AN: Hi there, sorry for keeping you guys waiting again :O
First of all I decided to read the Bleach manga from where the anime is at, so now I'm up to date *yay* :3 was worth it because there so much about Urahara there *happy*
After that I got stuck writing the UraIchi!ness this time, I wanted it to be perfect but I know that I won't be able to pull something like that off *sigh*. So I have re-writting this thing 3 or 4 times now, trying to bend it the way I wanted it to go. It was hard :O And I really wanna thank you guys for reviewing, it really made me kick my own ass hard enough to write it faster. I actually wanted to write a few more scenes into this chapter, but I was afraid I'd spend a whole week just trying to get it scribbled down, and I figured you'd be fine with these scenes :3 *hopefull* It's not as long as the last chapter, but almost ^^ Hope you'll enjoy it so I didn't waste time writing it ;D
Also, I've corrected some of the mistakes in the earlier chapters, but nothing so serious you'd need to read them again. They haven't been betaed yet either :C, neither have this chapter.

Disclaimer: I do now own Bleach or any of the characters you'll find in that universe. Some awesome japanese guy (Tite Kubo) owns them, which is probably for the best ^^;;

Warnings: Hmm... a little action I guess, but nothing smutty in the chapter, so shounen-ai level I guess --- I'm surprised, I kinda expected I would have them go at it like rabbits already in chapter two, but you just never know where 'not having a 100% plot layout' will take you, right?

On with it!

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Chapter San – Down the wrong road?

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"OW!"

Ichigo felt an oncoming headache as his face was practically smashed against dirty wooden floorboards. His vision blurred a little as dust entered his nostrils and mouth making him cough. He could feel strong hands holding him down – one on the back of his head pushing it down and other had his right arm pinned behind his back in a painful grip. Panic alarms went off in Ichigo's brain as he tried to throw the person restraining him off, but found his struggling was in vain – the restrainer was way too strong and in this position he had a huge advantage over Ichigo.

His head was spinning fast and despite the threat of the pain to his skull he tried to collect his thoughts. His memory worked slowly trying to relocate his knowledge of where he was and what he was doing.

"When you have calmed down I'll release you, so just stay still for a little while, Kurosaki-kun."

That was definitely Urahara's voice, and by the sound of it he was a little short of breath, but Ichigo could practically see that mischievous smile hidden in his voice. Ichigo tried to get a focus on his surroundings, but watching from this strange point of view made it hard to recognize anything. The only things he could recognize was a chair that had been tipped over and paper and books which was scattered around the two of them. He slowly realized that the floor was that belonging to Urahara's 'lab'. So now he knew where he was, but what was he doing pinned to the floor with the owner of said lab kneeling over him keeping him from moving around?

"Sure, whatever... You can let me go now, Sandal-Hat. It's not like I'm going to attack you or anything." Ichigo relaxed in Urahara's hold to let the other know he was calm.

"Why, Kurosaki-kun, it would be pleasurable if you could control yourself this time. I know I'm stunning and obviously hard to resist, but you need to learn when to stop. Jumping me like that... you caught me there."

"..." Ichigo frowned. When had he jumped Urahara...?

Oh yeah, everything came back to him now. He felt a blush rising to his cheeks as he remembered everything. Urahara had kissed him. The older man really was a pervert and he had kissed him out of nowhere. Well, not entirely, he had warned Ichigo that he would do it, 'So if you get a kiss', was what he had said. Bastard. Fucking pervert. And yet Ichigo felt like he was the one who should apologize even though he was the one currently in pain.

"Y-yeah... Sorry about that. Don't know what came over me..." He truly didn't know. All he could remember was that when Urahara had stopped kissing him, he had felt so unbearably hot and at the same time really angry that the older man had interrupted the act when he needed – wanted – more. Urahara had stepped away and said something, but Ichigo hadn't been able to focus on it at all, he only paid attention to Urahara's slightly exposed chest's heaving with every breath he took, his blonde hair moving lightly in slow motion around his features as he flashed a smile and forced Ichigo's focus to those soft and slightly swollen lips. Ichigo had launched forwards flinging his arms around Urahara's neck, he caught a glimpse of shocked grayish eyes locked with his own before their lips connected again and he closed his own eyes.

