Friends and Siblings!

by angelesewe

Sora had rescued his sister from a life of abuse from his parents. Orihime grew to appreciate the love from her brother, what will she do when he finds out that she begins to have feelings for someone that's been his closet friend. Ichihime including RenjiXRukia, NelXGrimm and many others!

34. Masaki and Isshin

I know you guys are very anxious to read the second part of Isshin and Masaki. This was very hard to write but also therapeutic, we spent Father's Day with my dad and my Uncle and his son. My uncle doesn't seem to sleep at his house anymore with his wife not being there, he usually stays in hotels or with his . He seemed to be excited being with us on Father's Day, I'm glad he's doing okay, (I just wanted to share it with you).

I want to warn you that this chapter does have Lemons, but also violence, and abuse. Regarding certain types of abuse, I really didn't want to go into detail, because just NO.

There is also going to be funny moments you guys seem to enjoy. I'm so glad you find me funny, even when my husband says I'm not (He's such a liar, I catch him chuckling at my cheesy jokes). = P

Well, let me stop and let you enjoy the story, it's pretty long.

-x

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Masaki decided to meet secretly with Isshin. Their meetings consisted of hot and heavy make-out sessions at his condo. When Isshin couldn't wait till after school, he decided to be bold and take her to the nearest supply closet, to steal kisses. She would reprimand him, telling him that it was crazy and they could easily get caught. But the instant he kissed her and the longer she felt his lips on hers, her pleas turned into moans, and her pushing melted to her, exploring him further.

Most of her friends were oblivious to their secret rendezvous, except for one. Kanan.

"What are you doing with, Isshin?" she glared at her light brown haired friend who glanced at her, then around before bringing her somewhere from prying ears.

"W...What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb with me. I saw Isshin pull you into a supply closet," Kanan accused, glaring her friend down to deny it. "Now tell me what's going on, or I will SPEAK LOUDER."

"Would you shut up!" Masaki covered her mouth and glared at her friend, "If you so much as to make a peep. I will tell everyone about you and Shunsui."

Kanan looked at her friend with wide eyes.

"Y...You wouldn't?"

"I would, and I'm not the only one who knows. Isshin and I happened to accidentally find you two in a compromising position in the gym storage room. You should stop using the same place."

"It's the only time we're in the same period," the blonde girl pouted but then looked at her friend with an air of mischievousness, "Unless..."

"Unless what?" Masaki looked at her friend, who gave her a knowing smile.

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Isshin heard the knock at his condo door. He gleefully smiled when he saw the familiar features of the beautiful girl who had been on his mind, all day.

"Hey beautiful," he grabbed her to him, placing his mouth to her neck, "you smell so good, its been driving me crazy."

"Aww!" He looked up to find her friend, Kanan, looking at them with a cheerful smile. "You guys are so cute together."

He looked at Masaki for an explanation, when she told him about Kanan finding out about them and then, in turn, having to blackmail her about Shunsui.

"Okay, so why is she here?" he closed the door when both girls entered his home. There was another knock at the door. Isshin felt himself being pushed away as Kanan opened the door to reveal their brown curly haired friend.

"Isshin-san!" Shunsui grinned at the black-haired man who groaned in irritation.

"Masaki said you have a guest room, you don't mind if we use it," Kanan explained sweetly. Before Isshin could disagree with the newcomer, the blonde was already grabbing Shunsui and hightailing it into the smaller room. "Okay, Thank you. You are such a sweetie." She closed and locked the door. The owner of the condo couldn't comprehend what just happened.

"I'm sorry, Kurosaki-kun. Kanan can be annoyingly aggressive when she wants something and-" she squealed when Isshin picked her up over his shoulders as they went into his room. He placed her gently onto his bed as they began to kiss.

They never went beyond this, maybe a little light petting, but nothing beyond first base. He didn't seem aggravated with this arrangement, and she always wondered if he ever wanted more from her. He seemed content with their current agreement, and that made her suspicious of him. Did he seek intercourse elsewhere like Shunsui sometimes did? Did he not need her since she was inexperienced, sexually? So was he just biding his time until she said yes? Who was satisfying his urges in the meantime? Kanae? Didn't he already explain to her that she wasn't his type?

The questions troubled her thoughts, and Isshin laid beside her as he watched the different features that moved across her face. From confusion to a heated scowl. She didn't realize they had stopped kissing until she heard him chuckle. Masaki turned to find his handsome face leaning on the side with his fist secured against his cheek.

"You know kissing isn't fun when your partner is lying as stiff as a wood plank while their head is elsewhere. Were you thinking of someone else?"

"No!"

"Are you bored with me?" his cheeky grin began to wane as he looked hurt.

"Oh, NO! I'm sorry!" she banged her head with her fist as she sighed.

"Look, if you're not feeling up to fooling around. I'm okay with that," he told the nervous girl as he brushed a strand behind her ear. Isshin nodded as he got up to stretch. "I haven't cooked anything, and since we have guests. Why don't I order take out?" he chuckled, grabbing his landline, "Do you think they want chicken or pork? What about pizza?"

"You can never go wrong with pizza?" she sat up on his bed as she nervously eyed him while he laughed in agreement.

"That's true!" He was about to start dialing on his phone when he felt her hands soothingly touch his arm.

"You're not upset?" she asked him, watching how his brows furrowed.

"Because you want pizza?" he questioned, wiggling her nose with his fingers.

"No!" she laughed while hugging him, "Aren't you upset that we're not doing things?"

"But we are doing things. We're hanging out, I'm going to order pizza, and if your up for it we can play Nintendo," he wiggled his brows.

"Not those type of things, like kissing or touching each other."

"I'm not going to lie and say that I don't enjoy kissing you," he leaned down to snag a kiss on her cheek, "but upset? I don't get my rocks off, forcing someone to do what they don't want to do."

She could hear a hint of anger in his words that had not gone unnoticed. Then he did what he always did to change the subject as he smiled at her while dialing the number on his phone to order. He was hiding something, and she noticed he still managed to steer the conversation away from him. She didn't press further, didn't feel it was necessary for him to talk about something he was trying to avoid.

After hanging up the phone, he placed a game cartridge into his Nintendo. They played Zelda, a game she only heard about from other students. At the Ishida mansion, Harumi felt that it was unnecessary for a future wife of her son, to play childless games. She enjoyed playing the small green pixelated character named Link, subverted into a world of monsters and magic. Isshin let her play the one player game the whole time as he watched, causing her demise on several occasions due to listening to his strategies. She was starting to pick up that his attempts to help was only to frustrate her more, while he found it amusing. They both left the room once they heard the doorbell ring to notify them on the pizza's arrival.

The couple sat at the table for their late afternoon meal. Masaki looked suspiciously at the still closed guest room door.

"You think they're alright?" he questioned after taking a bite of his pepperoni pizza, starting with the crust first.

"I wouldn't worry about them," she shrugged as she bit into her food. "You eat your pizza backward?"

"Hmmm?" he looked down at the slice in his hand and then observed as she ate her pizza at the tip first. "Oh, I guess. I've never realized it," he rubbed the back of his head as he chuckled. "Probably, because I want to enjoy the bread first and leave the juicy, cheesy part as an after taste." He finished his slice as he sucked the sauce from his thumb. The action caused her to flush as she looked down to eye her plate.

"What's gotten you as red like the sauce on a pizza, Masaki?" she heard the voice of her friend ask, she long thought was locked forever in the room. They observed the newest additions as Shunsui had his jacket over his shoulder while Kanan's hair was down, no longer in a high ponytail when she first arrived. Both their skins possessed a sheen of sweat as they came closer to sit at the table. "Mmm, Pizza. You're too thoughtful, Isshin." She bit into her pizza and stared at her friend for an answer to her previous question.

"It's nothing, Kanan."

"Sure!" she rolled her eyes, "Anyhoo, I apologize for being so rude by rushing in and commandeering your guest room, Isshin. A girl has needs, and this girl only has a tunnel vision to her goal." She winked at Shunsui, who shook his head as he ate.

"Thanks, Isshin for being cool about it and don't worry about your secret. I won't say anything," the curly haired man affirmed to the spiky black haired man sitting across from him.

"That's great because then I would have had to kill you and the clean up would have been a bitch," Isshin said so nonchalantly while Shunsui nodded and laughed.

"Wow! Like that didn't sound creepy. Aren't you too cute to be a serial killer?" the blonde girl mused.

"Aren't you due to color your ends?" Isshin pointed out as she immediately covered her hair. He had noticed the sheer color of lime on the top of her head, that hadn't yet been covered with bleach blonde.

"Shit! I knew I should have gone to the hair stylist two days ago." The blonde chewed on her pizza with a pouted look.

"I always tell her to keep her original hair color," Shunsui shrugged while receiving a glare from his partner.

"You would say that so I don't receive as much attention from the other boys. In case you forgot, my hair is a light lime color, the color of vomit."

"Just because Shentoi said it? He's an asshole," Shunsui argued. Upset at having to bring up one of the popular jerks at their school.

"Shunsui is right, you know. The green would compliment your complexion more than the blonde does," Isshin ate while giving his feedback.

Kanan gripped a strand of her hair nervously while she shrugged. "I guess I can give my hair a rest from bleaching." Kanan eyed Isshin and Masaki curiously before she spoke, "So you two?" She made a hole with two of her fingers as the other suggested intercourse using an index finger to push into the makeshift hole while smirking the whole time.

"I don't think that's appropriate while we're eating ...pizza," Masaki yelled as her skin tone did match the color of the pizza sauce.

