Trust...

Ichigo sat waiting for assistance. All he needed was a needle, some alcohol, a a towel, and hell! He could fix his ass up himself. But his dad had insisted he go get professional help. So here he was sitting in a cold windowless room waiting for the damn doctor.

Finally the door opened and in walked a young man, he had black hair to his chin.

"He..hello." He looked down at his clip bord. "Ichigo Ku..ro..sa..ki." He looked back up. "Um.. Im Hanatora..umm Miss Unohana said I had to..um.. help you."

Ichigo nodded. Hanataro stood still.

"Um... are you okay?" Ichigo asked.

The man nodded frantically. "Mhmm...Its .. i never really helped anyone. I usually..get coffee um.. stuff like that." Hanataro placed the clipbord down and smiled. "Um.. of you could please..um.. roll up your sleeve and ill have a look."

Ichigo unbuttoned his cuff and pulled up his sleeve revealing his wound.

Hanatoras' eyes buldged. "Dear geesh! What happened?!"

Ichigo was quite amazed...he had never seen anyone turn green so fast. "You should have seen it last night."

Hanataro grabbed cotton swab and the alcohol. "This might hurt a bit.." He drenched the swabs in liquid, he slowly began cleaning around the deep cut. "So... um.. how old are you?"

"Seventeen.."

Hanataro nodded. "Im nineteen."

"Oh." Ichigo looked at his hand. "Oh ya, I have this too." He extended his hand.

Hanataro jumped back knocking over a few containers and his clipbord. "Im...Im sorry!" He had also split the alcohol.

Ichigo leaned down and picked up the clip bord. Then something caught his eye.

Shiba, Kaien

Antibiotics,

"Kaien Shiba was here?" Ichigo looked up at hanataro who was rearranging the containers.

"Um..im not..not supposed to reveal other paitents information."

"Is he sick?"

Hanataro nervously shook. "I cant really say."

Ichigo glared at him, "Thanks for the help." Ichigo rolled down his sleeve and stood up.

"Mr. Kurosaki... Um, where are you going?"

Ichigo was in his own world. He was already out the door.

xxxx

Ichigo sighed heavily. "I just need a 'get well soon card'. I dont need that other shit."

Yoruichi pouted. "Your no fun Ichigo." She handed him the card and began putting the other merchandises that were rejected. "Why did you need this card again?"

Ichigo placed the money on the counter. "Dont worry about it." With that, he turned on his heel and walked out of the store.

...

Urahara tapped his chin with his fan. "I dont like this."

Yoruichi nodded. "I dont either. He is up to something and knowing the kurosaki men, its not good."

Urahara nodded. "Wait.. what?" He turned to his wife. "What are you talking about? He didnt even ask how i was doing?!" Urahara walked into the back room. "THE NERVE ON THAT BOY!"

xxxx

Ichigo stood at the Kuchiki's Mansion waiting for the door to be opened. He knocked again.

The door opened and Renji leaned out. "Can I help y-" His eyes widened. "The fuck do you want?"

"Is Kaien home."

"You cant see Rukia! Get out our porch! I outta ki-... did you ask for Kaien?" He opened the door wider and leaned against its frame. "Maybe he is. Maybe he's not."

Ichigo nodded. "I see. Well ill just wait here til you decided whether he's here or not. Take your time." He looked down at his watch. "Barely 8:30."

Renji turned red. "He's inside." He stepped aside allowing Ichigo access through the door. "Dont get to close. He's a disease."

Ichigo walked in. "Which room?"

"Down this hall and first door to the left." Renji walked his way to the kitchen.

Ichigo walked down the hallway and stopped at the first door to the left just as Renji had instructed. He grabbed the knob and turned it then gently pushed the door open.

He looked in, a woman with brown hair stood holding an empty cup. He face was pink and she looked at ichigo with wide eyes.

"Excuse me." She said.

Ichigo stepped aside. He shut the door beind him and grinned.

"Kaien buddy. I heard you were sick and thought i come by."

Kaien sat on the edge of his bed holding a trashcan at his feet. He smiled. "Hey handsome!" He coughed and spit into the trash. "I didnt expect you to come visit. Is that stuff for me?"

Ichigo looked down at the card and book in his hands. "Oh, uh..yeah." He looked down at his feet. "Here."

Kaien took the gifts and grinned. "Thanks kid." He looked down at the book. "Shakespear?"

"Yeah. He's pretty crazy. But, he makes alot of sense."

"How did you know i was sick?"

Ichigo sat in a nearby chair. "I just had a feeling. And what kind of friend would i be if i didnt check up on you."

"Your a great kid Ichigo. If you didnt have a home, i would take you home with me."

Ichigo felt a shiver crawl down his back. "Thanks. I think."

The room suddenly got quiet. Ichigo looked around and kaien stared at him. It was quite irratating. Or maybe more awkward than irratating. Ichigo was turning red. What was this guys problem!? Fucking look away!

"Ichigo we are friends right?"

Ichigo was suddenly posessed. He nodded back. "Mhmm."

"And as a friend you would be willing to help me. Right?"

Ichigo nodded again.

"Friends Trust eachother. Im going to trust you, to help me."

"Okay."

"You know my dear Fiance Rukia."

Ofcourse he knew her. He knew he better than kaien knew. But no one eles knew that ichigo knew Rukia the way he did. Only he and her knew.

"Yeah?"

Kaien leaned in closer and whispered. "I think Renji has a little crush on her. And i dont like the idea of that. So as a friend will you watch out for him. And watch over Rukia?"

"Define 'Watch over'." Ichigo whispered back.

"I dont know, go places with her. Keep her busy and on the move. I dont want Renji alone with her. But atleast if your there, I will know she's in good hands."

Ichigo smiled. "I will do this for you Kaien. What are friends for right?"

Kaien smiled his stupid charming boy smile. "Thanks Handsome! Man! I feel so much better now." He laughed a bit. "Now ichigo dont go falling inlove with Rukia."

Ichigo laughed along with him. "Too late."

They both laughed again. The ichigo stood up.

"I better get going. I have some things to do."

Kaien nodded. "Hey kid, will you do me a favor and send the lovely lady Miyako back in."

Ichigo nodded. He walked out of the room to find lady with brown hair standing at the door.

"Miyako?" She nodded back. "Kaien wanted you." Her face turned a bright pink and she nodded again. "Can you direct me to Lady Rukias' room?"

Miyako smiled. "To your right past the kitchen, the third door."

Ichigo turned away and hurried to her room. He didnt bother to knock, he just opened the door and quickly shut it behind him.

Rukia was asleep on her bed, disappointing Ichigo. He didnt want to wake her. Slowly he crawled and laid down beside her. She hugged her pillow and scooted away from ichigo.

The silence began to speak with him. He could only hear the word 'Trust'...his stomach turned at the thought of kaien trusting him. Ichigo kurosaki was a good boy, or so he was told. The mere thought of him breaking someones trust made him sick. Sadly he pushed himself off the bed and walked over to Lady Rukia's dresser. He pulled out a pen from her cup holder and began writing on a blank sheet of paper.

Dear Lady Rukia,

I am writing to you because your asleep in your bed and i do not have the heart to wake you. Life is fucked up, and not everything you want is what you get. At the end of this story, I have a feeling i will not get what i want. But i do not want the story to end just yet. Thank you for stopping the rain.

Love, Your Prince Ichigo

He stopped writing and folded up the letter. The he left her room mentally kicking himself for doing the right thing. Fuck! He thought. Fuck Trust!