They had fallen to the floor as Urahara was too surprised to keep them steady when Ichigo pushed all of his weight onto him. On the way down Urahara reached for support but only managed to catch a chair and brought it down with them, knocking its legs into multiple piles of work documents sending books and papers flying around them. Ichigo landed on top of Urahara, sitting up to straddle his hips and placed his hands on the blonde's shoulders.

Ichigo blushed again remembering how tempting he had thought Urahara was lying underneath him, arms stretched out, blonde hair sprawled around his head - for once not covering his face or neck - giving Ichigo a clear view of those intense, currently shocked, eyes. After a few seconds of reveling in the view of the slightly puzzled shop owner looking like he was waiting for Ichigo to continue, Ichigo had bent over, his lips mere inches away from Urahara's ear, and he had teasingly repeated the same sentence Urahara had said to him only minutes before - 'I'll take your silence as a 'yes', Urahara-san' – and then he had started kissing and sucking on the blondes neck, while his fingers traced the opening of the fabric on Urahara's chest purposely touching his skin from time to time, dipping slightly inside attempting to tease the older man.

Ichigo felt a shiver crawling agonizingly slow down his spine. He really had jumped Urahara, he was the pervert here. He felt like punching himself square in the face, hoping that he might wake up from a nightmare. Ichigo sighed, he remembered feeling the others hands on his hips, making a weak attempt to push him off while the orange haired youngster had resumed to tightening his hold on the others shoulders grinding their groins together. It had felt so good that Ichigo found himself moaning and wriggling to try and get more body contact. Now that he thought about it, he might have heard Urahara calling his name and it might have been preceded by 'stop' and followed by 'get off' but at this point he wasn't really sure. Ichigo shivered, something weird was going on inside of him though that much was for sure. Hopefully it wasn't just teenage hormones running wild but something he could actually blame for his behavior.

Luckily for Ichigo and his sanity Urahara had collected himself enough to start knocking some sense into the teenager, preventing him form doing even more humiliating things. He had pushed Ichigo back rather forcefully, with the result that the orange topped boy had hit his head hard against the floor. The impact had been followed by Urahara's hand gripping the back of his head almost crashing his skull onto the floor, and that would be where Ichigo came back to his senses... How was he ever going to face Urahara after that?

"Hmm... I guess I brought most of that cute little display of yours upon myself, I more than miscalculated how much control you have over yourself right now." Urahara let Ichigo free and moved away from him, stepping a few more steps back than necessary Ichigo noted. Perhaps he wasn't sure that Ichigo was back to his normal self just yet. Ichigo wondered if he would ever be.

"I... I didn't mean to... you know." Ichigo sat up and rubbed his head, he'd hit the floor rather hard and he was sure he'd get a lump there. He could hear Urahara move around, but he didn't dare look at him, not until he knew if the shop owner was angry with him or not.

"I know. And that would be why I won't hold you responsible for anything this time." Urahara had stressed the 'this time' part. "Don't expect me to let you go this easily if you ever try to do something like that again though."

Ichigo felt a new shiver trying to crawl up his spine; somehow the way Urahara had said it and that chuckle in his voice made Ichigo doubt how he should interpret it. Somehow it seemed less like a threat, that Urahara would knock him out cold for getting in his personal space, than a warning that if Ichigo ever advanced on him again, he would take it further. He wasn't sure he wanted to know if he had read it the right way.

"Uh, thanks... I guess." Ah, his life was great. First he'd lost his virginity to a hollow – and he didn't know why he had accepted that fact so easily – which had somehow let him to think Urahara was the answer to his problems formed in the aftermath. And now he'd lost his first kiss to a perverted old man, who happened to be Urahara, while trying to solve his problems. To make matters worse, he had actually enjoyed both experiences. Ichigo cursed himself; he hated how he seemed to be unable to keep himself in denial about anything. Things just didn't go according to the way he wanted them to, and somehow all of his problems had something to do with the blonde shop owner who was currently eying him in a way Ichigo didn't like.

