AnimeWriterTycoonGirl: Greetings all those who enjoy anime, yaoi, and extreme lemony action-goodness! To all my past fans…I'm so sorry for not finishing my other stories like I promised but I have been going through so much right now, it's only because…..my Internet went out so I could focus on writing. (sweat drops) No no….not at all. (*Cough*Facebook addict* Cough*)

The title for this story is in Latin. It reads as Love Opposites.

Standard Warning: This is a strongly sexual story filled with yaoi, implications of prostitution, sex of course (non-consensual to consensual), partial incest, and of course, Alternate Universe (AU) for the plot I'm planning on using. And the occasional OOC moments.

This chapter will be fairly fluffy material….if at all; only slight cursing for now and outrageous silliness from Isshin Kurosaki. And blackmail, but only minor. Ah, and before I forget, I want you all to believe Ichigo and Shiro to be seventeen/eighteen later on in this story. I know fifteen year olds aren't allowed in….ahem….sensual manners here and I would prefer not to be banned for underage rules.

Well then, now that all that is out of the way, thank you for being so patient with me and I hope you like what you see!

Amoris Oppositi

"You summoned us, Father?" A quiet voice asked into the large white conference room. The only response was the sound of a cup being set on a table. A heavy sigh echoed the large room. The man glanced at his youngest son with cool eyes.

"Yes my dear son. I hear both you and your brother refused the latest….suitors with such distasteful methods. I am quite disappointed with the two of you. Here I am trying to be a good father after all….."

"Keh! Good father my ass! Those wimps were the most pathetic attempt of marriage yet! I aint getting married to nobody unless I feel like it! Maybe he doesn't mind kissing your ass to please you but I ain't as gracious…. DAD" Came the bitter response of the eldest son. The father glared coldly at his rambunctious protégé. Rising from his chair, the man calmly walked up and struck the insubordinate youth across his face whilst the other brother winced slightly and averted his eyes. Angry teal eyes burned into deep brown ones. Their father grinned sardonically.

"I suppose I misheard you…..right my son? You will be getting married soon enough am I correct?" His grin infuriated the eldest, who said nothing more after the episode. "Good. I shall find another pair for the two of you by the end of the week. If anything, refuse them….chivalrously." His eyes lingered on the one he struck slightly before turning to his youngest. Walking back to his cup of tea, he glanced one last time towards his children. "You may go now; I have many things to do today." A careless wave of his hand had his youngest give a slight bow and his eldest a snort of disgust before they left the room. A thoughtful expression crossed his face as he sat down once again.

"There must be someone out there fit for my two boys….someone to relax Ulquiorra, and one to mollify Grimmjow's temper….hmmm….but where? Where indeed?" he mused, downing the rest of his tea.

*Meanwhile at the Kurosaki household….*

A sudden amount of pressure on his body woke up Ichigo Kurosaki with a grunt. The orangette glanced around rapidly until his eyes rested on his twin brother Shiro, sleeping peacefully on his arm….again. Ichigo groaned; how many times would it take to get his brother to sleep in his own goddamn bed? Looking to the clock on his left, he swore; they had thirty minutes to get ready for school. Pushing his brother off the bed with a satisfying 'oof' coming from the twin, he rapidly began to change into his uniform.

The albino moaned from the ground, mourning the blissful dream he was having before glaring at his brother. Ichigo ignored the glare, throwing his brother's clothes at his while straightening his tie.

"Damn it Ichigo! Whaddya think you're doing waking a guy up like that?" Shiro slurred, putting on his uniform at a much more leisurely pace. All the while glancing at his brother's back with an unreadable expression. Ichigo rolled his eyes at his moody brother.

"Quit complaining Shiro….we'll be late for school if you don't hurry the hell up! Hey, have you seen my notebook anywhere?" the orange haired boy bent down on all fours to look under his bed. The albino stiffened before sharply turning away before a blush could appear on his pale face. "Ah, found it! Come on, we're going to be late." Shiro didn't move even when Ichigo was at the door. "Shiro?"

Shaking his head the red eyed twin gave a cheeky grin. "Yeah yeah, I'm coming; lemme just put my contacts on will ya?" His lingered once more. "Hate to see ya go, love to watch ya leave." he muttered as he put the golden contacts into his eyes, a slightly mournful expression tugging the corners of his lips down. Sighing he followed his slightly elder brother down the steps.

