Apples from Above!

An interesting thing had been found by Aoide in the vast courtyard that belonged to Squad Four. Though she thought she had explored the garden entirely, from the little pool to the cherry trees, she had missed a lone little apple tree. She supposed under the care of some Squad Four member, or perhaps Unohana herself the tree had a hearty crop of red apples. Red, crunchy, and delicious Aoide had enjoyed her share of her secret treasure. But such wonderful fruit should be hoarded by one person, they should be shared by all.

Which why for the last hour Aoide had been sitting ontop of a building, yelling and throwing apples at random Shinigami. Mostly the gifts were received with confusion. Those in Squad Four yelled a thanks to their Captain before scurrying off, obviously thinking that Aoide had finally lost it. It had been great fun, even as the sun set Aoide was half tempted to stay until dark throwing apples at those returning from patrol. But a glint at the end of the stree caught Aoide's attention. She lifted her head from where she was resting her chin in her hand. Laying on her stomach, almost hidden from view, she watched as a familiar figure walked down the street.

Slowly, as her eyes watched the figure pass by, a grin appeared on her face and it grew bigger and bigger. No way, this was a face she hadn't seen for a very long time, not since she had been a young girl in Squad 11. Ikkaku, the Fourth seat of Squad 11, unaware of her presence was just walking along. It had been a very long time since he had called her a man, then demanded that everyone get back to work sweeping the long passage ways of the Seireitei. That was back when she had short hair and no breasts. Even still, it had been an insult of sorts, directed to pretty much every lowly member of Squad 11 in that passage. No matter, and with ease she lobbed one of those shiney red apples at Ikkaku's shiney bald head.

Aoide stiffled a giggle ducking her head to hide herself. Even if he could sense Spiritual Energy, she hid hers too well to be found. And if he found her, that would be the best part. She wasn't wearing anything that would suggest she was a Captain, her sleeveless robes was all that she was wearing, her Captain's robe forgotten in her room. She really did want to see what would happen.

A very strange thought ran through the man walking's head. Why were there so many damn commodities when it came to choices of food. A very annoyed sigh escaped his lips as he relived the reason that he was walking through the streets of Seireitei in the first place on this day. It was a rather dumb reason to be angered, but for a man of his, several attributes a routine was a necessity and that routine was broken.

Ikkaku sat at the table next to yumichikai, who was as usual gossiping about this that and the other to the other squad members. His schedule allowed three more minutes of rest before his training reginmine issued. Today an unusual glint rolled off his shiny head, which he did take pride in. It was because of the fact that this one day he tried what Yumichika had constanly told him about. It was odd waxing his head, but throughout the day it made the breeze more enjoyable and made things seem less taxing for some reason.

Even though he was meditating at the table he was in a relaxed state of mind which Yachiru saw fit to take advantage of when she entered. She slowly crept up behind Ikkaku and after a moment of crouching pounced landing her open mouth atop his cleanly waxed dome. Of course she had saved a good bit of slobber for this very attack and with his new waxing she slid right over his head and had the whole head within her mouth giggling the whole time. Ikkaku was, as usual pissed, and the fact that it took her an hour tto tire of the game made it no better.

So here he was walking along this afternoon the sun near setting. His mind was working rather fast because of the incident and as he passed the courtyard of the squad four barracks where it was said that only the most beautiful cherry blossums grow something was sent at his head. A swift hand went out to catch the projectile which happened to be a taunt red apple. It was very nicely grown, fresh, ripe and seemingly juicy. A small tick worked at his lip as by use of shunpo he appeared behind his culprit.

He looked down at the slinder body bundled up as if to hide there. He chuckled a bit and threw the apple up catching it a couple of times, all the while examining the woman. Or at the very least the parts he could see. He saw her very nice legs which, for any shinigami, was a normality, but he saw her very round robust bottom and laughed aloud. "So you get off by throwing apples at people huh? What if I were to do the same little girl? Then what?" He took a small bite from the apple making a light cruching noise. A small line of juice trailed from his lip to his chin glistening in the light.

A lone eyebrow rose above Aoide's eye. One moment she watched Ikkaku catch the apple, then next he was a blur then standing right behind her. A grimace appeared on her lips, her brown eye twitching a little. Little girl? He was calling her CAPTAIN Aolide Sato, heir to the Yuu family and their sake distillery, who had a very nice rack and butt, which she was sure Ikkaku had just been checking out, a little girl. Oh, this meant unpleasent pranks and war. She rolled over onto her back before getting to her feet. No fancy flips, or rolling, she enjoyed when someone underestimated her due to sex or height.

She looked up at Ikkaku, he was a lot taller then her so it was quite a look. She then pretended to be geunie as she spoke. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry, I was just aiming for the most noticable object in the Soul Society. It just happened that it was your head, it gives off quite a glare," she smirked at Ikkaku waving her hand. "I didn't know that such a shine could belong to a boy, my mistake."