"Appropriate pizza talk? Please don't start sounding like your future mother-in-law," she gave a nauseated look while she groaned in annoyance. "At least tell me you're still not a virgin."

Masaki's eyes widen at the question. "That is none of your damn business, Kanan," her muffled screams heard due to hiding her features.

"Come on! I tell you about my business all the time. Don't pretend to be a prude now," she whined. "At least let me live out my fantasies through you, Masaki."

"You're unbelievable, Kanan. " Masaki shook her head in the annoyance of her friend. "You don't have a gag big enough to shut your mouth. Constantly talking about Shunsui's fingers and mouth. How you want him to replace it with his-"

"First of all, how dare you. Second of all, aren't you being such a COCK-Y slut. I should have that title, damn it," she whipped the tears that started to run down her face while pushing Shunsui away as he tried to comfort her. Masaki knew the fake blonde was being overdramatic with false tears.

"Would you calm down. We haven't even gone that far," Masaki admitted.

Kanan smiled as she winked. "Gosh, you're so gullible. I knew you'd tell me."

"You are such a bitch," Masaki growled out.

"Whoa, ladies. Can't we just sit down and enjoy our pizza without derogatory names thrown at each other." Isshin said as Masaki settled down while chewing on her pizza with a scowl.

"I should really be heading back. Master Genrai won't tolerate me being late today. Goodnight, Kanan," he reached down to kiss her, but she turned away. "Playing hard to get?"

"You know that's not the case, especially when I'm more than opened to anything," she sighed as she looked at him, wondering why he was still there, "Well, don't let us keep you from your 'supposed' appointment with Master Genrai."

"What else would it be?" Shunsui played with her chin as she gazed at him in anger.

"I don't know, getting a quick fix from one of your whores. You know what I just remembered, I have to get home too. Bye, Isshin. Bye, Masaki."

"Fucking Hell, Kanan." Shunsui rubbed his head as he watched the angry blonde walk out the door and slam it. "Night, guys!" Shunsui said as he exited the condo.

"I do enjoy dinner and theatre. Don't you?" Isshin questioned the girl beside him.

"Mhmm," she answered, focusing too hard on her pizza.

"Something is bothering you," he challenged. Masaki began to speak before she was interrupted, "and before you blame it on the little spat with Kanan, know that you were acting different way before. So what's wrong?"

She hesitantly eyed him as she looked down, breaking pieces of her pizza and popping the tiny bits into her mouth. "You shouldn't worry about it."

"Do I need to tickle you to retrieve information from you? My methods of torture are adequate." He wiggled his fingers as she chuckled, "Please, just-"

"Are you sleeping with anyone?"

"Who told you about Atreyu?"

"Atreyu?" her heart stopped at the name. So there was someone? She knew she shouldn't be upset, but the thought devastated her.

"It's my dragon," he pulled out a small toy dragon. When he squeezed the toy, it caused a little squeak as a plastic fireball popped out and went back in. She looked at him curiously as he smiled at her.

"I'm being serious Isshin."

"I am too. This is the only company I've had since I came to Karakura. I'm not interested in women at the moment, I mean I'm interested in women, but I'm more interested in being with you. I've had my fair share of having the occasional women to bed, but nothing recently. I swear," he raised his hand in surrender as she nodded.

"How many women?"

His face grew pale as he eyed her gorgeous brown eyes. "I had hoped you wouldn't have asked that question. Does it matter?"

She thought about it and shook her head, "No!"

"Why are you so interested in my sex life, anyway?" he asked her as he watched her cheeks flush with heat.

"M...Maybe because I want to be a part of it," she whispered, looking up to find him looking at her. He stared at her for a while as he whipped his mouth with a napkin.

"When you're ready. Right now, I have to take you home."

Her disappointed features had not gone unnoticed by Isshin as he held out his hand.

They both washed their hands of the grease as they headed for the door.

"So you sleep with a toy dragon?"

He nodded, not divulging anything else regarding the toy, he didn't want to share that it was something left by his mother and spoil the mood.

The ride to the Ishida mansion was silent, and it caused her to feel even more uncomfortable. He dropped her off a few blocks from her home, before kissing her full on the lips.

"You taste like Pizza," she uttered as she heard a deep chuckle come from the man in front of her.

"Night, Masaki!"

She saw a brief glimpse of his lustful gaze before she clumsily opened his car door.

"Night, Kurosaki-kun!"

She headed home and entered the residence. She found the rest of the family eating dinner as she bowed and stood near the door frame.

"Good evening, Ishida-san, Harumi-san, and Ryu."

"Come sit down, Masaki," Soken Ishida hinted putting up his hand to get the attention of the servants.

"That won't be necessary," she stated as she sat down at the empty chair in front of Ryu.

"That's unlike you to pass up a chance to eat food," Harumi raised a brow as she delicately cut her vegetables.

"I had already eaten with Kanan, and I'm watching my figure. Wouldn't want to disappoint you in not being able to fit in my wedding dress," she mumbled and realized she had said the last part out loud.

"Excuse me?" the older woman glared at the young girl as she looked away. "Even if that was the case, there are seamstresses that would adjust the dress to your already considerable size," she smiled at her quip towards the girl.

"Mother, please!" Ryuken said through clenched teeth.

"I see no issue with the girl. You'll make a stunning bride," the older man said as Masaki smiled at him. Soken was always there to always be supportive, and she always appreciated it.

Harumi chuckled as she drank from her cup of wine. "Please, doesn't even consider that our poor son has to carry her."

Ryuken looked at his mother with disbelief as his father spoke, "Do you find our son that weak he can't even carry his future bride, preposterous?"

"I think you've had too much to drink mother. You're embarrassing yourself."

"I've been a embarrassed fool, since the day you told me you weren't marrying Kanae."

"Harumi, you will stop this nonsense," yelled Soken, but Masaki swiftly stood.

"May I please be excused," she silently mouthed, she didn't wait for an answer before she headed upstairs.

"Masaki!" she heard Ryuken yell as she neared her bedroom.

"I don't want to hear about the excuses of that woman's actions. I want to be left alone," she shouted.

"I'm wasn't going to make excuses for my mother. I know she's been difficult and once we're married, we don't have to stay here."

"This is your home, Ryu. Your father is leaving this mansion to you. I can't ask you to abandon it for me."

"If being here makes you unhappy, then it makes no sense for you to stay," he said to her. Masaki felt his hand grasp her fingers as he leaned to kiss her forehead. "Just think about it, okay?"

She nodded as he left her, standing outside her door. To have him depart from his family, because of her. It felt sad that this mansion never felt so unwelcoming when she was younger. Harumi's words never used to make her feel ashamed of herself. She entered her room as she began to undress, starting to place her sleeping gown on when she glanced at the mirror.

She was still in her bra and panties when she eyed the reflected image of her body, watching as fresh tears began to stain her cheeks. She felt like an idiot for taking the older woman's words to heart when she knew she was considered pretty.

She saw something move behind her as she turned to find herself alone, walking closer to the window with her gown held in front of her. She peered out the window, seeing nothing as she shrugged her shoulders. 'Probably a squirrel,' she mused.

She felt a hand wrap around her mouth before she could scream as another swiveled her around, to face a smiling Isshin.

He lifted his finger to his mouth to inform her to stay quiet as she whacked him hard on the shoulder. He mockingly pouted as she angrily stared at him. When he removed his hand from her mouth, she spoke.

"What are you doing here? How the hell did you get past the cameras and scale a wall?"

"I have my ways," he smugly replied as she scowled at him.

"You shouldn't be here," she scolded. Isshin whipped at the stray tears from her cheek as his brow raised in question. She shook her head to respond.

"Don't tell me it's nothing," he said with a critical eye, possibly the first time she saw him angry.

"Do I look pudgy to you?" she stuttered with her words as she squeezed the nightgown to her half-naked form.

"Pudgy?" he picked her up bridal style and started to show effects of strain as he neared her bed. "I don't know, but ... if I don't get you to the bed... I think my back is going to give out," he said breathlessly, as she hit his chest.

"Stop being silly, Isshin. I'm serious," she frowned, keeping her voice low as he dramatically fell on the bed with her.

He continued to breath erratically, "Fine...I'll stop being silly," he looked up, his breathing turned regular with a smug grin, "when you stop this nonsense about being pudgy." He watched her smile at him nervously as he continued. "Although!" he slowly removed the clothing she held in front of her, to toss it across the room. He glanced at her form, appreciating the way her breasts filled her cup and the way her panties pinched the skin of her waist. She felt his fingers glide over and behind her hips as they squeezed a handful of her backside. He leaned down to kiss her lips as she automatically opened her mouth to let him in. "I wouldn't mind you, growing more here," he squeezed her bottom tighter, " or here," she felt his hands squeeze her breasts.

She moaned out, enjoying the feel of his large hands. His fingers rubbed to sides of her panties before his knee parted her legs. She accepted the way he made her body feel as she bit her lip. "Do I still taste like pizza?" she heard him ask as she nodded her head, subconsciously licking her lips. He stroked the outside of her dampened panties, only to shove them aside to enter her slit in one swift motion. "Mmmmm!" she whimpered a little too loud. She then felt his finger leave her wanting more, only for it to appear back in his mouth as he licked his coated fingers.

"You taste sweet," he told her as she reddened at an alarming rate. "I guess that explains why you were so red when I was licking my fingers earlier, eating pizza. Are you a pervert, Masaki?"

"No!" she frowned as she tried to cover her face, but he grabbed her wrist to pushed them over her head.

