Ichigo Kurosaki, a man with orange hair, was sitting at home, studying, like he usually did. He didn't live with his dad anymore and got his own apartment. It was small, but it was good enough. He didn't need one of those large apartments, which would be scary and ominous to be living alone in. He went to college, trying to aim for a lawyer, and went when he wanted to. That's what was great about living alone. He didn't need to expect his dad's crazy attacks early in the morning.

And he went to school when he wanted to.

He smirked.

Which was just fine.

His smirk disappeared when there was a knock on the door, sighing and getting up, wondering who that could be. Sighing out of frustration, he opened his door, blinking when he saw his small friend.

"Rukia." Ichigo said, glancing at the small woman. "What're you doing here?"

"What? I can't come over?" Rukia asked, walking into the room with a small frown.

Rukia Kuchiki, a friend of Ichigo's, both going to high school together and friends since then. He doesn't go over to her house, and why? Because of her brother. Ichigo scowled. That man looked for every opportunity to insult him. He closed his door with a sigh while Rukia looked over the apartment.

"Don't you ever think of getting a bigger apartment?" Rukia asked, staring at the orange haired man curiously.

Orange hair. Ichigo was born with naturally orange hair, getting into usual fights with people. He remembered this one bastard that got into fights with him daily, saying he was just looking for trouble. What trouble? He forgot his name, but the bastard would usually be laying on the ground, bleeding while he limped home and getting fussed over by his sisters and mother(Who is alive in this story, by the way) while his father congratulated him on a fine fight. But he would get scolded by his mother, who he loved dearly.

"Don't compare my apartment to Byakuya's." Ichigo said, scowling. "I'm studying. What do you want?"

"Just wanted to know if you wanted to go out?" Rukia said with a mischievous smirk.

Ichigo knew what that smirk meant.

"No, I do not want to go meet guys." Ichigo said, scowling, walking towards his small kitchen.

Yes, Ichigo Kurosaki... is gay. He hasn't had a decent relationship in a while. In fact, he hadn't gone out with anyone for a couple years. But he had school to worry about... sort of. Lately, he was lazy to go to college now. But whatever they said stuck to his mind, and sometimes he almost slept in class, and would ace the tests.

"C'mon! Even my brother found someone." Rukia said, folding her arms over her chest with a small frown.

Ichigo raised his eyebrows with amazement written all over his face. "Really? What's his name?"

"He said he didn't want me to tell you." Rukia said, looking away with a small smile.

"Wait... it's actually a guy?" Ichigo asked, raising an eyebrow, sitting down on his couch, deciding the relax while his small friend was there.

"Well, he did say he wouldn't love another woman after my sister passed away. And we both know he's bisexual, so..." Rukia shrugged, as if she had been expecting it.

"Huh..." Ichigo frowned. "How about you?"

"No, not yet." Rukia said, frowning. "So, c'mon! Get dressed and let's go to a night club!"

"I don't want to." Ichigo said with a scowl, eating a candy bar.

He frowned when he was pulled up and shoved into a room, yelling at Rukia when she actually tore his clothes off, trying to cover his body with his blanket. She left the room while laughing. Ichigo frowned and looked through his clothes. When Rukia wanted him to do something, she usually got it. Even though he hated being forced to do something, she managed to get him to do it. He looked through his stacks of clothes.

What to wear?

Shrugging, he reached out and grabbed a purple button up shirt and a pair of black leather pants. He never usually wore the pants, but when he was forced to go out, he would. So, putting his shirt, the sleeves almost going past his hands, and putting on his pants, he grabbed his chain put it over his head and around his neck. Looking at himself in the mirror, he scowled. He doubt he would meet anyone. His nights usually ended like that.

Not even knocking to ask if he had finished, Rukia opened the door.

"Hey! You have to knock!" Ichigo yelled, glaring at the small woman.

"You look good enough, let's go." Rukia said, walking back into the living room.

Ichigo frowned. That's it? Good enough? Was she trying to insinuate that he wasn't trying to look great? Ah, well, she was right. Sighing, he closed his bedroom door and grabbed his keys and wallet from the bowl near his door.

"Let's go." Ichigo said with a groan and a roll of his eyes.