"But, I suppose that since I have your attention," a rather wicked smile appeared on Aoide's lips, one that was similiar to Kenpachi's and Ikkaku's, a smile that could only belong to a former member of Squad 11. She reached up her sleeve, her hand curling around the hilt of her blade. Pulling the small blade, no longer then her forearm from her robes, she head it horizonal in front of her chest. "Hado Number 31, Shakkahō," she didn't need to speak the incantation, in fact she only spoke the number as a warning to Ikkaku. Energy control was so fun!

"Let's spare," she then said, "For, let's say, old time sakes in Squad 11."

Ikkaku watched her get up obviously trying to entice him. He had to admit that the woman was very well endowed and a nice looker, but she was not turning him on or distracting him in th ways she thought. She then commented on his baldness and of course on the new found glare of it, but that was not what took the cake. The fact that she refered to him as a boy was what set the fire under ikkaku.

She then spoke some smack about having his attention and smiled that same devious squad 11 smile that he remembered from so long ago. It was a smile that meant there was going to be a battle soon, but he remembered her and noticed at how much she had...grown. His eyes could not help, but look her over once to see the newly formed woman from the rough manish tomboy that once stood there.

A small sigh escaped his lips and teh promise of a spar made him gain teh same smile as her, but as her fist rose straight out hie put his hand against it lightly feeling the collective reitsu go to it. He smiled as she spoke hado 31 Shakkaho. The red of firing into his hand going over it with it's sheer size and power. It ripped his top and his bottoms off leaving nothing above his waist and below his knees to be seen. A vein worked in the top of his head and he turned around with nothing but paints that stopped above his knees on and lowered into a crouch to stretch. "You're gonna pay for that..." His head was right at her the gleam possibly blinding the woman.

Aoide's own hand tingled slightly, she shook off that feeling. How strange, she had never had that sensation fire off kido before. She hoped she wasn't losing her edge on her control. She rubbed the hand with her other to chase away the tingling. No, the attack had been perfect, just strong enough to let Ikkaku know that she was serious, she would have to try 31 Shakkaho a few times to see if it happened again.

"Oh and what are you going to do, spank me?" Aoide asked turning her blade so the cutting edge faces Ikkaku. She watched his eyes, they scanned her body, reconitition flashed in his eyes as he remembered her. "You're old Ikkaku-chan, your memory probably remembers me as a weak child. But things change, like you'll have to do with your clothing. I hope those were your ceremonial best," she tsked slightly giving him another grin.

"Least it gives me something pleasent as I beat the shit out of you," Aoide added before disappearing, she reappeared to Ikkaku's left. She was Aoide Sato, the owner of the Singing Zanpakuto, who could run with the sound, one of the fastest Shinigami in the Gotei 13. Her body was a smooth, graceful moment as she swiped with her blade, aiming for Ikkaku's chest. If he hadn't thought she was a serious opponent before he would know now. And knowing him he's be excited about it.

As he spoke and remembered her she spoke to him mocking him. Under his breath he whispered back to her. "She calls me a pervert offering her a spanking!" His vein twitching being the only thing visible other than the glare of teh sun upon his bald head. A small tick pulled at his left eye signifying the pushing of one of his buttons, the few things that set him into a bloodlust mode.

The added effect of her calling him old, which on normal terms would not matter, but this coupled with Yumichika and Yachiru's jokes made his eyes flash open. "Old....I am not old.....I am in my prime woman....." She then called him out on his looks saying that she had something pleasant to look at. it was a compliment, but this was a battle and there was no place for that. She then shunpoed.

Ikkaku sighed opening his nostrils and his mind from what he could tell she was coming from his left. His left hand shot to his sheathe taking it from his hip letting her attack knick him drawing blood while blocking any physical pain. He saw the crimson elixir and smiled at her. He charged drawing his blade aiming for her little zanpakuto slash after slash connecting just for the hell of it pushing her back. It was zanpakuto and sheathe connecting with zanpakuto and after each hit a battlecry was heard. After his eleventh strike he quickly rotated into a dropkick smiling the whole time.

This was too fun, Aoide was enjoying pushes everyone of Ikkaku's buttons. He had quite the temper and was easy to tease. She hadn't expected the old comment to have such and affect, she was pretty sure that they were around the same age. This would have to be made into a list and handed out to everyone in the Gotei 13, things that pissed Ikkaku Madarame off. Commenting on his bald head and comparing it to other shiney, smooth objects. Messing up his clothing. His age and calling out sexual comments seemed to fluster him as well. Aoide wondered why that was, didn't the rumors go that he was seeing some human girl? Something like that, perhaps if she really wanted to get him steamed up she should mention it. Yeah...she was going to.

His attacks were quick, but clumsy and too eager. Had she had less experience fighting with such a small blade, Aoide might had trouble. She stepped back with each of his strikes, red and yellow sparks issuing from their blades at the contact. Her blocks were smooth movements, giving back enough strength to push back Ikkaku's blade after each attack. She wasn't any type of weakling, but she did enjoy testing and playing with her spar partners.