Downstairs both boys braced themselves. "GOOD MORNING KUROSAKI FAMILY! OH! THERE'S MY BEAUTIFUL SONS! COME HERE AND GIVE YOUR OLD MAN A….." Simultaneously the male twins dodged his clothesline hug, and just as coordinated gave their father a mirrored version of a roundhouse kick, allowing him to smack into the wall with double force. Isshin Kurosaki bawled a pitiful tale of how his kids would leave him for dead as they ignored him and greeted their sisters, Yuzu quickly slipping them their breakfast.

"Ichi-nii! Shiro-nii! You two are gonna be late again!" Karin scolded as they sat down for breakfast, pointing her spoon at them before scowling at her deranged father. "Oi! Goat face! Can't you just be quiet for once in your life?" rolling her eyes, Karin wolfed down her own food. Yuzu grinned from the kitchen as she prepared her own meal.

"Well we'd be on time if someone would actually use his own bed!" Ichigo grumbled. Shiro simply stuck his tongue out in rebuke.

"Don't act like you didn't enjoy it." he taunted. A loud gasp turned them away from their meal. Isshin pointed a dramatic finger at his children, a mock look of horror on his face.

"WHAT'S THIS? A SHOCKING REVELATION? OH HOW COULD THIS BE? SUCH SCANDEL, A TRAVESTY I TELL YOU!" The old man's histrionics at its height again, all but Yuzu yelled at him to pipe down, with Karin throwing her shoe at the silly man. A sudden coughing fit coming from the stairs, however, terminated any joking matter from then on.

Frail and breathing harshly, Masaki Kurosaki gripped the staircase as she attempted to walk down. All five Kurosaki kin rushed to the stairs, breakfast and hilarities forgotten. The matron of the household had lost more weight, evident by the nightgown that seemed to engulf her. Isshin quickly caught his wife's body as her strength failed her, supporting it. With a glance so serious not even Shiro would argue with, he silently ordered everyone else to get ready for school. Their mother whispering her good mornings, a weak smile set upon her once so beautiful face, the children of the household obliged and quickly went their ways.

"Have a great day…." She murmured while coughing once again as Isshin gently carried her back to their bedroom. Three years ago, she was diagnosed with Soft Tissue Sarcoma cancer. From then on, Yuzu ended up doing more of the chores she normally did, as she often did not have the strength to rise out of bed due to muscle loss. Whenever she was awake, Isshin would immediately resign his jovial traditions, and the boys did their damn best not to cause any reason for her to worry or get upset. They even offered to get jobs as well. Their parents, however, did not want their children to have to worry about school and a job at the same time.

Despite being a relatively successful clinic, however, there simply wasn't enough money to purchase the expensive American medicine that could alleviate her pains. Weak to medium strength pain killers were all they could provide at the time, but without proper medication, they all knew what could ultimately happen. Ichigo clenched his bag tighter as he thought of how much worse off she had looked today. If it continued like this…

"Oi! Kurosaki-kun! Shiro-kun!" Interrupted from his thoughts, the orange head turned to see an equally orange headed girl run towards them rather flustered. Orihime grinned as she came to a stop. "Good morning you guys! Running late again?" she teased gently. Shiro snorted.

"So? You are too aren't ya?" he mocked. Once again flustered, the ditzy redhead argued with the albino, trying to regain the upper-hand (which was impossible once Shiro was in a mocking mood) while Ichigo simply shook his head. Those two, he thought, were impossible to deal with in the morning. Quickening his pace he yelled for them to do the same.

(Later at Lunch)

"So your mother isn't getting better huh?" Keigo Asano mused as the whole group sat on the roof for lunch as usual. Shiro nodded. "That really sucks man. She's like, the coolest mom in the freakin world! I'd hate for my mom to go through that. How much longer do you think she has to….?"

THONK! Keigo dropped and rolled across the rooftop, moaning about his head. Rangiku Matsumoto dropped her metal lunchbox to the ground with a heavy thud as she glared at the insensitive teen. The busty woman gave Shiro a sympathetic smile before grabbing the jabbering whiner.

