Hi guys, it's BZRKR GRL.

First off, I need to thank JustGrace13, who helped my older brother with this story before it became mine. Second, I need to thank my brother, Discordant Night, for allowing me to commandeer some of his story ideas, this one included.

I thought I'd try my hand at a two-shot, so I took my older brother's abandoned story and , with his permission, finished the chapter.

This is the first part of a two shot between Ichigo Kurosaki and Tia Halibel, AU.

R&R, and enjoy!

The door slams as I bolt from my house, my father yelling after me.

"Ichigo! Get back here, young man!"

I ignore him as my feet hit the pavement, my arms pumping as I run through the woods across my house. Adrenaline fuels my body, and I don't even notice when thorns and splinters pierce my skin. I continue running for a few minutes more, until my body slows and I begin to pant, the energy draining from my veins.

I stop and look around. Trees surround me on all sides, and there's a little pond up ahead… somewhere. One particular tree has a large scar gouged into the trunk, about eye-level. I smile and walk past it; my favorite spot is just up ahead, only a couple hundred yards from where I stand.

As I trudge ahead, raging thoughts fill my skull, bouncing from one subject to another. Finally they settle in a familiar pattern.

I hate him. Why does he hate me? Mom didn't hate me. Why did mom die? I wish he would die. Die, die, die.

I clutch my head, shaking the encroaching thoughts of homicide from my mind.

"Headache?"

A voice snaps me from my distress, and I whip around to find it. My head scans from side to side as I search for the owner of the voice.

"Over here, carrot head."

I turn my head to the left, now looking at the small pond, to find the owner of the voice. It's a girl, her head floating above the water with her golden blonde hair splayed out behind her.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Skinny-dipping."

I blush and shake my head. "Sorry I asked."

"I can get out if you want, but you'll have to turn around." There's a playful quality to her voice, but it has a serious ring too.

I nod and oblige, turning my back as she pulls herself out of the water and dons the clothes left folded on the bank. I can hear the water dripping off her body as the girl moves around behind me. My mind's eye sees what's behind me, and I shake my head to clear the lustful thoughts that follow.

"You know," she begins with a rustle of clothing, "I've been thinking. All those scratches had to come from somewhere. Did you get into a fight?"

I nod, then remember that she can't see it. "Not really," I say. "Just a little skirmish with my father. All the scratches and cuts came from running in the woods… I don't really pay attention to where I'm going."

Another rustle comes from behind me. "Running? From your dad?"

"Yeah."

There's a clink this time, like metal unraveling. "I know that feeling."

I laugh bitterly. "Tell me about it."

I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn back around.

The girl in front of me is beautiful, with a lovely hourglass figure. Her skin is a sun-kissed bronze, the color betraying the long hours spent outside. Her wet blonde hair is draped around her shoulders, framing her torso and breasts.

I let my eyes wander down, drinking in her body. She could easily be the most beautiful girl alive. A chain with a shark's tooth hangs around her neck, emphasizing directing attention towards her bountiful breasts. Her jeans have a hole or two in the legs, revealing her lighter, caramel colored thighs.

"My eyes are up here, carrot top." Her voice breaks my concentration and I look up, meeting her eyes. "That's better. "

I blush. "Sorry. I've just never really been good with girls."

She nods. "I can tell. Anyways, what are you doing out here? I thought I was the only one who knew about this place."

"Back when my mom was alive, she'd bring me here to relax. Lately, I come around to think some things through. What are you doing here?" I ask.

She laughs softly, then smiles. "The pond is great for swimming. It really helps me clear my mind."

I blush harder this time, my mind relaying the images of seconds before.

"Do you usually fight with your dad?" she asks, changing the subject.

I think for a second, then reply. "Not really, but sometimes he can get a little overbearing. It gets annoying, you know?"

She nods as she walks past, motioning for me to follow her. I fall in step behind her, and she takes me to a clearing. Sitting on a fallen tree, she pats the log beside her.

I sit next to her.

"What do you mean?" she asks once I've situated.

"Well, he's always yelling at me, as if he's got nothing better to do. He asks where I go, who I'm with, what I did with them. It's either he's trying to protect me, or get in my business."

"Do you need protection?" Her voice is softer now, sympathetic.

I spit. "Like hell I do. He doesn't treat Yuzu or Karin that way, so why me?"

"Yuzu and Karin?"

"My younger sisters."

"Ah." She thinks for a moment. "Well, maybe he loves you the most, and doesn't want to lose you."

I sigh. "Yeah, whatever."

We sit in silence for a few seconds until I turn to face her. "What about you? What's going on that you have to clear your mind from?"