"I think you are," he kissed her neck while he sucked the tiny bumps that poked through her bra. "You had perverted thoughts when you watched me suck my thumb." She heard a snap. Her bra coming undone while he expertly removed it. He wasted no time in covering his mouth over her aroused nipple. "I think you've had been having perverted thoughts since we met."

She remained silent, afraid of being too loud as she clamped her mouth shut. He used his tongue to circle her pink areola, laughing as her hips jerked upward. His tongue continued to lap at her teat while his finger moved between her opened legs.

Isshin slid her panties down to her knees. He delighted in the fact that she was already soaked for him; drifting his hand up her thigh to feel the dampness between her center.

"Mmm," she moaned louder. He looked up from feasting on her breasts to face her.

He was smiling down at her as she struggled to stay quiet.

"You have to be a good girl and stay quiet," he whispered as she felt his finger enter her. She remained silent, but his middle finger entered into the equation, she couldn't help but choke out a moan.

"Oh my mmmm," she whimpered. She heard the man above her chuckle as he caused his fingers to move out and then back in. Deeper. Faster. "Isshin! Please let me ... Oh, cover my mouth." she rocked her hips in time with his hands, pleading with him to let go of her when he used his third digit. His lips automatically covered hers as she saw white. Her insides tightened around him. He pumped into her until her screams began to weaken and her body ceased its movements. He cleaned his fingers with his mouth while he watched her half-lidded eyes start to widen. He stood up and wrapped a blanket over her.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he promised as he kissed her lips. She tasted herself on his lips and nervously nodded.

She glanced around her room to find that she was alone once more.

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Months had passed as their affair continued with no hints of stopping. Isshin found that time spent with Masaki was nothing he had experienced before. They weren't physically active but explored their bodies whenever they got the chance.

Only people who were aware of their secret were Kanan and Shunsui, and they had no reason to divulge, especially with Isshin having that guest room available.

Isshin wanted the days to go slower but Senior year ending for him, and it was just around the corner. Sure, he had one more year till he had to return to his clan, but did he want to prolong the inevitable.

He wasn't lying to Ryuken when he decided to join the Medical club. His clan showed him many ways of causing pain to the human body and how to end a life. He was utterly fascinated by learning to do the opposite, to heal. The hobby soon turned into something he was devoted too. So when it was time to figure out his plans for the next year. He decided to attend a community college close to Karakura to further his education in medical practice.

Ryuken and Kanae left to attend the prestigious medical school in Tokyo. With Soken Ishida gone for weeks that left Masaki alone in the Ishida Mansion with Harumi. She avoided the woman like the plague and used most of her time to spend with friends and Isshin. She couldn't contain the happiness she felt whenever they were together. She also couldn't help but feel her heart drop into despair at the thought of him leaving. When Isshin told her that his father accepted the idea of staying one more year, she was ecstatic.

She would cry herself to sleep and make sure she had a bright smile for him whenever they met. Their time together was temporary, and she didn't want to squander it by making him concerned. If she caused him to worry, he might regret staying longer in the first place. She concentrated on her studies while he learned the practices of healing.

Most of the time, the couple were so busy it was weeks before they saw each other. A school break was due, and Isshin thought it would be nice if they spent more than just a few hours a day. So he planned a week at a hotel resort, asking if she could come up with an excuse for that week. So her friend Kanan agreed to be her alibi, as long as Isshin let her use his condo when they were away. Masaki informed Harumi, and the woman seemed more than elated to have a week without the girl. The trip couldn't come any sooner, and he still didn't let her know where exactly they were going. She laid her head on his shoulder as they road the train.

"Can't you tell me where we're going?" she asked, looking out the window as a blur of images of trees and an occasional building of a home.

"It's a surprise, stop being impatient," he leaned back while he closed his eyes. He smiled, listening to her impatient exhale.

She decided to close her eyes as well, with the constant hum of the train's movement on the tracks and the warmth of him near. Masaki drifted off to sleep.

She woke from a gentle touch on her cheeks as her eyes fluttered open. She was greeted to a sight of a charming smile.

"We're here, let's get our stuff and start heading out," he motioned for her to get up. He picked up the two suitcases they both packed for the week while she held a small bag of her personal essentials.

They arrived at The Hakone Hotel. It was so majestic; the white building faced a lake as the other end showed a perfect view of Mt. Fuji. The room they received had an extensive view overlooking the large lake.

"It's gorgeous. Have you been here before?" She asked him as she jumped and landed on the white King size bed, spreading her arms like a bird.

"Whenever my father was on a business trip, I would tag along," he lied. The truth was he came here to study the movements of a politician that his clan wanted to be rid of. He walked out to the balcony to peek at the familiar view.

Fourth floor. Third balcony to the left. It was a quick kill. Strangling the politician and making it look like a suicide, had been simple enough. His father had been so proud of him, that he trusted him with more missions. They were more dangerous, and the thrill only pushed him to excel, to gain his father's happiness. His approval. It never came.

He felt small hands envelop his abdomen as she hugged him tightly.

"What are you thinking about?" she hummed, looking at the sun reflecting off the waters as the boats floated across the waves.

"My father!" he turned to face her as he rubbed her back. He noticed her hesitation before she glanced at him. Her little fingers trailed the buttons on his shirt as she nervously bit her lip.

"I understand being away can cause you to miss him. Just think, in six months you'll be able to see him again," she told him, giving him a huge smile. Her smile would have been genuine if not for the welt of tears that were beginning to form. She abruptly stopped hugging him to turn. "I need to use the bathroom, please excuse me."

He should have stopped her, to tell her something to make her feel better. What could he say to her? He was planning on going back to his clan, and before he knew it, the day would arrive. There was no use denying the inevitable. He needed to enjoy his time and spend as much of it with her.

Masaki sat on the floor of the bathroom. The hard tiles felt uncomfortable against her bottom but not as painful as the tug in her heart. She couldn't stop the onslaught of tears that came. She scolded herself for being so selfish. She was to be engaged, and he had a life back home.

Knock.

The sound startled her as she whipped away the tears and turned on the faucet.

"I'm just about done," she yelled, using the water to wash her face. "A...Almost done."

She looked at her face and cursed the way she looked. Her eyes were red, and her face blotchy and tired. She turned off the water.

"Masaki?"

"Please, just-" she couldn't say the rest as her tears returned. "I need a moment."

"I thought you were almost done?"

She heard his voice, no longer muffled behind a door. She wasn't aware that he had opened the door as his presence leaned against the door frame. She avoided him by glancing at the beautiful tiled flooring. She watched as his feet moved to stand in front of her, then felt his finger grip her chin. She faced him and couldn't help the guilty look in his expression.

"I'm so sor-" she felt his lips kiss her mouth. As he picked her up, his hands gripping her waist as her legs wrapped around his. Their kisses became more aggressive, more hungry while her hands gripped his spiky black hair.

They didn't speak about the future or anything regarding his departure.

They spent the week exploring new foods, French cuisine and Italian. The nights spent in bed were terrific while they both caused each other pleasure with their mouths and hands.

He felt unsure of progressing further sexually with her; he knew she was disappointed whenever he denied her. He knew he would feel guilty for taking away her innocence only to break her heart by leaving. It was becoming more and more difficult to resist her, and extended periods in a cold shower didn't help matters.

He enjoyed her company. He developed feelings for her, and it was something that terrified him. Maybe if he went back and continued this relationship? What if his father found out? He needed to stop thinking and focus his time with her. He didn't deserve someone like her.

It was their last night to enjoy their time at Hakone. They decided to have dinner outside the balcony. Masaki wore the navy blue dress he recently purchased for her. The excellent material hugged every curve as the spaghetti straps showed off her flawless skin. Her light brown hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, showing off her neck he loved giving ticklish kisses to. Yet. Her expression didn't seem as excited when he first gifted her the ensemble.

"So I thought... that in the morning we could go to that garden by the lake before we head to the train station in the afternoon," he explained as he studied her movements.

She looked up to briefly nod at him before continuing to fiddle with the small pieces of food on her plate. He knew she was upset and had an inkling of what it was in regards to. He also felt that the week had sped by and he wished he could prolong this day so that tomorrow never came.

"I'm not a little girl, you know," she finally confessed in a low tone.

"Of course not, is this because you wanted to ride the Ferris wheel? I wasn't judging you. I felt all giddy riding that dragon," he jested as she scowled at him.

"I'm ser-"

"Serious!" he finished for her with a smug grin, aggravating her.

" Yes! You don't want to have sex with me. Are you disappointed with the way I give you oral?"

"What?" he almost choked at her ludicrous question, "Fuck, no!"

"Do you not see me as a woman?"

"Masaki, of course, I do."

"Then what is it?" she yelled, desperate to know the reason.

"Cause you deserve more than someone like me," he stood up and went inside. Confused, Masaki stood from the table to follow.

"What are you talking about?"

"It doesn't feel right sleeping with you and then-"

"Leaving?" she added as he nodded in agreement. "So it's okay to make me feel special by touching me, spend a great week with me at this beautiful place, and then make me laugh till it hurts. But since you're leaving, sleeping with me is out of the question. That makes perfect sense."

Isshin slid his hand over his face and looked at her. She was waiting for him to speak as she crossed her arms to glare at him. Lord, was she breathtaking.

Why did he deny what two consenting individuals wanted?

Fuck the consequences.

That's just what he did when he hungrily kissed her lips and began to remove his clothing. She was surprised at first but began to follow his lead as she undid the zipper to her dress. Feeling the soft material fall to the floor, feeling strong arms lift her and head in the direction to the huge bed.

He laid her down. She looked at him with a wanton gaze. He instinctively moved to remove her panties and made to head down to please her; small hands prevented him from continuing his destination.

