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"Hinamori!?"
The tiny figure of the 5th division's fukutaicho hunched down even smaller. "Um, hi Kurosaki-kun. I... well...."
The orange-haired sometimes-shinigami waved his hand dismissively. "Nah, don't mind me, I just didn't expect you." Squatting down on his haunches, he did his best to meet the girl's eyes. "Now, nothing you say or do leaves the room, and whatever you want, you get. There's no reason for you to be nervous."
Hinamori stared at him in utter silence for a moment before pulling clothes out from behind her back. The white capain's haori, brown wig, and glasses trembled slightly as the small shinagami refused to meet his eyes.
"Hey," Ichigo called softly, "You sure about this?" At the vehement nod of her head, he could only shrug and go change.
After emerging from the restroom, Ichigo-as-Aizen adjusted his glasses slightly and padded over to sit in front of the girl. "You wished to speak with me, fukutaicho?"
The slight girl looked up at him with bright, watery eyes as she slowly removed the cloth covering of her hair bun. "Aizen-taicho, you...." Her shaking hands parted the front of her robes and slid them down her smooth shoulders to reveal... a leather bustier?
Like magic, a riding crop appeared in her hand as she stood and loomed over him despite her lack of height. "Alright you bastard, it's time to put your mouth to a better use than telling me lies. Get over here!"
"Yes, Hinamo-ahh!" 'Aizen' yelled as the crop struck his shoulder.
"That's 'Mistress Momo' to you!"
"Yes... Mistress."
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Rolling his shoulders to get rid of the ache, Ichigo made his way to the lobby of the Inn he had met Momo at. As soon as he walked in he stopped and gawked at the figure sitting in one of the chairs spread throughout the room before shaking off his daze and stalking over.
"What in the hell are you wearing, you idiot!"
The white-haired captain of the 10th division looked up from some paperwork and gave him a flat stare. The small, white-haired shinigami wore a white fur coat, white pants, white boots, and a dark pair of sunglasses pushed up on his forehead. "Is there a problem?"
Ichigo pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to decide whether to break up laughing or start screaming. "You talked to Clogs, didn't you?"
"How did you know?"
Stifling a snort, Ichigo slumped bonelessly into a nearby seat. "Did it not occur to you that taking fashion advice from a guy that wears a matching striped coat and hat might not be a good idea? You look like a furry marshmellow."
Hitsugaya opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before standing and tossing a bundle onto Ichigo's lap. "Shut up, Kurosaki, you have another appointment to keep. It's always a bad idea to keep Unohana-taicho waiting." the short captain shot back, waking out with as much dignity as he could muster.
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Ichigo had changed into a new set of clothes right as he made his way into the Captain's quarters of the 4th division. Studiously ignoring Isane starting her videocamera, he walked over to stand slightly behind the kneeling form of Unohana, noting that as the light hit the sundress she wore it turned nearly transparent.
"Hey, uh, Mom?"
"Welcome home, son," the busty shinigami murmured softly, turning to give him a smile. "How was practice?"
Ichigo scuffed his foot against the tatami mats and looked off to the side. "Well, it got a little... rough." He turned back to find her already on her feet in front of him, reaching for his soccer jersey.
"I told you to be more careful, Ichigo-kun!" she scolded him lightly, stripping his shirt off with no fanfare. Spinning him around, the healer-as-mother ran soft hands across the welts that Hinamori had left no more than an hour earlier. "Did you get hurt anywhere else, son?"
Turning back around, the orange-haired boy gave his best puppy-dog look. "Well, my jaw hurts a little bit-" he ignored the knowing twinkle in the woman's eyes and tried to force himself to blush, "-but, well I got kicked, well, you know."
Unohana knelt before him and ever-so-slowly slid his shorts down. "Oh, son," she murmured. "You certainly are hurt. Don't worry though, I know just the thing to help the swelling."
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Banged this out at lunch. Unfortunately, I didn't have the drive to add Isane in to the mix (she'd come in later and find 'Ichi-nee' (or is it 'nii?' I always forget) and 'Mommy' naked, then... (BOW CHIKA BOW BOW).
Have a vague idea for Nanao, but couldn't be bothered to write it, a throwaway comment to Rukia's idea that he dress up as Chappy ("You're a furry? I-I feel like I don't know you at all."), and another, even vaguer idea of a submissive Soifon tryst.
All of the actual porny-content is left to the imagination, as this is the non-lemon side of things.
On a random note, I kept typing 'Unohaha', and then laughing when I noticed, and does anyone else see the word 'fukutaicho' and imagine all the vice-captains in Sailor Moon uniforms?
