Death and the Strawberry
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Chapter 9
This is a little flashback/interlude to show how Ichigo got turned into an arrancar and how he was received by the current espada at the time.
Review Replies- Kera-Izaki: Whoop! =D
Yellow: Thanks, I hope you like this chapter just as much.
XoXgaaraXoX: It’s nice to know that I haven’t made a complete mess of this story yet =)
ShadowofLight: I like Masaki a lot too, she’s a real sweetie. No full lemon yet, but it’s in the works!
MasterAkira: The whole Karakura town etc will be explained, I promise! And I don’t know if there is such a think as a ‘tamed’ Grimmjow…
Tiramisu: Thanks!
Lynzee: No sexy action in this chapter, but there is more to come.
Nusku: Not again! *tries to revive with promise of more yaoi*
Tasha: They are kind of moving fast, but they haven’t done ‘it’ yet.
Yakumo: Stark is such a lazy SOB XD
Snapelicious: Well the way I see it, is that their spirit can live even if they’re bodies die, and that would be good enough for Ichigo because he is also dead, but his spirit is alive. And don’t worry, I took your last review as constructive criticism and not a flame =)
Beta’d by d3m0nng3l1106- thank you so much!
Death and the Strawberry: Chapter 9
Flashback
Ichigo curled against his mother, his horns jutting from either side of his temple, making it slightly difficult to find a comfortable position. Masaki curled her tail around him in her sleep and he snuggled closer.
“Hey Aizen, do you think this could be them?” Ichigo lifted his head, snarling at the three men that dared to disturb his nap.
“What are three Shinigami doing in this world?” He hissed, carefully getting to his feet and licking his lips hungrily. “No matter, you will make a nice snack.” He lunged and was shocked to find a binding spell crashing down on him, making his limbs immobile. From the other Shinigami that he had met, he knew that this level of skill was quite uncommon. He thrashed in its grips desperately, barely managing to twist his arm around to create a black cero.
Aizen smirked, and with another unspoken spell, he was knocked unconscious. Beside him, Gin swept his brow dramatically. “Whoo! He sure is strong.” They watched as the hollow’s mother desperately clawed at the large pillars that held her son down and turned toward the three Shinigami with anger.
“Release my son!” She attacked, but Aizen didn’t even bother to use a spell, he just knocked her aside with a flip of his wrist and sent her flying into a large rock, unconscious.
“Should we take her, too?” Gin questioned. “It looks like they want to stay together.”
“Hm.” Aizen rubbed his chin. “The woman is not important. But perhaps it will help keep young Kurosaki in line. We’ll need his submissiveness.”
“He’s not going to be submissive, naturally.” Tousen said, eyeing the arrancar that was still limp underneath the binding pillars. “I think it would be wise to seal his powers so that he won’t cause as many problems.”
Aizen was silent for a moment, carefully studying the two fallen forms. “I agree. He might not be as powerful to be beneficial as a fighter, but we will have fewer problems with control.” With that, he stepped forward, his reiatsu rising. “I would have preferred to use the Hogyoku, but, for now, this will do.”
The hollow with bright orange hair sat up with a shriek, desperately clawing at his mask as it was very carefully pried from his face. “Be calm, little one.” Aizen said soothingly. “It won’t hurt as much if it is not forced.” Yellow eyes turned towards Aizen, tensing but no longer fighting the power that was overwhelming him. There was a flash of blue that surrounded the figure and then it disappeared to reveal a naked boy that looked only about 12 years old. His bright orange hair was a lot shorter than in his hollow form, but still messy and wild. Part of his mask remained over his left eye and forehead along with red marks tattooed along his face. The arrancar stared up at Aizen with disbelief clear in his brown eyes and raised his once familiar human hands to stare at them.
He flinched back as Aizen stepped forward and placed his hands on his head. “This has to be done.” The arrancar known as Ichigo Kurosaki shrieked again as his powers were suddenly pushed down, not yanked away but kept concealed and constricted under multiple seals. He collapsed underneath the pain, sprawled out and whimpering in his unconscious state.
Tousen moved to change Masaki as well, who was now waking up and frantically trying to reach her son. Another blue light, though smaller, flashed in the area leaving the naked woman still trying to crawl to Ichigo. “Interesting how their bond seems to still be intact.” Gin commented.
“Yes” Aizen took off his white haori and wrapped it around the young boy, lifting him into his arms. “Just a fluke.”
