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Prismatics: Pigmenting Lucidity	By : Snowway32 Category: Bleach > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 2463 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of the characters there within, it belongs solely to Kubo Tite. This is purely for my own pleasure, I make no money from this.

Chapter List
- 1-Prismatics: Pigmenting Lucidity
- 2-Prismatics: Pigmenting Lucidity Part 2
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Right my honeys, this is my birthday fic. And Ichigo's too, it would seem. The updates will be falling over both dates. Perhaps part 2 will be posted later than my own birthday but I'm rather busy this week and I may not get a chance to actually sit down to write again until Friday. That's on my birthday itself. Please also know that I'm a bit sick, don't expect part 2 too soon. I just want to get it started so long because is a present to myself and this is my favourite pairing.

There will be warnings for this story so please note them, I'm not going to go into too much detail because I can't really think of much to say. This story is fairly light hearted but it can become much darker in Part 2. Part 2 is also still being developed even when I know that it will contain a threesome. So the warnings stand like this, please heed them well:

Prismatics: Pigmenting Lucidity contains: M/M/M Lemons, M/M (established twin-cest), Completely AU Modern Japan Setting (University Professor/ Student), Rare Pairing, Twin-cest, Incest, Mugetsu!Ichigo, Blind!Ichigo. Threesome, intense lemon, a bit of angst, the established twin-cest relationship will be 'open'(meaning the neither Mugetsu and Ichigo are going to mind much about displaying public affection). Mugetsu and Ichigo have doppelganger appearances. Meaning they both possess black hair. This story may also be told mostly from Haschwalth's perspective as well as Mugetsu's.

The pairing for this fic is: Jugram Haschwalth (ユーグラム・ハッシュヴァル) x Shiba Ichigo (志波一護) x Shiba Mugetsu (志波無月)

This is just the introduction to the story, the content…it's quite extensive and detailed so this may end up becoming more than just a two-shot but we'll see how I feel about it. That's all that I can think about for now, I ask that you please turn back if any of the warnings have put you off.

Also to kindly ask for my German readers NOT to point out my mistakes. I apologize for them here, and humbly point out that I am only fluent in Afrikaans. Mistakes pointed out makes me feel inadequate.

I'll see you at the end of the chapter, please enjoy my honeys.

Prismatics: Pigmenting Lucidity

Six-ten PM, Friday. The exact moment where the last lecture of the day was marked to come to an end. For the small suburban town, hidden in the outskirts of Karakura, it was the typical ringing of several melodic bells that shattered the late afternoon and studios quiet of the prestigious and much esteemed S University (1*). Hailing from a hundred and twenty years before to become one of the most respected landmarks of the town itself, it was an educational institute that many tried but failed to enter regardless of family status or the level intelligence that they possessed. The professors and lecturers that taught here were all carefully selected, each the top of their field just as the students were chosen by the level of success and the pure potential that they displayed in the chosen fields of their study. It was the starting point and endpoint for highly prosperous careers that were driven, at times, by pure ambition or simply by pure talent. Both the students and teachers, without fail, would always fall into one of these two categories. And only for the select few that leaned more towards harnessing pure talent, did S University become a place that was a beloved home just as much as it was a place to excel in their passions to the highest degree available within the country itself.

For Jugram Haschwalth, the newly appointed Professor of German Studies and the Head of the Western Foreign Language Department, S University was a new home away from his true home that was situated several thousand miles from where he currently resided. The second semester of that year had already started earlier that week, the mid-autumn weather causing howling winds to chase hauntingly across both modern and older styled buildings that had been structured to reflect the old and new western eras that had influenced tertiary education in Japan during the mid-eighteen hundreds. It had only been several weeks since he himself had started living within the foreign country itself, but every day he could still find the most interisting deviations in culture to capture his attention for hours on end. At only twenty-six years of age, Haschwalth was considered a true genius in his field just as much as he was considered a figurehead for the mastery of Comparative German Literature. He had been chosen very carefully for this prestigious position, a Professor of only three years that had made his mark on the academic world within an incredibly short span of time. The quiet flow of his steady tenor was interrupted quite rudely late that October afternoon however, by the resounding and melodic bells that signalled his current lecture hour coming to an end.

