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A Quincy's Heart	By : ShadowedInnocence Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Ichigo/Ishida Views: 3686 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, and I do not make anything off of my stories. I just use the characters to do my bidding in a plot that comes to mind.

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Random Notes: There are some anti-Orihime themes within the chapter, but it's not all out bashing…yet. Eventually there will be by Shiro of course, but that's expected of him. One more thing, sorry about any doubles in alerts, I needed to fix some of the spacers because FFN can be really odd when it comes to updates. I might have to do this in the future as well, so that's just a head's up.
Chapter Six
Midnight Hour
Everything appeared to be calm if you were to gaze upon Urahara Kisuke from the standpoint of a stranger but Yoruichi knew different. She could see how rattled her dear friend was, just because of the trouble that Ichigo had been immersed into. Being clearly innocent was something that didn't matter to the sōtaichō, which was evident with how easily that he went along with central forty-six's idea concerning the orange haired teen. All that really seemed to matter to him was keeping his power, the prestige that came with such a position. It seemed, to her at least that he had lost most of his tactile mind outside of battle to do something as foolish as this.
Her blood boiled at the mere thought of what the sōtaichō had done. It wasn't anything new to her to know that he was pushed into a corner in more ways than one, but he still maintained at least some of his morals. Now as she thought about it, the being that she once had looked up to was no more. Threatening Ichigo, that was something that could be handled easily; by force or by tactical reasoning. To have Soi Fon give such an ultimatum had not just her own blood heating in anger, she could tell that the ever calm and collected Kisuke as well as Uryū-kun felt the same way as she did, though she had a feeling that the dark haired Quincy was holding a lot of his anger back.
It was refreshing to know that even though Uryū showed a strong dislike for Ichigo's behavior and actions most of the time, he still considered the daikou a friend. That was what Ichigo needed most at the moment, especially when he was pulled across four different races at once, not really identifying with one race fully. Shinigami daikou, vizard, hollow, human—such descriptions of race were something that couldn't describe the orange haired teen, no matter how hard many have tried to force him into once category alone.
What was left of the evening had come and gone, leaving nothing more than a bitterly cool darkness behind. Whereas the darkness in particular was welcome by the current occupants of the Kurosaki household, the feeling of foreboding that came with it had everyone but the obviously exhausted amber eyed teen awake and on edge. There was no telling what would happen, even this early on but there was one thing that the Shihōin princess knew for sure. Kisuke was out for blood, and he wouldn't stop until he had the one that had caused his Ichi-chan so much pain in his own two hands.
That brought up another bewildering thought all together. Just what did Kisuke really think of Ichigo? She could only glimpse into the barest amount of his inner most thoughts that the blonde laid out for her to see. Even then it was hard to distinguish what exactly his intentions were; Yoruichi knew deep down that he would do everything in his power to protect Ichigo, which was what he needed most at the moment.
"What are you planning to do Kisuke?"
The blonde didn't answer her. Instead he kept a narrow, steady gaze upon both Uryū and Ichigo. She could tell that he was pondering over something in particular and to actually know what exactly, he would have to speak up. As much as she would like to know what went through her friend's mind from time to time, she wasn't a mind reader. Although, she felt that the particular trait in question would surely be more than helpful in this situation.
"Kisuke, can you hear me?" It had been a good thing that he had changed seats, moving to the armchair that she herself had sat in earlier because he looked like he wanted nothing more than to cuddle up against Ichigo to soothe his nerves a bit. She was used to seeing him do such now, even though it still never ceased to amaze her that the orange haired teen would actually let him do that. There was an unspoken agreement between them, one that she was hard pressed to figure out. It was amazing in itself that Kisuke had come close enough to Ichigo to have him actually let the blonde in, especially with how cautious he was around people. It wasn't like him to trust people easily, and if the trust that he had within someone was broken, it wasn't gained back easily. Hell, it was worse than getting your arm cut off than trying to redeem yourself in Ichigo's eyes.
It was a situation that anyone never wanted to be in, if they knew what was best for them. Smirking unconsciously, she was surprised by the sight of hazel eyes staring at her curiously. "Finally out of your own world Kisuke?" she teased gently, watching the blonde's reactions with a critical eye. He was just too quiet, too tense to truly only be lost in thought.
