A Strawberry And His Saccharine Lover

by o-Meep-o

AU. Life. Ichigo's life has taken a small, but good detour and it's a little much, so he makes his way to the bakery down the street from his apartment, hoping their sweets were half as good as the one's Byakuya buy's and that's where he meets the Latin man, the one with the rich, chocolate hair and the skin to match, his smile blinding,body broad and towering. The plus? He bakes.

1. New Bakery

...A Strawberry And His Saccharine Lover...

Summary: Sopa opera blues, whirring emotions, life. Ichigo's life has taken a small, but good detour and it's a little much, so he makes his way to the bakery down the street from his apartment, hoping their sweets were half as good as the one's Byakuya always 's where he meets the Latin man, the one with the rich, chocolate hair and the skin to match, his smile blinding,body broad and towering. You know the one. And the plus? He bakes.

A/N: Another ChadIchi, yay! I was in the mood to write this and so I'm spitting it out for you guys since I had a couple of people tell me how much they liked the other and the pairing as much as I do. So here we are and where we will be again for the next chapter! Adieu!

P.S. There will be some side NnoiShin and maybe KenBya, but the main pairing is ChadIchi, duh. I just needed the others in there to add depth to the story. I don't know how long this will be either.

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This feeling is heavy..

Makes my body ache and I'm ready..

To fall into the sky..

And I see now...

The reason Why..

-Fall Into The Sky (Zedd Ft Ellie Goulding)-

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Ichigo sniffles and rubs his nose with a tissue, the Puff kind that smells of lotion and keeps his nose from getting irritated. His tears had stopped but he was still so 'distraught' with emotion he couldn't help but think about that poor man and how he couldn't be with his true love. And only because he too, was a man. It was horrible and totally unfair and Ichigo couldn't help but let a few more tears fall as he thought about it again.

"Gawd, Ichigo! It's just a soap!" Shinji cackled from his spot on the other end of the comfy, cream colored sofa. Ichigo glared at him as he hurriedly wiped his tears with the soft and delicious smelling little tissue in his hands.

"But Shin! He couldn't be with Ash! They were in love! But his stupid family had to go and ruin their perfect surreptitious love affair. It's so sad." Ichigo sniffled. His eyes were red, and swollen from all the ridiculous crying he'd done. Luckily Shinji had gotten the box of Kleenex ready before this week's episode started, just in case, because god knows Ichigo needed it, mostly just to avoid the green booger monster and major snottage. They worked great for his river like tears, too.

"Yeah, Yeah. But hey! At least it isn't real life! Hell we can even get married now, if either of us really wanted that right now." Ichigo gave him a withering glare because he definately heard that slug he threw there. He knew Ichigo wanted to get married one day, have sex, for the first time, kids-the whole shebang. Oh yeah, he was a virgin, still dodging all and any suitors knowing they only wanted him for either his looks, family wealth or of course his ass. Shinji had told him just how juicy it looked in a pair of tight leathers the other day, after Ichigo had K.O'ed, another, bold one.

'You just want someone who won't throw you out after the consequences make themselves know, Ichigo' Ichigo ignored his conscience because that was half the reason.

Ichigo was a hopeless romantic and he didn't want just anyone, he wanted someone sweet and kind that he knew would treat him with respect. One that didn't trail behind him like a dog just so they could watch his ass as it swayed and whatnot. Men like that were trash, as his friend Ulquoirra would say, making Ichigo snicker as he thought about it.

"Are you thinking about that weirdo from the club the other night?" Shinji asked as he got up from the sofa, taking his coffee cup with him. Ichigo propped his head up on the back of the sofa, where an intricate, cherry, wood design was situated.

"Maybe, maybe not." Ichigo answered swiftly, picking up his iced coffee from the little round table next to his side of the sofa, and taking a sip.

"Well you did have a daydreaming look on your face for a bit there. Maybe thinking about that so-called dream man that sooo doesn't exist?" Shinji drawled, smiling over the bar at the scowl that was now marring Ichigo's face as he fixed himself a plate of pasta. Yep Coffee and Pasta, what could he say? It was good. Just one of those things. Like Oreo's and peanut butter.

"He exists, and he's out there. There is a such thing as soulmates, Shin. You should know, you had one." Ichigo knew he shouldn't have said the words but they were already out and he couldn't take them back. Shinji turned to him, his honey colored eyes lit with a fire, even if dimmed by the sadness that also resided within.

