Summary: The warmth of his soft smile. The angelic look on his friendly face. The words he spoke so soft it would silence any child with a simple coo. The murderous desires he hides so well. Looks can be so deceiving. AU, character death, drug abuse.

For DeviantHollow23, a birthday present from me to you.

Author's Note: So yes, I am returning with another fic. This one though, is a chapter fic for my good friend, DeviantHollow23. To time to time, she is my Beta. All the time, she is my partner in crime when it comes to taking over the world with evil kitties and bunnies. Her birthday is in this month so I am giving her this fic as a present. This is a chapter fic, but I dedicate this all to DeviantHollow23 aka Ru.

Hope you enjoy this, Hichi Freak. Happy early birthday!

Now, to explain the title of this! So this idea came to me while I was watch a novela(Spanish soap opera) with my mom and sister-in-law. I liked it so much that it inspired me to write this! I am tweaking the plot of the novela and adding some new things to it to make it... more interesting. Although I changed a lot of the plot, I really do enjoy the title of the novela. Translated, it just means "The House Next Door", but since I have started liking the show, I decided to leave the name. So I hope that clears it up with anyone that cannot read Spanish... and yea... I watch novelas... Blame my mother!

Disclaimer: I do not own "Bleach".

Blood fell to the ground like rain. The scream of pure horror and pain filled the room as a young woman quickly lost her true love to the man believed to have a heart of a saint. She sobbed louder, her heart aching and her soul begging to be released from its earth bound body so it could once again reunite with the soul of the man that now laid in a puddle of crimson, the same liquid that can cause life and death.

Her knees buckled and soon, she was kneeling on the floor screaming at the leaky, moldy roof of a horrid building in vain.

A soft, soothing chuckle whispers gently in the air. Cold steel touches her throat and gently breath runs down her tear covered neck.

"Do you wish for me to end it now, Inoue-san?"

That voice…

The tone so sweet. Sounding almost identical to a mother's caring voice as she soothes the small cut on her child's knee with a soft lullaby. Her heart beats erratically once again, her sobs slowly dying before she nods pitifully.

"Your wish is granted."

"Kurosaki-sama!"

"Kurosaki Ichigo!"

People were always attracted to Kurosaki Ichigo. He was a very powerful, successful, and well known as the kindest man. He gave less fortunate people homes, donated money to the needy, and did anything in his power to improve the life of those who deserved it. People loved him, believed he was someone that they could depend their life on.

Oh, how looks could be oh so deceiving.

The warm smile and eyes, the wholesome act, and the voice that made people love him; All just lies.

His warm hand cupped the face of his lovely wife, Miyu, before planting a kiss gently on her lips. Satisfying the crowds demand for the public display of affection and caused the shattering lights of the cameras to go off in a frenzy. They waved good-bye to the crowd as they went to their limo, his wife blowing kisses before stepping inside. Ichigo kept his smile until the cameras and wife could not see the scowl on his perfect face.

His wife was always an attention whore. He actually could not stand the overly stupid woman and would soon dismiss of her. He just had to the one little thing.

He stepped into the limo and put distance between his doe-eyed wife as the door slammed behind them. Miyu smiled and looked down at her tennis bracelet before pouting her lips. She raised out her hand, her lower lip trembling playfully as the bracelet jingled lightly. Ichigo had to hold back the low irritated growl that was threatening to come out before placing a fake smile.

"What is it, Miyu?" Ichigo asked, taking a sip from his cup.

"Don't you think a nice ring would make my bracelet look even better, Ichi-chan." Miyu purred, purposely making her breast jiggle in front of her. His eyes hid the disgust of the lewd act before smiling.

"I'll see what I can find. We need to get home first and meet our new neighbors. We moved in last week and still haven't said a word to them. We should at least do that before we do anything else." Ichigo said, making his wife sigh loudly and push away strands of brown hair streaked with blond.

Though Ichigo had yet to introduce himself to his neighbors, he knew all about the three families surrounding his home. The Hitsugaya family. The Ishida family. Lastly, the Kuchiki family.

The Hitsugaya's were a powerful family, the man of the house born a boy prodigy and genius. He is now one of the most powerful politicians in Japan.

The Ishida family, creators of many useful technology that has saved many lives from diseases. The main man, Uryuu who created a machine that can tell the pre-signs of cancer, married to one of the nations kindest actress, Inoue Orihime.

The Kuchiki family. Nobles from birth and powerful business owners. Byakuya Kuchiki, the grandson of Ginrei Kuchiki and son of Sojun Kuchiki, now the owner of the company both men left for him and well known billionaire.

