Ch 1

"Toshiro, make sure to keep her cooled down while I'm out shopping," Ichigo called to the silver haired man.

"Ichigo, I know how to take care of Yuzu. Now hurry out and get the next supply of medicine," he said shooing Ichigo out the door.

On a scrawny bed inside a worn down house laid a panting Yuzu who battled a never ending fever, her body soaked in sweat. Toshiro smiled sadly at the poor girl, before taking the cloth of her forehead soaking it in the not so clean water before putting it back on. Yuzu groaned and shivered before calming down again.

Ever since Isshin and Karin had been taken away to work at some nobleman's mansion he and Ichigo had a hard time caring for the ill little sister. Ichigo worked himself to exhaustion at a nearby farm only to get as little as 30 mon, which was barely enough for food and medicine. Toshiro hated their current situation, but truthfully he was glad for the life he had knowing it could have been much worse


Out in the street Ichigo walked the miserable streets of the densely populated neighborhood he had grown up in. On the dirty ground that was filled with dirt and various other things, people that fared worse sat begging for money. Ichigo had used to take pity on the people, even though his own situation wasn't that much better. He was lucky enough to have a decent enough house that was worth staying in, and he earned some money even though it was hardly enough. But over time Ichigo had become rather insensitive towards those poorer than him, he had been forced to learn that in this life it was each man for his own.

Ichigo finally reached the store he was aiming for, and entered the small shack that was the local drugstore. His nose wrinkled at the stench that lingered in the air, and he made haste to find the medicines he needed. Pulling a couple of different packages he went to the beaten up counter. He didn't even need to ask for the price, he just left a note with Kurosaki written on it and 15 mon.

The woman who owned the shack was rarely seen behind her counter, she trusted the people paying her store a visit to leave the right amount of money. All the medicines had price tags, and were sorted as nicely as possible on the ragged walls. This was routine for Ichigo, every second day he went to the drugstore to fill his supplies of medicine for his ill little sister, and the remaining money was used to feed him and his small family.

He sighed when he came outside again, the stench out there wasn't much better than the stench inside the drugstore. He turned to walk down towards his house once more, not noticing the commotion further up in the narrow street. Ichigo didn't notice the eyes that followed his thin frame from the dark of a side alley either, as he jogged lightly down the street.


Two men dressed in exquisite outfits sat mounted on beautiful white horses as they rode down the dirty streets of the poor. The people whispered and chattered among themselves as they cleared way for the pair that made their way down the street, their presence so strong that it was like the air itself moved from their path.

The one in front had a large build with broad shoulders, and sun tanned arms bragged about their muscles as he guided his mount down the street. Messy sky blue hair tied in a braid at the neck danced in the wind while cyan eyes took in the miserable and disgusting sight of the street. His black kimono decorated with blue embroideries that formed beautiful dragons danced a duet with his hair, as the strong legs of the white horse hit the ground step by step. Put simply the man was gorgeous, and his hair made his identity known to the bystanders.

Behind came his loyal guardian, his beauty no less striking although he didn't shine as much as his blue haired prince. Wavy brown hair that was parted at the middle, played with the wind as grey eyes with a blue tint watched the back of his master and close friend. His white kimono wasn't as striking as his masters, but it too was covered in beautiful embroideries that made it seem like he wore a garden of lotuses on his body. He had a leaner build, but his body along with the one belonging to the prince brought promise upon promise of strength. From time to time his head would go about searching the surroundings for danger, and at his left hip hung a katana worthy of a martial arts master.

The prince was blessed with an even more beautiful katana, sheathed in a scabbard of pure ivory. They were a stunning sight to the people as they made their way through the mass and further down the street. However not all people paid attention to the pair of royalty, in fact a certain orange haired boy and 4 assaulters were busy sizing each other up.


Ichigo looked at the four men that had surrounded him. He closed his eyes and concentrated for a second before opening them again. Their animal spirit was revealed to Ichigo's eyes and in front of him stood four well-built hyena hybrids, their large ears lying flat on their heads, while their short tails swung from side to side. All four mean revealed large sturdy canines as they bared their teeth at the heavily outnumbered Ichigo.

