At the same time when Ichigo was sleeping in his warm bed, at the other end of town, Shiro paced up and down in the grand living room, he and his fellows shared, and was watched by two of them.
"Are you still thinking about that guy?"
Grimmjow asked, getting dizzy from the up and down run their elder was doing.
His only answer was a short growl, that also told him to shut up and let the albino try and solve what ever problem he had.

An other of their group entered, looking at the scene before him for a minute, before asking the blunette, while pointing at the pacing male.
"What did you put into his fast-food?"
Grimmjow jumped up, barking at the speaker.

Hirako Shinji, a blonde haired and silver eyed Vampire, around 5,9" tall and about two hundred years old.
He had been the last to join their group.

"I didn't do anything. He's like that since he found himself a dude he obviously wants as his pet and now is driving us insane because he can't make up his mind and just fucking get what he wants."
Right after Grimmjow was finished with his rant, the sound of pacing feet stopped and both, Shinji and Grimmjow felt an icy glare directed at them.
"Grimmjow."
"Y-yes."
"If you want to meet the next century, shut up or take that outside."
"Yes!"
Intimidated by his elder, the blunette sat back down in his seat and kept silent, while Shinji relaxed, since he hadn't gotten targeted by Shiros wrath and dropped into an armchair throwing his legs over the one arm and resting his back against the other.

It wasn't that Grimmjow feared the albino for his strength, though his abilities were the strongest, because his blood hadn't been thinned by a normal human ones.
Grimmjow feared Shiro, for what time had made of him, especially the time before they met must have taken a great toll on the pure blood.
Well, at least the blunette guessed, that the other hadn't always been bipolar, like he definitely was now.
It was really scary, when Shiro would, for example, be joking around and laughing with you at one moment and the other he'd turn into an insanely cackling killing machine, threatening your live, like it had just happened.
Just thinking about it, let Grimmjow shiver and cower into a ball on his seat.

Shiro picked up his pacing again, hearing with one ear as Shinji said.
"So you got the hots for a piece of ass, neh, Shiro-jii."
The albino paid him no mind, but concentrated on his problem this time.
For the first time, since he had begun his run, the now third onlooker of that rare spectacle, spoke.
"You should show more respect to your elders, Hirako. Just because you're the youngest of us, doesn't mean that your lack of it will be ignored forever."
He scolded Shinji, before he turned his attention to mentioned elder.
"Shiro-sama, if I may give you an advice."
Again the albino stopped in his tracks, looking interested at the normally silent Vampire.
"Speak up, Ulquiorra."

Ulquiorra Cifer, had raven hair and emerald green eyes. From each of it a tear-like line ran down along his face and no one knew where he got them or what they probably meant.
He's the smallest of them, with his 5,6" height. Despite that he was the third oldest of them, with about 1100 years.
He's another one of the three born Vampires with mixed blood.

"Since you obviously don't want to just appear in front of him and ask him out, or go the Vampire-like way and for example, kidnap him, you should just let fate decide for the right moment. You're already observing him all day long, so you might find him in a situation you could use for your benefit, sooner or later."
"Talking about stalking. You look like you abandoned your fast-food for the boy. You should eat, if you want to avoid going in a frenzy and getting the slayers on your heels. It would be bad for us too. We still haven't all information on their current incarnations and their fighting styles. If we would get into a fight with them now it would end in a kamikaze act."
Shiro glared at Shinji for his unasked side comment, than huffed.
He turned around, heading to his wing of the mansion and growled.
"Fine, whatever. If your complaining about the lack of knowledge, I suggest you head out and do something against it."
With that he was gone and they wouldn't get a glimpse of him for the next days.

Sunday went by peacefully and relaxed, except for the feeling of being watched, following the orangette, Ichigo Kurosaki.
It was Monday now and the day before his friend Orihime had called and asked if he wanted to come with the gang and celebrate their freedom from school, with a shopping tour at the arcades.
Ichigo had agreed and was now on his way to the shopping mile, the feeling of a pair of eyes in the back of his skull with him, once again.

Shiros POV

When I had been to Ichigos house last night and took a quick look at his mind, I caught a piece of a talk he had with one of his friends, so I knew he would go to the city today.
It was perfect to stage a first meeting and it didn't take long to find everything I would need to make it happen.
I saw a thug lingering around a corner, eyeing the people on the street.
I extended my mind and caught, that he was looking for someone he could rob.
'Perfect.'
I thought to myself and influenced the thugs mind so that he would target the orange head when he would pass by.
After everything was set, I let the play unfold itself.

Normal POV

Ichigo had come along his favored clothes store and was taking a look at the ware on the clothes rack, that had been placed in front of the store, when someone bumped into his back.
A hooded punk apologized and walked on.
When he had gotten a few meters away from the orangette, Ichigo noticed that his wallet was missing.
Immediately he spun around to where the punk had gone off to and ran after him.
When he spotted the hood of him he called.
"Wait you bastard!"
Of course the thug didn't wait but sprinted away.
Ichigo could keep up with him for some time, but in the end the distance between them got bigger and bigger and the teen could think of just one last way to get the thief.
"Someone stop that hooded punk! He stole my wallet!"
He called, half out of breath.

Shiros POV

"Someone stop that hooded punk! He stole my wallet!"
I heard the orange head call and saw the thug running right toward me, grinning I stepped out from behind a map-stand, when the punk passed it and grabbed the back of his hoodie.
I pulled him backward, sending him to the ground and hearing the satisfying sound of air leaving lungs.
Spinning the punk on his stomach and locking one of his arms on his back, I pinned him under me, got the teens wallet and let the thug run again.
Just a second later the teen was beside me, out of breath and leaning over, hands resting on his knees.

