Prologue

Ichigo waited patiently as the clock on the wall chimed 3 o'clock in the morning. It was dark and ominous outside of the house, rain just on the verge of pouring down. He jumped slightly at the sound of the chime, but quickly composed himself after a few deep breaths. The silence of his house, along with the deep groans of the floors and walls, they were enough to get to any person who was here alone. Of course, Ichigo wasn't supposed to be alone, not really. Ichigo lived in the house of the person he worked for, and his boss also happened to be his unrequited love.

Shirosaki Hichigo, the albino man that unknowingly held Ichigo's heart in his pale grasp. The older man had hired Ichigo as a personal doctor, someone that could heal him quickly without the inconvenience of going to the hospital. That wasn't all that Shiro had in mind when he hired the teenager, though.

After working with Shiro for a few days, Ichigo found out the true nature of his job. Shiro and his friends were in a gang, they were violent, drug addicts that found themselves in fights with other gangs quite often. Shiro was their leader, the person all of his followers trusted with their lives. They followed the albino man's every move, no matter the consequences. They were hooked, and soon Ichigo found himself addicted to Shiro just as much as they were.

Only problem was, Shiro was straight. Not only did he know about Ichigo's love for him, he also teased him about it. Oftentimes Ichigo would cry himself to sleep at night because of the things Shiro said to him. They broke his heart, and tore down his self confidence.

Shiro also liked to bring girls home. Well technically they didn't count as 'girls' but more as 'drugged out whores', as Ichigo liked to call them. Most of them were prostitutes Shiro picked up on the way back from a job, and Shiro would walk into his private manor and laugh at Ichigo with menacing eyes. Then he would say, "This is what it's supposed to be like."

It broke him. Shiro would purposely make them scream as loud as possible so Ichigo could hear no matter where he was in the large condo. Ichigo couldn't do anything to stop it, and Ichigo wouldn't do anything to stop it. Ichigo was glad he was around Shiro as much as he was in the first place. He didn't know what he would do without the other albino man. Oh yeah, thats right.

He'd die.