Shirosaki was grinning a devilish grin while both Ichigo and Isshin glared at each other. People managed to pull them away from each other, but they held on tightly in case they decided their "fight" wasn't done yet.

But they stopped struggling when Zangetsu stepped into the picture.

No one messed with the old man.

"I'm sorry, Zangetsu!" Isshin declared and stood, pointing to the ceiling. "My son is still not strong enough to fight me! All those years of training him was for nothing."

"HEY! I CAN STILL KICK YOUR ASS JUST FINE!" Ichigo yelled with an angry twitch in his eye.

"Ichigo!"

Almost every person in the room winced, all inching away from the Strawberry. Ichigo's eyes were wide. From the side of his eye, he could see Zangetsu shake his head while Shirosaki snickered. Another strange thing. Zangetsu... is Shirosaki's uncle.

Just weird.

Swallowing hard, Ichigo slowly turned his head, seeing his mother give him a disapproving stare. Oh, crap. He scowled when he heard his idiot of a father giggling to himself. Oh, shut up, you fool! He snickered when he saw his mother direct the stare to his father.

Isshin immediately shut up.

"Sorry... mom." Ichigo lowered his head and stared at the floor abashedly.

"Don't talk like that to your father again." Masaki said with a slight frown on her face.

"Yes, ma'am."

"And Isshin, don't provoke your son."

"Yes, ma'am."

Masaki turned her head and smiled when she saw Zangetsu. "It's so nice seeing you after so many years."

"Likewise." Zangetsu said with a nod to the woman.

Ichigo almost ran when he saw his teacher nod towards him, silently telling him to sneak away. He ran out of the house to take a breather. What his dad did was humiliating and horrid to him. He just assumes he's gay? He isn't!

He has half a mind to go in there and beat him up.

He scowled and narrowed his eyes, turning his head before looking forward. Everything in his head went to a screeching stop, snapping his head to the side.

Ishida, Inoue, and Chad.

NOOO!

That fucking idiot invited his friends? His friends! Was he crazy! The last time they were invited to the party of him "becoming a man" he was so embarrassed. Not only was Ishida being really critical, Chad was actually giving him thumbs up and Inoue looked like she might cry.

For some odd reason.

But she just brushed it off and said they were tears of happiness.

Happiness his ass.

He could clearly see she was distraught. What the reason was, he didn't know, but he didn't like seeing her like that. He quickly ran inside, grabbed the first person he saw, which happened to be that ass Shirosaki, and ran up the stairs to his room.

Shirosaki sat on the bed in Ichigo's old room with a dumbfounded look on his face.

"...What?" Shirosaki quirked a brow curiously.

"My friends are coming here!" Ichigo snapped with impossibly wide eyes. "My nice friends! Friends I haven't seen in almost two damn years!"

Shirosaki widened his eyes slightly before smirking.

"So? What're ya gonna do 'bout it?" Shirosaki asked with that irritating damn smile on his face.

"I'm gonna do the first thing that comes to mind!" Ichigo yelled with a crazy look in his eye.

Clearly this whole party was getting to him.

All of a sudden, he pulled out orange hair dye, making Shirosaki frown and glance at the item questioningly. He furrowed his brow in confusion and slowly glanced up at his friend, comically widening his eyes when he saw a dark gleam in Ichigo's eyes while he put gloves on his hands.

"Are ya nuts! Get the hell away from me!"

"They'll believe you're me because of how you look like me! Now get over here!"

"Fuck you, Strawberry! They'll never believe I'm you! I'm pale as a ghost, lardass!"

"LARDASS? You bastard! Get over here so I can kick your ass!"

"You'll hafta catch me first!"

People could hear their yelling from downstairs.

They were all looking at the ceiling, their eyebrows raised when they heard loud footsteps, a few crashing noises, something heavy hit the floor, most likely one of the boys, and a loud groan and a yell.

Rukia sighed and shook her head.

What were they doing?

Next they heard a loud thump and screaming.

