Negotiations, something Ichigo couldn't stand, he didn't like to sit and talk, most of all to members of the rival gang who'd tried to kill him four years ago, but Urahara made him sit through it, after all Ichigo was one of the leaders, even if he was only 19. Ichigo leaned back in his chair looking across the table at the members from the gang called Seireitei. There was the small girl, short black hair and wide black eyes, she was pretty, but Ichigo didn't really have a thing for women, their blood was to sweet. The girl was Rukia Kuchiki, her older brother headed the Tokyo branch of the Seireitei gang, his name was Byakuya, he had long black hair pulled into a braid at the back of his neck, he had a calm look on his face. Then third member was a guy with long flame red hair and tribal tattoos over his face and visible arms, he was staring daggers at Ichigo who smirked in amusement, the red head was Abarai Renji. The fourth and last guy sitting at the table was huge, scarred with black hair that hung messily in his face. Ichigo had fought a few times with this guy, Zaraki Kenpachi, he was an enforcer, meaning he made sure the gang got it's money, drugs and weapons from anyone who owed, even if it meant punching in a few skulls.

Urahara looked down at Ichigo. "Do you have anything to say Ichigo?" The blond man asked smiling at his co-leader.

"Yea, sure," Ichigo leaned forward as he stood, putting his hands in his black tight pants, the chains on his right hip clinking softly. "Stay the fuck away from my territory," He snapped and left.

Urahara sighed. "You'll have to forgive my young friend, someone attacked him last night," Urahara informed to the shocked refined Seireitei members.

"Why do you keep someone like that in your organization?" Byakuya asked.

"Simple," Urahara said. "He's powerful," he smiled. "Or did you not feel the power flowing through him?"

"That was him?" Zaraki asked with amusement. "He wasn't like that when I fought him last,"

"I usually make him wear a collar that keeps him at a lower level of power, but I figured that you'd all be able to handle it," Urahara said.

"Is he even a pure blood?" Renji asked.

"No, he's not, he was only turned four years ago," Urahara said smiling.

"Four years?!" Rukia asked in surprise and Urahara's smile widened revealing elongated canines.

"He's a scary little vampire isn't he?" Urahara chuckled.

Ichigo pulled the hood of his black sweater up as he stepped out into the sunlight. It didn't hurt him, it didn't weaken him, he just never really liked the sunlight all that much. It reminded him of the fire that took his parents from him Ichigo walked slowly down the streets, lost in his own thoughts, trying to ignore those thoughts that pressed into his mind from other people around him, humans who's lives were so directed by simple logic.

"Oi strawberry!"

Ichigo rolled his eyes, and turned to see the Renji running down the street to him. "What do you want?" He asked.

"That's not any way to talk to a pure blood," Renji growled in warning, but Ichigo didn't back down. "My boss wants a word with you, says to meet him at this restaurant," Renji handed Ichigo a small dark blue card. "Dress nice," Renji chuckled. "9 o'clock, don't be late," the red head vanished, but no humans around noticed.

Ichigo looked down at the card, he knew the place, it was expensive, not at all his taste, but Ichigo knew he'd have to show up, Urahara would want him to anyways. Ichigo gritted his teeth and vanished from the spot on the sidewalk where he'd been standing.

Byakuya sat in the back of the restaurant, in a round red leather booth, a glass of red wine on the white clothed table. Renji stood against the wall arms crossed over his chest.

"Why do you even want that kid? He belongs to Urahara, the stupid blond claimed him," Renji muttered.

"Relax love," Rukia said smiling as she sat against her older brother. "Byakuya will still love you just the same,"

Byakuya ignored them as he felt a strong vampire enter the restaurant's lower floor. A few minutes later a waiter came up, leading Ichigo, the teen hadn't changed his clothing any, but it only made Byakuya smile slightly in amusement at the youth's defiance. Ichigo stood in front of the round booth, hands in the pocket of his hoodie. HIs orange hair still spiked wildly on his head, and golden eyes stared into Byakuya's crimson ones.

"What do you want with me?" Ichigo asked bluntly.

"Have a seat," Byakuya said calmly as Rukia slid from the booth and left down the stairs gracefully. Renji followed reluctantly.

"I don't plan on staying that long, I've got a deal in with some guys cross town in half an hour, talk fast," Ichigo said.

"I already took the liberty of canceling that appointment, now please sit," Byakuya said again. Ichigo growled and sat. Byakuya smiled. "Would you like a drink?" He asked

"I don't drink," Ichigo said slouching back on the booth. Byakuya smiled.

