AN: Hey guys, I know I should be updating one of my fics, but I got so many ideas and feels for this story line that me and my friends came up with on tumblr, that I had to make it. This was supposed to be a one-shot but its too long so I'm going to split it up into about 3-4 chapters, with the lemon mainly in the last chapter.

A lot of the information in here, especially the mixed martial arts information, is not all true. If I got a couple things wrong, please inform me and I will change them, but if it changes the story line too much, try to let it slide xD

Depending on how things go, I may be posting the next chapter (one of my favorite chapters) later on tonight.

Warnings: This is a very mature fic with mature themes, situations, topics, and language. The characters are going to seem OOC at times because of this. AU, Stupid Fluff, Slice of Life-ish, Drama, OOC, Lemon.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, the MMA, Yoga, or coffee.

Enjoy!

I did it...

"Ichigo Kurosaki!"

"I love you Ichigo!"

"You're my idol man, great job out there!"

Kurosaki Ichigo, if you're looking through the crowd you'd easily spot him. He's the man with bright orange hair, amber eyes, a rugged scowl, and the mouth watering body of a heavily trained fighter. Looking every bit as tough and arrogant, as he walked down the bustling aisle of the auditorium, nodding and smirking at his raving fans.

He had just won the MMA championship fight of the year against his rival Grimmjow Jagearjaques, and he couldn't help but feel the proudest he had in his life. He had worked hard for the gold belt that he now threw over his shoulder with pride. Even if he came out looking worse for sore eyes, his hair its usual mess, one black eye, a large gash on his forehead, a busted lip, and a couple broken ribs, Grimmjow wasn't doing any better. In fact, he was still knocked out on a gurney to be taken to the emergency room.

The auditorium was filled with rows upon rows of fans, excited as ever after they watched the soon to be televised fight between the strongest MMA fighters of the year, Ichigo and Grimmjow. Too bad for his fans, it was Ichigo who came out as the strongest fighter for the next 5 years until the next tournament.

Ichigo couldn't help but smirk and hold onto his belt tighter when he thought about it, despite the pain that thrummed in his jaw and the strain in his muscles.

His sights were a little bit dizzy as he walked between arms and other limbs hanging and waving about that wanted either a hand shake, an autograph, or to touch the sweat gleaming off of his frame, though his body guards were in tow to keep someone off if they were to get too handsy. No matter how disoriented he was Ichigo didn't care, he wouldn't allow anyone to help him when he got out of the cage him and Grimmjow fought in. Blood sprinkled here and there as if it were a murder scene.

He had worked endless hours to beat the man that beat him all those years ago earlier in his career as a professional. Despite him ruining his record of no defeats, the only reason Ichigo held it down for so long was because of how much of an asshole Grimmjow was about it. The bastard beat him until he was blue, kicked him when he was down and laughed in his face.

Even that wasn't enough, no. What really set him off that day was what he said afterwards.

Flashback

"Haha, stay down you cocksucker." Grimmjow laughed as he panted heavily while looking down at his opponent. He was surprised to see the little bitch had actually given him a run for his money, but alas all that tough talkin he did wasn't enough and by the 5th round he was finally able to put him down for the count. Each time he'd fallen down previously, he would stubbornly get up. Grimmjow was gonna make sure this time he wouldn't.

"Shut...the hell up." Ichigo wheezed, trying to catch his breath. His ears were pounding and the accelerated blood flow to his brain was making him sluggish - he didn't have the energy to keep up with it. Even so, he wouldn't, no. Couldn't give up. This fight was ridding on his dignity as a fighter. The blue haired douche had relentlessly antagonized him from the start, it seemed sportsmanship behavior was null and void in his brain. Ichigo could almost laugh.

So he did.

"What are you laughing about?" Grimmjow growled, as Ichigo pulled his haggard body to his feet after the ref stopped at the countdown of 8. The blue haired lanky bodied man snickered to himself. "You're about to lose, so why don't you just take your pussy ass back to your mothers cunt and watch a real man win." The blue haired man barked out laughter as he pulled himself together enough to get into a lazy stance of Muay Thai, he previously having been leaning on the ropes for support. Though the lazy stance wasn't because he was tired, he just wanted to anger Ichigo even more by showing he didn't have to give it his all.

Ichigo felt his world spinning, everything was blurred with no strong edges as he forced himself to his feet. He was in no condition to be standing as he distantly heard the sound of his coach and best friend yelling for him to quit. Yoruichi was waving around a white towel, threatening to throw it in at any moment.

Ichigo almost didn't catch it, and at the time it would've been better if he hadn't, but somehow he heard what Grimmjow said. Crisp and clear over the noise of the crowd.

"What the fuck, did you just say?" Ichigo's body instantly stopped from its uneasy wobbling, his face was lowered so that his orange bangs covered his heated eyes. His body stood rigidly as he ground his teeth together, them absent of the mouth guard lying on the ground beside him.

