A Different Life

Title: Talks, and flashbacks
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT, NOR WILL I EVER OWN BLEACH OR BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER. THIS WAS DONE OUT FUN AND NOT PROFIT!
Me: Oh my god! An update! It’s a miracle!! Not. It’s because my other beta got back to me after I finally wrote the damn thing. Sorry, been a little on the depressed side. Xanders Many Faces is 6 ficlets away from being done, and this one…well, its no where near done! So, enjoy. Once again, thanks go to my wonderful betas Sam and kellymutt. Love you both!

Italics are the story that is being told.
*------------------------------------------------------* means the P.O.V. is normal.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ means P.O.V. is Xanders.

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Opening the door, I giggle, even though I will always deny it, at my uncles’ antics, telling Urahara-san off and that he’s not allowed to touch me or Ichigo. And a few other things that I don’t quite catch as I watch Karin glare at Jinta, who was looking at Yuzu and Ururu watching Karin out of the corner of her eye. Makes me think someone has a crush. So cute!
Pulling off my shoes, I duck just in time for Jinta to go flying over my head due to a kick from Karin. Standing back up I blink at the red haired boy who is picking himself up and dusting himself off. I shake my head and look up to see Ichigo standing in the doorway of the kitchen with Kenpachi-san standing behind him, also looking at Jinta. I look at his outfit and smile, knowing that now, the true healing of the hurt of losing my aunt starts. I also notice how close Kenpachi is standing behind Ichigo and smile a small smile, knowing he got his hearts desire.
I walk away, sliding out of my uncles’ arms as he declares that he shall protect my innocence from perverted captains, whatever that means. I walk up to Ichigo, stare him in the eyes and smile at him, gaining a smile in return. I wrap my arms around his waist and tuck my head under his chin, being the shorter of the two of us by a couple of inches, and hug him, like I used to when we were younger.
Feeling his arms wrap around me, I smile and snuggle in for a good cuddle, feeling the most intense urge to be who I used to be, even in front of the perverted shop keeper. I hear a couple of coos, but could care less as Ichigo and I walk into the living room and curl up on the couch, my head resting above his heart. We shift slightly when Kenpachi sits behind us, so that Ichigo is leaning against him with our legs stretched out, taking up the couch. I look up and see that everyone is sitting in the living room, except Karin, Yuzu, Ururu, and Jinta, who I suppose are out back doing something.
I feel Ichigo pull out my hair tie, letting my hair loose, and starts to run his hand through the strands, calming me in a way that I haven’t felt in a long time. I start to purr, or as much as a human can purr. I hear him laugh lightly under his breath, making me look up at him and pout. He kisses my forehead.
“So, what happened when you went over to the perverts?” he asks, making Shunsui, Renji and Isshin choke on their breath, while Kenpachi lets loose a laugh, and making Urahara protest. I smile at him and move into my previous position again and start on telling what had happened.

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As we walk down the street, Xander couldn’t help but giggle at the memory of Kenpachi's disgruntled expression, knowing he’ll finally get what he wants. He notices that Shunsui look at him and he just smiles at him, listening to his uncle rant and rave about perverts and how they had better not touch his nephew, otherwise they might be in a world of hurt. What ever that meant.

Looking at each other, they shake their heads at his obvious naïveté. Xander looks at them with confusion evident on his face.
“What?” he asks, looking up at his cousin. Ichigo just shoves his head back in place.
“Keep telling us the story,” he says, shaking his head and rolling his eyes.
“Fine,” Xander says, pouting lightly, making everyone think smutty thoughts, coo in some way, and smile.

Shaking his head, he turns to Shunsui and asks him something that he wanted to know.
“So, what’s up with this Urahara guy beyond that he’s rather on the slutty side?” he asks, watching Shunsui blink lightly at him, then turn to Renji when he snickers lightly. Cocking his head to the side, he wonders what made him snicker like he did. He just smiles at Xander and loops his arm through Byakuyas.

“And should you ever do that again, I’ll smack you,” Byakuya says. Renji sticks his tongue out, only to be caught up in a kiss. Blowing a raspberry at the two, Xander continues on with the story.