"If you have calmed down, I think now would be a good time to start examining you." Urahara started to advance on him again, somehow Ichigo felt like the tables had turned.

"No!" He got up and started to stumble towards to door. He'd rather dress up in the most embarrassing outfit Kon could dish up with than letting Urahara take a peek down his pants, especially when he was currently worse off down there than when he entered the room.

"Come on, Kurosaki-kun. We already agreed upon this and you even managed to get a second kiss for free from me." Urahara caught his wrist successfully stopping Ichigo's escape attempt number two since he entered the lab. Ichigo felt himself being spun around to face the shop owner, who caught his other wrist as well lifting his arms into the air making Ichigo stand on his toes.

"I never agreed, that was all you!! Let me go, you... pervert!!" Ichigo wasn't sure when he'd last used that many exclamation marks while talking, but right now he couldn't afford to go without them, he needed to get it through to Urahara.

"Oh? Pervert you say? Well if you already see me in that way then I guess there's no reason to hold back anymore, is there?" Urahara got that mischievous smile upon his face and Ichigo's eyes widened a little, afraid of what he might have brought upon himself.

"Wha-whoa!" Ichigo felt his body being lifted from the floor and he was lowered to a table behind him, his legs left dangling over the edge as Urahara stepped in between them. Ichigo gulped as a hand was on his chest, pushing at it, making him fall backwards until he was lying flat on his back, the hand staying there keeping him from getting back up.

"Urahar-aaah!" Long fingers slipped beneath the hem of his shirt pushing it up until his stomach was completely exposed to the older man. Urahara let his fingers linger slightly at the stomach muscles feeling them clench and unclench beneath his touch. Ichigo felt all the blood that wasn't currently stuck in his mid section rush to his face and he desperately tried to fight the older – and much stronger – man. Said man moved his hand further south unbuttoning Ichigo's pants and reached for the zipper. Ichigo's own hands immediately flew to Urahara's rummaging hand, trying to get rid of it – or at least keep it from continuing.

"Kurosaki Ichigo!" Upon hearing his full name Ichigo locked eyes with Urahara, he sounded really annoyed. "I need to take a look as a part of the examination."

"Use your imagination!" Ichigo spat back frustrated. If he had any saying in this at all, Urahara wouldn't get any further.

"If you would just cooperate it could have been over with by now." Ichigo was having none of it. He was painfully aware of how turned on his body was, and if – gods forbid it – Urahara ever got any further with his agenda, Ichigo was sure he'd lose himself again, just like he'd done when Urahara had kissed him and even more so like he'd done, when the hollow had touched him. He had to overpower the other man and convince him that it wasn't needed.

Urahara tried to free his hand from Ichigo's clutching hands, and as he did Ichigo twisted his back, making the hand keeping his chest down slip and slam onto the table next to him. Ichigo saw this as the best opportunity he would probably get against the more experienced man and did the only thing he knew he'd be able to pull of without risking failure. He forced Urahara's hand from his pants, sat up, wrapped his legs and arms around the other man's hips and chest, and forced the blonde into an embrace Tessai would have been proud of, intend on not letting go until Urahara gave up.

"I'm not letting go until you give up." He said it just in case the other man didn't know what he was doing. And thinking it through, he was a bit uncertain about that himself, so maybe it was just as much for reassuring himself.

Urahara's hands went to Ichigo's shoulders, trying to pry the boy off of him. Ichigo only tightened his hold around the other man, clenching his eyes shot as every muscle in his body tightened to prove he wasn't budging. After a few awkward moments Urahara finally sighed in defeat.

"You win, Kurosaki-kun. I won't examine you there." He scratched the back of his head. "Besides, there's not much left to investigate considering I'm clearly feeling it against my stomach."

