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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: 8

Series: A Shifting World

Characters/Pairings: (Kenpachi, Yachiru), (Hanataro), (Nemu, Mayuri), (Rukia), (Hitsugaya, Hyourinmaru), (Unohana)

Warnings: More thinking and talking

Word count: 2,193

AN: We are up to 8 chapters. I'm working my way through this. Hope you guys enough this. Please remember that all old reviews shall be placed into the new AN's.
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Watching as Yachiru bounced around their office, babbling on and on about Ichigo and how the division had reacted to his transformation into a girl, Kenpachi rolled his eyes. He signed yet another piece of paper that sat on his desk.
When he had been chosen to head into Hueco Mundo along with the rest of the group, he had expected a free for all fight. But what they had found was a nicely endowed Ichigo lunging at the freaky pink haired Arrancar. He had been disappointed all the way up to the meeting with Ichigo standing there in front of them while wearing a borrowed female Shinigami uniform.
That rather lovely sight had easily knocked him out of his sullen mood and right into a leering mood. He had hidden that face and kept a close eye on how she was acting. The vibes he and the others were feeling had ignited their need to take care of and protect Ichigo.
Kenpachi knew that the male forcibly turned female could take care of herself, but she was still off balance. And the large taicho had a soft spot for the lovely red head, much like Ulquiorra had by his observations. Not that either man would admit to it, that was just the way they were.
Sitting back from his desk, the scarred man raised an eyebrow as he got a bright eyed look from Yachiru, staring at her in return. “What?” he grunted at her. He was unsurprised by the beaming smile that came from her.
“Are you gonna help everyone teach our Ichigo-chan about how things work?” she chirped happily at him.
“When the fuck did Ichi-chan become Ichigo-chan to you?” Kenpachi asked in return.
Scowling at him, Yachiru huffed and said, “When he became a shee. Big booby-chan always says that with females it is more polite to use full names unless you know them really well and have permission not to. Now answer me.” Kenpachi chuckled and made a note to thank Rangiku for the lessons for Yachiru before she shrugged.
“If she doesn’t mind me helpin’. I could teach her about how the Eleventh works at tha least,” he drawled. He decided not to say anything about some of the more sexual aspects of his thoughts. After all, the pink haired brat before him was still quite a few years away from such thoughts and he didn’t want to get them started yet.
“I heard some of the ladies talking about stealing her and booby-chan away for some girl time so that Ichigo-chan had more time to get used to being a girl.”
“Find out what they plan on doin’ and when they wanna do it. I’ll figure out if the budget has room for it,” Kenpachi grunted. Yachiru squealed happily and ran off to do that, leaving her ‘Kenny-chan’ alone with his thoughts.
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Counting the boxes of gloves in supply closet four, Hanataro nibbled at his bottom lip as his thoughts drifted from his work and towards his friend, and what had been done to her. When they had first learned of Ichigo’s capture, he had worried himself into a sickbed until news of a rescue operation had reached him. That bit of news had soothed his fears, his jitteriness calming down.
He had always felt something for Ichigo, from the first time that he had met the rather good looking teen, long before he had become a temporary she. She had had power to spare, but had been reluctant to fight against someone if she could help it. She preferred to knock them out or go around them if the option was available. She hadn’t even wanted to drag Hanataro around after she and Ganju had escaped from a group of Eleventh divisioners. But he had made them take him in his own way.
And really, Hanataro hadn’t regretted a single moment of it beyond the fact that he had betrayed Unohana’s trust in him.

