Ichigo just couldn't go back to sleep, so he laid there in the arms of his sleeping lover with his thoughts going back and fro to the previous call until he found something else to breed over.
In the heat of a moment he had given the albino his virginity, but he didn't regret it, no.
He was really happy for it even if it hadn't actually been intended in the first place, but how should things go from here?
The orangette wanted to stay with Shiro for as long as possible, preferably for the rest of their existence.
Just what about his family, his friends?
He would have to leave them behind, if not now, then maybe in ten years, because they would notice that he wouldn't age like them and if not at that point then eventually in fifty, maybe sixty years on the day they die.
More importantly, would he want to stick around them from the point he was standing at now?
Everyone, except for his dad and Ishida, were oblivious of the superhumanly beings that not just existed in fantasy books and movies.
Even if they knew they would not stand a chance against those beings if they would be dragged into the fight, he's been told to come sooner or later.
No, he wouldn't risk on pulling anyone dear to him, who couldn't fight with him, into the bloodshed.

His phone ringing once again, dragged him out of his musings, so he looked where Shiro had put it after he had taken a hold of it.
Finding it on the nightstand on the albinos bedside he leaned over the sleeping figure ans answered the call.

"Hello?"
"Ichigo, my darling son, where are you?"
The voice of his goat-faced father boomed through the phone.
"Ugh, I'm still at Shiros. What's wrong, dad?"
"It's already past nine. You promised not to stay late. Yuzu is really sad that you missed dinner again."

Quickly looking at the clock on his mobiles display, Ichigo saw that it indeed was already nine in the evening, cursing and promising his father to be back asap, he jumped out of the bed and gathered one discarded piece of clothing after the other.
While he bounced around and tried to get into his skin tight jeans, Shiro woke through the line of curses Ichigo grumbled out rather loud.
"What's wrong Ichi?"
"My dad called, I should already be home, if I don't get over there quick he'll never let me live it down. Aargh, those god damn fucking shitty jeans. Why did I wear them in the first place?"
Shiro shook his head, stretched and then also got out of the bed, going over to his wardrobe he picked a new shirt out of it as well as some underwear.
"I drive you over."
Once both were dressed, Shiro lead Ichigo to the back of the mansion, where a big garage stood.

In it were five cars, a sepia colored Aston Martin DB5, an ice blue Porsche 996 GT2 with chrome ledges, a silver Mitsubishi Gallant EA0 Avance, an emerald green VW Karmann Ghia and a black Mustang Shelby GT500.

"You so aren't cutting it fat."
"Hey, only the black beauty is mine."
Shiro replied with a smug grin and the two got into the big black monster, with leather seats and chrome interior.
Ichigo didn't know what to say, he was so awestruck.
This car was his dream, his orgasm on four wheels and he really was fucking sitting in it now and got to take a ride with it.
Even if it was just on the passenger seat, it was too good to be true.
"God, please tell me that this isn't a dream."
"I'm glad that I'm your god, and no this is no dream."
The engine started with a roar and not a minute later they were on the highway, speeding over to the Kurosaki household.
"Shiro, there's something I want to ask you."
"Then out with it, Ichi."
"Could I...move in at your place?"
Shiro looked shortly over at Ichigo, raising an eyebrow, returning his gaze back to the street he said.
"Sure, no problem, but how did that come up so suddenly?"
"It's because I don't know what will happen, just that I might endanger my family and friends if they keep staying involved with me. I don't want that."
The car pulled up in front of Ichigos home.
"I understand that, Ichigo. You just need to get your father to do as well, but I think that will be no problem, right?"

They got out of the car and found Isshin already stand in the door frame, waiting for his son to come home.
"Hi dad."
Isshin just nodded, crossing his arms and glaring at the albino walking beside Ichigo.
"Sorry, Mr. Kurosaki. It's my fault Ichigo forgot to be home early, I held him up a bit."
The older Kurosaki sighs and lets his arms fall to his sides.
"Well, at least I know my son has been in good care. Do you want to come in, Shiro-san?"
"Ah, no thanks. Another time maybe. Ichigo told me he wanted to talk about something with you, alone. So, I wish you a nice evening."
"You're welcome."
Shiro turned on his heels walking back to his car and Isshin went back inside, following Ichigo to the living room.

"There's something you wanted to talk about?"
"Yes."
Ichigo sat down on the sofa and his father followed his example.
" Dad... I plan to move to Shiros place. It would be far easier for all of us, when I'm out of here."
"Do you think that this is the right choice? Didn't you want to go to college, what happened to that, the semesters are starting soon."
Ichigo lets out a helpless sigh.
"I know. I still want to do that, but with all that going on lately, college is the least of my problems. Really dad I probably can go to college for the rest of my life if I want to, it's not like I will look older than now in the next ten to twenty years, if ever at all."
"Then how do you want to earn the money you'll need for a living?"
"Shiro is really rich, I don't have to worry, he'll take care of me until..."
Ichigo suddenly stopped, unsure if he should tell his dad or not, he balled his hands to fists and looked onto his thighs as his eyes got a hard touch to them.
"Until when Ichigo?"
Lifting his head, Ichigo met the questioning look of his father, understanding flickering in the older Kurosakis eyes as he saw his sons.

"I agree."
Isshin said, laying a hand on Ichigos left shoulder.
Just the touch fucking hurt the orangette, and he didn't know why, but still he didn't flinch or show any uncomfortableness to his father, rather he looked confused at him.
"What?"
"Ichigo, I know you try to hide something from us and it probably is because you want to protect us, but you forget something."
"That would be?"
"I know the look of a man heading into battle. How long do you think Kisuke and I are friends? I've seen it so many times on his face, there's no way I wouldn't recognize it on somebody else. If you think you're doing the right thing, than I won't stand in your way."
Ichigo smiled a little, but it vanished as fast as it came when he sees the stupid grin that appeared on his fathers lips.

"Just don't forget to use protection, when you two go at it."
A vein starts to throb on Ichigos temple and he raises a balled fist, hitting his father hard with it in the face.
"You stupid goat faced excuse of a father! Don't ruin the moment!"
He jumped up and stormed toward the stairs, growling.
"Vampires don't get human diseases anyway."
Upstairs he yells down to his father.
"Stop sticking your nose into my love life, idiot dad!"

A door slams closed as Isshin sits back up on the sofa, cleaning off the blood running out of his nose, he takes a look over at the smiling poster of his late wife.
"Our son has become a great man, my sweet Masaki."

Chapter 27
End

Yeah, I know nothing really happened, but the chapter is important.
At least for me.
That way I get the other Kurosakis out of my hair for the most part xD

Until next time

See ya
Shiro Yue