More money…

I was stumbling down the street, the vision on my right eye blurred out. I make it to the exit, continuing to drag myself back towards the park.

He needs more money?!

It was dark out, and to my annoyance my arm refused to move; hanging limply by my side as blood dripped on the ground behind me. I must look like a total wreck.

How much more do I owe the fuckin' bastard?

I spot my van, sighing in relief. I had bandages inside; bandages and healing salve. I lean heavily against the body of the van, pulling open the door and sliding into the driver's seat; I cringe at the bloody smear I leave on the black surface, but I resign to clean it off later.

"Ahhh… shit…" I moan out in pain, laying my head back against the headrest. I glance in the back, double checking everything was in place. Of course it was; nobody would dare rob my fucking van.

Unless of course, you're a certain Ichigo Kurosaki; who has already stolen one of my chargers and a bungee cord for god knows what.

I sigh as I pull myself to the back, grabbing a first aid kit from under the small bed in the corner. I open it, pulling out a roll of bandages and groaning as I peel off my hoodie to reveal the gaping wound in my side. Damn Gin; he almost sliced too deep this time.

I muffle yells of pain as I steadily wrap the bandages around my body. There were soaked through in minutes; there was no way in hell I could move with this shit.

"Damn… I need a doctah or some shit…." I curse, setting the kit aside as I pull myself to the front of the van. I knew exactly where to go.

With a determined set of my shoulders, I slam my foot down on the gas.

.-.

"Ichi-nii! We have a code red in the front!" Yuzu yells, distracting me from taking my patient's temperature. I set the clipboard down, worriedly following Yuzu.

"Excuse me, sir, what's going on?" A mother asks, standing up from her seat and crossing her arms. I resist the urge to roll my eyes.

"A code red mam'; means we have someone coming in that is top priority and we'll have to call the hospital in while we keep them alive. I'll be back as soon as possible." I rush out, running into the reception room only to feel my insides clench at the sight in front of me.

It was Shiro. Shirosaki-fucking-Hichigo was leaning against the doorway holding onto his bloody side, looking paler than I had ever seen him before.

"So… how long does reception normally take?" he asks, and Karin rushes up with a stretcher. Shirosaki happily collapses on it.

"Karin! Surgery room! Yuzu, set up the tools and monitors! I'll be in in a second!" I yell, rushing to the desk and pulling out a surgery mask. I rush to the surgery room in the back, Yuzu hooking up machines while Karin rushed out to get Dad.

"Hey, King. Didn't know ya could do surgery." Shiro gasps, chuckling as I glare at him.

"Fucker, you know I'm a surgeon. I can't knock you out for this, so we're pumping painkillers in you; what the hell happened?" Shiro's chest was already exposed, so I used a scalpel to cut through the bandages quickly and expose the wound. I hold back a wince at the gaping cut, Shiro's ribcage showing clearly amongst the blood and muscle tissue.

"Okay, from here it looks like something cut through your ribs; and you might have internal bleeding from a scraped lung. This is gonna hurt like a bitch." I warn, opening up the wound and grabbing the bone fragments with tweezers; carefully maneuvering them back into proper place. Thankfully, it was a clean cut.

"Fucking Aizen Sousuke; the bastard had his lackey lodge a sword into my side." My eyes widen as I continue on, I knew that fucking name.

"Wait, your debt is to Aizen Sousuke?! You fucking idiot!" I yell, and Shiro chuckles.

"Yeah, I quite agree with you."

"Stop fucking moving!" I growl, hearing the sirens on the edge of my consciousness. I close the cut, wrapping it up in gauze right as the hospital nurses came in; quickly disconnecting the machines and carrying Shiro into an ambulance. I hop in with him, still wearing my bloody scrubs.

"Sir! You can't be in here!" a nurse yells, and I pull the mask off my face to face him.

"I just spent an hour fixing this dumbass up while you fuckers took your sweet time! Like hell I'm leaving him now!" I yell, turning back to Shiro.

"Glad ta know ya care so much, King." Shiro comments, and only his injuries kept me from slapping him upside the head.

"You! Motherfucker once you're out of this we are having a long fucking talk about who you fucking owe money too!" I growl, and for once, it seems like Shiro was thoroughly cowed by my anger.

"Yes, Ichigo-sama." He meekly replies, and I nod before turning back to the shell-shocked nurse.

"How long till we get there?" I ask, and the nurse shakily looks out the window.

"About 10 minutes, sir." I raise an eyebrow.

"Well, make it fucking 2." Shiro's cackling catches my attention.

"So, ya did get used to my drivin' after all, King!" he teases, and I roll my eyes.

"Shut the hell up Horse; you're dying, dying people don't fucking talk." I retort, just making the other laugh harder as the nurse gave us strange looks.

The hospital comes up quickly, and when we make it I hop out with Shiro (still in my bloody scrubs mind you) and follow the other doctors.

