A/N: So… I told myself I was going to write a part 2 because many people liked it but after this wave of updates… people seem to like the newer chapters more. DO you guys even still like this one?

I don't know anymore…

"I will admit, it is good to finally be out of the shell." The Spirit King revealed as he set the fine tea cup gently on the low table. "It's been a millennium I believe, Ichigo-chan?"

Ichigo nods in agreement as he takes a sip of the tasty flowery tea that Kirio had served them. He should ask her for the mix, maybe one of the retainers in Infernum Castle was good with teas. "It's unfortunate it took so long, but a perfect being is not something that pops up willy nilly."

The other man chuckled at this. "You're being naïve my friend. It's worse when you stop to think that me in stasis means I had no free reign to manipulate things either."

Ichigo huffs but doesn't deny it as he reclines with an extended arm holding his weight. "At least your awake now Akihiko-chan." If the Spirit King was going to call him with such a ridiculous suffix, Ichigo would too. "So what's the plan? Need any help?"

Akihiko hummed in thought, his knowing eyes filling with low key malice that had Ichigo tensing. "Sosuke-chan is causing a mess in both our worlds. How about you take care of him for me?"

The orange head slumped and threw back his head to groan in dismay. "He wants your position though!"

"Well," The Spirit King began with humor. "yes but he's currently somewhat station in Hueco Mundo and the brat is calling himself King of Hollows."

Ichigo straightened up as his expression shifted to a fiery irritation. "Is he now? Why haven't I heard about this?"

"Because he is not stating it out loud and currently, he's under my reign since he's in Soul Society playing captain." Akihiko pointed out. "Hell and Hueco Mundo are yours, sooner or later he will action his plans and move there; I bet you would have heard of it then."

The Flesh King sighed as if this was all a drag before getting off the comfy cushions and standing up. Ichigo gave the still seated Spirit King a scowl before speaking once more. "No complaints about how I deal with your pesky issue, deal?"

The man chuckled and waved a hand in the air as agreement. "Of course Ichigo-chan, I'll leave that to you."

With a final nod of acknowledgement, Ichigo strode out the room and towards the nearest courtyard to teleport back to Hell. He had plans to make and Spirit King wannabes to destroy.

Beelzebub frowned as he followed after Ichigo while the orange head stalked down the long hallway of Infernum Castle and towards the conference room. "I don't like this Ichigo-sama; putting yourself in harms way to kill the man is dangerous."

Ichigo hummed in agreement but didn't back down as he nodded at the demons that opened the big double doors upon his arrival.

The Prince of the Seraphim winced as he continued keeping level with him since his seat was next to Ichigo anyways. "That man is a known inconvenience, why are you going to such lengths?"

Belphegor, aspect of Sloth sighed as if his entire existence was a bother. "Why don't you just send one of us to kill him in his sleep or something?"

Ichigo shook his head as he took the seat at the end of the long table and gave the demon sprawled on the chair an accusatory stare. "Aizen Sosuke is merely a symptom of the rot. We need everyone aware of what is happening so that changes can begin in Soul Society."

"Leave that to Reiō-sama." Satan, aspect of anger, deadpanned from his position on Ichigo's left. "That's not your problem Ichigo-sama."

This was getting annoying; he couldn't help but think. Dealing with the first hierarchy one at a time was already a drag, having to interact with all of them together was just plain torture and Satan was the worst of them all -seriously, Ichigo would need to do something drastic one day to get the Demon to understand his place.

"That's enough." He interrupted the hushed and not so hushed chattering being done across the table. His reiatsu hit them all with diverging levels of strength, but he made sure Satan got the biggest brunt of it -Ichigo felt very satisfied when sweat started gathering at his temple and his expression twisted into discomfort. "The Spirit King has been shouldering the worlds while I was gone; getting rid of this pest the right way should be the least we can do."

Ichigo took a deep breath before raising an eyebrow in question at his counsel. Almost like one unit, all the Demons stood from their chair and thumped their closed fist on their chest with varying levels of enthusiasm.

"Yes, your Majesty!"

