Lord Ichigo Kurosaki accepts an invitation to the castle of the former popular Count Sousuke Aizen, and it is the beginning of an elaborate trap. Layers and layers of secrets will be revealed together with the answer of a strange marriage. But is there love in those layers of deception? Will a strong and true heart heal and purify one that was wounded and polluted? AizenxOrihime.

Every year on the anniversary of their separation, the sisters unknowingly share a ritual. It gave them a source of comfort. Written because I miss my own sister xD while we're not in different worlds, we're on different halves...Merry Christmas from Afghanistan! OC involvement BTW

It's Ichigo's final year in High School, and it's time that he was given something. A career choice sheet. Ichigo has no idea what he wants to become.

Substitute Shinigami may be easy to find, but substitute Arrancar Encyclopedia hosts are a totally different story. T for language.

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It was always a fight with them, because neither really understood how not to fight. It was automatic, simple, and as familiar as breathing. It was also addictive, and now that they'd started, they couldn't even think about stopping.

If anything, the oddly unnerving compassion in Ichigo's eyes increased, and he shook his head. "You don't understand, Shiro," he said carefully, as though speaking to a particularly slow child. His eyes were gently pitying. "They're all nuts." (Sequel to Seize the Day)

"Sometimes…." He closed his eyes and sighed softly, knowing what he had to say, for both of their sakes. Then he looked back up, smile still in place—even though holding it there was almost painful. "Sometimes, it just doesn't work out."

'That house has no memory.' Byakuya heard the words, but he could not understand them. After all, such fallacies were simple to write off under the bright sun, passing the borders of the once-grand estate without thought.

Renji stared at the place where his King had been standing a moment before, and then cast a sideways look at Ichigo. "You know," he offered conversationally, "as his bodyguard, I should be pitching a fit right about now."

All Byakuya had ever known was duty. An endless chain of duty and obligation, responsibility and accountability, of never living for himself. It numbed him, after a while.

The plan was flawless. The only thing that Urahara had forgotten to account for in his seduction of Kurosaki Ichigo was, it seemed, Kurosaki Ichigo himself. Crackish.

"Who am I?" He paused, hesitating, then turned a fond, heartbreaking smile on the grave. "Just a stupid boy, who loved a dying man."

"Well," he says, voice carefully measured, "I could stab him with Zangetsu, train him for shikai, and then check to see if Nejibana appears, but I don't think that's the best method to use on a child."

Shiro had chosen the drugs over him. Ichigo had been abandoned far too much over the course of his life to forgive something like that.

Set right after the Zanpakuto Rebellion Arc, an intruder from the Rukon District has somehow managed to get into the Seireitei. The head captain sends Hitsugaya and others on the case to retrieve this intruder. But things take a strange turn when the intruder turns Hitsugaya into a catboy. The question remains: if that's the shikai, what the bankai? ToshiMomo, catboy!Toshiro

If Ichigo is the storm, fierce and powerful and godly in its massive presence, toppling kings without a thought, then Byakuya is the lull, deceptively beautiful and peaceful, hiding a killing intent strong enough to bring down mountains.

After an absence of five months, Ichigo's old boyfriend just showed up on his doorstep. It's a conspiracy, of course.

None of them understood the freedom of an empty night, or the perfection of speed, or the thrill of a hunt—hunter or hunted, it was the same ecstasy in the end. The chase was half the fun.

Ichigo has loved Renji for a long time, but he's tired of hurting. A heart can only take so much before it moves on.

Shiro can't say the words, even though he's been with his lover for years. It takes a push from his bastard cousin to get it out of him, and then there's no going back.

Ichigo didn't know why they called him a hero. He was just like them, just as flawed, just as imperfect. Only one person ever saw that.

It had to be Soul Society affecting him. There was no other explanation for the way Ishida found himself looking at their resident hero, the soul-reaper-who-shouldn't-have-been. Ichigo. But...he couldn't really bring himself to care.

Ichigo wondered what would happen. Was this enough of a draw that Grimmjow felt satisfied? Or would he get up and keep fighting until one of them was dead?

Urahara wondered how he could have gotten so lucky. How many lovers would be content to remain a dirty secret? But he wasn't willing to do that to Ichigo - possible gruesome death by vivisection aside.