Upstairs again, Ichigo finally tackled Shirosaki and was now squirting the dye into the abino's hair, making him scream like he was fucking nailing him in the arse.

...

...

...

...

Bad choice of words there, Ichigo.

He shook his head, about to continue to squirt the dye, even though he's not suppose to do that, he was yanked back by the back of his shirt, turning his head to glare at the one who was man enough to do that.

He looked up.

And up and up.

Chad.

"...Hey." He said in a deep voice.

Ichigo's eyes were still wide before a shaky smile crossed his face. It was likely they already heard "he came out of the closet." Which he didn't! He's still straight!

Still.

Not was.

Still.

"Hi, Chad." Ichigo said with a grin.

"Kurosaki-kun!"

Shirosaki, still laying on the floor with dye in his hair and some of the floor, rolled his eyes out of annoyance at the high pitched voice. It was that annoying girl who was so infatuated with the Strawberry.

And the Strawberry himself didn't even know it.

But it just angered the albino that she just wouldn't let him go.

Can't the little ditz see that Ichigo wasn't interested in her?

"Oh, hi, Inoue." Ichigo said, now standing on his feet. "It's nice to see you again."

She took it the wrong way, Shirosaki thought. Because her face was now beet red, looking at the floor with a stupid smile on her face and trying to think of what to say to the man she hasn't seen in two years. Before she could even think of what to say, that little gay kid made his way towards Ichigo.

Hey, Shirosaki thought he looked gay.

"Ichigo, I didn't think you preferred the same sex." Ishida said, smirking when he saw the Strawberry visibly flinch.

"SHUT UP! There was just a little mix-up with-"

"HELLO! ARE YOU ONE OF MY SON'S FRIENDS? WHAT ARE YOUR NAMES?"

Ichigo groaned and rolled his eyes in annoyance when he heard his loud father. The man could be so loud the whole neighborhood could probably hear him. Some people actually went to the house to ask him to be quiet.

"HUH? WHAT'S THAT? GRIMMJOW AND NNOITRA! WHAT FANTASTIC NAMES!"

Ichigo paused and widened his eyes with horror, his mouth falling open while a smirk spread across Shirosaki's face.

He wasn't that cruel.

Grimmjow cursed and glared straight ahead while Nnoitra started up the car. He was about to go forward until his senses started tingling, feeling a disturbing air, quickly turning and widening his one good eye with horror when he saw that albino standing on the back of his car.

"WHAT THE HELL'RE YA DOIN'?" Nnoitra yelled, staring at the dirty shoes on his precious car.

"Hey, 'm helpin' yer friend, so ya mighta well as shut up." Shirosaki said with a smirk, glancing at the bluenette. "Listen, Blueberry, Strawberry's been my friend fer a very long time. If ya hurt 'im, yer dead."

Grimmjow frowned and quirked a brow, about to ask what the hell the albino was talking about, when a card was shoved in his face. Not literally, though.

He frowned and grabbed the card, staring at it with a irritated look.

He raised his eyebrows when he saw the name, place, and the little chibified drawing of Shirosaki at the bottom.

What the hell was with the chibified drawings?

When he looked up, he frowned when he didn't see the albino anywhere in sight. He also ignored the furious yelling from Nnoitra as he tried to wipe the footprints off the back of his car with his shirt.

Idiot.

Ichigo and Shirosaki glanced around the corner, their eyebrows raised, seeing the blue haired man and the tall, lanky man standing at the door, both glaring at the loud man that was still greeting them. Ichigo pushed himself against the wall, his eyes wide.

How the hell did they know where I live?

It was no surprise Ichigo was panicking. Who wouldn't? Finding out your crazy dad is throwing a party for "coming out of the closet" and inviting everyone he knows. Then the guy who "wants him" suddenly comes over and the big possibility everyone will find out it "him" that made them all think he's "gay."

Ichigo blanched.

Horrible.

Just... horrible.

He had to think of a way to get Grimmjow out of there without everyone finding out. He rolled his eyes and snorted. It was so simple.

