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Ichigo wasn't sure how it happened.

It all began when he was in the middle of exchanging blows with Hirako in the middle of the dingy warehouse while the other Visoreds watched them with interest. Of course, he wasn't serious enough to hurt the blond and he only needed to overpower Hirako in order to force him and the other Visoreds to teach him how to control the Hollow inside his soul. The evil asshole had almost cost Ichigo his life during his fight against Yammy and almost put Orihime and Chad in even more danger if only Urahara and Yoruichi hadn't arrived to save them so he swore that of he couldn't get rid of his Hollow then he would control it. And who better knew how to control inner Hollows than Hirako and his gang of Shinigami and Hollow hybrids?

Of course he didn't plan to join their group at all. He might only be a Substitute Shinigami but he was still a Shinigami and not one of these suspicious Visoreds who suddenly arrived in Karakura Town to convince him to join them, even going so far as to join his class and bug his friends, which was enough for Ichigo to lose his temper on Hirako. 

Nobody could touch his friends without suffering the consequences but before Ichigo could follow his threats, Hirako said some words that had him shaken to his core.

So he made his decision. He wouldn't join the Visoreds but he would still use them to learn how to control the Hollow inside him.

But what Ichigo hadn't anticipated was for his own biology to screw up his life in the most unexpected moment. 

When he finally woke up after having blacked out in the middle of his bout with Hirako, he found himself lying on the cold hard floor of the warehouse, his head throbbing like a bitch and Zangetsu next to him. And the Visoreds, all eight of the colorful bunch, unconscious all around him and bearing fresh red marks on their exposed right shoulders, a glaring proof that he had just marked them as his own packmates.

With rising trepidation, he looked at each of them, hus mind a mess and confused on why they were all knocked out just like him and suddenly felt both protectiveness and possessiveness so fierce it almost knocked the air out of his lungs.

Mine. They’re all mine. I will protect them, feed them and raise them as their Alpha . 

They’re mine, my pack, and I will kill anyone who will dare take them from me!

Ichigo breathed in and out, stared at the ceiling, took another breath and started freaking out.

Holy Shit, he was an Alpha! He wasn't a Beta but an Alpha! But he was a Beta! He knew that he was a Beta! So how did he suddenly differentiate into an Alpha?

And holy shit,  he had fucking claimed the Visoreds as his pack mates! 

What the fuck was he going to do now?

From the deepest part of his soul, he thought he could hear an annoying voice start laughing out loud. 

“Don’t worry about it, brat,” Kensei said dismissively four hours later and all of them were awake and sitting in a circle with Ichigo sitting inside it. “Shinji will contact Urahara and that guy will be able to help us with our problem. Why the heck didn't that asshole tell us that you are an Alpha is beyond me but I swear I will not be bonded with a human Alpha brat who hasn't even reached one quarter of my age–”

“Marry me,” Lisa said, her eyes never leaving the pages of her dirty magazine. “You might still be a young boy but you’re handsome enough for my taste. We can do it too but first you need to remember that I don't want to have children yet.”

Ichigo blushed hotly. “W-what, wait a minute–”

“Remove your marks from us before I gut you!” Hiyori shouted, interrupting Ichigo. Love quickly sat on her before the shorter Visored could make good of her threat.

“Love, what the fuck?!”

“You might not like it, Hiyori, but that boy is  currently our Alpha and we cannot threaten our Alpha.”

“That is fucking bullshit !”

“Why?” Mashiro whined, flinging her whole body all over Kensei who started to sputter angrily. “I like Berry-tan even though he is a meathead Alpha! I want to become his packmate! Kensei, you dummy! I don't wanna remove his mark from me! Don’t you dare chase Berry-tan away from us! Stupid! Stupid!”

“MASHIRO!” Kensei yelled, his face red from anger.

Hachi raised another barrier around the warehouse just in case. 

The Omega with long wavy blond hair  ignored everyone and started reading his newly-bought copy of Shonen Jump, humming an upbeat tune of an anime opening under his breath.

