"Be strong, Ichigo. Live well, grow old well, grow bald well, and then die long after I've died.

And if possible, die with a smile on your face.

Otherwise, I'll never be able to face Masaki."

~Kurosaki Isshin~

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For the Love of Ichigo

Chapter 12

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As he traveled through the town at nearly the speed of light, Ichigo Kurosaki had only one thing on his mind. It involved taking out the liver of one called Isshin Kurosaki.

As his house came into the distance, Ichigo jumped down to the windowsill of his room. He wanted to get back into his physical body so he could cause the old man some physical damage. It wasn't fair the way his father continued to interfere with his life. He was a grown man, for heavens sake.

Once he dropped down into his body, his anger subsided a little. On one hand, he he could understand why his father did what he did but he didn't approve of his method of doing what he did. If he wanted him to start seeing someone then he would have told him to go to hell first instead of going through all of this trouble.

The tiff of dark hair greeted him as he walked slowly and softly down the stairs. He wasn't going to let his father get away with this.

0o0o0o0o0

As he popped open a can of beer and settled in front of the television, Kurosaki Isshin was giving himself a silent pat on the back. Not only did he single handedly turn the Soul Society on its side but he has finally gotten his son engaged to every single woman there. Ah the possibilities.

Before he had a chance to turn the channel from one of those disgusting rap videos, he felt his muscles tense up. His muscles usually tensed up over two things and one of those things had been dead for about 12 years so he knew it wasn't that.

That Reiatsu?

'Ichigo was home?'

He rose to his full height anticipating the 'Oi Old Man' that was sure to come. He waited and he waited. But, it never came.

Isshin scowled his face turning into one of intense concentration. Usually his son greeted him whenever he came home. Could it be his son had somehow found out about his plan?

"Nah, he's smart but he's not that smart" he remarked mostly to himself.

He rounded the corner to go up the stairs, just in time to be greeted by the scowling orange haired shinigami sitting on the top step.

"I-cccccchhhhiiiigggoooo" he bellowed to his son before he raised his leg to attack.

The look his son gave him was enough to stop him in his tracks.

At that point Isshin came to a moment of realization.

Ichigo had found out about his plan.

'How?'

0o0o0o0

After 5 intense minutes of silence, the 20 year old man finally spoke up.

"Dad..."

Isshin looked into his son's face. His own contoured in the same way. One of absolute shock and awe. At the age of 20, Ichigo was finally starting to look like him.

"Yes, son?"

Before he had a chance to react a face-palm to the face sent him flying across the room knocking over the oak dinner table that once sat in the now demolished kitchen. Isshin stood up slowly, taking a moment to acquaint himself with the emergency exits and to look for any signs of anger on his son's face.

Surprisingly there was none. Ichigo's face was one of intense calm and absolute concentration. But on the other hand, he did locate the nearest emergency exit.

"Ichigo?" Isshin tired again.

Silence.

"Ichigo"

Silence again.

The dark haired shinigami just stood there awaiting his son's next action.

"What the hell were you thinking old man?"

'Finally he speaks.'

"I don't know what you are talking about Ichigo" the former royal guard captain replied.

"You know very well what I am talking about Old Man" he responded. His brown eyes boring into the eyes of his own father searching for any signs of lying.

Isshin noted the look of determination on his son's face. He sighed and looked down. Now it was time to drop the facade.

"I did it for you"

Ichigo's look was incredulous.

"You did it for me? I didn't ask you to do this for me!"

Isshin finally turned to his son a glum expression making his features but he remained silent.

"Before I kill you, at least tell me this. Why did you do this?"

Isshin finally raised his eyes to his son, his eyes full of pain.

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"Ichigo, I'm dying"

And for once, Kurosaki Ichigo was rendered speechless.

0o0o0o0o0

As he watched from the plate glass window, a smile made its way to the blond scientist face. The fan he always kept over his face snapped closed.

"Who knew Isshin could think on his feet so well? Well done Isshin...Well done"

He turned and stepped onto the sidewalk and walked away from the house slowly.

Now that was done, now it was time to implement the next step of their plan.

Things for once was going just as planned...

Or so he thought...

0oo0o0o0o

"So do we go home now" Isane of the Fourth division asked the other women who were assembled next to her.

The captain of the fourth division who was once silent stepped forward her blue eyes surveying the scene carefully. "Yes, we have no need to be here. Let's go home"

"Wait, we still have to get Ichii" the pink haired SWA president replied jumping up and down happily.

Nanao took a step forward this time closing her large textbook, that seemed to accompany her everywhere, she focused her blue eyes on the pink haired girl.

"If we leave then you can go get candy"

The bouncing pink haired girl stopped, seemingly calculating.

"Okay" she replied happily.

The women gave a collective sigh. Today had been too much even for them.

Nanao gave a nod to the 12th division lieutenant.

And with that Nemu stepped forward and opened a senkai gate so they could go back to the place they rightfully belonged.

Soul Society.

