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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: 6

Series: A Shifting World

Characters: Rangiku, Ichigo, Ulquiorra, Urahara, Isshin

Warnings: More talking

Word count: 1,984

AN: And it's time to repost some more of these chapters. I hope that you guys are enjoying the new rewrites and that it is looking much smoother. Remember, once I finish rewriting this story, I'll be working on the sequel. But I'll also be rewriting Finding a Bit of Trust.
Which should be fun...yeah.
Anyways! Enjoy!
Reviews:
MomOfFluffyAndFluffier: Sweety, I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE your reviews. They give me good ideas for little side stories. That last AN was meant for idiots that don’t know how to present random ideas on another of my stories. Never you. *noses and cuddles* And I am taking a couple of your ideas. ;)
Anon: Why thank you there. :3 It is to.
Okay, onto the OTHER review…Age for Ichi is 18. I kept forgetting to note that. But Isshin does have something outrageous planned. ;) As for our Ulqui-chan…oh he’s going to be so very possessive around chapters 12, 13 and 14. Why will come out. *smoochies*
LilianKnight: Oooh, yes, finally, an update! Yay for me!!
Uchiha Mizuki: Of course there is! See, this pretty chappy is here.
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“Ichigo, let’s sit down for the moment,” Isshin said softly, walking them over to her bed. Sitting down, he held his shaking daughter close, amazed at how vulnerable she was acting. He hadn’t seen his child, son or daughter, be so vulnerable since they had lost her mother. Smoothing his hand up and down the lean back, Isshin felt her slowly stop trembling, relaxing into him with a sniffle. “Talk to me, Ichigo. What happened?”
“Well, you know how I was kidnapped after that one fight? Apparently it was because Aizen wanted to tell me about why he was trying to take over Soul Society and why he was backing down to just watch how things were going. At least since Unohana-san took over as sou-taicho,” Ichigo sighed as she sat up, wiping away her tears that had escaped. “During my time there, I was watched over Ulquiorra, who nearly glued me to his side after Nnoitra had the grand idea of attacking me right after I was declared off-limits.”
“Outside of that probably very stupid attack, did they treat you well?” Isshin asked, her making a note to destroy the one who had dared to attack his eldest child.
“Yeah, they did. At least until yesterday when I apparently ended up drugged and changed into a girl by Szayel for his breeding needs. Since my soul is still connected to my body, I’m still half alive in some odd way. Thus I’m able to get knocked up real easily as long as I have the proper parts,” she replied before she ran a hand through her hair, looking up at her father. “Think about slow murder later.” The drawled words made Isshin blink down at her before he smiled softly and ruffled her hair.
“Moving on, your body is at Urahara’s shoten right now. It also looks very much like a female. Yuzu and Karin used it to make sure that they had bought the right sized clothing for you by the way. They also packed up your IPod and laptop so you can use them. Sado has already promised me to collect your homework for school and will make sure to send it to you via e-mail. Urahara set it all up for you so you can connect to the Living World internet,” Isshin stated, pointing to the bags that they had come with. The soft smile was very worth all of the shopping, even as Ichigo stood up and walked over to start sifting through her bags. She put her IPod and e-book readers down next to her bed.
“Thanks, dad,” she said, walking to him and hugging him tightly. He idly mused that she was a lot like her mother and Yuzu as a woman.
“You’re welcome, child. You do know how to put on a bra right?” Isshin asked, watching as Ichigo go red before she grabbed a pillow and attacked him with it.
“And just who do you think had to explain the damn things to the girls? You sure as hell couldn’t!” Ichigo yelled, diving for the bags finally, finding fresh clothes in them. Shaking her head, she collected a pair of panties, bra, pants, and a shirt, sending her father a look until he smiled and moved to face the door as Ichigo once more move to stand behind the screen.
Pulling off the borrowed sleeping kimono, she redressed in her new clothes, only fumbling a bit with the bra as she got it to sit comfortably. Gazing into the vanity mirror as she stepped around the screen once more, she missed the soft look that Isshin had on his face at the sight of her. Walking over to his daughter, he pressed a kiss to her head, hugging her close with a sigh.
“I swear that you look so much like your mother at this moment,” he said softly, smoothing her hair down as she looked at him. “She looked a lot like you when I had first met her. I just never noticed it before because you were always scowling at me, never showing your softer side,” he told her, getting a sweet smile.
“Yeah, I suppose I just never really thought I should show it. Right now, I’m blaming all of the changes that have been going on,” Ichigo huffed as she shook her head. Isshin laughed softly and ruffled her hair before the two put up the rest of her things. Ichigo swatted him away with a blush when it came to her intimates.
“I still have to figure out what I’m going to tell everyone,” Ichigo finally said as she once more flopped onto the bed, playing with a pair of tennis shoes that she had found. “At least Unohana-san isn’t making me wear the female uniform for the moment. I had to ask for her help with some of the extra pieces.”
“I have no doubt that she doesn’t want you to have to get used to clothes that would be a bit more complicated than needed while you’re getting used to a new body. Especially since the new body hopefully won’t last long,” Isshin said, leaning against the dresser. “I did hear that you’re going to be learning about the Seireitei and how it all works finally. Along with all of the new laws that are being put into place and old laws that are being overturned.”
“Yeah. Rangiku actually already explained a few things earlier. I now know that Mayuri now has to have permission to do any kind of research on anything or anyone out there unlike before. He can’t get away with murder now,” Ichigo sang. She smirked at the thought of how that had probably pissed the man off and the tantrum he had probably thrown. “He’s also being investigated for sending hollows after Uryu’s grandfather to.”
“Mayuri... That would be Urahara’s old third seat right? He was always pushing the boundaries between right and wrong, even then,” Isshin sighed.
“And now he is finding himself on a choke chain that is held by the scariest taicho around.” The words finally getting to father and daughter, they found themselves bursting into laughter, leaning against each other as they enjoyed the release that it gave them.
Walking out of the bedroom, having taken a couple of hours just to talk about what was going on, Ichigo snickered as she watched Rangiku try to flirt with the ever stoic Ulquiorra. The Espada was trying to just ignore her, one of his eyebrows twitching as he sipped the tea that someone had made while Urahara watched with a laughing glint in his eyes.
“Rangiku, can you leave Ulquiorra-san alone?” Ichigo asked, her voice husky from her crying jag. The sound of it made Ulquiorra look up quickly and look to her. She smiled soothingly as Rangiku pouted and moved to sit next to Urahara, brushing her hair back. Ichigo sat next to the pale Arrancar as Isshin sat in a comfortable chair.
“So, tell us, what’s the plan?” Rangiku chirped as she poured the two tea, handing a cup over to Ichigo and then one to Isshin.
“Well to start, I plan on opening my old personal labs up and getting them into something of a working order. That should only take me an hour or so, Ichigo-chan,” Urahara said, placing his tea cup to the side. “From what I can gather from the notes, he messed with your chromosomes, suppressing, at best, what makes you a male. It’s also connected to your reiatsu since he did this while you were out of your body.”
“So we get to wait while you try to figure out how to turn me back?” Ichigo asked, getting a nod and a bright smile from her mentor. “Goody.”
“Why didn’t the freak who did this create an antidote just in case something went sideways?” Rangiku asked as she sat back and crossed her legs. Her face looked serious as Ichigo shook her head.
“For others maybe, but not me. The pink haired bastard was going to use me as a way to breed super warriors,” Ichigo growled. Ulquiorra shifted closer to her before going back to relaxing in his seat. “I’ll tell everyone what had gone on while I was at Los Noches once everyone has gotten here. I think I saw Ikkaku heading towards the gates to get my friends so they can hear what happened,” she explained, leaning back in her own seat until she slumped down in her seat. Urahara subtly eyed the lean body before he dragged his eyes away, catching Isshin’s knowing look. Smiling slightly, the man shrugged and raised his tea cup to his lips before he sipped at it.
“Yoruichi-chan will be around sometime tomorrow afternoon. She has a few things that she wants to get and to do before she comes here,” Urahara chirped.
“Do you think that she would mind if Isane and i help with Ichigo’s training?” Rangiku asked him, playing with her necklace. “Especially since she’s gonna have to relearn how to balance while fighting not to mention relearning swordplay. It’s going to be a bitch and she could use all the help possible.”
“And why exactly am I going to be training?” Ichigo asked them, not bothering to lift her head from the back of the couch.
“Mostly it’s a just in case thing. It’ll also help with those general balance problems that you’re probably experiencing. Especially since it’s been nearly nine hours since you got back and I’ve seen you nearly over balance five different times without really showing it,” Isshin chuckled. He had to smile at his child who was pouting at him. “It’ll help, I promise.”
“Fine,” Ichigo huffed before lifting her head and pouting at her chest. “How do women do it?”
“Unlike you, Ichi-chan, we have time to find our balance as our chests grow,” Rangiku giggled, winking at the blushing red head.
“Of course it had to be because mine were grown over a few hours instead of years. Probably didn’t

