A/N: Just a short story that I have been thinking about. I don't own any of the copyrighted material.

The war had ended and the Shinigami had been victorious. The narrow victory over the Quincy had been decided by the power of one man, Ichigo Kurosaki. Though he had won, it had nearly cost him everything, the current state of his power almost got him banned from the world of the living. With the help of Captain Kurosutchi and Kisuke Urahara he was able to resume his human existence. Looking down at the reiatsu suppressing bands on his wrists he could feel his full power returning.

"Damn." He muttered as he walked towards Urahara's. This would be the third set that had failed him, and he was running out of options.

Walking through the streets with his hands shoved in his pockets, he let the noise and commotion of Karakura wash over him. Most of these people would never know how close they came to losing everything they held dear... twice. Turning into the dirt lot, a pang of nostalgia hit him, he remembered the first time he dealt with the shady shop owner. A small smile crossed his face as he extended his hand to open the door.

"Getaboshi." He called out not seeing anyone in the front of the store. He chuckled to himself no one ever came into this store to buy anything, the amount of dust on the candy display could attest to that. The sole reason it remained open was because Kisuke was nefarious for overcharging the Shinigami whenever the required his help, he charged them the same if they asked for assistance or not.

"In the back Kurosaki-san." He replied back, as he fiddled with another set of suppressers for Ichigo.

Sliding the partition open he seen the mad scientist sitting at a small table in all his green clad glory. He was fascinated by the way Kisuke was weaving a special kidō in the new wrist bands.

"I hope those ones work better than these pieces of crap." He muttered taking a seat across from the ex-captain. Raising a hand to decline when Tessai appeared from a side room to offer him some tea, he waited for the man to start speaking.

"Those pieces of crap, as you so eloquently put it, were designed to hold twice the amount of power as Zaraki's eye patch." He stated setting the completed device on the table between them. "If your control wasn't so abysmal they would work properly instead of burning out after a few weeks."

"I've been working on it." He easily responded reaching between them and snagging the device. Discarding the old ones he slipped the new ones on, the effect was immediate he felt like someone had thrown a giant blanket over all of his senses and that he just ran a marathon.

"We can't keep going about your problem this way, what would happen if you burned out your suppresser and couldn't get a new on?" He asked.

"I said I was working on it." Ichigo quipped back, getting used to the stronger restraints.

"You're not working fast enough, sensors in the Seireitei picked up that massive burst of reiatsu you released when those failed. As such Head Captain Kyōraku is giving you a one month leeway to gain control or you will be forced to live in the soul society." He replied seriously pulling his hat over his eyes, he had to make Ichigo take this seriously.

Ichigo for his part didn't respond, he just kept his gaze focused on a dark spot on the wooden table. It wasn't like he hadn't tried repeatedly to suppress his strength, every time he set up a damn his reiatsu responded by destroying it.

"Is Yoruichi around?" he asked, she had been the one helping him with his problem.

"She's in the training ground waiting for you." Taking a sip of his tea he watched the orange haired teen exit the room.

He exited his body before he opened the hatch to the training grounds so he could jump down instead of climb. With a soft thump he landed kicking up a small amount of dirt. Letting out his senses he tried to pinpoint the were cats position, just like all the other times it was nowhere to be found. Cautiously he moved at the speed of a lazy shunpo, too many times she had caught him off guard and ambushed him.

He came to a stop when he spotted her sitting on an outcropping of rocks, a serious look plastered on the normally playful woman's face.

"You all right? You look like someone stole your favorite scratching post." He joked as he approached her.

"I'm fine, just thinking is all." She said while standing up and brushing the dust of her pants. She gave his zanpakuto a casual glance. She would have never imagined he would become a dual wielder, but with Ichigo she stopped being surprised by his ever changing powers a long time ago. The boy could pull off miracles, but couldn't pick up one of the basic fundamentals of an academy student.

"You're frustrating." She stated plainly, motioning for him to take a seat so they could get started.

"And you're not the first to tell me that." He snarked back rolling his eyes. He understood her frustration, it pretty much mirrored his own. The repeated failures of their training was wearing both their nerves thin.

