Flashback to eight years ago…

Shirosaki, or better known as Shiro, sat on his makeshift throne. In reality it was just an ordinary chair perched on the second level of a warehouse, the center of the Arrancar gang. On his left side, barely visible was Grimmjow. Both men were surveying Shiro's lackeys below.

"Grimmjow." Shiro addressed the other man in a bored tone. For the past few days Shiro had been looking for a new right hand.

"Yes Shiro?" Grimmjow asked in an obedient tone.

"Have you seen anyone of promise?" Shiro surveyed the 20 some people below. Many of them knew how to fight but he needed and extraordinary fighter and not only that, but a leader as well. Shiro couldn't be anywhere all the time and he didn't want to be. Shiro much preferred to be in charge yet not having any of the responsibilities. He needed someone that'll belong to him, much like Grimmjow.

"Not yet Shiro, there are a few people that…" Grimmjow's voice was drowned out when Shiro caught site of orange. A teenager with bright orange hair was breaking up a fight. Shiro couldn't hear what the boy said but whatever he said, it calmed the men down. Shiro grinned. He pointed at the orangette, as Grimmjow needed no more direction.

Silently, the bluette eased his way downstairs. Shiro watched as he seamlessly eased into the crowd, making his way to the orange headed man. Grimmjow came up to the man and directed him to come upstairs. He looked towards Shiro in shock. Shiro grinned wider, knowing that he was invisible in the shadows. Shiro could see everyone in his throne but no one could see him.

"You wanted to see me?" Shiro looked at the young man, he looked to be about 16 or 17 and he was even more striking up close. He brown eyes were warm and held a strength that seemed impossible for someone so five years Shiro's junior.

"What is your name?"

"Ichigo, Ichigo Kurosaki."

"Mm. Ichigo. Yes I summoned you. Now how old are you?"

"16, Shirosaki."

"Call me Shiro. We will be getting very close very soon." Ichigo just looked at Shiro, a little unsure. But Shiro didn't mind, he just needed to ease the teen into his ownerships. Can't scare the pets away before you start.

Shiro stood and eased his way to the pet. He circled the teen a few times, taking in all the nuances of his physique. He looked so perfect. The lightly tanned skin complemented the orange hair very nicely. Shiro could see the muscles twitch beneath Ichigo's skin as Shiro ran a bleach white finger down his arms. "How long have you been an Arrancar Ichigo?"

"Not quite a year Shirosaki."

"Ah ah Ichigo, what did I say?" Shiro slowly ran another finger down Ichigo's cheek, entranced by the difference in their skin tones.

"Shiro." As a reward, Shiro let his finger drift down to the teens lip, watching them quiver in what he took to be anticipation. Shiro began circling his new pet again, until he stopped behind him. He wrapped his pale arms around the orangette, resting his head on Ichigo's shoulder. Shiro felt the teen tense as he did this and thought he would have to break his pet of that.

"Good boy. Now Ichigo as to why I have summoned you." Shiro rubbed his cheek against Ichigo's neck, feeling the boy's heart pick up. "You see Ichigo, I am god here. I rule everyone and everything. Now Grimmjow here, he is my left hand." Shiro looked towards Grimmjow, blue eyes meeting his own gold ones. He approached the other two, coming before coming to Shiro's side. Shiro reached out and stroked his first pet's face. "He is my demon; he takes care of the darker side of my designs. Now you Ichigo," Still stroking Grimmjow's face, Shiro ran his tongue up Ichigo's neck, the same path his face had taken. "I need you to be the King. You will handle what Grimmjow does not. You will be my right hand. You are both mine and will handle what is mine. Understand?" Shiro felt his King's nod and grinned. Now he had two pets, two beautiful pets. Shiro only had to do one more thing, mark his new pet as his. He ran his tongue over his lips in anticipation. Slowly he leaned forward, tugging the color of Ichigo's shirt down as he did so. Then, much like a snake, he snapped his mouth forward, locking his teeth down on the pet's neck. He pressed harder and harder until he felt the skin give and tasted the tang of blood. Shiro purred in satisfaction as he licked blood from the new wound. Oh yes, he will enjoy his King immensely.

Present

Ichigo shook slightly as he finished telling the story of his first meeting with Shiro. After a good night's sleep Toshiro had insisted he know why Ichigo had frozen at the fair. Toshiro was himself in a state of shock. He could feel Ichigo shaking from telling the story and he realized this was just the tip of what had happened to him in the gang. He had guessed that life in a gang was unpleasant but what Ichigo described was unthinkable. He could not imagine anyone living through that and keeping his sanity. Suddenly Toshiro was hit with the overwhelming urge to see it. Toshiro wanted to stop, but he had to see the mark for himself. He gently tugged the edge of Ichigo's collar, not giving up and Ichigo reluctantly turned his head for him. There practically glaring at him, was the bite scar.

"How did I not see this the first night?" Toshiro asked, dumbfounded as to how he could have missed this scar.

"Well you were quite buzzed and I think you were more focused on my mouth than my neck." Toshiro chuckled at Ichigo's attempt at humor.

"Thank you for telling me Ichigo. Why were you hesitant to tell me about this earlier? I already told you I did not care about your history with the gang." Ichigo sighed.

"Yes you told me that, but it's different hearing about it, seeing it. I didn't want to scare you off like that." Toshiro placed his hand on Ichigo's face, angling it towards his own. He waited until those brown eyes opened to speak.

"Ichigo, I don't need to tell you again that I don't care about the past. But I do want to know because what happened then has made who you are now." With the Toshiro leaned forward and gave a soft kiss to the scar, silencing any of Ichigo's doubts.

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