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Tales of a Broken Society	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 41509 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Title: Little Red Riding Strawberry
Disclaimer: I don�t own Bleach. Tite Kobe does. I�m just borrowing them for the time being�so no suiee!
Pairing: Gin/Ichigo
Summary: Gin talks about when he turns against Aizen and kisses Ichigo.

AN: Yes! I know! So long since I last updated. I�ve been sick and tired and uninspired. I�ve also been writing A Butterfly�s Dream, in the original section. Go read and review that one? It has like 2 reviews�and by the same person. I�m happy I got them, but it�s pathetic�My ego hurts.

Anyways, hope you enjoy this story! Another one down�next, Ichi/Hitsugaya�.*cackles as she wraps up Ichigo in red ribbon with a little tag*

Liz! This is for you because you wrote the Aizen/Ichigo story set to the cute little picture. Thank you. *chu*

Thanks go to Sajahi for the editing job.

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There once was a boy who lived in a town called Karakura. He got in lots of fights and usually won�

You know what, screw the fairy tale stuff. Ya, I know, the original fairy tales had blood death and was all around gory. Well this isn�t a fairy tale, it�s a smut tale.

There is indeed a boy and he does live in Karakura Town and he does get into lots of fights, but he pins that on his odd hair color, which happens to be a fiery orange. Though it does look good on him, going well with brown eyes and tanned skin.

He was also a shinigami who was fighting against a mean man who had hurt his friend. This bad man supposedly had two others who were loyal to him, but it wasn�t quite true. One was spying for the good guys, feeding them information as he hid what was doing.

To move back to the boy, he had a hoody. This hoody was red as blood and was always switched out after every growth spurt. You see his mother started this tradition, buying a new red hoody every 6 to 12 months, so long ago. He kept up that tradition, even to this day. That and the one where he would go walking in the woods at the start of fall to have a picnic.

Having his father take them out to a small town near the woods, he would leave them wandering around while he traveled the empty foot trails that littered the forests. His family wandered the stalls, visiting new and old ones, waiting for him to come back from his time alone.

But this time, his own personal big, bad wolf was stalking this modern day Red Riding hood.

I have to say, it was quite fun stalking him. He kept looking over his shoulder as I stalked. He knew I was there but he couldn�t tell where I was. He always did suck at feeling someone�s ritusu. It�s adorable though.

After a while I followed him all the way to a private meadow, a pond on the edge of it. I smirked at all the naughty thoughts that came to mind, seeing my own personal little red riding hood spreading out a blanket.

Getting rid of the thoughts for at least the moment, I move out from among the trees and wait for him to notice me. It doesn�t take very long, the first look at me causing him to squeak in surprise. I end up smirking at him, not that he could really tell this smirk from my smiles. I have a feeling he knows I�m smirking at him though, if the look he gave me was any indication.

�What the hell?! Why are you here?!� he yells at me, still squeaking so cutely. It made me think naughty thoughts again. I can�t help but smirk some more as I move closer.

�Why, my dear littl� red ridin� hood, I�m here to offer my services to Seireitei,� I say, my voice ringing true in the air. I was telling the truth, I see those looks. Aizen had become obsessed with the cute Quincy that was fighting with the side of good. It was disgusting and Ichigo and his family have already cleaned up Seireitei�s politics up. They removed the idiots behind the scenes, this time just dismantling them instead of killing them, and have set up a rotating main council. It was made up of various people, both shinigami and not, and made things a whole lot better for everyone.

Of course, no clan member that wasn�t trusted was allowed on the council, pissing them off so nicely.

Alright, so I�m off topic. Back on topic. Wait�what was the topic? Oh, right, me acting as a spy for Seireitei.

�What do you mean, offer your services to Seireitei?� he asks, eyeing me closely. I know I can�t get closer to him, at least yet. I know that soon I will be able to, I just have to wait for him to trust me. That might take me spilling everything though, or so I though.

�Come and sit. I�m not going to let you ruin my lunch,� he growls softly. Trying hard not to stare too much I walk over to him and settle down onto a corner of the blanket, smiling my odd little smile. It didn�t creep him out so much as made him nervous to look at me as he pulled out what looked to be American food.

I�m very much surprised again when he puts a plate of it in front of me. I would have never expected him to actually feed me but apparently someone instilled some basic rules and etiquette in him. Of course I can�t be rude, so I take the plate gingerly before looking over the food. I decide to take a bite and find it pleasantly good, much like my company.

I look over at him and look him over. He was still wearing his hoody, the material loose around a body that I knew was thin but muscular. It was amazing to watch him move, because no matter what he was doing, either shoving his zanpacto through an opponents gut, or eating a piece of fried chicken, he was graceful. Others may say his movements were jerky, but I think that is because he isn�t quite comfortable and it throws him off.

After a while, he was handing me a drink and staring at me, our empty plates shoved into a trash bag and the leftovers tucked away for the time being. He shifts, and my eyes are drawn to where the hoody rested near his knees. His feet were tucked under his left hip and made me think that he would be the perfect uke to someone once they landed him. I hoped that I would get to land him eventually.

