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Adult +
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Dancing With the Devil
I had this chapter nearly complete but ended up rewriting the entire thing. When I got to the last scene I decided I couldn’t put Ukitake though all the dark, awful stuff I had planned so I changed the plot so it wouldn’t be as dark. Key words in there, as dark. There will still be mental abuse that has to be addressed later on.
Please and Thank You
Chapter 2: Dancing With the Devil Requires Dinner Reservations
Byakuya could only look on as Kyouraku filled the other man’s cup again. They had found out Aizen’s assistant was fond of sake, and with a few quick words from Kyouraku the two were drinking and talking like old friends. “So,” Kyouraku said, slurring his words in such a way that Byakuya knew he was pretending, “how do you like working for Aizen?”
“He’s all right, a pretty nice guy actually. There are rumors going around that he might make department head after being here for only four years.”
“I heard he lost all his memories five years ago though.”
“Yeah, he did, but just about himself. He remembered everything else, but his poor wife…” the man trailed off as Kyouraku filled his cup again.
“What about his wife?”
“You don’t know? She lost her memories at the same time Professor Aizen did, only she could only remember her name. Ukitake had to relearn just about everything. Aizen stood by her the whole time and helped. The girl’s on campus love him for it.”
“They have a happy marriage then?” Kyouraku asked, unable to hold back some of the bitterness from his voice.
“Yeah, it’s obvious they care for each other quite a bit. Although, Aizen can get a bit jealous sometimes. Who can blame him though? Ukitake’s hot.”
Kyouraku and Byakuya both glowered at him for a moment but the boy was too drunk to notice. “Jealous? How so?”
“Well, there was that time at the Christmas party. One of the chemistry teachers got really drunk and kissed Ukitake. Aizen and her left right after that. His former advisor found them three hours later in Aizen’s office, Aizen apparently reminding her just who she was married to. The assistant made the mistake of telling some other assistants about what she saw. Aizen came in right at the part when she was talking about how Aizen liked to make Ukitake bend over and beg for it. Aizen fired her on the spot,” the man said, drinking another cup before continuing, oblivious to the fact that the two older men looked as if they were going to kill him. “Sometimes she’ll bring me lunch when she brings the Professor’s, and every time she does, he makes sure to kiss her pretty passionately in front of me.”
“Kyouraku,” Byakuya said, causing the two to turn to him.
“Ah, yes,” Kyouraku said, placing the bottle of sake in front of him, “if you’ll excuse me, my friend and I have an appointment to get to.”
/
Ichigo and Hitsugaya walked through the halls of the mall department, blending in with the rest of the students. “I still say this is a bad idea,” Hitsugaya said.
“Only if Aizen sees us.”
“Which he probably will.”
Ichigo scowled at him before continuing down the hall. As he rounded the corner he ran into the very person he’d been looking for. The orange haired man fell to the floor with an ‘oof,’ Ukitake coming down with him.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Ukitake said as she pushed herself up. “I wasn’t paying attention.”
Hitsugaya offered her a hand to help her up, managing to keep his face neutral. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine, thank you,” she said. Ichigo stood up, staring down at his stained shirt. “I’m so sorry!” Ukitake said when she saw the mess. The box of food she had been carrying had smashed when she fell, completely covering Ichigo’s shirt.
“Ah, don’t worry about it,” he said, waving it off.
“Jûshirô, what’s going on?” Ichigo and Hitsugaya both froze as Aizen walked up behind the white haired woman.
“Ah, Sosuke, I’m sorry. I ran into this man and spilled your lunch on him,” Ukitake explained as Aizen wrapped an arm around her waist. Hitsugaya turned his head so they couldn’t see the slight twitch in his eye.
“I’m done for the day, so we can go out for lunch,” he said, kissing her cheek. “As for your shirt, that’s unfortunate.” There was nothing in his voice or eyes that showed he recognized the two.
“It’s no problem,” Ichigo said, just barely managing not to growl.
“Let us make it up to you,” Aizen said, removing his arm from Ukitake’s waist to pull out his wallet. “Do you have a pen with you, Jûshirô?” The woman nodded, seemingly pulling out a pen from midair before handing it to her husband. “This is a business card for the restaurant we own. Show it to your waiter when you order, it’ll get you and your friend a free dinner.”
“Thanks,” Ichigo forced himself to say. Aizen nodded, slipping his arm back around Ukitake and leading her away.
“I can’t believe we’re just letting them walk away,” Hitsugaya growled under his breath.
