eighth captain as she checked on the sick man's condition using her reiatsu. She found the normal abnormalities concerning the man and his tuberculosis. She shook her head at how much of an oxymoron that was: normal abnormalities.

Shunsui felt hopeless. Helpless. Useless. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to curl around his friend, to protect him. He wanted to take the sickness from his love and bear it himself. He knew it was impossible, but damn it he wanted the man to be okay.

Unohana looked up as she felt a familiar reiatsu coming toward them. She smiled softly and sent a stand of her reiatsu out to lead the noble to the room she was in, figuring he came to visit the older captain.

Byakuya felt the fourth division captain's reiatsu and followed it, finding the woman next to a saddening sight. Jyushiro looked paler than normal. Not only that, but he looked so tired and frail and helpless. It made him want to cry.

Uryu looked at the sick man and wanted to cry. Though he had only spent a small amount of time with the pale captain, he liked him a lot. He pulled away from Byakuya's neck and slid down the man's leg. He pulled Byaka closer to him as he walked towards the sleeping man. He threw a glance to the noble before walking to Jyushiro's side by Shunsui. He lay down by the man, cuddling into his side under the arm whose hand Shunsui was holding. He was determined to try to give the patient man comfort. He didn't too much care he was in the way, he pressed himself as close to the man as he could and wrapped an arm over the gently rising and falling chest, hand gently over Jyushiro's weakly pulsing heart.

Shunsui smiled sadly, finding the actions vaguely familiar to ones he had done once upon a long time ago. He shifted to lay down by his lover next to the boy. He kept the cold hand in one of his and laid his other arm under his head so he could still watch the man's face. He slipped a leg over both of the sleeping man's just to reassure himself he was still there.

Byakuya smiled at the little group laying down. He knelt and took off his clan scarf, tucking it around his child before removing his haori and laying it over him as well. He went to Unohana, who had been watching them, and sat next to her. "Would it be okay if he stays for a bit? I didn't quite plan this through when I heard Ukitake-Taichou was here. I have yet to run drills with the squad and had planned to bring him after we stopped in, but I don't see Ury leaving Jyushiro's side anytime soon," he said, not wanting in the slightest to leave his child, but not willing to pull him away either.

Unohana smiled brightly, knowing that it was going to be nigh on impossible to move the child. "Of course he can. He won't cause any trouble," she said sincerely, standing to grab a few blankets and pillows. She shooed him out the door and turned back to the group, laying a blanket on them and setting the rest by next to Shunsui.

Shunsui smiled and readjusted the blanket a bit. "Thank you, Unohana-Taichou," he said softly, shifting a bit to slip himself closer to the boy. He looked up as the woman gave him a pillow, smiling and slipping it under Uryu. He chuckled as the boy wiggled against him, pulling his bear to lay on top of himself.

Unohana giggled and pulled away, setting the pillows near Shunsui. She slipped out of the room, but before she shut the door, she heard the eighth captain's deep voice start to rumble out a story. She smiled and left them in piece.

Byakuya was walking towards the training grounds, concentrating all his attention and strength on not running back and cuddling his child. He didn't notice anyone in front of him until he bumped into them, causing him to fall down flat on his back. He looked up, seeing the large, hulking form of the eleventh division captain. He scowled slightly, annoyed.

Kenpachi smiled as he looked down at the form of the sixth division captain. "Yer hot down there. Like you wanna get a good fucking," he said brazenly, making the noble blush and glare.

Byakuya attempted to get up, but the other captain dropped down to straddle his hips. "Go away you big oaf!" He exclaimed, not liking his situation one tiny bit.

Kenpachi smiled and leaned down. "If ya agree to me, sure. Then I'll just hafta wait 'til night, when Cutie's all put ta bed 'n' asleep," he whispered in the noble's ear. He rocked his hips against the man's slightly, making sure the noble understood his attentions.

Byakuya's glare intensified. "What has gotten into you that you have turned into this…" he gestured at the man's general countenance, "Sex orientated machine?" He asked, trying to wiggle out from under the man.

