"If... If I were the rain... that binds together the earth and the sky, whom in all eternity will never mingle...

Would I be able to bind two hearts together?"

~Inoue Orihime~

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For the Love of Ichigo

Chapter 2:

A bright, sunny morning greeted the citizens of Karakura Town. For 20 year old Kurosaki Ichigo, it was the same routine he did every morning. He opened his eyes anticipating the attack he knew that was going to happen.

"Gooooooooooood Mooooooooring Ichigooooo" Isshin Kurosaki greeted his son with a flying kick,the same one he used every single day.

Ichigo sighed.

When was his old man going to realize that he was not the same 15 year old kid he was 5 years ago? What happened to the serious side of his father as they stood alongside each other fighting Aizen? When was the old man going to realize that his kicks no longer affected him?

A punch to the face sent his father flying across the room. Ichigo heard the faint sound of pain chipping off a nearby wall as Isshin slammed into it.

Sigh. The old goat never learned.

As a former shinigami captain himself, Isshin popped back up the same way he always did after fighting with his son.

"My son I have nothing left to teach you." Isshin stated with anime style tears running down his face.

The old goat bearded man never seemed to give up despite the fact that he lost every single attack against Ichigo ever since he turned 16 four years ago.

Ichigo gave his father a scowl and made his way downstairs where he knew the promise of a good morning meal was awaiting him. His little sisters Yuzu and Karin greeted him as he stepped into the kitchen. Yuzi placed a plate of food in front of him as she always did. On days like this, he was almost glad he moved back home. After finishing his education at the university and obtaining his medical degree,Ichigo had moved back home so he could help his father with his clinic. He had been working non-stop since he had gotten his degree.

But today, today was different.

It was his day off.

This morning, Ichigo only had three things on his agenda.

Coffee.

Breakfast.

Training with Renji in Sereitei.

In that order.

He was going to enjoy his long awaited day off.

~0o0o0o0~

As he made his way to Urahara's shop, Ichigo felt a feeling of dread. It wasn't the same feeling he had when he faced Aizen in the Winter War 5 years ago but it was a different type of feeling.

"I'm just being paranoid" He muttered to himself stepped inside Urahara's shop. The shop owner,Urahara Kiskue, greeted Ichigo as he stepped inside the shop. As the former captain of the Gotei 13, Urahara had unmatched reflexes. He could sense him without having to look up. He nodded his head at Ichigo as he passed him on the way to the basement where there was a special gate that connected Ichigo to Soul Society.

As he stepped through the gate, his watch beeped signaling the supposed meeting time for training.

Great.

Thanks to his idiot dad he was late for training.

The old goat would pay for that later.

~0o0o0o0o0o Three Hours Later 0o0o0o0o0o0~

As the sunlight beamed down upon the two men, a small crowd began to form around them. Normally, this was not unusual since Ichigo was famous throughout Soul Society as a hero, but something was different. Distinctively different.

What made this training session different from all the other training sessions was the fact that the entire group that surrounded them was all female.

Strange.

Even though Renji thrived in female presence, even he realized this was indeed strange. He watched as the crowd grew from one or two girls to a mob of women. Was the captain of the 12th division doing experiments on people again?

"Yo, let's take a break for a minute." Renji exclaimed his face flushed a deep red similar to his pineapple shaped hair.

The two men sheathed their respective swords and took a seat near a blooming sakura tree some feet away. What made the situation even more odd was the fact that the crowd of women who had watched them spar was following closely behind. They all seemed to be clutching the same piece of paper as if their lives depended on it.

Strange indeed.

Renji, being the captain obvious he was, asked the question that was moving through Ichigo's mind at the current moment. 'Why were they being followed by a group of women?'

"Are we being followed?" Renji stage whispered loudly.

Ichigo watched with amusement as some of the women blushed a deep red. He didn't particularly want to know why these women were following them, but he just wanted them to go away so he could train in peace on his day off from the real world.

A scowl lighted Ichigo's features making his brown eyes more pronounced. This was the part where the women were supposed to go away and not bother him again. But to his amazement, only a few actually left the field mumbling to themselves but still a fairly large group actually remained after the scowl.

'Was he losing his touch?'

The shrill sound of someone shouting brought Ichigo out of his thoughts. He could recognize that irritating voice anywhere. Whether it was in Karakura Town or Soul Society, that shrill voice could carry for miles. The small form of a violet eyed, dark haired woman was heading in his direction shouting very loudly as if she was not only a few feet in front of him.

"Ichigo" she exclaimed as she stopped in front of him.

She took a moment to gape wide eyed at the sheer amount of women who were now surrounding the two men.

"Oi, midget"

The raven haired beauty formally known as Kuchiki Rukia shook her fist at the orange hair shinigami. Ichigo knew she despised the nickname he had given to her but it wasn't his fault that she was a midget.

"For the last time, I am not a midget" Rukia retorted. "I just happened to be slightly vertically challenged."

"That's just another word for midget" Renji whispered to Ichigo not wanting to be kicked by said midget.

Rukia face contorted in anger.

Renji took a step back. He knew he would pay for that comment later.

Renji did what any other person would have done in his situation: He changed the subject.

"What are you doing here, Rukia?" Renji asked with a knowing smile on his face. For some reason, anytime Rukia came around Renji asked the same question. It was slightly annoying.

Rukia smirked at the red-haired pineapple and withdrew a newspaper from her shinigami robes. She ignored Renji and turned her attention to confused, orange haired. part time, substitute shinigami.

"Have you read the paper lately Ichigo?" Rukia asked innocently.

A look of confusion crossed both men faces. With Renji finally achieving his goal of become a captain and Ichigo's medical career, who had time to read the paper?

The look on their faces had answered Rukia's question.

She silently handed The Sereitei Newsletter to Ichigo and Renji hoping they were smart enough to catch on to what she was showing them.

Ichigo scanned the contents not noticing a thing out of place when he saw it:

An Ad.

With His Name on It.

Searching for a Wife?

'What the.....?'

This was a joke right?

He looked back up ready to laugh the entire thing off but was startled by the look Rukia was giving him. Her violet eyes were glossy but there seemed to be a twinkle of determination in her eyes. He had seen that look before. Where he had seen it, he couldn't remember.

Ichigo brushed the thought aside as soon as it entered his mind.

He was not interested in finding a wife right now.

Ichigo ripped the paper to shreds and dropped the pieces of paper to the ground his anger building.

'Who would do something like this?' he wondered getting angrier and angrier

A flare of reiatsu laced with killing intent filled the air nearly suffocating his admiring fan-girls.

Whoever put this ad in the newspaper was going to pay dearly.

He was going to make sure of it.

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Well, that's the second chapter.

Now that Ichigo knows the reason for his fan-club what will he do next?

How will he react when he finds out that his father place the ad?

Find out next time and don't forget to review.