Thank you guys so much for reading and reviewing. I know I have been gone a really long time. I am in college and I had midterms and finals. I was hanging out with friends along with trolling/harassing people I really don't like (it takes a lot for me to hate you) and finally thinking of what to write next along with writer's block.

I do not own anime or cartoons and make no profit from my fanfics

I do not own any characters

Lots of thanks to Paper Fox for inspiring me

BTW..Any ideas of where this story should go will be greatly appreciated.

Warning: Yaoi

I know the punctuation/ grammar is not perfect…but, I'm trying.

Pairing: Ichigo/Shiro/Zangetsu/Muramasa

Ichigo woke up, his mind and spirit leaving his peaceful inner world. He looked down on himself and saw that he was erect and cum was sprayed over "What the hell"!. "Gone damn it….it's all over the place". "Hey Ichigo, it's time to get up, it's your turn to do the chores for tomorrow" said his sister Karin. "Hey, are you even up yet?". "Ugggh, hold on, he quickly wiped his "mess" with his blanket and rushed out of bed nearly tripping over his blanket in the process. "Yeah, I'm up so what chores do I have to do?". "Here you go" said Karin as she handed him the list. "O.k, it's just six chores, no problem". He closed the door and did a couple of stretches; easing out the kinks and numbness in his legs and back. He threw his now soiled blanket in the laundry bin and headed to the shower. Was this even possible, having a relationship with your own zanpakto?. No, it can't be, technically you are having sex with your own soul, which makes absolutely no sense. I wonder if Urahara can answer my questions, but at the same time, this is kind of embarrassing. Nobody knew that he was secretly gay.

Ichigo's inner world

Zangetsu sat stoically on the ground taking in another argument between Shiro and Muramasa. Those two are like cat and dog, hot and cold, he thought to himself. While Shiro was, outspoken and short tempered; traits inherited from Ichigo himself, Muramasa was courteous and collected. "I've had just about enough of you" said Muramasa as he brandished his sword. "Oh goodie, I've been itching for a fight all day now" said Shiro as he cackled wildly, spinning his sword wildly. "Enough" said Zangetsu as stood up and walked towards them. "What!, don't you dare interrupt us" shouted Shiro as glared at Zangetsu. "For once I agree with Shiro, I feel that words are not enough to make him understand the error of his ways" said Muramasa. "Perhaps a battle will make him see sense". Zangetsu sighed and pulled his sword off his back, waiting to strike if necessary. "This is not the right way; we three must cooperate so that Ichigo can become stronger". "Stronger…hahaahhahaaha, I give Ichigo all the strength that he needs, my job is to get rid of the weakest link"! said Shiro as he laughed and threw his dart toward Muramasa. Zangetsu immediately blocked Shiro's dart from reaching Muramasa who stood aghast at Shiro's speed and accuracy. Shiro slashed wildly at Zangetsu, who perfectly blocked each of his strikes. "I got you", said Shiro as his horizontal swipe drew blood from Zangetsu's lower back. Zangetsu rounded with a kick that sent Shiro flying. "Aaaaaaaaahhhhhahaaha, yes, yes gimme more" shouted Shiro his grin spreading even wider than before. "Muramasa, please stand back, when Shiro is like this, it is very hard to talk to him, let alone making him stop".

Shiro's POV

Snarling, insatiable blood thirst...I love the friendless creatures of the world, the ones who need nobody and nothing to keep a hold on their sanity. The ones who strive to get stronger and stronger. I admire their ruthlessness and their hostility. I'm not too happy with Zangetsu stepping between me and Muramasa. He is always playing the goddamn hero. I grinned at this notion and laughed. His spiritual pressure carried his scent along with Muramasa's. How good it smelled, how hungry it made me. I stuck out my tongue and tasted it and it did more than make me bloodthirsty, it made me excited. It was time to shed blood and let free my pent up desires.

Back to Ichigo

Ichigo ran down the stairs, he was hurrying so he would not meet his friends as this was a very private matter he wanted to discuss with Urahara alone. He opened the front door and stepped outside. It was a nice morning, the sky was a dull grey with a little sun streaming through, there was no hustle and bustle and Urahara's shop was only few blocks away from his house. He walked quickly; pondering how to explain his situation to Urahara. He couldn't lie to him, for Urahara was a very perceptive man. His best option was to come clean. He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he wasn't aware that he stood outside of Urahara's shop. "Morning Ichigo!" shouted Tsumugiya who cheerfully waved at him. "Oh, hey Tsumugiya, is Urahara around?". "Yeah, he's right inside, straightening out his shop as always" said Tsumugiya as he adjusted his glasses. "Is something on your mind, you looked trouble and you usually don't come this early?". "I just had a question about my zanpakto" said Ichigo.