Taking up the top of his shihakusho as he was instructed to do during his first training session he took the jinzen pose. He didn't flinch when he felt her finger drawing a small circle in the center of his back.

"Just like before, let your reiatsu follow my finger until it's in the container and keep it there." She said softly as she trailed a dark complected finger up his right forearm, over his bicep and shoulder finally letting it come to rest inside the circle she had drawn.

Smiling to herself when she didn't feel anything from the limb she repeated the process on his other side. She let out a soft sigh when he jumped when her finger trailed up his leg, letting everything in the container loose. Yes this was a slightly intimate way of learning, but it was the way she learned from her mother centuries ago. In her opinion it yielded the best results, well unless the one you were teaching was an anally repressed prude. The first few times were kind of cute when he would blush and sputter, now she just found it annoying.

"You need to concentrate, how are you ever going to get a girl if you spaz at a mere touch?" She chided, restarting the process.

"Sorry." He mumbled. It wasn't like he wanted to constantly act like a spaz, but the tickling intimate touches always made him lose his focus.

"Have you tried talking with your Zanpakuto? Usually they help with control." She asked stopping the session.

"Yeah they weren't very helpful, the bastards." He huffed in annoyance.

"What did they say?" she asked moving a strand of purple hair out of her face. Sitting in front of him she seen his face contort into an annoyed expression.

"Zangetsu told me to get laid, and the Old Man only muttered something about my mind, heart and instincts being out of sync… whatever the hell that means." He responded leaning back on his hands.

"Maybe you should listen to them. I'm sure I could help you." She winked before laughing when his eyes bulged and he started sputtering.

"What the hell! I'm not some sort of pervert, and besides I don't even have a girlfriend." He exclaimed as a small blush made its way to his cheeks.

"That would be your own fault." Yoruichi mumbled quietly. Honestly he had to be the densest person in the whole world.

"What was that?" he asked getting up and following after her, he heard her mumble something before she got up and walked away.

"Nothing, just keep communicating with Zangetsu, if there's a way to help you I'm sure he would know." She called over her shoulder before shunpoing away.

"Well that was a complete waste of time." He groaned, rubbing his temples with his hands as he walked down the street.

He knew that the Soul Society would expect more than the inventions of Urahara, that's why he had been training these past few months. All he had to show for his efforts were minimal at best, he could draw his power into a container, but if he tried anything as simple as taking a step it exploded. Absently he kicked a rock down the street a feeble attempt at occupying his mind, now that he had a dead line he knew he was in trouble.

"You're an idiot." Zangetsu stated in his double layered voice.

Choosing to tune out his Zanpakuto for the moment because he was coming up to his house. Glancing at his watch he groaned, he knew his old man was going to be an ass about him arriving late for dinner. Honestly he was 17 and almost done with high school a 7 o'clock curfew was beyond annoying. As predicated he had to duck a flying kick as soon as he opened the door.

"You're late!" Isshin roared as he readied his second attack.

"Will you knock it off?! I'm too old for a curfew anyway!" He barked back, deftly side stepping a punch. Grabbing the extended limb he pivoted burying his shoulder before flipping him over his shoulder. For good measure he kicked him in the ribs when he tried to stand sending careening into the wall, ending the fight.

Before he could make it down the hall a large hand landed on his shoulder, he spun and was about to resume the fight when the sight of his dad's serious expression stopped him. Seeing the bearded man motion towards his office he nodded and followed after him.

"Kisuke called." Isshin started.

"If you knew what I was doing why the hell did you attack me?" Ichigo interrupted, mildly annoyed at his father's previous action.

"Because I always attack you." He smiled, seeing the are-you-shitting me look his son was giving him, he added, "plus Karin and Yuzu would suspect something if I didn't."

"So you know I have a month before I'm probably going to have leave here." It wasn't a question, seeing the sad look his father gave him made him worry.

"You're too young to go to Soul Society, have you tried the Shiba method I mentioned to you?" He asked leaning forward and resting his elbows on his desk. He knew it was a long shot, the methods the Shiba used were taught at a very young age. As such it wasn't surprising that kiddo came as naturally as breathing to them.

"It didn't work, every time I try it's a disaster." He replied, thinking about the times he used the method Ganju and his old man had tried to teach him.

