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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: 1

Series: A Shifting World

Characters: Aizen, Gin, Ulquiorra, Ichigo, Szayel, Grimmjow

Warnings: some violence

Word count: 1,493

AN: First chapter rewritten and reposted. :D Please read the AN in the Prologue (when it's up on Y!gallery since I need to speak with the supermods about it) about what's going on. Thank you.
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Ichigo shifted. “I need some pants,” she huffed as long fingered hands tugged and twitched at Ulquiorra’s shirt, tugging at the fabric to make sure that it would stay closed. Green eyes stared down at brown eyes as she raised an eyebrow, frowning lightly at the Arrancar. Ulquiorra finally nodded and looked over his shoulders.
“Grimmjow, go and find a hakama for her. Harribel should have a set that would fit her,” Ulquiorra stated, getting a growl of displeasure from the panther Arrancar.
“What do you mean go find a hakama for her?” Grimmjow snapped, feeling his hackles rise. He always hated being ordered around by the other Espada, his eyes glowing brightly with his anger. Ichigo looked around her living screen and scowled at him.
“Will you shut up? I need pants and I kind of have a feeling that Ulquiorra will not be so kind as to let you get away with not getting them for me,” Ichigo told the blue haired male. Her eyes slid towards where Szayel was slowly standing up with a slow pained grunt. “Hell, he shoved the freak over there through several, very thick walls just because he turned me into a female. On top of that, I have absolutely no urge to flash someone. Anyways, the faster that you find me a hakama, the faster you can get back to whatever it is you were up to with Aizen and Gin there. And just...stop leering over there, please, Gin. It’s kinda creepy right now.”
“Aww, but Ichi-chan, you’re just so pretty,” Gin cooed at her. He got a rather dry look from the orange haired woman before a small piece of rock flew towards his head. Moving slightly to the left, a pout formed as the fox like man turned towards Aizen and sniffed as he tugged his sleeves down. “Aizen-sama, they’re bein’ mean ta me.”
“I can see that, Gin. Do stop teasing Ichigo-san. And Grimmjow, do go get her some needed pants,” Aizen stated, sending the Sexta Espada a look. He got a growl as the blue haired male stood and stalked out of the throne room, muttering under his breath about bastards and being someone’s pet.
“I really didn’t know that he was so submissive,” Ichigo muttered softly, starting Ulquiorra with her words. Looking down, he took in the rather innocent look that the substitute was sending up at him. “I”m naive about things, not stupid. Or blind,” she drawled, smiling sweetly and drawing a smirk from her taller companion.
“So I see. Do your people know this fact?” he asked, Ichigo shaking her head.
“Not a one. Well, maybe my dad, but then again, people will see only what they want to see. They either see me as a prude, an innocent, completely clueless virgin, or an asexual fighter. I just don’t really see the point of sex for anything outside of a real relationship, or with a close friend,” Ichigo said before he stopped and pulled a face. “Am I really having this conversation with someone who amounts to my prison guard?”
“I do believe that ya are, Ichi-chan,” Gin chirped at him. His and Aizen’s eyes fairly glowed with their amusement. Ichigo just pulled a face once more and shook her head as she tapped one foot. She could finally feel the flares of power that were getting ever closer to them.
“So, tell me, are they here to get me back or just to kill me?” she asked finally asked turning to look up at Ulquiorra. She missed the flare of distaste at the words that ‘kill me’ brought to green eyes.
“My sources tell me that they are here to save you,” Aizen replied, finding himself rather amused by everything going on. Even though he really was displeased with the experimentation.
Sighing softly, Ichigo shook her head and contented herself with staring at Ulquiorra’s chest and the hollow hole in his chest as her mind spun around and around with thoughts. It was starting actually sink in that her body was that of a woman’s, that the pink haired bastard had indeed turned her into a female. Taking a deep breath, her eyes closing, Ichigo wiped a shaking hand over her face, finding that the skin around her eyebrows were sensitive. Running her fingers over the area, she found her eyebrows had been skillfully shaped.
“I think I may need a mirror to,” she said as Grimmjow walked back into the meeting rooms with a pair of hakamas that looked as if they would fit. Her voice was soft, worried, and it made the four around her wonder just what was going on in her head. Nodding, Ichigo took the hakamas and tugged them on over her hips with a few careful movements, making sure that they wouldn’t fall off. “When are they going to get here?” she finally asked, stepping around her personal prison guard who had turned bodyguard.
Grimmjow snorted and tossed Ulquiorra a new top from his room, his eyes trailing over the male turned female as she walked over to the table. He watched as she took a seat and drew her feet up and off of the cool floor.
He had to admit to himself that even with the rest of her body like a females, her feet had always been delicate, even more so in her natural gender. The say way with her looks beyond them being softer. Her entire body was still fit and toned in a way that most women would kill for, her body having just the right curves that could make a man want to feel them under his hands. Ichigo’s eyes still flashed with her emotions, but they did so from under sculpted eyebrows and from a heart shaped face.
The inspired less than pure thoughts in a person’s mind.
‘All around, she really drags your attention to her. Makes you wonder just what that body could do in the right situation,’ Grimmjow mused as Aizen stood and moved to a seat near Ichigo. A Fraccion came into the meeting room with a teapot on a tray.
“They should be arriving soon. Gin, do have someone gather Szayel’s notes on what he did to our dear Ichigo-chan. I believe that she’ll wish to read over them,” Aizen said, watching as the newly covered Ulquiorra stood behind Ichigo. Gin left with a nod, his wajari tapping on the ground. “As for those who are coming here, it shall only be an hour, I think. Perhaps less if they push it. I do believe that your large friend is coming with everyone.”
“Sado? Really?” Ichigo asked, sitting up slightly as her eyebrows drew together. “I hope that he’s alright.”
“He was looking just fine when I checked in on them before my wall was destroyed by a flying body,” Aizen drawled. He turned to look at said wall, Ichigo following his example with a cocked eyebrow.
“I would say that I’m sorry, but then I would be lying to you,” Ichigo hummed, turning to the tea cup when it was placed before him.
“Yes, best not to lie, my dear.”
“Seriously, don’t call me that. Ever.”
“Do forgive me,” Aizen said, smiling as he stirred a bit of sugar into his own cup of tea, tasting it. Ichigo snorted and played with her own cup, sighing quietly as boredom worked its way through her body. Wanting to kill some time and amuse herself, she took to taunting Grimmjow, only stopping when Gin walked back into the meeting room as Szayel finally dragged himself into a chair, not moving after that. Taking the notes with a nod of his head, she idly read through it, much to the scientists horror and the others amusement at the looks that flashed over her face. As a dark look settled on her face, they shifted out of the way, her eyes flashing and and a dusky color settling over her cheeks as she stood up slowly.
“What is it that they say, Ichi-chan?” Gin asked. He was nearly dancing in his chair in glee at the pure murder on Ichigo’s face.
“You...you…” Ichigo stuttered out, eyes filled with fury. “You turned me into a girl because you wanted to breed me?” she snarled out. The pink haired Arrancar shrugged, trying not to draw too much attention to himself.
“Any child that you have will be a powerful, and if they are raised correctly, weapon for us,” he said. He whimpered with Ichigo’s reiatsu flared dangerously, her eyes once more topaz. The sound of the doors to the meeting room slamming open was drowned out by the screen of anger that Ichigo let loose.
“You freak of a scientist! I’m gonna gut you and dance in your entrails!”

“Ichigo!”
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