She brought her arms up with ease, letting Ikkaku's foot make contact with her arms, sheilding her face from attack. "Teh," she grinned, not even a gleam of sweat touched her brow. "I would have thought you were stronger. Perhaps your human girlfriend is taking up too much of your training time. What was it she called you, darling?" Aoide spoke a gleem in her eye. "Ikka-chan if you're not going to be serious about sparring me. I'm afraid I'll have to leave, DARLING.' Sometimes rumors were fun to listen to. Staring him down, she continued to grin, she knew that he wouldn't quit, not with such a good fight about to go down. She brought her blade up to her mouth, her small pink tongue running across the flat end, licking the blood that she had taken from Ikkaku. Her tongue curled back into her mouth, a tangy salty taste ran across her tongue and down her throat.

"So, DARLING," Aoide repeated the smile returning her teeth stained pink from Ikkaku's blood, "Come here and fight," her voice dropped to a husky tone as she waggled her finger to Ikkaku.

Ikkaku watched her lightly block each of her attacks with grace and finess that seemed as if it shouldn't belong to an ex squad eleven member. It made his smile widen and his excitement rise. The motions of her very mature body along with her elegant arms making his blod shift lightly along her blade making him even more happy. this was exciting him more and more as time went by.

In all honesty Ikkaku Madarame was a masochist, but would not let anyone know that fact. Not even yumichiki Aysegawa knew this although he probably figured it out just from knowing the man for so long. Time did seem to move in slow motion over the next second as his first kick was blocked and that was because in his eyes she slowly licked the blood from her blade although he knew it was moving in real time.

He saw this and to be quite honest was turned on, but could not show it and had to continue with his attack adn this fight. He rolled off his back following through with his second leg sweep that she didn't dodge and as she fell to her back he released his zanpakuto breaking it into three sections to wrap her with. The bladed end stabbing into the ground with his hand holding the third piece. It held her short body tight wrapping her stopping all movement as long as he held tight. The middle section wrapping under her breasts wrapping tightly holding them up high.

Ikkaku lied over her nearly atop the woman staring into her eyes with a ferocity that he was known for. " Don't toy with my blood woman. You know me and you know that is my most deadly trigger." A drop of blood rolled down his muscled chest and feel lightly landing upon her cheek lightly. He licked it off laughing at the expression upon her startled face. He spoke nearly silent, but with his battle voice and brutality still. "Better make your next move good, Aoide."

Aoide really didn't know when to quit when it came to teasing, well now she did. Too caught up in trying to rile up Ikkaku, she didn't even react as his other foot crashed into her chest, knocking her to the ground. Well she would have hit the ground if she hadn't been caught by Ikkaku's Zanpakuto. Her arms pinned to her sides, her chest pushed uncomfortably up making it hard to breath, Aoide was not a happy camper. Good news was she had held onto her Zanpakuto, she wasn't helpless, she wouldn't even resort to kido. Okay, yeah she would, straining she held her hand up.

"B-B-b," Aoide's words were caught in her mouth as Ikkaku's long, pointed tongue ran up her cheek, taking back the droplet of blood that trailed down her cheek. Her face turned white except for two slotches of red on her cheeks. She stared up at him for a moment, her face an odd innocent look. "Bakudō number on, Sai," she spoke watching as Ikkaku's arms snapped to his side, his hand still grasping his Zanpakuto, yanked Aoide around.

Once she managed to get her balance again, a gleem came to those innocent brown eyes. "Naganita, eh?" she asked, "Nice, it can separate in three pieces. But, mine's prettier," she bragged before speaking, the night noise suddenly being sucked into her words, "Sing, Yobirin Masurao," she spoke as the air around her shimmer slightly before a sonic explosion threw up rooftop, dust, and knocked Ikkaku's Zanpakuto away from her. Surrounded by yellow Spiritual Energy her clothing changed into her Shikai form, her Zapakuto expanding into her double bladed Naganita.

"The Naganita is a woman's weapon anyway, much more lovely then yours," Aoide spoke the bells twinkling from their spot wrapped around the hilt. "And look one more blade then you as well. That is if you can break free, DARLING," Aoide teased again.

As he licked her she tried so hard to speak, but all that escaped was weal staggering of words that really meant nothing. Just small sounds that she could barely form. he laughed and then was surprised as she used a bakudo, so unlike a former member of his division, who's main goal was to battle it out. He sighed summoning his zanpakuto to his aid, but his concentration was bared by her making it lacerate both the binding and his clothing.

Ikkaku stood there in nothing but his warrior samurai undergarments which sadly left very little to the imagination and had his naginata zanpakuto in hand. He heard her smart ass comment about his style and weapon choice and how it was fit for women in battle. This set Ikkaku off seeing as he was constantly being called fiminine and forced to wear wigs by yachiru.

Now seething he charged for her spinning in mid air turning like a top spining his zanpakuto extending his reach out quite far as of now. It was not his goal to behead her as it would seem, but to get in close to her and catch her off guard. The motions he was making plus the glare from both his head and blade would get her in the eyes and if not he had something else for this one.