"Not surprising, it's supposed to be taught young when a person's power is low, so by the time their true strength comes the technique is as natural as breathing." He replied scrubbing a hand over his face. The last thing he wanted was to lose his son. He knew he would be fine on the other side, but it was seventy years too early for him to be there permanently in his opinion.

"I'll figure something out, I always do." Even to his own ears it sounded like a shaky promise at best.

With nothing left to be said he exited the office and made his way towards the dining room where he could her his sisters talking casually. Leaning against the door he smiled at the scene of Karin going on about how she creamed a bunch of guys at soccer, while her sister smiled warmly and listened. Karin's voice broke him out of his daze a moment later.

"How long are you going to stand there smiling like a creeper Ichi-nii?" She drawled, seeing him put on a fake smile made her eyes narrow. She's seen this act before, something was wrong and just like the other times he was trying to hide it from them again.

"I wasn't creeping, I was just listening to your story." He scoffed before giving them what he hoped was a reassuring smile.

"Well eavesdropping is kind of creepy Onii-chan." Yuzu quipped playfully, oblivious to the tension rolling off her twin. "You're just in time, dinners ready."

To say dinner was awkward would be an understatement, Karin had her eyes trained on him to a frightening degree. He knew she seen through his bullshit façade. Seeing that she was going to question him as soon as dinner was done, he underhanded suggested she help Yuzu with the dishes even against Yuzu's protests. Ducking into his room he locked the door behind him. It wasn't that he didn't want to tell his sisters, he just didn't want to worry them unnecessarily.

'Come to think of it I don't want to be the one to break the news if things don't work out.' He mused as he walked over to his desk, clicking on his lamp he noticed a strange book. It was old and worn, with a leather cover.

'Maybe Goat-chin got it for me to help with my control?' He wondered.

Shaking his head he set it aside and started on his homework, after all he found himself behind yet again after his participation in the Quincy war.

'Focus, focus, focu…' he kept reminding himself as he tapped his pencil absentmindedly on his desk, stealing another glance at his clock he groaned when he realized it had only been fifteen minutes since he started. Closing his math book he shoved it harshly away from himself, before pulling the new book in front of him.

His curiosity quickly turned to confusion, when the book contained nothing but pictures of what he assumed to be female demons. Pictures on the left page and what appeared to be sigils written in languages he couldn't understand on the right.

Stopping on a particular demon he couldn't stop the blush that crept up his cheeks. She was beautiful, standing with her back to him in an alluring pose, while looking over her shoulder at the person who sketched the picture. She was wearing dark thigh high boots that came up to her mid thighs, a pair of black skin tight shorts revealing the bottom of her bum, black gloves reaching past her elbows and what appeared to be a black vest. The thing that stood out the most was her pitch black horns that framed her head in the similar style as a rams, she also had dark pink hair and matching eyes.

Hearing some chuckling from his inner world brought him out of his mussings.

'The hell is so funny?' He questioned his zanpakuto. Getting no response he mumbled, "Worthless white bastard."

Something about this book was unsettling, he couldn't put his finger on it. What was worse is that he couldn't tear his eyes away from the picture as he absently traced his finger around the sigil.

"Where the hell did this come from and why was it in my room?" he asked aloud. Locked in his own thoughts he failed to notice the sigil shimmer slightly in the book as he continuously traced.

A bright light from behind him startled him as he quickly spun around, instantly grabbing his combat pass ready to fight. Line after line traced itself along his floor making a circle of bright blue, the more that filled in the more he came to recognize it as the same symbol in the book. Stealing a quick glance back at the book, his stomach dropped when the picture of the sigil and demon were missing.

As the light started to shine brighter he paled when a crown of pink hair started to emerge from the center.

Inch by agonizing inch the form of the demon appeared, his heart thundered in his chest when an unfamiliar sensation washed over him. For reasons unknown to him he wasn't afraid, he felt waves of desire shoot through his veins as he stared at her hovering just above his floor.

As the light died down and she floated softly to the floor, he realized that he had momentarily stopped breathing. Shaking the head he began to fight back control of his body willing it to raise a hand as she slowly approached him.

"W-wait! What the hell is going on?!" he asked, receiving an impish smile in return.

