Chapter 2: "Don't Mess With Me, Ever."

After that night, both Masaki and Isshin had to move away from their clinic home to a smaller house. It didn't have as many rooms as they would've liked it to have had, but it served their needs just fine. Isshin went to Kisuke for some type of suppression device to put on Ichigo. He had made sure not to tip Kisuke off about the baby or describe anything about the spirit energy that flared before. It would keep him off their backs for now but eventually he would figure it out. He was too smart to truly fool in Isshin's opinion.

As the couple and their child stood in front of the small house, Masaki held little Ichigo in her arms and saw how he was staring at the structure in front of him. She saw how his eyes were looking all around it almost like he was judging the way it looked and immediately liking it. He smiled, a pretty rare thing, at the house and went to grab at it while still in Masaki's arms. Masaki held him gently while also making sure not to hit the restrictive bracelet around his right wrist. Both Masaki and Isshin chuckled at how cute Ichigo was as he started giggling. Without wasting anymore time, the Kurosaki's went inside their new home and started their new lives with their new son.

A Few Years Later, Ichigo Age 5

Masaki had to walk Ichigo out of the principles office again for the third time this month for fighting. The boy had grown into somewhat of a smart, but hot headed kid in school. He would get into and finish fights because of comments about his hair and different colors of his heterochromia eyes. His hair had a much more noticeable yellow streak in it that had went over most of the left side of his head now and it didn't help that he was already teased for the small bits of yellow beforehand. Now it was always constant. Boys from both his class and other classes during recess would openly insult his hair to see how tough he was. Ichigo had been in twelve fights since starting grade school six months ago, and he has yet to lose a single one.

As Masaki walked him out to the main gate, she placed a hand around her sons shoulder and pulled him to her. "Ichigo." She started in a motherly yet authoritative tone. Ichigo had heard that tone before and knew it was never a good sign for things to come. "What have I told you about getting into fights?"

Ichigo looked up to her and sighed. "Not to get into them, and inform a teacher."

Masaki smiled. "That's right. So why did you fight five boys in higher classes this time?"

"They insulted my hair like usual, but that wasn't what got me to fight them." Ichigo said to her.

Masaki raised an eyebrow to her son and asked him in a questionable look on her faces. "Then why did you fight them?"

"Cause they made fun of you and dad." Ichigo said in a low tone. He looked up to his mother with determination and conviction in his eyes. "I can take insults about me easily mom, but I refuse to have anybody insult or harm you two."

She was more than a little surprised to hear her son say those words. The name really meant something to him than just a simple name. The look in his eyes showed that he would truly protect his family if need be.

Masaki smiled down to him and knelt down. She placed her hands on his shoulders and wrapped him in her arms. Ichigo was caught off guard by this and thought he was in trouble, but as she held on to him gently he couldn't help but return the hug as well.

"My little protector." Masaki whispered to him. "I know we'll always be safe if you're here with me." She smiled to him as she rubbed her now bulging belly and was prepared to him how he would have to protect his future sibling as well.

Years Later, Ichigo Age 9

It was another sunny morning for the nine year old son of Isshin and Masaki Kurosaki. He woke up from his bed and stretched while still laying on it. After a few seconds, he got up and went to the bathroom to prepare for the day. He washed his face, brushed his teeth and tied up his hair. It had now grown to his shoulders and over his eyes, but the streak was still the same as it was when he was younger.

After he was finished getting ready, he went back into his room and got dressed in a white shirt and black shorts. He went down a hall and was greeted by his mother, who was in the small kitchen, and his two little twin sisters. They were at the table in their high chairs and waved at their brother. Ichigo in turn went over to them and hugged them both warmly before sitting in his own chair. He looked around and noticed that his dad wasn't there, which wasn't like him to be late for breakfast.

"Hey mom. Where's dad?" He asked her.

Masaki stopped her cooking to answer him with her trademark motherly smile. "He had to go and visit a friend for something important. He'll be back later tonight though."