Notably making several of his fourth-year German Literature students shift restlessly in their seats as a response, the young Professor was certain that in those moments they were mentally preparing themselves to yield to the call of the weekend and the usual Friday night mayhem that was sure to descend upon Karakura within minutes. Out of respect for his position though and the fact that he was still in the middle of a sentence, they had not yet started to pack away their things to disrupt the first introductory lecture of that year. Allowing for a soft sigh of disappointment to spill from pale lips, intense pale blue eyes scanned the recesses of his private lecture hall and took in the thirty-five carefully selected students of his most advanced class. It was still too early to distinguish them by name and appearance though, so he made a mental note of the restless ones to reference as 'impatient troublemakers' before finishing off his interrupted thoughts and dismissing them with a reminder that his office hours during the week was the time where they could approach him with questions not answered in class. It was also a way for them to get a hold of him should they need his assistance with assignments and administrative questions that could only be discussed in private.

That was all it was however, Haschwalth was very quick to remind the more interested of his female and male students. The doors to his offices were permanently sealed to those seeking his attention for extracurricular and illicit activities. He was well aware that his foreign appearance of long hip-length blonde hair, striking pale blue eyes and tall, lithe frame was a rarity in this school that was often not seen…especially on a person that was so close in age to many of his own students. He had already been forced to deal with the whispers and boldly gossiping woman all week, both within the faculty of teachers and students alike. The twenty-six-year-old German Professor really did not need any more unwanted attention than what he was already getting. He was simply here to teach, indulge himself in the challenge of adapting to another culture and expanding on his already vast knowledge that encompassed the entirety of his intensely focused subject. Haschwalth's cold and distant appearance was not just for show, his stoicism and detached personality was something that was unmovable for others' indulgences in childlike and petty fancies. Glancing downwards absently to note the passage of time on an intricate silver wristwatch, elegant fingertips rested a copy of Heinrich Von Kleist's Prince Of Homburg; upon his right thigh as he pushed stylish, light blue reading glasses up his nose.

'Auf Wiedersehen, Schüler (2*). Stay out of trouble this weekend.' Tsking irritably as several of the more bold students of his class rushed towards the exits before the words of dismissal had truly left his lips, the blonde haired Professor busied himself by gathering immaculately kept notes and seating himself behind the general desk that was situated close the lecture podium. At the rate things were going, it wasn't even going to be two minutes before the lecture hall was empty of all students but himself. But that was fine with him, the older male was finally given a chance to drag elegant fingertips through straight golden bangs that tumbled teasingly into his eyes and tickled across his cheeks the moment that he removed stylish reading glasses and sealed them away in a black leather casing with a distinctive snap. It had been a busy day, he thought absently. A tired sigh flowing briefly from pale lips as the blonde haired teacher reached behind him for an elegant white trench-coat to shield against the rising autumn chill that was sneaking in from several open windows. Throwing it over his shoulders several seconds later, it easily complimented the neat white pants that were sensually accentuating long legs and the short-sleeved white collared shirt and sleeveless light blue jumper settled below.

Allowing for neat white shoes to scuff against the carpet in thought, Haschwalth leaned his head back to conceal the rapid blinking of pale eyelids as thick golden lashes fluttered irritably at the artificial light that was searing rather painfully across sensitive blue eyes. Fortunately for him, the sudden and excitable chatter of his students died down abruptly once the lecture hall doors clicked shut. It was finally blissfully quiet, the fair haired Professor reaching forward to shuffle through several notes as he went over the small class list one more time. Something important was niggling in the back of his mind, forcing him to double check that he had covered all his points and information that was expected of a class this far into their specialized degrees. The packet of information that he had specifically been given for his fourth-years, was fairly extensive as he frowned deeply in thought. There was an indistinguishable sound swimming into the range of his hearing a few seconds later, a set pattern of taps ringing out against marble floors every few seconds as he eventually forced himself to stop reading the letter he had received from the Dean that morning. The distracting sound was only getting louder and louder now, the distinctive echo of near silent footsteps accompanying the disruption as stoic pale blue eyes glanced upwards curiously to discern the origins of the sound's source.

The fact that Haschwalth had a firm grip settled around the edges of his papers, was a small relief as he took in the astounding sight that came to a halt in front of his desk. Elegant black nailed fingertips were reaching upwards to brush curiously against an obstacle that it had encountered, a right hand curled regally around the end of a long white and red cane as the source of the tapping sound finally made itself known and a sharp breath of surprise was instantly tugged into resisting lungs. Thick, flowing thigh-length pitch black locks were spilling all around a tall, lithe frame; swaying evocatively behind a straightened back where it was tied back neatly in a high ponytail by two red belled tassels and luscious strawberry red lips remained set in a perpetual scowl of irritation. The noticeable and unusual sharp angled yellow glasses, balanced on the bridge of a straight nose, was partially concealing a stark array of thin, marring white scars that dragged mournfully across stubbornly closed eyelids and pale temples. Scruffy and messy black bangs were also flopping forward protectively, skittering across a furrowed forehead to draw attention away from the undeserving damage that had been dealt to astoundingly beautiful features as Haschwalth found himself regretting the fact that he was not given a chance to look upon the depths of blinded eyes.