"It's a great year," Byakuya smiled picking up his glass. "1542," he smiled.

"I wasn't around then," Ichigo said in monotone. "I don't deal with things that old, they tend to smell of stale blood," He looked at Byakuya.

"Oh? Well you're missing out on a great many things," Byakuya said smiling then took a small drink of his wine. "Urahara tells me you are very talented for a youngling," He said and Ichigo rolled his eyes.

"Urahara needs to learn to keep his mouth shut, it's none of your business," Ichigo said.

"Urahara also said you were 'his' is that true?" Byakuya asked.

Ichigo blushed knowing that belonging to a pure blood meant you were their fuck puppet or anything else they wanted you to be. "I don't belong to anyone, and never will," Ichigo growled, Byakuya wrapped his arm around Ichigo's waist, and was surprised at just how slender the teen really was. "Get your old arm away from me," Ichigo said blushing more, the contact allowed Ichigo to see into the pure blood's memories and thoughts, it was overwhelming for the teen who quickly became disoriented and dizzy as the memories flashed before his eyes like a movie in fast forward. Byakuya noticed and pulled away, and Ichigo slumped over unconscious on the booth. Byakuya smiled seeing a sliver of the pale torso hidden beneath the hoodie the young vampire was wearing. Byakuya licked his lips as he stood, and lifted Ichigo with ease, carrying the teen down stairs with him tucked in one arm like a child.

"What happened?" Renji asked as Byakuya came out to the parking garage. Renji was leaning against the hood of the limo belonging to the older vampire.

"He was just a little overwhelmed that's all," Byakuya said opening the back door to the limo and laid Ichigo on one of the seats before leaning back out to look at Renji.

"Rukia went for a meal, she said she'd meet us back at the hotel," Renji said. Byakuya got into the back and Renji followed closing the door. Byakuya tapped on the dividing glass and the limo started driving.

"What are you going to do with him?" Renji asked.

"Nothing tonight anyways," Byakuya said. "We'll take him home,"

"Alrigh' no complaints," Renji said and Byakuya took Renji's chin, making his underling look at him.

"What's bothering you Renji?" Byakuya asked.

"Nothing sir," Renji said and Byakuya raised an eyebrow. "The others won't approve of you playing with a turned, most of all one from Urahara's clan,"

"Don't worry so much Renji," Byakuya said letting the red headed vampire's chin go. Byakuya looked at Ichigo. "They'll approve, after all he is the son of that man,"Byakuya said and Renji looked at him confused.

Ichigo groaned and rubbed his chest. His eyes suddenly shot open and he bolted upright looking around. He relaxed slightly realizing he was back in his shitty apartment, but then he growled. "Fucking bastard," He jumped out of his bed landing in front of the closet and ripped the door open. "Oi! Kon wake up!" He yelled looking down at the strange little demon sleeping in his closet. "Oi Kon!" Ichigo grabbed Kon's hair and threw him across the room.

"What the fuck Ichigo!" The demon looked up holding it's head. "I was having a good dream Ichigo!" He cried standing up. Kon was a miniature lion demon who'd been exiled from his clan and sense had been living in Ichigo's closet and following him around like a little lost puppet, but would never admit he liked the orange haired teen.

"How the hell did I get here last night?" Ichigo asked.

"I don't know, you were here in bed when I got back from Urahara's," Kon grumbled climbing onto Ichigo's shoulder. "Do you really not know how you got into bed Ichigo? I mean you changed out of your clothes into.... hey those ain't yours," Kon said Ichigo gritted his teeth blushing and threw Kon back into the closet. "What happened last night Ichigo?" Kon asked untangling himself from the clothes as Ichigo rummaged around his closet and pulled out clothes.

"I'm going to kill that pure blooded bastard," Ichigo growled pulling the long sleeve tight white shirt over his head.

"Pure blood? Ichigo.... you can't go around threatening pure bloods," Kon said grabbing Ichigo's shoe away from the teenager. "Think about it, even if you are a powerful turned, a pure blood still has the upper hand,"

"That bastard came into my house! Took off my clothes! There's no telling what that fucking bastard did!" Ichigo grabbed his shoe pulling it on as he rushed towards the door.

"Ichigo!" Kon cried but the door slammed in his face. "Stupid brat!"

"I heard that bastard!" Ichigo roared from the hallway.

