Ichigo looks at the items that have been placed in front of him. In all honesty, he doesn't know where he's going to go with this. There are so many options to choose from, so many things in which could go horribly wrong if he chooses the wrong one. He runs his fingers through his orange hair, releasing a sigh of frustration. At this point, does it really even matter what he chooses anymore?

His sisters are 13, they should be happy with whatever he decides to give them!

He grunts and just decides to buy everything, waiting patiently for the lady to bag up the items and charge his card. He looks out the window, hoping that no one he knows sees in the shopping district of Shibuya. He's a man, the only reason a man comes to the Shibuya's shopping district is when they are shopping with their girlfriend, or if they have a show to put on for the night. And since he's not a drag queen and he's currently single, the media would have a field day in deciding which one he is.

He grabs his bags, which contains items for his sisters who are coming back from their class beach trip later today and items for Orihime. He only bought her a few clothes, socks, and boxers.

He refuses to buy underwear. That is something he absolutely cannot buy. The press will most definitely have a field day. Everyone in Japan knows who he is. If not for his family's company, then for the simple fact that he's a very huge crusader in the war on sex slaves and prostitution. If they see him buying women's underwear, then they'll only be much more in his life and they'll try to find out who his girlfriend is and other stuff which might reveal that he has a sex slave and he will be discredit and all of his work will be for naught.

In short, he can't buy her panties because his life and the numerous lives that he plans on saving will be ruined.

That and he doesn't know her size.

He leaves the store and walks the street, donning his shades praying that no one recognizes him.

"Ichigo! Ichigo wait up!" he cringes at the sound of his name. He contemplates not turning around and pretending that he didn't hear them calling his name. "ICHIGO, I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME NOW STOP BEFORE I SAY YOUR LAST NAME!" she threatens him. He stops immediately. The last thing he needs is a crowded sidewalk, he needs to hurry home. He doesn't trust his uncle around the girl, he doesn't trust him around her one bit. He has faith that his uncle is a good man, a greedy bastard, but a good person none the less. And he wouldn't, morally, see anything wrong with using a sex slave.

But as broken as that girl is, she is still a virgin. She's never been forced on, or anything of the such. So while she her life is bad now, if she was to be used for her "intended purpose," and if someone was to take away her virginity, he's certain that it might very well kill her.

"Finally, you ass! why haven't you been answering your phone!" Rukia, his partner in crime against the sex slave crusade. She's a really great, really powerful alley, and like him, she has money to back up their cause, however…

She's really pushy, annoying and she always prying into his life. She's actually much worse than the media. Sometimes, she knows things about his life that he has no idea how or why she would be privy to such information. But she's good at that, information acquisition, which is why he sought out her help in the first place.

"What is it Rukia, I have to get home." He grounds out annoyed.

"If you stop being an asshole for more than one second, I have something to tell you. There's ground being broken in America. They are making way against the sex slave trade in the U.S. One of the guys there have taking it to world court, suing their own government for emotional distress and the rights of freedom that is supposed to be covered in their constitutions and the bill of rights.

"It's this really huge thing, almost something of a civil cold war. He's agreed to speak with you and meet with you so that both of you can team up against this sick fad that's going on. Do you see how helpful this can be to your cause?" She looks excited, her violet eyes full of life and energy.

Ichigo nods his head, looking out into the distance. This is just the kind of publicity that they need. The more that people see the sex slaves as something negative and not this whole new and exotic way to show off their money, the less popular it will become and the easier it will be to abolish.

He grabs her arms, looking into her eyes and a smile on his face.

"Rukia, how can I get in contact with this man?"

Her eyes widens in fright. She looks at him as if he's some sort of monster. He frowns.

"What? What's wrong?"

"What was wrong with your face? It was the scariest thing I've ever seen in my entire life."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know if I can explain it quite right. But something was off with your face. It didn't look right"

"What the hell are you talking about Rukia. Nothing is wrong with my face."

"Yeah it was…it almost look like you were smiling."

He growls at her, tuning back to walk home. "I don't have time for this shit."

She laughs, rushing to keep up with him. "Yes, this is the asshole I know and love."

As annoying as she is, Ichigo couldn't help but smile to himself. She always comes through for him. This is a big step for them. This whole sex slave trade cans a distant horrible, dark memory of Japan's, no, of the world's past by the time he's forty.

And maybe there wouldn't be any more girls who would be broken and destroyed like the girl sleeping in his room, constantly battling her demons on her own.