A/N: If there is any reader following this fic out there, please let me know you exist! It'll be a super spirit boost for me to keep on writing. Arigatou!

Disclaimer: Bleach is still Tite Kubo's, I just like to think outside the "Bleach" – hehehe!

"Mate Ryuu…we need to talk….I need to talk." Isshin said softly, placing a large hand on Ryuuken's shoulder.

"And I said…." Ryuuken grabbed Isshin's hand on his shoulder and grabbed Isshin's shoulder with his other hand, "There's nothing…" with an easy thrust he threw Isshin over his shoulder, "for us to talk about!" *WHAM* Isshin went flying over Ryuuken's head and landed hard on the ground on his back.

"Sayonara, Kurosaki!" Ryuuken said with an air of finality, fixed his coat and walked on.

Isshin slowly sat up, still slightly winded by the throw, he clumsily got on his feet and called out to Ryuuken again, but Ryuuken had used Hirenkyaku ((A/N: Quincy's version of Shunpo)) and was already at the entrance of the graveyard. Isshin could easily use Shunpo to catch up to him, but he decided against it: even if he was to pin him down, it wouldn't make a difference, he'd just have to wait until Ryuuken was ready to talk about them again, he does owe him that.

…...Later that Night, in a park behind Ryuuken's apartment…

It was midnight, and Ryuuken should've been asleep, but he just couldn't. He threw down his umpteenth burned out cigarette and reached in his pocket for another one. Usually the smoke helped him sleep, but not tonight, and it was agitating him to no end. Right when he got home from the graveyard he had taken a hot shower, and dive in to his paperwork, but after several hours of failed concentration and getting nothing done, he gave up. He was frustrated; frustrated at Isshin for bringing their past relationship up….or was he the one that brought it up in the first place? He was frustrated at the devilish smirk, the deep, gruff voice, the broad hand on his shoulder…UGH! Why am I swooning over him like a schoolgirl? Ryuuken cursed himself. That's what frustrates him the most, he hated the man, yet why had such a brief talk awaken these silly feelings, these irrational sensations?

"I hate you Kurosaki Isshin! And I hate myself for not being able to forget you!" he cursed loudly at the night sky, and dropped down on the grass, he had decided to take a walk and almost didn't realize he was now in the little park behind his apartment complex. It's a full moon tonight; Ryuuken absentmindedly smiled to himself, Isshin is probably smiling like an idiot just gazing at the moon; he loved the full moon. Isshin had once claimed that his Zanpakutou is strongest on a full moon, Ryuuken never believed him, but he love the full moon too…It was also a full moon that night…

…On a night 20 years ago…

Ryuuken was walking back to his dorm from night class when he heard a blood-curling scream up ahead. A split second later, he caught sense of a large Hollow reiatsu. Ryuuken dropped his book-bag in a trash can nearby, making a note to come back for it later and bolted toward the direction of scream. After a few minute he came face-to-face with a huge hollow, towering over a strawberry-blonde young woman, who lay unconscious on the ground. He recognizes her as one of his classmate in Anatomy.

Tanaka Misaki? She isn't a spirit….was she able to see the hollow? Ryuuken thought, well doesn't really matter now, if I don't act now she WILL become a Plus.

Ryuuken quickly transformed into his Quincy form and started firing a rain of arrows at the hollow, but doing little damage. Seeing this, he quickly drew his Seele Schneider and launched himself at the hollow, only to be thrown down when the hollow swings it arms at him, hitting him in the chest. As he fell down, Ryuuken again fire a hail of arrows at the hollow. Out of the corner of his eyes, Ryuuken spot a dark shadow flying toward him, he was caught in mid-air by the shadow, which turned out to be a handsome shinigami. The Shinigami lowered him down lightly to the ground, had the nerve to give him a devilish smirk and wink before launching himself at the hollow.

"Heki ,Engetsu!"(A/N: Heki = Pierce, I'm taking the liberty of hypothesizing what Isshin's Shikai release would be)) The Shinigami cried, causing a blast of reiatsu to shoot out of his blade. He brought his blade down on the hollow, which tried to block it and got its arm cleanly sliced off.

"Tch, so that wasn't enough eh?" the Shinigami cried as he fell to the ground, he made a sweeping motion with his zanpakutou,"Getsuga Tenshou!" he cried and sent a white flash in the shape of a crescent moon flying at the hollow, slicing another arm off.

"Dammit! Missed 'em again," he cried, "this guy's a stubborn one ain't he?"

"Tch, it's just because you are weak, shinigami." Ryuuken snorts

"EHHH?" the young shinigami cried indignantly, "I'm weak? Look who's talking, Quincy! If you're so strong, why did I have to come save your pretty ass?"

"I don't remember asking for your help, Bakka Shinigami!"Ryuuken retaliated

The hollow took the advantage of them yelling at each other to come roaring and charging at them, but both were fully aware of his presence.

"Wait your turn!" they both yelled at it unanimously without looking at it, and both shot an arrow and a Shakahou at it sending it flying back a few feet.

"Grr, I'll deal with you later, pretty boy!" Isshin growled at Ryuuken before launching himself at the Hollow again.