“Urahara used to be captain of the 12th division in Soul Society before he was exiled,” Shunsui says, making Xander contemplate why he was exiled. He finally decides that asking is the best course of action.
“Why was he exiled?” Xander asks. Issin answers this time, falling back a little to walk next to him.
“He created the type of gigai that he put Rukia in. The one that destroys the spiritual power of the one who is in it and the Orb of Distortion,” he says, smiling down at Xander, who gives him a confused look.
“Gigai?” Xander asks, cocking his head to the side. Issin groans and slaps his head.
“That’s right, you don’t know about the various items. When we get home we’ll go over what the Shinigamis use. Maybe, Urahara will tell you. He knows what they use. Maybe Shunsui or Byakuya can also tell you. You can create a comprehensive book on the Shinigamis, considering Ichigo is one,” Issin says, throwing an arm around Xanders shoulder.

“Hey, wait a minute. You offered my services to tell Xan-chan whatever he wanted to know even before he met with me,” Urahara asks, a look of disbelief crossing his face. Xander smiles shyly at him in response.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to Urahara-san,” Xander says, curling closer to Ichigo, looking for all the world a shy puppy. Urahara whips out his fan and holds it in front of him, hiding the slight trickle of blood coming from his nose.
“No, no, Xan-chan. I will tell you every thing that you want to know,” he says, trying very hard to keep his voice nice and innocent and the perversion out of his voice, otherwise he might end up on the wrong side of Issin's fist. And it is so worth it as he watches Xander shyly smile in pleasure at his words.
“Lets continue on, shall we,” Ichigo says, glaring at Urahara. Xander nods and continues with the story.

“Really? Do you think he would tell me,” Xander asks, hope making his eyes shine brightly at Issin. Issin smiles and nods, noticing that they had arrived at the shop.
”Looks like we’re here. Lets get this over and done with,” Renji says, the others, not including Xander, nod in agreement. Shrugging, Xander walks up to the door and knocks lightly, seeing the closed sign in the window. They wait only a few moments before someone answers the door. Looking down, they see a little blue-black haired girl.
“The shops closed right now,” she says, her voice timid. Xander smiles and kneels down to her level.
“Hi, I’m Xander, and me and my friends here would like to speak with Urahara-san. Can you tell him that we are here,” he asks politely. She smiles and nods before closing the door. Standing up he, stretches his hands above his back, before turning around and smiling at them.
They only have to wait a few minutes before a man with a green and white jacket over a green robe like shirt and dark colored pants with sandals and a green and white hat comes out. At first glance he doesn’t seem dangerous, but rather on the innocent side. But Xander could feel the power that the man in front of him carried oh so well, and it made the warrior in him rear up and take notice. Pasting a smile on his face, he ignores his first instinct to attack this strange man.
“Come in, come in. I must say I wasn’t expecting everyone here again so soon,” the man says. Watching him as he ushers everyone in, Xander can’t figure out why everyone calls him a pervert. That is, until he feels the hand brush against his ass.
“Iiee!!” is heard followed by a resounding slap. “Pervert,” is mumbled so after. Turning around, the six that came with Xander see Urahara holding his cheek which is sporting a red hand mark and a bright red Xander rubbing his hand. Renji can’t help but let loose a laugh.
“Well, at least we know Xander-san here has a great vocal level and a mean right slap,” Renji crows out in delight, causing Xander to blush some more and look down at the floor in embarrassment, while the others laugh with him.
“Maa, so true, so true. Though I suppose it my own fault. Its always the quiet ones who are the feistiest,” Urahara says, his ever present fan out and in front of his face.

“That is true,” Kenpachi says, leering down at Ichigo and getting two pillows in his face for the effort.
“Shush and let me finish,” Xander says, getting comfortable again.