Hirako grinned at him, although his perfect piano-shaped teeth looked sharper for some reason. The Omega stared at Ichigo up and down like a predator observing a prey. “Well, look at that, everyone seems livelier than the last time I saw them. What’s done is already done and there’s no use crying over spilt milk, right? So please take care of us, Alpha .”

Ichigo put his hands on his face and let out an annoyed and helpless groan.

He swore he could hear that Hollow inside his soul laughing like a maniac, the bastard .

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Of course, the first thing that Ichigo did after waking up and learning that he had suddenly gained a pack of immortal death gods who have learned to live for a hundred years without an alpha and so some of them were not really happy to be shackled to one, especially an underage boy who had just differentiated into an Alpha, was to go straight back to his house and talk with his dad. 

Hachi and Shinji came with him because the others were either too busy getting Hiyori to calm down or repairing the damages in the warehouse after she had simultaneously lost her temper and of her spiritual powers. 

"Don't worry about Hiyori, Kurosaki-kun," Hachigen said in a soothing voice. "She is not a bad person. She can be kind to others. She's just very protective of our group and she can be hard to deal with until she opens her heart to you. Please understand her, Kurosaki-kun."

Ichigo let out a deep sigh. He liked the big Beta so he didn't want to hurt Hachi's feelings but he couldn't really imagine getting along with Hiyori. She was too high-strung and bad-tempered that he couldn't imagine her listening to him and obeying him as her Pack Alpha. But he also couldn't imagine forcing her to obey him as long as they were packmates. 

And since the 'claiming mark' that he had given her and the others seemed to be permanent, the only thing he could do about Hiyori was to rely on the other Visoreds to help him win her over.

The three of them arrived in front of the Kurosaki house at exactly seven o'clock in the evening. Ichigo, knowing what was a about to greet him the moment he opened the door, gestured at both Hachi and Shinji to step back. He could feel Shinji glancing at him suspiciously before the older Visored stood back, Hachi following him. Then, Ichigo wordlessly raised his right leg and when the door finally opened, gave his father a roundhouse kick before Isshin could greet him with a sucker punch. Isshin made a loud 'oomph' sound before he fell down the pavement, clinching his stomach in pain. Then the head Alpha of the Kurosaki household gave his son a trembling thumbs up and grimaced in mixed pain and pride. 

"I SEE THAT YOUR REFLEXES ARE AS GOOD AS EVER, ICHIGO MY BOY! But you really should go home early for dinner because your cute and adorable little sister Yuzu is going to be sad if your food became cold before you can eat them! You don't want to see her crying agai–ooomph!!!"

Irritated, Ichigo gave his father another kick, although a less harsh one. Isshin endured the pain for a bit before throwing his whole body up the air and proceeded to throw himself towards his son with the intention of tackling him. But Ichigo calmly evaded it by stepping on the side. Isshin crashed face first on the hard pavement and right in front of Shinji, whose eyes had gone wide in surprise and befuddlement.

"Can you stop doing that, dad?" Ichigo irritatedly asked his fallen father. "You're embarrassing both of us. I brought guests tonight and we have something important to talk about with you. So get your ass up and start acting like a responsible father and Alpha."

But instead of listening to his son, Isshin raised his face and started weeping. "Masaki! Mother! Our son is finally entering his rebellious phase! What should I do–"

"Lieutenant Shiba?"

Isshin froze, his overdramatic wailing halting with a screech as his tears immediately dried up. Then slowly, his eyes shifted towards Shinji who was looking down at him in shock. His eyes met Shinji's and the two ex-Shinigamis stared at each other in disbelief. 

Then Isshin lowered his eyes and said, in a perfectly even tone, “I’m going to kill Urahara.”

At the same moment, a certain candy shop owner slash former Shinigami sneezed. 

“So you are saying that you are really Isshin Shiba, the former Captain of the Tenth Division and Hitsugaya and Rangiku used to be subordinates and you’ve met Mom while investigating the suspicious Hollow activities in the World of the Living and before of an accident that the two of you couldn't stop, you had no choice but to renounce your Shinigami powers and become a human and start hiding from the Gotei. Is that it?” Ichigo said, feeling another headache coming. Of all the times he could find everything about his father’s past, it had to be today of all days and when he still hadn't recovered yet from the events in the warehouse a few hours ago.