"Do you have any idea how to be respectful? Honestly, some things you just don't bring up Asano!" she raged. Her closest friend (or boyfriend, no one could actually tell for sure) Toshiro Hitsugaya scoffed at her.

"Such as complaining about how sore your breasts are?" came his deadpanned rebuke. Ichigo and Shiro simply shook their heads as everyone teased each other over one topic or another, their mother's sickness temporarily forgotten. In the middle of this, a large white bag was place in front of Ichigo's lap.

A tentative Rukia Kuchiki smiled softly at them while everyone was distracted with their noisy banter. Ichigo raised an eyebrow. Rukia was a transfer student, and had just recently become friends with everyone there. It was also a well known fact that she already enjoyed messing with Ichigo personally, using pranks and other methods to embarrass him constantly. Sensing his wariness, she giggled.

"It's safe, I promise. Just open it." she insisted. Ichigo's frown only deepened. What the hell could she have given him this time? Cautiously opening the bag, his jaw nearly dropped. Inside were several different brands of anticoagulants, diuretics, strong pain killers like Oxycodone, Morphine, and several different muscle replenishing vitamins. "After hearing about your mom's illness, I searched everything I could about her disease. My aunt Unohana is a reputed doctor in America. She sent as many different medications that could possibly help, but shipping drugs is such a hassle over here. Sorry for taking so long to get them to you. I know how serious diseases like that can be." Her smile faded slowly. Wide eyed, and slightly curious, Ichigo gawked at her slightly after seeing how many supplements were inside.

"Rukia…." She shook her head smiling.

"Don't even try it. There's no way you could ever pay me back for all of that stuff. My older brother nearly had a fit when he saw them all." She chuckled. "He thought I had been in some shady business for a few seconds there…."

"Actually….I was going to thank you." She froze, a prominent blush on her face. "Also….what do you mean you know how serious this is? Did this happened to your family too?" Ichigo leaned away from the others, wanting to hear what she had to say without interruptions. The petite girl nodded, moving towards him and spoke quietly.

"My sister died from a rare illness that was incurable. Our family was completely devastated when it happened, knowing there was nothing we could do but watch her wither away. She was in pain….and we couldn't do anything about it. So when I heard that your mom had cancer….I knew I couldn't watch another person lose someone that close to them like that again. It hurts too much to think…" Ichigo pulled her in for a crushing hug, forcing her to trail off.

"Rukia, you have no idea how much this means to us. Thank you so much for doing this. You really didn't have to. Also, I'm so sorry about your sister. How long ago did this happen?" he wondered, letting her breathe.

A little pink, Rukia shook her head. "It was nothing. I'm just glad to help a friend. She died a long time ago, I was pretty little actually. So the pain is not as strong as it would be if I was in your shoes right now." Ichigo nodded.

"Is that so? Rukia, I….I really can't thank you enough for what you did. Tell you what, I'll buy you an extra large Chappy in gratitude." He offered. Her eyes lit up with excitement.

"Kyah! I…I…I mean…..that would be appreciated." She muttered, her posture high and her expression closed off after her little outburst, but Ichigo knew better. He chuckled as he stood up, clutching the precious white bag in his hand as lunch ended.

"Don't mention it half pint." He laughed as he raced off, dodging swear words and kicks on his way down.

**Three days ago, in another part of Karakura Town***

Meanwhile, a shiny white limo stopped in front of several shopping centers, making them look grungy and paltry in comparison. A well dressed gentleman, in white of course, stepped out of the vehicle and gave some instructions to the driver. As he walked by the rows of shops, he smoothed back his chocolate brown hair. Finally, his pace slowed as he came across the sorriest looking shop in the entire district. Glancing around to ensure no one saw him walk inside, he entered, a small bell chiming to indicate a customer.

A blond haired man wearing a traditional outfit perked up at the sound, only to slump back into his seat, glaring at the unwanted guest. The brown haired man simply grinned at the latter's disgruntled expression.

"I take it you were not expecting me again were you, Urahara-san?" he drawled, sweeping his eyes around the convenience store. "Business appears to be slow around this time of day is it not?" he mocked. Urahara scowled.

"I gave you what you wanted. Why back so soon Aizen?" he snapped. Aizen's smile tightened; a bad sign indeed.

