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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: 4
Series: A Shifting World
Characters/Pairings: Ichigo, Ulquiorra, Grimmjow, Isshin, Urahara, Unohana
Warnings: language
Word count: 1891
AN: This is the last chapter that I wrote for this story.

1) I am working on plotting and writing the second story now. I’m still not sure who I’m using as the main enemy.

2) I am working on a different story line for the plot that I have here.

3) Thank you for your patience I worked on getting this story done and posted.

Reposted: 7/18/20

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A week had gone past since Jin and the other Bounts had been taken down once and for all, eliminating them as a danger to anyone who stood in their way. A few new things had happened during that week, including the fact that Ichigo had been changed back from a female into a male, much to his happiness.

Urahara had finally been able to finish the antidote, having put it to the side during the Bount issue since the danger was dealt with. When he had told her that he had finished it, she had allowed herself to squeal girlishly before pouncing on him, arms wrapped around his head, burying her face into her cleavage.

Urahara being Urahara had rather enjoyed it up until the moment that he remembered that the woman wrapped around him was his lover’s oldest child. Once that thought had entered his head, he had quickly but gently unwrapped her from around his head.

Once she had calmed down from the initial excitement, she had quickly been dressed in loose clothing, knocked out so that she wouldn’t feel the pain, and injected the serum. To be able to watch her turn into a he once more had fascinated Urahara. Her curves had changed into those of a male: breasts smoothing out into a flat chest and her hips becoming leaner. When he had woken up again, the first thing Ichigo had done was feel up his chest and celebrate the fact that he didn’t have tits.

He had cursed at the fact that he had to relearn how to fight as a male though.

Everyone who knew him from before his time as a woman found that Ichigo had carried over his new mellow attitude from when he had been a she. They found it fitting for how far he had come in his life and training. Ichigo had agreed with them, enjoying his newly found contentment.

Smiling, Ichigo tipped his head back, letting the shower fall over his face with a sigh of pleasure. Ichigo hummed as he poured a bit of sweet smelling shampoo into his hand and worked it into his hair as his mind continued to wander.

His mind returned to what had happened in the last week outside of changing back to a he.

The Espada had started to go back and forth between the Living World, Hueco Mundo and Soul Society. Grimmjow and Ulquiorra were down in the basement, doing something or another. Ichigo mused that Ulquiorra was probably taming Grimmjow in some odd way that only made sense to the Arrancar, and for some odd reason, Lisa.

Beyond those two practically taking up residence in Urahara’s shoten, the others found allies and sparring partners in the Shinigami and Vizards that had at one time been their enemies. Shinigami, the higher seats at the least, would often head to Los Noches to watch the interactions of not only the Arrancar but also the other hollows. They were learning more than what they had knew in all of the centuries that they had been fighting against them.

Mayuri was still throwing a fit at not being able to get his hands on any of the Arrancar, much less the one remaining Bount. Jin had gone to dust nearly two days after his Doll had been destroyed.

Ichigo snorted as he finished cleaning his body and turned off the water, reaching out to grab his towel. Stepping out of the stall, mostly dry and holding his damp towel in one hand, he caught sight of his reflection, promptly blushing. Scattered over his body were the love bites from Ulquiorra from their time the night before, hand shaped bruises sitting on his hips.

The Fourth Espada had been rather enthusiastic last night when Ichigo had demanded that he stop treating him like glass. Ichigo’s voice was still recovering from the amount of sounds and screaming that he had done. Ulquiorra’s back was still a mess of red, raised claw lines.

Blushing a bit more at himself, smiling at the memories, Ichigo pulled on a pair of pants as he remembered just why they were having a video conference with the Seireitei. Apparently the drug that had turned him into a female had messed with very soul. It allowed him to gain an ability that only the oldest of the souls in the Soul Society could do: he could change shapes and he had been told that it was possible he could go half way either way.

With that in mind, he had spent three days practicing how to switch forms, finding that if he did it too often in a short time, he ended up tired faster. He did find that he could shift even while fighting, even if he had to do it by getting away from whoever he was fighting to do it.

Finishing pulling on his clothes, deciding on a more androgynous outfit, Ichigo gave his hair a quick brush through before leaving his room. He headed for the computer room that was just off of Urahara’s main lab. He found his father, Urahara, Tessai, Ulquiorra and Grimmjow already waiting, the blue haired Espada looking ruffled as he shifted on his seat.

Ulquiorra just looked smug.

“Have fun taming the pussycat?” Ichigo asked teasingly, walking into the room and past Ulquiorra. He didn’t fight against the other male when he pulled him down into his lap. Shifting, he looked at his lover and smirked at Grimmjow while he scowled at being called a pussycat. “So?” he prompted.

“I had quite a lot of fun taming him,” Ulquiorra chuckled with a smile as he held Ichigo close. A hand creeped under Ichigo’s shirt, smoothing over his skin.

