Please and Thank You

Please and Thank You

Chapter 1: Pink Pajamas

“When did you get those?” Aizen asked. Ukitake had stepped out of the bathroom after brushing her hair, dressed in new pink pajamas decorated with a white floral pattern.

“Today, I thought they looked cute,” she said as she climbed into bed next to him. She placed a light kiss on his nose before moving to lie down, but Aizen grabbed the back of her neck pulling her into a passionate kiss.

“I thought you didn’t like pink though,” he said, still gripping her neck, their lips so close Ukitake could feel his move when he spoke.

“It’s not so bad,” she whispered, her heart racing. Aizen chuckled, removing his glasses. Ukitake felt a shiver crawl down her spine, just as she did every time he removed his glasses. She didn’t know why but whenever he did she felt slightly fearful, as if she were somehow in danger.

“You know what I think?”

“What?”

His hand slipped from her neck down her back before resting on her hip, pulling her into his lap. His other hand slipped under her shirt, brushing against the curve of her breast, earning a beautiful gasp from the white haired woman. “You look best without pajamas.”

Somehow in the next few moments of passionate kisses Ukitake lost her clothes as Aizen’s skilled hands explored her body. During the same time Ukitake had managed to deprive Aizen of his shirt, the man moaning into her mouth as she ran her hands up his chest.

When he broke the kiss Ukitake leaned forward, placing light kisses on his chest as she moved down. She lingered at the spot where skin met cloth, slender fingers unzipping his pants at an agonizingly slow pace. Aizen could feel her smirk when he was unable to hold back a sigh as his already erect member was finally released from its confines. She licked up and down his length, continuing to tease the man above her with her slow pace. It was only when he growled her name the Ukitake took him fully into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his shaft. Aizen wove his fingers into her hair, groaning when Ukitake began using her hand to tease his sack. He fingers tightened in her hair, pushing her head down as he came, Ukitake swallowing every last drop of cum before she sat back up.

The white haired woman laid her hands on her husband’s chest, resting her head on his shoulder. She knew he was a long way from finished with her. Sure enough, a moment later found Aizen’s hands teasing Ukitake’s breasts, rolling her sensitive nipples between his fingers. “Sosuke,” she managed to gasp when his mouth clamped onto her earlobe, biting down lightly. After five years of marriage Aizen knew exactly how to work her body.

Ukitake groaned in displeasure as his hands moved away from her breasts, drifting down her body. She arched into him, silently begging him for more, causing Aizen to groan as she rubbed his once again erect cock between their stomachs. He bend forward to kiss her neck, nibbling at her pulse, as his hands slid under her butt and picked her up slightly before impaling her on his member. Ukitake threw her head back in a silent cry. Aizen smirked against her skin, giving her neck one last kiss before pulling away, placing hands on her hips.

Ukitake began to move, bouncing up and down on Aizen’s lap, his steady hands guiding her.”Faster, Jûshirô,” Aizen commanded, his voice sending shivers down Ukitake’s spine. She complied, leaning forward to steal a passionate kiss from him in the process.

Without breaking the kiss Aizen suddenly flipped her over so that she was now pressed between him and the mattress, causing her to let out a surprised squeak which quickly turned into a moan of pleasure when Aizen hit that special spot. She bucked her hips, begging for more, Aizen all too willingly giving it to her. He broke their kiss, his lips ghosting over her skin before lavishing her chest with quick kisses and soft bites.

“Oh, Sosuke!” she moaned loudly as she reached her orgasm.

Her walls tightening around him were too much for him. “Jûshirô!” Aizen managed to growl out as he came with one last thrust.

He pulled out of her before collapsing next to the white haired woman, wrapping her in his arms. He kissed her forehead as she gave a contented sigh. “Maybe I should just get rid of all my pajamas,” she whispered, quickly followed by a yawn.

With her ear pressed against his chest, Ukitake could hear Aizen’s chuckle from his very core. “I would have no complaints about that.”

/

Byakuya and Renji both looked up when they felt Rukia enter the Seireitei. “She’s back early,” Byakuya said softly before disappearing.

“Captain Kuchiki!” Renji shouted after him, using his flash step to try to catch up. “You’d think he’d show me a bit more respect since I became a captain, but no.” When he arrived Byakuya was already talking with his little sister. “Rukia, what’re you doing back already? And where’s Ichigo?”

