Ichigo had to get a job. Or rather, he needed a job. Living on your own seemed great, but he depended a bit tad too much on his father. Crazy as he was, he was a great parent, but he couldn't live with him forever. So he decided to move out, and got a nice little apartment. But the job he had didn't pay that much, so he needed another job. He worked as a waiter, taking people's orders day after day after day. It was tiring.

The orange haired man sat in his living room, staring into space, trying to think of a job he could do. He could be a janitor. No. He could be a... Well, janitor was all that could pop into his head. What else could he be? There had to be something. He could work at a restaurant? But working at another restaurant didn't seem that appealing to him. Sighing, he glanced at the clock, seeing that it was almost time to go to his dad's for a visit. He'll think of more jobs later.

Getting up, he walked over to the closet, pulling out a jacket. Grabbing his wallet and keys, he walked out, locking the door behind himself. Walking down the street, he frowned, trying to think of a job. He could be something. There were tons of jobs out there he could be working as, but nothing seemed to appeal to him. He needed money, because his rent was getting high, and he wasn't expecting the manager to give him more time.

Making it to his dad's house, he walked in, quickly moving to the side when he saw something head towards him, scowling when he saw his crazy father shoot right out of the door.

"Ichigo, my son! You are progressing perfectly!"

"You crazy idiot! What kind of dad attacks his own son? I just got here!" Ichigo yelled, glaring at the man dusting himself off.

"Even so, I must test you on your skills." The man said, standing straight, folding his arms over his chest and nodding with a wise expression on his face.

Ichigo gave him a black look.

Turning around, he shut the door and locked it, leaving his father outside. He ignored the banging on the door, walking into the living where his two sisters were. Karin and Yuzu Kurosaki, twins, both looked up and greeted him.

"Ichi-nii, Yuzu said that dinner's almost ready." Karin said, pointing to the other teenager. She looked back at the TV, switching through channels. "How long are we going to feed you anyway?"

Ichigo frowned deeply, glaring at his sister. Rude brat.

He didn't want to rely on them for food, but seeing as he was running out of money, he had no choice to go to them. And Karin didn't want to let him forget.

"Onii-chan, dad said he found a job for you." Yuzu said, walking over to the kitchen, smiling at her older brother.

"Huh?" Ichigo blinked, confused. "But I told him I was going to find a job on my own-"

"Your guard is down!"

Ichigo found himself under his father, squirming to get loose, glaring at the black haired man sitting on top of him. Isshin Kurosaki, a crazy doctor that seemed to want to attack his son at every chance he got!

"Get the hell off!" Ichigo yelled, pushing the man off of him, sending him toppling to the floor.

"Ichigo, I have figured out your money problem!" Isshin yelled, standing up, nodding, despite the blood oozing from his head he was standing with no problem.

"Dad! I said I was going to find myself a job! I don't need your help!" Ichigo said, scowling, glaring at the man he called a dad.

"But... I'm trying to help my only son!" Isshin yelled, crying dramatically, holding out a piece of paper. Seemed like the man could cry on the spot, because at the moment he was once again grinning. "This is a client of mine and he said he needs to find a secretary. When I asked how much the pay was, I instantly knew I had to help my son! His name is Stark, nice guy."

"Secretary?" Ichigo asked, raising an eyebrow, grabbing the paper his father held out. He had to double take at the amount the pay was. It was more than he made it a month! "But... dad! This is-"

"Great?" Isshin asked, grinning widely, looking quite smug at the moment.

"Yeah! Wait a sec..." Ichigo looked closer at the last sentence. "Dad... this says the job is for a woman."

The grin on Isshin's face widened. Dread instantly filled Ichigo. He didn't like that look.

I thank anyone who reads this story. Truth is, I finally had the guts to make this story, but now I'm self-cautious.