“Can you tell me just how the hell you are so energetic after going at it with Grimmy over there for close to three hours?” Ichigo asked. He stared down at the Espada with an incredulous look, a blush spreading over his cheeks, Ulquiorra chuckling lowly, Grimmjow snorting.

“Didn’t you know? He’s the energizer bunny of fucking,” Grimmjow said. His voice was rough, probably having screamed and begged while Ulquiorra had worked him over but good.

“So I’m discovering,” Ichigo snorted. He hummed as his mind wandered towards the few times during their stay in Seireitei when not only had Ulquiorra worn him out, then worn out Kira, but finally Rangiku before he had been satisfied. “I could swear that he took Viagra some days,” he snorted, shaking his head.

“As nice as it is to know that Ulquiorra can keep up with you and what you need to do in all things, my dear child, we do need to make a call now,” Isshin said. He got a blush and a sheepish smile from Ichigo, making him feel warm at the fact that his son was comfortable enough to show his softness again.

Smiling, Urahara shook his head and called Unohana, watching it connect and her smiling face appearing.

“Hello, everyone. It is a pleasure to see you all once again,” she greeted. Everyone returned the greeting. “Ichigo-chan, it is good to see you as a male again. Are things going well for you?”

“Yes, Unohana-san, things are going very well,” Ichigo replied. “I’ve learned my limits on how many times I can shift between my two forms, how long it takes, and how to shift my fighting style between the two. All of it good information.”

“That it is. I am glad that you are able to take this time to learn these things,” Unohana said, beaming in her own way as Ichigo rested back against Ulquiorra. “And that you have started the same in regard to having grown up, even if you were forced to do so quickly.”

“There wasn’t truly a whole lot I could do about it, Unohana-san,” Ichigo snorted. “I was stuck as a woman and I didn’t trust Szayel to change me back properly, so I either had to suck it up and keep going forward, or rage against it.”

“As you have said before, raging against something take energy,” Ulquiorra said, teasing Ichigo’s side, showing just where his mind was. Ever since Ichigo had returned to his male shape, he had found himself glad that he had a stronger body under his. Even though Ichigo was strong as a she, as a he, he could take more.

“And all of that energy can be turned to use elsewhere. I did have my moments true, but for the most part they had been in private,” Ichigo hummed, pulling the hand that had been teasing his skin out from under it. “How is our single living Bount?”

Unohana hummed. “He is doing rather well, despite still mourning the fact that he can’t call his Doll forward,” she said, a thoughtful look on her face. “His aging has gone back to something considered normal. It seems he is aging much like a normal soul with power does.”

Urahara smiled brightly. “I’ve looked over the notes from your examinations of him, Unohana-san,” he said, tilting his head. “And so has Isshin. We both agree that it is probably because of the reiatsu that is floating around up there.”

“While here in the Living World, you have to hunt down a place that has so much power that is just floating around, but the power would need time to rebuild after a bit of time,” Isshin said. He leant against his lover’s shoulder as he stared at a wall. “At least the amount that you’ll find there. But since Soul Society is drenched in it, between the souls and the Shinigami, the rate of replacement is steady.”

“Which, in the long run, means that being here has kickstarted his body into filtering and releasing reiatsu as any other human does. But since he has lived so long, his body, in a sense, has become nothing more than a gigai that he is stuck within,” Urahara continued.

“Does this mean that if more of the Bounts had lived, the same would have ended up happening to them?” Ichigo asked.

“From what we can guess, yes, more than likely,” Unohana said, tapping a pen off screen before writing something down.

“To move onto the next subject, how is the new treaty going? From what I’ve been hearing, it’s almost done right?” Grimmjow asked.

“Yes, the treaty is almost finished being worked out,” Unohana replied to him, her lips tilting up into a small that quickly disappeared once more. “I fear, though, that I have news that is not very happy.”

“Unohana-chan?” Isshin asked. “What happened?” Everyone tensed as the beautiful woman closed her eyes and she let out a slow breath.

“There has been a slight rebellion within the ranks of the Shinigami,” she finally said, eyes opening, seriousness shining. “Several high seated Shinigami have broken away and left us. We currently do not know where they are located nor do we know what they are planning, but we do know that they released Kukichi Rukia.”

“Shit,” slipped from Ichigo as he rubbed his face. “Do we have a thought about where they are? Any idea at all?” he asked.

“Most likely in the Living World,” she responded.

“Fuck me! I don’t need this shit,” Ichigo moaned, Ulquiorra sighing and patting his arm.

Final AN: I wish to thank the following people for reading and reviewing this story.
Nuqia_2013, Anons (all of them), Green-Extreme-Ninjetti13, Affy, ichiharu, Raymy, PotionsPet, YoukaiLady, Uchiha-Mizuki, MomOfFluffyAndFluffier, LilianKnight, miszxbrii, and Adelicia.
I hope that you enjoy the rewrite should you still be around and know that I am working on a the sequel, but life is amazingly good at dragging my attention away.
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