Ichigo rushed down the streets towards Urahara's place. He was fuming but trying to keep his emotions in check like Urahara had taught him, but the idea of that Kuchiki vampire touching him pissed him off more then anything. Ichigo went into Urahara's nearly knocking a man over as he went up to the counter.

"Hey Ichi, what's up?" Yoruichi said grinning, the dark skinned cat demon leaned on the counter. "What's got your thong in a twist?" She joked.

"Fuck you, where's Urahara?" Ichigo asked and Yoruichi sighed.

"You never come to talk to me anymore Ichi, I get so lonely when you don't,"

"Oi!" Ichigo snapped. "I asked you a question,"

"I'm right here Kurosaki-san relax," Urahara said coming from the back room. "What is it this early in the morning?"

"That Byakuya bastard!" Ichigo snapped.

"Oh Kuchiki-dono is here," Urahara said. Ichigo growled and rushed into the back room, grabbing Byakuya's shirt.

"What the fuck did you do to me last night you bastard!?" Ichigo roared, but Byakuya remained calm.

"I didn't do anything," Byakuya said brushing Ichigo off him. "It's alright Renji, calm down," He said to the red head. "After you fainted I took you home Ichigo, nothing more,"

"You changed my clothes! Put me in some strange pants!" Ichigo growled.

"Actually my sister did that," Byakuya said smiling. "She had a thing about turned vampires, she sees them as her dolls, likes to dress them up,"

"Well tell that bitch to stay away from me," Ichigo growled.

"Watch your tongue," Renji growled grabbing Ichigo's neck. "Or I'll cut it out,"

"Fuck you," Ichigo snapped.

"My my Kurosaki-san," Urahara pulled Ichigo away from Renji. "Maybe you should go visit with Yoruichi while I finish my talk with Kuchiki, then we can talk," Urahara said, but the tone in his voice meant it was an order to his sired child.

"Fine," Ichigo growled and stormed out of the back room. He sat on the counter glaring at the wall.

"Jeez Ichi, you're so much more bitchy then usual, I guess that pure blood really got under your skin huh?" Yoruichi said biting into a candy bar. She handed one to Ichigo.

"I don't eat sweets," Ichigo said.

"Maybe you should start," Yoruichi said pulling herself up on the counter next to Ichigo. "Would you like to hear some gossip?" She asked. Ichigo glared at her. "Great!" She said opening another candy bar. "I heard that those bastards from that gang on the west side town, the ones giving you all that shit, turned up dead," She said and Ichigo looked at her now with slight interest. "Those demons didn't stand a chance against what ever the hell took them on. All that was left was bits and pieces," Yoruichi said as Byakuya walked from the back room with Renji. "Yea apparently it was an upper ranking non-human," She continued, Ichigo's eyes locked on Byakuya's as the graceful man walked towards the door. Yoruichi's voice became nothing but static.

'You really don't get it do you Ichigo? I will own you,' Byakuya's thoughts forced their way into Ichigo's mind, making him dizzy again. The images bombarded Ichigo even after the pure blood had left the shop until Ichigo fell off the counter unconscious.

"Oi Kurosaki-san" Urahara's voice said over Ichigo. Ichigo opened his eyes and looked at the blond vampire leaning over him. "Welcome back Kurosaki-san,"

Ichigo growled pushing Urahara away and sat up rubbing his head. "Stupid," He mumbled.

"Are you feeling alright?" Urahara asked and Ichigo looked at him. "I can look you over if you want,"

"I'm fine thanks you pervert," Ichigo said standing.

"Kurosaki," Urahara said, his voice was serious now. "Sit back down," He said. Ichigo gritted his teeth but sat back on the futon. "I know you don't like pure bloods or anyone else associated with the Seireitei, the truth is I don't either," Urahara said seriously. "But things are getting tense in our world and we need all the allies we can get right now,"

"I'm not playing nice with that bastard," Ichigo said.

"I'm not suggesting it Ichigo," Urahara said. "Byakuya has a thing for you, indulge him,"

Ichigo growled. "I will not," He said, his body was trembling, disobeying an order given by the one who sired you was like disobeying your parents, only your sire, could make you do something, if your mind liked it or not.

"It is not a suggestion Ichigo," Urahara said. "We need this, or all of us will be taken out, and you know what'll happen to someone like you," Urahara reminded and Ichigo flinched remembering the demon who used to own him. Ichigo closed his eyes and shivered. "It's only for a little while Ichigo, I'm sorry, but I have to look out for the rest of the people who depend on my protection, that includes humans too Ichigo," Urahara sighed. "Now will you do what I ask, or do I have to order you Ichigo?"

