Chapter 1

Ichigo was laying peacefully in his bed, his body warm and comfortable under the large quilt. Shiro always kept the air conditioning up on high, so the orangette would freeze whenever he got out of the bed. It was okay though, because Shiro liked the cold, and well, Ichigo liked Shiro.

Ichigo unhappily rose from bed when his alarm went off signaling the start of the day. The maids were already bustling about outside, cleaning clothes and making breakfast before their master awoke. The young man slipped on a tight red sweater and a pair of comfortable jeans before going to the bathroom to 'gayify himself' as Shiro had called it on more than one occasion.

Ichigo brushed his teeth until they sparkled, and then quickly ran a comb through his hair to get the tangles out. Now that he was looking at least okay, Ichigo left his room and took a right down the hallway that led to his master's room.

"Master?" Ichigo called while knocking on the wooden door two times. Any more than that and Shiro would get fuckin' pissed. Ichigo was feeling smug since he was about to see his love, but when he heard a woman's voice on the other side of the door, Ichigo's mood dropped to rock bottom. He wore a deep frown as he stepped back to let the door open.

"Who the fuck is this kid?" The woman asked grumpily. She had long orange hair and extremely huge, and unattractive chest. Who would want to have sex with someone that could smother you with their boobs? She wore one of Shiro's white button-up dress shirts without any kind of pants on, and Ichigo was seriously jealous. He had always fantasized about wearing Shiro's clothes after a hot session of passionate sex. It would never happen though in real life though, since Shiro's wish was to wipe all homo's off of the earth forever.

Shiro came out next, and the trio stood in the hallway staring at one another. The albino's pale hair was disheveled and all over the place, and his eyes still drooped from his exhaustion. He yawned loudly before pulled the hooker closer to him and wrapping his arm around her. Ichigo frowned even deeper.

"This is Ichigo, he works fer me." Ichigo almost jumped for joy. That was one of the nicest things Shiro had ever said about him before, and Ichigo's brown eyes brightened as he looked at his love. Maybe Shiro did like him to some extent.

Ichigo bowed deeply, the farther down you went the more respect you had for the person you were bowing to, and muttered, "Good morning Master."

Shiro took the woman and started off for the kitchen. The smell of various foods had spread throughout the whole mansion, so everyone inside was smelling the delicious food. Shiro and his company always ate first, and then the servants were allowed to eat, and finally Ichigo was allowed to indulge himself. Ichigo always ate last, because Shiro didn't want Ichigo to contaminate his other servants with the 'gay disease' Ichigo apparently had.

Shiro and his hooker friend took their seats at the wooden table, where tons of various types of foods were set out for them to eat from. Shiro licked his lips and dove into some bacon and pancakes, while the hooker ate some of the fruit set out. Ichigo stood outside of the kitchen, his emotions completely frayed today.

"What's up Ichigo?" Someone said as they approached the berry who was now sitting on the floor with his back against the wall. His knees were drawn up to his chest, and before the other servant had came, Ichigo had been laying his head down on his knees to rest his eyes. Ichigo looked up to find bright red hair, and a large smile on the other person's face.

"Yo, Renji."

Renji grumbled something to himself before letting his eyes trail slightly over Ichigo's hunched form.

"Why are you on the ground?" He asked his friend, hoping that Ichigo wouldn't keep his emotions bottled up all the time like he usually did. Ichigo had a serious problem about letting his emotions build up, and then explode after it was all said and done.

"I'm just thinking." Was Ichigo's answer. Renji laughed, not too loudly though, because he might disturb the master.

"Aren't you always thinking though?"

Ichigo sighed. Renji just wasn't going to listen to him today, well he didn't listen to a lot of people anyways. Renji was one of Shiro's cooks, and he had been working here for almost four years now. Ichigo had only been here two.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't you have things you need to be doing right now?" Ichigo was trying to make Renji leave him the hell alone. He was friends with the red-head and all, but Renji was just annoying sometimes. Renji's eyes widened and he took off running in the direction of the kitchen, yelling a thank you back towards Ichigo. Finally, Ichigo could breathe and think without anybody interrupting him-, and as if on cue the lovely couple emerged from the kitchen looking wonderfully full.

Ichigo stood up quickly before the duo could see that he was sitting on the floor, and made his way over to them.

"What are you doing?" The woman yelled at Shiro. She was crying, which caused her makeup to run down her tan face. It was a fitting look for her, Ichigo thought, since she was a hooker. Ichigo listened as he got closer, debating on whether or not he should keep listening or if he should walk away.

"I only kept ya for th' fuck, and tha's all. Ge' outta my house!" Shiro pushed the woman towards the door, and then called for some help from his servants as the woman looked at Shiro with hostility. Ichigo decided now was the time to reveal himself, so he jogged up to Shiro and bowed before standing slightly behind his master to show his respect.

"So what, you fuck me and give me breakfast and then it's over?" The woman yelled.

"Ya got it right!" Shiro smiled and clapped stupidly. Shiro had always loved mocking the stupid whores, and Ichigo loved it as well. It just showed that Shiro didn't really care for those nasty people, and that he used them. Ichigo hoped he wasn't being used like they were, but he didn't really think Shiro would use him like that. Maybe a little bit, but not like that.

"You're just a stupid rich guy that needs to get a life! Mother fucker!"

Shiro smiled his deadly smile, letting his teeth show. He snickered before answering.

"I do believe I fucked yer mother. She was better tha' ya by a long shot."

The woman slammed the door shut and ran down the sidewalk with her cellphone in her hand trying to get a ride out of here. Shiro lived away from the city, and instead had a nice condo built especially for him in the woods. It was Shiro's domain out here, the albino owned everything in sight. Ichigo almost snickered out loud, but he wasn't sure how Shiro would react if he did. Shiro didn't do well with noises, the master has always been attracted to the silence.

"God, I hate 'hem whore's." The older man let out a breath he had been holding in, and then looked at his twenty-one year old servant. Ichigo smiled at his master, loving how they were getting along so great today. Ichigo would have to remember every detail about today, the 22 of September 2010. It was an amazing day today.

Ichigo found it in his best interest to reply to his master. "I do not like them that much either, Master."

Shiro barked out a loud laugh, and Ichigo dreaded having said anything now. What would his master reply to that? Something nice? Something horrible? Would Shiro agree with Ichigo?

"Well, ya don' like 'em only 'cause they're girls, and you're a fruitcake Ichi."

That taunts by Shiro only got worse as the day progressed, and Ichigo didn't really mind at all, but that was only because it had been a wonderful day in the beginning. Ichigo really couldn't complain though, since he was the one that stayed here. He was the one who listened to Shiro's rules, even though he could quit at any time. He was the one that was in love with Shiro.

It was his mistake, and Ichigo would never take it back.