Xander chooses this time to speak up, “Can we please ask him what we came to do? I still have some spells to prepare for,” he says, bouncing a little in place. Everyone, including Urahara, smiles at him, making him cock his head in confusion, once again. “What,” he asks. Everyone shakes their head and sits at the table, noticing there is a tea pot and cups. Probably set out by the large man that is standing near by. Urahara sits down next to Xander, while Renji sits on the other side of him with Byakuya on his other side. Issin sits on the other side of Urahara with Karin then Yuzu next to him. The large man serves the tea.
“Thank you. . .um, what’s your name,” Xander asks. The large man smiles lightly at him, gaining a smile in return.
“I am Tessai, Xander-san,” he says, handing Xander his tea cup with a bit of sugar. Xander smiles at the nice man, his energy calm and cool. And hey, who can’t like some one who knows how you like your tea from a few words?
Taking a sip, Xander listens to the light conversation flowing around him, not really paying attention to what they are saying. Finally, after sipping half of his tea, he sets the cup down and turns to Urahara, who automatically turns too. Smiling at Urahara, Xanders starts to speak.
“Urahara-san, I have a favor to ask of you,” Xander says, his face serious. Urahara hums in a questioning manner, one of his eyebrows rising into his hair line.
“Yes, Xan-chan,” he asks, smiling at the light twitch of Xanders eyebrow.
“As you know I come from Sunnydale. Well, there is a vampire named Angel. His soul is in control due to a gypsy curse. Seeing as how the spell works by forcing the demon into a cage, there is a key. The key to this cage is a moment of perfect happiness. Now, usually when a vampires demon is forced to relent to the vampires soul, when it gets out, they’re the same as when the curse was instated. But with this curse, when Angelus got out, he was turned into a psycho,” Xander says, taking a sip of his tea.
“So now he is an obsessive bastard out for Buffy's blood. He is going after all her friends, and that includes two very special people in my life. There is Giles. He used to be a watcher. He quit a few days before I left, and to my knowledge, there isn’t another watcher there, but they were going to send one. The other friend is Oz. He’s a werewolf, and very nice, if a bit laconic. He really doesn’t say much, but when he says something, it’s usually important,” he continues on. Again, stopping to take a sip of his tea, he gathers his thoughts before continuing.
“I am bringing them over here with the help of Byakuya-san, Renji-san, Shunsui-san and Kenpachi-san. What I need now is somewhere where they can stay until they get set up here. I was hoping you would allow them to stay here,” he says, peeking up through his lashes, showing Urahara the ultimate puppy dog eyes without even knowing it. Urahara immediately melts and says yes, getting a beaming smile full of happiness in return.
“How about I come over and I can meet them face to face,” Urahara suggests, standing as the other stand sometime later after hashing out the details. Xander looks at him, and then shrugs. Walking towards the door, he suddenly remembers something.
“Oh, Urahara-san, do you mind if I asked you some questions about the shinigami tools and how it was being a shinigami captain? I want to make a journal for all the demon hunters about Shinigamis, including their rules and customs. That is, if you don’t mind,” he asks, looking over his shoulder at Urahara curiously. Seeing him nod in response, Xander once again smiles in his direction and walks out the door.

“We then walked home, stopping real fast at the herb place for some of the herbs that I need. Urahara did try to feel me up again, but was smacked up side the head, which made me giggle. I feel bad about it, even though it was laugh worth,” Xander wraps up, feeling Kenpachis hand play with a strand of his hair. He knows its Kenpachi because he can feel Ichigos right hand near his hip, while the other hand plays with another strand of his hair. Not that he’s complaining or anything.
“So, he folded due to the dreaded puppy dog eyes, huh?” Ichigo snickers out, causing Xander to blush lightly while smiling sheepishly up at him.
“Yeah,” Xander says, getting up and stretching, causing a few eyes to follow the drape of the shirt on his lean body. Not really paying attention to what they are doing, he continues to speak.
“Now, I have to do some quick research. Hey, Ichigo, want to start to learn on how to control your magic?” he asks, turning around to look at him. Ichigo smiles and nods.
”Yeah, I have to sometime, might as well be now,” Ichigo replies, standing up. Walking out of the room, talking about the different types of magic, they leave the others in the living room, staring at each other, trying to figure out what to talk about.