Author's Note: Okay, so its been a while and I said I would try to get this chapter out by this week but I have been SO busy at school and home and studying for tests and crap that I almost did not have enough time to write it. I also have not been able to come on because I got in trouble so im not even allowed on my compute right now, but since my grandparents are out for the night you get this… enjoy?

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SHIRO'S P.O.V.

I woke to a hand on my shoulder, shaking me gently back to consciousness. It was a small, fine boned hand, and from the feel of it delicate. I took the beatings from my 'Father' daily, but this, this hand careful and gentle in its urging, scared me. There had to be a reason this person was here, who ever they were. Manipulation? I wouldn't put it past Zangetsu to fucker with my head. 'Physical pain was not working, neither was emotional, hey why not try mental? Doesn't matter if he ends up snapping and going crazy, I can just get rid of him.' Those were probably the bastard's thoughts. But he would not win, no he could never win.

The hand on my shoulder shook me again, calling my name a few times in a sweet, soft voice. It was almost overly sweet. I opened one eye slowly, almost as though I were afraid of what would be there (which I was not!) only to see a little girl with light brown hair and eyes that were luminescent with purity and innocence.

"Shirosaki, please wake up now, we must pack." That sweet voice again roused me fully from my sleep. I sat up, rubbing my hand over my face to hide the wince as my torso objected to the movement.

"who th' hell are ya?" my voice came out not harsh but groggy with sleep. It would be kind of fucked to yell at a girl who might not have done anything.

"Kurosaki, Yuzu. Now please we must go."

"Go where? Why?"

"Father, Kurosaki Isshin, bought you and now you are a part of the Kurosaki family. Your father already signed guardianship over. But we need to drop you off to get Karin to practice and the game, so come on." She grabbed my arm and proceeded to drag me out of the house, but I was almost asleep again so I barely registered getting out the front door and being helped into a car.

The next time I woke we were pulling up to the front of a large house/clinic. Letting myself out (as I was not completely dead on my feet now) I stood and looked at it. it was a nice building, freshly painted and clean. The yard was neat and well kept. It was defiantly the house of someone with means but not so pretentious that people who needed help were intimidated to just walk in. it seemed to put you at ease, give you a sense of knowing it.

I waited for the goat-faced guy to unlock the door. Isshin, I think his name was. The inside was clean and furnished just to the point of looking comfortable and lived in, instead of the interior decorated strait from a magazine that was every room in Zangetsu's place.(excluding mine of course). I had only one bag with me, presumably packed hastily by a servant with my few belongings. I learned if you only kept the necessities it becomes almost impossible for them to take things away from you. Like not having happiness so someone else can't ruin it, you know?

I let the bag slung over my shoulder, not really listening to the old guy as we walked up the flight of stairs, only catching a few words like 'son' , 'shopping' , 'new bed' and 'boy bonding time' so I assumed after meeting his son, sooner or later we would get what they deemed I would need. But instead of being shown into a bed room, I found myself staring in a clean examination room. Goat face looked at me, then requested I unclothe my upper body. He commented on the quality of the wrapping and disinfecting of the wounds as here and there he cleaned and/or stitched a part of me. I sat silent wile he worked before pulling my p.j. shirt back on.

Again I was being lead up stairs. This time though I paid a little more attention so as not to be surprised again by the location we ended up in. turns out I would be sharing a bed with the 'son' till I got my own. I shrugged, I could live with that if I actually got to sleep. He opened a door, leading me into an off-white colored room that was sparsely furnished, clean and already had a figure asleep on the bed. The blankets pooled around a slim waist, and the muscled chest rose and fell with each breath, but just seeing him asleep was making me tired so I decide to finish my… evaluation *cough-checkinghimout-cough* at a later time. Considering it was about two in the morning, it could wait. Not hesitating in the slightest I crawl up on the bed, next to its inhabitant and pull the sheet over us. I shifted slightly and before I knew what happened I had a face pressed into my neck and a firm body molded to my own. I smiled, looks like he is the cuddle type.

I slipped into a dreamless sleep. Only darkness filling my resting mind, only to be awakened by the slamming of a door. I open my eyes, letting them trace every inch of visible flesh (and there was a lot of it) of the person who apparently either hadn't noticed or completely forgot I was here. Though I did almost moan when that tight ass wiggled to get into the jeans. This might be some fun…

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YUZU'S P.O.V.

I really hope now ich-nii is alright with waking to Shiro-nii in his bed. He can get kind of violent when surprised, I don't want to come home and find my house destroyed.

There… updated. If you don't like, then to bad. If you want to review it would be appreciated, but I will still update if I don't get them. After all, I write mostly for myself. Have fun!