This was going to be a long night.

.-.

When Shiro finally woke up in his bed, I was waiting for him.

I was waiting for him with all of hell's fury ready to give him a tongue-lashing for his supreme stupidity.

"Uhhhhg… where tha' fuck am I?" Shiro groans, sitting up steadily and rubbing at his eyes. I cock an eyebrow, waiting for him to reorientate himself before I unleashed my lecture from hell.

"Sooooo… how much do you owe Aizen?" I question, shooting him my best death glare. Shiro's wide eyes shoot to look at me, and for once I could see guilt in them. After a couple moments of pained silence, he drops his head.

"$42 trillion."

If I had had a drink in my mouth, I would've spit it out all over the bed and Shiro's freshly bandaged front.

"$42 TRILLION?! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU BUY FROM HIM?!" I yell, making Shiro wince before glaring at me.

"I didn't buy anythin' from tha fucker; he has my dad." That stopped me in my tracks.

"Wait; he has your dad?" I question, and Shiro nods.

"Yeah, he grabbed 'im from under my nose a couple years ago; makin' me pay a huge ransom ta get 'im back. The original debt was just over 200 quad." My brain took a moment to compute; how the hell did Shiro get all that money?

"Our recent… ahem, job has really been powerin' me through the debt lately; so much so that he wants me bringing in more money with each meetin'. He finally decided I needed some motivation yesterday." Shiro groaned, rubbing his side gently.

"Wait… how tha hell do ya' know 'im?" Shiro asks, and I sigh before pinching the bridge of my nose.

"I went to college with the guy; he hated my guts and I hated his too. When I got top scores, he said something along the lines of 'bringing me down' and giving me a taste of humbleness." I groaned, pieces clicking together. "The fucker disappeared after graduation; never saw him again. Until today, it seems."

Shiro nods, grasping the sheets in his pale hands.

"Well then, guess I'll just have to help you along then; won't I?" I chuckle, and the pale man looks up at me in surprise.

"Ya sure? It's 42 trillion; it's hard cash." I nod, smirking when an idea pops up in my head. Well, it's better late than never.

I grab Shiro's chin and pull him forward; giving him a light peck on the lips.

"Don't worry, Shinji ought to have a couple trillion just from selling off our last haul; you'll be out tomorrow and we can pick it up. After you drop it off; I'll tell my family I'm going on a vacation with my boyfriend and won't be home for a while." I wink, giving him another peck on the forehead. "Doesn't that sound great, Horse?"

Shiro gives me a wicked grin, pulling me down for another kiss. I let out a little moan when he nips my bottom lip, forcing my mouth open before slipping in his tongue. I let him dominate, groaning as his tongue seemed to roll against mine before we both backed away to regain our breath.

"Yeah, sounds great, King." Shiro snickers, pulling me into a tight embrace. I hug back, smiling slightly.

"Seriously though, thank you." Shiro whispers, and I nod; kissing his neck and collarbone lightly.

"You know, we never continued what we started in your van a while ago~." I chuckle, and Shiro's grip tightened on my shoulder. I shudder as his mouth find my ear; nipping and sucking on the skin sensually.

"Well know, we certainly can't do t'at 'ere King; I don' want t'at male nurse walkin' in on me given my King a ride." Shiro pulls my shirt up, stroking my stomach and pausing at my nipples.

Before things could go any farther, however, a sharp cough came from the doorway.

We both look back to see my father and sisters, as well as the doctor, standing in the doorway with amused looks on their faces.

"Are we interrupting something?" the doctor asks, and I flush before realizing my position. I was straddling Shiro's lap, his tongue practically down my throat if they had been there that long. His pale hand was up my shirt, and from my nerves finally deciding to kick in for the rest of my body; I could feel Shiro's other hand squeezing my ass.

"N-No-! Nothing at all!" I squeak, quickly setting myself back on the chair next to the bed. "I was just… telling him how happy I was that he was awake." I mumble, and the doctor laughs while Yuzu chuckles, Karin rolling her eyes and Goat-Face giving a smile wide enough to cover the width of the Grand Canyon.

"Well then, if that's settled; Mr. Shirosaki Hichigo will be able to leave tomorrow morning as long as he has someone here to check him out. I'm guessing that will be you…?" he asks me, and I nod; flushing an even brighter shade of red.

"Yeah… I'm his boyfriend, Ichigo Kurosaki." The doctor nods.

"Well then, everything is in order. I'd ask if you wanted a separate room, but it seems like that isn't necessary. Well, goodnight. Checkout at 7:30 am." The doctor walks out, my dad and younger sisters in tow. The door closes, and I sigh before I'm suddenly picked up again by recognizably strong arms.

"Well now, why don' we get back ta what we started?" Shiro whispers in my ear.

I couldn't help but nod in reply.