Ichigo knew his face was redder than a tomato as he instinctively pushed Urahara away. Had he been a girl he knew he'd slapped the pervert straight across the face, but being a man he simply resisted the urge to punch it in.

"I will need you to give me something to work with though." Urahara started looking through some shelves inside the circle of weird inventor stuff he had created until he finally found what he was searching for. He pulled out something that looked like a first aid kit, opened it and withdrew some needles and a little cup. He held them up triumphantly for Ichigo to see. "I'll start with a blood and a semen sample."

Ichigo found he simply couldn't resist anymore and his fist connected with the suddenly very merry man's face, sending him tumbling backwards. A man had to do what a man had to do.

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"Still nothing." Rukia mumbled to herself as she once again walked around the field where Urahara had said he had felt the icy reiatsu during Ichigo's single mission. When she didn't hang around Ichigo or stalked him in order to pretend she didn't need to be around him all the time, she'd come here. She had come everyday since that day, hoping that the owner of the reiatsu would show itself or had left traces of having been back. But she hadn't found anything yet and she was starting to feel a little frustrated.

The way Urahara had asked her to keep her senses sharp had made her think that they might get attacked at any possible moment, but only weak hollows had appeared since then, and not that many either. The only odd thing was that occasionally hollows had showed up on her tracking device for a few minutes and then disappeared again before she could get Ichigo to change forms.

She started walking back to the Kurosaki household, no use in staying where nothing was. It was as if whatever had caught Urahara's interest wasn't interested in showing up again as long as anyone was looking for it. But if it really was up to something, then it would show itself again sooner or later, all she had to do was make sure Ichigo was prepared for it. Speaking of prepared, it might be time for her to train Ichigo again. It had been a while and he needed to be put to his place ever so often or he seemed to get attitude problems with her.

But he just seemed so troubled recently. She figured it had something to day with the day he'd went to slay that hollow by himself, but she had no idea what. There had been some inconsistencies between Ichigo's and Urahara's versions of the day, but that may just have been one of them remembering the day wrong. Under any circumstances everyone was still alive and unhurt, so she would just have to wait until Ichigo got over it or confided in her, as long as he left his troubles behind when fighting.

She stopped walking and looked up at the house where she had spent a little more than two months now. It really was quite the strange family. The mother had died quite some time ago she had noted, which might have had an impact on the currently strange family structure. It was so different from everything she remembered from her afterlife, both her early years without a real family and those following as a part of the Kuchiki clan.

Her relationship with her brother was nothing like that Ichigo shared with his younger siblings. Yuzu had taken the role of the mother while still being the fragile of the two sisters. Karin's role was... well, still to be determined. She seemed like a regular rebelling child to Rukia. And all three siblings seemed capable of detecting ghosts on some level – must be from the mother since Isshin seemed oblivious to what was going on. But both of the sisters had so much love for their brother and Ichigo had even more for them, she almost envied their relationship.

Rukia shook her head, now wasn't the time to speculate about life in a noble clan versus life in a human family. It was getting dark and the household had started to settle down, so it would be fitting of her to enter Ichigo's room by now.

She sneaked around the house making sure neither Yuzu nor Isshin saw her through the windows as she made her way to her climbing tree. She reached the desired height rather quickly, it wasn't any trouble climbing this tree anymore. She peeked inside just to make sure Ichigo was alone before she entered.

Ichigo sat by his deck doing homework, perfect. She knocked on the window to get the boys attention and he could let her in. He turned in his chair slightly surprised before he gathered his homework in a pile and got up to open the window while sighing at Rukia.

"Tell me again why you are sleeping at my place?"

"Because it's comfy and you like having me here." She slipped past him and placed her satchel on the floor jumping on the bed.

"How can it possible be comfortable to live in a closet?"