Ichigo was by no means a weak man, no the countless of hours out in the field made his body that of a sturdy worker. Though Ichigo was rather thin from having little to eat, that didn't stop his body from working up a fine set of muscles for the young Ichigo and so with confidence he bared his sharper and more elegant fangs at the hyenas.

"No use boy, give us all of your earnings and we'll let you go… After we've enjoyed the taste of your body of course," one of them snickered, his eyes glowing with lust.

Ichigo crouched, clenching the bag that contained the bread he had bought to his chest while he snarled against his offenders.

"Too bad," the largest one said as he lunged out for Ichigo.

Ichigo's keen eyes followed the movement and he dodged the blow before jumping into the air. With a growl he drove his feet into the back of the assailant, sending him face first into the dirt. Seconds after he felt a firm grip around his throat, and he growled.

"I've got you now," the hyena growled. Ichigo was smaller in build, but he sure as hell wasn't a coward and he possessed brains as well.

"Think again," he growled before biting down on the arm that kept him captive, while driving his elbow into the hyena's gut successfully making the man release him.

The hyena hybrids no longer bothered with hiding their ears and tails, and as the first one that went down got up again they attacked again. Ichigo groaned as two fists came flying into his gut, making him crouch to the ground with a hoarse sound coming from his mouth. He wheezed as he tried to collect himself and stand up.

Ichigo knew they weren't far from his home, and if he just managed to get himself free of the band he might just have a chance at escaping to lock himself up in his home. At least it would by him some time.

He yelped as he made a non-successful dodge resulting in the blunt claws of the hyena tearing through his shoulder. Ichigo snarled and leapt at the one that had shredded his shoulder with jaws wide open. The man with bloodied nails was stunned by his victim's quick recovery, and so he yowled in pain when those lethal feline canines sunk into his throat mercilessly cutting off his air supply. Ichigo was desperate at this point; desperate enough to let his love for battle take over his body. This evened out his odds for the time being, as he threw the dead hybrid to the side.


During the fight a crowd had gathered, several people cheering for the outnumbered youngster as they watched. Of course the commotion was noticed by the royals and they spurred their mounts into a trot as they headed for the gathering. When they came closer they heard loud snarls and yowls of pain that clearly indicated a battle was taking place. The prince scowled as he kicked his horse into a canter, his guard following close behind. When he made his mount slide to a stop with a nervous nicker, his cyan irises narrowed at the view shown to him.

From the back of their horses both royalties watched a blood painted patch of the street that was occupied by 4 combatants. Surrounded by three hyenas stood the most beautiful young man the prince had ever seen. Orange hair dyed crimson at various spots was plastered to the bloodied forehead of the outnumbered man that couldn't possibly be older than 20.

The prince quickly took in the amount of damage the young man had received, and what caught his eye the most was a completely shredded shoulder that was obviously caused by blunt canine claws. He then noticed the bundle of a hyena that laid way too silent in the outskirts of the battlefield, and he realized the skinny looking man had killed one of the hyenas.

He watched with awe stricken features at the next move that was made. The largest hyena came running and attempted to hit Ichigo, whom took the blow. The hyena grinned not realizing he had fallen for the clever man's trap. Ichigo snarled as he caught the arm still connected to his face and twisted it to the sickening sound of snapping a bone was heard.

As Ichigo released the man's arm as he fell a few steps back before roaring and flying in again. Agile as he was Ichigo jumped high and turned in midair, landing on the hyenas back with a snarl. In that moment Ichigo heard the voice of Toshiro calling his name through the crowd, and he froze in that instant. His eyes scanned the line of hybrids closely and he stiffened even more as a small white haired figure pushed through and into the circle.

"Toshiro, get the hell awa-" Ichigo shouted but was cut short by the hyena whom used the moment of surprise to shake Ichigo off of his shoulders. Ichigo gave a pained grunt as he was slammed into the ground and hissed when a large hand grabbed his throat.

"Ichigo!" Toshiro screamed as he made a futile attempt at knocking the larger hyena off of his beloved master.

"What the," the hyena said looking at the white haired man who's spirit was revealed. Large pointy ears of a caracal laid flat against silver hair as the small feline hissed at the hyena. A twisted grin appeared on the hyena's face as he barked an order.


Grimmjow watched with a deepening scowl as both of the other hyenas went for the caracal. Toshiro yowled in pain as blunt claws dug into his shoulders, and he desperately tried to fight back but it was no use.