He was sure that they were just as expressive and attractive as the youth's appearance was. Stoically taking note of the usual array of casual clothes that most of his students wore some variation of in this country, Haschwalth secretly admired the way that tight black jeans conformed sensually to long legs and accentuated thin hips. A tight, long-sleeved carmine shirt was artfully drawing attention to a perfectly sculpted abdomen, flawlessly tanned skin peeking out tantalizingly where a red shirt had ridden upwards slightly and a black and red chequered zip-up hoodie displayed sleeves that had haphazardly been rolled up to allow for more freedom of movement. A black messenger bag was slung comfortably over a left shoulder, white sneaker clad feet stepping forward cautiously now that an obstacle had been identified as the glint of a silver skull pendant and an intricate array of twining black chains and several belts complimented the spiked leather bracelet that was curled around a left wrist. A curious black head was also tilting to the side at the small noise of surprise Haschwalth had made, a soft tinkle of amused laughter echoing into the air as the black haired student dragged the tip of a pierced pink tongue across luscious lips to wet their sudden dryness and a small smirk tickled the plush surface rather playfully for the deep frown that was furrowed between pitch black brows.

'Pardon my silent steps, Hakase (3*). ' A lilting tenor breathed softly, completely captivating the blonde haired Professor's attention as he still struggled to snap himself back into reality. He wasn't one that was affected by attraction and interest often, his attention had never truly been captured by the need to search for companionship and physical attraction. But this being, he was something that the fair haired German had not yet seen before. He often admired physical beauty, even appreciated it from a distance but this child…it was almost as if he was standing in the presence of something transcendent of reality. The sheer sensation of that intense aura was licking at pale skin, sinking into the depths of an erratically bearing heart as Haschwalth parted his lips for a shaky sigh to hopefully find some of his slipping control. 'I apologize for my startled reaction, I should pay more attention to my surroundings.' He whispered quietly, lidding pale blue eyes thoughtfully as he shifted forward in his seat so that long legs crossed nonchalantly and elegant fingertips placed several papers aside with a small tap. Strawberry red lips parted with a gentle smile though, a small hum of curiosity spilling from the teen's throat before stubbornly closed eyelids flickered open in a lidded gaze to display milky-white orbs that were carefully hidden behind the see-through barrier of playful but fitting yellow glasses.

'It's alright, Professor. My brother tells me often that I walk far too quietly for a blind person. You wouldn't be the first to get startled by my sudden appearance. Although, I must say that I prefer your very quiet reaction to the some more vibrant and lively ones I've been forced to endure over the years. Old habits die hard in our family, I'm afraid.' Listening intently to the flow of a soft tenor, Haschwalth felt a shiver race up his spine when the blackette's lilting voice caressed his ears in perfectly spoken Japanese before the teen briefly widened his satisfied smirk and dipped forward in a respectful bow. 'Pardon my late introduction. I am Shiba Ichigo, the unfortunate and only special needs student of your fourth-year class. And I say unfortunate, Professor, because I am unable to match an image to the sound of very beautiful voice. Sometimes the curse of going blind after fifteen years of perfect sight is quite mournful. But it is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance after a very enjoyable first lecture, I look forward to attending this class much more now than last semester.' Filing away the surprising array of information that he had just been given in the depths of his mind, Haschwalth forced himself to his feet several seconds later as he stoically captured a heavy textbook from tumbling to the floor when unseeing fingertips pushed against the book's spine too hard.

'Careful, Shiba Ichigo. The desk is full of hazards. An inch more to the left and your fingers will knock over a glass. I shall make sure to arrange this space and my office more carefully for next time.' Quickly waving aside the protesting tenor that told him he did not need to do it specifically for that reason alone, Haschwalth was quick to appease the concern and anxiety his statement seemed to have caused in the black haired teen. 'Please, Ichigo. If I had been informed earlier of a special needs student in my class then I would have been more prepared than this. I think that I should be the one to apologize for not being aware of your presence until just now. The information seems to have been omitted in the daten (4*) I've been supplied for this class. I'll have to talk to Student Relations about this.' The intensifying frown that he was given in return, was a sight that Haschwalth enjoyed glimpsing regardless of the blind teen's clear irritation that it betrayed. Shiba Ichigo truly was beautiful, just like a fallen angel as the student seemed to instinctively lean forward the moment that the blonde Professor walked out from behind his desk and leaned his hip against the edge to subtly bring himself closer to the blackette. He had the strangest need to bathe himself in the captivating presence that was flowing across his skin and—.