"I think that belongs to you."
I told him and he looked up, his eyes starting to shine in joy.
"Thank...you...I almost...thought...he got away...with it."
Ichigo took his wallet and put it back into his back pocket.
"You should pay more attention, next time. That might help as well."
I showed him a wallet chain and he hesitantly nods, so I took a second one from my jeans that I use to wear for accescory , take one of his hands and put it into it.
I smile at him and he accepts the gift.
"Thanks again. Um, have I seen you before?"
I shrugged, putting up my less scaring grin.
"I don't know. Do you see albinos often in this town?"
He looks aside, I believe a bit ashamed.
"Yeeah, that's a point, I think. Well, I'm Ichigo. Kurosaki Ichigo. It's nice to meet you."
He than told me with a bright smile and offering me a hand.
I took it, introducing myself.
"Kizuki Shiro."

"Well, Kizuki-san, what can I do to thank you for your help and that gift?"
He asked me, after the handshake.
"Let's see~e. Would you mind if I join you today? It's a bit boring to stroll around the arcades all alone. Oh, and call me Shiro, Kizuki-san is my father, it makes me feel so~o old when you call me that."
I tell him, joking around a bit.
He nods and turns around, giving me a sign to follow.

Normal POV

After Shiro joined Ichigo, the orangette separated himself from the others, telling them shortly what happened.
He didn't like to lie to them, as much as he cared for their opinion, of spending the day with a total stranger.
The two walked around in the arcades for a while, until they got tired, or more Ichigo got tired and Shiro played along, just to pretend and then they sat down at a cafe to rest and get some snacks and drinks.

"So, Shiro, how old are you, if I may ask."
"Of course you can, I'm not a woman in her late 30's, that gets at your throat at this question, ne?"
The albino jokes, waiting until Ichigo got his chuckle under control and then gave his answer.
"I'm 21. What about you?"
"Just turned 18, last Saturday."
"Welcome to adulthood than. But shouldn't you be at school?"
"No, just graduated and now I plan to go to university and become a doctor, so I can take over my dads clinic."
"You must be real smart than."
"Well, I'm at least smarter than our neighbors dog."
Ichigo answered to that, chuckling slightly and remembering, when the stupid beast had pinned his head between two metal bars of the front porch and couldn't get out again.
"Is that so?"
Shiro asked joining in the laughter.

"Yeah. What are you doing for a living?"
"I don't really work. I have a virtual company and get so much money from it, that it will last me four lifetimes. Do you know that mansion at the west of the town? That's where I live with my four pals and coworkers."
Ichigos eyes widened to the size of dinner plates and he choked on his coke.
"That...*cough*... huge ass thing... *cough*... is yours? Ok, next thing you tell me you have a money storage like Dagobert Duck."
Shiro grinned at that and told in a bored tone.
"No, that not, but a bank account with at least two billion dollar on it."
"Well than, Mr. billionaire, you pay the bill."
The orangette answers with a smug smile on his face, emptying his glass of coke and getting up from his seat.
Shiro threw some notes on the table and followed after him.

They continued their walk, heading off to the park at some time and sat down on the very bench, where Shiro had sat when he spotted Ichigo for the first time.
The sun came out and shone brightly onto them as it sunk down into the horizon, so bright, that Ichigo had to cover his eyes from the rays and the reflecting light that hit him from his right side.
He cussed and looked to his right, to see what was blending him, only finding Shiro beside him, looking like a flood light.
It hit him the instant he saw that.
"I know where I've seen you. It was right here at the morning of my graduation. You're the fucking flood-light-albino."
"Flood light?"
"Just look at you, you're glowing in the light. Almost like this dude from Twilight. Edward Cullen, was it, I think."
Shiro growled at that, making Ichigo raise an eyebrow in confusion.
"What?"
"Nothing. Just heard that a lot, since those books came up."

Ichigo raised from his place, looking at the sun, slowly setting and stretched.
"I should get home, it's getting late and I'd like to avoid my dads round-house-kick-of-worry if possible."
"Your dads what?"
Ichigo turns around, smiling shyly and scratching the back of his head.
"My dad has like a million different sorts of kicks, he tries to use on me since I'm ten. He's doesn't mean it in a bad way. It's just that he's a bit eccentric."
The albino nods and gets back on his feet as well.
"Shall I bring you home? Just to make sure you get there, safe and sound."
Ichigo accepts the offer and together they walk to the orangettes house.
There, Shiro hands him a paper with his mobiles number and tells him, they could meet whenever the teen wanted too.
He was rewarded with a warm smile from the orangette and a promise to call soon as well as the boys own phone number.

Ichigos POV

I waved Shiro goodbye and entered my house, dodging under the kick I told Shiro about before and headed straight for my room, calling to Yuzu, I would eat dinner later.
In my room I dropped down onto my bed and hugged my pillow.
I'm. So. Damn. Girly. Right now.
'Shiro.'
He was smart, friendly and funny and he looked soooo hot.
I had to keep myself from staring at him all the time, especially his eyes.
They were amazing, never have I seen eyes like his, molten gold in a sea of onyx-black.
Oh my god, I think I might have a crush on him.

Yeah, I'm gay.
If you don't like it, you should have taken your leave, since about the first chapter, duh.

Finding my bearings, after minutes of acting totally like a girl, I get back down to eat dinner, than I lock myself into my room again, with my thoughts bouncing around the albino until I fall asleep.

Chapter 5
End

Oh god, they met.

I have no idea where the money thing came from, but I hope you liked the chapter.

And I believe that, except for my oneshots, this was about the longest chappy I've ever written.
Yay \(^_^)/

See ya
Shiro Yue