Ichigo shrugged at her words and waited patiently for the breakfast. He played with his sisters while waiting for Masaki in one of the most entertaining ways he found out. Ichigo would look at them and make his solid light blue and make it shift to the side of his socket while his right would stay stationary. It would cause them to laugh in their adorable voices as he would also make funny faces while doing so. It was a little trick that he had learned a few years ago and just kept doing it to see them smile all the time.

Masaki finished making breakfast and brought the food over to her three children. Yuzu and Karin had non solid foods so they wouldn't choke while Ichigo had rice with eggs on them, his favorite. Masaki sat at her seat and started to eat her own breakfast. As she was doing that, she caught a glimpse at the restrictive bracelet still on Ichigo's right wrist. It still looked stable and intact from what she could tell, but it was almost about time to replace it again. That thought was not a good one in Masaki's mind.

After school

Ichigo was walking along with his friend Tatsuki to the training dojo for some practice. Fighting has always been his outlet no matter who it was he was fighting, so this was a perfect outlet for the nine year old. As they walked along they talked about the various exercises that they were about to do when suddenly something caught Ichigo's eye. On his right, he saw a girl standing in front of the river. She was wearing a white dress-like outfit and had short black hair. Ichigo stopped walking, much to the annoyance of his friend, and went over to her.

"Ichigo!" Tatsuki shouted out to him in annoyance. "We're gonna be late if we don't hurry up!"

Ichigo for some reason or other couldn't hear what she was saying and continued to walk down to the girl. There was something off about her and it was drawing him towards her for no reason at all. Tatsuki scoffed at how he was walking towards nothing and left for the dojo, leaving Ichigo to head towards this figure on his own. Ichigo went over to the girl and moved over to get a look at her face. He had no idea why he wanted to look at her, but right at that moment he felt an odd sensation run through his body. The girl turned towards him and gave him a devilish smile as a furry object came out of her clothes. It grabbed the surprised Ichigo and held him up in the air. Suddenly there was a laugh that caught the boys attention, and the girl faded away. She was replaced by some kind of furry monster wearing a mask of some kind. He looked at the boy and smiled at his prey.

"I see capturing someone with this strange spirit energy was easier than I thought." It said to him, but for some reason his words fell on deaf ears as Ichigo simply looked up into the afternoon sky. "Huh." The hollow said as he noticed the boy wasn't even paying attention to him or at the very least trying to struggle.

Ichigo seemed to be in a trance as he was motionless while this was all taking place. As he looked up into the sky, something happened to him. Almost like he remembered something about himself. He could see flashes of a large muscular man throwing balls of green energy around at other men with spiky blonde hair. What was very weird though was the fact that to him it felt like that was him. That he was the large man beating up the others with ease. When he realized that he was, the yellow streak in his hair glowed and the restrictive bracelet cracked. Suddenly, and without warning, a yellow energy flared all around the boy, incinerating the hair that was encased around him. Grand Fisher screamed as the energy destroyed a part of him and backed away. Smart move, as Ichigo's bracelet broke completely and his black/red energy swirled with his yellow one. When that happened, his hair had changed. The streak was now his full hair color with a now black/red streak along the trims and roots of his hair. The energy died down and Ichigo landed on his feet.

Grand Fisher was stunned by how strong that energy was compared to anyone else he had ever faced and started to back away slowly. Before he could even take a step, Ichigo was now in front of him. His left eye had stayed its usual color while his right had changed from brown to red with black irises. He looked straight into Grand Fishers terrified eyes and was completely emotionless with his next words.

"Don't mess with me, ever. Or I will make you wish you never existed in the first place."

Grand Fisher didn't wait for any sign that he could leave, he simply ran for his life. When he was finally out of sight, Ichigo took a deep breath and the energy along with his appearance went away. He was now back to normal and looking at his hands with intrigue. With a smirk on his face, he ran over to the dojo to see if he had gotten stronger.

Done.

BTW, Yes. Other People Will Figure This Whole Thing With Him Out. About His Power, Not His Past As Broly I Mean.

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