"Tsk, what is with you loosing your clothing every battle? Is it like a fear tactic of some sort?" Aoide asked looking rather bored as she spun her Naganita around. Already she could tell that Ikkaku used the blunt strength of his blade, like a sword, instead of using the length and the grace the weapon possessed. She wouldn't expect him to have that grace either, such form would have made him the laughing stock of Squad 11. Which was a fault she found annoying with her former squad. Their concentration on pure muscle and fighting often made them uneven when they fought. Aoide prefered her Squad Four members who seemed well rounded even if they lacked a lot of skills other squads favored.

"Trust me, seeing you in your underwear is no worst then you barging naked into the female bath," Aoide said smirking at the awkward memory. Of course, when he had mistaken her for a male one time he had followed a few minutes after her into the hotsprings, figuring that it was the male side. Aoide had made a hasty retreat into a grove of plants and hopped the fence when Ikkaku's back was turned after she distracted him with, "Hey look Zaraki-Taichou!"

Ah memories, Aoide blinked, still looking bored as Ikkaku spun through the air aiming for her neck. The hilt of her blade hummed as it absorbed the sound around them. "Sing," she spoke again, commanding her blade to let out another sonic explosion as Ikkaku's blade made contact with it. Aoide went sliding back, digging her heels into the ground, leaving deep marks, there was no way that Ikkaku hadn't been blow to the next building by that for the main reason of his attack being airbourn.

Aoide skipped forward, not even bothering with shunpo, her running speed in Shikai was faster. She slid to a halt onto the roof of the next building. "DARLING," she called out tapping her foot, she shook her head. "Perhaps too much for a third seat. Or maybe he still sees me as that unseated girl," she murmured mostly to herself.

Ikkaku was whirling through the air getting close enough to smell the very feminine fruity perfume that the woman was wearing. It smelled of peaches and cherries, his two favorite scents, which made him stop for a split second which she took great advantage of. Some how, some way, she sent a wave of sound that used his own momentum to send him flying into the building adjacent to their location.

As he felt himself crashing through wall after wall still holding Hozukimaru tightly, he heard a loud ripping and felt a breeze that he was very unaccustomed to feeling so openly. He stabbed Hozukimaru into the ground skidding to a halt. He stood immediately using his strongest shunpo that he could muster to appear in front of her completely nude and redder in the face than the apple that she had used to lure him here.

"LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO ME! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS AOIDE! HOW DO YOU PLAN TO FIX THIS?!?!?!?!?!?!?!" His voice boomed incredibly loudly resounding throughout squad 4 making most of the female women scurry to the windows. Ikkaku could hear the steps approaching and his wide eyes not knowing what to do. His zanpakuto was in hand and his manhood was hung before Aoide and his pride was crushed in shambles on the floor. He was very well off in size, but his pride still would not allow for things like this to happen, not to him.

She couldn't help it, it was a natural reaction. As Ikkaku appeared in front of her, Aoide's eyes wandered his body for a few seconds. She wasn't sure what she was suppose to say. She didn't feel as if she needed to apologize, he should have better protected himself. He wanted her to fix this? How, oh yeah she could have made him a robe in a similiar manner that she was able to transform her clothing. But his demanding was getting on her nerves. A rather stubborn look took Aoide's face, then she smirked a little shaking her head. She would hve made a crude remark about his size just to set him off again, but a voice distracted her.

"Taichou are you alright?" One of the braver members of Squad Four asked puffing out his chest to look more threatening to Ikkaku.

Instantly, Aoide's face and posture softened as her title and rank were used. She smiled gently, "Bring Madarame a robe please, we were sparring and I don't think he expected this," she told the member who hesitated for a moment. "It's alright, and be quick about it," another look up and down at Ikkaku's body, "It's chilly tonight."

The member shunpoed away returning seconds later with a larger pink robes adorn with red sequines. "Taichou this was all I found," the member spoke a glint in his eye. Aoide studied the younger Shinigami, noting the freshly healed black eye. Ah, seemed that Squad 11 had struck again.

"This is fine," Aoide said taking the robe and with that the member of Squad Four was dismissed. "Here," she then spoke tossing the robe onto Ikkaku, she then turned and waved off the females of her squad, "Start repairing the barracks," she told them.

"Well then Ikka-chan," Aoide said running her fingers through her bangs, with a scattering of yellow Reaistu petals her clothing was back to her normal robes. "I suppose next time you'll think before you leap?" with that she sat down on the edge of the roof, kicking her feet. She pulled out a flask of sake and took a sip. She held out the bottle to Ikkaku, "Well come on, don't be butt hurt and have a drink."

Ikkaku saw and hear everything. The stupid ass robe he was put on the women that saw him, even Aoide's eyes glancing down at his manhood, but the thing that got him was that word. That one word stunned Ikkaku and made him come to a loss of words. She was a captain now.... The captain of squad four was an ex member of squad eleven, the most brutal fighting force of the gotei thirteen.