To Ichigo, those things mean nothing to him. He was more interested in their connects to his father. And what the color and feel of their blood on his hand.

The limo comes to a steady halt in front of a large home, but Ichigo stepped out through the other direction to face the largest of the homes around him. The mailbox read Kuchiki in elegant words with sakura trees surrounding the home. He stepped toward it before feeling a tug around his arm and turned to see his wife.

"They must be very rich." Miyu whispered. Ichigo could practically see her mouth drooling and he shook his head before walking toward the door. With just one ring of the door bell, one old butler answered the door and bowed to them before raising his head.

"Kurosaki Ichigo, my master has been expecting for quite some time. Please, enter and make yourself at home." The butler said, stepping to the side to allow the couple to walk through.

The house was painted pure white, small sakura plants filled the room with its aroma and gave the elegant white home a relaxing feel to it. The tile floor was spotless, Ichigo could see his own hazel eyes staring back up at him when he glanced down. His wife gawked at the lavish area and sighed contently before a sad smile appeared.

"I wish we can have a home like this, Ichi-chan." Miyu said.

Ichigo's eyebrow twitched at the annoying little pet name his wife continued to call him and looked away from her. She disgusted him to no end, but being married to the daughter of the most peaceful man on earth made him look even more of a saint. Footsteps echoed towards them and Ichigo turned to see Byakuya Kuchiki with his wife, Hisana clinging to his arm. Byakuya's face remand stoic as he watched the younger man, his grey eyes watching him carefully before looking over to his wife when she coughed.

"I am Kuchiki Byakuya. This is my wife, Hisana. Welcome to my home, Kurosaki." Byakuya said, his voice making Ichigo raise an eyebrow. It was as if the man in front of him was trying to purposely make him feel like an idiot. He passed it off and offered his hand with a soft smile on his face.

"Hello. Your home is very beautiful. Hello, to you to, Kuchiki-san." Ichigo said, taking Hisana's hand in his and kissing it gently. A soft blush appeared on her pale face and she smiled softly before placing a hand over her heart.

"Hello." Hisana said, bowing her head before bowing it toward Miyu. Miyu brushed off the sick woman's welcome and continued to stare at Byakuya with a lustful look in her eyes.

"My, what a handsome man you are." Miyu said, Byakuya paid no heed and turned to the stairways,

"This is our daughter, Rukia. Rukia, say hello to our guest." Byakuya said when a petite girl walked down the large staircase.

Ichigo turned his attention when the footsteps grew louder and bit the inside of his lip what he saw. A younger, beautiful version of Hisana walked down the stairs with grace. The white dress clung to her body, revealing her womanly curves perfectly. Her hair was not spiky toward the ends like her mother, but stopped right at the end of her face. Her eyes were large, but at the moment, they were a bit narrowed. Her small lips parted, speaking a soft hello before walking to her father's side.

Ichigo extended his hand, finally smiling at the young woman before him. She, with her eyes never leaving his, took his hand and allowed the small movement to happen. Rukia's hands slipped from his grasp and went she extended it toward the woman beside Ichigo, whom he had forgotten about since the moment Rukia stepped in. Miyu raised her nose toward her before turning away.

"Rukia, you sure did change." Miyu spitefully spat. Rukia gave a soft laugh before placing her hand on her father's arm.

"Just cut my hair. That's all." Rukia responded, allowing a small hint of acid in her tone. Ichigo looked at both women before looking at Rukia.

"You know my wife?" Ichigo asked, cocking his head to the side when Rukia gave a short nod.

"She was a senior at my school while I was a freshmen. She tried to haze me." Rukia said, smirking when Miyu threw her a nasty look.

"Shut up." Miyu muttered, turning away from her.

Ichigo had met Miyu a month before she had graduated from highschool. He heard her speak of a freshmen that she despised, but would always ignore her as he tried to stop the urge to strangle her neck. Ichigo released a true smile, for he had finally met a person not terrified to speak to his wife in such a rude way.

Rukia looked back at Ichigo before turning to her father.

"You caught us as we were leaving for a special dinner, Kurosaki. You see, my daughter just graduated top of her class and earned a scholarship. We were going out to eat in celebration." Byakuya said, his hand actually embracing Rukia gently before returning to his side. Ichigo gave a hum of approval before giving his congratulations to Rukia.