"Yeah. I did. Then the asshole just disappeared off the face of the fucking planet and I haven't heard from him since. So the soulmate shit, does. Not. Exist. If it did, Nnoi would still be here with me. With us." Shinji murmured the last part softly but Ichigo still heard him, his eyes softening in a saddening manner as he got up and went over to his best friend, hugging him tightly. Shinji, of course, hugged him back, his arms warm around the other.

Nnoitra had been one of a kind. He was perfect for Shinji and he had fit right in with them. Shinji and Ichigo weren't just best friends, they were brothers, growing up in the same adoption home, The Kuchiki Family. Ever since they were younger they were inseparable, calling themselves the misfits, much to Byakuya's chagrin, since he couldn't get he boys to stop. He had shown love, along with his sister, Rukia, and her best friend, Renji, who was more like a brother. They poured it over the two like a never ending waterfall, and the boys reciprocated it, but they would always feel like the misfits in such a prestigious family.

Around the time the boys had turned fifteen, Byakuya had brought in another boy, not adopting him since he was a few months away from being eighteen, who was two years older. Tall, lanky, black hair and one eyed. Perfect in Shinji's and Ichigo's eyes, another to add to the group. He'd been well mannered enough, even with his slick tongue and curse words, he'd use from time to time. He was funny and athletic, good enough in his grades, well with Shinji's help, and had the attitude of a firecracker. Much like Ichigo, and Shinji when he got pissed off enough. They had become the inseparable three musketeers. And then it happened, Shinji had started to fall for Nnoitra but Nnoitra wouldn't go out with him until he'd turned eighteen and when he did, they'd been the inseparable ones. They went out all the time, stayed up late on the phone, even when Nnoitra barely had any time while he was in University, he made time for Shinji. Their relationship was what Ichigo aspired for.

Then, one day, Nnoitra had disappeared a week before Shinji's twentieth, no note, no I love you or anything like that, just disappeared. The bad thing was, he'd told Byakuya, and Byakuya's lover, Kenpachi, but not his own lover. It had pissed Shinji off when Byakuya wouldn't tell him what happened or where Nnoitra went, only that he did love him very much and he'd find him again, find them both. When he was better. Ichigo nor Shinji understood what the hell that had meant but Ichigo had to calm Shinji down, so with the help of Kenpachi Ichigo did so. In the end Shinji had broken down into heart wrenching sobs that Ichigo had joined in on when he couldn't hold it in anymore. Now here they where, five years later, pining for their lost friend. Shinji could say he wasn't but deep down Ichigo knew he was.

"At least he said he'd see us again. We have to think positive, Shin." Ichigo whispered, wiping his tears away.

"Yeah, that was five years and too many tears ago Ichi, and he still hasn't shone his ugly mug." Shinji snorted as he stuffed the red sauced, penne pasta into his mouth, tear tracks drying again his light skin.

"But! He will! I know it. So no more tears. He'll be back." Ichigo smiled, Shinji giving him a genuine one back. Ichigo pulled a bowl down from their glass cabinets and scooped some of the pasta in the bowl, throwing some broccoli on top. Shinji scrunched his face up at that, his red, sauce covered lips, pursed.

"What? It's just one of those things. If you can have your coffee and pasta I can have my broccoli and pasta. It's good to eat your greens, too." Ichigo sneered playfully. Shinji's only response was to jab his fork at Ichigo then the orange head's own iced coffee sitting next to the sofa. Ichigo rolled his eyes, waving his hands dismissively.

"At least I'm not drinking mine with the pasta!" He answered. Shinji snorted and they continued to eat in their comfortable silence. Suddenly the doorbell rang and since Ichigo was closer he got up from his own stool and hurried to the door, passing through the kitchen completely, through the dining room and around a lone wall until he got to the wooden door. He peeped through the whole and jumped excitedly as he quickly unlatched the chain lock and unlocked the dead bolt.

The other people on the side gave him smiles, well one was more a feral grin, while the other was small and a little reserved.

"Bya-dad! Kenny!" Byakuya groaned, his head falling into his hand as the ridiculous name came out of his 'youngest sons' mouth.

"Bya! Ken-chan." This time it was Kenpachi's turn to groan, which was more a growl but it was all the same. He ushered Byakuya inside the loft apartment and quick, fast and in a hurry, closed and locked the door behind them, not wanting those names to be known to the air anymore!

