AN: New story inspired by the TV show: Worlds strictest parents. This is what my brain turned it all in to. I hope that you will enjoy!

~ Chapter 1 – To get a new chance ~

"You said that you had agreed to do what?" Ichigo horrified exclaimed at the dinner table where he and his dad were sitting.

"I've agreed to help kids that need a kick in the right direction."

"Delinquents are the right word dad."

"Ichigo it's for a good cause and our first additional family member arrives tomorrow."

"You got to be kidding me! This apartment barely has enough room for the both off us as it is!"

"Since I gave you the master bedroom and took the small one, you two will be rooming together. The rest of the apartment is big enough for the three of us."

"No. I'm not sharing my space with some stranger you decided to pick up from the street."

"Unfortunately for you that I decide in this household and my decision is final. Questions?"

"Yeah, girl or a boy? If it's a girl I'm moving to Renji's."

"It's a boy in your age; he'll arrive in the afternoon."

"Great." Ichigo said sarcastically.

"You will need to refurnish your room today since you have school before that."

"Nonono, I will not refurnish anything. This is your crazy ass project not mine! You do it."

"I need to go to work for a few hours tonight. I switched shifts with Urahara to have the afternoon off tomorrow. I need to leave now actually. The bed frame is in the IKEA packet, pillows and blankets have to do with our spare ones."

"Dad… IKEA- really!? We never get those things together and always end up with screws and plugs that were supposed to go somewhere."

"Don't worry, I asked if it was easy to mount, the staff said it would be."

"IKEA's lead thing is that their stuff is easy to mount. It will be a disaster no matter how you look at it."

"It is what it is. Come on don't be mad at me. It will be fun and you will get less lonely with some company around."

Ichigo sighed. If it was important to his dad then maybe he should play along. "Sorry dad. I'll try if it's important to you."

"Thank you, son."

Isshin went to Karakura Hospital for a night shift while Ichigo was left behind to fix his room. He figured that the best option would be to have the beds on each end of the room, put in the corners. Ichigo only had one desk, which he put in front of the window. He refused to give up his own wardrobe space and decided that a cloth rack on wheels would be enough for the delinquent.

The brown, squared package was torn open and the different parts were layed out on the floor. Ichigo looked at the very simple pictured descriptions of how this was supposed to be built together. It took an hour until he decided that he needed a break. He hadn't gotten anywhere. In the end the bed frame and the final touches of his room took all night.

~~xxx~~

"Wow you look like a zombie." Renji said as he saw Ichigo blinking tiredly.

The orangette yawned and rubbed his eyes. "Stayed up all night fixing my room. I barely got any sleep. "

"Why? It was great as it was."

"I know." Ichigo sighed. "Dad decided that we are going to help troublemakers and making this person stay in my room."

"That sucks."

"Yeah. At least it's a boy in my age."

"Do you know anything else?"

"Not more than he's coming today." Ichigo scrolled at his phone to see what classes they had today. "Great chem. with Granz-sensei and math with Ishida's dad."

"Nooo!" Renji groaned. "I'm still behind with last week's assignment Granz-sensei gave us."

"You are? Then I guess you haven't done this week's either, Abarai-kun." A voice behind the two teens said.

Both Ichigo and Renji froze as they heard their pink haired sensei. Ichigo glanced at Renji who had paled a little. He probably hadn't done the work as he was supposed to.

"No? Then I'll see you at detention after school Abarai."

"Yes, Granz-sensei." Renji pressed out.

"Seriously, don't even the previous detentions make you do your work? It must be much easier to just do it then to sit with Granz."

"I know! But when I sit down to actually try and make it, I always get distracted and forget about it."

"You're just lazy."

It earned Ichigo a wack in his head, which he returned with a friendly shove. With resistance they walked in to the chemistry labs to start the day's lectures. In the end they day went smoothly, for Ichigo at least, Renji still had his detention left when the bell rang on Ryūken's lesson. Ichigo was relieved that he could get out of the stuffy school building but dreaded to go home. He didn't want to have a stranger living in his home, as a charity case sleeping in his room. This must be his dad's midlife crisis; couldn't he buy a stupid car or something else like regular people? Oh, that's right; his dad isn't one of those 'regular' people.

Ichigo took himself home with heavy steps. His dad probably still slept as he came home early this morning. It wasn't unusual that he was forced to work overtime as the hospital frequently was understaffed. The place would be the death of him one day, Ichigo was certain of it. The last years had taken a huge chunk out of his dad's energy, he looked worn. He wasn't thirty anymore. Ichigo wanted his dad to stay with him forever even though it was impossible. His dad could be a pain in the as sometimes but Ichigo love him regardless.