"No more foreplay. I want you," she begged. Isshin felt his already harden cock twitch with arousal. He stared at her for a while, searching her pleading eyes as he kissed her head. He stood up and felt her hands grasp his arm, questioning his action.

"I'll be right back, just going to get something."

She nodded. He came back after a minute, with a condom wrapper between, removing the rest of his clothing.

Just the sight of him naked brought her close to orgasm when she felt a stream of her internal liquids seep from between her legs. He was magnificent, hard, and toned. She watched him place the condom on his delicious cock, crawling on top when he finished.

He remained silent while he placed a set of fingers, searching her damp slit. She was indeed ready, as he used her juices to lubricate his covered member.

They both stared at each other for a moment, as he aligned his tip. Eyes still locked to each other.

Gently. Slowly. He pushed himself in. She held back tears for the moment of pain she endured while she closed her eyes.

He gripped the sheets, trying to prevent himself from shoving himself in further. She was so tight. She was a first for him. All of the women he been with were experienced, and he didn't want to cause her to regret her decision by hurting her.

He felt her move her hips as he gritted his teeth. Compiling to the impatient girl's demands, he pushed forward. Slowly. Slowly. He finally made it to the hilt as he exhaled with relief. He was afraid to move, her walls were constricting, and he didn't want to blow his load.

Her hips began to move once again, impatiently. He held her still, concentrating on anything else, only to find that it felt too good to ignore.

"Fuck," he seethed. He looked up to find her confused expression. He used her confusion to pull out and slowly slide back in.

"oh...mmmm," her head lulled back as she gripped his shoulders — the feel of her nails scratching his back made Isshin snap. His thrusts increased in speed. Her moans grew louder as his movements became more erratic. Desperate, to hear her scream louder.

Her legs opened wider as she felt him sink deeper. She wasn't sure if she'd be in pain come morning, but she didn't care as he pumped faster. "Iss...hin, harder," she whimpered.

He leaned forward, kissing her mouth aggressively while the hard, wet slaps echoed in the room.

She felt the increase knot in her gut start to unwind as she tried to speak; only nothing came out. Finally, she found her voice as she yelled.

"ISSHIN!"

The sound of her screaming his name as her insides gripped his shaft. He knew he didn't have long before he couldn't hold it in any longer. He watched as she drunkenly smiled while feeling her pleasure course every inch of her body.

Her fingers gripping his hair brought him over the edge as he groaned out. Isshin griped the sheets tighter and bit the pillow beside her head. A sheen of sweat decorated her face and chest as he licked and kissed, tasting the salt from her body.

They remained silent, in each other's arms; both afraid of breaking the spell if they mentioned anything that would upset the other. They washed and slept, only to wake up after a few hours to find each other again. In the morning, they forgo the idea of visiting the garden for the opportunity to lay in bed together.

Arriving at the train station, heading back didn't seem so upsetting anymore as she placed her head on his shoulders. They spoke briefly, mostly about the buildings they could see out of the window of the train. Isshin would occasionally talk about a known fact about a city they sped by while she looked out at the scenery.

They arrived at his condo, to find it spotlessly cleaned. Kanan thoughtfully wrote a note explaining how much she appreciated using his apartment and hoping they enjoyed themselves.

He placed his clothing into his washer and put away other items he bought into his room.

He found Masaki sitting on the couch, her body rigidly upright as she gripped her skirt.

He didn't mention it as he walked up to her. Placing his hand on her cheek as she looked up to nervously smile at him.

"I'll take you home."

She nodded as she stood up from her seat as he held her belongings. When he made to open his door, he felt her fingers grip his shirt. He looked back to find her staring at him. A look that she wanted to convey something but was terrified to say anything. Concerned, he put her bags down to comfort her. He closed his door.

"What is it?" He saw the tears appear on her cheeks, "Masaki?"

"I've been so focused on what I wanted and not taking into account the consequences of my actions. I'm so sorry, Isshin." she held her hands to her face as he heard her cry. He rubbed her back as he moved her back to the couch, to sit.

"Are you worried about everyone finding out?"

She looked up to stare at the wall to hug her body. "No! I'm worried about your safety."

"My safety?" he chuckled internally, "I'm confused. What are you talking about?"

"I lied to you," she said as she tried to whip her tears away.

"Lied?"

He wasn't sure what he felt about her admission of not being truthful to him. He knew it wasn't anger. Why should he feel upset when he was lying about himself this whole time?

"If I tell you something, you...you promise not to tell a soul?"

That got his attention as he stared at her when she looked up for an answer.

"Of course!"

She reached for her purse and sat it on her lap, gripping the small bag until her knuckles turned white.

"My father was never struggling in debt, and my parent's never died in a plane crash. They were murdered."

"Murdered?" he frowned and glanced at her white knuckles in concern. "What happened?"

"You'll probably think I'm crazy, but they exist."

"They?"

"The Dark Shiba Clan," her voice strained and tone filled with malice.

Isshin's eyes widened, a sense of dread, he couldn't explain, filled him. He remained silent as the words echoed in his head while she continued. "My mother hid me in a hidden compartment inside the walls when she felt a presence in our home. She told me to remain quiet as my father procured his gun. It was difficult to see with only a tiny hole as I tried to catch a glimpse of what was happening. I heard the gunshots of my father's gun and the watery gurgle of his throat being slit. Then the agonized screams of my mother fighting and her inevitable end. I was so frightened, completely still as I held my mouth from breathing too loud. As my heart was racing, I saw him, standing there as he waited. It seemed like hours passed as I agonized over the possibility that he was waiting for me to mess up."

Isshin couldn't help but feel lost as he listened to her story. He was wondering about the identity of the mysterious assailant. Her words brought him out of his thoughts as she gripped her arm.

"I whimpered out loud.I screamed internally, sitting there while he finally moved to turn in my direction. I still can remember his dark eyes and dark hair that connected his beard. It felt like he was watching me as he stood staring. After was seemed like forever, he left. I didn't move from the spot I was in until Ishida-san found me after two days. He had been trying to reach my father and arrived to check on us. Ryuken says that I wasn't able to speak for weeks and when I finally did, it seemed that at some point, I began to block the incident from my mind. Ishida-san decided as a favor to my father that he would protect me. Hence the reason for marrying into his family. To keep me closer."

Isshin remained speechless. There was nothing he could say; he saw her movements in his peripheral. She was taking something out of her purse.

"I told you my mother trained me in fighting. It was because she came from a family called the Shihōin Clan. A group mostly consisting of orphans, who were neglected so young. They are trained in the art of martial arts and other skills, to fight those who seek to harm others."

She past him the photo as Isshin's heart dropped to see a familiar face, that continually plagued him in nightmares. He studied the picture intently, seeing his mother's youthful teen face in laughter hugging a teenaged girl with long light brown hair. Masaki's fingers brushed the front of the light-brown hair girl as she sighed.

"That is my mother, Miya. She was beautiful, wasn't she," her voice breaking as she sniffled. He could only nod. He coughed and tried to contain the strain in his voice.

"Who are the others?"

He watched her hands point at a smaller child, one that had a blushing face sporting a short black haired bob.

"That is Suì-Fēng, and beside her is Yoruichi."

He looked at the girl who stood by the embarrassed girl, a few years older than her with dark skin and purple hair pointing and laughing at her.

"This one is my mother's best friend, Jin."

He knew his mother's name, but he wanted to hear her say it. Possibly confirmation that this wasn't a dream.

"My mother didn't talk about her as much; she always was distant and sad when she did describe her. Shihōin Clan choose to remain as an assassin or live a life, marrying important people. People who could form the world into something better. My father was a humanitarian; his company built homes for those less fortunate."

She remained quiet the whole time as they both stared at the photo. Suddenly she felt Isshin shot up as he stood pacing the room as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. She looked up to stare at him, wondering how he was taking the information.

"I...I need to do something. I'll drop you off," he gripped her bags and headed for the door.

"O...Okay," she said. She wasn't sure what she expected from him, but he did not attempt to share what he was feeling. She watched as he gripped the wheel of his car as he concentrated on the road. When they arrived a few blocks away from her home, he kissed her, but it seemed rushed, so impersonal.

"T...Thank you for inviting me to spend a week with you. I appreciate it," she smiled but found that he only nodded. Taking the hint that he was in a rush to leave, she stepped out of the car. She heard the tires screech as he sped across the road.

Her heart cinched in pain as she gripped the bags in her hand. She walked into the mansion, wanting to head to her room to cry herself to sleep. Except she didn't have that luxury, she found Harumi walking out to meet her with her arms crossed. The woman seemed angrier than usual as she stomped up to the younger girl.

Smack!

Masaki felt the sharp sting on the cheek as the woman slapped her.

"How dare you! Being such a careless slut and expect my son to marry a horrid girl like you."

She threw pictures at the startled girl as she looked down, to find her hugging and laughing with Isshin. The photos were recently taken, from her time spent with him this week. Pictures no doubt her mother-in-law hired someone to follow her and take. She bent down to grasp the rest of the photos.

"Have nothing to say? Well, you can keep those, I've made a duplicate to show my husband and son. To show them what a whore you are. Well, was it worth it?"

Masaki grasped the images to her chest as she stared at the woman in tears.

"Awww! He just wanted one thing. Let me guess? He said sweet nothings to you, and now that he finally got what he wanted, he's gone."

"That's not true!" she shouted, grasping the pictures harder. Defyingly eyeing the older woman as she laughed. Truthfully, Masaki felt that deep down the woman's words were true as she cried even harder.

