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It’s
The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year
Kaien stepped back and admired
him and his family’s work. Their house had officially been ‘Christmasized.’
The giant tree in their living room was decorated and on full display, and
Christmas ornaments and other decorations, everything from holly to tinsel,
were everywhere else.
Finally, it was beginning to feel
like Christmas.
It was only three days until the
long-desired holiday, and this year Kaien was holding back his excitement for a
completely different reason too. Three more days.
Three more days, and his plan would be put into action. His sisters were
looking forward to it too, but that was because any holiday where they got
gifts was the greatest in their minds. Of course, Masaki and Ikasam shared everything they received because one of them
only came out for extended periods of time every once in a while, but Tsukiyomi was like a dragon.
That was to say she wasn’t the
best at sharing, but that mostly came from her Hollow possessiveness.
One thing had come up though, and
it didn’t really put any kinks into his plans, it just kind of made him a bit
sadder. Tatsuki had come over to him over the course of their decorating and
gave him the debilitating news that Kin was going somewhere for a couple of
days and wouldn’t be able to see him. She was very convincing, and blunt as
usual, but the way she bit the side of her lip as she turned away clued him
into the thought that she was lying. Christmas shopping hadn’t been done yet,
by Kin at least from what he knew, so that was one possible explanation, but
after thinking it over some more the highly intelligent teen finally had the
revelation. He smiled softly.
Thank you, Kin.
So there were some discrepancies
between dating a regular human and dating a super-powered, possibly unstable
Hollow-Zanpakutou-Shinigami, but had there really been any thoughts otherwise?
He had hoped not, and apparently it hadn’t taken long for the genius that was
his girlfriend to learn from past mistakes, no matter how absurd they sounded.
Still, now that meant he had
nothing to do until—likely—Christmas Eve, if what his medical textbooks said
was true. Oh joy. He had things he could do of course, but there was a
difference between staying away from a loved one willingly and doing it because
there was no other choice.
He had been told all about the
planned trip to Soul Society by now, and he didn’t want to go until his plan
had been accomplished. It wasn’t a simple plan, it was
actually quite grandiose, even if it was rather simple in places. He needed to
finish it before he went, but not for the reasons many people would think. He
still burned with anger every time he thought of the injustices done to the
innocent-looking Nemu, and that one of the gentlest men
he had ever known had suffered so badly for her was both a great act of love
and what caused him anger. That kind of thing should never be the response when
one announces they’re pregnant, and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on one of
the few captains that hadn’t come to visit over their five year stay.
From what he had heard though, he
already didn’t like him.
After forcing himself to calm
down from the fury the thoughts evoked in him, he sighed and went outside,
where he made the hop onto the roof of their house look easy. He rested on the
slightly cool tiles and looked up at the sky. Honestly he didn’t know what to
do with himself anymore. Before, his life had been training,
now, he didn’t know what it was. He knew one thing: he wanted Kin in it, but
other than that he was at a loss.
His father was a doctor, and soon
he would be too, and the privileges from Soul Society made money
inconsequential. What else was there to life? He had yet to experience
everything, and he looked forward to it. There were three whole worlds out
there, and he had only explored one in greater than normal detail. His thoughts
quickly changed after he remembered that. As long as Kin was with him, time
didn’t matter.
This would be a Christmas to
remember.
~~~~~~~~~
Yoruichi could hardly contain
herself. It was the Christmas Eve, the time of the surprise she had set up for
the Kurosaki family. She knew for a fact that they all got together every Christmas, that is: all the siblings and Isshin,
so it would be the perfect time for a surprise five years in the making.
The chocolate-skinned woman
bounced away from where she had been, whistling a cheery tune.
Away from the many gigais she and her lover had made.
She found her lover doing—for
once—nothing, and with the mood she was in she was perfectly ready to go and
join him. They didn’t know what Kin was doing, as she had holed herself up in
the training area for the past two days and had put strict regulations down
that no one was to enter.
Imagine their surprise when their
door opened and what they could only assume to be a customer walked in. It was
even more to their surprise that it was Kaien Kurosaki. He took an experimental
sniff of the air just to make sure it was safe for him to go in, and from the
relief on his face it was a pretty safe guess to assume he had smelled nothing.
“Um, is Kin here?” he asked
hesitantly, and from the way he said it, they got the impression he didn’t
want her to be.
Yoruichi rolled her eyes
dramatically. “She’s here, but she hasn’t come out of the training area in a
while and we’re under strict orders not to disturb her,” she said in a
sarcastic recital of her daughter’s original request. She noticed the way he
breathed a sigh of relief with interest.
“Good. May I talk to both of you
for a little while?” he asked, and if Yoruichi didn’t know any better, she’d
have thought he was nervous.
Seeing no reason to turn the
request down, they both got up and followed him out the door. They didn’t
really know why he kept walking, but they knew enough about Ichigo’s
son to not bother asking questions. It seemed like he wanted to get out of any
kind of range the Urahara Shop might hold. They knew when he was going to start
talking though, because when he stopped and turned around to look at them, his
face was deathly serious. They didn’t know why, but that was
inconsequential.
Imagine their shock when he fell
to both knees in front of them and bowed his head to the ground. “Before I go
any further I have to apologize. I beg of your forgiveness, because even though
I promised I would protect Kin I almost hurt her myself. