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Title: Surprising Friendships and Love
Fandom: Bleach
Chapter: 1
Characters: Aizen, Isshin
Word Count: 1,261
Warnings: AU, Gay couples, cross dressing
AN: Okay, so I had to finish editing this story. I am very happy to present the first chapter of this lovely long ass bitch. Over 18K so I’m happy with it.

Take a moment, read the warnings. Yes, it is AU. Yes, I do use Shuuhei instead of Hisagi. Why? Because I prefer Shuuhei. You will notice that I do this throughout all of my stories.

It’s nothing new.

Remember! Flames are used to make s’mores for me, my girl and the Affy-chan while we cackle at you.

Enjoy though!

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Aizen smiled at his lover. “Your oldest is at his mother’s, right?” he asked. Isshin smiled at the other man as they unpacked the last of their things.

“Yeah. He already moved his stuff into his bedroom and wanted to stay out of the way. He didn’t want to deal with your son just yet. According to him, they run in different social circles,” he drawled. Aizen chuckled softly.

“Your son spends time with Sado, Ishida, and Orihime correct?” he asked as he placed his boxers into the dresser.

Isshin hummed. “Indeed. You’ve met him a few times. You can also see that with him cross dressing that he’s not often welcomed,” he drawled. “Shuuhei and Ichigo know of each other, are in the same class, but rarely interact,” he said, shrugging. “It’s fine. After class on Monday they be coming home around the same time.”

Aizen smirked and pulled his lover close, stealing a kiss before a giggle from the doorway pulled them apart. “Hello, Yuzu-chan,” he drawled, getting a beaming smile from the young blond girl.

“Hello, Aizen-san. I just wanted to tell you that lunch is about done, and Shuuhei-san has arrived with his friends and more stuff,” she chirped.

Aizen chuckled and walked over, smoothing a bit of her hair down. He knew the twins better than he knew Ichigo. The young man was rather wary about getting to know a person, even a person that his father has been dating for several months already and loved. His mother had seen to his wariness with her need to tease at possibly getting back with his father often enough.

Aizen understood and was glad that the woman was finally getting the needed help, even with it being a court ordered therapy.

“Thank you, Yuzu. Your father and I shall be down once we wash our hands,” he said, Yuzu beaming before bouncing downstairs.

Isshin smiled, heading for the bathroom with Aizen him to wash his hands. “Come on, no need to make Yuzu, Karin, Shuuhei and his friends waiting,” he drawled. Hands washed, they headed down stairs. They found that Shuuhei had gotten help from Grimmjow and Nnoitra to move the last of the stuff to the new house that they were sharing.

Isshin was planning on keeping his clinic at the old house that he had bought long before he had married his wife. He had turned the upstairs into a crash pad when he couldn’t get home because of patients or needing to be there overnight. Luckily the new home, a larger three-story home, was close enough for him to walk there in the morning, or drive when it was an emergency.

Aizen had a study set up on their first floor so that he could work, most days, from home.

“Shuuhei-kun, got the rest of your things?” he asked, smiling at the lanky male that was slightly taller than his own son.

Shuuhei smiled and nodded his head. “Hey. Yeah, got it all.” He looked around. “Just us?” he asked.

Isshin smiled. “Ichigo decided to stay at his mother’s after moving his stuff in,” he said.

Grimmjow blinked. “Ichigo…as in the red head who cross dresses?” he asked, surprise coloring his tone.

Aizen chuckled softly. “Indeed. Ichigo-san is Isshin’s oldest child,” he told them, the three sharing a look.

Shuuhei shook his head, amazed that he hadn’t connected the name Ichigo with his classmate. The guy didn’t look like much, wearing the usual school uniform with a cardigan, and the few times he had caught him at work, it had been in a basic outfit with a pair of slacks and a loose shirt. His hair, while an odd color being the color of flames, was always pulled back and pinned out of the way.

Shrugging, he sat down at the table, his friends sitting with them while Yuzu and Karin started to lay out lunch.

The next day found Ichigo missing from classes, the first day of their last year. A note came with Yuzu, before a camera was set up, and hooked up to a computer. It allowed those who couldn’t come to class attend classes via stream.

Shrugging, Shuuhei turned back to his own notes, ignoring the fact that Ichigo was at home already and probably lounging around.

When lunch came around, he grunted and moved his desk around so that he, Nnoitra, and Grimmjow were all facing each other. “So, did Ichigo get home last night?” Nnoitra asked as he pulled out his bento.

Shuuhei hummed and blinked at his own bento which had been packed by Yuzu. “Yeah. Didn’t see him last night but it sounds like he was on crutches again,” he said, shrugging. They had seen Ichigo on crutches a few times in the last couple of years but had ever really asked why. Just that between one year and the next he had stopped wearing knee high stockings and instead wore thigh high stockings year-round. “I didn’t see him this morning, but Yuzu took breakfast up to him.”

“Sounds spoiled,” Grimmjow snorted.

“Yeah, right. Anyways, you gonna come over to start on the end of term projects?” he asked, snapping his chopsticks in two.”

“Sure, why not. Maybe get ta see your new place with it decorated,” Nnoitra drawled, stealing some of Shuuhei’s rice. “Damn, that’s good. Yuzu made it right?”

“Yep. Don’t know who made the onigiri since it was made when Yuzu was putting the bento’s together,” Shuuhei said, shrugging and picking one up. He blinked at the fact that there was umeboshi within. “Huh. Whoever made it, made it with umeboshi in at least a couple of them.”

Grimmjow grunted and picked up one of them, splitting it to find grilled beef within. “Damn, they did some good stuff,” he said, shaking his head and splitting it with Nnoitra. They both knew that Shuuhei wasn’t a big fan of onigiri with beef in it but loved umeboshi. And that he tended to share his food. “What are you gonna do as your end of term essay?” he asked.

“Something on Japanese history and how we intereacted with the rest of the world,” he drawled, shrugging. “You?”

“Most likely the economics of Japan in the last fifty years,” Grimmjow said.

“Wars that Japan has been a part of and the long reaching effects of them,” Nnoitra drawled. Grimmjow and Shuuhei both snorted, knowing that their friend was a nut for history, and anything to do with the ripple effect of wars. Last year he had done a ripple effect of the depression on modern day America.

Nnoitra was smart but wasn’t living with his parents, which meant he couldn’t always focus on his homework. Living on his own and working to supplement the help that he got from his father’s family took quite a bit of his time from Thursday to Sunday.
“You’re good at those,” Grimmjow drawled. “Need ta that last one to that one journal. I’m tellin’ ya.” The three finished their food, the teacher tapping away at the keyboard, most likely discussing a few things with Ichigo and whoever else watched the classes.

After class, they headed to Shuuhei’s new home that he and his father shared with Isshin and his children. “Go ahead to my room. I’ll grab drinks,” Shuuhei said, waving his friends off before stepping off to the side and into the kitchen. Grimmjow and Nnoitra shared a look before shrugging, heading for the stairs, Nnoitra coming to a stop before the living room door with wide eyes.
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