"So Naive! This is what they do. They leave you to sleep with some whore, while you stay home raising a son alone," the woman began to angrily whip the tears from her face as she stared at the girl on the floor.

"I'm sorry," Masaki whispered. Harumi stared at the weeping girl and shook her head in disgust.

"Ryuken and Sōken will be here by the end of the week," with that she left the girl alone. Masaki placed the pictures of her time with Isshin into her purse. She laid on her bed, thinking of today's events and the screwed up future that laid ahead. She couldn't blame Isshin for not wanting to continue this affair. She lied. She was also too dangerous to be with.

x

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"Urahara!" he rushed into the candy shop, shouting for the man who could help with getting answers.

He didn't have to wait long as the man himself entered the aisles that held the colorful displayed candies. The dark skinned man trailed behind him, his stature patiently still.

"How may I be of service?"

He scanned the younger boy's body language. He was nervous and on edge, so unlike the confident, jokester he came to know.

"D ...Do you know anything about the Shihōin clan?" he pleaded, eyes looking at the man in front of him in desperation. The man sighed as he shook his head in displeasure.

"I was starting to enjoy your company, kid."

Before Isshin could comprehend what he meant was when he felt something hard collide the top of his skull.

...

...

...

"We should kill him."

"Be still, Suì-Fēng," Isshin heard a woman's voice, playfully command. He listened to the familiar name that Masaki had educated him about. Then felt the splitting ache above his head. He squinted, opening his eyes, which was hard to do with dried blood obscuring part of his vision.

"Looks like he's awake," the other voice said in an annoyed tone. His body jerked when he felt the ice water hit him.

"F...Fuck!" he scanned around to see ten soldiers dressed in black, a cloth obscuring their bottom features. There were only two figures who stood in front of the others, the same young children from the picture, but older. He scanned around the room to see that they were surrounded by steels walls, probably 10-inch thick. He was tied to a bolted chair as he struggled with the tight binds, to no avail. "You know if you girls wanted me alone, all you had to do was ask," he cheekily stated.

The purple haired woman only chuckled while the short haired female eyes widen in contempt as she pulled out her small knife.

"You vulgar bastard! I'll cut you slowly and make you wish you regret your words."

"Kinky!"

"Hold your sword, Suì-Fēng!"

Isshin felt the steel knife cut a bit of his neck before her hand stilled. Her dark gray eyes bored into his brown ones. He smirked while she pulled away and crossed her arms, leaning against the wall, upset.

"So why did you ask Urahara about us, the Shihōin Clan?" the purple haired girl walked closer to him, taking a wet rag and clearing the dried blood from his face. He was unperturbed by this kindness. Show a little compassion to your prey, causing them to let down their guard, and then pounce.

He'll play along.

"I needed an address to send baskets of fruits in the shape of flowers. Are any of you allergic to strawberries?"

"Yoruichi, can't you see he's wasting our time?" the other girl yelled.

The woman in front of him stared, as her golden eyes glinted against the small light that was near his chair. He frowned at her microscopic stare, and her eyes widen.

"Shiba?" the words came out of her mouth softly. All the soldiers around the room pulled out their weapons including Sui Feng.

"Hold!"

"If he's Shiba-"

"We need to find out how they know about Karakura," Yoruichi growled as she pulled the seated man by the hair. "Talk!"

"Like I'll tell you shit. How did you know I was Shiba anyway?"

"You frown just like your father, Yhwach."

"The hell? What the fuck is the prince of the Shiba Clan doing here?" Sui-Feng looked at him with a fierce glare.

"I'm just passing through," he jested. He felt her finger push down on the welt on his head, causing pain.

"Unlikely story. Why are you here?" Yoruichi demanded.

"A girl," he stated. Yoruichi's eyes widen as she punched his face. "It doesn't make a difference if you believe it or not. Let's just cut the shit and do what this little bitch here has been aching to do. I bet your panties are soaking wet at the thought of it, huh?" he said, directing his question to the short haired girl.

"You fucking asshole," she stalked up to him, blade in hand.

"Damn right! What did you expect me to be buddy buddies, conspiring with two-faced bitches who would kill their own friend? Why because she was in love with someone you hated?"

Both women glanced at him, confused as Sui Feng's grip on her sword loosened.

"My mother was Jin, ring any bells, or have you forgotten her already."

"You lie!" Sui Feng shouted as tears fell from her face.

"Jin was captured by the Shiba Clan a long time ago; she's been dead for over Twenty years."

Isshin glanced at the purple haired woman curiously, trying to decipher if she was telling the truth.

"Bullshit! She died ten years ago, from a bullet wound. You sneaked into my home like rats, all to start a war."

Yoruichi could see the resemblance of her lost friend in him, though faint it was still there.

"Someone has been spreading lies to fill your head child. We have no idea of the whereabouts of the Shiba Clan, let alone kill our dearest friend. Did that son of a bitch kill her?" He saw the fury in the golden-eyed woman as she kicked the contents of the table. Medical supplies fell, strewn across the concrete floor.

"Last time we spoke to Jin, she told Miya that she had someone who could lead us to the Shiba base. We never heard from her again, until they sent us pictures of her tied up, and a vial containing blood matching her DNA. The letter said that she located the clan's whereabouts but that they disposed of her. Did he rape her? That sick fucker," Sui Feng held the knife to his neck once more. "You're the embodiment of what that sick fucker did to her,"

"Sui Feng!"

"No, he dies!" he felt the teeth of the blade sink deeper as he held her gaze, his stare egging her to do it.

"Think about it, Sui Feng. He's still young possibly seventeen or eighteen. If he's telling the truth, she didn't die when they notified us of her supposed death."

Sui Feng let go of the blade as she concentrated on what Yoruichi was trying to convey to her. Isshin was trying to decipher what was the truth in his mind.

"So if he didn't rape her and this boy claims that his father was in love with Jin. Why did they kill her anyway?"

Isshin thought of his father's words, he constantly drilled into his head, beating it into him until he understood. He felt a stray tear fall down his cheek as the anger filled his very core.

"She was his w...weakness. He ... He murdered her because-"

Memories of his mother teaching him ways that confused him as they conflicted with what the clan taught and his father wanted.

"Because?" Yoruichi questioned.

"Her teaching conflicted with the Clan and my Father. Something I've been struggling with most of my life. It's why he banished me for two years, to figure out my priorities or step down as their future leader."

"You refused to kill?"

"No! If I did, I suspect I would have died a long time ago. I refused to kill the innocent or who I felt were. Women and Children. While the others raped and tortured, I refused to follow. That lead to beatings."

"Did it work."

"No, I still refused. Hence the banishment. I think years of disobeying my father was the final straw," he slumped his head down as best he could with being confined to a chair.

"You said you came for a girl? Did Shiba Clan assign you a mission, that will rid you of your banishment?"

"No! They have no idea of my location. I saw a beautiful girl and wanted to get to know her," he held his head up and sighed, "The funny shit is that she was so worried about my safety," he chuckled to himself at the ironic clusterfuck that was his life.

"Who is she?"

"Masaki Nagasawa," he whispered the words.

Yoruichi clapped her hands together as the soldiers left the room, leaving him with the two women.

"We will return shortly."

After both women left. Isshin sat staring at the ceiling, wondering if he was that fucking stupid not to believe that his father was capable of such a heinous act. He was either blind or naivete; he wasn't sure what was worse.

x

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Masaki awoke the next morning, hearing loud voices coming from downstairs. It was her future mother-in-law surprised about something. Was there still a future with Ryuken after what she did to him?

She pulled herself out of bed, glancing down at herself as she made her way to change from her sleepwear to something for today. She screamed when the door opened to a frantic looking Ryuken. She had put on jeans, but she was still only wearing a bra. Covering herself, she felt him wrap his arms around her.

"Are you okay?" he sounded scared as he rubbed her hair.

"Yes!" she answered him as he glanced at her to study her face as she reddened at being close to him, with no shirt on. "You've been crying? Who did this?" he pointed to the swollen red mark on her cheek.

"I did," he heard his mother breathlessly spout, glaring at the two holding each other. Soken walked behind his wife as Masaki hid behind Ryuken, finally able to dress. "I've been trying to explain to you before you rushed up here like a mad man, that I have proof of this girl's indecent behavior."

She gave the pictures to Ryuken as he studied them. His eyes widen as he crushed them in anger.

"She's coming with me, father," Ryuken pulled Masaki by the hand as they exited the room. She looked up to find Kanae standing in the hallway waiting.

"You're okay," the black-haired girl looked relieved as she hugged the younger girl.

"What is going on here?" Harumi yelled, unhappy with the way things were going. The older woman watched as her son left with both younger women. She looked at her husband in tears, confused.

"I'll explain everything, my love," he confided, wrapping his arms around his wife. He should have explained everything to her from the beginning. He had only tried to keep her ignorant of the horrible truth; instead, he caused her more heartache.

x

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Masaki sat around a low table on the floor at the suspicious looking candy shop as a barrage of questions was asked. Demanding to know what was going on, after several hours had passed. Ryuken and Kanae confided to Masaki that her safety was more important than being together. It was why Kanae accepted Ryuken's marriage to Masaki. Yoruichi, Sui-Feng, and Urahara, the dubious shop owner, described everything they knew about Isshin.

She had been quiet the whole time as they sat around the table, trying to gauge her reaction.

"Can I speak to him?" she finally asked as they all looked amongst each other and then finally at her.

"There's nothing for you to say to that lying snake," Sui-Feng interjected.

Masaki held herself as she whipped her face of tears. She nodded as she looked out the window.