Ichigo laid down in his room at Karakura town, wide awake even though it was one am. To be honest, he was not sleepy in the least, and most of the time he could function with a very small quantity of sleep anyways. Things had been somewhat going to plan, after Kuchiki Rukia arrived, Ichigo had taken her powers to 'save his family'. He did feel a bit bad about manipulating events like this, but technically he was just going along for the ride since all this had already been orchestrated by the two master minds and so called leaders of the two sides of the chess game.

Aizen Sosuke.

Urahara Kisuke.

Ichigo had noticed the hogyoku right away and had said nothing to the petite raven head. As a bit of a compensation and apology for the situation, Ichigo had made sure she was as comfortable as possible and even reluctantly bought her some chappy related merch when he could get away with it and not look weird. Obviously, that would not make up for the trauma, but it least he didn't feel like a grade A Asshole.

Abarai Renji and Kuchiki Byakuya had taken Rukia the other day, and Ichigo had made a masterful performance of being taken down by the simple Shinigami. Following along with Urahara Kisuke's plan to 'regain' his powers was a bit more complex because the Shinigami was shrewd and analytic, but some good acting and illusions made by Mammon, aspect of Avarice, had done the trick.

He would be going to Soul Society tomorrow to rescue Rukia, and it would be an interesting excursion. This invasion would also help in making sure the captains got their asses into gear, after all, the progenitor of Quincy would make his move soon and they needed to be prepared.

This will be fun…

"Shiba Ichigo, nice to meet you." He introduced himself to his cousin with a courteous nod and ignored the flabbergasted expressions around him.

Kukaku gave him a once over, her lips pursed in disapproval but not denial before taking a drag of her pipe. "Shiba from where? We Shibas don't do Shinigami anymore, not since those idiots from Central 46 threw some stupid charges on our 36th head; only 37th-sama stayed before dying."

Ichigo nodded in agreement but pressed. "You could say that… 37th-sama is my father and not so dead after all."

The Lady of the Shiba Clan grinned slowly but surely until she had a vicious smile, all teeth on her face.

"Is he?" she asked in wry amusement. "Got a name for me?"

Ichigo quirked a smirk that matched hers for ruthlessness. "Shiba Isshin."

Kukaku laughed, loud and free while the others in the room alternated their baffled expressions from Ichigo to the Shiba Head.

"Wait a second!" Uryu exclaimed a second later as it finally seemed to click in his brain. "Does that mean your Father's a Shinigami too?! I thought you got your powers from Kuchiki."

The orange head's smile widened as he turned to look at the black cat that had stayed silent but no less inquisitive. "I never said that."

Yoruichi's golden eyes flashed with a hint of violence before settling. Looks like she could read underneath the lines perfectly fine. Ichigo wondered if she understood that Urahara Kisuke and Aizen Sosuke were so intent on their chess match that they hadn't noticed that someone was holding their strings.

Probably not.

It didn't matter anyways, she was in Soul Society now, even if she sent a message to the man, nothing could be done.

"That man," Leviathan, aspect of envy, drawled from where he was crouched on the roof next to Ichigo. "is very crafty to fake his death."

Ichigo had subtly ditched the rest of the infiltration team. Orihime and Uryu were in one team while Chad and Ganju were in the other; they would be fine, he has demons covertly tailing them anyways.

"Of course he is, why do you think we're coming about this the way we are?" The orange head pointed out.

Leviathan hummed in acknowledgement, but he continued to observe the Shinigami milling about and looking more nervous now that Aizen had 'died'. "Wait a second!" he exclaimed in shock, his spine straightening as he glanced from the 'bloody corpse' to Ichigo. "You're playing his game!"

Ichigo nodded. "I am."

The demon sucked in a breath. "And you are defeating him at it."

A truly malicious smile curled the edges of Ichigo's mouth as the shadows seemed to writhe under his feet and the air around them grew colder. "What could be more humiliating for a man that so casually proclaims himself a King- a God?"

Leviathan leaned away from his King, more than slightly unnerved by the way the darkness seemed excited. "Your Majesty, you are properly terrifying."

Ichigo cackled, the sound causing shivers to go down the demon's spine -it was very fortunate they had set a barrier to block sight and sound.