Kenpachi smirked. "You," he said, licking the noble's cheek. "Though, it's not that I'm full of you, but that you'll be full of me," he whispered, pressing his lips to the noble's.

Byakuya fought against the man. Hard. He managed to pull away enough to speak. "I have to get to my division to train. Get off. If you wish, we can discuss this later in a much more private setting," he said, not willing to risk getting caught by someone who would get the wrong idea any longer.

Kenpachi sighed and got up, pulling the noble up with him. "Fine, just kiss me," he demanded.

Byakuya sighed and hesitantly pressed his lips to the large man's in a chaste kiss. He turned to go, but his arm was grabbed.

Kenpachi was a bit upset. "That wasn't a kiss; that was a butterfly peck. I want and actual kiss damn it!" He said, somewhat childishly. He grabbed the noble and pulled him close, pressing his lips once more to the noble's. He ran his tongue along the noble's bottom lip, but he was not granted entrance. He slid a hand up to the man's cheek and pressed his thumb to the corner of Byakuya's mouth. Using his tongue and thumb, he pried the unwilling lips open and slipped inside. He placed his thumb between the perfect rows of teeth as his tongue ran along inside the warm cavern. He felt the teeth try to close against his thumb, to bite off the invading intruder, but all he got was blood from the wounds.

Byakuya tasted blood in his mouth slip to the back of his throat, threatening to choke him. He swallowed, drawing a moan from the heavily scarred man. He fought as best he could, until he felt something pressing against him. He stopped. Sure enough, the bump pushed against his abdomen again, pressing harder. He almost let out a moan, it felt so good. His eyes widened at the realization. He jerked his knee up, causing the man to rip away with a roar.

Kenpachi. Was. Pissed. And hurt, but he'd worry about that later. The going was just getting good and the noble had detached from him? That was not going to fly. He grabbed the man's neck and picked him up, throwing him against a nearby tree. Before the man could regain his senses, he picked him back up and pushed him into said tree, attacking his mouth once more, slipping his other hand between the noble's legs. He was about to start rubbing when a familiar weight jumped onto his shoulder.

Yachiru was happy to see her father. She jumped on his shoulder, not caring what he was doing to whomever he was with. "Kenny!" She shouted excitedly, getting him to pull away from the other figure. "Byakkun!" She smiled as she reached over to the flushed man and poked his cheek. "What're ya doin'?" She asked innocently, pulling her hand back in case the noble decided to try to bite her finger like a certain bald headed third seat had when she had been poking him upon telling him to go to the human world the afternoon before.

Byakuya sighed as he pulled away. "Good bye, Zaraki-Taichou, Kusajishi-Fuku-Taichou," he said, slipping away to go to his division to do drills.

Kenpachi smirked and chuckled. "Don't worry about it," he said, using his shunpo to run off to his favourite tree to nap.

Yachiru sighed and hung on tightly, somewhat confused by the dismissive behavior of her superiors.

~^BLEACH^~

(Yaoi Ryuken/Isshin, changed rating just to be safe as I know I wouldn't want any seventh graders I know personally face to face that are teens reading it...I only mean to offend the middle schoolers I know from my school, none others)

Ryuken woke up to what he found to be one of the most heavenly scents: coffee. Granted, he preferred tea, but in the mornings, it was the best thing ever. Well, second to best as he found he much rather preferred a certain musky male scent…that…was…not…there…

Isshin smiled as he waltzed around the kitchen, making breakfast. He knew he'd have to go get Ryuken up soon, but was prepared to offer the ultimate morning peace offering chip: black coffee. It had worked all the time when they used to hang out more, so…he was willing to try it. Getting a cup of the hot liquid, he went to the stairs, intent on bringing it to the man. He stopped.

Ryuken was slowly walking down the staircase, looking up at the ceiling to clear his mind of the nagging thought that not only was his child was gone, but the man who had comforted him. He heard a crash and looked down, seeing said man surrounded by what looked like his favourite cup now in shards and coffee. His eyes narrowed suspiciously.

