Hey guys! Couldn't resist, really *looks to the side* I was reading an amazing GrimmIchi fic and I just had to do this!

I hope you're gonna like this one!

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.

Warnings: Mature themes, yaoi (boy x boy), explicit sexual content, violence, blood... you got it. RATED M! If you don't like it, don't read it.

White House Down

by: sasuke's not meant to be wife

"Remember this well. There are two kinds of fights. As long as we place ourselves in battle, we must always know the difference: fights to defend life… and fights to defend pride…" - Tite Kubo

Prologue – One big happy family

It was a cold winter evening. The couples were taking a walk huddled for warmth, kids were playing on the playground dressed up in their winter jackets and scarves and gloves and hats… god I hated those stuff. I was rushing home from my football practice, along with my best friend. Kenpachi didn't go easy on us this time. After twenty warm-up circles, hundred crunches, hundred push-ups and forty five minutes of a game-play, I was dead, as in totally played-out. Some girls were giggling while casting glances my and Renji's way. Renji and I were so alike, but so different, if you know what I mean. We liked the same stuff such as football, martial arts, action movies, ice creams, candies, yeah things like that, we knew how to defend ourselves and all, but we had very opposite temper and behavior. I was the shy one and aloof just to make it clear, Renji was open to anything and everything, he liked living fast and I envied him on that.

Usually my dad would nag about coming home too late and needing a ride in one of his limos, but I took none of his shit. I was not coming home alone and I could totally take care of myself, though I don't really see why anyone would just straight out cause a trouble. So what if he was a bloody president of the United States? I didn't have to be spoiled little boy who got everything served on his plate. That's why I picked to practice football. That's why I trained martial arts. And that's why I was top in my class. I was smart and I was not ashamed to show that.

I am currently in my twelfth grade, senior year of high school. My father, as I mentioned, is a president of the United States of America, yes, Isshin Kurosaki. That explains why he wanted the fucking black limo to wait for me, but of course, I could not allow that to happen. I'm perfectly fine the way I am. Going to the public school was one of the things I'll be eternally grateful for to my mother, she insisted on that, saying she wanted her children to be normal and unspoiled. She knew what would be the best for her children. Oh, right, my mom – Kurosaki Masaki, the first lady of the USA, very tolerable and calm woman, not to mention how beautiful and kind she is. I have two twin sisters. They're four years younger than me, which makes them fourteen year-olds. Yeah, I'm currently eighteen, but I'll be nineteen on the 15th of July. Yuzu was softer, she took off of mother's side, noble, kind and warm hearted, while Karin on the other hand was a tomboy which I was perfectly fine with, if she's a tomboy she won't have guys all over her, no guys – no problems. It's as simple as that.

Currently I'm rushing home because I promised mom I'll be going shopping with her. There was supposed to be annual Christmas ball in our home and mom liked decorating everything. She had it in her I guess… My dad never opposed her, he loves her more than anything in the world and he would rather die than see her sad about something, believe me, it's the truth. If I was sure in one thing, I was sure in their unconditional love to each other. That's why I believed love exists, though I haven't found it yet…

"Yo, Ichi, I'll see you on Monday morning, practice and shit," Renji stuck out his tongue to show his peeve about getting up early. Yeah, Kenpachi liked to torture us.

"Sure thing Renji. But don't forget the Christmas party at my place tomorrow…" I clasped Renji's palm in a firm handshake and then tapped his fist with mine. Childish, I know, but it's our way of saying "till we meet again" to each other.

"Then see ya on Friday," and he left with a smirk on his face.

I entered the house and climbed to the second floor in search of my mother. I met the chef of the house, Urahara Kisuke, on my way. He smirked like he usually would do and answered my unspoken question, "I think she's waiting for you in the Yellow room, Ichigo," this man somehow always knew what I wanted. It'll sound weird but sometimes I get this strange idea that he could read my mind or something. Thanking him I moved on, I preferred using stairs then those stupid elevators. I hated them with passion. Fine, I was afraid of them, satisfied?

I knocked on the door of the Golden room. I hated the "Yellow" prefix, it was indeed yellow, but it reminded me more of gold, so I just called it the way I wanted to. I heard soft "come in" and I pressed the doorknob and pushed the door open.

"It's me, mom. You ready?" I asked her getting close to her to hug her. She was so warm and she smelled of vanilla. She chuckled at my childish behavior and directed me to the bathroom to take a shower first, which of course was unnecessary since I showered after practice. I went to my room to get changed and I reappeared in the room for ten minutes. She was chatting with my dad with a small smile on her face and he was looking at her so lovingly that I just wanted to turn around and don't interrupt the moment. But mom turned around and saw me, "Ichi, let's go! The shops will close in less than three hours!"

I smiled and nodded following her hurriedly form out of the door. "Dad, you coming with us?" I asked looking at him, he waved his hand smiling, "Nope, I'll stay here, have some paperwork to do until you guys get back, Christmas is tomorrow!" he laughed at my expression. I was throwing him a disbelieving look - how can an old man be so happy about a thing like Christmas?

So, mom and I went shopping and done the last minute preparations. After that we stopped by to have a quick meal and an ice cream, she knows what I love. We exited the McDonald's and Shuuhei, mom's personal driver, was waiting for us. I hated getting in the limo in the middle of the city. Everybody would think I'd feel proud, special, vain… which seriously was not the case, but I couldn't just leave my mom alone or make her walk with me in the late hours.

"Good evening Mrs. Kurosaki, your dress is so wonderful!" mom really looked beautiful. She looked amazing wearing deep green color and the dress suited her perfectly. It was long, it had straps and it was simple, but she knew how to wear it, she didn't have to wear something amazing just so she would look good in it and show off, she hated that as much as I did. Besides, she looked good in anything she wanted to look good in, so it didn't really matter what she wore. Dad appeared next to her in a matter of seconds and took her by the hand holding her waist with his other hand, he hugged her from behind and she leaned in, enjoying the warmth. Karin and Yuzu walked around looking at the candies wearing knee-length dresses, Yuzu's was pink, and Karin's dark blue, suited their personalities, I thought smiling to myself.

The evening was pleasant, music was perfect. I was standing in a corner, chatting with Rukia, Renji, Ishida and Tatsuki, we were laughing and enjoying our time together. My mom neared us and came to say hello to my best friends. She chatted a bit with us and then moved away to take a piece of cake. Oh, the cake! "Wait, mom!" I rushed after her grinning.

We were putting the cake in our plates engrossed in conversation, when it happened.

The gun shot.

I never registered what had happen. All I remember was falling on the floor and seeing my mom bleeding.

I started panicking. Dad was there and he tried to call her out of her unconsciousness, but there was nothing he could do. I begged him to save her but he just clutched on to her and didn't let go. Doctors rushed in immediately and took the matter in their hands. After examining her body they looked at each other and dropped everything beside them.

"I'm sorry… She passed away."

I screamed the loudest I could, I started crying and dread washed over me.

"Why…?!"

A/N

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