A/N: Thank you Tiana Misoro for the original idea. I appreciate your help in the matter. Thank you Faery's Delight for pushing me to finish this in your own subtle way. Couldn't do it without ya! Okay, so I didn't like how the original came out, I'm sorry for all of you that liked it, but I'm changing the story around a bit. Tell me what you think, the original Story will be taken down tomorrow.

Summary: Ichigo is some big shot businessman. His ex-best friend is a teacher at the high school that his sisters attend. Their paths cross after 5 years apart, and problems arrive with the reason their relationship ended.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach in any way. I'll leave it to Tite Kubo to come up with things for the Bleach series.

Chapter 1: You've Returned?

"A'ight, I want all of ya ta read Act 3 Scene 1 of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet before we get back on Monday. I want Mercutio, Romeo, Benvolio, Tybalt, Cit. 1, Lady Capulet, Prince Escalus, and Lord Montague to have their parts read and memorized by the time ya git ta my class after the break. Now git outta 'ere, I don' wanna see yer faces fer the next two weeks." Students groaned as the pale English teacher dismissed them all, grabbing their books and shoving them into their handbags before heading to their final class of the day. Two students stayed behind, both of them girls. Twins, to be exact.

"Ne, Karin-chan, isn't that Shiro-san?" the blond twin asked, sliding her bag over her shoulder. Her black-haired sister rolled her eyes, tossing her bag over her own shoulders before casually walking out of the classroom.

"It doesn't matter, Yuzu. It doesn't seem like he even remembers us. He's been our teacher for the past semester, and he doesn't react to seeing us." Yuzu nodded her head, passing by the desk as she continued to talk with her sister.

"I guess you're right," she mumbled, heading for the door. "Still, I don't know why he and Ichi-nii stop talking! One day they're fine, and the next; Nothing!" Shiro watched as the girls left, his eyes wide. 'I knew they were his sisters, but does that mean he's back in town? Damnit, why do I feel so hopeful? He's a fuckin' fag! I... I shouldn't miss him like this...' He shook his head, replacing his shocked expression with one of bored indifference as the bell rang and his next class came pouring into the room.

-KI-

Ichigo stared down at the papers in front of him, pictures spread out on the post-it board beside him as he signed and stamped approval to the documents that would go into his next magazine. Surprisingly, 'Cutter Moon' Magazine was very popular and requesting some very serious modeling, designs, interviews, etc. and whatnot. In all honesty, starting a magazine company wasn't on his list of to-dos after finishing the business sect of college. Having joined up with 'Quincy' fashion-department, run by an old 'frienemy' from high school, Ishida Uryu, and 'Sleeved White Snow' modeling academy, owned by his college friend, Kuchiki Rukia, 'Cutter Moon' Magazine made it big by the popularity of Rukia's brother, Byakuya, who was one of the most successful men in all of Tokyo, Japan. The raven-haired man owned and operated 'Senbonzakura Law and Rights'.

"Tadaima! Ichi-nii, we're home!" he heard Yuzu call from downstairs. He smiled, getting up from the chair he'd been sitting in for the past– he glanced at the clock. 4:07 pm it read in bold red numbers –five and a half hours. He gave each sister a hug and stated a quiet 'Okaeri, welcome back' in each of their ears, making Yuzu giggle and Karin roll her eyes. "Ne, Ichi-nii, guess what!" Ichigo looked back at his sister with a raised eyebrow, having moved to the kitchen to make a quick after-school snack for them all.

"What's up, Yuz?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. He'd only been in town for a few days, showing up for his sisters' birthdays before he was scheduled to leave. "Something happen at school today?"

"Well, we kinda forgot to tell you that Shi–" Karin covered her sister's mouth, shaking her head.

"Shibata was being bullied again. Yuzu finally told those guys to go take a hike." she cut in, ignoring her sister's curious glance.

"But Karin-chan–"

"See ya Ichi-nii." With that, she dragged her sister away from the kitchen, scolding her low enough so that Ichigo couldn't hear them, but still send them a confused look. He shook his head, wondering what that was all about. His heart clenched when he thought about what his sister started to say. 'Shi. That was his nickname for him before that 'Incident'.' He sighed as he grabbed one of the sandwiches he made before heading back to his room upstairs.

He sat back down in his chair, scanning over his papers once more as he munched on the snack he made. He made a distressed noise as he pushed his chair away from his desk to get up and head to his bed. Ichigo sighed again as he flopped down on his green sheeted bed to stare at the ceiling. He still missed his bastard of a friend dearly, but knew that if he showed his face to the pale man ever again, he might get beaten to near death.

But then again, maybe if he died Shiro would forgive him enough to mourn. Highly unlikely, but he still wished that would be the case.

-SH-

Shiro groaned as he threw his jacket on the back of his couch, startling his cat, Zangetsu, in the process. The black cat hissed at him, his blue eyes alive with a fire rarely seen in feline eyes. "Quiet, 'Getsu. I've got work ta do." he grumbled, retrieving the papers he needed from his suitcase as he spread them out in front of him on the coffee table. Zangetsu hopped into his lap, kneading his claws into his owner's gray slacks. Once he made himself comfortable, the feline laid his head down on his paws to watch the albino work. Not that he enjoyed watching his master groan at how stupid some of his students were.

