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Chapter Title: Bleach

Rating: K Probably but T to be safe. It will go up eventually. To M. If you get me ;)

Characters/Pairings: Lawl none. YET!

Genre: This particular fic will be yaoi, angst, romance but probably not very fluffy at all.

Summary: AU Fanfic following the life of Kurosaki Ichigo, the new kid on Block C, dealing with problems found in every prison for severely dangerous inmates. Gangs, violence, drugs? But of course!

Chapter One: Bleach

Stepping off the bus and being forced to walk in single file towards the administrations office, he tried to switch off his brain. If you pretend something isn't happening, then it'll go away. He was mainly just trying to not keep replaying the lecture he got on the way there over and over in his brain.

"This is a top range facility, it imprisons inmates for 23 hours a day, allowing yard sessions of two and a half hours per session, twice a week. There are few like it in the world and many of you should count yourselves lucky that you got to go here instead of facing the death penalty."

They all knew what was coming next and he didn't much like stripping in front of a bunch of other men. Not that he didn't like gays or anything but he just wasn't one of them. He kinda wished he was, it would make his life a lot easier. Stuck in this hole for fifty to life. He didn't even kill the bastard but the police were all over his girlfriend so he just admitted to it. Now he wished he'd just let her get arrested. Stepping into the office with the rest of his bus-mates, he was forced to remove all his clothing so they could bag it (and check he wasn't smuggling anything in, you get more drugs in prison than you do outside) before chucking a bright orange jumpsuit at him and sticking him in a holding cell. While wondering what the fuck he was supposed to do with the rest of his life, an irritatingly cheery face appeared before him, key in hand.

"Ah, Kurosaki-kun, I presume?"

"Yeah...how'd you know?" He made a sad face.

"Your hair clashes with the uniform."

"It's the least of my worries."

"Well, you're coming with me! You're the first new prisoner I've gotten in a while, they don't send us a lot of highly dangerous prisoners any more, Bleach really needs some new blood. Excuse the pun!" Pushing the inappropriate nature of the pun to the back of his brain, he asked,

"What's Bleach?"

"Otherwise known as Block C!"

"Then why's it called Bleach?"

"You'll see!" He let himself be led through the maze of hallways and corridors to be released into a massive, pure white block. There were cells set in tiers, and at each level there was a narrow corresponding level opposite, where a guard walked back and forth, gun in hand. "This is Bleach! This is where the most dangerous prisoners come. The tiers dictate how dangerous you are, and you, my friend, are on tier 4, the lowest tier and the one where the most dangerous of the dangerous go. It's just to ensure early cooperation." Leading him down the tier, he walked past the cells of several men, some eyeing him with suspicion, others with intrigue and the rest with indifference. "This is your cell! It's relatively big but that's because you'll be here for a long time so get used to it!" He already wanted to wipe the shit-eating grin off his face. Entering the cell, he was locked inside and left to his own devices.

"Fifty years of this. Fucking great."

Next Chapter: Breakfast tiemz.

I'm uploading this even though I have 7 requests to write. I will write the next chapter of this, I just don't know when... sorry guys xD Just thought I'd upload it since I'd already written it. Ages ago... lawl.

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