Tamix- Kay finally got unlazy enough to type this up and send it to TealEyedBeing....sorry for the somewhat wait....school started so the wait between chapters is gonna be a little longer. But here's chapter one, betaed by TealEyedBeing! ^^

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Ch. 1

Kisuke leaned back from where he had been attending to Ichigo. He sighed heavily, rubbing his legs, muscles sore from kneeling so long. His stomach growled, reminding him that he had missed dinner in favor of sitting for a couple of hours healing the vibrant haired teen. Kisuke glanced at the clock and grimaced. At twelve at night, he was going to forgo dinner in favor of getting a few good hours of sleep. He stood, wincing when his stiff knees cracked, and started to amble up to bed. He glanced back at Ichigo, and his conscience nagged at him to at least get a blanket so Ichigo wouldn't catch a cold in his weakened state. The part of him that wanted sleep however, vehemently denied this.

In the end, common sense won out with Kisuke reminding himself that talking to yourself is not exactly healthy, and went to get a blanket.

When he came back, he saw that Ichigo was awake.

Though not fully, he still looked kind of out of it, but conscious nonetheless.

"Welcome back to the world of the living, Kurosaki-san!" Kisuke said cheerfully while covering Ichigo with the blanket.

"H-huh? Where…am I?" Ichigo questioned weakly. He tried to sit up, but Kisuke gently pushed him back down.

"You're at my store. I healed you, and now you need to rest."

Either Ichigo was too tired to be suspicious or he believed Kisuke, but he nodded and closed his eyes again, falling back to sleep in mere minutes. Kisuke stood by the couch for a minute, watching Ichigo sleep. He felt himself nodding off on his feet after a few minutes more, and shook himself awake.

"Right, sleep. I need some," He reminded himself, and dragged himself to his room after one last glance at the fast asleep teenager.

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The next morning, Kisuke was dragged up out of a sound sleep by the phone ringing rather loudly.

"Someone please tell me what that phone is doing on the loudest volume possible when I'm trying to sleep," Kisuke muttered to thin air as he stumbled from his room to the living room to grab the phone.

"Hullo?" He answered sleepily.

"Oh, I'm sorry! Did I wake you?" The voice on the other end of the line asked worriedly. The voice was Masaki, presumably calling about Ichigo.

"No, it's okay. I was getting up anyways," Kisuke said, glancing at the clock on the wall. It read seven in the morning, and he winced. He had hoped for at least eight solid hours of sleep, but it looked like that wasn't happening.

"Alright then." Masaki sounded relieved.

"I assume you want to come see Kurosaki-san then?" Kisuke asked, though he already knew the answer.

"Yes! He is awake then?" Masaki questioned.

"Well, not at the moment, but he did wake up for a minute or two earlier this morning." Kisuke looked over at the sleeping orange-head.

"Oh, that's okay. Can we still see him?"

Sensing Masaki really wanted to see Ichigo, Kisuke gave up hope on going back to sleep.

"Yeah, sure. Is like in half an hour okay?"

"Alright, see you then!" Masaki sang cheerfully, and then hung up. Kisuke hung up as well, and went to get dressed. One thought hovered in his mind as he recalled Masaki's and his conversation the night before.

That Ichigo's stepfather wouldn't care if the orange head died.

Kisuke wondered who would want such a (dare he think it) cute kid dead.

He was about to find out.

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Roughly about half an hour later, Kisuke heard the bell on the store door jingle, and Masaki's cheerful voice rang out.

"Hellooooo!~ Urahara-san, are you here?"

Kisuke heard someone else mutter:

"Japanese, eh? Can't get away from 'em."

"Well, darling, we are in Japan after all."

Kisuke seemingly appeared out of nowhere (boy, did he love doing that to unsuspecting people), and the man next to Masaki jumped.

"Where th' hell did you come from?" He growled.

"Why, upstairs of course!" Kisuke answered innocently. With this, he aimed to test two things: if the man could understand Japanese, and what his reaction was.

"Looked like ya appeared outta thin air," He muttered. "I'm Bryan by th' way."

So he understood Japanese, but chose to speak English?

Interesting…

"Ah, Urahara-san, could we please see Ichigo?" Masaki asked, tugging on Kisuke's sleeve shyly. The blonde smiled kindly at her.

"Sure, follow me. I can't guarantee he'll be awake but you can at least see that he's alive and safe.

As he led the two into the living room where Ichigo was, he thought he heard Bryan mutter something along the lines of:

"Why should I care if he's alive and safe or not?"

For his own safety, he didn't mention it. He heard Masaki gasp as they entered the room.

"Ichigo…..my baby, you're alive!" She went over to Ichigo and kissed his forehead, then just sat and looked at him for a couple minutes. Bryan shuffled from foot to foot, and then coughed impatiently. Kisuke shot him a glare, and smiled at Masaki, who had turned back to them. She stood, walked over to Kisuke, and embraced him.

"Thank you so much," She whispered in his ear. "You saved my Ichi's life."

Kisuke smiled, and patted her back.

"It was my pleasure," He said modestly. "I'm just glad he lived. I assume you'll want to take him home now that he's stable?"

Masaki looked gleeful, and was about to say something, probably along the lines of "yes please", when Bryan quite forcibly interrupted her.

"Hell no! I'm sorry Masaki, but it's about time I told you the truth. I don't want this kid around at all."

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Tamix- There ya go! Hope you enjoyed! See, I couldn't have Isshin be this mean could I?