Isshin, who was nursing his bruised forehead, nodded. The patriarch of the Kurosaki house who turned out to be an ex-shinigami and also Kukaku and Ganju’s uncle (how many secret relatives had his father hidden from him?) and thanks to Urahara, he has been able to live like an ordinary human for the past twenty years. 

Ichigo sighed. He had been wondering why it had been easy for him to see and interact with the dead spirits and Hollows since he was a child and having a Shinigami parent was a perfect answer to all his questions. Perhaps he should've been more suspicious beforehand since his father had never introduced any relatives to him and his younger sisters. Heck, the three of them had believed that their father had just sprouted from a tree like a fruit since they had never met their grandparents before. 

Isshin dropped his hand to his side. He looked guilt-stricken and Ichigo could smell the bitter scent of grief from him. “Ichigo, about your mot–”

“No, dad. Whatever you want to tell me, tell me when you’re finally ready. I already know that you’re keeping many secrets from me, Karin and Yuzu, but you can tell me everything after we finally defeat Aizen and his Arrancars.”

Hearing Aizen’s name, Isshin’s expression turned serious. “Ichigo, I'm warning you, that man is very strong, stronger than your regular captain-class Shinigami. The next time you see him, you must be on your guard.”

“I know, dad.” 

Ichigo thought of that terrible moment on top of Sokyoku Hill, back when he had been powerless and could only helplessly watch as Aizen forcefully extracted the Hōgyoku from Rukia’s body and ordered Gin to kill her. Fortunately, Byakuya had arrived in time to save Rukia but the older Kuchiki had ended up more hurt in the process.

He wished that he could be strong enough to prevent something like that from ever happening again. 

He wished that he could be strong enough to protect everyone that he cared for.

Isshin’s expression suddenly turned frivolous and Ichigo, feeling another upcoming bout of foolishness from his father, raised his right foot threateningly. 

“Do anything stupid and I’ll kick you again, dad,” he warned.

“But Ichigooooo, I didn't expect that you would suddenly differentiate into an Alpha! And you even brought an Omega and a Beta home as soon as you became an Alpha! Even though I’ve never also expected that you will bring home Hirako of all people! Talk about fate! You’re just like your father and I’m so proud of my son! What would your mother think of you quickly making a family of your own?”

Ichigo’s left eye twitched. “Shut up before Yuzu and Karin heard you, you perverted old man!”

“I’m sure your sisters will understand even if they overheard us talking like real men! How’s your Health Class in school, Ichigo? Are they already teaching you about the biological differences between an Alpha, Beta and Omega? Have you already learned about safe sex and how to use a condom and contraceptives? Have you already learned about the dangers of unsafe sex and sexually transmitted diseases? Do you want me to give you the Talk or do you want to learn how to romance an Omega fir–oomph!”

Swearing annoyedly under his breath, Ichigo left his unconcious father on the floor with an angry red footmark embedded on the older Kurosaki’s face. 

What did his good mother ever see on his embarrassing father for her to choose him as her mate? 

He found Shinji and Hachi with his little sisters inside their kitchen. The two Visoreds and Karin were sitting before the table while Yuzu, wearing her pink apron, was happily serving their guests her homemade food; rice,  braised fish, miso soup, fried tofu and a type of green salad. The Kurosaki didn't always have guests coming to their home so the young Omega was always happy to receive them. 

Both Shinji and Hachi politely thanked her before digging into their food.

Meanwhile, Yuzu’s Beta twin sister seemed to have some reservation towards their unexpected guests. It didn't matter to her that it was their older brother who had brought these unexpected guests with him and her nose picked his strong and unique scent from their bodies, Karin was still going to have her guards up around them, especially with her Omega sister near. 

Ichigo stepped inside and made way towards Karin. He stood behind her chair and before she could react to his scent, he began messing her hair. “Calm down, I can smell your scent from the door,” he told her and quickly removed his hand from her hair before she could bat it away. 

Yuzu’s little nose twitched, picking up a new scent inside the kitchen, then face lit up in recognition and she whipped her head around until she saw him. “Ichi-nii!” 

