A Shifting of Life: A Shifting of Life Prologue

Title: A Shifting of Life
Fandom: Bleach
Part: Prologue
Series: Shifting
Characters: Aizen, Gin, Ulquiorra, Ichigo, Szayel
Warnings: some violence
Word count: 811
AN: If you remember reading something different, you would be right! I went back and instead of just editing the hell out of this shit, I rewrote it! So, we have pretty much the same story just smoother and better. I hope you guys all enjoy this and remember, I still love reviews!

Just to note: at the time of this repost/posting, I have rewritten quite a few of the chapters including the side story that came along with it. All past reviews shall be moved to the new AN's and new ones shall be responded to on the last chapter. Thank you.

So do look forward to more rewritten chapters!

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“You are gonna die, you pink haired bastard!” rang out through Los Noches. The words and the one stopped everyone in their tracks as a crash was soon followed by a scream of pain, a destroyed wall opening up the throne room. “You...you...perverted pink haired freak of a scientist!”

Grimmjow, Aizen and Gin whipped around to stare at the destroyed wall, finding the twitching form of Szayelaporro before they turned their eyes to the hole in the wall. They noted that there were several walls that now had holes in them that sat between the science area and the throne room.

A surprisingly slim shape stalked into the throne room, climbing over the rubble as the dust settled, making the three men blink in surprise at finding Ulquiorra standing there. Green eyes gazed down at the form of his fellow Espada, glowing with anger. It was an emotion that was usually rarely seen in the calm Arrancar and made them wonder what had caused it before a smaller figure came up around him. The person usually seemed taller and wasn’t normally so curvy, and they were wearing what looked to be Ulquiorra’s shirt around their body as they snarled.

“Please tell me that’s not Ichigo,” Grimmjow groaned, blinking at the well known bright orange hair and the brown eyes that sparkled with what they could only guess was righteous anger.

“Well, I do believe that it is. I am now wondering what our dear Octavo has done to Ichigo-kun to turn him into a her,” Aizen drawled. His eyes trailed over the lean body that seemed shorter than before, but wasn’t. He also had a few more curves than he had before then. His eyes glinted as he took in the hint of the perky breasts that lead down to a lean waist and bell hips. He had to smirk as he caught the growling sound that was coming from Ichigo, chocolate eyes turning topaz.

“I am going to rip your dick off and see just how much you like it!” Ichigo screamed. His voice was a couple of octaves higher than it normally was. “What the hell did you do to me besides turn me into a fucking chick?!”

A soft groan was the only answer that came from Szayel turned onto his stomach, slowly healing as he tried to clear his head. He had actually forgotten just how strong the Cuarto Espada was, and being smacked once and sent through several walls had been far from kind to his body. Seething, Ichigo yanked the shirt that he was wearing tighter around him, trying to make sure that all the pertinent parts had been covered.

His mind turned back to how he had landed in the position he had been in. One minute, he had been napping in his room slash prison cell, and the next, he was waking up, strapped down to one of the tables in the freaks lab. He had found at that moment that he had lost vital bits to be considered a male. Instead, he had gained all of the right parts to be considered a female.

He was finding that the one good thing that had come out of all of it was that the idiot had taken off his suppressor cuff that had kept his reiatsu suppressed. Due to that, he had gotten free of his bindings, trying to attack Szayel, who had taken to hiding behind things as Ichigo had tried to get used to his new balance. Ulquiorra had simply followed the flares of power and the loud screaming.

He had taken one look at the now female Ichigo and saw how close he...no, now he was a she...she had been to breaking down and crying. The Fourth Espada had grabbed Szayel and slammed him through several walls and into the meeting room before handing Ichigo his shirt. They had followed after the flying body.

He found no need to add to her embarrassment after all.

Though, if Ichigo kept on stalking the way she was, she was going to end up flashing everyone around them. Coughing at the though, the pale Arrancar reached out and readjusted the top to sit better, shielding her with his own body. He looked over his shoulder and swept his eyes over the others to make sure that no one was trying to sneak up on them. He was acting oddly protective of her, having felt the same when Ichigo had been a male. His actions made the substitute shinigami stare at him with some curiosity.

Aizen, Gin, and Grimmjow were all just trying to figure out what was going on. And what they were going to do about the Shinigami that were fast approaching Los Noches. Not to mention what they were going to do with a now female Ichigo.