A sigh escaped his lips as his anger simmered a bit and he saw the black eye of the squad member who had handed Aoide the robe. It seemed as if his eye was freshly healed and as Ikkaku heard a snicker from the boy he turned him around socking him in the same eye. At the same time he grabbed his clothes making him and his undergarmets fly off the building top to the ground bellow hitting with a very loud thud and a plume of dust.

Ikkaku sat next to Aoide ripping off the robe showing details of his excitement from her licking his blood before quickly putting on the knocked out shinigami's robes. They were about the same height so it was perfectly fine and he took the sake taking a very light sip before a large gulp. His eyes widened as the taste of strawberries hit his tongue along with a realization.

This was in no way or form distiled sake. This shit was pure and uncontrolled sake from a special brewery that rangiku told legends about. His face became flushed before regaining color with a specific bright red on his cheeks. He wanted to speak, but got drunk off his ass before he could say anything to the woman. With another large swig from the gord he removed it from his lips and put on the tight cap.

His hand ran slowly down her cheek as he looked into her eyes with an odd mix of sleepiness and lust in his very drunken constantly changing moody eyes. " It seems like *hiccup* you really liked what y...y...yo...you saw down dere. Your fish is my demand." He hiccuped once again eying her cleavage openly before releasing his zanpakuto and sheathing it.

Aoide look completely composed as she watched Ikkaku slug the Squad Four member. She had noted a few flashes of light. "You know they've already taken your picture and run, mostly for blackmail purposes," she said looking over the roof edge she watched the member scurry away to the safety of the barracks, she let out a sigh. "Eehhh, so rough on my squad members," she complained a little. She didn't pay attention to him, except for a mild glance on what he was doing with the robes. She seemed unaffected by his continual excitement over their fight.

The gourd was handed back to her, Aoide looked up at the sky, the stars were coming out, how lovely. "So what do you think of the sake. I was adopted into the Yuu family, so I'm a little par..." Aoide's voice trailed off as she felt Ikkaku's calloused hand run down her cheek. She turned her head, staring at him with slight surprise. Her gentle brown eyes stared into his. Then she realized he was already drunk off his ass. She shook her head, lightweight, children during the winter festival could hold their booze better then this grown man.

There was a blur of her hand as she stopped Ikkaku's hand from continuing past her cheek to the ample bust he was eyeing. Her hand tingled a little from the warm contact, which she ignored due to her annoyance in Ikkaku. "I wasn't impressed, I've seen bigger and after washing and taking care of men who are injured seeing a naked man is not a big deal. Or rather, seeing you naked is like seeing a patient naked," she said sharply refusing to let this drunken man get to her. Did he really think this was a proper way to speak and act around a Captain, or better yet a woman?

"Tch, baka," she then added letting go of his hand.

Ikkaku ignored everything that she had done in his drunken bliss and ignorance. It was sad really to see him like this, but his actions were a somewhat twisted rendition of what he wanted to do in reality, but wouldn't be allowed to by his macho pride. His mind was in shambles and his actions would come at a price, but they were being made and that could not be stopped except by... something that was unlikely to happen.

Before anyone knew anything Ikkaku had pulled Aoide into his lap, her soft, yet firm bottom firmly pressed against him. He saw a few flashes that his mind could not process and in the next instance he pulled her into a very long deep kiss that showed his true effection and if she hadn't known otherwise it would have made her think that he was completely sober and that he was fine.

More flashes of lights resounded, but then something happened that set him off and awoke him and all of his senses. He heard something that he hadn't for quite a while. It was his zanpakuto spirit Hozukimaru finally awakening to help and not hurt, but Ikkaku's hand was already pressed against the captain's very very luscious breast. The resounding sound was ringing through Ikkaku's head.

"WAKE THE FUCK UP IKKAKU! YOU LOST CONTROL BECAUSE YOU WEREN'T EXPECTING THAT MUCH POWER! SNAP THE FUCK OUT OF IT BEFORE YOU RUIN OUR IMAGE BOY!" Ikkaku snapped out of it noticing his actions. He knew that he never got drunk if he knew the power of the sake before drinking, but he did not expect such a kick from sake from an on duty captain. He looked at all that he was doing to her and his eyes got wide.

He pulled from the kiss looking dizzily into her soft brown eyes his slowly closing as he passed out, his face landing in her cleavage. It was sad, but he could easily be woken, but now his slumber was that of an embarrassment enduced state. It was sad that he was forced this way by a woman and when he came to would be a very very sad Ikkaku Madarame. It was a pity that these things happened to a man like him.

From the shadows a figured oozed up out of nowhere. Yobirin had choosen the shape of a woman, normally she/he was lazy and tended to wait until be awoken by Aoide releasing her blade. But she/he had been thrown into a frenzy of energy when Aoide had been sparring with Ikkaku and the Zanpakuto Spirit had been lurking around. Not that anyone could see him/her, but she/he did posses a skill. He/she could see other Zanpakuto, which often lead to interesting conversations when other Zanpakutos appeared.