"Let her see him, but I want to be there when you do," Ryuken added as she looked at him and nodded her head, accepting the terms.

They climbed down a ladder under the candy shop and walked down a concrete hallway that housed many steel doors. Were they for storing candy? She was afraid to know as the blonde haired man opened one of them. Ryuken stepped in first to glance inside. His irritated expression confirmed that Isshin was in there.

She entered to find that he had been smirking at Ryuken until she came into the room. His face instantly turned pale, reverting to glancing down at his lap.

Ryuken leaned against the wall as he let her walk closer to Isshin.

"You shouldn't have come," she heard him say, still staring down.

SLAP.

He felt her small hand hit him hard on the side of his face as he stared at her, wide-eyed before she dropped down to her knees in front of him. He saw her lips tremble and tears on her beautiful face when he glanced down at her.

"They said that you weren't aware of my past. Is that true?"

He nodded, searching her features, noticing she had been previously crying, but saw the red mark on her cheek.

"Where did you get the red mark on your cheek from?" he looked up to glance up at Ryuken as the white-haired man glared back.

"Don't look at me like that. I would never harm Masaki."

"It's wasn't him. At the beach, when we met. Why follow us to Karakura town?"

"I saw you for the first time and I... I felt like I wanted to get to know you more," he murmured.

"I knew you were a lying piece of shit," Ryuken hollered out.

"What should I have done? Come up to her and say, ' Hey I come from the Shiba Clan? Oh, by the way, it's not the ones that make fireworks.' You fucking idiot."

"Stop!" she said as her hands gripped his knees tightly.

"So you know who it was that killed, my parents?"

He couldn't stand watching her sorrowful look as she waited for his answer.

"The way that you were describing him, it was my father. Yhwach Shiba."

The confirmation of the killer's name caused her pain, especially coming from his lips she kissed so often. She choked out a cry before she righted herself. She needed to be able in front of him.

"Yoruichi tells me, Jin was your mother?"

"Yes!"

"Can you remember something she said to you?"

Isshin glanced at her and then thought about his mother. Something he hadn't done for a long time.

"She told me that succumbing to what my heart craves is not a weakness, And.." She saw the tear begin to fall down his cheek, as his features turned feral, " She also said that my fucking father was wrong. I'm starting to see that her words may have been correct."

He chuckled as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. "She told me I was strong and smart. Right now, I feel like a dumb fuck who couldn't tell that a lying murderer was raising him. Who wasn't strong enough to stop him from hurting her or me."

"I...I know you lied, but I truly believe your everything your mother said you were. It was why you fought your father in the matter of killing women and children. It's why you were banished. You didn't have to stay another year in Karakura, you could have left somewhere, but you hesitated in going. Why?"

He looked away as he felt her fingers on his chin to face her, "I don't know why Masaki? So what if I've never hurt women and children, but I've killed others for my father's benefit. When you lost your parent's, what were you fourteen? Fifteen?"

"Fourteen," she whispered as he stared at her.

"I was Fifteen at the time. If my father wasn't there, who do you think he would have sent in his place? I'm a killer, Masaki. You're better off with Ryuken, and he can protect you from murderers like me."

"Did you ever care about me or was I just someone you wanted to sleep with?"

She felt his jaw clench as she held his chin so he wouldn't look away.

"You're an idiot."

"What?" she gasped at his response.

"What do you want from me? If they decide to release me, I don't plan on returning to my father or the clan. You think you'll be safe with me?"

"Stay here! The Shihōin guard Karakura, it's safer within their boundaries."

"Masaki. We can't."

"Don't say that. I don't care who you were before, Isshin. I want to get to know the man I had the pleasure of being with since I first met you and our time at Hakone. Was everything I experienced with you a lie?"

"NO!" he growled out. "I LOVE YOU," his admission stunned her as he continued, "I think I loved you the first time I saw your sad features staring out the window of the train. I hesitated in leaving Karakura because I selfishly wanted to spend more time with you. I enjoyed being with our friends, and study career I didn't think was possible. I want to be a doctor, not only to help others but to try to atone for the sins I've committed."

"I love you too, Isshin, " she stood up to wrap her arms around him. Not caring that her t-shirt was covered in his blood, "from the moment I saw you at the beach."

"I knew you were a pervert," he sighed as he looked to Ryuken.

"Don't look at me. I personally don't approve of this union, but I also don't want to stand in the way of her happiness."

Masaki stood up to hug Ryuken as he stopped her and pointed at her blood-stained shirt. "Thank you, Ryu. You've been so good to me, and all I did was keep secrets from you. I'm sorry," she told the white-haired man, who cupped her cheek and kissed her forehead.

"Don't worry, Masaki. You could never upset me. I know what you had to endure with my mother, especially after losing your parents. Know that I'll always be here for you."

She gave him a watery smile. He sighed and pulled her in for a hug, not caring that his suit was ruined.

"Don't worry about me. I'll just stay here." Isshin whined as he exhaled loudly.

x

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Isshin was released with a warning from the Shihōin Clan. If he ever came searching for them again, it would be a death sentence. Isshin took the advice to heart.

He made plans to remove enough money from his account before the year was up. He downsized from a condo to a home with enough yard space to add more rooms. He told Masaki of plans of creating the home into an emergency clinic, and enough rooms to house an abundance of children if she married him after she graduated. She agreed if he would keep the name Kurosaki. She stayed in the Ishida Mansion until she graduated from Shintou Academy.

Masaki explained to her friends about the circumstances involving Isshin, but not his involvement of the Shiba Clan. Kanan joked that she believed she was secretive because his family was apart of the Yakuza.

Kanan accepting her family business furthered her education by moving to China. Shunsui heartbroken at the distance, found women to satisfy his appetite. When Jushiro lost Kiyoko, it drove Shunsui to take a look at his choices in life. Masaki knew that Shunsui and Kanan had an on again off relationship through the years. She was so happy when Shunsui and Jushiro's dojo they built together with Kiyoko was becoming famous. Her best friend married the love of her life, and now that the dojo was getting attention, Masaki knew that she had to distance herself from her friends.

Life was simple as she went to college, while Isshin studied to get his doctorate. He always made her laugh, even when they disagreed.

Ichigo Kurosaki, their son, was introduced into the world, and nothing brought so much joy holding him in her arms. She was twenty-four and felt so happy to be married to a man that brought so much joy to her life.

There were times when she hated being so careful with meeting those she closely knew. Especially when Kanan had died giving birth to her daughter, Neliel. She argued with Isshin and told him that she couldn't take it anymore, while he let her vent. It was only when she visited her friend's funeral and saw a distraught Shunsui that she hugged Isshin and asked him to forgive her for being so hurtful to him. He forgave her and understood her reason as they made love to each other. A year later, she conceived twin baby girls, Karin and Yuzu Kurosaki. She took a moment to cry in memory of her friend who wasn't able to hold her daughter when she was able to hold two.

x

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Sixteen years married and the man still couldn't keep his hands off of her. She felt his fingers brush against her stomach, down inside her panties, to find her warm center. She giggled.

"Do you think that's such a good idea?" she looked at him and looked at their unlocked door. Isshin rushed to lock it and hopped back into bed.

"Now where was I?" he removed his wife's panties as he tickled her feet with the garment.

"Would you stop making me laugh, he'll hear us," she whispered. He leaned down to kiss her and grinned.

"He'll hear your big mouth. I'm as quiet as a mouse."

He moved down as he kissed her stomach and lowered until he reached her wet opening. He licked her creamy softness as she tried to contain her moans. When he felt she was wet enough, he raised himself to align his cock to her.

He pumped into her feeling her clench around him until he heard the jingling of the door.

"Why is the door locked?" they heard the voice of their twelve-year-old son.

Isshin still inside his wife sighed in irritation.

Knock. Knock.

"Ichigo, mommy is getting dressed. I'll be downstairs in a moment," Masaki said. After a while, they heard nothing.

"Can you make strawberry pancakes?"

"Ichigo, if you don't go downstairs right now. Mommy is going to make the strawberry pancakes, and I will eat them in front of you."

He felt his wife hit him and his son mumble something as he ran downstairs.

"Would you stop messing with him," she scowled at him but remembered that he was still inside her as he pushed into her. He pumped until she moaned out loud, and once she clenched around him, he released into her. He laid his head on her shoulders as she rubbed his arms. "One more, Please!" he whined.

"We can't."

"It's just the boy. Karin and Yuzu, don't even wake up at this time."

.Knock.

"Mommy! Can you make strawberry pancakes for Ichigo," they heard the twin say in unison. Then listened to the faint growl of their son.

Isshin shook his head as he got up and pulled his sleeping shorts back on.

"That's it! I'm eating your pancakes, Ichigo."

"That's not fair," the orange-haired boy whined.

Masaki made the pancakes and hit Isshin's hand to prevent him from shoving his son's pancake into his mouth. He argued that she was coddling the boy and that's why he was such a crybaby. Masaki ignored her husband as she hugged her son and daughters. She kissed her husband as she took Ichigo to school, remembering to bring her umbrella. The forecast said there was a seventy percent chance of rain and she wasn't going to be caught in the downpour like the last time she walked him to school.

She hugged and waved Ichigo goodbye when she dropped off at school as she headed back home. She worked from home as an architect while Isshin managed the clinic. They were able to care for the twins, while she worked as they played or slept. When the clinic was slow, Isshin managed the girls, while she worked uninterrupted.

She felt the first drops of rain as she pulled out her umbrella.

"MOMMY, HELP ME. WHERE ARE YOU?" she heard a small voice of a frightened child scream. Masaki looked to find a small child alone, who glanced in her direction with a startled expression. She motioned for the girl to come towards her, but the girl cried and ran back into the alley.

