dudes it took me forever to update this chapter and I'm sorry it took me so long. The next one will hopefully be sooner, cause of springbreak no homework and i have the computer to myself during th week. So anyway I couldn't think of the right way to open this chapter but who cares it's done and that's all that matters.

Disclaimer: I do not Own BLEACH or any of it's characters.

Chapter 3

Ichigo gaped at the figure in front of him. He couldn't believe his eyes and all he managed to say were a few incoherent words before slamming the door before Shirosaki could make his way inside. There were a few shouts and curses from outside the door that made a few people think twice before going that way.

Yuzu giggled a little at her brother's face while Karin went to check up on Shirosaki.

Before she could actually open the door, Shirosaki fazed through holding his nose. "Happy to see ya too, little Ichi." He spoke sarcastically. Ichigo huffed before flipping him off rudely.

Masaki smiled warmly at the injured clown, spreading her arms out so she could embrace Shirosaki. "Shiro it's been awhile since you last visited. How have you been?"

Shirosaki grinned at Ichigo as he was welcomed once again into the Kurosaki household. "Now this is what I'm talking about. Why can't you be like your mother and greet me like this Ichi?" Shirosaki asked walking over to Ichigo and wrapping his arm around him.

Ichigo grunted trying shrug off the clown's arm, noticing Shirosaki's attire. He wore a tight fitting blue t shirt and black jeans that looked a little snug on him. "What happen to the clown outfit, did you quit the circus and decided to be your life dream of being a fucking pervert." Ichigo hissed.

Masaki watched her son verbally attack Shirosaki with a warm smile on her face turning to her husband who was watching from afar. He had a grim look on his face. She already knew what was on his mind, but she wasn't going to voice it out loud.

"Come on Ichi, why so rude? I thought ya liked me?" Shirosaki smirked as a light blush tinted Ichigo's cheeks. Ichigo shoved his palm into Shirosaki's face causing his nose to gush blood. "Son of a bitch Ichigo!" Shirosaki held his face so the blood wouldn't get all over the place.

Masaki was already at his side before yelling at her husband to help him so she could take everyone to school. Isshin growled, but did what he was told and examined Shirosaki's nose.

"Your son hits hard. What the fuck do you feed that kid anyway?" Shirosaki asked, peeking over Isshin's shoulder to take a peek at Ichigo's ass. Isshin purposely put pressure on Shirosaki's nose causing the clown to cry out in pain. "Leave him out of this you damn clown. My wife may be able to forgive and forget, but I can't." He hissed.

Shirosaki grinned. He knew what buttons to press with Isshin and what not to press. It was fun as hell to piss Isshin off. Although he knew he was already injured he thought he push another button. Risky was it was he was willing to take that chance. "I want to fuck your son."

Three…

Two…

"What the fuck did you say?" Okay maybe it wasn't the greatest choice in words and it didn't take three seconds to react to that statement, but Isshin's face was red as a tomato. Shirosaki couldn't help, but laugh at the man.

"I said I wanted to fuck-"

Isshin seriously lost his control of his temper as he slammed his fist into Shirosaki.

Shirosaki slammed into the wall hard. His body slumped over, before it started shaking. Shirosaki lifted his head up laughing hysterically. "Damn ya should've seen ya face." He stood up like nothing had happened and by now the blood stopped flowing from his nose and he seemed perfectly fine.

Isshin hissed loudly, making it clear to Shirosaki that he was not pleased. He stalked out into the kitchen taking a seat at the table letting his head rest in his hands.

"Please anything but my son. You could have anything you want. Why my son?" He pleaded. Ichigo was precious to him and he couldn't see any reason why Shirosaki continually molested him.

Shirosaki should know by now that Ichigo wasn't interested. His may be gay, but he obviously hated Shirosaki's guts and most of the time he wanted him dead. Why couldn't Shirosaki see that? Did he really not understand the word no?

"Is it that hard to stay away from my son? Is it really that hard for you to understand that my son just isn't interested?" It was a rhetorical question that Shirosaki couldn't help but answer to ease the old man's mind to some point.

"I lust after him and whether you like it or not he is going to be mine. He's my payment. You already knew that after the show didn't you? This is what happens when you get involved with a devil." Shirosaki stated smirking at Isshin's pale face.

There was a tense silence between the two before both of their heads snapped up as the front door open.

Masaki could practically feel the stress radiating off her husband as she walked into the kitchen. Her face was plastered with a look of worry. "Did something happen while I was gone?"

Isshin shook his head not wanting his beloved wife to worry. He stood up wrapping a protective arm around her and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "Nothing my beautiful wife. Nothing." Shirosaki snorted in disagreement.

Masaki smiled her usual smile before walking over to the counter picking up a packet of papers. "Good because we are full today. You have a Mr. Taki coming in a hour, which gives you little time to clean up your office and other sorts. Oh and after that, Aizen is coming in for his monthly check up. His eyes seem to be getting better with your treatment." She smiled, gracefully brushing her hair back.

The mood seemed to change just like that when Aizen's name was spoken. Isshin had that goofy grin on his face and he quickly ran to his office to get things setup for the day.

"He's like a girl on her time of the month."

"Aizen is an old friend of his so he doesn't get to see him very often." Masaki glanced at Shirosaki's face, noticing his wounds of healed and his skin was back to its original deathly white color. "I don't think I could ever get used to your powers Shiro."

"Yeah well I don't think I could ever get used to your sweetness Masaki." He whispered back, leaning casually up against the doorway of the kitchen.

Masaki's expression changed from her usual happy go lucky face to a serious expression. "What is it that you want Shiro." She demanded coldly.