Isshin looked up at the beautiful man in front of him. He didn't even notice the broken ceramic around him as he walked up the staircase slowly, not wanting to scare the man and ruin the moment. He reached the man and said not a word, moved not a muscle for a few moments, letting the serene scene pass between them. He leaned. He kissed. He cried.

Ryuken felt the pressure on his lips and kissed back, closing his eyes and fervently kissing the man. He placed his hands on the man's cheeks, feeling hot tears spilling down. He pulled the man closer as he moved back. He half sat, half leaned on the stairs, Isshin laid out on top of him. He pulled the man onto him completely, letting the weight of the man push the steps into his back, leaving bruises. He knew that he would not make it into work that day as tears dripped down his own cheeks, the hands he hadn't known were on his hips moved to his own cheeks, the kiss deepening.

Pain. Happiness. Fear. Frustration. Anger. Tension. Love. Lust. There were so many reasons each were crying, but neither would be able to ever explain it. They didn't need to, though, because the other knew exactly the reason. They pulled away from each other for but a moment. Lips clashed again in a fury of emotions and hands moved, leaving bruises and scratches in their wake even though neither meant to hurt the other.

Isshin felt nails try to bite into his back as his own moved down to a thin waist and to hips, leaving bruises. He knew that they would regret this later, that they would regret the ferocity this was progressing at, but he also knew that, right now, neither cared.

Ryuken arched up into the tan doctor, feeling heat grow and the pleasure build. He moaned and slipped a leg around one of Isshin's, trying to pull him closer. He felt hands slide to his ass and pull him up, causing him to wrap his legs around Isshin's waist.

Isshin smirked as he somehow stood, picking the pale Quincy up and carrying him down the stairs. He placed him on the counter, keeping Ryuken close to him as he grabbed the coffee pot sloppily with one hand. He poured a cup of the drink and took a sip. He pressed his lips to pale ones and slipped his tongue inside, passing the coffee from his mouth to the other one. He moaned as he heard a whimper.

Ryuken pushed closer to the larger man, pulled him closer using his legs. He felt the man's erection straining against him as his own pressed against his abdomen. He needed release, and he needed it now.

Isshin smirked at how desperately the other man was moving against him, pressing to him, rubbing along him. He pulled back, hearing a whine of dismay, and opened the man's trousers. He slipped his hand inside the cloth and rubbed, feeling the man buck.

Ryuken keened. It felt so good to have someone fisting him like that, so hot and hard. He bucked up into the hand, moaning heavily. He leaned into the man's shoulder, pressing his mouth to the tan neck. He sucked on the flesh, his hands grasping at the man's back.

Isshin smiled and tightened his grip on the hot, hard flesh. He pressed his thumb to the slit, loving the scream it tore from the man. He felt the arching man shiver under him, making him smile wide. He kept the constant pressure of his hand, not moving it to draw out the reaction.

A phone rang.

Ryuken was jolted out of his own version of heaven as Isshin swore, pulling away. He looked hazily at the man as he answered his cell. He heard the frustration and anger in the man's voice as he snapped he'd be there soon. "What is it?" He asked softly, his voice still so full of lust.

Isshin smiled as he pulled the man off the counter and set him on his feet, opening his own fly. He grabbed both of their erections and rubbed them together, causing the man to keen. "I gotta go in the office for a couple appointments," he said sadly, tightening his grip as the man rocked into the grip.

Ryuken nodded, erratically thrusting into the grip. "Okay, I'll go with you," he said hoarsely, trying to find his release soon.

Isshin smiled and leaned into the man's neck. "Don't you have work?" He asked, slipping a hand to tangle into silver hair.

Ryuken scoffed softly as he bared more of his neck to the man. "I don't think I can go today. I'll do research to see how other offices are run," he gasped out, feeling a tight coil burn deep in his groin area.