Ichigo had always treated him as if he was just as capable as others on the field of battle, even though he was barely able to defend himself. He was encouraged by her every time that they talked to learn all that he could about his powers and abilities, about his limits and just how far he could push them. He had grown because of Ichigo-san.
But not he was worrying about what she was going through, having been changed from male to a female. Sighing to himself, Hanataro rubbed at his eyes with one hand before he put his supply list down. He left the supply closet, closing the door behind him before heading to the break room. Checking out for the day, he headed towards the small home that he shared with another Fourth division medic who worked the night shifts, finding that the house was already empty.
Which was just fine with him. He did need a little time alone sometimes.
He was, after all, a man with hormones and quite used to actually getting laid at least a couple of times every week. And really? Ichigo, while having been gorgeous as a man, was drop dead beautiful as a female with all of the right curves. Hanataro highly doubted that the others wouldn’t seek their own partners for some private time.
Padding through the house and into his room, he closed the door behind him, wondering if he would ever get a chance with Ichigo. It didn’t matter which gender. Both were good to him.
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Watching her so called ‘father’, Nemu felt her lips tug down into a frown, amazing at how stupid she was finding his rants at the moment. He was sweeping around his office, unbelieving that he had been so callously brushed aside for the exiled Urahara. Her eyebrows were trying to twitch as he started to insult Ichigo-san, making the minds that stopped her from committing patricide snap.
“Urahara-san is not only her master and her sensei, but he is also Ichigo-sans friend. No one trusts you with something so important, especially since you keep expressing the need to dissect her to figure out just how she ticks,” Nemu snapped. Her anger colored her tone, shocking Mayuri into complete silence.
“What did you say, you stupid girl?” the taicho snapped back, jerking when she turned flaring black eyes towards him, her blank face adding to his sudden fear.
“You do know that they call you a bully, don’t you? You may be smart, but you do not have any imagination. So you take it out when they call it out. You work to keep me subservient because it makes you happy,” she snarled before she snorted delicately, the sound almost sneeze like. “Urahara was better than you and he is well trusted. As it is, you are on thin ice with Unohana-soutaicho. Keep it up. I dare you to.”
With her piece said, Nemu stalked out of the office, glaring darkly at whoever came close to her. Mayuri collapsed into his chair, his eyes wide as he stared at the door that had slammed shut behind her, shaking.
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Stalking from one side of her bedroom to the other, Rukia tried hard to squish down her feelings of hurt that Ichigo had decided not to stay with her. She could understand why she didn’t want to, but it still hurt.
Huffing quietly, Rukia flopped back onto her futon and scowled at her vanity mirror, uneasy with how jealous she was feeling about her friend before it swiftly disappeared. Then again, she wasn’t so much jealous of Ichigo but rather of all of the attention that was bound to get from everyone. She wasn’t to sure about why she was feeling that jealous. She should be used to it from when Ichigo had still been a male and the youngest Shinigami to date, even half alive.
Huffing once more, Rukia ran a hand through her hair and scowled.
“But now, with her as a female, and a good looking one to boot, she’ll just upstage me even more. And everyone will want to protect her just because she’ll be more vulnerable than usual,” Rukia snarled to herself. She threw a pillow at her mirror as she growled. Taking a deep breath, she reached up and smoothed a hand through her hair, her gray eyes dark. Well. If Ichigo wanted to be the center of attention again, then so be it.
That didn’t mean that she had to be happy about having to share her partners with another female though.
*~*~*~*
Staring at the wall of his sitting room, Hitsugaya barely twitched as the sun started to set over Soul Society. His mind was stuck on what happened to Ichigo and the reactions to the substitute Shinigami turning into a woman. Most of them had been unsurprising, but a few of them had really surprised him with their reactions.
His fukutaicho’s reaction had been one that had surprised him in a way. Matsumoto had damn near squealed at the thought of a very female Ichigo staying with her. Though, he had absolutely no doubt that she would finally get her into bed. That had been something that she had been trying to do since Ichigo had stormed the Seireitei to save Rukia.
And the near murderous look in Byakuya’s eyes had been enough to make shivers dance up and down his back. But the subtle looks that he had sent her had been much more surprising. Everyone knew that he wasn’t interested in women all that much, preferring his main lover with the occasional side lover. But he had stood there and eyed Ichigo up like every hot blooded male out there, the now young woman standing oblivious to it.
Blinking to himself, Hitsugaya crossed his legs and tapped his knee as he leant his head against one hand as his mind drifted to Rukia.
He highly doubted anyone had noticed the dark look that had passed over her face when Ichigo had decided to stay with Rangiku. But he had seen it. And it made him worried about what was going on in her head. That look had not been anger for her friend’s plight but had been sheer jealousy against someone.
Hitsugaya had very little doubt that the jealousy was directed towards the oblivious Ichigo. The dragon spirit of his zanpakuto growled and rumbled next to him, the temperature dropping slightly around him.
“There is something going on with the closet psycho,” Hitsugaya told Hyourinmaru, his eyes darkening with his worry.
“There is indeed. We’ll watch things for now,” the dragon rumbled, getting a nod from his wielder.
“Yes, we will. Ichigo is in a vulnerable position at the moment, so she will need as much help as she can get until she figures out how this affects her abilities,” the ice taicho said, stroking a hand over his zanpakuto. He stood and left the sitting room of the office, his mind to chaotic to be able to work on his paperwork. With zanpakuto in hand, he headed to the training grounds.
*~*~*~*
Sending off the last pile of paperwork off with one of her assistants, Unohana stood up and walked over to her window. She smoothed a hand over her braid, her eyes dark with thought.
She was worried about the young Shinigami who had come into her car and was one of her most powerful fighters and what was going on with the young woman. To be changed into a gender that was not her own, and not knowing if she would be able to be turned back. It must be eating at her.
Sighing to herself, she looked towards the gates that had to the world of the living and watched as Ikkaku said goodbye to a few of his friends before he left. Unohana wondered what the reactions of Ichigo-chan’s friend, and how they would feel about the fact that the war was on a kind of hiatus.
And not because they had stopped trying to attack, to topple Seireitei over, but because Aizen hadn’t done anything beyond kidnap Ichigo in the last six months. Even then, he had let her go willingly when they had come for her, even though at the time, they had thought that she had still been a male.
But Unohana knew that even if Ichigo had still been a male, he still would have allowed her to leave. He had simply taken her to tell her something to pass on to everyone who was a part of the war. She would tell everyone about it when they had gathered everyone together and had been told what had been done to Ichigo.
Turning away from her window as an assistant came into the office with a new pile of papers in his arms, she smiled and dismissed the man once he had set the papers down. She sat down at her desk once more and continued to do her work, a part of her mind still swirling with her thoughts.
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