Salutations! So I feel really bad about my lack of updating Bury Me...I'd like to sincerely apologize, but the fact of the matter is I have zero inspiration for that story...maybe it's just a phase, but right now, every time I open the document, I get nauseated...so to make up for that, I'd like to offer you this little story:)

I randomly got this idea one day while I was at work and thinking to myself about how much minimum-wage sucks ($7.25 is for shit)...I just thought to myself, "damn...I need a sugar daddy", and this little story was born...I'm not entirely sure how long it's going to be, but I have some nice ideas for it...I originally posted it on AO3, and I also post a lot of other stuff there too, if you're interested...

Alright then, here's the first chapter ~(^_^~)

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or the characters therein; I do however claim rights to ineedasugardaddydotcom, since I totally made it up...

Chapter I: I Need the Money

Ichigo quietly watched his father work on stitching up the wound on his friend's arm. He admired how focused and dedicated the man was to what he did, even if he was a total doofus in all other cases. For as long as he could remember, half of his house was always bustling with patients who needed medical attention, but now, he'd go weeks without seeing one. It wasn't because his father was incompetent or charged too much money; in fact, Isshin Kurosaki was renowned in the medical field, and he never charged more than what was necessary to keep his clinic running. No, times were just changing; healthcare that was sufficient was a rarity, and most times, people simply couldn't afford to seek treatment. Although he loved to help people, Isshin could not afford to run the Kurosaki Clinic as a free one; he had his son and twin daughters to provide for after all.

Ichigo had a small part-time job at a retail store run by his father's good friend, Kisuke Urahara. Despite his father's protests, Ichigo gave every cent he made to him in order to keep the clinic from shutting down. It just wasn't enough though. There were times when they could barely afford to put food on the table. Ichigo would sometimes give his dinner to his little sisters Karin and Yuzu in order to ensure that they'd had enough to eat, while he ate only if his friend Renji decided to come over. That's how things had been for the past year.

Isshin smiled as he finished wrapping Renji's wound with crisp white gauze. The red headed boy jumped down from the gurney and reached into his pocket pulling out an unnecessarily large wad of money and handing it to the doctor. Both Ichigo and Isshin looked at him like he'd grown a second head. Renji just smiled a shark tooth grin.

"Keep the change, doc," he said. Ichigo shook his head and Isshin stared at the wad which was easily two thousand dollars.

"Ren, the hell were you doing walking around with that much money?" Ichigo asked. Renji just shrugged.

"It's called 'pocket change', Ichi."

"Since when is two thousand dollars 'pocket change', Ren?"

Renji shrugged once more as Isshin continued to stare at the money.

"Thanks for patching me up, doc. See you later, Ichi." With that the boy turned to leave the clinic, while Isshin dropped heavily into his chair.

"How much is Kisuke paying you kids?" he asked, dumbfoundedly. Ichigo chuckled.

"Ren only works at the store on Tuesdays, dad. I don't know where he got that money, but hey if it'll help keep the clinic open-"

"I'm shutting it down." Ichigo felt his heart drop to his kneecaps.

"What?"

"We just can't keep it up, son. I mean look at the place," Isshin said.

The clinic's lackluster appearance was due to the fact that there wasn't enough money to worry about things like renovations. The paint was chipping, one of the windows was cracked from a little soccer ball incident, and the door would stick whenever it got too hot or too cold. Isshin used the supplies that he could afford, and though most of them were outdated, and far from state-of-the-art, they were functional. To Ichigo, it didn't matter; this clinic had been a part of his life since he was a little kid. He couldn't let it get shut down.

"Dad, you can't. I'll pick up more hours at the store, I'll even get a second job. You don't have to close the clinic," he said. Isshin shook his head solemnly.

"Ichigo, I know that you want to help, but it just isn't going to work. I don't want you spending your life trying to save everyone, alright? Just let it be."

"But dad-"

"Ichigo!" Ichigo jumped at the sudden elevation of his dad's voice. He lowered his gaze as Isshin ran a hand over his face. "Son, I want you to do what's best for you, okay? Stop worrying about other people's problems just this once. Then you can go right back to meddling and saving the day, alright?"

Ichigo nodded, though he didn't agree with what his father had said at all. He turned and left the clinic, heading into his house. Suddenly, he found himself sitting on his ass as he'd walked right into Renji's solid frame. He rubbed his forehead looking up at the shark toothed idiot. Renji smirked and reached out a hand to help Ichigo up.

"Dumbass. I thought you were gone," Ichigo grumbled. Renji chuckled.

"Nah, I was about to leave when your sister told me she was making cookies. You know, there's always a need for cookies, bro." Ichigo rolled his eyes as Renji laughed. Then suddenly, the boy sobered, laying a hand on his orange haired best friend's shoulder. "I heard about the clinic." Ichigo sighed.

"I guess it's for the best. Dad seems really stressed. It's his life's work though. What's he going to do without it? I really wish there was a way I could help, you know?" he said. Renji nodded before looking around. Both of Ichigo's little sisters were within earshot.

"C'mon, let's finish this conversation upstairs," he said. Ichigo shrugged and went up the stairs while Renji followed closely behind him. Once they were in Ichigo's room, Renji sat down on the floor while Ichigo flopped down on his bed covering his eyes with his arm. "I have a way that you can help."

Ichigo lifted his arm just enough to peek at his idiot friend.

"But dad said-"

"I know, I heard, and since when do you listen to him anyways?" Renji asked, grabbing Ichigo's laptop from his desk. Ichigo shrugged.

