stopping the rain Chapter 5 edit, a bleach fanfic

"Well, I will get the pizza in an hour and a half. I guess I should start getting some of the things on Hichigo's list," Isshin said, unfolding the list to read it.

1. Black leather cock ring

2. Clover clamps

3. Black mini-whip

4. Pinwheel

5. Dripping candle

6. Two bare spreader bar

7. Panther leather collar and cuffs

8. Leather body bondage harness

9. Ball gag

10. Three piece cock ring and ball divider

11. Whipper tickler

12. Tethers

13. 36" leather leash

14. Lust loops

15. Love web

16. Spinning sex swing

17. Interchangeable double ringer

18. Three gates of hell metal and leather

19. Six foot whip

20. Collar tourist restraint

21. Vibrator with remote controller

22. Dick-ball-gag

Note: Need tons of lube and ear plugs for you because I'm going to make this bitch scream.

"What the hell?! Even I haven't heard of some of this stuff!" Isshin grumbled, walking into the first store he saw. "That hollow is a really kinky prick, isn't he? ...Does that make Ichigo kinky, as well?"

Thinking on this, Isshin browsed through the bondage section of the store.

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'How am I going get this past Ichigo?' Isshin thought, creeping up to the Kurosaki Clinic with a bag of sex toys and a box of pizza. 'Ah, the back-door! I'll let Hichigo know where to find it later.'

Isshin placed the bag of sex toys at the back door, entering normally through the front. He found Hichigo in his same spot at the computer and Ichigo watching television. 'Well, at least they aren't fucking.'

He watched with amusement as their noses lifted into the air at the smell of pizza. "Alright, come get some pizza!"

He took the pizza into the kitchen, closely followed by the two identical teenagers. He retrieved plates for all of them and sat in one of the chairs at the table. Hichigo and Ichigo followed suit.

"So, Dad, how did you know that I'm a vizard?" Ichigo asked, opening the box for a slice of pizza.

Isshin was about to answer, but he was interrupted by the hollow.

"Why does this taste better than before?" Hichigo wondered, happily devouring his pizza.

"It's fresh," Ichigo and Isshin stated simultaneously.

"Ichigo, your hollow is very odd. He doesn't act like a hollow at all."

Ichigo tapped his foot, waiting for an answer to his first question.

"I'm a shinigami, Son. I am Kurosaki Isshin, ex-captain of the Tenth Division. Now, who wants soda?"

The teenagers raised their hands, dumbfounded.

"Here," Isshin said, handing cans of soda to them.

""Wait! Wait one minute! You're a shinigami and ex-captain. What does that make me?"

"An asshole," Hichigo retorted, stealing a slice of pizza from Ichigo's plate.

"It makes you a true blood shinigami," Isshin answered.

"Hey, do you have any family in the Soul Society—not including Ichigo's mom—and are they shinigami?" Hichigo asked, reaching for the last slice of pizza.

Isshin noticed this and slapped the hollow's hand, stealing the pizza for himself. "Yes, I do. And, yes, they are shinigami. I won't tell you who they are, though."

"So, where did you go for two hours? Don't say 'I was waiting for the pizza,' either," Ichigo asked suspiciously, setting their plates in the sink.

"I went to talk to a director of the celebration in two weeks time. You're signed up for the Day of the Dead."

"Bastard!! You make plans about your own life! Not mine!" Ichigo snarled, throwing his father against the wall.

Hichigo snickered to himself, noticing the glare Ichigo sent him.

"In three days, you are going to get fitted for your clothes for the celebration. Come on, Ichigo, you're a shinigami. You can use konsō at the soul burial for all the lost souls. Now, time for bed, you two! And no fucking! I need to sleep tonight, so stay quiet, alright?"

Ichigo gave his father a final glare, storming out of the room.

Hichigo finished his soda. "So, where is it?"

"Out on the back steps. I got most of it, and I will have the tools out for you," Isshin whispered, climbing the steps.

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Waking up at six o' clock in the morning, Hichigo knew that Isshin was gone and Ichigo would be asleep for another hour or more. He crept downstairs, finding the bag on the back steps as Isshin had said, along with tools he would need for his hanging harness. There was a note on the tools.

It said:

There is a secret room you can use to set up your 'toy' secretly. Go to the closet in the hallway and to the back wall of it. Pull a string on the upper-right corner, and a door will open up for you. You will see a syringe on the table. This is a sedative that will keep Ichigo unconscious for thirty minutes.

Call me 'Dad',

Isshin

Hichigo gathered up the tools and his bag of toys, collected the syringe from the table, and went to find the room Isshin had mentioned. Once inside, he scanned it quickly, finding it to be an office. He set his things down and began to work on preparing everything.

Twenty-five minutes later, Hichigo tested the completed harness. It held his weight easily. The hollow hid the syringe behind his back, hearing Ichigo in the kitchen. He hurried down the stairs, leering at Ichigo as he searched the cabinets for something.

Hichigo crept up behind Ichigo, ready to inject the sedative into him. Ichigo turned around, eyes widening at the sight of his hollow. He opened his mouth to say something, and Hichigo took his chance to stab Ichigo's upper arm with the needle.

"You bastard... Why?" Ichigo breathed, falling to the ground, unconscious.

Hichigo pulled Ichigo's shinigami badge from his pocket, releasing the teenager's soul. He picked him up, slinging him over his shoulder and turned to find Kon standing there with his mouth hanging open.

Hichigo smirked, dropping Ichigo to tackle the plush toy. He smashed the badge down onto Kon's head, catching the soul pill. He inserted it into Ichigo's human form, watching as Kon gained control.

Hichigo slung Ichigo over his shoulder again, motioning for Kon to follow him as he walked upstairs. "Follow me. It's time for some real fun."

Kon jogged to keep up with Hichigo. "Where are we going? And what kind of fun requires Ichigo being unconscious?"

"It's only temporary. He'll be up and bitching in about half an hour," Hichigo drawled, showing Kon the room behind the closet wall. walking up to the trap door that was still open from before.

"Hey, where did this room come from?" Kon asked as he followed Hichigo down into the dark office, spotting the hanging harness. "What's that for?"

"It's fun for us. Not him."

Ichigo was dropped onto the floor. His clothes were removed quickly. "Kon, come here, and help me lift this fat bastard into the harness."

Hichigo, aided by Kon, strapped Ichigo into the harness.

"Let's see what we don't have," Hichigo said, reading his list of items. "No number 4, 14, 19, or 22."

The hollow found that Isshin had added in his own notes to the list.