The Hollow opened its cavern of a mouth and prepared a Cero, as Isshin was charging for it

"Getsuga Tenshou!" The attack collided with the Cero and caused a giant explosion sending all of them to fly back.

As the Hollow was dissolving away, Ryuuken charged up to it and sliced off its head, just to be sure he thought.

"HEY! You stole my kill, damn Quincy!" Isshin exclaimed

"Stole your kill?" Ryuuken repeated, incredulous at the damn Shinigami, "You were the one that jumped in right in the middle of MY battle!" Ryuuken was never fond of the Shinigami lot, but this one especially tick him off, what's with the arrogant air and devilish grin.

"From the way it went down, seemed like you needed the help, Pretty boy." Isshin mocked

"Stop fuckin' calling me a pretty boy! I am not a fuckin' pretty boy! You stupid Ogre!" Ishida Ryuuken is not a pretty boy! Ryuuken protested, although a slight blush had colored his cheeks for some reason. Damn this Shinigami pisses him off!

"Heh, I guess as pretty and petite as you are I do seem like an ogre, eh?" Isshin jested with a lecherous grin, unphased by the insult.

UGH! He is so damn annoying! Ryuuken thought, so why does that lecherous grin fluster him so? Thankfuly, Misaki started waking up, saving Ryuuken from the lecherous shinigami. The Shinigami looked at her with awe for a long moment, Misaki does have that effect on men.

"W-what happened? Why am I out here? What are you doing here Ishida? And who's that man with you."

The shinigami walked over to Misaki, forgetting that Ryuuken was there.

"Bonjour, Mi Bella," the shinigami greeted her, kissing her hand. Corny, Ryuuken thought, but why the hell does he care anyway?

"Huh?" Misaki look up at the strange man in a traditional Shihakushou, dazed.

The Shinigami smiled pleasantly at her and reached out to help her up, one arm around her shoulder, the other holding her hand.

"Relax Kajin ((a/n: "beauty")), this has all been a dream, and I am Kurosaki Isshin, your prince" ((a/n: in asian culture someone's prince = man of their dream))

Tch, you're more of an Omi ((a/n: "ogre", demon)) Ryuuken thought.

"But, how is it a dream? When did I fall asleep, I was walking home?" Misaki asked, flustered.

"This is a dream, Tanaka-chan, you must have been too tired and didn't even realize you've fallen asleep, now let get you home." Ryuuken spoke up, walking over to her.

"O-okay…" Misaki nodded, still dazed.

"Alright, up you go!" Kurosaki exclaimed while scooping Misaki up into his arms and started walking, "Now, where to, beautiful?"

Ryuuken was shocked, this guy move fast, doesn't he? He decided to tail them, just in case; he had always deemed Shinigamis untrustworthy, but this guy tops the list.

They finally got to Misaki's apartment, Isshin still carrying Misaki in his arms, and Misaki innocently pointed Isshin to her bedroom, Ryuuken followed them the whole way, he was not about to leave an innocent girl like Misaki in the hand of a lecherous Shinigami that is Kurosaki Isshin. Isshin took her to bed and stooped down to lay her down, toppling on top of her in the process, Ryuuken immediately launched into action, pulling the shinigami off of his friend.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, fuckin' perverted bastard!" Ryuuken protested in a hushed voice.

"What, I tripped, she's fukin' heavy for such a tiny woman!" Kurosaki argues in the same manner.

"Huh," Ryuuken scoffed, "And why don't I believe you?"

"Because you have a dirty mind." Isshin replied, with a mischievous grin.

"Try because I have every reason not to trust you, perverted bastard!" Ryuuken retaliated, though he was blushing again.

"Heh, I should try and get you to do that more often; you're fuckin cute when you're embarrassed." Kurosaki smirked

Ryuuken felt his cheeks burning again and cursed himself for letting this perverted bastard of a Shinigami for doing this to him.

"Alright, she's all yours, I should be outta here before she 'wakes up.'" Kurosaki stated and before Ryuuken could reply, the mongrel had jumped out of the window and disappeared.

The next morning, as expected Misaki had asked Ryuuken about her "dream." She was puzzled as to how she was walking one minute, and was told she was "dreaming" the next. Quick-minded Ryuuken had told her that he saw her sleep-walking and had walked her home, luckily she seemed to have bought that story.

…..Back to the present…

Isshin was sitting on his bed, looking out the window to gaze at the beautiful full moon. He chuckled softly to himself at the memory of his first encounter with Misaki and Ryuuken. Now thinking about it, he probably shouldn't have acted like such a perverted jerk toward Ryuuken as he did, what's with all the relentless teasing and all, but hey, can't blame me that he was so adorable, Isshin defended himself. He blew out a long sigh, he know now that he was wrong, that it was his fault, that he shouldn't have acted the way he did around Ryuu, and then….he didn't stop THAT from happening. He had told Ryuu that he was drunk that night, but they both knew that was a lie. But he honestly had thought that Ryuuken felt the way he did, that it was just one night of fun….if he would've known….but he did know, he knew Ryuuken wasn't that type. But he can't really be blamed can he? They were both hormonal, idiotic young men. Isshin know that was a lie on his part too…but hey, everyone told him he had the maturity of that age.