"Wait! I won't hurt you. I want to take you to the police." Masaki ran after the petrified girl and in the process dropped her umbrella onto the sidewalk pavement.

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Isshin checked the time and was wondering what was taking Masaki so long. Patients were waiting patiently in the lobby, and he apologized, asking them to wait a little longer. He hoped Ichigo didn't whine and ask his mom to buy those chocolates for him, so he could have them when he got home from school. He made silly faces towards Yuzu who laughed as Karin ignored him to play with another toy.

Knock. Knock.

He looked outside the peephole to see two officers standing in the rain. His heart dropped and wasn't sure if this was the cops, finally learning about his past.

He opened the door and greeted the officers. They asked if he could come down to the station. They stated that there was an incident involving his wife. All the blood drained from his face as he angrily stared at the cops. He asked what they meant by it, only for them to say that it would be in his best interest to come down to the station. He closed the office, apologizing to the people who arrived at the clinic. He held the twins until a social worker stayed with his daughters, while he followed the officers. They told him that he didn't have to worry about his son, that he was being picked up at this very moment.

His impatience was wearing thin as the officer directed him through the hallways of the station.

He stood in the morgue, a nauseous feeling of the cold and emptiness of it. He stared at the unknown body on the slab, covered in a white blanket.

Someone pulled the blanket that was hiding the face, and he felt his legs turn to jelly. It was his wife, but she was bruised and pale. Her neck had an angry mark, an indention of a giant hand. Several bruises marred her face and when they pulled the blanket more, signs of a sword and more bruising.

"Is this your wife?"

He nodded, he couldn't for the life of him speak. After a moment, he found his voice, "W...What happened?"

"A passerby found a little girl screaming that a bad man was going to hurt her and a lady. The gentlemen called the police but only found your wife's body. There were signs of a struggle as she must have fought off her assailant. I believe in his haste. The perpetrator held her throat while he stabbed, several times. There are cases of another string of murders fitting the same M.O. of your wife's case, but they were outside of Kyoto. He uses children to lure their victims. After killing his prey, he then sexually assaults the child before killing them. He was unaware that the woman would attack him back; it would explain the child's escape. He also left a type of mark on your wife's leg." The detective ordered the autopsy technician to show him the wound.

Isshin knew the symbol, quite well in fact, the mark of the Shiba Clan. It's S curved like a snake with the crescent moon above the curved letter. It was written on her body as a message.

"Was there any signs of her being forced?"

The officer shook his head," It doesn't fit the perpetrator signature, from his other victims that were women. Her panties were broken on one side, but there were no traces of forced entry. We found traces of a minimal amount of semen that seemed to have been washed earlier in the day."

"We were in bed earlier," he told the detective as he nodded, asking if he could give a sample to verify, which he complied.

The officers had him sign some paperwork and answer more questions before they told him that they would notify him if they found anything.

There wasn't a damn thing they could do. The police didn't have the resources or knowledge. He watched as his four-year-old daughters cried for their mother and him having to explain that she was gone and never coming back. Ichigo seemed to stare, and the little crybaby in him was no longer there. Had been that way when he lost his mother so young? Isshin always joked about his son's need to cry for everything, but he would give anything to hear the little boy he once been. Instead, he had a son who showed no emotion, to forgone, not fully comprehend that his mother was gone.

Masaki Kurosaki was just thirty-four.

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"I don't want to stay here," Ichigo told his dad as they stood outside a large mansion.

"It's only for a little while," Isshin told him as he held his girls. "I have to do something. Remember you have my number so you can call me anytime."

They ringed the doorbell, and the door opened to reveal a small dark-haired child an inch shorter than Ichigo, with striking blue eyes, covered with frames.

"Uryu! What did I tell you about opening the door?" they heard the voice of his mother call out. The woman looked out to see her guests and saw the smiling face of a familiar man.

"Isshin!" she wrapped her arms around him as he held her close, mindful that his daughters were still in his arms. "I'm sorry we weren't able to talk at the funeral. I didn't know you were heading this way. I would have informed Ryuken."

"Don't worry yourself, Kanae, I was already informed by him," Ryuken walked out of his home as he looked down to his son. "Uryu. Why don't you show Ichigo here your gaming system?" The young boy eyed the orange haired boy curiously as the other boy smugly stood up, exaggerating his height difference. "Sure, Father." The boys entered the home.

"I'll take these adorable little ones. I think someone wants cookies?" Kanae tickled the girl's tummies as they laughed. Once Kanae entered the home with the twins, was when Ryuken eyed the black-haired man in front of him. He remained silent for a while as he leaned against the door frame.

"Thanks for watching them," Isshin admitted.

"While you do something stupid," he pointed out as he straightened his tie.

"Maybe," he jested as he smiled, but his smile didn't reach his eyes. HIs whole demeanor seemed off, unlike the Isshin he used to know. "I bet your dying to tell me 'I told you so.'"

"Isshin, I would never-" he began to clarify as the other man held out his hand.

"I know! I...I just need to do this, Ryuken," he whipped his eyes as he shrugged it off while he made to leave.

"You'll return?" he asked, his voice unsure. Isshin turned and smiled as he nodded.

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Isshin walked into the candy shop and exhaled. He walked in, to find a knife at his throat.

"Sui Feng, always prompt and waiting for me," he chuckled as he felt the knife sink deeper.

"I will make sure this time when I torture you. I promise to make it last," the woman whispered into his ear.

"Well, Fuck. You sure you don't work as a sex operator in your spare time?"

"Sui Feng, just let him in," Urahara chuckled as the black haired girl glared at the blonde haired man and headed to the back of the store.

"Does she carry that shit, everywhere she goes?"

"Yep. I don't even know where she hides it in the shower."

Both men laughed. Once it became silent, the shop owner glanced at him thoughtfully. "You were warned. Why come back?"

"Masaki is gone."

Urahara nodded, aware of the funeral that had been held in honor of her passing.

"That still doesn't explain why you're here?"

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Shiba Clan

Yhwach heard the alarms go off, his clan's boundaries invaded in the middle of the night. They were prepared for an incoming attack. They weren't expecting for the enemy knowing every security drill. Arrows and snipers were decimating his soldiers from a distance. When they made to put on the electrical fence, the power had been cut off. No one would have betrayed the clan, and everyone was loyal to a fault.

'Isshin,' he thought of his son, he planned on his son retaliating, but he wasn't aware that he acquired friends.

He watched out his window as explosions went off, confining groups of his soldiers in one area, bodies shredded with machine guns, while fallen buildings entombed others. His Seventeen bodyguards were by his side, except for one, Gildrey. All members of his highly skilled guards waited patiently for their attackers. Only to find one entering his throne room, wearing black fitted gear, apparel of a Shihōin soldier. The masked man, hands, and body drenched in blood. He was dragging a huge man who hollered in agony while dark crimson liquid trailed him. The masked man pulled the cloth that obscured his face, revealing the familiar grin of his son.

"I'm back. I'm probably Fifteen, Sixteen, years too late," Isshin chuckled, as he let go of the bleeding man on the floor. "Don't worry about this asshole, he's slowly bleeding to death from his penis being cut off," he whispered the last part to members like if it was a secret.

All the members stared at the newcomer and then at their King, who nodded. Isshin instantly pulled out a 9 mm, shooting one dead center on the head. He barely dodged a bullet that scrapped the side of his arm. He snapped the neck of the shooter. One by one, they fought their previous prince, but he only overpowered them. He used his knife to cut some in two, while he let others bleed out from the bullet wounds he shot at specific vital points. He stared at the remaining member who looked around the floor that was soaked in red, while the moans of his dying comrades cried out for mercy.

"I know you were there, Quilge," he watched the round-spectacled wearing man, nervously shaking. Isshin pointed to the man's broken nose, and several scratches on his face, "Also, without having to look at your pathetic ass and fucking face. Gildrey told me everything."

Quilge felt a hard punch to his nose, re-breaking the bone that had been set. The cowardice man held his bleeding nose, holding his other hand up in surrender. "Gildrey was just the watchdog while you tried to attack my wife," a knife cut his hand. "The reason why that Pedophile Fuck got his dick cut off, was because I found these," Isshin held out pictures of his daughters, stolen from his wife's wallet. "You weren't expecting Masaki to kick your ass, so you had Gildrey hold her by her neck while you tried," Isshin pushed the knife to the man's genitals as he began to twist. "With the girl escaping to get help, you had to rush to kill her."

"Please, don't kill me," the man cried out, "Your father wanted her dead."

"I know," he slit the man's throat as he watched him try to put pressure to the wound while he choked, "but you still happily took the mission, with the intent to rape my wife."

Isshin stood up, feeling no remorse, surrounded by the men who slowly died in pain. He exhaled and whipped the blood on his sword as he turned towards his father.

Yhwach stared at the window, paying no mind to whatever transpired behind him, watching the flames engulf the buildings one by one from afar.

"The irony is that I made the mistake of not killing that girl after finishing off her parents. Masaki was it?" his father taunted him with his words as Isshin remained still, watching his father's every movement. "You let weakness cloud your judgment; you destroyed everything that had been built and stood for three hundred years. For what? A pretty face?" he turned, to eye his son. He could tell that his father was furious, to an outsider, he may have looked lax, but he knew better. It was the way his eyes stared at him as if he was ready to burn a hole through his forehead if the older man had the ability.

"It needed redecorating," he grinned, as his father raised a brow.

