Call it fate
chapter one: fate is a bitch

December 20th, the day of a certain white haired captain's birthday, Kurosaki Ichigo died. It had been so odd to Ichigo. First suddenly blacking out, and then finding himself staring at his own body, not that he hasn't done that before, but when he tried to get back in, the body denied him. When realization hit him, it hit him hard. He was dead…dying in his sleep…how…why?

It took about a day for his body to be found, as he found himself with yet another chain on his chest. The funeral had been funny though. His dad staring at Ichigo's soul, then dead body, and getting that confused look on his bearded face. Karin had brushed it off, as she could still see her dead brother right before her, but Yuzu cried. She could not see Ichigo's soul, so she had thought he was gone, till Karin scolded her and told her to look up. Strangely Yuzu could make out her brothers built form, but only faintly, as she had near to no connection to anyone from the soul society like Karin and Isshin had.

Ichigo still remembered her smiling face, as he waved at her tear stained face. He also remembered making faces at Orihime and Uryuu as well as Chad. Ishida looked ready to shoot the soul with five million arrows as he struggled to not show any weird side of himself to the people at the funeral. Ichigo also remembered Orihime holding Uryuu back…all in all it was an amusing sight, though he had not expected the chuckle he got from behind him.

"Rukia!" he smiled at his sister like friend.

"Yes Ichigo. And as of now, since you are dead, I am here to bring you to the Soul Society and to Yamamoto-taicho." The purple haired girl said smiling. And with one last look at his family and friends, who smiled and waved as he left, he let the end of Rukia's zanpaktou touch his forehead gently.

After that, the gate keeper of the Soul Society let him in with a smirk on his big face. His fight with Ichigo still in the gate keeper's minds no doubt. He soon found himself surrounded by the Thirteen Court Guard Squad's Captains Lieutenants and fourth and fifth seats. Yamamoto had stood before them.

"Kurosaki Ichigo. Due to all the help you have offered to the Soul Society in the past, we are permitting you to skip academy training, though we are fully aware of your overwhelming power, we cannot immediately make you a Captain in the Thirteen Court Guard Squads, but you will be under the wing of our youngest captain. Hitsugaya-taicho!" the old soutaicho called forth the small icy captain, who stepped forward and kneeled to the old man.

"Yes, Yamamoto-soutaicho?" Hitsugaya asked his voice strong and smooth.

"If I recall correctly, you are in need of a 3rd seat, am I mistaken?" The small captain hesitated slightly, but not enough that it showed to the others.

"Yes, soutaicho you are correct."

"Then will you take Kurosaki Ichigo as a 3rd seat?" this time he did not hesitate, to matter how much the orange top annoyed the young captain, he was not about to question his superior.

"Yes, Yamamoto-soutaicho," Hitsugaya stood and walked toward the tenth division "Come on Kurosaki." He shouted over his shoulder.

Ichigo struggled to get a grip of what the living hell just happened. But he silently followed to youngest captain.

Passing all his friends, old enemies and some new friends, Ichigo could not help the grin that rose to his tanned face. He was no longer just a substitute in this game, no, he was a full blooded Soul Reaper!

"Ne, Toshiro, how come you did not protest to Yamamoto putting me in your squad, I thought you hated my guts."

"Oh, I do Kurosaki. And show some respect! Yamamoto is the soutaicho and should be addressed as such, and I am your captain, so address me by my title alone." An irritated sigh left the full lips of the small taicho his eyes closing for some time to get rid of the beginnings of his head ache. God he could just feel it coming.

"Don't be rude, Hitsugaya-taicho. It was a simple question."

Out of pure habit Hitsugaya went to correct the now third seat to his squad but stopped short when he actually heard Ichigo's words.

"Say it again…" Hitsugaya breathed out, somewhat stunned that there had been no sarcasm or taunt in Ichigo's voice as he called Hitsugaya captain.

"What?" The strawberry frowned at the new side of the young captain. No matter how stupid he could be, he was still aware that Hitsugaya was a captain and had respect issues.

"My title…" The temperature in the room got slightly colder as Hitsugaya stood. "Say my title again."

For once in his like Ichigo did as he was told. "Hitsugaya-taicho." He sounded a little confused but Hitsugaya was smirking faintly.

"Wow I wasn't sure I would ever actually hear you say those words, Kurosaki." Hitsugaya's smirk was scaring the wits out of Ichigo. While Hitsugaya was filled with a small feeling of pride, after all Ichigo was strong, stronger than Kenpachi Zaraki, and he was just referred to as the strong ones captain. The feeling of pride and accomplishment did not want to leave.

That night Ichigo had witnessed something so inhuman to the small captain that he had to so a triple take to believe his own eyes…was Toshiro Hitsugaya…smiling.

Instantly the smaller one had seen his mistake. He had shown emotion other than anger. Ichigo's soft chocolate eyes were wide as his mouth hung open…oh god here it comes. And as the taicho predicted, Ichigo grind.

"Hitsugaya Toshiro can feel!" Ichigo jumped up and grinned wider, the excitement plane in his eyes. "Oh my GOD! I saw the icy captain smile! And it was a real genuine smile! Holy shit! Smile again Toshiro! Come on, it looked to great on you!"

Anger flooded into Hitsugaya again as he blushed. "Kurosaki…shut up…" he growled dangerously low. The temperature dropped another ten degrees as his fists clenched and unclenched. Ichigo did shut up, but that was only because Matsumoto busted through the door with a camera yelling "Taicho smiled!? When!?"

That day Ichigo was incased in ice till Hitsugaya felt calm enough to let him go free.

It has been ten years since that day. Ichigo was now the captain of his own squad, but that had not been the only thing to change since that fateful day when fate took away his 'living' world, but gave him this one.

"Don't dose off on the roof, Strawberry. You'll catch a cold." The soft voice brought Ichigo away from his memories, as he now stared at his lover.

"Just remembering the past, Hitsugaya-taicho." Ichigo breathed reclosing his eyes, feeling Toshiro get closer.

A sudden head on his chest made him smile. As did the comment to follow.

"It's YukiHime, for you Kurosaki…or Toshiro will do."

Stroking the snow white hair on his chest, Ichigo replied teasingly. "And it's Ichigo to you, yukihime. Although Strawberry will do just fine." A chuckle was heard and it promptly echoed in Ichigo's head till Toshiro's teal eyes stared up to his, a smirk on those sinful lips.

"Tell me, Strawberry, what motivated you to call me yukihime anyways?"

"That I will never tell, my snow prince." Ichigo intentionally changed it from princess to prince whenever addressing to Toshiro in those words, as the last time he called the child prodigy 'princess' he had to wear a gloves for four weeks.

As they lay there basking in the moonlight on the roof of the tenth division office, fate had yet put its sneaky hands in motion, planning something neither Ichigo nor Toshiro were ready for. Of course, fate is a bitch.

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Alright, what do you think? Yes Ichigo is dead, but I actually like him better in the Soul Society than in school. By the by, this is an Mpreg. Toshiro will have babies! Well please Review as I do feed on them…THANK YOU FOR READING!!!