"Would you both stop with those ridiculous names?!" Byakuya exclaimed a he removed his scarf from his neck and his peacoat from his shoulders, Kenpachi hanging it up on the coat rack by the stairs, along with his. They made their way back to the kitchen, Ichigo and Shinji taking their seats on their stools while Kenpachi opted to pull Byakuya against him as he leaned against the marble counter.

"But daddy, don't you like our names for you guys?" Ichigo asked innocently, even going so far as to bat his eyelashes. Byakuya's eyes narrowed as he and Shinji bursted into laughter, almost knocking over their pasta bowls in their wake.

"Strawberry-chan. Piano-chan. I don't think you want to try Bya when he has such great news for you both. He even bought you sweets." Kenpachi grunted as he pulled the slowly crumbling box from Byakuya's tight grip and handed it to Shinji who reached out first. Their sweet tooth's were a mile long and Byakuya knew he couldn't stop by uninvited without the proper gift.

Shinji opened the box with Ichigo leaning over his shoulder to peep inside. Both their eyes widened when they saw the delicious looking chocolate's sweets inside. A chocolate muffin, a slice of triple chocolate cake and a red velvet and chocolate splashed cupcake. Their mouth instantly started to salivate and that's when Kenpachi knew he had to step in, quickly snatching the box from them before they could tear into it. They simultaneously started to protest but Byakuya held up his hand, quieting them.

"Nnoitra is back." He said, not one to beat around the bush. Ichigo and Shinji were on their feet in seconds, their eyes displaying a range of emotions from shock, to disbelief, to anger and lastly sadness. Their eyes started to water and Ichigo had to catch Shinji as he sunk to the ground, his tears coming faster.

Byakuya was released from Kenpachi's gentle hold and he went over to the two on the ground, pushing Shinji's hair back from his face. Shinji looked up at him, trying his damnedest to wipe away the tears.

"What did he say? What did he do?! Is he coming here?-" Shinji's watery sputtering was cut off as Byakuya made a calming motion, setting his hand against Shinji's cheek, and wiping at his tear streaks.

"He's been asking all about you, the both of you, but main you Shin. He wants to see you but only if you, both of you, want to see him, he wants to explain everything." Byakuya said, pulling his hand away as he stood, gently pulling Shinji up by his hand, Ichigo following.

"Of course I want to see him! I haven't seen the bastard in five fucking years! It's not like I've moved on, I'm living with my fucking brother for Pete's mother fucking sake." Shinji exclaimed, his hands pushing through his hair. Shinji's mindset had shifted from sadness to anger, you could see it in his movements.

"What Shinji means is, we really want to see Nnoi, even if he has been gone for fifty fucking years, that ass, I'll kill 'im." Ichigo's big brown eyes were lit with his own fire now, his stance defense, his walls going up. Byakuya and Kenpachi both sighed audibly, lines creasing their faces as they watched the younger males.

"Bya, bring 'im up. We can't keep them separated forever, he'll eventually make his way to them. Mad or not." Kenpachi grunted, crossing his arms against his big chest.

"He's here? Now? I bet you're just lying." Disbelief had made itself known in the air between the two. Byakuya didn't say anything, he just pulled his phone from his pocket and slid the unlock screen before pulling his keypad and pressing a number. The rang once before the person on the other side picked up, a baritone crackling loudly.

"Come up here. But beware." Byakuya hung up after he spoke his piece and made his way over to the door and waited for the knock. A few minutes later there was a knock and Byakuya, with steady hands, unlocked the locks and pulled it open to reveal Nnoitra. He stared into his one violet eye, commuting everything through his one look as Kenpachi came up behind him, grabbing their coats and scarves.

"Be honest. They will both understand." Byakuya whispered, his hands gripping one of Nnoitra's tightly, conveying his will. Nnoitra ducked his head and nodded. Kenpachi patted his shoulder as he and Byakuya made their way out of the doors, closing it behind them.

Taking a deep breath Nnoitra steeled his nerves and lumbered through the apartment, towards the sounds and light. He stopped when he came to the open mouth, of the other end of the kitchen, his eyes conveying all of his feelings. There his Shinji was. Still short as a fairy, and as beautiful as a woman. Long blonde, hair, lightly tanned skin, the slim figure, and his eyes, so much like honey, he wondered if they were the same. Then there was Ichigo, the one he'd felt was his younger brother he'd never had until he moved into the Kuchiki house. He was still the same, not an inch taller, his hair still as neon bright as it's always been, although a bit longer, skin four shades lighter than tawny. They were the same. He wasn't. He hoped they'd understand.

