Yay, people love my story! And do not worry, it is not a Gary Stu. I hate those, and there will be very little romance/fluff/etc in this story. Unless I have a mountain of reviews asking for pairings... Then I may reconsider.

Sorry, I got a little side-tracked. Lets go ahead and get to the story...

If Ichigo's life had been a plane, it would have been going into a nose-dive. A spiraling, flame-wreathed nose-dive into an oil refinery. While waiting for Yuzu to fix dinner, he and Rukia had spoken with H. They had learned a few things before his dad came in with a wedding-dress magazine and starting talking about thinking ahead. H could see Soul Reapers, and he knew a thing or two about Hollows. It seemed H excelled in killing non-human things, according to himself. He had come to their town to look for a job and learn about Soul Reapers and Hollows.

Lucky Ichigo happened to be the first Soul Reaper he met. And, in a twist of irony, his father had hired him earlier that day. He had been waiting at the bus stop for a ride to the Kurosaki Clinic, as it turned out. Also, it seemed that Hunt was not his real name, but only an alias. His real name had not yet been revealed, so they only knew him as H. And Ichigo hated that name. 'Who goes by a letter? Unless they work for the British spy people or something, it made no sense!' Ichigo thought.

Now they were all sitting down in the living room, waiting to eat. "Dinner will be ready in a minute!" Yuzu yelled from the kitchen.

"Excellent!" H clapped his hands together and smiled. He didn't notice the death glares Ichigo kept shooting him.

"My daughter is such a good cook!" Isshin exclaimed. "She basically runs the house. She has ever since..." Tears welled in his eyes, and he glanced over at the huge poster of his wife.

"I'm sorry for your loss," H comforted his new boss, slightly creeped out.

"Thank you!" Isshin went back to his happy, smiley self. "Soooo... Ichigo..."

"What?" Ichigo fixed his gaze on his father. He knew this wasn't going to be a fun conversation.

"How long have you been dating Miss... Miss..." Isshin looked over at Rukia. "What did you say your name was?"

"Rukia Kuchiki," she bowed, "And we've been dating for a few weeks now."

"How did I not know this?" Isshin sighed. "A father should always know what is going on in his son's life!"

"No he shouldn't!" Ichigo barked. "There's something called "Privacy", you know!"

The door to the kitchen flew open the moment he finished that statement, and Karin leaned through the doorway. "Dinner's ready!" she smiled. 'And perfect timing, too. They were about to start fighting!' she thought to herself.

"Huzzah!" H exclaimed. "I'm starving!"

A few minutes later, everyone was busy stuffing their faces. Ichigo and Rukia were, of course, sitting next to each other. Across from them sat Karin and Yuzu. H and Isshin sat at the opposite ends of the table. "This is good," H complimented as he shovelled rice into his mouth.

"Yeah!" Rukia agreed.

"Thank you," Yuzu bowed meekly.

"So, Ichigo..." Isshin sipped his tea casually, "Continuing our conversation..."

"Uh oh..." Ichigo looked over the rim of his own glass.

"Where did you two meet?" Isshin smiled.

"School," Ichigo replied bluntly.

"How did it happen?" his dad smiled.

"We sit next to each other in class," his voice was saturated with annoyance.

"Aw, how sweet..." Isshin clapped his hands together.

"ARE YOU TRYING TO EMBARRASS ME!?" Ichigo slammed his fists on the table.

"Uh oh..." Yuzu, Karin, Rukia and H all leaned back from the table.

"NONSENSE!!!" Isshin slammed his palms on the table and stood up. "I AM NOT TRYING TO EMBARRASS YOU!!!" Isshin then sat down calmly and took another sip of his tea.

"Hmph..." Ichigo growled.

Isshin smirked. "If I was, I would ask something like "How many times have you two made sweet, passionate love to each other?" or something like that!"

Chaos erupted. Rukia choked and spat out her tea, spraying it all over Karin, who sat there dumbfounded. Yuzu clapped her hands over her ears, shocked at what she had heard. H fell out of his chair laughing. Ichigo, his face red with anger and embarrassment, dove over the table and tackled his father. They both fell to the floor, throwing punches and kicking their feet. Rukia attempted to apologize to Karin, who was too busy yelling at Ichigo and their father for being idiots to notice Rukia. Yuzu attempted to eat her dinner calmly, and H watched as the room degraded into a state of anarchy.

10 minutes later, Isshin and Ichigo were both out cold. Karin had beaten them over the head with a plate, of course. Rukia, H, and Yuzu were done eating and were having a friendly conversation about the weather. "Does this happen often?" H pointed at the father and son sprawled out on the floor.

"Yes. Quite often..." Karin sighed.

"What happened?" Ichigo sat up. He now had another black eye to coincide with his old one.

"You and dad ruined dinner," Karin replied.

"Oh..." Ichigo shrugged. "Sorry 'bout that."

"So are you going to answer that question?" Isshin sat up suddenly.

"SHUT UP YOU OLD PERVERT!" Ichigo spun around and landed a punch in the center of his face.

"Ouch..." Isshin fell back down.

"This is normal..." Yuzu informed H.

"Remind me to eat dinner here more often..." H smirked.

"What a bunch of idiots..." Rukia stoicly sipped from her glass of tea.

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"Ichigo, Rukia, Hunt," Isshin addressed them. They were all done eating now, and Karin and Yuzu had gone upstairs to play. "I need you to do some things for me."

"What kind of things?" Ichigo's eye twitched. He only had one thing on his mind right now: Patricide.

"I need two people to go pick up some medical supplies for me," he stated. "Rukia, H, I hope you don't mind doing me a favor," he pointed at them.

"No problem, Mr. Kurasaki," Rukia smiled.

"Sure thing, boss," H waved.

"Ichigo, I need you to stay with me and take care of a few other things," Isshin turned to face his son.

"Like what?" Ichigo raised an eyebrow.

"Father-son things," Isshin smiled slyly.

'Great,' Ichigo thought, 'He wants to have a talk with me...'

"Here's a map to the store!" Isshin handed H a piece of paper. "Better hurry, it closes in 30 minutes."

"No problem, boss," H opened the front door. "Come on, Miss Kuchiki. Lets go..."

"Alright. Bye Ichigo!" Rukia waved to him as she walked out the door. "Have fun!"

Slam!

"Okay son..." Isshin looked over at Ichigo, "Lets go to your room and have a nice, friendly discussion..."

'Where's a soul-starved Hollow when you need one?' Ichigo thought weakly.

Thus ended yet another horrible chapter in the horrible story of his horrible life.

Alright, that's the end of chapter 3 and the end of Ichigo's side of the story. Every 3 chapters, the perspective will change to a new character. Next chapter will be in Rukia's perspective. I hope you're all enjoying the story! Review, please!