Disclaimer: Still don't own Bleach... *sulks*

*bows* Please enjoy this chappy*

Ichigo's POV

My sisters and I stared in horror at our father when we came into the kitchen. Isshin Kurosaki was wearing a creepy smile on his face and his hips were moving in a very... strange fashion. "Uh... Dad?" I say, trying not to run away and vomit. He stopped his dancing, but still kept smiling. "Oh, Ichigo my son! My old friend is coming to the Sereitei District! We haven't seen each other in 14 years!" he sang, twirling around some more. I wanted to die right then and there. It's impossible to imagine what kind of friends my Dad must have. Just thinking about it gives me a headache. "That's great, Dad!" Yuzu started dancing with him. Karin was still in shock of all this. "Yes! I remember when he brought his son over here! Masaki and I laughed at how well he and Ichigo got along!" I arched my eyebrow. "Eh? What's your friend's name?" Dad stopped dancing and hugged me again. "You were only two at the time, so no wonder you don't remember him! His name is Ryuken Ishida and his son's name is Uryu." Yep, those names don't sound familiar at all. "Ok, I'm going upstairs," Karin finally said. "Good night, everyone!" Yuzu looked at Dad as if to "I didn't cook dinner yet," Honestly, I wanted to know more about Ryuken. It's not every day where I meet a friend of my Dad's. Either they're drunken idiots or they grope me whenever they get the chance. I won't say names (Kisuke Urahara).

"What's he like, Dad?" I asked, sitting down in a stool. Dad sat down next to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. "Ryuken Ishida... is the biggest pain in my ass." He said in a serious tone. My eyes widened. That was unexpected. He's never talked bad about any of the friends he has. "Wha-" "I'm serious! When we dated in high school, he was always on my back about doing my homework and-" "WHAT?!" Yuzu and I screamed at him. Since when was he... And... Just what? "You dated this guy?" Yuzu asked. He nodded, apparently not seeing the problem. "You were a fag-" Before I even finished my sentence, he pushed me out of my chair and onto the floor. I stared up at him. It was like his eyes were shooting daggers at me. "Ichigo Kurosaki!" Dad growled out. My heart sped up a little. "If I ever hear that word come out of your mouth again, I swear I'll send you to your mother." My mother died in a car accident when I was six years old. It pisses me off whenever he says things like that. Yuzu had turned her attention away from us. "I'm going upstairs." I say softly, not caring if he heard me. No words were said when I left.

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After listening to some music for a while, I finally realized that what I said was a little disrespectful. I had no right to judge my father since he had the courage to actually date a guy. It was just a shock to know that my dad used to date guys. Honestly, I don't want to go into that subject anymore. I wonder what it's like, though. Did he ever get made fun of? Ok... I'm giving this too much thought. I clicked out of the internet, shutting off the music. Once I closed my laptop, I picked up one of Karin's magazines. They're better than the ones that my friends give me. Theirs have girls with huge breasts (which I find seriously replusive! Who would get hard from looking at lumps of fat? That's disgusting!) and Karin's has a bunch of half naked, sadly, men. Now you tell me which one you'd prefer. Skimming through each picture, I start to wonder what would do if he saw me looking at these. Maybe he'd call a hypocrite. Maybe he'd slap me. Maybe he'd call me a hypocrite and then slap me.

"ICHIGO! ANSWER THE PHONE!" a shrill voice screeched from my cell phone. Damn it, Keigo! I told him that this was a dumb idea. "But, at least it's loud enough! What if you lose your phone and you can't find it because the ringtone is low and lame! You'll thank me later," My best friend may be an idiot, but he was right. That tone does come in handy. "Hello?" I answered with a sigh.

"Ichigo! You'll never guess what!"

Oh great, I wonder what it could be this time.

"Someone set Toshiro-san's house on fire?" I guessed half-heartedly. I hear a scoff in the background.

"You know he hates it when you call him that and NO! I hear that some kid from the Las Noches District is coming to our school!"

he whined.

"Well, why would I care about that?" I say, smirking at picture in the book.

"ICHIGO! What if it's hot chick? I mean, I would get you to hook me up, but you'd steal her for yourself."

I shivered at the thought of a new female student.

"When have I stolen a new girl from you?" Keigo growled, muttering something about a stupid strawberry.

"Rukia Kuchiki! Perfect example!"

Ah, Rukia. We dated for about... three months. That didn't end very well. "I asked you to ask her out for me and you just took her for yourself!"

"Well, I'm sorry. What if it's a new guy, though?" I asked him curiously. With that thought in mind, I remember Dad saying something about his friend having a son around my age... Could it be? Nope, he didn't say that they came from the Las Noches District. But it's still possible.

"Who cares about that! It has to be a new girl"

"I don't know, Keigo." I jumped when he gasped.

"You know something, you bastard! Tell me now!"

"No! I don't know anything! It's just a hun-" he interrupted me with a loud scream.

"TELL MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Why am I friends with this kid again?

"Alright, shut up! A friend of dad's is moving to this district and he has a son."

"..."

"Keigo?" He's not speaking... is he broken?

"..."

"Keigo! Speak to me, man!" I shouted.

"NOOOOOOOOO FAIR!"

Luckily, I pulled my ear away from the phone just in time.

"You'll live, Keigo. You'll live."

:D :D :D Ichigo's POV will be rare... So don't get used to it!