Grimmjow glared at the man that was still greeting them, wanting to just find the Strawberry and tease him some more. Nnoitra was frowning, wondering why he even came to be greeted by this idiot at the door.

"So, how do you know my Ichigo?" Isshin asked while giving them a wide grin.

"He's-"

Someone quickly tackled Isshin, making the man jump up and turn to see who attacked him. He scowled when he saw Shirosaki giving him a wide grin. He held up his fists, the albino challenging the older man. Isshin grinned. He had no idea what he was getting himself into. Grimmjow and Nnoitra watched with wide eyes, about to walk in until they were suddenly hauled backwards.

The door slammed closed without anyone noticing.

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"What are you doing here?" Ichigo snapped while glaring at the two, all three standing outside the gates to the house.

"Came ta check out a party." Nnoitra answered with a wide smirk on his face.

"At my house!" Ichigo snapped while pointing at the man, seeming to think lightening was going to strike the man.

"And?" Nnoitra asked while giving a smirk.

"It's my house!" Ichigo yelled, as if that was enough of a reason.

"So?" Grimmjow asked as he gave a smirk.

"Leave!" Ichigo yelled while pointing to the car. "And never, ever come back!"

"Never say never." Grimmjow said while crossing his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow with a smirk.

"I'm. Going to… kill you…" Ichigo whispered while glaring at the two men.

"Ya'll be thrown in jail, then."

"Get outta here!"

The rest of the day was a disaster. His father attacked him when he heard him yelling at the two to leave, people congratulated him, he got pissed off. The usual. Though he had to question by the end of the day why he was friends with these people.

The next day… Grimmjow and Nnoitra were at the shop… Got there before him… again.

He glared at them while he stood behind the counter. He didn't like it. Everyone didn't seem to mind them being in the shop early but Ichigo did. Never mind that fact one of them wanted to, "hook up with him." He gave them the evil-eyes from behind the counter, wiping it down for the fourth time in ten minutes.

He wasn't very good at being inconspicuous.

"What?" Nnoitra called out.

"Nothing." Ichigo turned around and started wiping the walls.

He really wasn't very good at being inconspicuous.

"He's weird." Renji said while rolling his eyes, offering coffee to the two customers.

"Ya said it." Nnoitra said as he grabbed a cup and took a sip.

He yelled out a curse when it burned it tongue. Grimmjow rolled his eyes and blew in the cup, trying to cool down the coffee as much as he could before he could drink it. Kisuke came out from the back, covered in black soot again, turning his head to see Ichigo wiping down a chair while glaring at the two customers.

He was still mad.

Ah, Ichigo could be so cute when he was mad.

"Kurosaki-san, why are you cleaning the chair?" Kisuke asked with a wide grin.

Ichigo scowled. "It needed cleaning."

"…Okay?" Kisuke couldn't help but giggle. "Now if you do not mind I must go to the bathroom to clean up~!" He sang as he skipped to the bathroom.

He skipped.

To the bathroom.

Everyone stared at him with strange looks on their faces.

"I think that guy's gay." Nnoitra said as he sipped at his coffee.

"He's got a wife." Hisagi said as he walked out from the back.

Nnoitra raised his eyebrows at the news. Seriously? Grimmjow looked up from surprise, letting out a curse when coffee spilled onto his jeans. Thankfully, away from his crotch. He grabbed napkins and began wiping furiously on his leg.

"Really?"

"Yep. Yoruichi." Hisagi said as he nodded. "Comes by once a while."

"That's Yoruichi-san."

Hisagi jumped when Kisuke stood behind him with a large grin on his face, his expression making him gulp and nod frantically. Kisuke then pranced towards the back room to try and remake that cake he cooked.

It still blew up in his face.

And his employees were still curious how he could make a cake blow up.

It was impossible!

Cake was the simplest thing to make!

"…How long are you two going to take?" Ichigo asked as he glared at the two, mostly at the bluenette.

"A while." Grimmjow answered with a smirk.