"Maybe killing this cute little caracal will make you cooperate," the hyena pinning Ichigo laughed. Toshiro mewed in fear as large jaws came to a halt around his throat after he was pinned to the ground, and turquoise eyes grew large as tears threatened to stain his face.

The prince now found himself wondering what the man would do in this hopeless situation, but what the orangette did was not what the prince had imagined. His trained eyes watched as the deep brown eyes of the orangette lit up and turned golden, as he kicked at the hyenas abdomen roaring as best as he could. The hyena was overwhelmed by the sheer power of the kick and fell back with a pained grunt as the orangette got up on shaky feet.

"Ichigo!" the scared voice of the caracal called, and the orangettes head snapped in the direction of the silver hair. As soon as the orangette got a clear view of the caracal's situation, the whole air surrounding the battle changed.

Grimmjow watched in awe along with his guardian as it seemed like shadows clung to the orangette's face, completely golden eyes lighting up amidst them. The prince turned his attention to the silver hair when his brown haired companion pointed in that direction. The caracal seemed to be in a fit of panic, horror stricken eyes directed at the orangette. The hyenas watched as the aura surrounding the orangette changed completely. Both prince and guard flinched as the voice of the caracal sang.

"No Ichigo you must not give in, please calm yourself!"

The prince wondered what could have made the cat fear his friend more than the jaws around his neck and so he watched the orangette once more. It was then that he realized what the change in aura and those glowing golden eyes met. When he looked closely he could see faint tear lines appear in the orangettes face along with spots, and fangs showed their face between the orangette's closed lips.

His cyan eyes narrowed to mere dots as he jumped off his horse and barged through the crowd. Toshiro gasped as the blue haired man appeared behind Ichigo, catching him in a firm grip before he could do anything. Shiny white fangs sunk into Ichigo's neck and the orangette immediately went limp as the calming saliva of a stronger feline entered his veins.

Toshiro squeaked in surprise when the two hyenas holding him captive fell victim to the blade of the grey eyed man in the white kimono, freeing him. The hyena that had pinned Ichigo down took a few steps back as he realized just who it was that had interrupted their fight. With a whine he concealed his soul and tried to make a run for it, only to gag when he felt something cold enter his throat.

Looking down he saw a blade of metal going through his throat, and as his life faded he watched the brown haired man through hazy eyes before finally sliding off the blade dead. No sooner than the presence of the hyena's soul was gone, Ichigo returned to his senses. He took to his forehead as his nearly visible markings disappeared and fell to his knees.

A worried Toshiro quickly came to Ichigo's side to assure him he was ok. The orangette fell limply forward into the silver hairs embrace and proceeded to cling to the caracal. The orangette was completely silent as the crowd disappeared to let the four intimidating persons be. Turquoise eyes locked with cyan, as Toshiro looked at the prince over the orangette's shoulder.

"I thank you your majesty. Had you not interrupted when you did I am sure there would have been fare greater losses than that of these four bags of scum," Toshiro spoke in a formal manner.

"Don't mention it," a low husky and masculine voice answered, sending chills down the silver hair's spine.

Toshiro bowed his head in gratitude, before nudging Ichigo.

"Come now, let's go home," he said before dragging the still dazed Ichigo up to his feet. The orangette was shivering, as Toshiro located the bag of groceries and went to pick it up. Tying it to the rope around his ragged kimono he placed Ichigo's hand across his shoulder. He turned turquoise eyes at the prince once again and said "Once again, thank you. You saved him from carrying another heavy burden."

The prince wondered what that could mean as he watched the silvette drag the orangette with him down the street, disappearing into their shabby house moments later. He was fascinated by that man, and his brown haired companion gave a smile as he recognized the light in his master's eyes. The prince had found someone that lured him in, and so the brunette thought that what would happen next would have to be interesting.


Heeyooo! New request story up and going XD This story was requested by GoldenKitty :D I hope you like this first chapter 0w0… I had to brainstorm for hours before I managed to drabble this XD I'm not sure as to what I should name it yet.. But the name as of now will most likely be temporary and might change in the future..

If you don't know what mon is, it is a small circular bronze coin that was part of the japanese currecny from the 16th to the 19th century.

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