Ichigo rubbed the scar on his neck, feeling the long raised slice beneath his cold thin fingers. "I hate that bastard Urahara, he thinks he's better then I am," Ichigo said. "He only thinks of me as a play thing, and I don't want to go through it again, I can't," Ichigo closed his eyes tightly.

Urahara sighed and pulled Ichigo against him. "I'm sorry Ichigo," Urahara said putting his head over Ichigo's. "I shouldn't have brought up those memories,"

Ichigo gripped the sleeve of Urahara's over coat tightly and bit his bottom lip until it bleed. Urahara lifted the shaking teen's chin carefully. Urahara was never usually one to take advantage of someone who was emotionally strained, but Ichigo was someone unlike anyone else, the only way to get close to him, was to take any advantage you could find. Urahara leaned down and licked the blood from Ichigo's lip before kissing him softly. Ichigo pulled on Urahara's sleeve as he kissed the older vampire back closing his eyes.

The two weren't a couple, Ichigo was never Urahara's puppet either, but Ichigo often found comfort beneath the older man, and Urahara had feelings for Ichigo that would only be satisfied when Ichigo was hurting.........

Ichigo bit down on the pillow, gripping the bed beneath him, as Urahara thrust into him, and bit down on the teen's pale shoulder. Ichigo cried out reaching back and putting his hand on Urahara's head, gripping the wavy blond hair that brushed on his shoulder.

"H-... harder," Ichigo pleaded and Urahara complied thrusting harder until Ichigo cried out, and came on to Urahara's waiting hand. Urahara came then, pulling out so his cum splashed onto Ichigo's slender back. He watched as the teen slowly drifted into sleep, where he would be to tired to even dream. Urahara cleaned Ichigo off carefully, taking in the sensation of the warm skin, a trait not common for vampires, then Urahara got up and left the teen laying in his bed. Urahara fixed his pants and went into the main room of the shop where Yoruichi was sitting on the counter, her head cocked as she stared at her childhood friend.

"Why do you keep doing this to yourself Kisuke?" Yoruichi asked seriously. "Ichigo will never love you, he only sees you an escape to his own 'demons',"

"Demons I forced on him Yoruichi," Urahara said locking the shop's door. "I sent the demons after him, then when he was broken I took him under my wing, and lied to him, the one person he trust," Urahara pulled a bottle of sake off the shelf and opened it slowly sitting down at one of the round tables near the window. Yoruichi sat next to him setting two cups down on the table.

"I helped," Yoruichi offered in comfort.

"You aren't the one fucking him into oblivion though Yoruichi," Urahara said.

"I would," She joked and Urahara gave a sad smile as he looked out at the navy blue night sky.

Byakuya sat staring at the men who walked around the club, none of them were interesting to him, no one had remotely interested him sense the rude red headed teen had swore his way into Byakuya's attention. Renji was feeling the same way although he'd never admit to it, but Byakuya had read his mind, he knew everything about his lieutenant.

"What are we doing here? None of these humans looks remotely tasteful," Renji grumbled.

"We're meeting someone," Byakuya said.

"Who?" Renji asked.

"Shinji Hirako, at your service," Renji looked up at the blond annoying looking hybrid as he took a seat.

"Greetings," Byakuya said. "Now do you have the information I asked for?"

"My people always produce the goods," Shinji said handing Byakuya a folder. "I remember that kid by the way," He said. "Wanna hear a story?"

"Sure," Byakuya said flipping though the file.

"If you want to break that Kurosaki kid and bad, you need to look for a demon named Sosuke Aizen," Shinji said. "He used to own Kurosaki before Urahara took him under his wing," Shinji leaned back taking a glass of wine Byakuya offered him.

"I just heard rumors about what this Aizen guy did to the kid, but it's enough to creep me out for a life time. Experiments, the sex, beatings, the list is endless," The blond man glanced at Renji. "Oh yea, it's that bad, the images I got are bad, there are pictures if you really wanna see some compromising positions the kid was put into," Shinji said.

Renji's jaw clenched. "Thank you Shinji, that's all I need, the money will be wired to the account you gave me," Byakuya said standing, and Renji followed his leader from the club.

"What are you going to do now?" Renji asked.

"I'm going to meet Sosuke Aizen," Byakuya said and vanished, leaving Renji standing alone next to the car. He sighed and shook his head.

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