"Partially neko-chan. I don't like this situation one bit."
Yoruichi nodded, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned against the small table she was sitting at. "Yeah. We can't let them treat Ichi-chan in such a way. Though now that seireitei has made their first move, we have to retaliate with our own countermeasure before they try to overwhelm us; I wouldn't put it past Soi Fon to attack within the cover of night." She murmured disgustedly. The onmitsukidō were indeed seireitei's version of a police force, but what good would that be if the ones controlling them in the first place were the ones that were corrupt as well?
Scoffing audibly she sighed in annoyance before speaking again. "Soi Fon has obviously lost whatever sense of honor she had before for the glamour of being in charge of both the onmitsukidō and being the nibantai taichō; forgetting what it truly means to be a part of both. It's truly sickening how so many have lost sight of this, it truly is." She murmured darkly, lifting her head so that she could gaze upon the sleeping form of Ichigo and the quiet, lost in thought Quincy.
The sight of Ichigo curled around Ishida was enough to scrounge up a whole new round of questions, ones that would prove to be highly amusing to her.
Kisuke was finally out of the dark shroud of thoughts that he had immersed himself into, following his purple haired friend's gaze with his own, only to have a grin tug at his lips. Ah yes, he had forgotten that Yoruichi didn't have a clue as to what was going on with Ichigo-kun, Shirosaki-kun and Uryū-kun, and it was going to be quite fun when it came to explaining just what was going on. It would help if Shirosaki-kun would be there to actually explain his side of the story because he knew for a fact that Ichigo hadn't told him the full story. He had a feeling that he didn't even know what really was going on, especially as he took his actions into account.
He was going to have to find a way to have Shirosaki-kun explain things, without stressing Ichigo any further. The berry was in a horrid state at the moment and they didn't need to make things worse by trying to wring answers out of his hollow. Getting Shirosaki-kun to talk would be the hard part, and with the current state of the vizard's health being taken into account, he would have to do something soon.
"Hey, just what is going on in between those two Kisuke? They're already attached to the hip, and that's more than weird for them. What happened, did they get drunk and reveal deep dark secrets that they never wanted to see the light of day?" Yoruichi teased, wondering if he wanted to be the one that was in Uryū's place. While it was possible that he was jealous of how close Ichigo was allowing the Quincy to be, Yoruichi knew that Kisuke wouldn't want to hurt him more than he already was. She had seen how happy he was when he was curled up against Ichigo; he practically glowed while he was in his presence. There was just so much that he didn't let others know about him, and she was determined to find out what she had to so that she could ensure the happiness of not just himself and Ichigo, but Uryū as well.
Ichigo was indeed attaching himself to the Quincy, and she couldn't blame him for doing so. He was pretty attractive once he was actually comfortable enough to lose the cold, calm and collected mask he normally wore. He was attractive even when he was like that, but to actually know that he had emotions and experience them firsthand was another thing entirely. There was something about him that drew Ichigo to him like a moth to a flame; He would be gladly consumed if his actions were anything to go by.
The look that was in Kisuke's eyes was nothing short of mischievous. "Ah, so you've noticed. There is so much to tell about those two, you better get comfortable."
"Just do it already king, get it over with." Shirosaki groaned out, all but ready to forgo his usual pride and stubborn personality to downright plead with Ichigo to stop their suffering. Why in the hell should they go through all of this if they could go and stop everything with the cure that was beneath them? Fuck, he knew that his king could be an idiot sometimes, but come on! Why couldn't he forget the damn pride already and just bend the Quincy over the couch and fuck him there?
"It's not like Yoruichi-san or the crack head geta bōshi would care much." He murmured softly, an annoyed rasp accompanying his snide remark. "The cat woman seems freaky enough to like watching anyways. Blondie, well he's another story. He'd like it anyways."
Ichigo was barely conscious within the strangely tranquil world that was his soul. The heat from earlier had tapered off slightly, dimming to a weaker flame that flared up with every breath he took while he wasn't in contact with Uryū. "Ngh, g'way." He grumbled out, curling in on himself.
"King, are ya listening to me?"
Ichigo was silent, wanting nothing more than to fully black out into the wonderful abyss of sleep that was trying to drag him back into.