Ichigo grabbed a plate, about to throw it at the man, when Renji grabbed him and dragged him into the back with a nervous grin on his face. Nnoitra tongue stuck out of his mouth, trying to cool it off.

"What's wrong with you?" Renji asked as he glared at his friend with his hands on his hips.

"They're here almost every day." Was Ichigo's defense.

"So? We should be glad we have people who stay here after they order." Renji said as he rolled his eyes.

"So? I don't like them."

"You don't like them because you're homophobic."

"I'm not."

"You freaked out from a little truthfulness from someone who wants to pursue you!"

"Little? He asked me how to get me into bed with him!" Ichigo yelled at the man with a crazed look in his eyes. "Who does that?"

"That guy, apparently."

"Is Kurosaki-san complaining again?" Kisuke asked as he shot up from behind a counter, making the two jump and stare at him with wide eyes.

"What were you doing behind there?" Ichigo asked with a frown.

"Grabbing a pot of course." Kisuke said as he held out a pot with a grin. "I'm gonna make soup~!"

"Soup?" Renji asked. "But this is a bakery."

"It's cake soup." Kisuke answered as he grinned.

Both Renji and Ichigo made a face at that. Cake soup? What in the hell is cake soup? They watched as Kisuke put water in the pot and placed it on the stove with a wide grin on his face. He then poured cake mix in.

"Um… Are you going to eat it?" Renji asked uncertainly.

"Of course not~!" Kisuke sang as he stared at the two with an unusually dark smile on his face. "My faithful employees are~!"

"I quit." Ichigo said as he tried to run out of the room.

"Now, now, now~!" Kisuke was holding Ichigo in a headlock while still grinning. "We both know you don't want to quit. Who will pay you for your rent?"

"My dad!"

"Calm down." Kisuke said as he stroked the Strawberry's head in what he hoped was a soothing way.

It only ended up freaking Ichigo out.

Renji snickered when he saw Ichigo struggle to get out of Kisuke's grip by pushing on him. Kisuke responded by elbowing Ichigo's stomach to get him to stop. The Strawberry stopped struggling and rubbed his stomach, Kisuke continuing to try and calm him down.

Kira walked in and furrowed his eyebrows when he saw the two.

"Is something wrong?" Kira asked.

"I'm only trying to calm down Kurosaki-san." Kisuke answered with a goofy smile on his face.

Ichigo sent Kira a look that said, "Save me!" Kira paused before glancing at the stove, staring at the pot.

"Shouldn't you be watching the pot?" Kira asked in what he hoped was a way to distract the man enough so Ichigo could escape.

"Oh, yes~! Thank you for reminding me, Kira~!" Kisuke said as he bounded towards the stove.

He put a spoon in and stirred it.

"He's making cake soup." Renji informed Kira.

"Cake soup?" Kira asked as he sent the redhead a strange stare. "What's cake-"

"He just put cake mix in." Ichigo said as he tried fixing his hair.

Kisuke then put fruit in the pot.

The three in the kitchen made faces. They walked out from the back, seeing Hisagi conversing with the two. Ichigo glared at Grimmjow as he walked by, scowling when he saw the bluenette wink at him. He promptly gave him the finger, which made Grimmjow's grin grow.

Renji smacked the back of his head when he saw Ichigo's finger.

"Don't do that, you idiot! If Kisuke saw he'd tell your mom." Renji said as he nodded.

And he would tell on him.

Ichigo frowned before lowering his hand. Fine. He wouldn't give him the finger anymore, but that didn't mean he would like him. He grabbed the papers on the counter, quirking a brow when he saw the orders they had to fill out.

It was for a banquet.

Oh, and this one's for a birthday party.

For adults.

They wanted an erotic cake.

Ichigo rolled his eyes before looking through the orders. It's a good thing Kisuke taught them how to bake cakes when they took on their jobs. He won't bake an erotic cake though. That would just be gross.

Kisuke bounced out of the back with a grin.

"Who wants cake soup~?"

Everyone made faces at the man. Nnoitra blinked.

"The fuck's cake soup?"

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