His heart was pounding at an alarming rate and black and white spots blurred his vision pending his inevitable black out, but Ichigo ignored it all. He swallowed down his nausea and asked again, stronger this time and with more of a menacing edge. "What the fuck did you just say?"

Grimmjow snorted, "Eh, just that your rightful place seems to be in your mothers cunt you son of a bitch." He replied with a smirk as he held his mouth piece under his broad crossed arms.

"Hey! Break it up you two, get back to fighting." The ref tried interrupting but he went unheaded.

"Heh, that's what I thought." Ichigo looked up at that moment, pure hatred and determination highlighted his tawny eyes as they glared heavily on the slightly shocked man before him. "I will fuckin kill you Grimmjow. That will be the last time you disgrace my mother ever again." He would accept any insults directed toward him for what they were, but no one, no one, was allowed to insult his mother or his best friend and be allowed to live.

Grimmjow continued to stare back at the man now with plain shock lined on his face, his cocky smirk slowly falling away from his face. The man was obviously barely on his feet, but he was still able to give him such a blood curdling look. His eyes seemed to forebode his exact demise in detail, as a maniacal grin made its way on Kurosaki's face.

Before anyone knew it, Ichigo had collapsed onto his face completely knocked out.

Grimmjow stood stunned until the ref held up his arm in victory, his counts to 10 had drowned out in his head, so much so that when he felt the contact of the other man he'd jumped. The crowed cheered loudly in the background and Grimm brushed his cerulean hair out of his face and took on a broad smirk, deciding to push off the scene completely to the back of his mind.

Sadly, Ichigo couldn't exactly bring himself to kill the fucker, but the blue haired man will very much wish he had. Like he said, if you thought his appearance was bad, you don't even want to look at Grimmjow's. He was that close from getting a red card to end the match.

"Hey Yoruichi." Ichigo waved casually at his coach as he moved to sit on a wooden bench after washing his face. They had moved into the locker rooms to review the match and for him to get a wash up as always. Same old same old.

It wouldn't be the same for a while though. He was going to get a year off for his big win. A win most guys usually claimed before they retired. But since he was only 21 years old, he had yet to even hit his prime. An uneven match some would say beforehand to the Grimmjow who was in his prime at 26. But then again they'd never met Ichigo.

"Good job out there kid, just wish you would've cooled it off at some places." Yoruichi chuckled a bit, "It became heavily onesided."

"You understand as well as I, why I handled it like that." Ichigo groaned, unwrapping his hands from the red stained white cloth surrounding it, and stretching his sore arms and legs. He really needed to get a masseuse or something. Maybe he could get Miss Shortness to do it, her hands are tiny but they more than get the job done, especially if he gets under her skin beforehand.

"Yeah, yeah." Yoruichi sighed. Allowing a happier tone in her voice, she continued, "Well now you have better things to think about! Like settling down and finally making some grand kids for your old dead beat goat of a father!" She snickered.

Ichigo groaned and put his head in his hands, "Ugh don't remind me!"

"Ichi-poo!" A girly squeal interrupted their conversation before it could really begin. The acknowledgement of it was bittersweet, mainly because of whose voice it was.

"Oh hey...Riruka.." Ichigo greeted halfheartedly, not even looking at her make an entrance as he heard Yoruichi sigh with just as much contempt behind him.

The maroon haired girl bounced lithely into the room, a beaming smile gracing her pretty face. Her stilettos making sharp clicks onto the concrete floor of the changing room as her hips swayed underneath her form fitting pencil skirt and tan silk blouse.

"Great job today, I'm so proud." The woman cooed. Ichigo cringed at how closely she came to him, letting her manicured hand brush against some sparse sweat on his toned arms before she licked her full lips.

"Um, yeah." Ichigo scooted down the bench a bit more to give himself more personal space, either she didn't notice or hid her reaction as she turned to fix Yoruichi with a glare and talk over some business.

Why was he so off put by her? Because they had gone out what seems like a life time ago, in college, until he found out how much of a self centered bitch she was. Those were the worst 7 months of his life, she had pushed him away from his friends and his family so that she could isolate him for herself. At the time, he wasn't wholly conscious of her actions because he was still getting over the death of his mother a few months before, and the loss of his best friend from his life.

His mom had gotten in a car accident and hit by a drunk driver on the way to the grocery store one night, not 2 weeks after his entrance into Tokyo University at the young age of 18. He needed some sort of comfort, and at the time she seemed like the only one to understand, since the one person who he wanted to be around at that moment, and absolutely knew could help, was at her own college in Europe with an art scholarship.

Talking to her became less in less, especially with his quickly progressing physical relationship with Riruka, she not wanting him to have any girl friends so Tatsuki and Orihime had already been cut off. Rukia was the last one left and the way she broke them apart wasn't anything less than fiendish. God he's so glad he lost his virginity to someone he trusted before he met her.