"Don't be shy." She said gently, her voice caressing him like a warm summer's breeze. She loved summoners like him, she could hear his heart beating wildly in his chest.

"What are you?" he asked again in a low threatening voice, effectively stopping her advance on him.

"You summoned me and you don't know what I am?" she asked a touch of mirth entering her voice. Reaching her hand up, she unzipped her vest before answering his question. "I'm a Yokubō no akuma."

"A lust demon." He repeated, blowing out a shaky breath as he turned his head away from the now bare chested woman. He jerked his head away when he felt her hand make contact with his face.

"Why are you so nervous?" she questioned tilting her head cutely to the side, "I'm not her to hurt you I'm here to grant all your desires."

Subconsciously licking his dry lips he brought his eyes back to hers, with the will power that made him a legend he managed to keep his eyes above her neck.

"I didn't mean to summon you, I'm sorry for troubling you. So if you could would you please leave." His voice started out soft, but gained more conviction towards the end of his sentence.

"Accident…"she whispered to herself, before she peeked back up at the man in front of her. He was different from the lowlifes that usually called her forth, he was handsome, strongly built without an ounce of fat on him and had the most piercing brown eyes she had ever seen.

"I can't go home until I've fulfilled my contract." She stated stepping further into his personal space placing a gloved hand on his chest. She almost giggled when his muscles jumped under her touch.

"W-what contract?" He stammered, he sure as hell didn't remember forming a contract. Gripping her wrist he moved her hand off of him.

"A contract of the flesh, I become your erotic dream and in return you give me a portion of your life force." She purred in a sultry voice, her own breathing began to pick up. The closer she got to him the more she could feel an unknown power wafting off him, it was so potent she could almost taste it.

"Not happening." He replied easily, he almost winced at the hurt expression that crossed her face when he shot her down. Walking to his dresser he pulled out a tee shirt, before throwing it to her. "Put that on."

"W-what, you're rejecting me?" It was her turn to stammer at his abrupt denial. This definitely put her in a bind she hadn't been lying about not being able to go home, until the contract was carried out. A rule she never thought about, but right now in her opinion needed to be removed. She knew it was in place to keep the members of her race from going to the world of the living and screwing around instead of fulfilling their obligations. Honestly this was the first time she had even heard of a Yokubō no akuma being turned down, hell her kind was renowned for seducing the holiest of men in seconds.

Pulling the shirt on, she stared back at him in a daze.

"Yes I am." He nodded back confidently he didn't know how this happened, but she sure as hell wasn't giving his first time to a demon.

"What am I going to do?" she whispered to herself, if anything it made her want to ravage the man in front of her even more, "I wasn't lying when I said I couldn't go home until my contract was complete."

"Damn it." He groaned. He had never been the type of person to turn his back on someone that needed help. "Look I know someone that may be able to help, but we're not going across town with you looking like that."

He blushed all over again when she looked down and tugged at the shirt before removing it.

"Better?" she questioned with a seductive smile. The blush on his cheeks made a warmer smile appear on her face, at least he wasn't repulsed by her. A question floated across her mind, one that she thought was absurd, but had to get an answer for.

"Are you a virgin?" His bulging eyes and sputtering were all the answers she needed. Lifting a hand up to stifle her giggle, her eyes danced with mirth when a wicked thought entered her mind.

'Challenge accepted.'

"My name is Raku by the way." She stated extending a hand, completely comfortable with her own nudity.

"Clothes!" he snapped back.

"Your name is clothes? What an odd name." she replied tapping a well-manicured nail on her chin.

"No, put on some clothes!" He all but yelled, taking in a shuddering breath he regained his composure. "My name is Ichigo Kurosaki."

"Mmm that sounds absolutely delicious." She purred licking her lips. Once again stepping into his personal space touching the side of his face. "Thank you for helping me Ichigooo."

Take her to Getaboshi's and leave her there… take her to Getaboshi's and leave her there. He repeated the phrase in his mind like a mantra, the simple way she moaned the last syllable of his name made his pants tighten minutely. With her generous curves and personality she was temptation personified, and for the love of god she was just wandering around topless. He breathed a sigh of relief when the blue light shimmered around her again, when it died away she was standing in a simple white sundress and her horns had vanished. Though it was better than her earlier outfit it still left little to the imagination.