“We don’t really have a choice. If we attack him now we risk hurting Ukitake.”
Hitsugaya took the card from his hand, flipping it over to see what Aizen had written. “Ichigo, the card says four free dinners. Do you think he knows Kyouraku and Byakuya are here as well?”
“Either way, it’s a waste not to take it.”
/
“Found anything of use?” Ichigo asked as Soifon sat down next to him on the park bench.
“I went by their house. There are wards up everywhere within a hundred meter radius. I can’t get close without alerting him,” she said without looking at him. She kept her eyes forward, taking in everything that was happening around them.
“Well, that lets us know Aizen does have his memories,” Ichigo murmured, resting his arms on the back of the bench, tilting his head back to stare up at the sky.
“It’s a rather sloppy,” the petite woman said. “I don’t trust it.”
“It’s Aizen. You shouldn’t trust anything he’s involved with.”
“What did you find?” she asked, her voice sharp.
“Kyouraku and Byakuya talked to the assistant. Apparently, Aizen only forgot who he was, while Ukitake forgot everything but her name. He’s also known to be a little jealous.”
“That’s not much,” she said after a moment of silence.
“We’ve only been here two days.”
“And if the Second Division was handling this we’d be done.”
“Why don’t you just say what you want, Soifon?”
“Everyone on your team, including you, are too close to Ukitake for a proper investigation. You’ll let your emotions get in the way.”
Ichigo stood up with an exasperated sigh. “And that, Soifon, is why the old man allowed us to come. Our goal is to get Ukitake back, not just conduct an investigation. Now, I’ve got a dinner to go to.”
/
“I don’t think Jûshirô’s forgotten everything,” Kyouraku commented as he looked at the menu. “The special is her favorite, Ume Ochazuke.”
“That could just be taste buds, not memories,” Byakuya said. He was not happy they were here, but the other three had overruled his decision and he’d been dragged along.
“We’re here to find information, not bicker,” Hitsugaya snapped at them. He was watching everyone from over the top of his menu.
“Hi, Ichigo!”
Ichigo looked up to see Orihime smiling at him, wearing a waitress’ uniform and holding a pad of paper, ready to take their order. “Orihime,” Ichigo said slowly, “why are you dressed as a waitress?”
“Oh, well we wanted to help so we got jobs here,” she said happily.
“We?”
“Over there,” Hitsugaya said, nodding his head toward another waitress.
“Rukia!”
“Shh,” Orihime said, placing a finger over her lips. “You’re going to blow our cover!”
“What do you think you two are going to find here?”
“Three, Ishida is here as well. He’s a bus boy.”
“Okay,” Ichigo sighed, “what have you three found so far?”
“Not much, but we’ve been able to keep an eye on Ukitake, Starrk, and Lilynette.”
“This isn’t really the place to be having this discussion,” Kyouraku said, reminding them of their surroundings.
“Right. Orihime, can you come to Urahara’s later tonight?”
“Sure, we close at ten so I should be able to get there by eleven.”
“You came.” All five lifted their heads to see Ukitake come to stand by Orihime. “And you brought more of your friends with you.”
All four froze. With that smile on her face and the way she titled her head it was as if they were looking at the Thirteenth Division Captain, not Aizen’s loving wife. “Ah, yeah,” Ichigo managed.
“Treat them well, Orihime,” she said, the young girl nodding in response. “Let me know if you need anything.” And with that she walked away, greeting the other patrons in the restaurant.
/
“So, Rukia, how’d you get here?” Ichigo asked as she, Ishida, and Orihime sat down.
“I convinced Captain Soifon to let me come.”
“Really? She yelled at me today for being too close to Ukitake.”
“I have more experience than most others in the Human World.”
“That explains it.”
“Have you found anything we can use?” Byakuya asked her.
Rukia paused for a moment. “Well, there was one thing we might have found. We were talking about it on the way here.”
“Aizen doesn’t come to the restaurant,” Ishida said, picking up where Rukia left off. “It’s the only time they’re ever apart.”
“You’ve only been there for three days. How’d you find that out?”
“We talked to some of the employees. Everyone knew she was married, but the only time anyone saw Aizen was during the opening,” Orihime said.
“Why would he do that?” Ichigo asked.
“Because he doesn’t need to be there,” Urahara said, fan in front of his face like always. “Starrk and Lilynette are there to watch her.”