“Sorry, Renji. I can’t talk right now,” she managed before running off.

“What’s going on?”

“She said she needed to see Captain Yamamoto immediately,” Byakuya answered, still staring after his sister.

“The Captain-Commander,” Renji said, a hand on his head. “It has to be important if she needs to see him.”

“Well, if it’s that important we’ll find out. You might want to get ready for an emergency meeting.”

“Right.”

/

“Lieutenant Rukia, is there something I can do for you?” Chojiro asked as Rukia paused outside Yamamoto’s office trying to catch her breath.

“I need to see the Captain-Commander immediately.” Rukia didn’t know how she managed to keep her composure, but she did.

“What is this about? I can’t let the Commander be bothered by trivial affairs.”

“Let her in, Chojiro,” Yamamoto said, his voice coming through the door.

The lieutenant stood back reluctantly, opening the door for Rukia. She walked in swiftly, bowing to Yamamoto as she stood in front of his desk. “What can I do for you, Rukia?”

“Sir, I need you to look at these,” she said holding up the files.

Yamamoto motioned for her to step forward, taking the files from her when she did. Rukia stood there nervously as the Commander read, scowling as he did so. “Are you sure of this?”

Rukia nodded. “Ichigo and I saw them with our own eyes. Their spirit pressures are the same, just weaker. Ichigo stayed to continue investigating with Yoruichi and Urahara’s help.”

“Chojiro, make copies of these,” he said, handing the files to his lieutenant. “Rukia, call an emergency meeting for the captains and lieutenants. Chojiro will brief the lieutenants. You will come with me to brief the rest of the captains.”

/

“Any luck, Ichigo?” Urahara asked as the orange haired man walked into the shop.

Ichigo shook his head. “I only found out that he’s everyone’s favorite math teacher and is known to be incredibly hard working. Ukitake is pretty well known as well. She comes by almost every day with a homemade lunch for him.”

“Well, I had a little more luck,” Yoruichi said as she walked in as well, still in her cat form. “But you’re not going to like it.”

“I haven’t liked anything about this.”

“Then I’m just going to make it worse.”

/

Yamamoto was already waiting for them as the captains began arriving, Rukia standing by his side. He glared at Kenpachi, the last captain to arrive, before addressing them all. “While in the Human World Captain Ichigo and Lieutenant Rukia discovered an issue that needs our immediate attention.”

He nodded to Rukia, who took a deep breath before stepping forward. “Captain Ichigo and I were invited to attend a class by Uryu Ishida at the university. The professor teaching the class was without a doubt the traitor Aizen.”

This declaration was met with an outburst of fury and confusion, Rukia being buried under their questions. “Why would Aizen be posing as a teacher?” Soifon demanded.

“How can you be so sure?” Komamura asked, his ears laid back.

“If it was him why did you two let him get away?” This came from Hitsugaya, although it was obvious his anger wasn’t directed at Rukia.

“Silence,” Yamamoto commanded, releasing some of his spiritual pressure to make sure he received the captains’ full attention. “The lieutenant was not done with her report. Hold back your outburst until the end.”

Rukia took another deep breath to calm herself, wishing that Ichigo was there so he could give the report instead of her. “At the end of the class a woman arrived with lunch for Aizen, who we later learned was his wife.” She couldn’t help but look to her brother and Captain Kyouraku, knowing that what she said next would affect them the most. “The woman was Captain Ukitake.”

This time she was met with stunned silence. Rukia’s eyes were locked with Kyouraku’s, unable to turn away from the sorrow, shock, and flicker of hope that flashed through his eyes. “Jûshirô,” he whispered with such heartache that Rukia was forced to blink back tears. She managed to break away, but was meet with the sight of her brother frozen in shock, his mouth hanging open slightly.

“And that’s not all.” They all turned to see Ichigo standing in the doorway. He nodded to Rukia as he walked into the meeting room. “I’ll take it from here, Rukia.” The girl gave a sigh of relief as he took the floor.

“Aizen and Ukitake both have amnesia, but the hospital file we found on Aizen stated that he had two siblings. Yoruichi went to investigate, see if she could find out who they are. She found them at the restaurant they co-own with Aizen and Ukitake. Starrk and Lilynette are alive also.”

Byakuya was the first to speak after the long, tense pause. “Is Aizen’s amnesia real, or is he just acting?”