"No."
"But king~ if you can answer your loyal horse that means you're listening to me." Shirosaki pointed out gleefully. He would've gotten up and poked Ichigo with Zangetsu's hilt, but he could hardly even stand in the first place. The only weapon he had against his king was his voice, and he was going to use it. He wanted them to finally get laid damn it!
"Shiro?"
"Yeah king?"
"Shut the 'ell up. I'm trying to sleep bastard."
Shirosaki rolled his eyes. "Fine king, I'll shut up," he acquiesced quickly, knowing that even though he'd rather keep him awake, Ichigo did need some form of sleep. "But that's only going to last for so long."
Groaning softly Ichigo let out a deep sigh. He barely understood what the hollow had said, and he had a feeling that the sudden peace and quiet that he was getting would only last for so long.
"You're serious…absolutely serious about this? I can't believe that something as ironic as this would happen to those two." Shocked would be the only way to describe what she was feeling about this.
Kisuke grinned, waving his fan in front of his face in exaggerated motions. "I'm positive that there is something going on between them, and it would be Shirosaki-san that is the catalyst." he affirmed, watching several emotions flit across her face.
The shock quickly turned to amusement as several different scenarios of embarrassing the two ran through her mind which had her smirking like the cat that caught the canary and had the cream too. "You do know that this means, don't you?"
Kisuke's lips turned up into a devious smirk, his hazel eyes twinkling merrily. "Of course," he murmured lowly before turning slightly to gaze at Uryū and Ichigo. The former was lost in his thoughts and the latter was sleeping the night away, unaware of the thing around them. Both were defenseless and unaware of what was being planned, which made things all the more fun. When they actually came to there would at least be something to fall back on when it came to being tired of dealing with the impending threat of Seireitei. "As much as I would like to meddle in his life as Ichigo-kun would put it, we have something that is more important to deal with currently."
"Aah, you're right," Yoruichi began in a lazy drawl, stretching and yawning widely. She was nowhere near tired, but sitting where she was for the amount of time that she did and in a low lit area was enough to make her feel a little drowsy. "It will be a better idea to discuss plans of moving forward when Ichigo is actually conscious. I don't think that he'll take the fact that we decided what to do while he was literally dead to the world." She stated factually.
Snorting in amusement, Kisuke shook his head. "He'd be better off if we actually had a few back up plans in the works anyways, you know that." He murmured dismissively, feeling satisfied as he noticed the look of realization that etched itself across the violet haired woman's features. "They need to be laid out in a way that he will be able to be himself and rush into things, yet thought out enough so that he wouldn't be making everything worse while things started to fall into place."
A dark look crossed over Yoruichi's features as she sighed deeply. "You know, I hate it sometimes that you're such a damn genius Kisuke." She complained outright, a playful glare sent towards him. "As much as I hate that side of you sometimes, you do make one damn good point. So, what do you have in mind?"
The sounds of fabric rubbing against fabric and a soft exhale of breath drew their attention to Uryū, who was glancing at the two with an indescribable expression.
"You could start by making sure that you aren't leaving me out of this discussion for one thing." Uryū interjected, glancing at the two with a raised brow. He wasn't all that deep in his thoughts and had easily broken free from them. In doing so, he had heard almost everything that had been said. More than likely he had heard everything, it was just that he blocked out parts so that what had been said wouldn't get to him as easily as it would.
"Kurosaki may be dead to the world as he is now, but I have a feeling that Shirosaki-san can hear us, only barely if that. I'm not sure as to how much control he has over their body currently." He mused out loud as his eyes raked over the sleeping form of Ichigo, who was still pale from the shared control he assuredly still had over the body that they inhabited.
The two were incredibly weaker than what they normally were, and even now Ichigo seemed to be struggling at times to keep himself together. It was ironic that the words that the hollow had sprung upon them earlier had come back to him in such a way, startling and sudden like a flash of lightning.
"I already told ya king, you either fuck the shit out of the Quincy here, or you go and find someone that will. Otherwise you're going to end up hollow food. The thing is I'm not going to let that happen. So you need to either take the Quincy real damn soon, or I'll find us someone that'll be our ways to an end."