"S-Shin." Ichigo stuttered out when he finally realized Nnoitra was in their kitchen. Shinji whirled around, his eyes also landing on the slightly cowering Nnoitra. Shinji stayed next to Ichigo, his arms moving against his chest. Closed off. Defensive.

"Hey." Nnoitra gave a two finger wave before he pushed that same hand through his long, raven locks. Shinji ran up to him and punched him in the gut before smacking him across the face. Nnoitra stumbled back from the force of the hits, only raising a hand to his reddening cheek, knowing he deserved them both. Then he was being smothered by the blonde, all his senses zoning in on Shinji. His smell, the way he felt, how good Shinji felt against his body when he wrapped him in his arms. Ichigo let out a quiet sob and backed out of the kitchen, and through the living room and around the other way, hurrying up the stairs.

He knew they needed to reconnect, to have that moment. So he wouldn't be in the way. He rushed into his room and changed out of his pj's and into something fitting for the cool, fall weather outside. A black, long sleeved, round-neck, tight fitting shirt. A pair of tight black jeans and some mint colored converse. He grabbed up his satchel, a light jacket and keys and quickly but quietly hurried back down the stairs, just in case they had already started talking. He was right. Their moment had begun. He smiled, his eyes watering in happiness before he quietly opened the door and stepped out, locking it behind him.

'Shit. Did I get my phone?' Ichigo flipped open the flap of his little black satchel and peeped inside. 'Money, gum, pen, ah, cellphone. Check.' He wiped at his eyes again and slipped his arms through the the jacket. When he saw the sleeves his choked out a laugh as he went over to the elevator and pressed the down button.

'I would pick up the pikachu jacket in my haste.'

He hopped on the elevator when it dinged and rode it down to the lobby, hopping off when it opened up for him.

"Bye Bye Ichi!" Ichigo tried his hardest to smile and wave at the strawberry blonde at the counter, her powder blues eyes twinkling delightfully. She frowned when she noticed the orange head's state of distress and made to hurry to him but he ran out of the doors to their building. Almost whacking one of the doormen.

"Sorry Ilforte!" Ichigo exclaimed as he burst through the doors and continued down through the trees, the leaves falling over head. When he stops at the valet podium he smiles lightly as he hands over his keys to his favorite. The short, dark haired male smiles widely back as he bounces away. A few minutes later he was back with Ichigo's cute little Mercedes truck, handing him the key's as he got out.

"Thanks, Hanatarou, here." Ichigo fumbled in his satchel for a tip and handed it to the valet boy. Hanatarou thanked Ichigo ten times over for his 'very gracious' tip, hugging him tightly before he waved as Ichigo drove off. Ichigo knew the boy was saving since he had just started university, he didn't mind giving him big tips. He drove down a few blocks, taking note of a bakery after the next light.

'I never noticed that before. Then again I never go this way.' Knowing sweets would make him feel better he rides down to the next light and turns into the lot. It was big, fit enough for the big bakery that sat within it. It was cute too. Midnight blue on the outside, with some type of sparkly specks that glittered in the day light. Dark, wooden double doors that led inside, wrought iron, making the handles and the hooks for the gas lights on each side of the door, and in between the windows. It even had those cute little awnings, hanging over the full length, curving windows at the front and sides of the bakery.

Ichigo parked and slipped out of his Mercedes, locking the doors as he started over to the bakery. He gripped the iron handle and pulled the door opened, all kinds of delicious smells hitting him at once.

'It smells so good in here!' Ichigo quickly walked through he already open, glass set of doors and made his way over to the first group of treats he saw. It was labeled, 'Strawberry Series', and the irony made Ichigo snort in laughter.

"Would you like to try something for this selection, Sir?" Ichigo looked up at the smooth, deep voice, thick, but understandable, with an accent. Ichigo opened his mouth ready to ask questions but when his eyes moved upwards and upwards and upwards his mouth snapped closed like a fish, his eyes widening to new levels.

This man was gorgeous. Long, rich hair that was as brown as his cinnamon tinted skin tone, pulled low against his neck. His eyes were fierce, even with the little scar that started from his right brow to right beneath his right eye, the brown pupils flickered under the gaslights, reflecting gold back to Ichigo. Full lips, soft and kissable looking, with a straight nose and little stubble. Broad shoulders that made themselves known under the tight shirt the man was wearing and corded arms, veins running through them. Suddenly Ichigo's vision caught white and realized the man was smiling at him, his lips moving against those perfectly white teeth.