"My little Ruki has always been such a bright and beautiful girl. She has made my life so happy. Her grandfather and great-grandfather would have loved to see this day. Bless their departed souls." Hisana said, reaching out and stroking Rukia's cheek. Rukia smiled at her mother before sighing.

"She seems to be very important to you all." Miyu said sarcastically. Hisana nodded and looked up the angered woman.

"Without Rukia, we all would have no reason to keep on living." Hisana said.

A small gasp escaped Ichigo's lips. They turned and saw him clutching his forehead, his eyes hidden from view. Miyu placed a hand on his shoulder only to have it brushed off. A softer hand touched his tense shoulder and Ichigo looked up to see Rukia staring down at him.

"Are you alright?" Rukia asked. Ichigo nodded before excusing himself from the room. He went into the large kitchen, searching almost drunkenly for a cup as the soft whisper began to echo loudly in his head.

King! Long time no see! How ya been doin'? HAHAHAHA!

Dissociate Identity Disorder.

A disorder that makes whoever suffers from it to have split personalities

The powerful, wealthy, handsome man known as Kurosaki Ichigo suffered from the horrible disease since he was a young child. No one knew of this, not even his wife, for he was medicated early on by his father. That did help control most of the voices, but one of them always returned. It never left, almost haunting Ichigo.

The voice of that certain personality was cruel, taunting, and down right vile. It would make the most harden criminal quiver in fear. It had no name. Preferred not to have one because it believed that for someone to have a name, they most have a soul to carry on that name.

It had repeated multiple times to Ichigo that it was nothing close to a human. That it was just a part of him that hid deep inside every human.

It had no name.

Ichigo's jaw clenched as the crackling laughter of it continued to echo in his mind. His hand reached into his suit, trying to grasp his medication while it hummed playfully in his head.

The minute his hand wrapped around the small container, it spoke up.

Not so fast! I got an idea fer what we can do ta this family.

"I'd rather take advice from a rock." Ichigo hissed, trying to keep his voice low so no one around him could hear him.

Ya're just too cruel! I just wanted ta tell ya what we can do wit' the Kuchiki princess.

"I already know what to do. It's obvious they praise her like a god and would die if anything happened to her. I am going to have Grimmjow kidnap her and then murder her." Ichigo simply stated. His hand pulled out the bottle of pills from his jacket and opened the bottle was it laughed.

That's a waste! Why should Jeagerjaques get ta play wit' her 'nd have all the fun? I know ya like the li'l spitfire. I could sense it! What if we do sumthin' that breaks that fucker, Byakuya's, heart and at the same time, let's us keep the li'l vixen? I want 'er, King. She radiates innocence 'nd girls like satisfy the tastes betta'.

"We can't have her. It would kill the family more if they find her dead in a ditch." Ichigo muttered, his finger popping of the top of the bottle.

That ain't true. Death hurts, but betrayal is so much sweeta' way of getting' ta someone. It's obvious that tight-ass ain't fond of ya, why not take his daughter 'nd make her like us? Inta sumthin' he'd hate.

"… Then what about Miyu?"

The voice hissed loudly. Ichigo opened his eyes and stared at his reflection in the window. His reflection seemed to have a mind of its own, for it was glaring heatedly at him with eyes not like his, but its.

Burning, metallic golden eyes that begged for blood and despair. His reflection grinned widely at him, snickering lowly.

Ya hate that bitch. Prob' more than I do. We can get rid of 'er. We can't lose the li'l vixen. She's precious! It'd be like the finishing blow ta ya opponent! We steal their daughter, 'nd then we kill them! Stain their blood wit' our hands! Blood… I wanna see blood! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! BLOOD!

Ichigo's snapped his eyes shut as it let out an inhumane howl. Though insanity was the only thing it was good at creating, the idea of having the young Kuchiki seemed so fitting. His eyes opened and he smirked softly, looking back up at his reflection.

I like that look on ya face, King. I take it ya likin' my idea now. So wha'cha gonna do, King? I wanna hear ya answer.

Ichigo's face went completely stoic as he stared into the honey colored eyes of it. He sat up straight and fixed his tie properly before clearing his throat. The bottle of pills being placed back in his pocket.

"It's time a revise my plans. She will be a nice little trophy for when I gain vengeance." Ichigo whispered, nodding his head.

Good… That's all I need ta know… 'Nd look who's come ta visit us!

Ichigo looked behind him to see Rukia standing a few feet away from him. She gave him a wary expression before looking toward the door. She looked back before avoiding his gaze.

"Your wife is waiting for you since my family is ready to leave…" Rukia said.