"I don't. What's your suggestion?" Renji didn't respond, but instead he punched Ichigo in the stomach just hard enough to make him sit up. He put the laptop into Ichigo's lap, and the boy immediately frowned at the screen. "The fuck is this?"

On the homepage was an array of pictures of guys his age and older in "compromising" positions. In big fancy font letters at the top of the page were the words, I Need A Sugar Daddy. Ichigo glared at Renji who was barely holding back his laughter.

"Your face right now is too fucking rich, man!" he said. Ichigo's glare intensified.

"Look, if you're just going to be a dumbass instead of actually helping, you can get the hell out," he growled. Renji wiped a tear from his eye and cooled his laughter. Once he was done, he took on a look of absolute seriousness as he spoke,

"I'm serious, Ichi. This is my suggestion."

Ichigo's eyes widened as he looked back at the screen. Renji couldn't be serious about. . .this. While Ichigo knew he had a preference for both sexes, he'd never even kissed anyone, let alone did any of the stuff that was. . .oh goodness, he could feel his cheeks heating up just thinking about it. He was brought out of his thoughts by the peels of laughter that were coming from his "friend". He used the term loosely now.

"God, you are just too prude, bro. Look, it's not that bad, okay? Just go to the search bar and type 'senbonzakura31'."

Ichigo did as he was told and was surprised when a profile came up. The man was gorgeous with dark hair and large grey eyes. His bone structure was exquisite, giving him an almost regal look. And that body. Ichigo licked his lips. Good lord.

"W-who is that?" he stuttered. Renji chuckled.

"That is my sugar daddy, Byakuya Kuchiki," he responded. Ichigo blinked rapidly.

"Kuchiki? You mean. . .Rukia's brother?" he asked in a whisper. Renji leaned forward, cupping his hand next to his mouth.

"Why are you whispering?" he asked, mirth filling his hushed tone. Ichigo scowled.

"Fuck you, man."

"No thanks, Byakuya takes care of that just fine." Ichigo grimaced and covered his ears.

"Would you stop! I don't need to hear this shit, dude!"

"Whatever, Chastity Hope Prudence. Look, it's not just about the sex, alright? Byakuya actually. . .likes me, you know?" Renji said, a faint blush dusting across his cheeks. "And he also provides for me. It's a really big help. He paid for my mom's surgery."

Ichigo looked back at the screen as he contemplated his decision. On the one hand, he could get the money he needed to save his dad's livelihood. On the other hand, he would probably have to do. . .those things with some gross old dude. Byakuya was hot, but what were the odds of two gorgeous guys being on a site like this? The odds were slim at best. Ichigo sighed. He needed the money. He'd do whatever it took to save the Kurosaki Clinic.

"What do I have to do?" Renji's shark toothed grin returned and he pushed Ichigo over so he could look at the screen.

"Alright, click register as sugar baby."

A little while later, Ichigo and Renji sat staring at the completed profile. In Ichigo's opinion, it was just filled with nonsense that didn't pertain to anything, like "occupation": If I had a good job, would I need a sugar daddy? and "tattoos/piercings": I'm seventeen! And then there was the fact that he had to lie about his age in order to get on the site. What was he going to tell the guy, or sugar daddy, rather, when they met? "Oh hey! I know I said I was twenty-two, but I'm actually seventeen, and not even old enough to buy a pack of cigarettes. . .that cool?"

He sighed as he came to the last part of the profile, the picture. This was his least favorite part, and he and Renji had been arguing over it for the past fifteen minutes.

"Fine, just take one right now then!" Renji yelled, completely exasperated. Ichigo scowled. He was ready to be done with this shit, so he just nodded. Renji stood from the bed grabbing Ichigo's iPhone from the desk. "Alright, get up."

Ichigo mumbled obscenities as he stood.

"Hurry up."

"Take your shirt off," Renji instructed. Ichigo's scowl deepened as a scarlet blush erupted on his face and spread to his ears. Renji busted out laughing. "Dude, no wonder you're still a virgin. Jesus, it's just me. Take your damn shirt off."

Ichigo continued to grumble as he pulled his shirt over his head. He fought back his blush, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"That's good, stay just like that," Renji instructed. Ichigo stood still and Renji snapped the picture. He went over to his friend, craning to see the picture.

"My hair's fucked up."

"Nah, just call it a sexy bed head," Renji taunted. Ichigo deadpanned.

"Just put the damn picture on the profile." Renji snickered as he uploaded the picture to the profile. Once he was done, he sat back and admired his work. Ichigo put his shirt back on and sat down on his bed again. "Now what?"

"Now, you wait. If one of the sugar daddies sees your profile and he likes it, he'll contact you and make you an offer. You can accept or refuse, but just because you refuse, doesn't mean they'll leave you alone. You'll have to block them then, okay?" Ichigo nodded as he listened to Renji's instructions. Once he was done, he got up to leave. Ichigo stopped him before he got to the door.

"Hey. . .thanks, Ren," he said, quietly. Renji smiled.

"No prob, Ichi. Let me know how it goes for you?" Ichigo nodded and Renji left the room.

Ichigo couldn't help but wonder what he was getting himself into once he sat down in front of his laptop. He hoped he wouldn't get some old creeper or some hulking roidhead. He'd be fine with someone at least half as hot as Byakuya. He jumped as a little kiss sound came from his laptop, signaling that someone had sent him a message. He swallowed as he clicked on the message icon.

Here we go.

Well, that's chapter one...I hope this makes up for my long absence...I guess I just shouldn't let things get to me, you know? Anyways, thanks a lot for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it:) Until next time,

Patd06