Hey, this is Abandon.

I have been thinking of doing a Ichigo/Ishida fan fic, but i've never done a bleach fic.

I hope this turns out well!

Please review. Or flame, eighter is fine.

IMPORTANT!!!

In this fan fic, Ishida never left his dad, Ichigo has some serious circumstances, and this all takes place in the U.S.A. (It makes it easier to describe the political system since that where I live.)

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As his car passed nameless streets and darkened allies, Ishida's mind was blank, his thoughts on nothing in particular.

He slowed his pace, finally looking at his surroundings.

Since he had been driving aimlessly for over an hour, he had no idea where he was, but it seemed to be somewhere in the ghetto.

Just as he was going to speed up again, he caught a flash of bright orange out of the coner of his eye.

Backing up some, he parked his car and watched as a lone man beat four others to a pulp.

Ishida got out of his car and moved TOWARDS the violence, drawn to it. It's strange beauty and grace intoxicating.

The man finished off the thugs, holding one up by the collar while he begged for mercy.

The man sneered and let him go, watching while the thug ran off, calls of 'Remember this!' falling from his lips.

The man just shook his head and sighed.

Ishida took another step forward, drawling the mans attention to him.

The orange-haired man looked at Ishida, his gaze deadly.

Ishida wasn't afraid, he had several martial arts belts to use.

He couldn't take his eyes off of the man in front of him, like a mouse watching a cat before it gets eaten; you want to run, but your trapt, memmerized but the sight in front of you.

Ishida thought the man would attack, but he just spit on the ground before turning, loping off to the other end of the ally, muttering something that sounded like, 'Urahara's ganna kil me if i'm any later. Fucking hat~n~clogs.'

Ishida didn't move untill the man was around the corner.

Just as Ishida was about to question the thugs left behind by thier 'friend', Ishida heard two cars come up behind him.

Looking back he motioned the men inside forward.

The men inside got out and went to Ishida without question, already used to their masters wierd habbits.

Ishida stood up from where he was crouching.

'Take these men to a private holding cell, I have questions for them.',Ishida said, hos tone light but his face wicked.

The two men nodded, immediately doing as ordered.

Ishida smiled, he would find out who that man was. He would find out, then he would have a new pet.

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Ishida walked into the small club, his mind racing. He had never put this much effot into gettig one pet before.

The thugs he had picked up didn't know anythign about him, they had just attacked him when they saw his orange hair.

Ishida had sent everyone he could out to look for the man, wanting him like he had never wanted anyone else.

He WOULD posess him, and soon.

Ishida took a table at the back of the room, hidden mostly in shadows.

He looked around at the staff and seemed to stay a set distance from everyone else, as though somethig kept them apart.

Ishida's attention was drawn to the stage at the front of the room, tappibng at the mic indication that it was time to start.

The opening cords to Nickelacks 'Animals' began to play and everyone in the crowd began to cheer.

The lights flashed on and Ishida felt his jaw drop to the table as the man he was looking for starts singing to the crowd, his hands flying across his guitar.

Ishida couldn't believe it, he wa sure that the man was goiging to be a bouncer or something of the sort, nt in his wildest thoughts would he have pinned him as a singer.

So caught up in watching the man play, Ishida didn't even notice the man in a green komono and green and white stripped hat approach untill he placed his hand on his sholder.

Ishida shot up and moved into a defensive stance before he could stop himself.

The strange man just stood there and smiled, his eyes shaded by the hat, wafts of blonde hair falling around his face.

'So,' he drawled, voice bored,'I can see that you've taken a fancy to our little Ichigo.'

Ishidas eyes narrowed, so the information had been right about the mans name.

'He belongs to you?' Ishida inquired, voice and marrer pleasant.

The man smiled wider before pulling out a fan to hold in front of his face.

'Ichigo belongs to himself, but yes, he belongs to me as well. Since I currently have custidty of him, he is my charge.'

Ishida was confused, 'Custidty? After eight-teen you don't have legal rights to him.'

The mans eyes twinckeled. 'Ichigo is only six-teen, even if he looks older. I would appriciate if you didn't cause trouble here, .'

Ishida almost growled at the cocky man, 'What do you mean not start trouble.' Then it struck him, 'How do you know who I am?'

The mans grin was evident even through the fan. 'The same way you founf out that Ichigo was here; I asked the right person. Now, I know what you want, but Ichigo will never be you pet. He would kill himself first. And since i don't want to have to find a new lead singer, I'm goign to have to keep him away from you.'

Ishida was about to say soemthing when he heard a new song start; 'Savin' me'.

When Ichigo sang,

'Heavens gates wont open up for me
With these broken wings Im falling
And all I see is you

These city walls aint got no love for me
Im on the ledge of the eighteenth story
And oh I scream for you
Come please Im calling
And all I need from you
Hurry Im falling
I'm falling',

Ishida knew he had to have this boy. This boy with suck fire in his eyes.

Some how Ishida knew that this boy could save him from the hell he lived in.

Ishida smirked at the man before heading out the door.

No matter what it took, Ishida would obtain this boy.

Ishida glanced at the stage through one of the windows he passed, eyeing what would soon be his.

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Sooooo. If you think I should continue, please review.

If you think I should hang myself with a electrical chord, say so too.

Peace,

- 'Bandon.