When Ichigo stepped inside their apartment it was quiet and the door to his dad's room was closed. It meant that he still was sleeping or resting. Feeling a little hungry, Ichigo made some sandwiches to eat while he started on his homework. He sat in the kitchen, which was his favored studying place. Lost in his own world, he almost missed the sound of the door bell. He looked up from his book and stared at the hallway. He's here. Ichigo's stomach turned into knots immediately.

The door bell was pushed again before Ichigo made it too the door. He looked through the peep hole and saw a rather tall man with a cap on his head. The view was too small for him to see anything else but he wouldn't say that he was 'a boy in his own age'. He looked much older. Ichigo took a breath and opened the door.

Ichigo didn't know what to say since the whole situation to shelter someone was a little strange. All he could press out was a 'hi'. The man's bright blue eyes stared at him and he made no motion to go inside. They ended up in a staring competition. Ichigo had no idea what to do next.

"Ah, welcome!" His dad thankfully said behind him. "Come inside and make yourself at home." The man walked through the door and stayed close to it. "I see that you already have met my son. Ichigo, this is Grimmjow- Grimmjow this is my son Ichigo. I'm Isshin as you probably already have been informed. " Isshin introduced, to which Grimmjow nodded.

Ichigo saw how the hand on the sportsbag tightened the hold on it. "Are we gonna stay here all day or what?" Grimmjow said irritated.

"You can unpack if you like, Ichigo will show you where you will live and then we can have a chat in the kitchen with a snack before going to bed. Ichigo?"

"Uhm, yeah… this way."

Ichigo walked ahead and Grimmjow followed. The walk was short in the tiny apartment and they entered his bedroom. Upon seeing the two beds, Grimmjow snorted. "You can't be serious." He muttered.

"Your bed is the one over there." Ichigo said and pointed at it. "You can hang your clothes here and we'll share the rest of the space."

"Hell no, I don't want to share anything; you will need to sleep somewhere else."

"This is my room so that's a 'no'. I'm not ecstatic over this either."

"Too bad then." Grimmjow said and threw himself onto the bed pulling the cap down to shield his face.

"You don't want to unpack?"

Ichigo didn't get a response so he tried again. "Goat f- I mean dad wanted us to come to the kitchen, you're probably tired so let's get it over with okay?"

"Will you always be this chatty or do you shut up eventually?" Grimmjow said underneath his cap.

"I… You should…I mean…Never mind."

Ichigo walked out to the kitchen where his dad already had set the table with sandwiches and hot cocoa. He sat down on one of the chairs with a sigh.

"Where's Grimmjow?"

"He wasn't interested."

"I'll go talk to him." Isshin rose from the table and went to Ichigo's bedroom.

There were muffled voices at first but then Grimmjow said with a raised voice: "I don't fucking want to!"

"We just want to know you and talk about the rules of this household. It won't be long if you're tired."Isshin said firmly.

Seriously, Ichigo knew from the start that this was a bad idea. His dad never raised his voice.

"What the fuck! Don't touch me!" Grimmjow exclaimed.

"I'm not touching you. Come on, get up from the bed and go to the kitchen."

Isshin came back to the kitchen empty handed. He sat down in his chair and took a bite out of a sandwich. Ichigo mimicked the motion and drank some coca too before it grew cold.

"Dad…"

"He only needs time Ichigo. Imagine if you came to a new family where you knew no one, wouldn't you too feel like an outsider?"

"Yeah, probably."

"The same rules that I have for you will stand for Grimmjow too. I won't make a difference between the two of you."

"Makes sense I suppose."

They finished their share of the snack and Isshin made Ichigo bring a plate with the left over sandwiches to Grimmjow in case he was hungry. The bedroom was quiet when Ichigo entered with plate in hand. He put it on the night table next to Grimmjow's bed.

"I brought some sandwiches if you're hungry." He said, hoping to get some kind of reaction.

He didn't. Grimmjow lay with his back turned to him and refused to acknowledge him. He hadn't unpacked either. Ichigo held in a sigh as he prepared his clothes for tomorrow and collected his nightwear in his arms to brush his teeth in the bathroom. Changing in here with a stranger would be just too awkward.