"They were unacceptable for my boys. I asked for the best and they did not meet the expectations. I warned you about wasting my time Urahara, and I want what was promised." His hands slammed down on the counter. Urahara didn't flinch.

"I already told you, I don't make a living off of this and I certainly don't want some other poor souls to have to deal with your spoiled little brats Aizen! I have no more business with you." He glowered. Aizen's eyes flashed in anger, and clenched his teeth and fists, slowly counting in his head. A sickly sweet smile took the irritated expression's place, causing Urahara to shiver. "I'm serious Aizen! I won't do this anymore!" he insisted, fear leaking out of his voice.

"Oh really? I think your lovely little…..pet will say otherwise." Pulling out a photo from his pocket, Aizen watched the horrified expression that overtook Urahara's face. His girlfriend of three years, Yoruichi, smiled oblivious to the camera as she shook hands with a successful student receiving a new belt at her martial arts studio. "Don't be alarmed. She's fine. I am more than certain she would cause my men much trouble if we tried anything near her precious studio. However, she is far less guarded when she is asleep would you not agree?" he smirked as Urahara struggled for words.

"What do you even want?" he pleaded, desperation written all over his face. "I don't know what your boys even like….or want for that matter! If you are going to bully me into forcing some pretty things your sons' ways….at least throw me a bone! Hair color, personality, something!" he begged. Aizen thought it over quietly. It was true after all; Urahara had been giving him handsome males that should please at least one of them. But perhaps that wasn't enough. Perhaps he needed someone completely opposite yet fitting for each son. Yes….that would be more successful. He nodded.

"I agree. I have been sending you on an elaborate goose chase now haven't I? Alright, here are three important qualities that must be found." He waited patiently as Urahara scrambled around for something to write on. "Grimmjow is impulsive, fiery, and foulmouthed. For him someone who is equally stubborn but hardly dominant would suit him. This man would of course need to be beautiful, and yet while being just as adamant be more calm and kindhearted. Someone who can domestic my eldest's heart." He finished as an afterthought. Urahara paled; who the hell could POSSIBLY fit that description? After meeting Grimmjow firsthand, finding someone that stubborn would be just plain impossible. At least in this city it would be.

"Ulquiorra is, of course, quite the opposite. Being….pale, he's quite shy and withdrawn from the rest of the world. I want him to come out of his shell a little more. Not quite as brazen as his elder brother I assure you, but more confident if anything. This male will have to be dominant, more excitable, and if possible, a little on the exotic side himself. It would certainly bring out the confidence in my own son if I say so myself." He paused to look coldly at the shopkeeper. "Is that enough of a…..bone for you, Urahara?" he raised an elegant brow.

The blonde male mentally sweat dropped. As if finding the perfect one for Grimmjow was going to be difficult, Ulquiorra is definitely moreso. How in the nine rings of hell was he going to find people like that? Swallowing hard he forced a smile as he tucked his notebook into his pocket.

"Of course! More than helpful!" God help him. "I should be able to find some men like this by the end of the week!" If he draws it out, maybe he can grab Yoruichi and head off to the United States. No….Aizen would probably intercept the plane and then both of them would be….

"Excellent. See to it that you do not disappoint me this time. After all….I did make it more specific on this occasion." Aizen turned to leave, Urahara stunned with nerves and fear. "Have a fun hunt, Kisuke." On that final note, Aizen walked out of the store and back into his limousine, telling the driver to take him back home. Hopefully Grimmjow hasn't broken anything too expensive.

****Author's Note****

AWTG: Wow….that was nine pages. You guys, I truly hope you enjoy this story. I will make the story play out like this, whenever the four boys are not in the same chapter constantly, one chapter will follow each relationship individually. I don't know who's going to be first, I just know that's how I'm planning it out.

Ichigo: Something tells me I'm involved with Grimmjow and WE will be shown first won't we? *frowns*

Grimmjow: Aww, you know you're excited. This IS her first fic about Bleach ya know. Be honored.

Shiro: Uh….I'm more concern'd with how the HELL Ulquiorra an' I are gonna work! *Sweat drops*

Ulquiorra: T_T You imply I'm not…..accessible?

AWTG, Ichigo, Grimmjow, Shiro: *Cringes*

AWTG:…Okay, getting awkward. See you all sooner than later!

Ulquiorra: Was I mistaken? *Innocent expression*