Isshin blew out another heavy sigh, you're too old to be making excuses for your actions, Isshin. He scolded himself. Isshin picked up the small portrait of Misaki on his bedside table and caressed her face with his thumb.

"Am I doing the right thing by bringing this up again, Misaki?" he asked the portrait. When Misaki only smiled back at him, he blew out yet another heavy sigh and placed the portrait back in place. Isshin got up and walked to the bathroom that was connected to his master bedroom and turned on the steaming hot water to wash his face, maybe it would help clear his head and invite sleep too. He step out of the room and quietly patrolled the hall, peeking into his children's room to check on them. He opened the twins' door slightly to see they were soundly asleep, clinging on to each other and holding their own small portrait of their mother. Isshin smiled at the scene, he was glad the girls had remembered their mother so vividly despite how young they were when their mother had passed. He closed their door gently and walked over to Ichigo's room, just to find it unlocked. The room was dark but he could tell his son wasn't home. He had left Isshin a message saying that he's going to Ishida Uryuu's apartment to do "homework" after he had put the girls to bed. Isshin chuckled to himself, yeah…homework…right…and he bet he knows the subject too….male anatomy. He smiled wider when he thought about the irony of how similar Ichigo and Uryuu really are to their dads. History sure has a funny way of repeating itself, Isshin thought.

As if on cue, Isshin heard the front door click from downstair and a spiky, strawberry-blonde head poked it way through. Isshin waited until Ichigo had came in and locked the door behind him again, before whispering

"Bakudo no Roku-jusan, Sajo Sabaku!" ((a/n: I'm trying to say, way of binding no. 63, Locking bondage stripes))

Immediately, multiple strips of light formed and roped their way around Ichigo's torso, binding him. Before Ichigo could react, Isshin flew at him from upstair with a flying elbow and knocked Ichigo to the ground with a heavy thud.

"GAH, what the hell do you think you're doing Bakkaru!" Ichigo hissed.

"OH! Ichigo!" Isshin cried in a hushed voice as if he didn't know it was Ichigo coming in, "Sumimassen my boy, I thought you were a robber, given the hour of the night."

"Yeah, right!" Ichigo hissed, "You wouldn't have used Bakudo if you didn't know it was me."

"You don't know that," Isshin replied, "Bakudo is very useful against night prowlers, such as yourself."

"BAKKA! I'm not a thief, I live here!" Ichigo hissed, irritated at his moron of a dad.

Isshin merely shrug and gave his son a smirk, "I dunno, do you still live here? I thought you had moved in with Ishida-kun, seeing how much you've been over there."

Even in the darkness Isshin could see Ichigo reddening.

"Dad….I….it's just that….." Ichigo stuttered an explanation, but Isshin merely waved him off,

"No need for explanation….just do whatever makes you happy, you know I have no problem with it, I always knew you bat for both teams, hell, I do!"

Ichigo didn't know what was more terrifying; the fact that his dad had known ALL ALONG about his sexuality, or the revelation that his dad had once possibly been with a man. The thought of the two likely men that his dad had probably had a relationship with came to mind and scared the crap out of him. For a minute, he pondered if he should ask Uahara-san about this or not.

The contorted look on his son's face told Isshin exactly what he was thinking and made him laugh,

"You're having dirty thoughts again aren't you? you do know that it's wrong to think about your dad that way, don't you?"

"GAH! EEEW! What the fuck, dad! That's just ARGHH!" Ichigo cried, holding his head.

"In other word, you're saying, 'GAH, dad! Get out of my head!' right?" Isshin laughed, finally retrieving the Bakudo, his son had suffered enough for now.

"OH MY GOD, I…..I'm just gonna go up to bed!" and with that, Ichigo stomped up his way upstairs to his room. He was at the top of the stairway when isshin turned to him, he was serious again.

"Ichigo!" Isshin called up

"Yeah?" Ichigo replied

"Whatever you're doing, make sure you're serious about it; don't do anything that you'll both regret later, you hear me?"

"Yeah, yeah dad." Ichigo responded absently, he just wanted Isshin to leave him alone with his thoughts for now, but his dad wasn't gonna let him go that easily.

"I'm serious." Isshin stated, giving his son a hard glare Isshin have never seen before from his dad, "The heart is a precious thing, don't play around with it, you know I can fix almost any injuries, but I can't fix a broken heart, alright son?"

Ichigo sighed, "Yeah, I know dad…..I'm serious about Uryuu, I promise."

"Mm, good. 'Cuz believe me, you don't want to hurt an Ishida." Isshin replied.

Believe me, you wouldn't want to hurt an Ishida, Ichigo repeated in his head, what the hell is that suppose to mean? How would dad know, unless…. Ichigo didn't even want to think about it.

"Good night dad."

"Good night son."

A/N: So that's it for Chapter 2, what do you guys think? Is it too long-winded, am I writing my favorite guys in character? Please Review!