The little Omega carefully put down the pipingly hot pot of miso soup down the center of the table before running towards her older brother and giving him a tight hug. 

“Where have you been all day, Ichigo-nii? Karin-chan and I were both waiting for you all day!”

“I did not!” Karin protested from her side of the table but the reddening of her face told a different story. 

“I’m sorry, Yuzu. I was so busy today so I wasn't able to come home until now. How was you day?”

Yuzu beamed. “I joined the Kendo club today! But I’m not very good at kendo yet. Karin-chan said that I’m too meek to join the club and I will just hurt myself and cry but I’m going to show her that I can do it! I’m a Kurosaki too and all members of the Kurosaki house are strong and brave!”

Ichigo rubbed the top of her head affectionately. “I’m sure you will, Yuzu, I’m sure you will become strong and brave like me.”

Yuzu beamed again, her smile just like their mother’s: as bright as the sun.

Ichigo was so taken by his affection for his younger sisters that he didn't notice Shinji and Hachi looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

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All in all, Ichigo could say that introducing his new packmates to his family had gone a lot better than he had imagined, despite the unexpected revelations and nice little surprises that had welcomed him home. When he had finally decided to stop embarrassing his son, Isshin proved himself a gracious host and not only invited Shinji and Hachi to spend the night inside their home, but also offered to register them and the other Visoreds into their family registry. Shinji had politely declined both because according to him, one of their packmates was a worrywart with a hair-trigger temper who would turn the whole Karakura Town upside down if he and Hachi failed to come  back to their warehouse before midnight (Hiyori.) And about the family register, they were flattered but it was something that all the Visoreds needed to agree with before Shinji could give Isshin his answer. Isshin had taken the rejection with grace and only asked them to visit their house again. 

Ichigo, who wasn't used to seeing his father acting maturely with other people, could only watch the exchange in stunned silence. 

Meanwhile, it seemed that his younger sisters both had fallen for Hachi’s charm and Shinji’s funny personality and were loath to see their visitors go. They had only cheered up when Shinji promised to bring the other Visoreds to their house and introduce them to the twins. 

Yuzu had cheered and handed a basket full of still warm soft bread covered with a blue cloth, a gift for her brother’s newly found family.

Ichigo would never admit to anyone how warm his chest had felt upon seeing his sisters and packmates getting along well. 

And although he knew that both Shinji and Hachi could protect themselves much better than anyone, Ichigo’s protective instinct had him insisting to walk them back to their warehouse.

Lisa and a scowling Hiyori were waiting for them at the warehouse’s entrance. Ichigo took a swift look at the warehouse and saw that the large holes that Hiyori had blown all over the building had already been covered, which was really impressive since he, Shinji and Hachi had only been gone in a couple of hours. 

Hiyori seemed to have somewhat calmed down and surprisingly didn't blow up at the sight of Ichigo. Instead, she gave him a grudging nod of greeting, grunted,  turned her head away from his direction and crossed her arms. 

Shinji sighed long-sufferingly.

Ichigo smiled and touched Hiyori’s head with one hand. Hiyori’s whole body stiffened but instead of batting Ichigo’s hand away, she leaned on his touch, purring. She blushed but again, didn't react negatively or move away from Ichigo. It was obvious that blond Beta had accepted Ichigo and was showing it in her grudging way. 

Ichigo wasn't sure what the other Visioreds had said and done to convince Hiyori to accept him as her Pack Alpha but he was still grateful to them.

Lisa and Hachi both smiled. Shinji rolled his eyes but a weight seemed to have left his shoulders. 

“Welcome to the family, Ichigo,” he said with a soft expression on his face.

Ichigo felt like his heart was about to burst with warmth. The kind of warmth he had felt after his mother’s death. Was this what happiness feels like? 

In the end, Ichigo had spent the night with the Visoreds, cuddling with all of them until he fell asleep. 