The tenor of Ichigo's voice with Shirosaki in control was attention catching in itself, and the statement that accompanied the serious, dark and warbled tone was maddeningly frustrating, especially when Ichigo's stubbornness was concerned. While he meant every word about not being used like a puppet, deep down he was a bit worried as to just how his sleeping companion would get himself out of this jam. There wasn't an obvious way out, and Ichigo wouldn't go and just fuck anyone to get him through this. He had more sense than that to try and do that. Then, there was Shirosaki to consider as well. He wouldn't let Ichigo do something that was in no doubt considered foolish in his eyes, especially with the fixation that he had upon himself.
Ah yes, that brought him to the real dilemma that he was facing. As much as he was pissed off with the assumption that Shirosaki was making of him, he also couldn't help but to ponder the hollow's increasingly apparent human tendencies. He was just like any human being when it came to the want of securing a good future that he could make even greater. That was something that made him as much of an enigma as Ichigo was, and he wasn't sure if he was amused or irritated at the fact.
Watching Uryū's semi-unguarded state with amusement as he was lost in thought unknowingly he coughed lightly and couldn't help but to laugh when a light flush dusted itself across the pale Quincy's face. "So you're back from the prison that taunts most intellectuals?" He teased, taking great delight in watching him try to compose himself. It was a view that only a scant handful of people could even admit to see, and he couldn't help but to feel pleased that he was now included in that group. "I don't blame you, I'd want to sit back and enjoy the view as well." He said impishly, finding great amusement in the indignant glare that was tossed his way.
"So he was right, you are an unrepentant pervert." Uryū idly said, schooling his features back into a calm mask. It was highly aggravating how easily the blonde could worm his way underneath most, if not all of his defenses to garner a response from him. In some ways he would link both Urahara and Kurosaki together in that respect, but it was evident that the former had more experience doing so than he could have ever imagined. Ichigo had his moments, but there were times where he wasn't nearly as bad as Urahara was thankfully.
"That's all up to interpretation," he replied flippantly. He wasn't going to go and deny something that had been blown to incredible proportions when Ichigo was younger; the teen hadn't let him forget it since. "I can deny all I wish, yet the evidence stacks up against me every time."
"Pervert." Ichigo mumbled as he clutched Uryū tighter, breathing in shallowly. The Quincy's skin was pleasantly cool to the touch and even in sleep he wasn't going to let him go. Faintly he recognized the feeling of fingers carding through his hair which had him nuzzling against the pale teen with a happy sigh.
Uryū rolled his eyes. Even asleep Ichigo managed to insult someone, which wasn't all that surprising. It was more amusing to see the reactions of everyone else as he spoke one word that rang incredibly true that caused Yoruichi to break out into laughter. Even he couldn't keep the amused smirk from showing on his face as the blonde glowered. Though he was somewhat annoyed, it was obvious that Urahara was also amused at Ichigo's semiconscious mutterings.
"See, now that takes talent. Ichigo-chan here can even call you a pervert when he's half asleep! He really does know you well enough to do that Kisuke." Yoruichi crowed in amusement, letting out a few guffaws before she remembered that the one that had caused her to break out into raucous laughter in the first place was trying to sleep, no matter how sick he was. Settling for a wide grin she settled back against the table.
Kisuke had to have been right because just by glancing at the two, it was hard to even remember that they normally were at each other's necks more than they would be in a companionable silence. But now, with the current situation that was occurring around them, she knew that their current closeness couldn't just be attributed to their now shared hatred over Seireitei's authority, there was something else that they had started to bond over, and Shirosaki, whom she had finally learned the name of from Kisuke was the catalyst. He was quite vague in describing what exactly was going on between the two, but he didn't skimp out in describing what Ichigo was going through. He always did find a way to get under her skin, and with how tight lipped he was being currently, she would have to bring out the big guns by teaming up with Isshin against him.
He was dead tired, wanting nothing more than to sink gleefully into the dark abyss of sleep that his king had entered. There would be no sleep for him tonight though. He was too preoccupied with keeping his king sane and actually functioning. He was the slightly insane one; he couldn't let his king usurp his spot! Fuck, with everything that has been going on he had all but forgotten his idea before of taking over his king's body, and strangely enough it was because of that Quincy friend of his King.
He had at first viewed the archer with indifference, noting that he was definitely worth more to them as an ally in battle than the whiny, bubbly, big breasted girl Orihime was. God, he hated that girl sometimes. She was nothing more than a whiny, floozy that had powers that actually interested Aizen for once. Hell, he knew for a fact that the almighty king of all disillusioned bastards was interested in the whole little group of friends that his king had. But that was beside the point, with how Seireitei basically declared a flat out war against his king; they definitely got the short end of the stick. There would be the group of vizards that the annoying shit Shinji was leading, the group of friends his king had, and he couldn't forget to mention the highly annoying were cat and geta bōshi as well to add to the mix against them. He wasn't a tactical genius or anything; he'd leave it to anyone else to fit that role before he was placed into it for his good luck on the battlefield. Because of the strange feeling he was having considering Aizen, he couldn't help but to think that he would be highly interested in what was going on.
Scowling he weakly wiped away the grime and sweat from his forehead. He wouldn't put it past the bastard to make an appearance after hiding out in Hueco Mundo.
Redirecting his thoughts once more he almost laughed at the thought of the whiny orange haired girl fighting to protect his king. Now that was someone that wasn't fit for battle. The girl just didn't get the fact that she was only seen as a friend to his king, and that even though he saw both sexes as fields for potential partners she just didn't fit what he was looking for. It was like she was fighting a losing battle with the way that she thought that she could fight alongside the ragtag group of friends that his king has, but she was nothing more than a healer. His king wouldn't go for something as weak as she was; he needed someone that would be able to stand up to him without breaking. He would have to grudgingly admit that she was great at healing, but that would be about it. Why couldn't that strong chick Tatsuki be strong enough to fight alongside them? He had a feeling that she would've been a sight to see on the battlefield. King always did say that she was one of the strongest women that he knew; it really was too bad that he wasn't as close with her as he was with Orihime because of extenuating circumstances.
Maybe she would be able to knock some sense into his king, that's if the damn were cat couldn't.
Huffing in annoyance he tried to push himself upright, even in a sitting position would've been better than the sprawled position that he was in against the buildings that served as the main landscape of his king's soul. Sweat fell in rivulets down the back of his neck, causing his normally comfortable shihakushō to feel anything but. The heat that was now becoming nothing short than being a great inconvenience when it came to the current situation for him. For his king, it was a different story. There was no way In hell that he was as worse off as he was at the moment, especially because he got to bask in the feeling of skin to skin contact with the Quincy!
No, his name was Uryū; he should call the Quincy by his name after all. Eventually, he would start to realize just how much he was affected by what his king was going through, and not just because his king would eventually choose him as the one that he would spend his life and afterlife with. He was damn sure that he would come to his senses and finally admit that he was right after all. Even though he knew for a fact that they were soul mates so to speak, they still had a choice whether or not to go through with things. His king couldn't wait that much longer to make a decision, and the Quincy, Uryū had to either grudgingly accept the effort to keep himself sane and in the world of the living or scorn them and act like nothing had happened at all.
For all of their sakes, he actually hoped that it would be the former that would happen. Considering the fucked up things that normally happened to his king, there would be in no doubt be one hell of a ride to either result.
Because of the fact that his king was dead to the world as many would put it, he had a surprising amount of control over his body. Even with the new found control he did have, he was too weak to keep complete control for very long.
"Someone talking 'bout me?" he managed to rasp out as he cracked his eyes open. Thankfully it was dark out because he didn't have to worry about any form of light causing the intense headache that he had currently to go into one of those migraines that his king had before. He wasn't a stranger to pain, but fuck, those hurt like hell. Having your head feel like it was splitting open and the pain didn't want to stop was something that he'd rather not feel for a while.
"It's been a while, Shiro-kun."
A rough laugh was the response to Urahara's statement. "Yeah, and I could've waited a bit longer to see you again, damn crack headed geta bōshi."
"Now, don't be that way. You know that you like me more than you'd admit." The acclaimed geta bōshi replied, grinning mischievously at him. That damn grin of his always served to get under his skin and ruffle him more than anything. It was that grin that spoke of things unsaid and what he probably already knew what was going on. The way that the blonde almost always seemed to know what the hell was going on at the moment and the uncanny way that he was able to both help and hurt people at the same time. He was an incredibly frustrating man, also fucking brilliant at times, but it was the way that he acted that caused many, not just him to second guess him. That had to be the reaction that he was after. It worked well enough for him anyways.