0o0o0oo

As she watched the other women disappear, Rukia turned to face the once familiar group of people she once knew.

She nodded to the dark haired young man who now occupied the space next to the burnt orange haired young woman.

"Ishida"

The raven haired man didn't answer. Instead he narrowed his eyes in greeting.

Rukia smirked to herself. Even after all these years, he was still the same pompous, arrogant, man with a stick up his...

A soft voice interrupted her thoughts. "Rukia"

She turned to the source of the voice, her patience growing suddenly very thin.

"Inoue?"

The redhead locked eyes with her. But instead of the daze look she normally saw she was staring into the gray eyes filled with intense hatred.

"I will not let you have him" she whispered softly.

Rukia narrowed her eyes. Of course she knew what the young woman was talking about but she wasn't going to let her know that.

"Inoue, I think you should go home."

Orihime sent her a venomous glare.

"I think you should go to..."

A figure stepped into the two angry women.

"Inoue- san, Rukia-san I think you both need to go home" Uryuu cut in effectively cutting off Orihime's sentence of where she thought Rukia should go.

The two woman stood rooted to the same spot staring at each other.

"Rukia- san, can I talk to you?"

Those six words cut off Rukia's train of thought. Uryuu hadn't talked to her since their breakup some odd years ago. She remembered she had gave him a vague excuse of exactly why she wanted to break up but somehow being the perceptive person he was, he had figured out the exact reason and basically called her on it.

He took his eyes off the orange haired woman and made his way over to her slowly his dark hair falling forward into his eyes that was now unoccupied by his glasses.

Rukia flushed a deep shade of red.

Even though they hated each other, rightfully so, she couldn't help but to remember just how attractive the raven haired Quincy actually was.

"What do you want, Ishida?"

Uryuu snapped a blue eyed glare her way.

"What I want is for you to go back to Soul Society"

Rukia took a deep breath. Basically the bastard was still the same. Honest to a fault and always got the point.

"Why do you want me to leave so badly, Uryuu-kun?" she asked sweetly.

She smirked inwardly to herself. She knew how much he hated it when she called him that.

He inwardly flinched. He wasn't going to let her get to him.

"I could care less about you. What I care about is Inoue-san and how she feels about you being here"

Rukia remained quiet.

She knew after years of being a couple that he wasn't finished talking. He was going to say what was on his mind whether she wanted to hear it or not.

"I don't know what you are up to, but I would suggest you to stop before someone gets hurt."

"I didn't do anything, Ishida." she protested.

Uryuu held up his hand. His black and platinum trimmed Rolex gleamed in the light. "I don't care. Leave before someone gets hurt."

Rukia crossed her arms across her chest. Her posture full of defiance.

"I won't let this chance slip by again, Uryuu" she said quietly.

Uryuu turned to her this time his eyes holding a shred of pain.

"I know, Rukia. I know... "

He turned his back to her and before he got a chance to take a step, he replied again.

"Which is why I propose a plan"

_End Chapter_

A/N: I'm sorry for keeping everyone waiting so long for this chapter. Basically life has been getting in the way plus I had a serious writers block. I would surprised if people are still reading this story. If you are, then thank you so much for reading. I am going to try to update soon since my life has calmed down a little. If you hate it, love it then drop me a line. I promise there is more to come...

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Omake (Rejected Scene)

As he stood up to greet the faces that now occupied the quiet little room, he started to feel uncomfortable.

It wasn't the first time he had occupied a room with people he really didn't know or didn't care to know.

These people just as the ones before were trash. All trash.

They were all staring at him.

Waiting on him to speak.

As he rose, his green eyes took in the sight before him. He wasn't like everyone else in this room. He was different he was special. He had been the type of person who had lived his life full of despair. Which was pretty much how his life ended. Full of complete utter despair.

One man next to him cleared his throat. In a way, he looked similar to the man who had given him power.

Aizen-sama.

"So..." the leader began giving him a curious gaze.

The former Fourth Espada cleared his throat.

"My name is Ulquiorra Cifer and I died by suicide"

The rest of the occupants clapped and cheered him own for his bravery.

The leader fixed him with an intense gaze.

Once again Ulquiorra was reminded of Aizen.

"Welcome to the brotherhood" the leader said in a suave voice.

Ulquiorra's green eyes widened considerably.

The leader smirked.

"Welcome home, Ulquiorra"

Ulquiorra stared at the man who had been his once source of power. He surely didn't look like the same man, that was sure.

The man stood and two sets of wings sprouted from his back.

"We have alot of things to discuss, Ulquiorra"

Ulquiorra stared at the man and then...he laughed...

The occupants of the room turned to stare at the dark haired, green eyed man was currently rolling across the floor hysterically. The dark mascara he usually wore was now running down his face.

"Aizen-sama...(gasp)you ...are...a butterfly?"

As the former fourth espada continued to uncharacteristically laugh at the sight in front of him, Aizen was put off by the events that was happening.

He, for one, couldn't see what the hell was so funny.

_Fin_