The next morning, he and Shinji both went to Urahara’s shop to talk with the owner about their predicament and ask the ex-Shinigami if there was another case like Ichigo’s. They were also planning to talk with Urahara about Aizen and the traitorous Shinigami’s nefarious plans. That had been the plan, but the moment Ichigo entered the shop’s door, he was suddenly hit by an intoxicating smell. Leaving Shinji behind him, he began prowling all over the place, seeking the source of the smell with the single-mindedness of a predator seeking its prey. His blood was boiling hot in his veins and his head was filled with thoughts of mine mine mine my mate mine–

Suddenly, the smell grew stronger as someone approached him and for a moment, time seemed to have gone still.

His breath hitched; he quickly turned around and suddenly, all his eyes could see were a pair of stormy grays. 

“Kurosaki-san,” his mate stammered, clearly as affected with the situation as Ichigo, “I–I’ve never thought that it would be you…I’ve waited for hundreds of years but I’ve never thought that I would finally find you. I–I don't know what to say–” He blinked back his tears.

Ichigo grabbed the collar of his green jacket and pulled Urahara into a deep kiss. 

It didn't take long for Urahara to close his eyes and return Ichigo’s kiss.

Ah , he thought, dazedly, this must be the feeling of being finally whole. 

He felt like he was drowning and he also felt that Urahara was drowning with him. Why hadn't he realized that Urahara was his fated mate? Why had that possibility never crossed his mind before? He needed Urahara. His heart was pounding hard inside his chest as his entire body burned in a restless inferno. He needed the other man so much he felt like he was going to be split in half if he failed to make the man his right then and there.

He deepened the kiss and felt rather than hear Uraha– his Kisuke moan. His nerves twitched in response. 

An ice-cold water suddenly rained down on their heads and Ichigo and Urahara quickly separated from shock. 

Tessai was standing before them, carrying two empty buckets in each hand. Ururu and Jinta were both standing behind; Ururu looked confused while Jinta looked like he was about to puke. 

Realizing that he had just been making out with Urahara in the middle of the living room, Ichigo’s face began heating up from embarrassment. Next to him, Urahara seemed to be not doing any better.

Shinji walked inside. He took one look at Ichigo’s face and then at Urahara’s before his mouth showed a teasing grin. 

Then Chad’s and Orihime’s heads popped up from behind the Visored. Chad silently gave him a thumbs up while Orihime couldn't stop blushing, her large brown eyes swiftly moving from Ichigo to Urahara in awe. 

For the first time in his fifteen years of life, Ichigo deserately wished for the ground would open up and swallow him whole. 

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To say that the past two days of his life have been a confusing mess after another was an understatement of the century.

First, he had suddenly awakened as an Alpha despite eliving as a Beta in the past fifteen years of his life.

Second, he had unconsciously marked a group of half-Shinigami and half-Hollow hybrids, all of whose existence he hadn't even been aware of until Aizen and his Arrancars started threatening the life of his human friends. 

Third, his father had turned out to be an exiled Shinigami and a relative of Ganju and Kukakku, which made them Ichigo’s cousins, something which he rather not think about yet unless he wanted to lose his mind because what the heck–?

And lastly, it turned out that he and Hat ‘n Clogs were True Mates , something that only happens between Alpha and Omega which explained why the two of them hadn’t started sucking each other’s face off in front of billions of witnesses back when he was a Beta. Beta Ichigo hadn't felt any romantic attraction with the older man and he wasn't blind, he knew that Urahara Kisuke was a handsome man, but he regarded the man as nothing but someone he could see as an ally against Aizen at best.

But Alpha Ichigo was different.

Alpha Ichigo wanted to take the Omega in his arms, press his nose on his scent gland and inhale his intoxicating scent. He wanted to mark Kisuke, to claim him and kill anyone who would dare to covet his Omega. 

Kisuke was his.

Ichigo thought of the kiss he had shared with Kisuke. His first kiss. He wasn't sure if he was okay with losing control of himself  on any occasion. It was dangerous and unpredictable and yet there was a giant part of him that was pleased about what had happened. 

He just hadn't been happy that he had needed to run away so Chad, Inoue and the others wouldn't see the tent in his pants while the Hollow inside his head kept laughing like a mad man. 

(Seriously, Ichigo was going to find a way to shut that pasty-faced bastard’s mouth up for real .)