"I had a feeling that you were in control now that Kurosaki is sleeping. It seems that I was right about that at least." Uryū commented lightly, stopping his fingers from carding through his hair.
Protesting greatly because of Uryū stopping the highly relaxing action, Shiro gripped the hand that now rested on the couch cushion. "Why'd ya stop for?" he whined out, uncaring about the audience he had. They'd eventually get used to him anyways, so why not start now by exposing them to his behavior? Bringing the cool, pale hand to his face he nuzzled against it with a purr. The pleasant feeling of being so close to someone that didn't want to kill him had a new warmth coursing through him, unlike the heat that was currently on the brink of overwhelming his senses. He hadn't forgotten what he had said to the bitch of a taichō, and that same giddiness that he felt when he heard those words came back to him with a flood of emotions.
A hollow couldn't feel emotions, bah! How stupid is that assumption? He was a hollow, although he was incredibly different from the rest of them and definitely a hell of a lot better looking. He was a bit miffed that was still the current consensus about how a hollow acts and how they should feel. They should take a look at him and at least rethink their position on his race!
Raising a brow Uryū glanced at him curiously. "I stopped because there are some questions that you need to answer. Some that will be easiest asked to you because of the state that Kurosaki is in."
That confused Shirosaki completely. He was worse off than his king was, the only reason that he seemed to be worse off was because he was in the weak, human body. It was because his king was still human, and not in his soul body. His soul body was incredibly strong, and it could take more of a beating than his human body could. "Whaddya mean? I'm worse off than king!"
"That's one of the main questions there, Shiro-kun. Just why is Ichigo-kun in such a state when it's painfully obvious that you are the one worse off currently?" Urahara questioned.
"Shit, you just had to ask that, didn't you?"
"Looks like you have something for me Ulqui-chan, what's up?"
"Would it hurt to call me by my name, Gin-sama?" Ulquiorra replied calmly, feeling slightly annoyed that the silver haired man wouldn't call him by his name still.
"What fun would that be? It keeps you on your toes." He reminded him with a smirk before gesturing for the pale espada to start talking.
"You were right to assume that the sōtaichō would do something foolish soon enough. He has the notion that if he would turn against the ryoka group and Kurosaki Ichigo in particular, he will make Seireitei safer. He was turned into a vizard when he regained his powers so that he could rescue Kuchiki Rukia, and left everyone unawares as to what really happened. That would be the only reason that the sōtaichō would react in such a volatile way I would say. If Kurosaki Ichigo is caught and detained, he would be stripped of his powers and held for sentencing upon sōkyoku hill." He said stoically.
Raising a brow, Gin regarded the cuatro espada with a critical eye. "Ya know, with how good you are at surveillance, its sorta creepy sometimes."
Ulquiorra remained stoic. Something as trivial as that didn't matter to him, what really mattered was getting his job done. He did, and that was enough for him. He continued to prove his usefulness to Aizen-sama and that was what mattered most. He was proving his existence by doing so, which fueled his efforts to complete all of the missions that he was given.
"Good work, keep this between us for righ' now though. Taichō's in one of those moods again." Gin commented lightly as he exited the dimly lit room they were in, heading for Aizen's energy signature.
Ulquiorra watched the man leave before exiting the room himself to head to his rooms. With several unread tomes sitting upon his bookcase, he would be there for a while.
"Ara, now this is getting good Aizen-taichō! Something really interesting is happening with the ryoka boy according to Ulqui-chan!" Gin chirped happily, finding the happenings within Karakura that he was briefed about by the sullen green eyed espada. He liked working as the pseudo director of intelligence in his taichō's castle; it gave him something to do. If his taichō did get his way, he would shape this bleak and sullen world into a paradise fit for his rule. Seireitei wasn't fit to be a kingdom; it housed bigots and those that chose power over honor. Something that they couldn't go back to, even if they wanted to do so.
"Is that so, Gin?"