"Over 500 years old and they're still acting like children," Yobirin sighed shaking her head. "Hozukimaru? Right? No use in being pissed, he's going to chase after her like a stud goes after a dog in heat. Probably in all the wrong ways, sneak attacks, insults, and other manly ways. Should be fun to watch. He's not going to get anywhere trying to force her, or getting drunk, Aoide is a complete romantic. This should be very interesting."

Aoide's eyes widened, her hands curling into fists as suddenly she was pulled into Ikkaku's lap. His lips were crushed against hers, his hands tightening on her waist, putting pressure down on her bum to press up uncomfortably against his lap. Her entire body stiffened, her hands curling into fists preparing to strike out, her eyes wide with shock. She wasn't going to give Ikkaku Sake ever again, it seemed to make him think that random molestings were alright. Particularly a Captain, did he really think that this would fly with her, that he thought that he could just rush in kissing her? That she would think that he cared about her, or that he just had romantic tendencies and not that he just wanted to get laid.

Then his hand which had been clutch her butt, moved up to the small of her back, gently rubbing the area in an affectionate manner. Oh hell, he was drunk he probably wouldn't even notice this breaking in her strength. It was just a kiss anyway, no one was watching, she was sure that her squad had went back inside. "Mmm," a deep hum issued from the back of her throat as her hand wrapped around the back of Ikkaku's head. She closed her eyes, pressing her lips against his. Heatly, her tongue slipped through her slightly parted lips, just barely pressing against his lips, wiggling past them and playing with the tip of his tongue. Her hands uncurled from her fists finally, and took a more natural postition pressing against the back of Ikkaku's head to bring him closer.

The kiss, felt really good, Aoide could practically feel herself turning into pudding, to the point where she let out a small groan as Ikkaku's hand cupped her breast. her back even arched a little at the unexpected contact, oh she wanted it, she didn't want to admit it but she did. Then she was left kissing air, confused she looked up at Ikkaku with lust filled eyes. Their eyes made contact for a moment, then promptly Ikkaku's head fell into her chest.

"Ikkaku, you're being bold," Aoide teased slightly, no answer, "Ikkaku? Ikka-chan....Darling?" Aoide spoke lifting him out of her cleveage by his shoulders. She blinked a few times, passed out, completely passed out. "Damn."

Hozukimaru sighed at the idiocy of the to children before him and sat there manifest, although not to the point where the shinigami could see him. He then saw something. A boy or girl, one of the two that spoke to him in a very plain tone that seemed neither annoyed or amused by the antics of the two very old shinigami. he let out one long sigh before pulling himself to his feet with the use of his naginata as a support. It wasn't that he couldn't just that this was much more fun to do and much easier than expending all that extra energy.

"They are so childish n so many damn ways. He is being childish with his foolish pride and not wanting to tell the damn girl that he wants her badly. She is being childish by not admitting that she wants him as much as he wants her. He is going about trying to get to her the wrong way. This boy is just failing left and right, just giving me a bad name in general. She is being too hard to get which is making it seem like she doesnt want it, but when she opens up this dumbass is knocked clean out. It is a sheer pity to say the least."

After his very long rant Hozukimaru sat back down taking a deep breath as if about to start another before lying back again still holding his naginata tight in his very large muscular hands. His eyes looked up at the clouds then over to the two of them watching to see if Ikkaku could be a man about one damn thing in his life and do the right things. Say the right things to this woman to actually get someone other than Yumichika to take a sexual int rest in him.

Ikkaku slowly lifted his head being called by the voice of an angel, but the second time with a very sexy honorific that made him think he had died and gone to heaven. He then opend his eyes seeing the lust that filled Aoide's eyes and his hand placement and his thoughts flooded back, especially when he saw that he still had a grip on her petite bum. Even the soft moans of Aoide seeing that she was indeed in tune with him and although he could not say it aloud he could show her how he felt and how he really wanted her to feel.

His left hand continued to lightly caress the small of her back while his right lightly groped her left breast. He pressed his lips lightly against hers using their small openings to slowly slide his tongue into her mouth to feel and taste every inch. So that he could soberly feel her touch and not be a drunken mess for him to please her or himself for that matter, but the question was would she respond the same way. Only time could tell and with the way things were going time would tell them several things quite soon.

"Relax, These sort of situtations never pan out. First Aoide's unsure of her feelings, second they're doing this ontop of a roof, they're going to get caught. And three, they're doing it on a roof, that's not exactly a private, comfortable place for a woman," Yobirin spoke sitting down beside the other Zanpakuto. "It will fizzle out, hopefully with hilarious results."

With an amazinf recovery Aoide looked down as her butt was squeezed. She grinned a little as Ikkaku woke back up and seemed more sober then he had been. Perhaps the alcohol ran through his system faster then a normal Shinigami. It was a question worthy of trying out later. Death Gods, he was looking into her eyes again, it was just that look he gave her. It was an intense, focused look, one he had in battle, but now it was just focused on her. She parted her lips to try to speak to him, and instead he was kissing her. Good job, Ikkaku, shut me up before I say something stupid, I have the habit of doing that, she thought.