Rukia eyed him a little. It wasn't that good sleeping here, not compared to sleeping in a real bed from the Kuchiki family, but it was for the best as long as Ichigo had her powers. And she didn't want to sleep at Urahara's place, he always made people do chores as payment for living expenses. Ichigo did it all for free. Thinking about it, Ichigo had been at the shop quite a long time today. Rukia knew because she had followed Ichigo there to make sure nothing happened to him - without him knowing. She didn't really need to know why Ichigo had visited Urahara by himself, but perhaps it could be fun to annoy him about it... And she wouldn't have to talk more about why she preferred sleeping in his closet.

"So did Urahara have anything interesting to say today?" She eyed Ichigo as the boy seemed to freeze up. She held back a laugh, was that a blush making its way to his cheeks? Oh this could prove interesting. "I was going to have a chat with him today, but Jinta told me you were already taking up his time, so I thought I'd wait to tomorrow."

Rukia had trouble keeping a straight face, Ichigo looked liked he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. His lower lip moving up and down, making him look like a fish. If Ichigo had this much trouble just trying to answer her question, it had to mean that whatever he had done there today was some big secret.

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Ichigo sat by his desk starring at his homework. Somehow it didn't seem as important as when he had been nothing more than your average high school student with the strange ability to see ghosts. Sure, he knew someday Rukia would regain her powers, meaning he'd lose them, and he would return to his usual life, but as time had progressed these months it seemed less and less likely to happen any time soon. Even Rukia had expressed how odd it was that they hadn't returned to her yet. Ichigo pushed the inner debate aside to focus on the homework again. It only lasted a few moments though.

"Argh, I don't get this at all!" Ichigo exclaimed and pushed the math book away, which revealed papers underneath the home work. He starred at them in disbelief reading the first page on the paper.

Kurosaki, please fill out this form and return it to me in a couple of days.

– The irresistible Kisuke ;)

PS: You should probably write in an easily readable handwriting, or you'll have to read it aloud for me.

"What the…" Ichigo wrinkled his nose in contempt for both the writer himself and his signature. Urahara must have slipped it into his bag while Ichigo was busy 'creating samples' for the blonde. Well, no harm could come from looking at what he wanted him to fill out, right? He scanned the first page, paused in disbelief and then scanned it again.

"THERE'S NO WAY I'M DOING THAT!" He threw the papers on the desk and got up from his chair and started pacing around the room. It had to be Urahara's way of toying with Ichigo, trying to drive him into insanity. That was the only answer anyone would come up with something as stupid as that. Please fill out this form my ass, who in their right mind would write about their masturbation pattern? Ichigo walked a few more rounds in his room before calming himself down. He sat back down and picked up the form again, trying to take it seriously. Day 1, first masturbation, time of day, duration (in minutes), relief-level (1-10, 10 being highest)...

Ichigo felt like finding the nearest lighter and burn the despicable papers so he would never have to look at them again. Then he'd go hit his head against a wall until he had lost enough brain cells to not be able to remember the words and finally he'd challenge Urahara to a fight to the death, which would probably be the only way he'd feel better.

Knock, knock.

Ichigo almost shrieked and spun around in his chair looking at his windows trying to find the reason for this disturbance. Rukia. Rukia staring at him oddly not stopping her knocking on the window.

He breathed a sigh of relief as he realized what was going on. He had somehow managed to forget that she was spending the nights in his closet, why he had no idea. And considering his current condition, he'd actually prefer it if she was some other place. Perhaps he'd jump her too considering he'd already had his share of fun with both the enemy and an old man, he could only hope that whatever set him off wasn't anything Rukia could or would do.

Ichigo decided that he should hide the papers he was currently holding onto so Rukia wouldn't notice them and stacked them underneath his math book again along with his school notes, before going to open the window.

"Tell me again why you are sleeping at my place?" he asked with a sigh.

"Because it's comfy and you like having me here." Ichigo felt his eyebrow twitch. He did not like having Rukia sleep in his closet every night, and he didn't like it even before he got into his current trouble. But he would let that comment slide for today, no need to fuel any fire. But how could anyone find it comfortable?