help that I was knocked out and strapped to a table,” Ichigo huffed, shaking her head with a frown. Turning to Ulquiorra with a curious look on her face, she asked, “How was he able to get to me to do this anyways? I’m still blurry on that fact.”
Ulquiorra put his tea cup down as he answered her question. “I had left your suite in Los Noches to get you tea for a headache that had formed after dealing with Grimmjow.” Sitting back once more, he frowned. “Szayel more than likely grabbed you while you were resting in bed. I found you as you woke up later.” Sighing softly, Ichigo laid her head back onto the couch once more as Isshin muttered about finding the pink haired bastard.
“Tell me this, when do I get to start training?” she asked after a few minutes, leaning into the stoic male next to her and closing her eyes.
“Day after tomorrow would be best. For tonight, we’ll rest and talk, and tomorrow, you’ll get to tell every just what happened while at Los Noches and what has happened,” Urahara stated. His face was thoughtful as he tapped his fan onto his knee. “I’m hoping that nothing will go wrong.”
“Ah, that does remind me,” Isshin said, clearing his throat as he blushed lightly. “Yuzu told me to ask if you would need any kind of...personal items.” Ichigo’s head popped up from Ulquiorra’s shoulders, her eyes widening as a blush overtook her face.
“Dad! Fuck!” she yelped.
“What? I’m just asking what she told me to ask!”

“Dad! Shut the fuck up!”
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