This time his tongue explored her mouth as Aoide made small whimpering noises that could barely be heard over their breathing. Her tongue wrestled around with his, sometimes brushing the roof of her mouth making her chuckle a little. her smooth lips moved against his, her eyes parted slightly to look at him. Then she inhaled, taking in his musky scent of sweat, lemon, man, and very faintly of cherry blossoms. She wondered if he had wander through the courtyard before she had thrown the apple at him.

Her hand slid down from around his neck, she could feel his hand lightly groping her breast, a little too gentle for her taste. As their lips were locked, Aoide smoothly slipped her cool fingertips underneath the stolen robes to touch Ikkaku's warm skin. Her fingers carressed the muscles she found there, briefly running along the rough scar he must have earned in battle. She let out a small groan of annoyance at Ikkaku's tentative touch, she wasn't going to break in half in his arms, shesh. Opening her eyes a little wider, her teeth bared just slightly as she bit down on Ikkaku's bottom lip and gave it a tug. She felt his hand squeeze down on her breast in surprise. Then her sharp teeth bit until she tasted his blood in her mouth. The salty liquid rolled down her throat as her tongue lapped up the blood she had drawn.

"Ah," she murmured, her hips slowly rocking against him as she cupped her hands on Ikkaku's face, drawing him back into a kiss so they could share his blood. She gathered healing Reiatsu on her lips to help heal the wound once they had gotten their fill. She didn't stop there, a little carried away her mouth sought the cut she had given him on his chest. Her lips and tongue moved over the spot, nibbling and nipping at the healthy skin around it as she healed the wound. "Darling," she spoke, her voice low and raspy as if his blood caused her throat to burn a little. It wasn't the adoring, high pitched voice of the human girl. But of the low, wanting voice of a lover to another lover. She cupped his face again, kissing him, her tongue filling his mouth as her soft finger glided over his hairless head, cupping the back of his head as she kissed him.

Hozukimaru could not help but laugh at the other zanpakuto spirit that thought that it knew Ikkaku so well. A sigh escaped his very lazy lips as he took a deep breath preparing to speak again. "Look, I know Ikkaku and if he wants this woman as badly as he is showing and if he goes about it as he is this shall go well for the both of them. Hell he may even do...it....before they do it. And as for this rooftop Ikkaku would not fuck her here. He would take her to her room where she could be comfortable."

Ikkaku savored her taste as she accepted him allowing his exploration to continue. Their tongues danced together to the sweet melody of their breathing and her very silent moaning. Ikkaku could feel every vibration coming from deep within her throat as they made love with their mouthes and then something odd happened. Something that he thought would never happen, not because of the situation, but because of the sweet nature of this woman, herself and how highly she held herself.

It was a shocker when she bit down on his bottom lip and pulled back and it seemed to him to be a fun little game. She had another motive altogether though. She pulled on his and bit it so hard until it bled. This woman, Aoide, Squad four captain, of all people knew that blood turned him on, but that was wrong what she was doing to him. She licked the blood and continued to kiss him sharing the taste with him letting him know that he liked and so did she which made him excited.

She healed his lip with her kiss and made him grab her ass tightly still groping her breasts roughly, but still holding back a tad. The intensity of this moment was almost too great for Ikkaku to bear to be in such an open place. It was odd for him to show any affection at all for anyone even a woman. This in public was so odd for him and that was in of it's self a new change that she had made him make. She nibbled at his chest wound healing it as well and that mixed with the pure lust and want in her voice pushed Ikkaku over the edge.

He lifted her up pressing her body to his never breaking the kiss, his hardness pressing against her inner thing as he held her. Ikkaku shunpoed twice, once to make it to the building and once more to make it to her office. He kicked the door open slamming it closed with his foot. He kicked a chair under the metallic golden knob to stop any entrance and used one hand to wipe her ebony desk free of everything that was there. Ikkaku lied her down on it breaking the kiss to slowly open her kimono. His was already tattered meaning that there was barely anything covered so he took it off knowing she had seen it all any way. He looked down at her with an intensity not even his captain had seen from him and smiled.

He used both hands to rip her shirt open revealing her white lace bra a smile still shown bright upon his face. He wanted to break every rule he set for himself as far as women went and he wanted to ravage her. He would never say this aloud, but he knew that she knew that he wanted to take her here on this desk like the beast he was. His bald head glistened on the moonlight that now shone through the window of her office. There were no lights just them, the moonlight shining directly upon them, and their emotions.

Will you please lable this topic as a private, as well as a lemon?

It was a slow day in thew soul society. Yumichika decided to go look for ikkaku and hangout with him. He looked in the barracks, then the launch area, But last he looked in his room for him. As he got closer to where his room was he started to think about beautiful things. What is beauty. Beauty is having qualities that give great pleasure or satisfaction to see, hear, think about, etc.; delighting the senses or mind. Yet there are so many ugly people. No delight in them at all." He thought. When he finally got to the door of ikkaku's rooom he started to open it.

