A Shifting of Life: Chapter 3

Title: A Shifting of Life
Fandom: Bleach
Part: 3
Series: Shifting
Characters: various
Warnings: Ikkaku's foot is abused
Word count: 1372
AN: If you are rereading this: Wow! Thank you just so much for reading this. Seriously. I wouldn't have expected anyone to take the time to read and review this, especially since it's undergoing such a heavy rewrite to fit in new details and to smooth things out. Again, thank you.

For now though, enjoy!

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It was three hours after the arrival of a now female Ichigo, and those who cared about her in some way, or knew of her, found themselves standing in the meeting room staring at her. She was tugging lightly at her borrowed kosode as she looked up through her lashes at them. Ichigo had known that they would find her interesting considering everything going on but some of the looks sent at her made her uncomfortable.

Mayuri had a rather creepy gleam in his eyes that just screamed that he wanted to do nothing more than to experiment on her. Nemu, who stood next to him, looked as close as she could to committing patricide before everyone there.

Byakuya and Renji had by that time gotten used to the fact that Ichigo had a female body, as had those who had come with them. Sado had decided to just stick close to his friend.

Soi-Fon on the other hand had a barely there blush on her face and wasn’t looking directly at Ichigo. Hitsugaya looked a lot like he wasn’t very sure as to what to do at the moment.

Kira was standing next to them, blinking rapidly as Hanataro waved a fan next to him to help keep him from fainting. The large fox like taicho, Komamura, was standing stock still, which wasn’t that unusual for him.

Shuuhei stood next to Iba and was exchanging looks with him. Both of them men trying to figure out if they should go with the lust that they were feeling for the female Ichigo or if they should storm Los Noches and kill the Espada who had created the mess.

Yumichika was smilingly lightly next to his taicho as he played a finger over his bottom lip. Ikkaku was just flat out leering at her from next to the beauty obsessed male.

Shunsui was trying to hide his face fully under his straw hat while Jushiro alternated between teasing him and smoothing a hand over his arm.

Ulquiorra pulled Sado to stand outside and made sure that no one who wasn’t supposed to be in the room was able to get into said room. They swept their eyes over any Shinigami that came too close to the door, scaring them into leaving quickly. They had wanted to be inside with Ichigo but she had convinced them to go with Unohana’s idea of them standing outside for the time being.

When all was said and done, they would be able to go back to her.

Ichigo huffed under her breath and shook her head, crossing her arms up and under her chest, shorting out a few of the male’s minds as the move pushed her breasts up, straining her kosode just a bit. She suddenly found herself with a pink blur attaching itself to her, forcing her to wrap her arms around the tiny bundle of energy.

“Ichi-chan is really, really pretty now!” was all Yachiru had to say about it. The words drew a soft smile out of Ichigo, always having a soft spot for the young girl. She ran her fingers through the soft pink hair and got a beaming smile.

“So, tell us, what’s going to happen now?” Rangiku finally asked, breaking the silence. Ichigo just sat down on the steps that lead up to Unohana’s seat, arranging Yachiru in her lap.

“Both Urahara-san and Kurosaki-kun have been contacted and they will be coming to the Seireitei as soon as Yuzu-san gathers a few things for Ichigo-chan,” Unohana replied. She watched as Ichigo calmed herself by playing with Yachiru’s hair, a thoughtful expression of the fiery headed female’s face. “She will be staying, for the time being, here in Soul Society. Ichigo-chan, who would you feel most comfortable with at this time?” she asked the orange haired woman, chocolate eyes turning to her.

“I can see the question, and no, I don’t feel very comfortable with staying with Rukia right now. As much as I care for her, I really don’t like the servants who work at the Kuchiki manor. If Rangiku doesn’t mind, I would enjoy staying with her in her fukutaicho’s home,” Ichigo stated. She looked to the busty woman, getting a bright smile and a nod.

“I’ll send a hell butterfly to you when your father and Urahara-san arrives. Until then, Matsumoto-fukutaicho, can you please lead Ichigo-san to your home?” Unohana asked her. Rangiku saluted her with a smile.

“Yes, sou-taicho. Come on, Ichi-chan, I’ll show ya the way,” the redhead chirped. She patiently waited as Ichigo put Yachiru onto her feet, watching as she stood and brushed off her ass. Watching Ichigo walk over to her, she smirked as her friend paused by Ikkaku and stomped on his foot with a scowl.

“Will you stop leering, you pervert? You have a in...well you know who,” Ichigo huffed, watching as the bald male hopped up and down on a foot, holding his other foot as he cursed. “That should teach you to stare.” Feeling better, she turned back to Rangiku and smiled as they left the meeting room, Rangiku chirping about her access to some ‘kick ass hot springs’, Ichigo agreeing with a sigh of anticipation as her two shadows followed them.

Ikkaku went stock still at the sigh that he barely heard, the only one beyond Rangiku and Ichigo’s bodyguards hearing it. Yumichika shook his head in amusement and walked over to the other male, poking at Ikkaku’s shoulder to watch him go down with a bored look.

“We are to treat Ichigo-chan just the same as we ever have, you idiot. Just because he is now a she does not mean that she had changed in personality or her skills. No doubt Yoruichi-san will end up training her to fight in her new body while Urahara-san creates a cure for her,” the braided soutaicho stated, her fingers tapping on her knee as she looked over the shinigami before her.

“Why is it he is requesting Urahara? I know I could do the work much faster if I just had a bit of time to examine the substitute Kurosaki,” Mayuri protested, stepping forward.

“I highly doubt that Kurosaki-san would let you even think about letting you close enough to get her height much less close enough to do a test,” Byakuya stated. He sent the Twelfth Division taicho a dry look and got a snarl in return from the man.

“He’d...ah fuck. She’d gut you with Zangetsu before she even let you within ten feet of her,” Renji snorted, getting a few knowing snickers from the others.

“I am afraid that I have to agree with Abari-san, as crude as he said it,” Unohana stated. She gave Mayuri a warning look filled with dire consequences backing it up. “You will not do anything to endanger Ichigo-san, do you understand? And should you come near her and she attacks, she will be well within her rights.”

“Yes, sou-taicho,” the scientist snarled before he returned to his place in line.

“I do have a request for those of you who Ichigo-chan trusts. I wish for you to teach her how the Seireitei works. Both the Shinigami culture and the laws that we run by,” Unohana said, standing up and nodding to everyone before her. “There is much that is missing in her education about us and the last sou-taicho was happy to let it stand in hopes of giving him a reason to cut Ichigo-chan down.We do not operate like that now. She will be taught everything about us, but she is also willing to teach us about the human world. We will need those teachings to better work in the field and mingle with them when we do our jobs,” she stated. With one last sweep of her eyes, she dismissed everyone.

The Shinigami that were leaving found that their minds were spinning with what was happening and how things were looking to happen. Those who liked Ichigo all had to agree on one thing though.

It was going to be very interesting to be able to teach Ichigo just how they lived and loved.