Panting heavily, the orange haired teen ran down the streets, leading to his house where hopefully he would be safe. The poor teen had followers... followers with intents that he didn't want to even think about. He finally seen his apartment and ran faster when he heard them getting closer. He burst through the door, turning to lock it and panted. He rested against the door and sighed in relief... finally home.

Things had been like this for a while now-try the last four months, two weeks, and five days. Not that he's counting.

"Ichigo? Ichigo are you alright?" Orihime called, rushing into the room with little Shiro following. Ichigo pulled her into his arms, shocking the girl in his arms. "I... Ichigo?" she asked confused but he didn't hear her. He just wanted to hold her, to know that there was someone who still cared for him. But more than her he wanted to hold the three year old at her side. He let Orihime go and knelt in front of Shiro, hugging the young boy tightly, holding him close to his heart.

"Daddy?" the small child asked, telling that there was something wrong with his father.

"I'm all right..." he said wiping away the small tear that had escaped his eye before facing the child who didn't seem to buy his fake smile.

"Ya didn't do a good job dad." he said sadly, reaching up to wipe the water in his away. Ichigo sighed, the boy was too smart for his age. He stood up, taking the boy up with him and headed into their room.

"Don't wait up on us for dinner okay? We're going to the park, I would invite you but we need to have a father-son talk." Ichigo smiled at Orihime and she just nodded sadly before Ichigo walked into his room, got dressed, and walked hand in hand to the park with his Shiro. He was aware of the glares and disgusted looks he received but tried to ignore them.

"Daddy? Can I call you "King"?" Ichigo looked down at his son, confused and shocked at the sudden question.

"Why would you want to call me that?" Shiro shrugs.

"Because the daddy loin is the king until the baby loin overthrows the king so that he can become king so for now, you're my king." Ichigo shuttered at the boy's words, not wanting the mental image of his son killing him that ran through his mind.

"No... you can call me anything other then that." a devilish grin spreads across Shiro's face. Someone ran into Ichigo causing him to fall, calling him a fag, he walks laughing. Ichigo looks down sadly, not moving.

"Yeah you keep walking! If I was as big and strong as my King, I'd kick yer ass!" Ichigo was shocked when he realized that that was his three year old son's voice. "Are you okay King?" He asked, trying to get Ichigo back up to his feet but too small to lift the refusing teen.

"Thank you for your help but don't ever say that word again." he stood up. "And don't call me "King". I'm just dad." Continues to walk, Shiro instantly taking his hand.

"Okay King." Ichigo sighed, knowing the boy would never listen.

"Were you good for Aunt Himie?" Ichigo asked as he helped Shiro into a swing.

"Yeah! I was on my bestest behavior!" he exclaimed, his golden eyes lighting up.

"Will she say the same thing?" Ichigo starts to push him as he kicks his little feet, trying to go higher.

"Yup, I was extra good because I want to go out for ice cream tomorrow!" it was silent for awhile before Shiro finally spoke again. "Why is King sad?" Ichigo froze at the words. "Daddy?" Ichigo sighed and stopped Shiro's swing before sitting on the swing next to him.

"You know how... daddy doesn't like going outside?" Shiro nodded. "Well it's because of people like that prick you scared off." he said in a goofy voice, ticking Shiro, simply to hear his childish laughter. Once heard, Ichigo felt a bit more confident and proceeded. "People don't like me because I got your mom pregnant and she told me over and over that she didn't want you..." his eyes gave in and he hid his face, though he knew Shiro had already seen his tears. "But I wouldn't let her kill you." Ichigo sobbed, holding his face with both hands. Shiro slid off the swing to wrap his small arms around his dad the best he could manage, knowing it would be better to just hold him silently and let him cry rather then try his words, knowing it would somehow only make things worse. He wasn't good at comforting people but he knew that to his father, his presence was enough... just knowing that his little boy was there... was enough to keep him sane.

Shiro felt oddly calm for just hearing that his mother had wanted him dead before he lived. He would probably blow up later, like usual, though he needed to be good so he could get promised ice cream. He felt confused and conflicted, not knowing how to react. The poor boy was but a child yet he felt so much older.

"I had sex with her because I was pressured into it." Shiro growled at the word "sex", remembering their long discussion on the topic when he asked about it. Ichigo picked Shiro up, setting him on his lap, holding him close to his chest, and crying onto his small shoulder. "When I found out that she was pregnant-and that you were mine cause... well... your mom and I have never been together... she wasn't with only me..."

"Dad..." Shiro complained. Talking about sex didn't bother him but his parents?

"Sorry bud... I panicked at first but then felt extremely... happy. I couldn't wait... those nine months nearly killed me. She left after getting out of the hospital... the only time she seen you was when I was in there holding you. I haven't heard from her since."

"Hm... is daddy sleeping with Aunt Himie now?" Ichigo chuckled and slightly laughed at that. Shiro looked up to see the teen shaking his head.

"No, you see... Aunt Himie is really... well put bluntly, the only friend dad has anymore."

"Why?" Shiro asked curiously and Ichigo looked uncomfortable, just like when Shiro had asked about sex.

"Well that's because... I... well I didn't like being with mom because well... daddy doesn't like girls." He said rubbing the back of his head.

"But... if daddy doesn't like girl's then what does daddy like?" Ichigo blushed fiercely. How was he supposed to tell this to his three year old son?

"W-well..."

"Why is King red? Ya embraced?" Ichigo looked down into Shiro's mocking eyes, causing the teen to blush harder.

"D-don't look or talk to me like that, I'm your father." he stood up and headed back home, hoping no one would hit him specially with Shiro in his arms. "Well I... I like men... other guys..." Shiro looked up at him with an understanding expression though Ichigo averted his eyes. Shiro chuckled and snuggled into his father's chest.

"It's okay King... something good will happen soon." Ichigo stopped walking and watched Shiro as he yawned and slowly fell asleep. He held him closer, tears threatening to escape his eyes but he held them back.

"Thank you Shiro... dream a pleasant dream... not the nightmares dad has... I love you, so very much."

Cheesy ending I know... I know... anyway please review. Please? Please? Okay see you all next chapter! XD