Rukia smirked and walked out, Ichigo wondering if he should shut and lock the door. Shrugging, he walked out and locked the door, walking down the steps with a scowl. Rukia glanced at Ichigo and nodded over to the car she had. Lucky small woman. Had her own car, all because of her brother. He frowned and got into the passenger's seat.

"Let's go have fun!" Ichigo said with false excitement, arms folded over his chest, glaring straight ahead.

"Don't be like that. Who knows? You could finally get laid tonight." Rukia said, smirking widely.

"SHUT UP!"

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Two men frowned, having been dragged there by their friend, who they were considering should even be their friend. The bald man frowned and grabbed his cup, downing it in one gulp and demanding more. The man standing beside him was sipping his, not even trying to get drunk, seeing people stare at him and would quickly walk by. One glance at him and people felt the need to shit their pants. He rolled his eye, his other eye covered by an eye patch.

"How long do we have ta stay here?" The bald man asked, scowling, looking around for their friend.

"Until that damn bastard is finished." The tall man said with a sigh, leaning against the counter.

"But we have work ta do, 'member?"

"I know. Ya could call this our damn time off."

"First day off ya give us in a while an' we have ta go ta a damn night club? Really, what the hell is Yumichika thinkin'? Does he not know us? We don't like goin' out."

"Shut up."

The tall man scanned the crowd, trying to look for the one they called Yumichika, wondering where his fruity ass could be. Probably trying to seduce some poor mindless bastard that can't say no to him. Well, who can? The idiot practically looked like a chick and could make any man fall right into his hands. Where the hell was he? He continued to look through the crowd until his eye caught orange hair. He raised an eyebrow. Who the hell had orange hair? He tried to catch a glance at the person, but the crowd was blocking him or her.

Ichigo was scowling. He felt ridiculous. Not only were men and women were staring at him, but he was pretty sure he felt someone's erection pressing against his back a moment ago. He frowned and tried to find Rukia. As soon as they walked in, Rukia had left and said she was going to have fun. Why couldn't she take him? Where the hell was she? He tried looking over people, but some men were taller than him, so it proved to be difficult. If Renji was there he could probably find her.

He sighed and shook his head, putting a hand to his face, letting out a deep sigh. He should at least have fun, right?

So, let's have fun, Ichigo.

After a while of forgetting Rukia, Ichigo soon found himself dancing along with the music, forgetting about all his worries. He was pretty sure if his mother or sisters knew he was at a night club, they would throw a fit, but hey. Didn't every parent? And... sister? He had two sisters, twins. One cared about his well being, while the other said she didn't care what he did. Exact opposites.

Ichigo grinned, perspiration rolling down his face, wondering if he should have gone out several nights before. He didn't even care that some guy was grinding against his body.

Well, the crowd had parted and was letting him see who had orange hair, a smirk spreading across the man's face. He watched as the redhead moved with the music, looking over his body, a pleased sound coming from his mouth. The bald man next to him turned his head and stared at him with a confused look and looked in his line of vision, trying to see who he was staring at.

"What?" The man asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothin'."

"Ya saw somethin' ya liked... was it Yumichika?"

The man turned his head and glared at the bald man, seeing him shrug, as if saying "There's a possibility." He rolled his eye. Stupid fucktard.

Ichigo panted with a wide grin, walking to the counter and asking for a drink. He turned his head when he saw Rukia walk towards him with a smirk. He gave her a grin, making her raise an eyebrow.

"You look happy." Rukia commented with a grin, sipping something that looked like... milk from a cup.

The hell?

Weren't they in a night club?

"This is great! Why didn't you drag me out before?" Ichigo asked, grabbing his drink and paying the man with a nod.

"Well, you made such a big deal during the other times I asked." Rukia said, smiling.

"That's because I had to study and work the next day."

"Why don't you get a different job?" Rukia asked, furrowing her eyebrows. "I know your family only approves of it because it's your job, but... Ichigo, really? A stripper?"

Ichigo worked... as a stripper. Even though he studied and went to college, he needed a job, and his friend Hisagi said he could get him a job. He was in need of money so he could pay off his rent, but didn't know what the job was until he was at the joint the next day.

"It's a good job and I get a lot of money."

"But it's-"

"We came here to have fun, so let's have fun."

Rukia sighed and shook her head, seeing Ichigo down his drink and practically skip back onto the dance floor. He was having too much fun. She saw him as a brother, but sometimes he was too oblivious to some things. After finishing her milk, she walked onto the dance floor.