Everyone looked up when the door suddenly slammed open, Yoruichi standing in the doorway. “Yoruichi, what’s wrong?” Urahara asked his old friend.
“Soifon is missing.”
/
And that’s where I end for now.
Please and Thank You
Chapter 2: Dancing With the Devil Requires Dinner Reservations
Byakuya could only look on as Kyouraku filled the other man’s cup again. They had found out Aizen’s assistant was fond of sake, and with a few quick words from Kyouraku the two were drinking and talking like old friends. “So,” Kyouraku said, slurring his words in such a way that Byakuya knew he was pretending, “how do you like working for Aizen?”
“He’s all right, a pretty nice guy actually. There are rumors going around that he might make department head after being here for only four years.”
“I heard he lost all his memories five years ago though.”
“Yeah, he did, but just about himself. He remembered everything else, but his poor wife…” the man trailed off as Kyouraku filled his cup again.
“What about his wife?”
“You don’t know? She lost her memories at the same time Professor Aizen did, only she could only remember her name. Ukitake had to relearn just about everything. Aizen stood by her the whole time and helped. The girl’s on campus love him for it.”
“They have a happy marriage then?” Kyouraku asked, unable to hold back some of the bitterness from his voice.
“Yeah, it’s obvious they care for each other quite a bit. Although, Aizen can get a bit jealous sometimes. Who can blame him though? Ukitake’s hot.”
Kyouraku and Byakuya both glowered at him for a moment but the boy was too drunk to notice. “Jealous? How so?”
“Well, there was that time at the Christmas party. One of the chemistry teachers got really drunk and kissed Ukitake. Aizen and her left right after that. His former advisor found them three hours later in Aizen’s office, Aizen apparently reminding her just who she was married to. The assistant made the mistake of telling some other assistants about what she saw. Aizen came in right at the part when she was talking about how Aizen liked to make Ukitake bend over and beg for it. Aizen fired her on the spot,” the man said, drinking another cup before continuing, oblivious to the fact that the two older men looked as if they were going to kill him. “Sometimes she’ll bring me lunch when she brings the Professor’s, and every time she does, he makes sure to kiss her pretty passionately in front of me.”
“Kyouraku,” Byakuya said, causing the two to turn to him.
“Ah, yes,” Kyouraku said, placing the bottle of sake in front of him, “if you’ll excuse me, my friend and I have an appointment to get to.”
/
Ichigo and Hitsugaya walked through the halls of the mall department, blending in with the rest of the students. “I still say this is a bad idea,” Hitsugaya said.
“Only if Aizen sees us.”
“Which he probably will.”
Ichigo scowled at him before continuing down the hall. As he rounded the corner he ran into the very person he’d been looking for. The orange haired man fell to the floor with an ‘oof,’ Ukitake coming down with him.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Ukitake said as she pushed herself up. “I wasn’t paying attention.”
Hitsugaya offered her a hand to help her up, managing to keep his face neutral. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine, thank you,” she said. Ichigo stood up, staring down at his stained shirt. “I’m so sorry!” Ukitake said when she saw the mess. The box of food she had been carrying had smashed when she fell, completely covering Ichigo’s shirt.
“Ah, don’t worry about it,” he said, waving it off.
“Jûshirô, what’s going on?” Ichigo and Hitsugaya both froze as Aizen walked up behind the white haired woman.
“Ah, Sosuke, I’m sorry. I ran into this man and spilled your lunch on him,” Ukitake explained as Aizen wrapped an arm around her waist. Hitsugaya turned his head so they couldn’t see the slight twitch in his eye.
“I’m done for the day, so we can go out for lunch,” he said, kissing her cheek. “As for your shirt, that’s unfortunate.” There was nothing in his voice or eyes that showed he recognized the two.
“It’s no problem,” Ichigo said, just barely managing not to growl.
“Let us make it up to you,” Aizen said, removing his arm from Ukitake’s waist to pull out his wallet. “Do you have a pen with you, Jûshirô?” The woman nodded, seemingly pulling out a pen from midair before handing it to her husband. “This is a business card for the restaurant we own. Show it to your waiter when you order, it’ll get you and your friend a free dinner.”
“Thanks,” Ichigo forced himself to say. Aizen nodded, slipping his arm back around Ukitake and leading her away.
“I can’t believe we’re just letting them walk away,” Hitsugaya growled under his breath.
“We don’t really have a choice. If we attack him now we risk hurting Ukitake.”