"Would you like to try something?" Ichigo opened his mouth to respond but nothing would come as his eyes did another once over, his teeth catching his bottom lip.

'Woosah, Ichigo! Pull it together!'

Ichigo closed his eyes, took a deep breath and looked back at up the giant, Latin man. He was still smiling down at him, his eyes narrowed in amusement.

"I-I'd like to try this series, please." Ichigo finally got out, dragging his eyes back down to the glass so he didn't have to look at the handsome man anymore, for fear of embarrassing himself further.

"These are made with liquor, is that alright?" The deep voice rumbled above Ichigo, sending chills throughout him. He nodded, his vocal cords shutting down on him.

'I need something like that anyway'

"Would you like to have a flute of the chocolate liquor that we paired with this series?" He asked and Ichigo gave him a quizzical look because he'd never know there was such a thing as chocolate liqueur.

"Y-yes, that'd be fine. Do you need to see my I.D.?" Ichigo started to open his satchel but the rumbling but soft chuckle from the other made him stop and look back up.

"No, I can tell you're at least over twenty-one but if it makes you feel better I will check your I.D." The man said and Ichigo blushed as he fished out his I.D. anyway and handed it over.

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Chad had just gotten done helping another customer when Ichigo had walked in, his body moving gracefully over to the 'Strawberry' Series' selection. His face lit up when he laughed and Chad couldn't help but be drawn to the orange haired customer.

"Would you like something, Sir?" Chad asked and his breath caught when Ichigo's big, brown, doe eyes met his, emotions still alight in the syrupy orbs. He found it adorable though, how Ichigo's mouth had snapped shut when he finally took in all of Chad and incredibly sexy when his eyes went from innocent curiosity to a simmering lust as he took in the entirety of Chad. The Latin man wasn't one to brag about his looks but people were always drawn to him because of it, his father being of Latin descent and his mother being Japanese.

Chad couldn't help but smile when it seemed Ichigo wasn't going to say anything more so he asked again.

'Would you like to try something?" Chad couldn't but but think the way the smaller male's demeanor changed from lusting to shy kitten in two point five seconds. Then the orange head bit his lip and he could feel the tingling in his loins, all his blood rolling south like a storm cloud.

'Not in the store, Damn.'

Chad kept his smiling face up so as not to alarm Ichigo to his-problems, but damn was it hard. When Ichigo closed his eyes Chad took that moment to fix his pants, hoping there wasn't a tent there. When Ichigo opened his eyes again he was still smiling and Ichigo and the orange head's eyes immediately snapped down to the pastries, a faint blush making itself known to Chad as Ichigo stuttered out what he wanted.

"These are made with liqueur, is that alright?" Ichigo didn't look up again, he just nodded his head, but he caught the way Ichigo's body seemed to react to his and his smile turned into a full blown grin.

"Would you like to have a flute of the chocolate liqueur that we paired with this series?" Chad wanted to laugh when Ichigo finally looked to him again, with a weird look on his face as if he didn't quite know what that was.

"Y-yes that'd be fine. Do you need to see my I.D.?" When the beautiful orange haired male went for his satchel Chad couldn't help but let out a chuckle. Even though he really wanted to see the kid's I.D, even to just catch his name.

"No, I can tell you're at least over twenty-one but if it makes you feel better I will check your I.D." Chad said, his eyes filled with amusement. When Ichigo fished out his I.D and handed it over Chad's eyebrows went into his hairline.

'Ichigo Kuchiki. Strawberry.. Oh the irony is sweet.'

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When Chad got done with Ichigo's I.D he handed it back over to him and Ichigo slipped it back into his satchel.

"Just have a seat and I'll bring you some samples." Chad said. Ichigo nodded and saddled over to a cropped booth in the corner, a two seater. He pulled out his phone and dialed Shinji's number, just to make sure he was okay. It ringed and ringed and ringed until Ichigo thought he wouldn't pick up then he heard a 'hello'.

"Hey, Shin. Everything okay?" There was laughter over the phone and then Shinji's voice came back.

"Haha! You caught my voicemail bitches! Leave your name, or maybe not. Catch you later!" With a huff Ichigo hung up. He had forgotten about Shinji's stupid voicemail.

"Stupid ass..." Ichigo was grumbling to himself when Chad walked up with his samples on a small, round, silver platter the flute in his other hand.