"Well, I did spend my formative years in Hell, why would anyone think I would be soft?" Ichigo reminded him.

It truly was a mystery, Leviathan thought, maybe it had to do with the way Beelzebub always hovered protectively over Ichigo since he was seven -always dotting on him and waiting for the little boy hand and foot. The Demon of Gluttony was always in the habit of sharing cute pictures of his King, never mind that with the combination of normal years, stopped time years and all the information and data he got when he sat on the throne, Ichigo was at least two hundred, maybe more.

It must have been a ploy, it had to have been.

"Ban-kai." The raven haired captain muttered as Ichigo continued to push him more and more. To be honest, Ichigo was actually impressed with how the Kuchiki was keeping his cool, maybe he should take this battle a bit more seriously as a sign of respect.

The sixth division captain sent a flurry of sakura petals in his direction and Ichigo stood his ground and made a rhombus in the air. Each corner had a different Kanji on it, one for Water, one for Earth, one for Fire and another for Air. He flicked his finger at it and a barrage of the four elements sprouted from within the shape and destroyed each of the pink petals.

The horrified expression on the Kuchiki made him think he should have held back a bit more.

This was getting boring. All he was doing is parrying with his sealed blade and Shidō. While the Shinigami had their Kidō -Demon way- the Demons had their Shidō -Death way. Seriously, he was extending this battle as much as possible in wait of Aizen's move but he was being slow. How long does it take to do what he needs to do and get to the Sogyoku hill -was he being way lead by a captain? He hoped not, that would probably mean a death and Ichigo had wanted to resolve this with the least amount of casualties as possible. Akihiko would be mutinous if someone died on his watch.

Almost like a reminder of this fact, the broadcast by the 4th division lieutenant began to ring in his ears and Byakuya also paused in his onslaught. It looked like the action was going to finally begin.

Soon enough Aizen Sosuke was standing on the hill, confident and arrogance radiating off of him in waves. The whole Gotei 13 was there too, and more than one of the captains had gotten their ass kicked trying to stop the megalomaniac.

After Aizen had made the poor wolf guy captain suffer a Kurohitsugi, Ichigo stepped forward between Aizen and Rukia.

"Oh?" the brunette drawled in a way that sounded like he was humoring Ichigo. "The Ryoka boy next? Do you think you can stop me where everyone else has failed?"

Ichigo rolled his eyes as he rested a hand on his hip and the other was raised to grasp at thin air like opening a curtain. As he dragged his hand downwards, his image changed from the black Shinigami Shihakusho, to his preferred black kimono with red trimmings and a haori on top. The haori was also black but had stitching of koi fish, branches and a red moon hanging above them. His hair was long and twining with the wind, and the only thing keeping it out of his face was the silver and gold circlet settled on his brow with the large red ruby nestled on his forehead. As he opened his eyes, he knew they shined with an unnatural red color eerily reminiscent of the color of his black on red Getsuga tenshou.

More than one exclamation echoed throughout the hill, but Ichigo's eyes remained on Aizen as he analyzed the furrowed brow on the man and remained hyper aware of his every twitch.

"What… are you?" the man asked, the question tumbling out his mouth before he could properly censor his confusion.

Ichigo's smirk turned predatory. "Shiba Ichigo, Demon King, Prince of all and aspect of pride."

Aizen's eyes narrowed, he had shifted his stance now, and his previously lax hand was settled on his zanpaktou. "Demon King? Why would he bother with mundane affairs, stop lying."

Ichigo took in a breath and sighed. Everyone looked so confused and out of their depths, really, the only one that seemed to vaguely know what was going on, was the old man.

"Oh well," Ichigo drawled before turning to look heavenward. "Don't say I didn't try Akihiko-chan."

More than one person gave him a look like they thought he was a bit touched in the head, but it was obvious he was not just talking to thin air when the sun suddenly and rapidly set even though it was supposed to still be day.

"That's a grudging yes if I ever saw one." The orange head deadpanned before turning his attention back to Aizen. "Akihiko-chan- I mean the Spirit King sends his regards." The brunette tensed. "He would have come to greet you but he's busy dealing with more important things and asked me to handle you instead."