The girl sitting next to me sighs and fingers her necklace. "My dad… He's never got time for my brothers and I. When he's not at work, he's either in his study or sleeping."

"What's so bad about that?" I ask. "I'd give anything to have a couple hours alone."

"My brothers are no fun."

"Only girl?"

"It sucks."

We laugh, each of us knowing what it's like for the other.

"I'm Ichigo, by the way." I stick out my hand, but she hugs me instead.

"I'm Tia. It's a pleasure to meet you, strawberry."

I hear the smile in her voice, and I can't help but smile myself. She detaches herself from me and sighs, relieved. "So what are Yuzu and Karin like?"

"Yuzu is like the mother of the house; she cooks and cleans, but never has time for herself. Karin, well, it's annoying when she gets sarcastic. What about you?"

Tia hesitates. "My dad is a workaholic, and my nine brothers are always out."

"Nine? Wow…"

She waves her hand in a shooing motion. "We're all adopted, and they're all different from each other. Chalk one up for the dysfunctional family."

"Dysfunctional? How so?"

Tia sighs again. "One of them is always out dating, another is constantly hung over, a third is fighting, so on and so forth. Like I've said, our dad is a little caught up, so we have to fend for ourselves."

I let out a whistle. "Sounds harsh."

Tia nods. "To top it off, some of my brothers are perverts, so I have to get out a lot." She looks into my eyes, her teal searching my brown. "You're not a pervert, are you Ichi-chan?"

I stutter, trying to find the right words. "N-no, Tia, I'm not."

She smiles sweetly. "That's good. I don't like perverts. I usually don't like men, but I guess you're different."

I laugh nervously. "How am I different?"

"Well," she begins, "you're kind... sweet... a good listener... and most of all, you're handsome."

I blink. "Sorry?"

Tia blushes and waves it away. "Nothing."

An awkward silence stretches between us until I break it. "Can I ask you a question?"

My new friend giggles. "You just did, but sure."

I smirk. "What do you think I should do about my dad?"

She sighs. "I was just about to ask the same thing… Honestly, I would apologize for fighting, or whatever you did wrong… Just try not to make him angry." Tia lets out a defeated sigh. "I just wish that would work with my dad."

"Why wouldn't it?" I ask.

"He's always angry. I don't think I've seen him calm in a long while." She hangs her head, placing her hands in her lap. "I don't want to go home… I hate it there, and I feel so alone; unloved."

I move to place my arm around her, but decide not to and instead rest my hand on her arm.

"Anything I can do? A friend to talk to, maybe a shoulder to cry on?"

Tia looks up at me, and I can see tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "I know you're a complete stranger, but there is one thing…" she says through blurred eyes. "Would you do it?"

"Anything."

She smiles softly and leans toward me, closing her eyes as she closes the distance between us.

"Tia, what are you d-" I'm cut off with a shush and a finger across my lips, quickly replaced by the feel of Tia's lips on mine. It's not unpleasant, just unexpected.

Pressure pushes our bodies together as Tia wraps her arms around my neck, and I let out a tiny moan as her body pushes against mine. She molds herself to me, melting into the unexpected kiss as much as I do. I can hear a low moan of her own building deep in her throat, a slow, almost purring sound. Her kisses get hungrier, searching for what she's never had, and I gladly give it to her, wrapping my arms around her back and pulling Tia into an even deeper kiss. My back hits the rough bark of our log as I'm pushed down, Tia's body atop mine. I gasp when a knot jabs into my back, and Tia lets out a small laugh.

"Sorry," she says with a smile. "I've never been kissed like that before." Another laugh escapes her lips, a nervous one this time. "Fuck, I've never been kissed, period. Thanks, Ichi-chan."

I nod, trying to hide my blush as I rub the sore spot in my back. I look at Tia, who smiles, then blushes vigorously.

A crash echoes through the woods into my mind, followed by a voice.

My dad's voice.

I turn to Tia and sigh. "I should go." I say softly.

She nods, clearly saddened that I have to leave.

"Yeah, I kinda figured. Will I see you again?"

I shrug. "I can't say. You'll find me here often though, so probably. My house is that way, if you feel like visiting." I say, pointing.

Tia smiles at the thought and places a peck on my cheek. "Alright, Berry-chan. I'll see you tonight."

Before I can ask what she means, my father's voice sounds through the woods again, calling me back to the house. I leave Tia with a wave and break into a run, joining my father at the edge of the woods.

That's just the beginning, folks! I'll try to have the next part up soon.

BZRKR out.