After grading papers for a couple hours, Shiro looked up at the time, deciding that 8 o'clock at night was as good as any time to get something to eat. 'Question was,' he thought, 'homemade or take out?' Weighing his options, he stood up to check what was in the kitchen before he called that really good, and really cheap, Chinese food place. Seeing as he had absolutely no food in his house whatsoever, Shiro picked up his cell phone and dialed a number he knew by heart. Chinese food every night didn't seem like a very healthy lifestyle, but having no parents to cook for him since he was 14 got him hooked on lo mein and rice for dinner.

Satisfied for now, he returned to grading horrendous papers his students didn't seem smart enough to do right. Few ever passed his class with anything higher than a C+. With that thought in mind, maybe he should go through his curriculum and see if anything really was too hard for his students to do. He paused what he was doing for no longer than a second before shaking his head with a smirk. Naw, it was too much fun watching the kids moan and groan at the thought of more homework.

When his doorbell rang, Shiro was pretty much done with grading, only having his last two classes to grade before turning in for the night. He stood up, stretched, and headed over to his door, grabbing his wallet to pay the delivery boy. Opening the thin wood, he grabbed the two bags in the smaller boy's hands and handed him one thousand, five hundred yen* before slamming the door in his face, sitting down at his kitchen counter to eat.

Finishing the last of the papers wasn't hard at all. He was just lucky he only had a few incompetent students in his last two classes, a fact he is very proud of. Out of all his classes, his last two are better than his other four put together. He sighed at the thought of sleep, shedding his clothes as he kept his door open for Zangetsu to hop into bed with him during the night. He crawled into his black and red sheeted bed and slid under the covers, enjoying the cool feeling they gave him. He smiled slightly and closed his eyes, plummeting into his dreams.

-KI-

Ichigo stared up at the figure above him, his breath heaving and coming in small pants and gasps for air. White hair tickled his skin, soft to the touch despite looking so rough. Large calloused hands ran along his chest and arms, making his muscles twitch under the sensation. Golden hued eyes stared at him from between pale locks as a pink tongue swiped across equally pale lips.

"It's been a while, ne Ichi?" a high baritone purred in his ears as Shiro pulled away from him for a moment, returning with what seemed to be a duffel bag. What it held, the orange-head had no clue. "'Ave ya been good while ya were 'way?" Shiro rumbled in his ear, making him shiver in anticipation.

"Yesss!" he hissed, a groan bubbling up his throat when pale lips attached themselves to the tanned skin of his revealed neck. "Yes, please Shiro, please!" he whined, rolling his hips when Shiro's hand ran along his length. He groaned again, this time in disappointment, when the hand left him, trailing up his chest to the back of his neck.

"Ya sure ya want it, King?" If asked, he would deny having his eyes roll back in pleasure at the old nickname, his pale companion's voice short-circuiting his thought process. His reply only consisted of a jerk of his hips and a low growl, bringing a smirk to his lips. "Words, King. I need ya ta speak words."

Ichigo growled low and long, rumbling in the back of his throat when he began to give in to his instincts of just attacking and dominating the stronger one of the two. Flipping their positions with practiced ease, he grabbed hold of his partner's zipper with his teeth, tugging on the metal until it gave way, black silk boxers still covering the pale skin he wished to touch. "Mah, mah Ichi-king. Slow down," the pale man purred in his ear before flipping them over again, "an' let me take the reigns ta'night." Again, a hand rubbed at his covered cock, going slightly farther as to pull his pants off his slim hips. He bucked into the hand trailing down his shaft again, teasing him into throwing his head back and moaning loudly, mouth wide enough for a gag to be placed and secured behind his head, too focused on the surging pleasure to notice his hands being cuffed to his bed posts, almost missing when his boxers slid off his skin, crying out when a warm, wet mouth engulfed his heated flesh, nearly passing out from the pleasure shooting up his spine. He would have blew his load right there–

–If not for him waking up to his father's cries of love towards his sisters and pounding feet, his father obviously running up the stairs to surprise his only son. Groaning at the thought of facing his father with a hard-on was not something he wanted to do, thankful that he wasn't too far gone for thinking of his goat-faced father to get the blood pooling in his groin circulating through his body once more. He yawned and stretched his arms up, ducking out of the way once his father actually jumped at him. 'God that was close,' he thought to himself, grateful he'd learned that thinking of his father was a mood killer. Very helpful when his second head decided it liked something very much.

"Must you always do this old man? I come home from Osaka and you still go and try to attack me! It's not gonna happen Goat-face! Stop trying!" he shouted, kicking his father in the face when he tried to pounce his 'unsuspecting' son once more. Grabbing a towel and a change of clothes, he made his way to the bathroom to take a nice hot shower.

'This day is just going to get worse and worse, I can feel it.'

*1,500 yen is about $18.

Ending AN: WAH! IT'S SO SHORT! Yeah, I know. Shorter than anything else I've written, but then again this is the first time I've tried to make a deadline. I think I'm going to change the update times to every other week, and see if that goes well. I promise next chapter will be longer than this one, and as Faery's Delight has told me, you could kinda see this as a prologue. It's not, but still. I'm not so secure about this, it's been a while since I've written anything sexual, so I'm a bit rusty. I'll try my best with this, and let me know what you think of it. Sorry for any errors. Point 'em out as ya see 'em.

Chapters are going to be like this:
1. Chapter 1
2. Chapter 2
3. Chapter 3
ect.

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