Hitsugaya took the card from his hand, flipping it over to see what Aizen had written. “Ichigo, the card says four free dinners. Do you think he knows Kyouraku and Byakuya are here as well?”
“Either way, it’s a waste not to take it.”
/
“Found anything of use?” Ichigo asked as Soifon sat down next to him on the park bench.
“I went by their house. There are wards up everywhere within a hundred meter radius. I can’t get close without alerting him,” she said without looking at him. She kept her eyes forward, taking in everything that was happening around them.
“Well, that lets us know Aizen does have his memories,” Ichigo murmured, resting his arms on the back of the bench, tilting his head back to stare up at the sky.
“It’s a rather sloppy,” the petite woman said. “I don’t trust it.”
“It’s Aizen. You shouldn’t trust anything he’s involved with.”
“What did you find?” she asked, her voice sharp.
“Kyouraku and Byakuya talked to the assistant. Apparently, Aizen only forgot who he was, while Ukitake forgot everything but her name. He’s also known to be a little jealous.”
“That’s not much,” she said after a moment of silence.
“We’ve only been here two days.”
“And if the Second Division was handling this we’d be done.”
“Why don’t you just say what you want, Soifon?”
“Everyone on your team, including you, are too close to Ukitake for a proper investigation. You’ll let your emotions get in the way.”
Ichigo stood up with an exasperated sigh. “And that, Soifon, is why the old man allowed us to come. Our goal is to get Ukitake back, not just conduct an investigation. Now, I’ve got a dinner to go to.”
/
“I don’t think Jûshirô’s forgotten everything,” Kyouraku commented as he looked at the menu. “The special is her favorite, Ume Ochazuke.”
“That could just be taste buds, not memories,” Byakuya said. He was not happy they were here, but the other three had overruled his decision and he’d been dragged along.
“We’re here to find information, not bicker,” Hitsugaya snapped at them. He was watching everyone from over the top of his menu.
“Hi, Ichigo!”
Ichigo looked up to see Orihime smiling at him, wearing a waitress’ uniform and holding a pad of paper, ready to take their order. “Orihime,” Ichigo said slowly, “why are you dressed as a waitress?”
“Oh, well we wanted to help so we got jobs here,” she said happily.
“We?”
“Over there,” Hitsugaya said, nodding his head toward another waitress.
“Rukia!”
“Shh,” Orihime said, placing a finger over her lips. “You’re going to blow our cover!”
“What do you think you two are going to find here?”
“Three, Ishida is here as well. He’s a bus boy.”
“Okay,” Ichigo sighed, “what have you three found so far?”
“Not much, but we’ve been able to keep an eye on Ukitake, Starrk, and Lilynette.”
“This isn’t really the place to be having this discussion,” Kyouraku said, reminding them of their surroundings.
“Right. Orihime, can you come to Urahara’s later tonight?”
“Sure, we close at ten so I should be able to get there by eleven.”
“You came.” All five lifted their heads to see Ukitake come to stand by Orihime. “And you brought more of your friends with you.”
All four froze. With that smile on her face and the way she titled her head it was as if they were looking at the Thirteenth Division Captain, not Aizen’s loving wife. “Ah, yeah,” Ichigo managed.
“Treat them well, Orihime,” she said, the young girl nodding in response. “Let me know if you need anything.” And with that she walked away, greeting the other patrons in the restaurant.
/
“So, Rukia, how’d you get here?” Ichigo asked as she, Ishida, and Orihime sat down.
“I convinced Captain Soifon to let me come.”
“Really? She yelled at me today for being too close to Ukitake.”
“I have more experience than most others in the Human World.”
“That explains it.”
“Have you found anything we can use?” Byakuya asked her.
Rukia paused for a moment. “Well, there was one thing we might have found. We were talking about it on the way here.”
“Aizen doesn’t come to the restaurant,” Ishida said, picking up where Rukia left off. “It’s the only time they’re ever apart.”
“You’ve only been there for three days. How’d you find that out?”
“We talked to some of the employees. Everyone knew she was married, but the only time anyone saw Aizen was during the opening,” Orihime said.
“Why would he do that?” Ichigo asked.
“Because he doesn’t need to be there,” Urahara said, fan in front of his face like always. “Starrk and Lilynette are there to watch her.”
Everyone looked up when the door suddenly slammed open, Yoruichi standing in the doorway. “Yoruichi, what’s wrong?” Urahara asked his old friend.
“Soifon is missing.”
/
And that’s where I end for now.