Sometimes he hates being a hormonal teenager and the inevitable embarrassment which comes with it.

But Ichigo knew that he wasn't ready for a long-term commitment yet. He was an Alpha, yes, but he was also a fifteen-year-old highschool student and a Substitute Shinigami preparing for a war. He hadn't even told his family about what had happened in the shop although he had a feeling that Isshin already knew and Karin was suspicious. Only Yuzu seemed to remain oblivious and kept welcoming him home with a smile on her face. 

A week had passed since that day. Having accepted that he was now an Alpha and the Visored pack belonged to him, he started training with them a few days ago. And since he had stopped going back to Kisuke’s shop, Shinji and the others also became his teachers on other Shinigami techniques before they teach him on how to control his inner Hollow and since that pasty-faced bastard hadn't tried to take control of his body after Ichigo became an Alpha, Ichigo decided that he could wait. 

The Visoreds would teach him everything, all except kido . Kido training had been quickly banned after the incident which ended up with Ichigo half-burnt, Hiyori bald, all of Kensei’s cooking utensils destroyed and Rose threatening to kill anyone who was unfortunate enough to come fifty steps near him and his room. The usually mild-mannered Omega had turned out to be much deadlier than Zaraki and Byakuya combined and unless Ichigo no longer wanted to keep the thing between his legs then he had no intention of offending Rose ever again.  

Hiyori was yet to forgive him for making her bald and he had to pay for that insult during their sparring matches. The Visored might be short in stature but by god did she make up for it with her sheer physical strength which was amplified a hundred times by her Hollow Mask. 

“You’re stupid,” Hiyori said to him after one of their sparring matches. 

The two of them were lying on the rocky surface of the Visoreds’ underground training area. Their sparring match had been a lot more intense than the past ones and left them both bruised and out of breath. 

Ichigo’s eyebrow twitched at the insult. “What was that for?” he groused, pressing a hand on his aching side where Hiyori’s sandaled feet had made contact exactly ten minutes ago. He could now imagine the large bruise he would see on the spot later. 

“It’s about you and that bastard Urahara. He’s your True Mate. Why do you keep on avoiding him?” 

Ichigo closed his eyes and groaned. He was bruised all over, his reiryoku was almost depleted and his head felt like it was being hit by a giant hammer all over. He was aware that the others had already noticed that he was avoiding Kisuke. Kisuke himself seemed to be waiting for Ichigo to approach him but Ichigo wasn't ready to face the older man yet. He knew that it was cowardly of him but what could he do since whenever he tried to walk towards the direction of Urahara’s shop, something inside him would start screaming and he would turn around and ran towards the opposite direction?  “Hiyori, it's complicated but…”

Hiyori harrumphed. “I know that guy can be shady as hell, his face is annoying and you cannot trust him one hundred percent but I also know that he is a good guy at heart. And watching the two of you dance around like a pair of stupid monkeys is starting to get old. So ya’ better get your act together and talk to him!” She emphasized the last word with a perfectly thrown sandal to his face which Ichigo had barely managed to avoid. 

Hiyori’s sandals could be as deadly as a Zanpakuto. Ichigo wondered where she was getting them and why her supplies seemed never ending.

For the next forty minutes Ichigo had to avoid Hiyori’s deadly sandal-missiles until Shinji stepped up and took over Ichigo’s training for the day. 

Several hours later, after being beaten up during training and healed by Hachi after, a very tired Ichigo went back to his home and was met with a mountain of homework and a half-finished science project inside his room. Yes, his matter with Urahara had to wait. School and war never do.

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Another week passed and Shinji had deemed him ready to face Ichigo's Inner Hollow in order to subdue it.

When he heard that, Ichigo was a lot more relieved than he expected. Granted, his Inner Hollow hadn't  acted as parasitical as it had been before and no longer tried to take control of his body during his practices with the Visoreds. Ever since the day he had bonded and started interacting with them he no longer felt like he was always on the edge of a cliff and losing control. Just the thought of one day he finally lost control of his Inner Hollow terrified him so much, especially when he would have no way of knowing if it would hurt or kill one of the people he had sworn to protect.

