(With Ichigo and Byakuya: Dreamscape)
Ichigo went to bed after reporting back to his father and Yamamoto. Tsukishima reported the mission to be a success and he would compile the knowledge he gained into something that Ichigo and Uryu could use to help with him slowly twist the loyalties of the Spyritters that they met with. With nothing better to do, he went to sleep while unaware of the nearly silent speaker in his room as he dreamed of the day Byakuya told him about his engagement to Rukia.
"Make no mistake, I'm not happy about you marrying Rukia." He said as they entered the manor with a maid setting out tea for the two. "But I do accept this union. You've saved Rukia's life, served as the catalyst for Soul Society to change for the better, and act as the shining light for the future of Soul Society. You helped me keep my promise to my late wife and made me rethink my vow to my parents. I owe you a debt that I can never repay, so I will always do what I can to aid you. As such, establishing a permanent alliance to your Shiba family with our marriage."
"I understand Byakuya," Ichigo sighed out, slowly processing the information he just heard, "and I promise to... our?" He asked, looking at the noble to see a feminine version of the stoic captain. Her face seemed more graceful and soft, her hair shined like obsidian, and she looked at him with confusion in her stoic face.
"Is something wrong my love?" She asked in a tone that befit her regal stature while also hinting at familial kindness. "You seem confused."
"So many things seem wrong right now." Ichigo replied, looking around the room in rapid concern, each part changing while her wasn't looking at that. Eventually the room shifted into a bedroom, the table was replaced by a wide futon, windows by wall scrolls of extravagant paintings and calligraphy, and the female Byakuya wore a loose robe, showing some cleavage to her apparent lover.
"Aren't we going to make love?" She suddenly asked. "We've done so every day since our marriage." She explained, making Ichigo look at her hand and his own and seeing matching wedding bands.
'What!?' He mentally screamed as she pulled him in for a deep kiss. 'WHAT!?' He struggled for mental control as she explored his mouth and he began losing the internal struggle.
"Don't worry. I'll keep our child safe." She whispered hotly into his ear as he noticed she already began bouncing on his rod.
'WHAAAAAT!?!?' He screamed before his body began to move on it's own, meeting his apparent wife, thrust for bounce. It was almost like his time with Yoruichi all over again, minus a cup size as her body was so toned and smooth while being a beautiful pale shade. He latched onto her breast and began sucking, drawing milk from the teat as he thrust into her. Rationally, he was going to punch himself into forgetting everything, instinctually, he delved into the pleasure as much as he could. Her moist cavern squeezing him as tightly as it could as he plunged into her. She pushed him back down and practically danced with the way she moved her hips on him. Eventually, the squeezing and gyrations made him reach his peak and making him awaken from his dream.
(Ichigo's room)
"AHHHHH!" He screamed as he sat up quickly, frantically checking everything to ensure that he was in reality. Once he did, he laid back down to take several deep breaths to calm himself down. After he did, something flew into his room and exploded against the wall. It looked like a huge pane of blood that was slowly dripping down from the wall. Ichigo was about to freak, until he saw words forming. He felt his eye twitch as he read the message.
"Ichigo & Soi-Fon 1. Urahara 2.
You started this, rookie."
"Oh it's on."
(SRDI: Kisuke's office)
"Bring it on Ichigo. Bring it on." Kisuke started laughing like a madmen. "I have my own ally in this."
"You know," Mayuri started as he watched his superior act like a cliché mad scientist, "if it wasn't for the fact that I'm still coughing up blood and thumbtacks, I would have no part in this." He was promptly ignored as Urahara started cackling madly. "It's sad when I'm the sane one in the room."