Make Up Session

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A/N:*cracks knuckles* Okay! Let's see what I'm made of!

~Masayoshi's P.O.V.~

I knew my aura was off. I couldn't stop thinking about what Sarabi said to me. 'How could she say that to me? Well if she doesn't need me in her life I dont need her!' A scowl graced my presence as Luppi stood in front of the master bedroom door.
"My lady please don't look so down. You don't want the prince to be in a bad mood too do you? You know he follows your moods."
'It's a little bothersome to know how well he knows my son.'
"I suppose you're right Luppi. Perhaps I can mimick that smile of yours.."
A playful scowl graced his face as he knocked on the door.

"Enter."

He pushed the door opened for me and took a step back.

"You're not coming in?" I glanced back to him.

"It's not my place to. Besides, I have some important matters to attend to." I rolled my eyes as I walked past him.

"Don't go picking on Jaggerjack. You might regret it." I smiled as I closed the door on his smirking form.

"HI MOMMYYY!"
I hadn't even walked through the door completely as I heard my munchkin greeting me. My face literally lit up as I peeked around the corner to see him giggling at me in his father's lap.
"Hello sweetie! Have you been good?"

"Define good."
Gin retorted as he stepped from the bathroom rubbing a now bald spot on the side of his head. My chest burn from trying to hold in my laughter.
"W-What *snicker* happened Gin??" He glared daggers at me as he pointed at Sasuke. Sosuke chuckled rubbing Sasuke's head.
"Gin thought it would be funny to pick on him while you were away... he didn't expect Sasuke to be quite the fighter." I snickered while Gin tried to defend his actions.
"All I did was pretend to eat his last cookie! No one likes to have fun around here." I rolled my eyes as I picked up my child and placed him in front of Gin.
"Sasuke, that wasn't very nice now was it?" He looked to me then to Gin.

"I shawry! (sorry)... Here!" Sasuke pulled a clump of silver hair from his pocket and handed it to Gin. I couldn't hold my laughter in anymore leaning up against the nearest wall wailing. Even Sosuke had a hard time containing his amusement as he shook his head chuckling. I kissed my munchkin on his forehead then hugged a fuming Gin.
"Taking his sweets is never a good idea Gin. Just a late heads-up." I said as I flicked his bald spot.

"Indeed. Reminds me of a blue-haired brat that use to run around the Seireitei.." An argument match now rung in the bedroom as we continued. We quickly came to a halt when Aizen cleared his throat looking at Gin.
"That's enough Gin... why don't you take Sasuke to see Tousen for a while. I'm sure he would enjoy some company." Gin groaned in response with a hai and picked him up holding him far from his body as he headed for the door. I smiled and shook my head as I sighed turning my head to Aizen who sat on the couch eyeing me.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" I asked slightly uncomfortable.
"You weren't in the greatest of moods before you walked in the door.. Care to tell what happened between you and Sarabi?" The small smile that lingered moments ago fell from our faces as he asked the question. I sat down next to him on the couch leaning my head on his shoulder.
"Sarabi has disowned me as her sister.. Because I'm on your side." A low 'hmm' erupted from his body. He moved his arm, wrapping it around me, rubbing my side with his thumb.

"Do you regret taking my side now?" I looked into his eyes as he awaited my answer.
"I don't know.. should I?" A small smirk played on my lips as he cocked an eyebrow.
"So that's how it's going to be is it?"
I rolled my eyes at his question getting up from the couch to lay across the bed comfortably, my back to him.
"That's how it is.... Sosuke." I closed my eyes briefly when I suddenly felt his presence behind me. I tilted my head to the side and lifted my eyelids half lidded to stare back at him. My body tensed up when he placed his hands across my back gently massaging his way down.

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