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A Shifting of Life	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > General Views: 20784 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: A Shifting of Life

Fandom: Bleach

Part: 13

Series: A Shifting World

Characters/Pairings: Ichigo, Ulquiorra, Byakuya

Warnings: some talk about mean behavior

Word count: 1,523

AN: These chapters are rather fun to edit, really they are. :P I hope that you guys are enjoying this and will take a moment to comment.

Enjoy

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Hopping down from the railing, her constant shadow coming to land behind her, Ichigo ran a hand through her short hair as she gazed at the door that lead to Byakuya’s office. Sighing, she groaned lowly as a cramp forced her to lean up against the railing and rub at the spot, waiting for it to let go. When it did, she stood up straight, feeling Ulquiorra's watchful eyes follow her, the Espada ready to reach out and help her if she needed it.

“Come on, let’s get this over and done with,” Ichigo finally said, getting a nod from Ulquiorra. Knocking on the office door, they waited until Byakuya called out for them to enter, sliding open the door, Ichigo looking around the office, one eyebrow rising up at not finding Renji in the large office area. “Where did Renji go off?” she asked, curious.

“He has gone out to do his daily rounds. How can I help you, Kurosaki-chan?” Byakuya asked her, placing his brush to the side as he looked at her, curiosity lurking in black eyes.

“I just found out something rather interesting. It seems that Rukia didn’t bother telling me that you were interested in taking to the festival. For that matter, she’s never told me about any invitations that I may have gotten, and I have a feeling that she’s been working on fucking me over from day one in some aspects of my interactions here,” Ichigo said. She flopped down onto a floor pillow that sat near Byakuya’s desk, scowling.

“How were you able to learn of my invitation then?” the dark haired noble asked her, a eyebrow raising. His mind was already whirling with all of the possibilities of why Rukia would keep all of Ichigo’s invitations from her, even before she turned into a she, and then turn around and lie about it.

“Yoruichi and Soi-Fon-san came by the training grounds and told me about it when they caught me. I have a feeling that they didn’t tell me all of it though,” Ichigo stated. She smirked at the look that she was getting from the man, Ulquiorra snorting from his place near the door. “I may be dense but I still do pick up on various things,” she huffed.

“So we are learning now,” Byakuya huffed, smiling lightly at her. “If you’re here to talk to me about my invitation, are you going to reject my offer or accept it?” he asked, curious about her answer, eyebrow raising. Ichigo hummed lightly as she leant back on one hand, smiling as Ulquiorra moved over to her and ran her fingers through her hair.

“Actually, I came here to accept it. If I had known about the invitation, I would have told you yes, much earlier,” she told the elder shinigami, her eyes darkening in thought. “But what I can’t understand is what Rukia gains from not telling me about the invites? I mean, I would kind of understand if Orihime did it at the peak of her crush, which I’m starting to think is still going, but really? Rukia, as far as I know, has no reason as to why she’s doing this shit,” Ichigo mused.

Byakuya nodded, not able to figure out what was going on in his sister’s head either. The revelation that she had been hiding invitations to Ichigo from various people did answer quite a few questions as to why he had never come to any of the events. But they made others crop up.

“I will look into her reasons. But for now, how about I pick you up about two in the afternoon on the day of the festival and we can join up with the others for an early dinner,” Byakuya suggested. Ichigo smiled slightly across from him.

“That sounds good to me. I need to head back to Rangiku’s place though. I have to change and then I have to go to the Eleventh division otherwise I would stay around to talk, figure out what else Rukia has been hiding from me,” Ichigo replied as she stood up, smoothing her pants down. Byakuya smiled slightly and nodded as he stood up with her. Tucking her hand into the crook of his arm, he walked her and her companion to the door, enjoying the gentle blush that barely danced over Ichigo’s cheeks.

“Feel free to come to the mansion, or here, for tea when you are free. You and Ulquiorra-san both,” Byakuya offered them. The two nodded in agreement before they left, heading in the direction of Rangiku’s home, leaving the Sixth Division Taicho to his thoughts.

Returning to his desk, he cleaned out his ink well and his brush as his eyes narrowed his eyes at the thought of Rukia so selfishly holding back information. And it hadn’t just been from Ichigo, but also the rest of her friends and those who often worked with the young shinigami. Now that he thought about it in more detail, Rukia didn’t really have much of a reason as to do such a thing.

“So why did she do it?” he muttered to himself.

It didn’t make any sense to him, no matter how he looked at it. It seemed as if he would have to have her watched for a while. He had no doubt that his lover and his lover’s friends would be willing to keep an eye on her once they knew about her keeping the invitations away from Ichigo and lying to them. But first he had to send a butterfly to his personal tailor before he did anything.

He would need a new kimono for his date after all. He knew that some of his older ones wouldn’t work for the festival.

While Byakuya was sending a butterfly to his tailor, Ichigo and Ulquiorra were arriving at Rangiku’s house, walking in through the door and stopping to pull off their shoes. Ichigo’s mind was filled with thoughts of what they had just discovered, Ulquiorra still growling on a sub-vocal level. Turning to her companion, she smiled and patted his arm before she headed towards the bathroom that she rather liked over a hot spring.

The hot springs were all well and good when they had time to indulge in a long soak, but just for a quick clean up, a shower was the better option.

“I’m going to take a quick shower before getting dressed in something fresh, and then we’ll head off to the Eleventh. Sound good to you?” Ichigo asked. Ulquiorra nodded as he headed for the kitchen, no doubt going to get a snack or check for notes from Rangiku.

Grabbing a pair of pants, a shirt and fresh undergarments, Ichigo paused to blush very slightly at the fact that somehow her bra and panty collection had grown again. She was going to have to try to get her sisters from buying things for her randomly.

With close in hand, Ichigo headed into the bathroom, closing that door behind her as she sighed lowly and shook her head, putting her things to the side. Shedding her clothes, the male turned female gazed at her body in the mirror, taking in the changes that had happened once again. Really, she had absolutely no idea what got Rangiku all hot and bothered for her. Humming a tuneless song, Ichigo turned on the shower, allowing it to heat before she stepped under it, moaning happily at the hot water that worked over her body.

One that that seemed to be always true for her was that she loved a good shower, but that she didn’t always have much time to spoil herself. Cleaning off the grime from her training that her soak in the hot springs hadn’t gotten off, the redhead was soon dried and dressed, muttering at the bright blue bra that wanted to try to shift in unpleasant ways. Getting it to sit, she was soon ready to leave for the Eleventh Division.

“Hey, Ulquiorra-san, I’m done with my shower. Did ya want to take one?” Ichigo called out as she left the bedroom, tugging at her jeans, getting them to sit right on her hips, allowing her sweater to fall down around her hips. Ulquiorra stepped out of the kitchen, already having switched out for something that was more like his uniform from Hueco Mundo.

“I will be fine without one until we come back from the Eleventh,” the Espada told her, getting a not as Ichigo slipped on a pair of her shoes before grabbing their copy of the house keys.

“Sounds good to me,” she drawled, smiling at the other man as she shoved the keys into her pocket.

“Here.” Ulquiorra stopped her from leaving at the door, handing over a chocolate bar that she knew for a fact had been hiding in the freezer. Taking it, she smiled up at him before she tore open the package, locking the door behind him before taking to the roofs to get to the Eleventh.
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