do you believe you're missing out

[alapimp]

Who: alapimp  and 1stguardian 
When: Early morning, 30th December
Where: Ichigo's bedroom, then to the SKIES \o/
Summary: Sousuke's training up the kid so, one glorious day, the snotrag will be worth fighting.
Warnings: PG13 for the deathberry's language? Something like that.

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[1stguardian]

Sleep isn't something Ichigo's been getting often in Siren's Port. Oh, he catches a few hours here and there, but he's too tense, too busy worrying about everyone and everything, to relax enough to manage very much. Still, when he does sleep, he sleeps deeply, no longer needing to remain partially alert for shinigami coming in through his window. Not here in this place.

He doesn't hear Aizen enter the room, doesn't feel his approach or sense his reiatsu. And at first, he doesn't react to the hand on his mouth. The sensation just bleeds into a rather bizarre dream of Kon strangling him so he can run off with his body and become a movie star. Until the pressure starts to get uncomfortable and he begins, slowly, to realize that the dream is a little too real.

Jerking awake, thinking it's Shiro playing a joke on him, Ichigo opens his eyes, already beginning to glare. I was finally sleeping, you- Except it's very much not Shiro, and although Ichigo's become oddly comfortable in Aizen's presence, finding him leaning over him in his

[alapimp]

His smile quirks as Ichigo flails, raising a finger to his lips in a soundless gesture of Shh. When he's all but certain the boy won't make any further noise, Sousuke releases him and looks pointedly to the wardrobe.

Get dressed, he mouths, sitting on the end of Ichigo's bed and folding a leg, an elbow reclining on the window-ledge as he clearly awaits his instructions to be carried out; there's no question of Ichigo doing otherwise judging by the confident and controlled authority he exudes. Quickly.

[1stguardian]

For a moment, it's all ichigo can do to stare at him. Is it a test? Some bizarre training thing that he's forgotten he's supposed to be doing? He has no idea. But he's not waking up again and Aizen appears to be making himself at home on the bed, so it mustn't be a dream.

It's the strangeness that finally gets him moving, because answers will, he hopes, come shortly after he's done what he's being asked to do. Exchanging his pajamas for jeans and a sweater, Ichigo changes quickly and returns to the bed with his coat in hand. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that they're going somewhere.

What's going on?

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Rising when the boy's finished, Sousuke climbs with the ease of a shinigami onto the window ledge and crouches there for a moment, giving a faint nod; in the next moment, he's disappearing only to shunpo several dozen feet away, standing on a rooftop as the rain finally clears up, only a few splatters on his shoulders. In the dim morning light, everything appears grey and cold, reluctant to wake up at a normal time in a couple of hours; it can only be a few minutes after the siren when he first approached Ichigo's home, the world already freed of hellish nightmares.

Hands slide into the warm pockets of his coat as he awaits his companion.