'Che, this wouldn't be the first time that the Oyaji forgot to inform one of my teachers of my disability. Please don't concern yourself with this matter, Hakase. I'll make sure to straighten out my father's incompetence—.'

'Your father?' Haschwalth asked confusedly, watching intently as black nailed fingertips lifted to caress a stylish black watch curled around a right wrist for several seconds of thought. Flipping open small section of black glass on top before using the pads of gentle fingers to read the placement of the dials within, the blonde haired German was gifted one more teasing smile before careful steps turned Ichigo around after he had found his placement in the lecture hall. Before Haschwalth could ask if he needed to offer some assistance, his concerns were waved aside with a soft chuckle and the steady tap, tap, tap of a guiding cane searching for unseen obstacles. 'The Oyaji, when not sleeping the day away in his office, Professor, is the Assistant Head of the Medicinal and Surgical Department. That's if his lazy ass actually decides to do something productive for a change. It's close to six-thirty now, just about time that Mugetsu-nii and I forced the old man awake before heading home. I apologize for the trouble and please don't concern yourself about me getting lost and walking into walls. My mobility around this part of the campus is fairly well versed, my brother is also on the other side of the door by now to guide me further. Since my father has neglected to inform you of my presence, however, I'll probably see you again soon to discuss the smaller details of my needs.'

'It was a pleasure meeting you, Professor Haschwalth.' And that was that, pale blue eyes following the hypnotic sway of long locks that cascaded like a waterfall of pure midnight behind carefully controlled footsteps as his student found the door with considerable ease and he was only given a brief glimpse of another astounding form already waiting patiently on the other side of the threshold. Before the door could swing shut abruptly, he had to stop himself from childishly rubbing his eyes because he not sure that he truly believed that he had just caught sight of a slightly taller identical twin that had been dressed with one of the lab coats that the medical and science departments were known for outside his lecture hall. The startlingly vivid image of those mirroring black locks, spilling over a left shoulder and intense crimson eyes briefly having collided with his gaze to acknowledge his presence, was forcing another shaky sigh from parted lips as Haschwalth closed his eyes for several seconds to collect himself. There was a deadly teasing smirk curling across his lips seconds later, the fair haired German firmly locking away the astounding images that he had just been given to revel in much later.

Within his heart, the displacement that he had felt when leaving his guardian and mentor behind in Germany to pursue this part of career; completely fell into the recesses of his mind where he was sure, just this once, that he could give himself some freedom from the stricter parts of his fiercely controlled personality. Japan it would seem was the home to not one but two Stürzen Schwarze Engel (5*), both that had captured his entire attention in mere minutes and ignited an unexplored want within him to claim them all for himself. Pale blue eyes were lidding in a dangerous and intense gaze, a seductive smirk deepening the haunting expression of sheer sovereignty that crossed stoic features as the twenty-six-year-old Jugram Haschwalth absently gathered up his books and papers before putting them away in a neat light blue laptop bag.

'Die Freude ist mein (6*), Shiba Ichigo. I look forward to working with you just as much.' The flow of his first language was like dark chocolate dripping from the tip of a cultured tongue, the seductively purred words echoing around the large lecture hall before a calm breath of gentle control caressed pale lips and a startling flash of sheer determination and pure lust saturated fathomless pale blue dephts in mere seconds. Perhaps Haschwalth had just found what he had unconsciously been looking for all his life, more than just one muse to fuel the fire of possessiveness and need within him to claim another for eternity.

Oh yes, Japan was indeed full of the most interesting and exotic creatures. Especially the Stürzen Schwarze Engel that came in insatiable pairs born purely to captivate the essence of his desires so irrevocably.

1* - S University – Students tend to refer to Universities in Japan only by the letter of the name it starts with. In this fic, because it's AU, it's Seireitei University.

2* - Auf Wiedersehen, Schüler – Untill we meet again, students/pupils.

3* - Hakase – Respectful way to refer to one's Professor

4* - Daten – Data/Information Packet

5* - Stürzen Schwarze Engel – Fallen/Dethrone Black Angel(s)

6* - Die Freude ist mein – 'The pleasure is mine'

Right, there you have it. Thank you so much for reading, this marks the start on my birthday fic and I am very happy with it so far. If I could ask for a small review in return I'll be very grateful to you, it would truly mean a lot. Other than that, I don't have much more to say.

Please feel free to ask any questions, I'll answer them to the best of my ability. But for now, I have other things to do. I have a very busy week ahead. My next update may only be sometime after the weekend on next week Monday but hopefully I won't take that long to get it written or get carried away by something else.

Yours Always

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