Isshin smirked and nipped the man's neck. "Naughty, naughty, Ryuken. I'll have to punish you for that," he said seductively before sucking on the pale throat.

Ryuken moaned and rocked harder to the man. "Yes, Doctor, punish me," he moaned out lustfully, feeling himself acquire even more pleasure from that statement.

Isshin was quickly becoming undone. He moved the hand in silvery white hair down to the man's ass, burying it into his pants. "I will tonight, Love," he whispered, slipping his middle finger between his cheeks, rubbing once at the tight muscle there.

Ryuken came, practically screaming the tan man's name. He was arched like a tight bow.

Isshin harshly bit down, feeling blood seep into his mouth as he came, muffling his own cry of the other's name.

The men slowly came down from their high, neither one of them regretting it in the slightest. They slowly detached, making Isshin chuckle at how covered in cum the other was. Ryuken was a bright red, both from their activities and from the massive blush he had.

Isshin shook his head and pulled the other to him, zipping him back up. "Let's go, you can wear some of my clothes when we get there," he said, pulling the man to the door.

Ryuken's blush worsened. "W-wait! We are covered in…in…" he tried to argue, but his blush just reddened him even more.

Isshin smirked and reached into a nearby closet, pulling out two pristine doctor cloaks. "We'll wear these, Patient," he said in a low tone, teasing the man.

Ryuken went such a dark red, Isshin was sure he'd forever be stained pink after it 'faded'.

~^BLEACH^~

Urahara woke up slowly, encased in the large, tan arms. He pressed closer to the teen before pulling away, unwrapping himself. The arms tried to tighten around him, but placing a hand on the broad cheek loosened the grip once more. He slipped out of his bed and moved to his desk, writing a note to the man.

Sado,

I'm out making breakfast. That or tea. I might even be dealing with customers. Or the group that came last night. I'm not gone, just doing something. If I finish or get a few minutes and you aren't up and/or about, I'll be right back where I was.

Urahara.

He took a moment to look over the letter, then crossed out Urahara before writing Kisuke. He took a deep breath and put it on the pillow next to Sado, feeling too much like someone slipping out of an unknown bed after a one night stand…even though it was his bed and they didn't have sex. He'd look closer at that feeling later.

He slipped out of the room, heading to the kitchen. He started making a breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and hash browns. He didn't make bacon. He hated bacon. Mainly because Soken had hated bacon, but he had refused to alter that after the man had died and he still, after all these years, refused to even make the meat.

Noba slipped into the room behind Urahara, pressing a hand to the man's back. He would never admit it, but it was one of his favourite things: feeling muscles work under his fingertips. He felt the man stiffen for a moment then relax.

Urahara smiled as he leaned back into the inquisitive fingers. "Hello, my dearest Noba," he whispered softly, hoping that the man wouldn't leave, wouldn't stop. "How are you?" He asked, genuinely concerned for his favourite, don't tell the others that, mod-soul.

Noba smiled softly, putting more pressure into his fingers. "Hello, Kisuke-san. I'm well. How are you?" He asked, voice slightly above a whisper.

Urahara smiled as he flipped his pancakes. "I'm glad you are, I was worried how you would react to so many people around," he answered quite chirpily, feeling better…for the moment.

Noba's smile widened as he wrapped his arms around the man and hugged him from behind, his chin on the man's shoulder. "Thank you, for my friend," he whispered, quite excited over this new development in his near non-existent social life.

Urahara smiled as he pressed his cheek to the hooded one near to his. "You're most welcome, my sweet, sweet Noba," he whispered, finishing making breakfast for the many hungry people that were soon to come down. "Eat, Young One, you'll need to in order to keep up your energy," he whispered, handing him a plate.

Noba took it and grabbed one for the blonde. He handed it to him. "I will if you will," he countered and waited for an answer.

Urahara took a deep breath and nodded, taking the plate from the other. He moved behind the other to get food. They moved to a nearby counter, putting their plates down and eating in silence.