But first, I had to get him to trust me and then I could work on the seduction part.

�So, tell me why I should trust you,� he finally says, settling back, leaning on his hands. I smile at him and settle more comfortable.

�Besides the fact that I had plenty of chances to kill you and I didn�t?� I tease, getting a snort and a long look from him. That look alone made me wanna jump him, it made me shiver in desire so hard. �Right. I suppose I should tell you every thing I know. You have a video camera and lots of tape and batteries right?� I ask him, looking at the bag near the basket.

�Yeah. Why?� he asks, sitting up slightly and following my eyes.

�So you can record it and take it back to Soul Society and let them decide,� I reply, looking up at him. He nods and I watch him set up the video camera on the little tripod and set it to start recording in five seconds. Watching him sit down across from me again, he raises an eye brow.

�Alright, start talking. Why do you want to betray Aizen?� he asks the moment the little red light went off on the video camera.

�Let�s start with this. I may seem like I have my eyes closed most of the time, but that doesn�t mean they actually are. I slit them since they are such an odd color. That and they are sensitive to the sun and I�d rather not wear a pair of glasses,� I start out, opening my eyes watching as he blushes softly, staring at my eyes. I know they are odd. They�re blood red when I�m using my zanpacto, but a dark purple otherwise. I�ve been told that when I turn them on someone in passion or hatred it makes the person want, no matter the emotion. Apparently it�s true.

�Now, I was under a light mind control, just enough to play with my thoughts and will,� I continue to say, settling back again, my eyes sliding shut. From there, I tell Ichigo how Aizen was obsessed with Ishida. How he was always forcing one or more Arracar into bed with him, controlling them via his zanpacto. I told Ichigo how he had created an Ishida look alike and how the other Arracar were pissed that he had taken such a high position and didn�t have to do shit. I told him also the plans that Aizen had for Soul Society and how he was going about it.

Soon enough, he was packing up the tapes and recorder before turning to me with a serious look in his eyes.

�You do realize that when this is all over, you�ll have to go to trial, right?� he asks softly. I nod and stand up again.

�Hai, I know. Don�t worry about me, Ichigo. I�ll be fine. Just get the tapes to the 1st and know that no matter what, you make a good Red Riding Hood,� I purr, before leaning forward and kissing him. He was sweet, sweeter then anything I�ve ever tasted before. I was only able to get a little taste that time though before I had to pull away and leave; shunpoing away so I didn�t get killed.

�See ya around, my little red riding strawberry,� I called over my shoulder before stopping, and watching him from a safe distance, hidden away. I smiled softly as he brings his hand up to his lips and draw his fingers over them before smiling softly and shaking his head.

�Good bye, my big bad fox,� he says softly, the words carrying on the wind to me. Smirking, I left and went back to Huceo Mundo and that�s where we leave off for this one.

On the ground, Aizen moaned softly in relief. After Gin had started spying, everything that could go wrong for Aizen, did. Eventually, it was the combined efforts of Gin and Ichigo that had taken him down, the Arracars gladly letting them selves be purified and becoming shinigami in various divisions.

Gin himself had become the leader of third division again and Kira had been so happy to see him that he had kissed him and then walked off, leaving Gin to deal with a mountain of paper work that he hadn�t gotten around to doing.

Ichigo had left human world, deciding that he was needed in Seireitei instead of the real world, but still bounced between them.

Currently, Gin was torturing�ahem, telling Aizen how his down fall had come about. Gin was taking entirely to much pleasure out of it, but that was just Aizens thought.

�Oh, I should tell you all about the first time me and Ichi screwed,� Gin suddenly says, smiling brightly at the thought. Aizen nearly screamed in denial, trashing about, knowing that after Gin told him, he would be left wanting sex while Gin would bounce off and pounce on the newest taicho in his office.

�Let�s see, it was in the same field. He had decided to just camp out on one of the trips while his family was in town at the inn�.�

Aizens screams were heard all the way in the 80th district of Rukigon.

Review Responses:

shuuchan: That pairing makes me twitch in unhappiness�I don�t particularly like it and try not to write it�ever. Choose another pairing. (I know, I sound like a bitch, but I haven�t slept properly in 3 WEEKS! I have an excuse.)

Pickle Reviewer: You�re welcome. I wasn�t expecting it to come out so�ansty but it did. I like Orihime and Rukia to a point. They ain�t my favs, the hot guys taking first place, but I like them. Anyways, glad you liked.

Yoshitaka: My dear, you are one of my fav fans, so don�t worry about reviewing every chapter or story. I like hearing from you every so often and knowing you enjoy my writing. I have your request written down and will be working on it soon, promise. Oh, if you send me a link to your drawing if you post things? I like drawings�

Liz: Not to sound insulting or anything, but your parents can take a flying leap for all I care. They�re prejudice and not worth our time when complaining.
Anyways, on to happier things. I�ll be checking on your profile soon and probably review. I don�t review often, but I do occasionally. For now though, here�s another story. Hope you like it. ^_^ It took me time to write since I ended up sick and in bed for a while. >< Nasty.

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