Shadows curled around the lithe form of the former sanbantai taichō, highlighting his pale features. The shadows twisted his normally benevolent mask into the true face he held behind it, making the grin upon his face look almost as sinister as he intended it to. "Yeah, apparen'ly Seireitei, more importan'ly the sōtaichō decided to attack berry-chan head on! Just because he's a vizard and he was right under their noses the entire time, he wants the kid stripped of his powers and held for sentencing on Sōkyoku Hill." He replied as easily as if he was talking about the weather.
"So the sōtaichō has finally turned upon Kurosaki-san, an unfortunate act on his part. At last, the sōtaichō won't be able to keep such a wildcard as that particular ryoka on his side. Wherever he goes, so will Hirako's group, along with his friends as well; he will prove to be of great use to us Gin." Aizen murmured softly, tenting his fingers before him as he lost himself in his thoughts once more. It wasn't anything that Gin wasn't used to; he expected it to happen some times in fact.
"Whoo boy, I can already see the gears turnin' in your head taichō, just what do you have in mind for the ryoka boy?" Gin asked to an empty hallway. Promptly exiting the room when he saw that Aizen was in that particular state of mind he decided to roam the halls as he looked for something to occupy his time, or even someone. Spotting a shock of teal blue hair a spring entered his step as he sneaked closer to where the sexta espada was lounging out in the sunlight. He really was like a cat when he was like this more than he would admit.
"Grimmjow-chan!" He chirped out happily, laughing when the half asleep espada jolted up in surprise.
"Holy fuck!" Whipping his head around quickly he finally spotted the cause of his surprise settled a dark glare upon Gin. "Just what in the fuck are you doing here?"
"I'm finding somethin' to do and I found you. I really hope you know wha' tha' means."
Grimmjow paled. He knew all too well what it meant to leave Gin bored. Chaos would be the result, and it wasn't a good kind of chaos. "Fuck." He hissed out as he was pulled down a corridor in the opposite direction from where the shinigami came from.
"You really don't know when to stop asking questions, do you crack head? Some really are better left unanswered." Shirosaki grumbled out, leaning into Uryū's hand as he resumed the action of carding his fingers through his hair. What he really wanted to do was sit back, close his eyes and bask in the feelings that were coursing through him, both the ones that were welling up inside him due to his closeness with the Quincy and the ones that were because of his heat. He finally figured out just why he was feeling so strongly about this, it was because his king was feeling the same way! He was a separate entity from his king, but they influenced each other more than they would've thought.
"Just answer and this will be over faster." Uryū prodded, jabbing his fingers lightly against his scalp.
"That's the point; king's going to be completely pissed at me because I didn't tell him this sooner!"
"And just what haven't you told my son yet Shirosaki-san?"
Everything stopped with that question, the living room was dead quiet. Even Shirosaki knew this voice; it was one that belonged to someone that meant a hell of a lot to his king even if they fought daily.
"Old man?" he spluttered in shock, his eyes widening as he took in the figure that was standing in the doorway. He wasn't dressed in casual clothes, or even the doctor's scrubs that he had seen a memory of him wearing before. No, he was wearing black robes—shinigami robes with a white cloak on his back. Aw fuck, was he a shinigami and a taichō at that? Just what in the hell wasn't king telling him?
"Isshin-san? Why have you chosen to appear, now of all times?" Uryū queried.
Isshin laughed. "Seireitei made the wrong move concerning my son, and now they will not just deal with him, they will deal with me as well. I don't plan on being as forgiving as I was with Kisuke's exile. I protect my family and friends, and that's that."
Uryū and Shirosaki knew where Ichigo got his hardheaded views from now. There was no doubt that he got them from his father, who was hiding more from them than they had thought.
Reduced to laughter, Shirosaki looked at Isshin amusedly. "Ya really wanna know dad? Alrigh', I'll tell ya what I'm keeping from king, and know this now, I have a damn good reason for doing so."
Isshin was dead serious as he sat down. "Alright then, talk."
Author's Note: Sorry it took me so long to get this up; I've been rather busy with things for school. Now that I have everything somewhat settled, I went back and finished this. For now, updates will be a bit sporadic until I know that I'll be able to sit down and write. Once I'm able to, I'll be updating more regularly. I really do love writing as Gin, hopefully I kept him in character.
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