"Ready to go?" She asked blinking up at him innocently. Seeing him swallow the lump in his throat was a much needed confidence boost, after the rejection dealt a huge blow to it.

Jumping out his window he waited below ready to catch her when she jumped, to his surprise she floated down casually and quirked an eyebrow at him.

"Aren't you quite the gentleman." She beamed latching onto his arm, she rested it securely between her generous bosoms before stating, "If you're going to escort me around town you are going to do it properly."

The only thing he could respond with was an annoyed grunt as he trudged the familiar path to Kisuke's. He just prayed that no one that knew him would be out at this hour. His traitorous eyes shifted to the side and down looking directly at where his arm was wedged, and lord help him they were even softer than they looked.

"I like it when you stare at me like that." She stated playfully squeezing his arm a bit tighter. His simple gaze put a small bounce in her step.

"I wasn't staring." He denied futilely after having been caught in the act.

A small 'shit' escaped his lips when up ahead standing in front of a vending machine was none other than Keigo. Eyes darting to the left and right trying to find an alternate route around his friend, this was exactly what he wanted to avoid. Keigo was a friend of course, but he was also gossiped more than any of the girls in school combined. As if getting a nut shot from fate his hyperactive friends head snapped up and in his direction.

"It's like he has a damn radar." He mumbled to himself, missing the confused look Raku gave him.

His mumbled words never reached her ears before she heard the shout coming form down the street. Turning startled eyes in the direction the noise came from, seeing the man blurring towards them she unconsciously snuggled closer to her orange haired chaperone.

"Who's this buddy?" Keigo asked teasingly stopping a few feet away from the two. He shamelessly let his eyes move appraisingly over the girl in front of him.

These were the type of guys she was used to dealing with… shameless perverts. She could almost feel him undressing her with his eyes, she was surprised to find herself annoyed by his presence. After all shameless perverts were her stock and trade, but the reprieve Ichigo was giving her from her daily life was enjoyable to say the least. Detangling from her guide she raised a hand in greeting.

"Hello my name is Raku, what's yours?" She asked in a relatively normal voice, not the teasing or sensuous one she had been using with the man next to her. She could feel the annoyance rolling off Ichigo in waves and felt herself feeling the same way.

"I am the totally awesome Keigo Asano!" he exclaimed wiggling eyebrows at her. "What's a pretty girl walking around with a delinquent like this for?"

"She's a family friend and I was just showing her around for the day." Ichigo gritted out, Keigo was a friend so he let the jab at his appearance slid… barely.

"You've been showing her around all day! How cruel of you! I thought we were friends!" He whined with his eyes closed, missing it when his friend escaped with the pretty girl on his arm. When he finally stopped his tantrum he roared to the heavens, "Damn you Ichigo!"

Hearing his friend's exclamation echoing through the streets, he released a long suffering I-don't-believe I-put-up-with-this-shit sigh.

"Well he was quite energetic." Raku laughed as Ichigo pursed his lips before letting a scowl slip on his face, "That scowl makes you look very attractive."

Looking back at her he just shook his head, teasing was nothing new to him. With Yoruichi and Rangiku in his life he had started to build up a small immunity to it, anything but outright flashing him and he was able to keep his composure. He stopped in his tracks when a thought struck him.

"Hey if you need someone to fulfill a contract, I'm sure Keigo would be more than happy for your um… services." He said rubbing the back of his neck in obvious discomfort. Surprisingly she didn't look the least bit offended by his idea.

"If I could transfer contracts that would work, but you summoned me so you're stuck with me." She said before sticking her tongue out at him playfully. "You know we wouldn't have had to go through all that if you had just agreed."

"Like I said that's not happening." He reaffirmed, this time actually releasing a small chuckle. "Finally we're here."

"The friend that can help me lives in a rundown candy store?" She asked sounding less than impressed.

"Believe me as odd as he is, he's probably the smartest person I've ever met." Ichigo ground out, complimenting Kisuke on anything wasn't a pleasant feeling, if the mad man every found out he would never hear the end of it.