Shirosaki smirked. "Finally ya gettin serious."

Ichigo scowled at the person in front of him. It's not like he really cared whether he got into fights or not, but in this situation, he didn't know if he would even last, let alone live.

Kenpachi was grinning like an absolute maniac. "So you're that little strawberry, that Shiro's been talking about. You don't look like much of a fighter, but you do have a sweet looking ass."

Ichigo growled at the comment. "Fuck off Kenpachi, I don't have time to deal with your shit. So hurry up and state your business." He spat bitterly. From what he did remember from what Shirosaki had told him about Kenpachi is that even if he did take off running he wouldn't make it very far. Kenpachi was a fast runner and a pretty damn good fighter. It was hard for Ichigo to decide on what to do in the situation like this.

"Tell you the truth I just wanted to see what the big fuss was about. I don't see why he would want a mortal anyway, bunch of weaklings if you ask me." Kenpachi didn't understand why Shirosaki wanted a mortal in the first place. Mortals always depended on those who were stronger than them and couldn't do anything for themselves.

Although Ichigo knew Kenpachi just can't help, but be blunt from what he heard, but god he was already eating at the last of Ichigo's nerves. There was no way in hell he was going to leave without getting into a fight with Kenpachi first.

"Did anyone tell you that you are an ass?" Ichigo hissed clenching his fist up. Kenpachi nodded, grinning broadly. He could practically feel a fight coming on.

"Give it your best shot, Strawberry. I've been dying for a fight."

That's all Ichigo needed before he swung his bag into Kenpachi's face before letting go of it and taking off. Sometimes it was smarter to run then to fight anyway.

Kenpachi wasn't expecting a bag to come at him and he was stun to see Ichigo running the other way. He quickly recovered from his injury rubbing his cheek a little before taking off after Ichigo.

It didn't take long for him to catch up to Ichigo and Ichigo was tackled to the ground, thrashing about. "Fucking let me go, asshole!" It was getting harder and harder for him to breathe the way Kenpachi was leaning into him. "Fuck! Get the hell off of me!" He managed to gasp.

Kenpachi growled lowly as Ichigo continued to thrash below. This position they were in was turning him on and Ichigo's thrashing wasn't helping the situation. So Kenpachi did the only thing he could think of at the moment and that was to grind his erection into Ichigo's ass.

Ichigo gasped doubling his efforts to escape. There was no way in hell was he going have sex with fucking beast like Kenpachi. "Stop that now!" He yelled, feeling his face heat up.

"I don't see why I should if you're enjoying this." Kenpachi purred repeating his action. Ichigo tried to hold back his moan, but failed. His face turned a bright red in embarrassment. "Stop this now Kenpachi!" He whimpered hating the fact he was showing weakness.

"You know that stunt you pulled back there actually hurt. You owe me this much." Kenpachi huskily spoke flipping Ichigo so he was lying on his back. "Just relax and this will be all over soon." Kenpachi did quick work on Ichigo's shirt, revealing Ichigo's lean muscular chest. Ichigo gasped as Kenpachi attached his mouth to his nipple. Ichigo clapped his hands over his mouth muffling his moan.

This wasn't happening, Ichigo was not being thoroughly molested by this, this monster. There was no way in hell that he would let Kenpachi have his way with him. No way and no how. So with that in mind he calm himself long enough to cleanly connect his fist with Kenpachi's jaw.

Kenpachi grunted lifting himself up to rub his sore jaw. Ichigo on the other hand saw his opening placing both of his feet under Kenpachi's chest before kicking him against the nearest wall.

Ichigo thanked his father for all those surprise attacks and lessons. He never though he would actually hurt Kenpachi, but that didn't matter at the moment. He had only a few seconds before Kenpachi recovered.

"Ichi-chan!" A pink blur came out of nowhere tackling poor Ichigo. He could not get a break could he? He rubbed his head looking down into big round brown eyes. "Ichi-chan, where's Ken-chan?"

Inside Ichigo mentally groaned at the sheer thought of the strongman, but he knew the little pink girl so well by now when Shirosaki brought her over. Yachiru almost always with Kenpachi. "He's a-" He would rather not face that perverted man again, but Yachiru's eyes looked so pleading. So with a sigh he picked Yachiru up taking her back to the pervert.

Shirosaki was seating at the kitchen table across from Isshin and Masaki who looked rather displeased with him at the moment. "We're not handing Ichigo over so he can be your whore!" Isshin spat. Shirosaki smirked.

"Ya don't have much of a choose in the matter. It doesn't matter if ya give him up or not he's mine. As I recall, Masaki didn't ya say ya owe me your life?" he grinned wickedly as tears forming in her eyes.

"Yes, but I said I did, not Ichigo! I'm not handing my child over!" Her eyes slanted dangerously, along with her voice. The tears streamed down her face and she no longer cared to hold back her anger.

"But I did save his life so technically he owes me too." Shirosaki glanced up to see Byakuya standing in the doorway. "So I'm afraid this discussion we're having will have to be cut short. In the end ya lose. Ichi's mine and ya won't care." He stated coolly.

Isshin slammed both of his fist down onto the table. "What the fuck do you mean we won't care! Of course we will care he's our son!" Masaki gasped as Byakuya clasped his hands over her mouth.

"So did you have your fun?" He asked glancing over at the stun Isshin.

"Yeah, hurry up so I can get my prize and leave. I don't trust that dipshit Kenpachi with my Ichi."

"Very well. Don't worry Mr. and Mrs. Kurosaki you won't feel a thing after I'm done and in the end will have nothing to worry about." Small pink petals filled the room as both of Ichigo's parents lost sight of the crazy clown's grin.

"Nighty night."

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