"How can it possible be comfortable to live in a closet?" Rukia had jumped onto the bed and started eying him. Was she annoyed by the question? Oh well, at least a little fight with her could take his mind off some other issues, perhaps setting sparks to her fire a little wouldn't be troublesome after all. But to Ichigo's disappointment she huffed and changed the subject.

"So did Urahara have anything interesting to say today?" Ichigo froze. Oh no, she knew he had been with Urahara today. What more did she know? Had she seen them? Ichigo knew his face was heating up and he could see on Rukia's face that she hadn't expected him to react that strongly to her question. Much to Ichigo's delight she decided to elaborate her question.

"I was going to have a chat with him today, but Jinta told me you were already taking up his time, so I thought I'd wait to tomorrow."

Ichigo felt the stress leaving his body. She didn't know anything... yet. However Ichigo hadn't counted on her asking about his day and he hadn't really prepared an excuse for going there. Oh god he needed a really good reason for going to Urahara instead of Rukia if it related to shinigami duties, and if it didn't relate to shinigami duties he probably wouldn't have a reason for going to Urahara's place at all. Ichigo scanned his room for any reason possible to visit the blonde, and he found one snoring on his pillow.

"Kon." Ichigo said, almost whispering so the stuffed lion wouldn't wake up. Somehow he had forgotten that the lion had slept through his yelling at Urahara's form a short moment ago.

"I uhm... just thought he has been behaving weird lately, and wanted to know if it was normal or if I should trick him into getting a check-up from Urahara." There, no lies. Ichigo was getting good at avoiding the truth, and Kon had behaved a little strangely lately. He hadn't jumped Rukia at all or bugged Ichigo about big-breasted women. But Ichigo wouldn't complain about the change in the mod soul. And the answer seemed to please Rukia.

"You've noticed too? So it's not just me. I have also addressed Urahara on the matter, but he seemed like it was the most normal thing in the world. You know, a gay mod soul." Ichigo's eyes widened. Kon, gay? Well, it certainly explained why he had dressed up Ichigo like a girl when he'd gone to the zoo, but other than that, he hadn't seen that blow coming.

"You really think he's..?" Ichigo eyed the teddy on his pillow. Thinking about it, Kon had recently started sleeping in his bed as well instead of trying to get to Rukia in the closet.

"He flirted with guys at the zoo." And that meant that Ichigo's body had flirted with men. Why was everything in his life suddenly taking a turn down the road of homosexuality?

"And you didn't stop him? What if someone had touched him – it was in my body!" Ichigo felt like waking up the little lion and start strangling it. Perhaps if he hadn't had all that stimulation all week he'd let the teddy slide with a warning, but in his current mood it called for a punishment.

"I don't know, it looked kind of cute I guess. And it was nice seeing a smile on your face for once, you're way to grumpy and serious you know." Ichigo thought his jaw just hit the floor. His entire reputation was on stake because Rukia had thought a gay Kon was cute and she wanted Ichigo to smile. Well this certainly wasn't doing anything to stop him from being 'grumpy'.

Ichigo was about to respond as Kon stirred in his sleep and started mumbling. He had to strain his ears to make sure he heard correctly.

"Ichi-chan. That skirt is really really cute on you..."

That was the last straw. Ichigo almost flew to the bed, frightening Rukia, as he took the sleeping lion from his pillow and threw it on the floor as hard as he could. Kon woke up startled and tried to get up, but Ichigo stamped his foot unto Kon's face and twisted his food around, making the little toy emit strangled sounds of discomfort.

Rukia sat on the bed with her eyes as wide she they could be, looking at Ichigo as if he'd just lost it. She watched Ichigo pick up the lion that started badmouthing Ichigo for his treatment as the youngster opened the window to the room once more and threw the lion outside yelling after it.

"I DO NOT LOOK CUTE IN A SKIRT!"

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AN: Hi again! Thanks for making it all the way through! Hope it was to your liking ^^
As always - please leave a little feedback for me to get better. It'll also help with you getting more of what you want to happen. -- Considering the plot hasn't been fully designed yet, there's room for ideas and a small wish or two if they don't sway to much from my plans for the story :3