Ichigo wasn't eager to get back to the strange silence in his room; he did his night routine slowly, deliberately. A little fresher and clad in a t-shirt except from his boxers, he re-entered the bedroom again. Grimmjow still lay the same way and the food hadn't been touched. Ichigo set his alarm and lay down in his bed mimicking Grimmjow. He stared into the wall, unable to fall asleep when all he could think of was the other person in the room. What if it was dangerous to fall asleep? He had no idea about what Grimmjow had been doing before his dad had taken him in. There must be some reason for him to be in foster care and to be moving around in new homes at this age. Luckily, Ichigo wasn't forced to think about these things for too long until he fell asleep.

~xxx~

Beep, beep, beep.

Ichigo vaguely heard the alarm blaring in the morning to get him to wake up. He still was too tired to stir and decided to steal some more sleep.

Beep, beep, beep.

"Shut that fucking thing off!" Was growled from the other side of the room. That actually made Ichigo more conscious of his surroundings when he remembered that he wasn't alone. It still took him some time to turn the alarm off and Grimmjow hid his head under a pillow with a grunt. Ichigo rubbed his eyes tiredly when he sat up in the bed. Another school day. It was Friday though so the weekend was almost there. Unfortunately he would spend most of it studying since it was needed to keep up with everything. If he remembered correctly his dad was scheduled all weekend so it didn't really matter. It would also give him a reason to not have to spend time with Grimmjow.

His dad had already gone to work and on the fridge was a note to Grimmjow explaining expectations and that he was welcome to use and eat anything that he liked. It could be seen a little childish to write notes instead of actually speaking about it, but Grimmjow seemed to have some sort of accommodation period before he would be civil towards anyone. Ichigo hoped that it would be over soon.

After eating breakfast and running a little late, Ichigo jumped on his bike and went to school. He hadn't heard anything from Renji about the detention. Maybe it hadn't been as bad as Renji thought it would be hence no complaints. When Ichigo arrived at school Renji's motocross already was in the stand for motorcycle vehicles.

Ichigo barely had the time to sit down on the last seat in the classroom before their teacher walked through the door. Literature was the subject and their stone faced teacher hooked up his computer to the projector. It rumored around the school that no one had seen him laugh or smile since he started working there. While it all was being put on, a heavy stack of papers was placed on the desk. Ichigo could guess that it was a new assignment due in a very short amount of time, as usual when it came to Kuchiki-sensei.

The lesson started with a power point presentation about ancient Greek history that in the end brought up the literature written at that time period. As the presentation ended, it was noticeable that everyone feared the stack since it was obvious that it didn't belong as reading material for today's lesson. It was meant to be taken home.

"As I have given you this short introduction of a broad era, I expect you to read a book published in the year that I have written on the paper. Everyone will be divided into groups with different years and will not read the same books. You will later at the examination for this area, be put in a group with students that have read books from other years. What we will do on that day will be revealed the night before due date. Further details are explained in your paper. Any questions?" Kuchiki-sensei took the stack and passed it out to everyone as he didn't get any questions. As soon as everything was distributed the class ended and everyone fled the room. Renji caught up with Ichigo when they both had gotten outside the classroom.

"Why can't Kuchiki-sensei ease up alittle?! He's still stiff and all business. Literature was my favorite subject until he came." Ichigo complained. "Now we got even more work, the previous homework isn't even due yet but still we got a new one."

Renji walked silently beside him, knowing that Ichigo needed to get his frustrations off his chest. School and good grades was important to the orangette. To be worked up over the work load happened daily, Renji was used to it by now.

"Actually, Kuchiki-sensei isn't that bad if you get to know him." Renji said.

Ichigo had to turn his head and give Renji a surprised stare. "Where did this come from?"

"Granz-sensei couldn't have my detention yesterday and asked Kuchiki-sensei to 'guard' me as he called it. He helped me out and is seemingly good at chem. Granz would just have sat there and not helped me, now I actually learnt something."

"Wow. Sounds strange to my ears."

"Yeah I know. What even stranger is that as the minutes passed by I could feel that we had some sort of chemistry."

"Chem. was your detention, moron."

"I didn't mean it like that. Like… you know chemistry."

"Don't tell me that you have a crush on the only one in this school with a heart of ice?"

"I don't know! It just a feeling I got when I was there."

"Renji, he's a teacher."

"I don't care."

"The school and society cares. It's not allowed. Don't get yourself into something that you can't fix later. For your own sake."

"I'll try. Can't promise anything though."

Ichigo sighed. "Okay, don't tell me that I didn't warn you."