"We have ta go! Where the hell were ya?"

The bald man was glaring at a man with a bobbed haircut, feathers sticking off of his face, a smile gracing his lips. The tall man had wandered off, both men staring at each other.

"Just so you know, Ikkaku, yelling is such an ugly action to do while in public." The man, Yumichika said as he closed his eyes with a soft smile on his face.

The bald man, Ikkaku, rolled his eyes with an aggravated groan. "I don't give a damn 'bout yer beauty an' shit! We have work ta do tomorrow an' ya know that Kenpachi's gonna give shit if we don't do a good job of gettin' rid of it."

"But I don't want to get my hands dirty. You can do it while I stay here and have fun."

Ikkaku was shaking from anger, glaring at the fruity man, hands clenched into fists by his sides. Yumichika only continued to smile before looking around, delicately raising an eyebrow.

"And where is Kenpachi?"

"He went over there somewhere." Ikkaku said, shaking his hand dismissively.

"And why doesn't he have to come and help us?"

"'Cause he pays us, if ya forgot."

"But we do such dirty work and I just got a manicure today."

"I don't give a damn! Hurry up an' finish so we can go!"

The tall man, who was called Kenpachi, was outside, waiting for the other two. He had ordered Ikkaku to wait for Yumichika and tell him they had to go, so where the hell were they? He frowned and watched as several bikers walked by him, rolling his eye from their tough act. He was waiting as patiently as he could, but he was considering on walking in there and pulling them out.

His eyes snapped over to the entrance when someone walked out, recognizing him as that orange haired guy. He watched as he took a deep breath, grabbing his shirt and shaking it, as if trying to get cool. He couldn't blame him. It was like a furnace in there.

Ichigo took a deep breath, looking around, looking at the tall skyscrapers, wondering how big the night club was. He turned, going to see how big it was, when his eye caught the tall man. He turned his head, seeing that the man was staring back at him, making him widen his eyes slightly.

This guy was tall. He had an eye patch over his right eye, had one of those bad ass looks, and his hair hung around his shoulders. He wore a leather jacket, and the same color shirt as him. Wow. Some other people wore purple. He wore jeans. Long hair. If he looked closer, he could swear he could see a scar going down his face on the left side of his face. He closed his mouth.

"Um... hi." Ichigo said with a nod.

The man grunted and nodded back, looking back at the entrance. What the hell was taking them so damn long? He glanced at the redhead, seeing him standing where he stood, trying to cool himself off. This kid certainly was attractive. But if he was a kid, it wouldn't do well with him. He turned his head when two people walked out of the entrance.

"Found 'im." Ikkaku said, pointing towards the still smiling man with his thumb.

"Excuse me for having fun. We barely get off of work and I wanted to use this opportunity to have some fun. Or have you two not heard of that?" Yumichika asked, raising an eyebrow.

"'Course we heard of that! I just want ta get a good sleep tonight before we have ta go and blow someone's brains ou-"

"Ikkaku!"

"What?" Ikkaku asked, turning his head with a frown.

That's when he noticed the orange haired man staring at him, making him frown and curse. Shit! Yumichika stared at the man with wide eyes. This man was beautiful! Too bad they were going to have to bring him back with them.

Ichigo was scared... more than scared, he was freaked!

"I-I didn't hear anything! I swear!" Ichigo yelled, holding his arms out, trying to get back into the night club, trying to act like he didn't hear anything.

"Sorry, kid, but yer gonna have ta come with us." Kenpachi said.

Before Ichigo knew it, he was lifted over the man's shoulder, widening his eyes and cursing. He struggled, noticing that the man was very built- Not now, Ichigo! The thought of him sleeping with the fishes went through his mind. He shook his head. No! These guys probably weren't with the Yakuza.

He was put into a trunk, making him widen his eyes when it was closed.

Muffled yells were heard from the trunk, some almost sounding like curses. Ikkaku smirked before getting into the car, frowning when he saw that Yumichika had shot gun. Kenpachi got in and frowned. Shit. If this kid chose to cooperate with them or not was his choice, but if he chose to tell someone what he heard... well, you could guess what's going to happen. While they drove away, Rukia walked out of the night club with a frown.

Where did Ichigo go?

I thank anyone that reads this. ^^