“Maybe.” Tousen said, more to himself. He also took off his haori and draped it around the woman for modesty, although he couldn’t see. “The bond between a mother and her children is strong.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Gin grinned down at the arrancar in Aizen’s arms. “Aw, he’s so cute and pretty.” He poked Ichigo’s cheek and the orange haired boy flinched in response, turning to curl into Aizen. “He he, I hope the others like you, number 15.”
Inside Las Noches, the eighth espada, Nnoitra, was grumbling at the arrival of another arrancar. “I don’t see what’s so special about some kid.” He said as he watched Aizen speak with Neliel. “Aizen didn’t give a damn about all of us.”
“Perhaps he has some unusual power Aizen needs.” Szayel said, pressing his glasses up his nose.
“Tch, whatever. Why would he seal the kid’s powers then?” He winced as Neliel squealed and grabbed the small figure from Aizen’s arms, nearly suffocating the boy in her massive breasts.
“Aw, he’s so adorable!”
Nnoitra rolled his eyes and strolled over casually. He blinked as he saw a scowling boy with bright orange hair trying to shove Nel away. Hm. He walked closer, pausing a few feet from him and studied the boy. The big brown eyes glanced over to him momentarily and then away. Nnoitra snorted to himself and poked the kid in the forehead. “What’s your name, kid?”
“I’m not a kid!” The kid protested. “My name is Ichigo Kurosaki!”
“Strawberry?” Nnoitra asked with a snicker. “Are you really a girl or something?” Ichigo shoved away from the green haired woman and glared, crossing his arms over his chest. Any menacing effect that may have been there was ruined by the humongous haori that would have been falling off of him, if it had not been held up by a strap wrapped around his waist.
“I’m the number one guardian!” Ichigo state proudly.
Nnoitra laughed and bent over, grabbing the kid’s chin harshly. “We’ll just have to see about that.”
“Aw, a Niño!” Ichigo was promptly yanked away by Dordonii, one of the recent espada with dark hair, a moustache and a goatee. His hollow mask was a plate across his forehead with horns on either side. “Poor little Niño, are you an arrancar now? I’ll save you from the mean Nnoitra.”
Nnoitra’s eye twitched but he was saved from replying when Ichigo shoved himself away from Dordonii’s chest with a gasp for breath. “Am I here just to be smothered?” He asked crossly and tried to get away from the espada but was only yanked closer.
“Don’t worry Niño; we will take good care of you.”
“I don’t want you, I want my momma!” Ichigo shouted and once again tried to shove the insane arrancar away.
“Aw, sweetheart, do you still miss your mom? She’s not here anymore.” Neliel soothed the little boy.
Nnoitra’s eye twitched again. “What the fuck is wrong with you people?” He asked. “Kid, your mom is probably still alive, or maybe you ate her, who knows. But grow up already cuz I’m about ready to kill you myself.”
He froze as a hand settled onto his shoulder. “Now now Nnoitra, I believe I mentioned that he is not to be harmed?” Nnoitra gulped.
“Yes Aizen-sama.”
“Good.” Aizen turned his ‘warm’ eyes towards Ichigo, who was still struggling to get away from Dordonii and Neliel, who decided that he needed a hug, as well. “Ichigo-kun, you’re mother is just getting something to wear and will be here shortly.”
Ichigo stopped his squirming and blinked up at him. “Momma?”
Neliel frowned in confusion but shook it off with a smile. “Aw, you are too sweet!”
“Get off!” Ichigo renewed his efforts.
“What’s all the commotion?” A sleepy voice asked. Aizen turned, glancing at the newcomer.
“You have a new brother, Stark. Would you like to greet him?”
Stark looked over at the arrancar with the bright orange hair, who was still trying to escape the espada’s clutches. The boy was scowling in what Stark thought was an adorable manner and was now kicking at Dordonii. “Hm. Perhaps after I have my nap.”
“Of course.”
A woman ran into the room and scooped the boy into her arms, hugging him close and checking his body over for injuries. Stark cocked his head to the side at the action and then shrugged. He would have more time to meet the adorable little boy later, for now he needed to sleep – no matter how cute those big brown eyes were.
Aizen watched the brunette leave the room, thinking to himself. His eyes were drawn back to Ichigo when Masaki slapped Nnoitra for saying something about Ichigo, then Neliel not allowing Nnoitra to retaliate. Perhaps Ichigo would be easier to control than he thought.
LINE
Readers please remember that Aizen has been in Hueco Mundo longer than the time when he first revealed his betrayal to Soul Society and that is how espada like Nnoitra, Neliel and Szayel could be arrancar/espada for years.
Also, this is the last chapter that I have beta’d, so the next one may be un-beta’d. If that is the case, I will try to catch as many of my own mistakes as possible and post the beta’d chapter when it gets done.