Glancing at his watch he realized it was after ten, not one to be detoured he gave the door a couple swift bangs with his unoccupied arm.

"Well isn't this a pleasant surprise." Kisuke quipped as he slid the door open, instantly hiding his face behind his fan. "Who is this lovely young lady Kurosaki-san."

"Cut the shit I need your help." Ichigo snapped walking past the man into the store.

"Since you asked so nicely, how can I be of service?" He retorted mockingly, the soft taps of his geta echoing through the shop as he made his way to the back room.

Listening patiently as Ichigo explained the story, with a few add-ins from the girl now known as Raku, he couldn't help the grin that tugged at the corners of his mouth.

'You've found a bit of trouble with this one Ichigo.'

"So let me get this straight, after you got home you found a book waiting for you in your room." Receiving a nod he continued, "In this book were a bunch summoning sigils and pictures. Somehow without even realizing it you summoned a Lust Demon, and now said demon is stuck here because you won't fulfill the contract."

He wanted nothing more than to leap across the table and strangle the shopkeeper, the man didn't have to enjoy his misery as much as he obviously was.

"Well this problem is an easy fix." The hatted man stated with a sagely nod.

"Really? How so?" Ichigo asked hopefully.

"Hold up your end of the bargain." Kisuke shot back flashing the flustered teen a winning smile. He smiled wider when he received a thumbs up from Raku.

"He really is as smart as you said he was." She cooed moving closer to the teen. A laugh escaping her at the scathing look that was shot at her.

"Awe, I'm touched Ichigo, you've been speaking highly of me." He teased with mock sincerity. Getting the glare directed at him he continued. "Let me see the book and I will see if I can open a gateway back for her. You really are no fun, you know that right?"

"Bite me Getaboshi." He sneered sliding the book across the table. Glancing at Raku he cut her off, "and no you can't bite me."

"You really are no fun." She pouted, before placing her hand in his lap under the table making him jump.

"Well I'm not going to be able to do this instantly Kurosaki-san. So if you two would be so kind." He stated motioning towards the door.

"Well I was thinking that she could stay here, that way when you figure out a way she's already here." Ichigo asked with a little hope in his voice. 'Please don't screw me over here Kisuke.'

"Sorry Kurosaki-san no can do, if I'm reading the text here correctly the summoned has to stay with her charge until the contract has been completed." He lied smoothly shooting a wink to the pink haired girl when Ichigo hung his head, receiving a dazzling smile in return.

"Does it say that or are you bullshitting me?" He asked with narrowed eyes.

"It's right here, read yourself."

"You know damn well I can't read that!" He seethed

"Then you have to take my word on it. You know you can trust me."

Raku had a bright smile on her way back to the Kurosaki household, she didn't know that shopkeeper very well, but she definitely liked the way he toyed with Ichigo. Speaking of which he hadn't said a thing since leaving the shop. He still let her hold his arm, but his lack of reaction made it pointless. When he finally spoke it startled her a bit.

"Can you go back in through the window? I'd rather not have to explain anything to my Old Man tonight." He asked in a tired voice. Seeing her smile and walk around the side of the house, he fished out his keys and entered. Thankfully there was no one awake so he made a beeline for his room. Seeing Raku staring at him curiously he walked over to his closet before pulling out a futon, blankets and some pillows. Setting up a bed on the floor he turned back to her, too tired to blush he just averted his eyes when she was fully nude and back in her demon form.

"I'm not sleeping on the floor." She stated haughtily turning her nose up at the idea.

"Fine take the bed I'll take the floor." Ground out in annoyance.

"You can sleep on the bed too if you want." She told him.

"Just go to sleep I'll be fine on the floor."

He was different, different was good she thought as she watched him climb into the futon. She knew he wasn't even asleep yet when she climbed out of the bed and under the blankets with him. A smile tugged at her lips when he didn't complain.

'He's probably too tired to complain.' Either way she counted it as a win in her book as she curled in closer to him.

A/N: Chapter one out of the way this isn't going to be an overly long story, but I hope I can make it enjoyable. I don't really know how to describe Raku she's kind of an OC, but she's based of a hentai video called Akuma no Oshigoto a picture of her is next to the story description. Read, review and enjoy.