He started to open it. As it slowly slide open he saw first a girl. Then he saw ikkaku and his lips pressed against some hussy with bad hair's lips. her fingers were touching ikkaku's chest, "his chest! Who did this Woman think she was!" He thought. "Ikkaku Madarama Who is this transgendered egotistical ill mannered idiotic pompous pug-fug-ugly whore." Yumichika said. "I can't believe he would be here with such a hussy." he said in his thoughts. Yumichika grabbed ikkaku by the ear and dragged him out as his little thing came out. then of course inner yumichika compared every detail of aoide, whose beat up, sweaty, and unkempt from the fighting and macking, and decide that she's nothing and not beautiful enough for ikkaku.

Aoide let out a hot gasp into Ikkaku's ear as his hands gripped her ass, lifting her into the air. Instantly, she wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to his body for dear life. She knew he wouldn't drop her, but still it was fun to pretend to be scared. Her grip tightened as he shunpoed, once then twice. With mild amusement at his eager antic, she just watched him kick the door open, throw off the objects on her desk, shattering a few bottles, then laying her down.

Her legs still clung to his waist, his heat pressed between them, warm her. As soon as her bum had been placed down on the desk, Ikkaku's hands were quick to remove the tatters of his stolen robes. He then reached for hers, opening the hem of her shinigami robes to reveal her white bra. Her cheeks flushed a little, a gift from her grandmother, any other day she would have been wearing chest wrapping and mismatched underwear.

Then he looked at her again, that look, a look he used in battle, this look though, she was all that he saw. This attention made her swallow, a gulp in her throat as she looked at him. She bit her own lip to keep from looking away from his intense gaze. A hot, needing feeling flooded her body, settling in her womanhood. Her eyes moved up to look at the glint on his head, a smirk twitched at the sides of her mouth before she reached up, her fingers rubbing the skin on his head.

She leaned upward prepared to kiss him again, her fingers trailing down his chest, then to his stomach, to touch his heat. Suddenly, Ikkaku was ripped from her grip, her body instantly chilled as the night air made contact with her.

"Ikkaku Madarama Who is this transgendered egotistical ill mannered idiotic pompous pug-fug-ugly whore." a voice spoke, Aoide looked up to see Yumichika and she bared her teeth at him in annoyance as he dragged Ikkaku around by the ear.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Aoide demanded leaping to her feet, obvious rage sparking in those usually calm, gentle brown eyes. She quickly pulled her robes over her chest and retying her sash as she stomped over to Yumichika. "What makes you think it's appropriate to come barging into a Captain's Office, not even your squad, and butt into the affaris going on there," and with that she punched Yumichika in his beautiful nose.

The girl stomped over to Yumichika. "What makes you think it's appropriate to come barging into a Captain's Office, not even your squad, and butt into the affaris going on there," and with that she punched Yumichika in his beautiful nose. As he was being punched in his mind he was freaking out like crazy. Oh, Hell no. This damn Hussy going to die. She probably broke my beautiful nose. Oh no. Yumichika looked at the girl. "Oh hell to the no. How dare you touch me with those ugly hands of yours." Yumichika said. Yumichika raised up his hand showing perfectly manicured hands.

"See theses Hussy, That's right there perfectly beautiful manicured hands. I'm going to whup your little ugly ass with these and not get dirty whore." Yumichika walked up to the girl letting go of ikkaku. He put up his fist and started to fight with the hussy. He was trying his best not to get beat by this fug-pug-ugly whore. With those small ugly boobs and ugly face. Ikkaku and her would make someone puke. He thought to himself as he slapped the whore.

This was unacceptable, for this, this fruit, to come barging into her office of her squad call her names, then not scurry off when she displayed dominance and power over him. The blantent disrespect was all too much for Aoide to stand. Then he was going on about his beautiful hands, yeah they were nice but could they play an instrument, swab the forehead of a sick Shinigami, touch a lover in such a way that he could understand her intent? She doubted it, but this vain bastard was going to pay. Obviously, he didn't reconize her from her stay in Squad 11, which was fine with Aoide.

His perfect nails scrapped against her face, Aoide's face turned purple with rage as blood welled up from the open wound. She half noticed Ikkaku's stare at the sight of her blood, the entire night she had been enjoying his and this was the first blood of hers drawn. But, she was too pissed to care about sex or Ikkaku in that moment.

She threw up her hand, her palm facing Yumichika, she grinned devilishly for a moment before yelling, "Ye lord! Mask of flesh and bone, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Truth and temperance, upon this sinless wall of dreams unleash but slightly the wrath of your claws. Hadō #33. Sōkatsui!" she watched with glee as the entire front of her office was blown to smitherees, taking Yumichika with it, probably throwing him through a few nearby buildings. He wouldn't die, she hadn't put enough energy behind it, and had even given him a warning by using the incantation.

"Idiot, I'm not kind like Unohana," Aoide said shaking her hand a bit to get rid of the smoke that rose from it.