Review Replies- Kera-Izaki: Whoop! =D
Yellow: Thanks, I hope you like this chapter just as much.
XoXgaaraXoX: It’s nice to know that I haven’t made a complete mess of this story yet =)
ShadowofLight: I like Masaki a lot too, she’s a real sweetie. No full lemon yet, but it’s in the works!
MasterAkira: The whole Karakura town etc will be explained, I promise! And I don’t know if there is such a think as a ‘tamed’ Grimmjow…
Tiramisu: Thanks!
Lynzee: No sexy action in this chapter, but there is more to come.
Nusku: Not again! *tries to revive with promise of more yaoi*
Tasha: They are kind of moving fast, but they haven’t done ‘it’ yet.
Yakumo: Stark is such a lazy SOB XD
Snapelicious: Well the way I see it, is that their spirit can live even if they’re bodies die, and that would be good enough for Ichigo because he is also dead, but his spirit is alive. And don’t worry, I took your last review as constructive criticism and not a flame =)
Beta’d by d3m0nng3l1106- thank you so much!
Death and the Strawberry: Chapter 9
Flashback
Ichigo curled against his mother, his horns jutting from either side of his temple, making it slightly difficult to find a comfortable position. Masaki curled her tail around him in her sleep and he snuggled closer.
“Hey Aizen, do you think this could be them?” Ichigo lifted his head, snarling at the three men that dared to disturb his nap.
“What are three Shinigami doing in this world?” He hissed, carefully getting to his feet and licking his lips hungrily. “No matter, you will make a nice snack.” He lunged and was shocked to find a binding spell crashing down on him, making his limbs immobile. From the other Shinigami that he had met, he knew that this level of skill was quite uncommon. He thrashed in its grips desperately, barely managing to twist his arm around to create a black cero.
Aizen smirked, and with another unspoken spell, he was knocked unconscious. Beside him, Gin swept his brow dramatically. “Whoo! He sure is strong.” They watched as the hollow’s mother desperately clawed at the large pillars that held her son down and turned toward the three Shinigami with anger.
“Release my son!” She attacked, but Aizen didn’t even bother to use a spell, he just knocked her aside with a flip of his wrist and sent her flying into a large rock, unconscious.
“Should we take her, too?” Gin questioned. “It looks like they want to stay together.”
“Hm.” Aizen rubbed his chin. “The woman is not important. But perhaps it will help keep young Kurosaki in line. We’ll need his submissiveness.”
“He’s not going to be submissive, naturally.” Tousen said, eyeing the arrancar that was still limp underneath the binding pillars. “I think it would be wise to seal his powers so that he won’t cause as many problems.”
Aizen was silent for a moment, carefully studying the two fallen forms. “I agree. He might not be as powerful to be beneficial as a fighter, but we will have fewer problems with control.” With that, he stepped forward, his reiatsu rising. “I would have preferred to use the Hogyoku, but, for now, this will do.”
The hollow with bright orange hair sat up with a shriek, desperately clawing at his mask as it was very carefully pried from his face. “Be calm, little one.” Aizen said soothingly. “It won’t hurt as much if it is not forced.” Yellow eyes turned towards Aizen, tensing but no longer fighting the power that was overwhelming him. There was a flash of blue that surrounded the figure and then it disappeared to reveal a naked boy that looked only about 12 years old. His bright orange hair was a lot shorter than in his hollow form, but still messy and wild. Part of his mask remained over his left eye and forehead along with red marks tattooed along his face. The arrancar stared up at Aizen with disbelief clear in his brown eyes and raised his once familiar human hands to stare at them.
He flinched back as Aizen stepped forward and placed his hands on his head. “This has to be done.” The arrancar known as Ichigo Kurosaki shrieked again as his powers were suddenly pushed down, not yanked away but kept concealed and constricted under multiple seals. He collapsed underneath the pain, sprawled out and whimpering in his unconscious state.
Tousen moved to change Masaki as well, who was now waking up and frantically trying to reach her son. Another blue light, though smaller, flashed in the area leaving the naked woman still trying to crawl to Ichigo. “Interesting how their bond seems to still be intact.” Gin commented.
“Yes” Aizen took off his white haori and wrapped it around the young boy, lifting him into his arms. “Just a fluke.”
“Maybe.” Tousen said, more to himself. He also took off his haori and draped it around the woman for modesty, although he couldn’t see. “The bond between a mother and her children is strong.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Gin grinned down at the arrancar in Aizen’s arms. “Aw, he’s so cute and pretty.” He poked Ichigo’s cheek and the orange haired boy flinched in response, turning to curl into Aizen. “He he, I hope the others like you, number 15.”
