Adult-FanFiction.org : Bleach

A Shifting of Life	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > General Views: 20784 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of the characters. Tite Kobe does. I make absolutely no money from this or any fanfiction I write.

Chapter List
- 11
- 12
- 13
Title: A Shifting of Life

Fandom: Bleach

Part: 11

Series: A Shifting World

Characters/Pairings: Ikkaku/Keigo, Orihime, Mizuiro, Tatsuki, Unohana, Sado, Ishida, Ulquiorra, Isshin, Urahara, Jushrio, Shunsui, Hitsugaya

Warnings: Mean Orihime

Word count: 1,355

AN: I wish to state right now that the situation with Orihime is cleared up in the long run and the bit with Aizen is covered in A Shifting of Perspective, which is story 2.
Just please wait for it. Thank you.
*~*~*~*
Blinking at the outburst, the group turned to the one who had yelled the words, finding Orihime standing in her spot, scowling. They stared at the young girl who was looking less than pleased at the moment due to something or another.
“What’s not right?” Kenpachi asked as he nearly snarled at the way Ichigo had a hurt, confused puppy look on her face. It reminded him to much of Yachiru when she had a cold, making the need to protect her rise up in him. It was really an odd feeling that made him shifting in his seat. His reiatsu writhed around him in a barely controlled manner as he frowned at Orihime.
“This is all so wrong! Aizen can not be good in any way, shape or form, Ichigo should not be a female, and by the looks of it, attracted to guys,” Orihime yelled, stamping her foot. Ichigo found herself trying to hold back tears at the sudden stab of pain and confusion. “Ichigo is a guy. Not a girl...a female, whatever! He’s supposed to be the strong one, the hero! He’s not supposed to be listening to the ones who tried to kill all of us and stand next to one of the people who tried to personally kill him!”
Ulquiorra started to snarl softly at her, Ichigo’s hand on his arm the only thing stopping him from jumping at her. The others were all surprised by the venom that laced every word that came from Orihime’s mouth.
Ichigo put her teacup down and squeezed Ulquiorra’s arm before she took a deep breath, getting control of herself. “Do you think that I wanted to be turned into a female, Orihime?” she asked, her eyes gazing at her friend. “And do you really think that I would listen to anyone who has tried to kill me if I didn’t think for one second that I shouldn’t? Have you forgotten that Byakuya here tried to kill me when we invaded Seireitei to save Rukia? All Aizen wanted was me too be out of the way for a while, and the best way was to either have me on bed rest or training, which I did,” Ichigo said. Everyone went stiff at the quiet hurt in her voice. “And as for me liking guys, I always have liked them, but I was always pigeon holed by you and later others as purely straight.
“Yeah, I did notice when you told Rukia that I was straight but I wasn’t looking. It wasn’t that long after that before everyone else had heard about that little tidbit. Including my sisters. Karin was the one who told me about that and how they found out about it, along with who it had originated from. The thing is, Orihime, I don’t often feel any kind of attraction to most women outside of a couple of them. But for a male? I’m most likely to have a fantasy about another male then a female,” she continued, her voice growing hard.
“Can you even get it up for a woman as a guy?” Ikkaku asked, sounding curious but scandalized as Ichigo blushed and shrugged.
“Depends on the woman really. It doesn’t always work. Do you remember when I trained with Yoruichi? She has this habit of getting into the same bath as I was and I was more embarrassed than aroused. And she is dead gorgeous, just not my type of woman,” Ichigo admitted.
“It sounds like despite the fact that you can’t get it up for a beautiful woman, it doesn’t stop you from appreciating the beauty right?” Yumichika asked. He smirked at the young woman who just shrugged and played with her teacup once more.
“Are you gay or bi?” Keigo asked. His voice was curious, most of the people around her turning to look at her with their own curious expressions on their faces. Most of them wanted to know so they could find out if they had a chance with her.
“For both genders, it’s mostly about the personality, and I’m talking the true personality not what is shown to everyone. Mostly pansexual than anything else,” Ichigo said, shrugging. “As to why I never bothered to dispel the rumor was because I never really had any time with the war and fights. Any free time that I did have was spent doing homework, spending time with my family, healing, resting for the next fight, and so on. I never had any time to stop and fix that misconception until right now.”
“But...I had thought that you would date me,” Orihime gasped as she watched Ichigo’s eyes darken, the other female shaking her head.
“No, I don’t think I would ever do so. I care for you like I do Tatsuki, like a sister,” she said softly. She looked up and jerked back at the dark look that was on Orihime’s face.
“You’re even more of a freak than what I thought you could be! That inner hollow of yours I could deal with. I actually liked the fact that you had so much power going on for you, but now that you’re a girl, I learn that you are even more of a one than what I thought!” the caramel haired woman screeched before she ran off in a flurry of lashing power.
Ichigo looked stricken by the harsh and bitter words, her eyes wet with unshed tears. Ulquiorra reigned in the instinctual need to go after the one who had hurt his charge, instead turning to her and getting her to stand up, leading her out of the meeting room as she looked up at him. Isshin growled at the words that floated over her shoulder.
“Am I really a freak for being what I am?” she asked as he closed the door behind them.

Ulquiorra’s words were muffled but still heard as they walked down the hallway. “Hardly, Ichigo-chan.”
“Can you tell us why Kurosaki-san is so easy to read at the moment?” Uryu asked as Mizuiro tried to get Tatsuki out of her shocked state with gentle words. Unohana smiled softly at him as she stood.
“It’s her hormones currently. They’re still off, making her quite a bit more vulnerable than what she would usually be. She’ll eventually balance out but until then she’ll be softer in the day to day things. I have a feeling though that this experience is bringing down some blocks that she has had up for a good part of her life. Treat her gently,” she told them, getting nods from everyone before she left to her paperwork.
*~*~*~*
Smirking to herself as she smoothed the letter closed, she slipped it into a cream colored envelope. She dripped some wax onto the flap, sealing it shut, before using her brand new wax stamp to press it into the paper. The seal was one she had created herself for such correspondences and she was rather proud of them. Standing up, she sent the letter off with a hell butterfly, eyes half lidded as her smirk shifted into a smug smile.
Closing the sliding door that lead to her personal garden, she scowled, catching sight of a picture before she reached out and tipped it over to lay face down. She knew that Ichigo was probably with all of her friends, more than likely thinking about just who she could fuck around with in her new form.
Snorting, she looked to her mirror, running her fingers through her hair to get it to sit smoothing before smirking at her reflection.
She would very soon show everyone just who Ichigo was and just who Aizen was, the two timing son of a bitch. He had promised her so much before he had just stopped coming to her.
Oh yes, she would show them all just who those two were, but first she needed to get some outside help. She just hoped that they would listen to her plea and agree to the perks of working with her.
- 11
- 12
- 13
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

A Shifting of Life