"Mmmmm!" Ichigo tried to say in protest as the lips covering her own slanted and she felt something wet lick along her closed lips and tried to jerk out of Chad's grasp when full realization finally hit her.

Oh god, that was his tongue wasn't it? He was attempting to ravish her mouth. And that was his tongue! She thought in a panic as she lifted her hands to his chest- and felt her mind go blank when she felt nothing but shirtless, smooth skin under her palms.

The slight contact causing her usually calm friend to growl like a wild animal and slam her against the door with enough force to almost knock the air from her lungs while he pinned her in place with one arm pressing across her collar bone, just shy of her throat and his other hand ran along her body in a way that she supposed was meant to help turn her on or something.

But only served to make her gasp against his lips when his hand skimmed the side of her breast before stopping cold- No that wasn't right, he didn't stop cold so much as pulled back away from her and simply stood there like a giant statue for a moment with his palm hovering over her chest and a peculiar expression on his face which was still hidden in the darkness until he reached over and flipped on the light just inside the door and blink at her.

His expression one of confusion as he took in her appearance for a moment before abruptly releasing her and doing a quick once over. His mind not quite comprehending what he was seeing.

The person standing before him had Ichigo's face. Ichigo's honey colored eyes. Ichigo's orange hair, though it appeared to be much longer than his friend usually wore it. The cut and style of it reminding him a bit of his classmate, Tauski's.

Longish in the front and on the sides and even longer in the back where it hung in soft layers down said person's back.

But no matter how much this person looked like Ichigo...there was just no way that this was his best friend. He refused to believe that it was especially since he had felt for himself that the body hidden under those clothes was wholly feminine.

"W-What- Who-" He said as he looked the person over again, his mind picking up on certain little details that he hadn't noticed before causing him to doubt himself as his eyes landed on an old scar that Ichigo had gotten when they had first become friends after taking a knife to the shoulder.

The shoulder that was currently bared by the shirt said female was wearing.

The girl put her small hands out in an almost placating gesture as she said his name in that husky sounding voice that Chad would recognize anywhere. "C-Chad. Calm down. I-I can explain-" She said in an almost pleading tone as his eyes widened in realization and he slowly backed away from her feeling more than a little used and betrayed. "I didn't mean to hide this from you...but- I didn't exactly have a choice in the matter. I was following my dad's orders to hide myself. I've been hiding ever since my mom and twin brother were both killed." Chad gave her a dark, angry look- silencing her before he bothered to try and reign in his temper enough to ask.

"You're really a woman?"

She hesitated for a second and then nodded her head. Causing him to growl at her threateningly before rushing her and once again slamming her against the door- only using one of his hands to prevent her from being hurt when her head snapped back on her neck as he glared down at her before practically yelling at her, "Do you have any idea what I was about to do to you?! What I would still do to you even now?!"

Gripping the hair at the nape of her neck in his fist, he pulled at it angrily, forcing her head back so that he could see her pained/shocked expression while he grappled with his temper.

He couldn't recall a time ever being so angry with someone. Nor could he ever recall a time he'd so wanted to rip someone apart with his bare hands.

He had never been so mad, not even back when he had been younger and lived with his grandfather.

And yet- Yet...perhaps this would make things easier for him. Especially since he held a somewhat unhealthy obsession with Ichigo and sex. But then again, it could complicate things as well.

For starters, he was a possessive man and there was no guarantee that once he'd had Ichigo he would be willing to let her go. And then there was the distinct possibility that he would lose control of himself during... Uh, sex. And possibly lay claim to her in the most primitive way he could think of.

Which would leave her with few prospects for the future since she would be birthing and raising his child/children.

And bastard that he was- he couldn't really find it in himself to care right that moment if she wound up pregnant with his offspring. Just as long as she was his and his alone.

Closing his eyes against the look of fear she wore on her face he asked from between gritted teeth, "When was you're last period?"

She blinked at him as his eyes slid open again and studied her as he waited for her to reply.

Ichigo blinked up at him, the hold he had had on her hair loosening somewhat and becoming less uncomfortable as she tried to think of why he would ask her that question. After all there had to be a reason. Maybe he was worried that she would wind up pregnant if he proceeded.

Yeah, that must be it.

"Uh... T-Three days." She replied hesitantly, missing the sudden spark that lit up his dark eyes as he released her again and then grabbed her wrist and began towards his living room where he then pushed her down and then disappeared into one of the back rooms for a second or so.

Leaving her to her own vices while he prepared his bedroom for later.

His mind demanding that he at least make her first time with him as pleasant as possible since she was a virgin and it was the least he could do for the girl who had been his closest friend.