"Ichigo are you alright?" Ichigo's head snapped up so fast that he winced, rubbing where it hurt the most.

"Ouch, yeah I'm okay. My stupid brother won't answer his phone though. But um, how do you know my name?" Ichigo's eyes were slightly narrowed, forgetting that his neck hurt at all. Chad laughed at the look. Ichigo's lips pursed as he waited for the answer. Chad sat the platter and flute down in front of Ichigo and took the other seat.

"It was on your I.D. Did you forget?" Chad asked. Ichigo let out a gasp and face palmed, adding more fire to the flame.

"I really did. That sounded like I was accusing you of being some creep, too! I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it. But I would like to know what you think of my pastries."

"Y-your? You baked these?" Ichigo asked, incredulous-ness apparent on his face.

"I did. Head baker and owner of this bakery. Sado Yasodora. But my friends call me Chad or Chado." He told Ichigo, a small intimate smile playing on his lips.

"How old are you?" Ichigo asked as he picked up a small, square pastry that resembled a toaster strudel.

"Twenty-six." Ichigo gave him a look, shrugged and popped the pastry into his mouth, chewing slowly. Savoring the flavor. He let out a moan when all the tasty flavors hit him at once, the vodka he used, giving it a slight burn.

"I like that one. So, daddy's money?" Ichigo asked as he continued to inhale all the delicious treats from the platter.

"No, my father has his own company and I don't take any money from it. I built this out of the money my mother left me when she died." Chad said, Ichigo's eyes snapped to him then down.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry." Ichigo whispered quietly.

"Oh it's okay. I don't mind. You can pry, I'd like it if you pried a little more. So long as you let me get to know you more." He whispered back, as if they were having a secret conversation. Ichigo giggled, then slapped his hand over his mouth his face heating up. Chad chuckled, setting his head on top of his hands as he smiled at Ichigo's cuteness.

"Are you, um, asking me out or something?" Ichigo was glad his voice didn't stutter out this time.

"Would you mind if I did?" Chad answered with his own question.

Ichigo thought about it for a second. This guy didn't act like the others that always approached him, he seemed nice and was handsome, plus he baked. What more could he want? When he thought about it, really thought about it, he didn't mind if Chad asked him out.

Ichigo shook his head, giving Chad a shy smile. "No, I wouldn't mind, Chad."

Chad grinned something heavenly and pulled a pad from the apron around his waist that Ichigo didn't notice was there before. He wrote something across the first sheet and ripped it off, handing it to Ichigo as he got up.

"I have to go, but call me, anytime." Chad whispered the last part and kissed the top of Ichigo's head before he jogged back over to the counter to help an elderly couple that always came to the bakery to talk with him and buy his delicious sweets.

Ichigo looked away from when he flashed him another grin, then down to the paper in his hands. He got his number and he just met the guy, then he kissed the top of his head. This guy was definately soulmate material. Ichigo's grin was silly and stupid but he couldn't help it. He picked up the flute of chocolate liquor and sipped from it as he put Chad's number in his phone, saving it under Chad, when he really wanted to just save it under soulmate, but that's jumping the gun and Ichigo didn't jump the gun.

When he was finished he picked up the platter and flute and went over to the counter, standing off to the side in front of something that resembled a bookcase, vines twisting up the sides and the top, fake grapes dangling from them and resting in the baskets on top. Chad was talking to the elderly couple still but he didn't Ichigo, holding up a finger and giving him a smile. Ichigo smiled back, his face heating up. When the elderly couple took their red box of pastries and sauntered off Chad came over to Ichigo and took the things from, with one hand, while the other hid behind his back.

"You could have left it on the table."

"I didn't know, I thought I should bring it back. To be nice." Chad laughed at that, pulling a black box from behind his back and handing it to Ichigo.

"On the house. It's all the pastries you tried before." Chad said. Ichigo blushed and waved Chad down, the giant did as he was asked and was pleasantly surprised when Ichigo kissed his cheek before hurrying away. He put a hand to his cheek a grin stretching across his full lips.

'Hook, line and sinker.' Was Chad's first thought, his second being. 'I hope he calls. I'd like to get to know him.' He went back to work, his mind filled with Ichigo.

A/N: Lol. So first chapter yes? There will be side NnoiShin and they took up alot of the first chapter and yada yada. But this is ChadIchi, don't forget that! Oh the consequences! I bet those who read this will guess it, easy. Until next time my lovelies.

-Meep.