The bitch had not only cut Orihime's hair to shreds because of her crush on the strawberry haired man, but threatened to sue Tatsuki if she laid her hands on her. How that became a problem was shown in how Riruka did everything in her power to antagonize the two to get a rise out of Tatsuki. It was only so much the girl could take before she, one of his oldest friends, told off Ichigo who had no knowledge of the altercations between the three, and left him with nothing but confusion and regret.

It took for her meddling a couple months later, to ruin Rukia's scholarship as an Art major with some heinous scheme - that till this day he doesn't know the explicitness of - and land her square back in Karakura, for him to realize the woman that claimed to love him was nothing more than a psycho.

He could still remember that day clearly, Rukia's brother had called him, the conversation as you could imagine not at all pleasant, about his little sister's circumstance. Something even the infamous billionaire Kuchiki Byakuya couldn't fix with his amount of wealth and standing.

He called Rukia right afterward, and even though she tried to hide it, and probably could've if talking to another person, he could hear the disappointment and sadness in her voice. He knew then she had been crying and was on the brink of tears.

He made sure Byakuya sent her to Tokyo U so he could protect her better, however ironic that was, and told off Riruka right after he ended his calls. He found the girl, laughably, flirting - if you could even call it that - with one of his college friends at the time, a red-haired bastard with tattoos, named Renji.

Lest to say, they'd broken up quickly and curtly, though loud enough that people spectated it with their camera phones handy taking pictures of the compromising appearance of Riruka and her other lover. She had quickly switched schools to lessen the embarrassment and that was that. He spent the last three years happily with his friends and Rukia, kick boxing in martial arts tournaments on the side while he finished his major.

He never planned to make it this big in the league. It started out as just a hobby that helped him release his pent up emotions over his mothers death, until Yoruichi, one of his father's close friends who was once a professional kick boxer herself, picked him up, and he rapidly escalated in the business.

Why did he have to deal with her now after all these years? Well, as of starting a few weeks ago, she became his new advisor and marketing manager, but not under his or Yoruichi's coalition, but thanks to the company they partnered with in the tournament, that gave her to them as a gift...a gift they had to keep.

Ichi...

Ichigo continued to scrub at his sweaty hair with his towel and pull on his black compression shirt over his tightly wound torso. He could pretty much hear the pout searing itself on the maroon haired woman's face and he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Ichi, do you hear me?"

Ichigo pulled out his cell and tapped in the number to his code on its touch screen, distantly smiling at the background picture of he and his best friend. He smiling goofily as he annoyed the shit out of her like always by pulling on one of her pigtails that he tried putting in her hair one day. Her heart shaped face was pulled into a growl as her violet eyes burned into his skull, but he couldn't help but find her irritation cute.

"Ichigo-kun!"

"Huh?" He looked up with a distant grin on his face, he couldn't wait to tell her that he won. She actually should be calling some time soon.

Riruka growled and stomped her healed foot. Ichigo raised a brow at how fitting the action was. "I was asking you if you were available to do the cover shoot for Men's Health magazine and GQ next week on Friday. You and I have to fly out to America for a couple days." That made her frown turn into a sly smirk.

Ichigo frowned, that was the day he and his little raven haired minx were going to visit the fam. She and he hadn't seen them in a while and the twins miss her. "Uh, sorry I can't on Friday, why not that next Monday?"

Riruka clicked her tongue and crossed her arms, "I can't reschedule it, YOU DON'T reschedule GQ or Men's Health; these are rare opportunities. Why do you need to change it anyway?" The annoyance was more than noticeable in her voice.

Ichigo sighed, leaning back a bit. Her excitement was making him tired and more irritated. Actually, everything about her seemed to irritate him after he found out about her. "It's not really any of your business for one." He gave her a look between his fringe and she poked her mouth out more, "And considering I'm the youngest championship MMA fighter the world has ever seen," he really didn't mean to sound cocky there, "I find it hard to believe they wouldn't reschedule for me." He finished with a cocky smirk. Okay maybe he meant to be a little cocky. I mean could you blame him? His paycheck that he was going to get was going to be enough to pay off any college debt he could ever have, and then some.

Maybe that was why she was crawling back to him after all these years.

"It's because of her isn't it?" The woman's equally as salmon colored eyes narrowed as she bit out her words frostily. Yes the wench still had the audacity to be jealous, sadly Ichigo had to deal with it. It wasn't like he was in that type of relationship with who she was talking about anyway...

Ichigo sighed before he answered, and looked over to Yoruichi who had moved to the corner of the room to take a few calls. She looked like she might be done in any minute, that meant he could leave soon. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Ha! Don't act dumb, it never looked good on you." Ichigo glared at her spitefully mirthful eyes. "You know exactly which bitch I'm talking about, and not the dike or the dimwit." She ignored his tensing body language and hardened glare to cross her arms and continue. "No, the little whore you keep around to suck your dick every now and then."