That included the Visoreds, whom the more he talked and get to know with, the more he ended up liking them. He had already learned about Hiyori's quirks and how to handle the short-tempered young woman, of Lisa's porn magazines and classical literatures which most of the time could be found hidden together, of Love's passion for Shonen manga and thriller films, of Kensei's cooking hobby and short-lived boxing career, etc. They were a bunch of suspicious and untrustworthy people at first but the more he spent time with them, learning about their lives before and after they were forcibly removed from Soul Society, the more he could imagine trusting with his heart and soul. His bond with them helped greatly since most of the time he could feel some of their emotions and feelings, which revealed neither treachery or lies in their words towards him. From the very start, they were honest and truthful with him, something he greatly appreciated considering that sometimes he had troubles of not knowing whom to freely trust.

Surprisingly, the Visoreds also became close with both Inoue and Chad, who would visit the warehouse whenever they were free or needed help with their fledging powers. Hachi and Rose, who had turned out to be the second most proficient in Kido just behind the former Lieutenant of the Kido Corps, had both helped Inoue with her powers a lot and Lisa and Love sparred and helped train Chad to be able to master his own powers, which despite being both deadly and destructive, was still not strong enough to win against strong opponents. 

The Apha part of him was happy that his pack was getting along with each other.

Yes, the Alpha in him had already claimed Inoue and Chad, both Omegas, as his own. He still wasn't sure when it had happened and it he hadn't officially claimed the two yet because he still hadn't given them his bite, but he knew that he wouldn't  be able to live without them and his protectiveness over their whole beings had already become as strong as the one he had over his younger siblings. And since the two of them had already declared that they would support him and fight with him in the upcoming war against Aizen and his Arrancar Army, he couldn't  help but fret about the two of them fighting against opponents that they had zero chances of winning. So it was nice to see the Visoreds helping to make them stronger and more ready for the upcoming war. Just like him.

And he had no doubt that if Inoue and Chad were ever put in a dangerous position which they couldn't  get out of, the Visoreds would fight tooth and nail just to save them. And not just the two teenagers, his younger sisters and his human classmates would also be protected. 

He raised his eyes. Shinji was looking at him, wearing a smile that for the life of Ichigo he would never understand. But that's alright. He trusted Shinji. He knew that the Omega would never do him harm. His bond with the older man was telling him so.

“Ya’ ready?” Shinji asked in his usual drawl. 

Ichigo smiled. “Of course. Isn't  this the reason why I went to you guys in the first place?” he answered confidently.

His response pleased the older Visored. “ Then let's go.”

Ichigo followed him back to the underground training field where he found all the Visoreds waiting for him, their expressions serious and stance ready for battle. Hachi stepped forward and started building up a large a barrier in the middle of the field.

Surprisingly, Orihime was also there. She was standing between Love and Lisa and since she was wearing her school uniform, he deduced that she had decided to cut her class and went to the warehouse. 

“Inoue, what are you doing here?!”

Orihime smiled nervously. “ Yesterday Hirako-kun asked me to come here so I can heal you after you manage to control your Inner Hollow. Don't  worry, Kurosaki-kun. Misato-sensei let me out of school because she believes that I am on a date with a boy! She won't scold me too much!”

Ichigo's forehead became wet with sweat. “O-oh yeah, I see. You can stay. Just promise that you will leave if it becomes dangerous, alright?”

Orihime nodded and gave him a thumbs up. Ichigo's lips twitched, amused. She wasn't as confident as he hoped for yet but she was already close. The powers of her hairpins were tied to her self-esteem and the more confident she was about her strength, the stronger her powers would be. 

Shinji gave him a signal. Ichigo nodded in assent and stepped inside the barrier. The moment the entrance of the barrier closed, he was suddenly hit by a dizzy spell and everything quickly went black.

“Son of a bitch.”

The Hollow, the parasitical monster that had been smugly plaguing his life grinned at him. It used to unnerve him how much of his carbon-copy the Hollow was despite its sadistic and bloodthirsty personality but right at this moment  he really wanted to pummel this smug bastard down the ground. 