“Don’t know. Either it is, and so is Ukitake’s, or it’s not and he’s manipulating her memories. My guess is on the latter. Yoruichi also came up with a theory. Ukitake’s spirit pressure lets us know it’s definitely her, but it’s weak. After five years she should have recovered it, memories or not, but it’s no more powerful than a human’s. Aizen’s is stronger, and there’s a good chance he’s suppressing most of it. Yoruichi and Urahara both think that it’s likely Aizen’s taking Ukitake’s energy to increase his own.”

“It’s possible,” Yamamoto said slowly as Ichigo finished. “After five years recovering his own powers, plus stealing Ukitake’s he’s most likely back to his full ability already.”

“But why would he tip us off by allowing his spirit pressure to stand out?” Hitsugaya asked. “I don’t believe for a moment that Aizen lost his memories, but if he’s stealing Ukitake’s power why hasn’t he done anything yet? He could have attacked earlier and we wouldn’t have suspected it. Why wait until we found him again?”

“That’s what we need to find out,” Ichigo said. He turned to Yamamoto. “I’d like to form a team to investigate this matter formed by those who were closest to Ukitake. I believe if Ukitake’s amnesia is natural, and not being caused by Aizen, then they might have a chance of jogging her memories.”

“And who were you thinking of taking?” Yamamoto asked. It was obvious to those who knew him well that he was just barely keeping himself from going after Aizen and ringing the traitor’s neck with his own hands.

“Hitsugaya, Byakuya, and Kyouraku. I’d also like to take a member from either Division Four or Twelve in case we get a chance to examine Ukitake’s gigai and can’t reach Urahara or Yoruichi to do so.”

Yamamoto sighed, so softly that if they hadn’t been watching him the captains wouldn’t have noticed it. Eventual he nodded. “Captains Kyouraku, Hitsugaya, and Kuchiki, you will accompany Captain Ichigo to the Human World to investigate this issue. Captain Unohana, you will choose a member from your division to accompany them as well.”

“Of course, Commander,” Unohana said, bowing her head slightly.

“Captain Soifon.”

“Yes, sir,” Soifon said immediately.

“You will go to the Human World as well and conduct your own investigation. You will meet with Ichigo every few days to share what you have found. This matter requires all of our attention and must be taken care of quickly.”

“I understand, Commander.”

“This meeting is dismissed.”

/

“Captain Kyouraku, Captain Ichigo is here,” Nanao said softly. After Ukitake’s disappearance she’d seen her Captain fall apart. It wasn’t in such a way that it was obvious, but she saw it. She thought she’d like a Kyouraku who did his paperwork, but it turned out he just broke her heart. Even five years later he still wasn’t his old self, Nanao doubted he ever would be. And now, now when he’d finally begun to accept life without Ukitake, they’d found her.

“Thank you, Nanao,” he whispered softly.

He stood and headed for the door. Nanao reached out to grab his sleeve as he passed. “Bring her home, Captain.”

“That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

/

“Sosuke, when did I buy these?” Ukitake asked, holding up her pink pajamas.

Aizen looked up from the TV, the news announcer wasn’t that interesting anyways, to look at the garments his wife held. “You said you bought them yesterday, you wore them last night for about two minutes.”

Ukitake looked down at the pajamas sadly, ignoring Aizen’s teasing tone. “I don’t remember,” she whispered.

Aizen stood up slowly and embraced her. “It’s all right, Jûshirô. They’re just pajamas.”

“But I forgot about them, Sosuke. It frightens me when I do. I don’t want to forget you.”

“You won’t.”

“I did once before,” Ukitake retorted, shoving Aizen away with a light push.

Aizen shook his head, kissing the top of Ukitake’s head, running fingers through her hair. “They’re just pajamas, Jûshirô. Everyone forgets something from time to time, it’s normal.”

Ukitake nodded lightly, wrapping her arms around Aizen’s neck. “You’re right, Sosuke. I’m sorry.”

He kissed the top of her head again, rubbing circles on her back. “It’s all right, no harm done. Perhaps we should get rid of these?” he asked, taking the pajamas that were still in her hands. “Would that makes things better?” Ukitake nodded, resting her head against his shoulder. “Then consider it done.”

/

Ugh, that took forever to write. A note on Ukitake’s personality, since her memory loss, since Aizen has been the only constant in her life, I thought it made sense to make her seem slightly more passive than usual. Also, this was the first lemon I've ever written so feedback would be most welcomed.