Aizen's whole continence stiffened and his face twisted in anger. "What ridiculous nonsense are you talking about? I will stand above everyone, a new god!"

Ichigo's easygoing posture melted away as he tilted his head and gave the megalomaniac a chilling expression. "See, and this is why I agreed to deal with you." He lifted a waraji clad foot as if to take a step but before anyone could blink, Ichigo was in Aizen's personal space and a hand was almost tenderly wrapped around his neck. "A God? Don't make me laugh." He leaned forward to whisper in the brunette's ear. "Know your place, Aizen Sosuke."

Ichigo pulled away and found a smirk curling his lips as the man struggled to breath and his feet remained frozen on the ground.

"A real God has no troubles in making sure the little silly monkeys do what we want them to do." The orange head revealed. "You were the universes' monkey when you had Shiro attack my mother. Urahara Kisuke was the universes' monkey when he had my father balance my mother's soul. And you were my monkey when I intentionally took Rukia's powers and stormed Soul Society all so I could get here without your suspicion and so the Gotei 13 could see your true colors."

Aizen continued to stay paralyzed but his eyes were wide with a combination of fear, rage, resentment and understanding of what Ichigo had done.

"You really are the Demon King." He spoke lowly, but with how silent the entire area was, everyone heard. "One of the two Godly linchpins of the Worlds." He took a rattling breath and then whispered. "I thought the Flesh God was gone."

Ichigo cackled, the noise low but haunting. "We always come back no matter what."

An eerie silence stretched as no one dared to move in the presence of this all powerful being. Aizen was trapped and couldn't even breath without feeling like a maw was open at his neck so he wouldn't be going anywhere either.

"Your Majesty." The Captain Commander finally called out after what felt like eons. "My I ask, what will be done with the traitor Captain?"

Ichigo hummed before an idea come to mind. "Akihiko-chan wanted him dead, he never said how." He lifted an arm and lightly touched the area where Aizen's heart would be before intoning. "Arrogant organ of blood, freeze and boil, grow numb and erratic. Disrupt sleep, crawling nightmares, eternally self-destructing being. Unite, Repulse, Fill with darkness and know your own powerlessness, Hadō no. ninety, Kurohitsugi.*"

Almost before the next breath is taken, a black and purple box starts forming around Aizen; the Shinigami looked on, wondering how it was working when the incantation sounded all wrong and not how a Kurohitsugi went. But this was different, it was a Kurohitsugi for Shidō, not Kidō, and this Kurohitsugi would wrap the person in it and tuck them away in the between lands. The only thing that would remain would be the still beating heart symbolizing the existence of the person, and it would stop when they completely lost their notion of person. In the meantime, they would see their worst nightmares and never find rest.

Ichigo caught the heart that was left in mid air where Aizen once stood and held it without a care in his hand, not bothered by the blood seeping through his fingers.

"Well," he called out to the Captain Commander and the Shinigami in general. "that's your megalomaniac problem taken care of." Many of those gathered took a step back as he turned in their direction and mostly everyone was pale. The old man held strong and without any hint of discomfort -maybe a less messy death would have put them more at ease (Who cares!).

The Captain Commander took a deep breath and bowed his head. "Your assistance is appreciated, your Majesty."

"No worries." Ichigo waved his free hand while he handed the beating heart to Beelzebub who had suddenly appeared on his right, looking for all the world like a bestowed, vicious puppy. "Make sure to get better so when the Quincy progenitor comes back in three years you guys are more prepared."

More than one jaw slackened while Yamamoto winced.

"Noted."

Not to be continued…

A/N: Question for writers, do you guys ever publish something and frantically await the first comment to make sure what you posted isn't trash? Or is that just me?

Also, is not publishing my new chapters so they are behind, just in case someone was wondering why the number of chapters doesn't match. Hopefully that but will get fixed soon.

Also, FYI, I think my bleach inspiration died… maybe? Just a warning I may go silent again for a while.

*This Kurohitsugi and the idea of Shidō was my own creation, just FYI