"No." He cut her off, "That's just what you wish you'd be doing. And my and Rukia's relationship has nothing to do with you, I would also implore you end your insults to my friends before I report you."

"Report me?" Riruka snickered. "Ichi-poo, my father owns this company, do you know how many strings I had to pull to get this position? Not very many. Just a play on daddy's heart and he gave me the job." She bit her finger as she smiled at his aggravated look. "There's no way you can get rid of me."

"The only problem is, I only have to see you an average of 2 hours a week. You'll never be a part of my personal life."

"We'll see about that. You'll find out you love me soon enough."

"You're fuckin crazy." Ichigo laughed incredulously whereas she shrugged smugly.

Just then his phone rang, and he couldn't be any happier that it did.

"Well if it isn't the little bitch now."

"Watch it." Ichigo growled dangerously, his eyes dead serious in a way she'd never seen before. Riruka was taken aback by the look and shut up quickly.

Going back to his phone, Ichigo looked at the number and profile picture, smiling fondly at it before he answered and put the phone to his ear. "Well if it isn't my little good luck charm. I guess what they say about leprechauns is correct, ne?"

"Watch it Kurosaki." A dark sultry voice growled playfully. The sound sent chills down his back, as he distantly heard a scoff beside him and the snap of stilettos leave the room. "Oh let me guess, was that Queen Pyscho just taking her leave?" The woman finished with a chuckle.

"Hmm, yes. Thank you for that by the way. She always leaves me the hell alone when you call." Ichigo grinned.

"That's because she knows better now, after I kicked her ass a couple weeks ago." Yes, she really kicked her ass and thankfully Byakuya was able to set it up as self defense when Riruka was the one who tried to set a couple goons on Rukia after a party. Ichigo hadn't been there and he hated himself for it, but luckily Rukia was pretty sturdy herself and handled it effortlessly. He was happy he got the girl into self defense classes with him after he started kick boxing at Yoruichi's gym.

Ichigo's grin got wider as he thought about the news he was gonna tell her.

"Ugh, what is it Ichigo? I can hear you grinning through the phone."

"I won the match." He couldn't hold it in any longer, he had to tell her.

"I'm not surprised."

"What, that's all I get? C'mon Rukia you coulda played up the surprise a little more than that." Ichigo pouted.

Rukia laughed at his whining before she answered, making his pout turn into a heavy frown.

"Haha, kidding. Congratulations you big buffoon." He could hear the smile in her voice and it made him smile brightly in turn. "But really, you should know by now I had no doubts you could do it." And he did, he always knew how much faith she had in him. That's why he didn't make a fuss when she told him she couldn't watch him fight anymore. It hurt to not see her standing there cheering him on anymore, but he understood. After his fight with Grimmjow... the way he was during it, he could tell it broke Rukia inside to see him like that.

"Ah, no worries." Ichigo cringed as he felt a strain in his neck making him grunt slightly.

"What's wrong?" Rukia asked, slight concern covering her overall casual voice.

Ichigo cracked his neck unsuccessfully before answering, "Hey, do you mind giving me a massage tonight?"

"Oh no no no, there Kurosaki-san. You remember what happened last time that happened. You went all perverted on me and started playing creeping hand."

"Oi I was drunk that day. And can you really blame me, I had a beautiful girl on top of me giving me the best massage of my life. Not to mention you told me to give you a massage too." He smirked knowing Rukia was blushing on the other end.

"Y-yeah, but I wouldn't call that a very platonic massage now would I Kurosaki-san." Her voice chimed like a bell.

Ichigo's smirk got broader and he unconsciously puffed out his chest a bit. "I don't know Rukia some would call what happened afterward a massage." He said suggestively.

A loud exhale of air, "Ichigo..."

"Yeah, yeah I know. One time thing." He continued to smile wryly knowing she enjoyed it just as much as he did. At least her moans still lingering in his brain helped him believe so, not to mention her satisfied look when it was all dead and done.

"Anyways, why don't you just do some yoga with me today instead? You did promise to try it out one of these days and its an even better stress and muscle relaxer."

"Eh, I don't know Rukia."

"Gah, Ichigo trust me, its not going to take away any of your bad assery points. All considering that you never had any to start with." She smirked.

"Not helping your cause Rukia."

"Fine then stay tense. I'm only giving you suggestions."

Ichigo sighed resignedly, "Fine. See ya round 6?"

"Sounds good Berry-chan. Signing off."

"You make life really hard Rukia." Ichigo said, agitation permeating his voice.

"You know what, I actually think I make it worth living." She said with a laugh.

Thinking she hung up, Ichigo smiled to himself then answered, "More than you know."