"Your jokes were amusing when you were a child. Now I find them frankly aggravating," he saw his father's foot shift slightly into a defensive pose as his hand loosely held the hilt of his sword.

"Having a son of my own. I understand your pain."

"Tch!" his father moved forward with determined speed, while Isshin countered by blocking his blade with his own. His father tried to procure a hidden knife. Isshin gripped his wrist, preventing his action and kicked in the older man's chest, knocking him down.

"Anything goes, huh? I can work with that," Isshin verified, throwing several knives towards the man on the floor. His father pushed away a few with his blade as one lodged into his knee, and the other scraped the edge of his cheek.

"Not bad," Yhwach flipped to the side, when Isshin dodged the fist that was heading to his right, he wasn't aware of his father's foot that hit him towards his middle. He felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, he looked down to see a sharp knife embedded into his father's shoe.

"You sneaky, son of a bitch," he quipped, finding hilarity in the situation. Isshin fought and dodged until he gripped the throwing knife still lodged in father's knee to jam it into his enemies shoulder. His father finally showed some emotion as he growled out in pain. Isshin swiftly pulled out his longer blade to lodged it into the older man's abdomen, forcing him to sit onto his throne. His father smirked and began to laugh. Blood spurted out of his mouth as he began to choke.

"I'm proud ... of you son, you're the killer ... I wanted you to be." He panted for air, as the blood stained his teeth. "Your drive... motivated by losing ... something you loved." He coughed. "I loved Jin... I had to prove to my father... that I was strong enough ... to do anything."

"Instead, you proved yourself to be weak. Letting other's dictate your life instead of fighting for something you wanted," Isshin snarled at the dying man.

His father sighed as his eyes glazed over, reaching out to shut his lids. Isshin removed his blade and whipped the excess blood on his leg. He looked around to see what his revenge claimed, and his heart still ached. It wasn't satisfied, because her smiling face was forever gone.

"You should have just left me alone, you stubborn old fuck," he punched the face of his father's corpse hard. It shifted to its side, as it began to slump over and fall onto the floor.

Urahara entered the gory room as he slowly stepped over the bodies, moving closer to the man who sat by a knocked over throne. It's deceased King face down beside it.

"Everyone is accounted for, and the Shihōin clan has killed what remained of the Dark Shiba Clan. All that is left is you," he chuckled as Isshin eyed him.

"I'm not a Shiba. My name is Isshin Kurosaki."

The blonde headed man nodded, "There are stocks, money lying in several safes, along with jewels."

"Take everything, separate it amongst yourself. I have no use for it."

Urahara bowed in thanks. "Well, this is where we part ways. Yoruichi sends her regards, and is forever if your debt."

"Suì-Fēng?" he grinned.

"She still hates you," he turned to leave," You have an hour or two before those flames begin to reach," he pointed outside as the man proceeded to leave.

Isshin nodded. He was alone again as he heard the doors shut closed.

Urahara was right, in regards to him being the remaining Shiba member. It solely ended with him. He studied his blade as he maneuvered the point into his abdomen. He can perform seppuku, and it would be all over. The pain would cease to exist. Maybe he'd see her again in the next life. Perhaps he was doomed to spend eternity in hell, for all the sins he committed.

"I don't know what to do Masaki. I'm lost," he whimpered, as the pain in his heart from losing her, hurt worse than the physical wounds he endured from seeking revenge.

He held the blade tightly, pushing down, feeling its end start to sink into his skin.

Ring.

He paused.

Ring.

He searched his pockets as he pulled out the ringing flip phone, holding it to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Dad!" he heard his son's low voice and heard sniffles on the other end.

"Yes, Ichigo?"

"I...I don't want to stay here anymore. Uryu is a jerk, always treating me like I'm stupid or something."

"Are you stupid?"

"No!"

"Then tell him that," he laughed as his son growled over the phone.

"When are you coming back?"

Isshin looked up and sighed. If he left now, he'd be able to pick his children up by noon.

"Never!"

"Dad!" his son yelled.

"You're right. I have to pick up Yuzu and Karin. You can survive there, Uryu is your best buddy now."

"He's not my friend."

"Okay, Okay. I'll be there by lunchtime."

"You promise?"

"I promise. Go to bed it's late," Isshin told his son.

The phone was silent for a moment before he heard his son start to sniffle again.

"Dad!"

"Hmm?"

"I miss her," his son blurted out, finally let loose the tears he'd been holding this whole time. Isshin felt himself begin to cry.

"I miss her too."

Isshin spent the next ten minutes, comforting his son, telling him he had to leave or he wouldn't be able to make it in time. He agreed and hung up the phone. Isshin left in time as the home he grew up in started to burn. He wasn't sure how long it would take before everything was just a pile of ash, but he wasn't going to remain there, he had a family to get to.

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At first, the retelling of his past had been painful, but he found himself divulging everything and finding it hard to stop. All tales, whether happy or sad, had an ending, though it wasn't his ending, unfortunately, it was the end of a great woman. An extraordinary woman, accepting him during a time when he was lost.

He finally glanced up, peering at the reaction of the children his wife and he created together.

His daughters, including Orihime, were in tears, the shock in their expressions was too much for Isshin to handle that he broke down right there. It felt like he'd been holding it in for so long, trying to be strong for his kids.

Yuzu seeing the reaction of her father, rushed up to hug him. She felt his body shaking from sobbing as she rubbed his back to comfort. She tensed for a moment, aware of the presence of her sister and one she came to know as one.

There were no words said amongst each one another, crying in a group hug. Sora remained seated, hearing the whole truth caused such emotional guilt inside of him. If he hadn't been so dead set on snooping on Ichigo, Isshin would have been able to keep the secret. He understood the lengths of protecting someone he loved.

'Sometimes the past catches up with us so fast, especially when you're basking in the happiness with the people you love. If you're not careful, it can consume those closest. I pray that day doesn't come to you Sora, then you might question the choices you made in your life again.'

Isshin's words echoed in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel ashamed. Sora stood and bent down onto the floor, face placed down in submission.

"I am so sorry, Isshin-san," Sora's voice broke through the silence of sniffles and weeping.

The girls moved aside as Isshin glanced down at the man on the floor. Whipping his face of tears, he grinned at the young man's foolishness.

"Sora, there's no need to apologize. I needed to get this off my chest a long time ago."

"Fourteen years," they heard Ichigo's distant voice as he began to snicker. The group wasn't sure when he had stood up from his chair to reside by the wall, to glare out the window distantly. He stood up, reassured his daughters that he was ok as he walked towards his son.

He stood beside him and had an inkling his son was aware of his presence, but not wanting to acknowledge it. "I understand if you're upset,"

"Upset! NO, I don't think that's the right fucking word for what I'm feeling, right now," he stood still, continuing to face outside.

"Ichigo," Orihime cried out and hesitated when she saw Isshin hold up his hand to prevent her from interrupting further.

"How did they find out?" he asked, and he instantly knew who his son was asking about.

"When I was interrogating Gildrey, he mentioned that my father was biding his time during my absence. No one was good enough in his eyes to replace him when he was gone. Years of aggravation, he chose to have his members look in the unlikely places for me, even if it was within the Clan's enemy territories. Several members died acquiring information, but he did not care as long as he had his son."

He watched Ichigo close his eyes and exhale loudly, anger written all over his features while his fist tightened.

"I ...I believed if I hadn't been such a coward to walk to school alone, she still would have been here. I always thought it was my fault."

"Oh, son! If you had gone alone they would have kill-," Isshin made to place his hand on his son's shoulder when he felt the unsuspecting punch instead.

Bam! Isshin fell to the floor, looking up to find his son furiously staring down at him in tears.

"Ichigo!"

"Ichi-nii!" His daughter's yelled in unison, but he raised his hands to halt their movements as they looked on in concern.

"Just close your fucking mouth. You've said enough. It should have been me then, not her," Ichigo yelled out as he slid down to the floor, holding his head, frantically whipping his face of his tears.

Isshin crawled towards his son and reached to hold him. He struggled with him as he tried to push and punch his father away. He squeezed his son's shoulders, forcing him to look at him.

"Don't ever say that again." he held his son close to his heart, "It should have been me," he heard his father whisper, like a mantra as he gripped him tightly in a hug.

Ichigo felt the tight grip of his father's hands wrap around him, and he ceased to fight anymore. He held his father and wanted to be upset with the choices he made, but knew he had tortured himself enough. Ichigo glanced up to pull Yuzu and Karin as they all comforted their hurting father.

Orihime and Sora hugged each other while glancing down and sympathizing for the grieving family.

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Please leave a review, I really want to hear your thoughts. I don't care how long they are and if you want to PM so no one sees that's okay as well. = )

How many of you guessed Kanan was Neliel's mother? = )

I just have to let you know I cried writing the really sad parts. Like I said I didn't want to write Masaki's murder through her eyes, I think it would have been difficult to write, so I just wanted to describe it from a detective giving details about her murder.

I'm sorry if it seemed like I was skipping through some years, but I wanted to get this chapter done. I felt like if I didn't watch myself, you would see several chapters of Isshin and Masaki. It was a joy to write about them, it was one of my favorite stories reading in the BLeach manga, even if it had a sad ending.

It broke my heart writing Ichigo as a twelve-year-old child losing their mother and his interaction with his father. OH GOD, Why do I do this to myself? I'm such an asshole.

I had to write Isshin with this dark sense of humor when he's killing especially how he handled Grand Fisher or Aizen in the manga. He's always joking around, even when sometimes he's very serious on important issues. I was trying not to write Isshin like Deadpool LMAO. I hope I didn't fail even if I did -O well!

Thanks again for reading my story.