Her eyes avoided his for one reason. Moments ago, they seemed a soft hazel. Now, they were a sickening light brown that could pass by as gold. Rukia looked up when she heard him chuckle softly, his eyes now returning to their normal color.

"I'm sorry. I have really bad migraines and this one came out of nowhere. I should let you all be." Ichigo said, walking toward Rukia. She nodded, ready to walk out when a warm hand grabbed her shoulder. She went tense and looked up to see Ichigo staring down at her.

"Congratulations on graduating highschool. I know a great college you can attended. Have you heard of Keio University?" Ichigo asked. Rukia's eyes snapped wide open and she looked up at the taller man with her mouth slightly parted in shock.

"Keio? That's the best university in Japan! I could never enter there." Rukia said, looking down shamefully when she spoke the last sentence. She felt Ichigo pat her shoulder in a comforting way before it stopped,

"Yes you could. I graduated from there. I can put in a good word for you. Maybe even get you a job during the summer with me so you can start your adult life." Ichigo said, allowing his hand to slip of her body very slowly. Rukia blinked and shook her head violently.

"No! T-that's too much! I'm sure you're a busy man and this is such a huge gift to give to someone you just met! I-I mean uhh…"

Ichigo smiled at how cute Rukia looked as she began stuttering nonsense. He placed his finger on her lips after a few moments and shook his head when Rukia returned his gaze.

"I wouldn't be offering if I didn't think you deserved it. Now I won't take no for an answer so expect a lot of calls tomorrow. Goodbye, Rukia-chan." Ichigo said, chuckling when Rukia's eyebrow twitched slightly.

"Rukia-chan?… I'm not a child!" Rukia spat, her eye twitching as Ichigo gave her head a gentle pat and walked off.

"It matches you just fine. See you tomorrow, Rukia-chan."

"It's Rukia!"

~Four Years Later~

Rukia, now twenty-two, wore her cap and gown proudly as she held her sobbing mother. An engagement finger making her hand look even more appealing. Her fiancé, Renji Abarai, stood beside her. Ichigo stood among the small group around the young Kuchiki, his eyes hiding his outrage well as Renji placed his hand around Rukia's waist.

That was not part of the plan, but it was something Ichigo could quickly dispose of when the time came. He placed his hand on Rukia's shoulder, she smiled lovingly at him before wrapping an arm around his neck. He inhaled her scent, licking his lips at the small hint of lavender and jasmine.

"Thank you! Because of you, my life is going to be perfect! I'm in debt to you, Kurosaki-sama." Rukia said, leaning back and fixing her cap. Ichigo shook his head.

"Call me, Ichigo." He replied, looking to his right when Renji gave him a rough pat on the back.

"She owes you her life, man!" Renji shouted, Ichigo gave the red head a dirty look before looking back at Rukia.

"Never thought about it like that. Maybe one day, ya'll return the favor fer meh, Rukia-chan."

Rukia was about to respond when she saw what color Ichigo's eyes were. Her lips thinned into a straight line as the burning yellow eyes looked deeply into hers. His tone of voice also seemed off, it sounded… almost like the voice of a evil man. She noticed the brown quickly return in his eyes and she nodded slowly.

"Yeah… Maybe one day…" Rukia whispered, blushing lightly when his hand cupped her face.

"Smile for the camera." Ichigo laughed, stepping away as a wave of people surrounded the very popular student. Ichigo smile darken when his mind replayed the picture of Rukia's large, frightened eyes. Because of it, Ichigo had grown fond of seeing fear in the eyes of people.

He walked away, whistling a soft melody. Lyrics playing in his head of a song he just recently heard as Rukia watched the man she had befriended, yet feared, walk away from her.

I can hear it calling again

The primal need is filling me

Changes are about to begin

And now my blood is boiling

I can see the fear in your eyes

But you can't bring yourself to scream

Time to shed the mortal disguise

For the beast is coming to life

Taking form in the glimmer of this tainted moonlight

Death approaches us this night

~The Animal by Disturbed~

So… sleepy… *takes a chug from her coffee* Gah! That burned! So yes, I hope you enjoyed the beginning chapter, Ru. I hope I showed your boy to your liking. Oh and I hope this is a good present for you! I hope everyone enjoyed this and I will be updating weekly this month because I can =P.

Also, toward the end of each chapter, I will be putting some lyrics to a song that I believe sums up the chapter well enough. I clearly don't own the song, since the name of it and artist is right underneath the lyrics, so don't try anything.

Bai-Bai.