Inside Las Noches, the eighth espada, Nnoitra, was grumbling at the arrival of another arrancar. “I don’t see what’s so special about some kid.” He said as he watched Aizen speak with Neliel. “Aizen didn’t give a damn about all of us.”
“Perhaps he has some unusual power Aizen needs.” Szayel said, pressing his glasses up his nose.
“Tch, whatever. Why would he seal the kid’s powers then?” He winced as Neliel squealed and grabbed the small figure from Aizen’s arms, nearly suffocating the boy in her massive breasts.
“Aw, he’s so adorable!”
Nnoitra rolled his eyes and strolled over casually. He blinked as he saw a scowling boy with bright orange hair trying to shove Nel away. Hm. He walked closer, pausing a few feet from him and studied the boy. The big brown eyes glanced over to him momentarily and then away. Nnoitra snorted to himself and poked the kid in the forehead. “What’s your name, kid?”
“I’m not a kid!” The kid protested. “My name is Ichigo Kurosaki!”
“Strawberry?” Nnoitra asked with a snicker. “Are you really a girl or something?” Ichigo shoved away from the green haired woman and glared, crossing his arms over his chest. Any menacing effect that may have been there was ruined by the humongous haori that would have been falling off of him, if it had not been held up by a strap wrapped around his waist.
“I’m the number one guardian!” Ichigo state proudly.
Nnoitra laughed and bent over, grabbing the kid’s chin harshly. “We’ll just have to see about that.”
“Aw, a Niño!” Ichigo was promptly yanked away by Dordonii, one of the recent espada with dark hair, a moustache and a goatee. His hollow mask was a plate across his forehead with horns on either side. “Poor little Niño, are you an arrancar now? I’ll save you from the mean Nnoitra.”
Nnoitra’s eye twitched but he was saved from replying when Ichigo shoved himself away from Dordonii’s chest with a gasp for breath. “Am I here just to be smothered?” He asked crossly and tried to get away from the espada but was only yanked closer.
“Don’t worry Niño; we will take good care of you.”
“I don’t want you, I want my momma!” Ichigo shouted and once again tried to shove the insane arrancar away.
“Aw, sweetheart, do you still miss your mom? She’s not here anymore.” Neliel soothed the little boy.
Nnoitra’s eye twitched again. “What the fuck is wrong with you people?” He asked. “Kid, your mom is probably still alive, or maybe you ate her, who knows. But grow up already cuz I’m about ready to kill you myself.”
He froze as a hand settled onto his shoulder. “Now now Nnoitra, I believe I mentioned that he is not to be harmed?” Nnoitra gulped.
“Yes Aizen-sama.”
“Good.” Aizen turned his ‘warm’ eyes towards Ichigo, who was still struggling to get away from Dordonii and Neliel, who decided that he needed a hug, as well. “Ichigo-kun, you’re mother is just getting something to wear and will be here shortly.”
Ichigo stopped his squirming and blinked up at him. “Momma?”
Neliel frowned in confusion but shook it off with a smile. “Aw, you are too sweet!”
“Get off!” Ichigo renewed his efforts.
“What’s all the commotion?” A sleepy voice asked. Aizen turned, glancing at the newcomer.
“You have a new brother, Stark. Would you like to greet him?”
Stark looked over at the arrancar with the bright orange hair, who was still trying to escape the espada’s clutches. The boy was scowling in what Stark thought was an adorable manner and was now kicking at Dordonii. “Hm. Perhaps after I have my nap.”
“Of course.”
A woman ran into the room and scooped the boy into her arms, hugging him close and checking his body over for injuries. Stark cocked his head to the side at the action and then shrugged. He would have more time to meet the adorable little boy later, for now he needed to sleep – no matter how cute those big brown eyes were.
Aizen watched the brunette leave the room, thinking to himself. His eyes were drawn back to Ichigo when Masaki slapped Nnoitra for saying something about Ichigo, then Neliel not allowing Nnoitra to retaliate. Perhaps Ichigo would be easier to control than he thought.
LINE
Readers please remember that Aizen has been in Hueco Mundo longer than the time when he first revealed his betrayal to Soul Society and that is how espada like Nnoitra, Neliel and Szayel could be arrancar/espada for years.
Also, this is the last chapter that I have beta’d, so the next one may be un-beta’d. If that is the case, I will try to catch as many of my own mistakes as possible and post the beta’d chapter when it gets done.