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A/N: Here is the next chapter, also a petition. I hope you enjoy, Sam41999.

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"Ichi~!" he cooed to the little orange head sitting on the engawa with a bag of chips in his arms. The boy looked up to his crazy, annoying uncle and let out a long suffering sigh as if Kisuke was the child.

"Ki-jichan," Ichigo began seriously with a downwards quirk of his lips. "Oka-san won't let you baby sit me again if you're trying to use me for one of your experiments again."

The chocked sound the blonde made at the mention of Masaki made Ichigo sigh once again. Why his Uncle Kisuke was allowed to still see him was an honest to god mystery.

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"Ichigo-chan, I brought you some chocolate covered marshmallows!" Kisuke burst into the Kurosaki household with a bright smile on his face, and a giant bag cradled between his left and right forearms.

Ichigo merely looked up from where he was drawing with Tatsuki on the floor with a deadpanned expression before turning back to his work as if he wasn't there.

Tatsuki mirrored his actions before asking "Who's that?"

"Ignore him," the eight year old advised "He's just a crazy lunatic that freeloads off Oka-san's godly cooking."

The raven merely hummed in understanding as they both ignored the spluttering of the blonde standing at the doorway.

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"Leave me alone!" he yelled towards the blonde with a venom that Kisuke had never seen in his entire life. He couldn't help but think that this was all new for Ichigo as well.

"Ichigo, come back home with your dad and the girls." Kisuke pleaded, at this rate, he was not above begging.

Ichigo merely grabbed another rock from the bedside of the river and hurled it in the shop-keepers general direction with rage filled eyes. It missed by a longshot.

"Go away! I don't wanna go back!"

"Ichi," he said a little softer "Masaki is gone, but we're all still together and we need you just as much as you need us. Come home."

"I don't-!" he tried to scream again before a sob chocked in his throat and he tried again "I don't want-" this time he couldn't stop the tears from free falling and he tried to scrub an angry sleeve over his eyes "I don't want to go home." Ichigo cried, and this time he didn't stop the tears that fell as Kisuke embraced him in a tight hug.

"Everything's gonna be alright." He whispered to his ear as the little boy sobbed into his shoulder and his haori became wetter ad wetter "We can go back to the Shouten with Yoru and Tessai. It'll all be okay."

Ichigo only nodded into his shoulder, but his grip was tighter than ever and he didn't protest when Kisuke stood up with the little orange head in his arms.

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"I am not, under any circumstances, taking that book bag to school!" Ichigo yelled in indignation on his first day of middle school.

Kisuke mocked pouted as he lifted the normal blue book bag with an orange strawberry sowed on the corner. "But Tessai pulled an all nighter finishing it on time."

He crossed his arms in front of himself as if to ward off the effects of Urahara Kisuke –it was a moot point, Urahara Kisuke was unescapable. "I don't care! I'll be the laughing stock of the school!" with that final proclamation he turned on his heel and walked towards the front door of the Shouten.

Kisuke was left alone in the living room with a bag better suited for a girl and a childish pout on his face. "Why is it that Ichigo hates me yet prefers to spend the night here?"

Yoruichi suddenly burst into laughter making Kisuke turn back to give her a petulant expression. "It's not funny!" he whined.

Yoruichi just laughed harder.

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"So Plus are the normal ghosts that I see all the time, while those mask covered monsters are Hollows; Pluses that have stayed to long?" Ichigo questioned as he furrowed his brows while Kisuke merely nodded behind his fan.

"Exactly," he closed his fan to reach for his own tea "and Shinigami are in charge of reaping the Hollows and making sure the Pluses go to the other side –Soul Society."

Ichigo stayed silent as he stared at his cold tea as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. The fact that he hasn't seen a Hollow up until now, has him questioning who has kept him safe for the last 13 years of his life –going on 14.

"You're all Shinigami?" he pretty much states, and Kisuke freezes for half a second before placing his cup on the table again.

"Any particular reason for that train of thought?" he asks instead.

Ichigo stays contemplate before he heaves a long suffering sigh and turns up to stare into Kisuke's gray eyes "You guys feel different. Even Goat-face, though he feels fainter. And Ka-san… was not a normal human either. Her air smelled different too."

Kisuke snaps up to look at the boy so fast Ichigo's surprised he didn't get a whiplash. His stare is intense, and Ichigo almost squirms at the heat before the man relents his ferocity.

"I think… I need to call Isshin."

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"Kuchiki Rukia." Ichigo tastes the name on his tongue which gains him a curious expression from the petite Shinigami. "You're from the main family?"

Rukia gives him an incredulous expression as she gapes like a fish out of water "You- How do you know about that?!

Ichigo looks at her like if that were a stupid question before blurting out "Uncle Kisuke of course."

Not to be continued…

I hope you like this chapter, and have a nice Friday!