"I won't. How was your evening? Did everything go as planned?"

"Uhm, the guy hates us and barely talk; when he does it's to shout angry things. He just lay in bed ignoring me and dad. He surely doesn't look like he's in our age at all. Other than that I don't know much about him."

"Ouch, sounds harsh. Maybe he'll come around?"

"Right now it feels unlikely." Ichigo said with clenched teeth.

~~xxx~~

Ichigo could already tell when he opened the front door that something was wrong. The apartment was ominously quiet. He called out an 'I'm home', as he went further inside. He put his bag with all of his homework on a chair in the kitchen. It seemed normal this far. Feeling thirsty, he opened the fridge to get a bottle of water but stopped in his motion as he noticed that the note was missing. His foot nudged something and he looked down. His dad's note lay in shredded pieces on the floor. That clearly showed what Grimmjow thought about his dad's rules and expectations. Scoping them up from the floor Ichigo put the torn note in the trash and decided to change in to something comfier. Friday night was always free from home work and relaxation was prioritized instead.

The door to his room was closed and Ichigo wondered if Grimmjow still was lying on the additional bed. Even though it was his own room, he knocked on the door to be sure that he didn't interrupt something he would regret seeing and to not startle the bluenette. The rap on the door echoed in the silent apartment and Ichigo decided that it would be safe to go inside.

When he opened the door, a strong scent of used cigarettes and cologne hit his nose. Their room was in havoc. Grimmjow had finally decided to unpack his things but not to hang his clothes on the rack; no, he chose to make a pile on the floor at the end of his bed. Ichigo urgently opened the window to get new air inside. He noticed something on his bed and picked it up. It was a soaked towel and the water had soaked through to his bedspread. At that moment he wanted to lay down on the floor and cry like an infant. How would this even work out? It seemed impossible right now.

"Wow, it smells like man in here." His dad said as he entered the chaos.

Ichigo gave his dad a bad look. "Well excuse me for not being manly enough." Then he sighed. "I can't do this dad. This is just too much."

"It's not that bad." Isshin tried.

"My whole room smells like cigarettes! How can't that be bad?"

"I'm sorry, son. I just wanted to do the right thing and I saw this as an opportunity for you to get some company when I'm away. I don't like that you are home alone as much as you are now. It wasn't what I had in mind for us."

"Honestly, I've been fine this entire time. You shouldn't worry about me that much."

"I'm your father, I'm supposed to worry."

"Dad…" Ichigo felt warm at his dad's love. He did something that he rarely did. Ichigo hugged his dad. "What will we do if this doesn't work out? I mean, what will happen to him?"

Isshin released his son. "If we can't get along, Grimmjow will be sent to a big apartment complex to live in a room that the community owns as he soon is of legal age. There is no use to send him around anymore; he won't have the time to get a solid family until he can do as he wishes."

"We are his last chance?"

"Yes, in a way. Please Ichigo, give him that chance. No one has given him an opportunity to improve; they all just passed him on." Isshin took the wet towel from Ichigo's hands and promised that he would tidy the room.

Ichigo new that his dad was tired, and helped out with making dinner for the both of them. To his joy, snacks had been bought on the way home and he knew that they still had soda left. It would be a great Friday after all.

Isshin did as promised and they ate together in front of the TV. Ichigo let his dad pick the show and they indulged in the snacks. Thirty minutes into the show his dad fell asleep and Ichigo changed the channel to something he actually wanted to watch. His dad usually fell asleep as soon as he sat down in a soft place after a long day at the hospital. Ichigo didn't mind, it was company nevertheless. A long day in school and tiring days before that, made Ichigo too fall asleep.

When the front door was shut closed Ichigo woke. It was still in the middle of the night and he groaned as he had gotten disturbed while he slept. Grimmjow must be back. He thought and almost fell back to sleep again, but when things started to fall in the hall way and the word 'Fuck' was muttered hazily, he understood that he needed to get up.

In the hall way stood Grimmjow with his hand against the wall to get support. His jeans were torn and muddy plus his white shirt wasn't white anymore. It had blood splattered all over it. Grimmjow had yet to notice Ichigo. The orangette cleared his throat to announce that he was there. Startled, Grimmjow did the only thing that seemed reasonable at the time in his confused state and pushed Ichigo against the wall. His forearm pressed against Ichigo's throat making him unable to breath. Ichigo tried to struggle back but Grimmjow didn't budge.

He's going to kill me.

TBC.