Ahh, another one. I've written five chapters in two days, counting this one. I hope you all are enjoying my story so far. I especially like that last chapter. Love it when they show Ichigo shirtless. Drools Well, as I drown in my drool, you guys may enjoy another chapter! Thanks!

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Chapter Five

Ichigo returned to his room and sat at his computer desk. He turned it on and thought it over; Aizen's threat, how much he like Rukia, his sister ... He couldn't find anything that could get Aizen off his back, still be friends with Rukia, and keep his family safe.

The beeping sound told him that his computer was ready. He typed in his password (an: I would tell you it but I don't think he would be very happy...heehee No one likes people telling their password to the world.). The computer loaded quickly. Good thing it was fast because he wasn't in the mood for waiting. He opened an Internet Explorer. As he signed on his email account it read that he had 134 new emails. This surprised him. He rarely ever got any emails. Almost all of them were from unknown senders but there was a few from Inoue, Rukia, his dad, and his friend Keigo. He opened the one from Rukia first and it read:

Ichigo,

I hate you. You should just go die in a corner alone. I never liked you. Go kill yourself.

Rukia

P.s. Do something about your hair. It's a menace to society.

Ichigo re-read the letter in shock. This couldn't be from Rukia. She would never say things like that. Would she? He had just met her today, so he wasn't even sure if today was an act. He deleted the email and opened his inbox. He recognized a few people from school but otherwise he had no idea who half the people were. He didn't bother reading anymore of them, even the ones from his family. The subjects told him everything.

Go kill yourself.

Dye your hair or something.

Loser.

One caught his attention though. He knew it was from Aizen because it was titled, Little shit. He debated on whether he really wanted to read what was inside it. He hesitantly opened it. He read it slowly:

ya lil shit!

wat did i tell u bout talkin to da girl? arent ur sis at friends house? shouldnt let dem out of ur site. tings cud happen. dont talk 2 rukia again, got it? dye ur hair, or else

ur worst enemy

Ichigo's heart jumped at the mention of his sisters. The back of his mind laughed at how bad Aizen's grammar and spelling was but the front part was scared. Scared for his family. He didn't know that he was being constantly spied on by school members. He didn't know that Aizen was watching him while Rukia was there.

He decided to finally dye his hair. Something told him if he didn't, things would get seriously dangerous. For him, his family, and possibly even Rukia. He deleted all of the new emails and shut down his computer. He went onto his closet and opened the bottom drawer of his dresser. He shoved a few pairs of pants aside and got the hair dye. He dragged himself back into the bathroom. He let the cold water run, making his dad think that he was in the shower. Again. He didn't want to be waiting for 30 minutes and finally get in finding that he ran out of hot water.

He applied the hair dye and let in sit in his hair for 45 minutes. The label said 20-30 minutes, but he was afraid that if there was one strand left orange, that they would take it as some sort of rebellion. He got in the shower and felt the warm water run against his skin. This was one of the only times a shower felt uncomfortable and unsafe. He got out after washing away the dye thoroughly. He stepped out and attempted to look in the mirror. The glass was too fogged up to tell.

He dried himself off and got dressed again. He walked into his room and looked into the mirror placed at the back of his closet. He nodded in satisfaction. It was definitely a change but he'd have to get used to it. He walked downstairs to get a small snack before he set off to bed.

He heard footsteps running toward him; dad was coming.

"Ichiiii-go?" he heard him stop. "Is that you?"

Ichigo turned around to face his dad. He let a small smirk fall onto his face. "Yeah."

"Ok-ay," Isshin said before walking away.

It was the first time Ichigo had seen his father try to attack him but not lay a hand on him in the end. Maybe this new colour was a good thing after all.

He walked back upstairs and got into a pair of boxers and a loose T-shirt. He slipped into bed, almost happy. He thought of Rukia. Will I be able to talk to her? No, I can't if it puts my family in danger.

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I know. This was a short chapter. I wonder what colour he dyed his hair? Pink? Green? Brown? It could be any of those. I guess you'll have to read the next chapter in order to find out! R&R!!

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Eva-miko