They had been fighting for what seemed to be thirty minutes straight and not only the Hollow wasn't  showing any signs of wearing out, it was also scandalously rude. Ichigo wasn't  sure how the Hollow was doing it, but if he had to see a vision of a naked Kisuke inside his head he was going to scream bloody murder. The visions were distracting and kept wrecking havoc over his teenage hormones. The pasty-faced bastard even had the audacity to laugh maniacally while he kept aiming his blade upon Ichigo's stomach.

“Stop doing that, damnit!” Ichigo shouted in both anger and frustration as he received another vision of Kisuke inside his mind, this time with the shopkeeper wearing nothing underneath his checkered green jacket and ridiculous hat. He nearly slipped off his feet and fell face first. His neck and face turned red.  Angrily  he aimed a punch towards the Hollow's face only to miss. 

Slippery bastard. 

The Hollow snickered. 

“I don't  understand,” he said with a scowl. “Aren't  you supposed to beat me up and take control of my body? Why do you keep sending me dirty images of Kisuke instead of trying to beat me?”

“Because it is fun!” the Hollow answered and cackled. He shunpo'ed a few feet back to avoid being stabbed by Zangetsu. “And you should've seen the faces you're making! It's so hilarious!”

Ichigo gritted his teeth. He was starting to lose his temper with this pesky Hollow. He didn't  really need a reminder of his complicated feelings towards the older man, especially when he could feel his feelings towards Urahara  growing stronger everyday. If he wasn't careful, he might find him back to Urahra's shop and forcefully claim him.

The Alpha in him would be thrilled if that happened.

 Suddenly, something flashed inside his mind. Calming down, he increased the speed of his shunpo and slashed at the Hollow's feet and wasn't faced when the slippery Hollow managed to avoid the attack.

“Do you have an idea why I suddenly became an Alpha?”

The Hollow pouted. It jumped ten steps back and stood straight, the dull side of Zangetsu pressed over the back of its shoulders. “Are you still hung up over that, King? I'm telling you, you were always meant to be an Alpha. A very strong Alpha, in fact. You were never meant to be a Beta and being one contradicted a lot of your gifts. But if you really want to know, it was because your mother believed that if you grew up as an Alpha, your life would be in danger. So she did something to you and faked your dynamic. But after you awakened your own Shinigami power with the help of Urahara Kisuke, which broke whatever your mother had done and returned you to your original dynamic. So stop beating around the bush and start acting like a proper Alpha!”

“Why should I believe you?” he asked, more than a little incensed. He couldn't believe that Masaki would try to artificially change his dynamic but he had received many shocking revelations since the night he became a Substitute  Shinigami. But the one who was spouting the words implicating his mother was the same Hollow who had been trying to kill him and take over his body since he saved Rukia in Soul Society so could he really trust it's words?

The Hollow rolled its eyes. “Fine, don't believe me. I really don't  care. By the way, we've been fighting inside this place for ten hours, fifteen minutes and seven seconds. I'm bored. So stab away.”

It spread it arms at him.

Ichigo felt a vein in his forehead burst. Oh you little sh-

When Ichigo opened his eyes, he found himself lying on his back, the warmth of Soten Kisshun enveloping him from head to toe, healing every wound on his horribly mangled body.

“Kurosaki-kun, you're awake!” Orihime exclaimed, smiling cheerfully. 

He smiled back. “Where is everyone?” Shinji and the others were absent from the training field. Weird. He had expected at least three of them to be around when he woke up just to make sure that Orihime wouldn't be accidentally hurt when he came around.

“Hachi-san is taking care of Yodamaru-san's, Love-san's and Kensei-san's wounds, Rose-San is in the kitchen cooking you a meal for you to eat after you rested, Hiyori-san is cleaning the upper part of the warehouse and Hirako-kun said that he was going to a convenience store to buy something for you. Something that you would need very soon, he said.”

“Huh? What is that?”

“He didn't  tell me what he was going to get. But he said something about energetic and hormonal teenagers but I'm too stupid to understand what he meant by that. He he he! And done! You'll be fine now, Kurosaki-kun!”

But Ichigo was no longer listening. Instead, he was already drowning deep in shame and embarrassment.

“.....that goddamn bastard !”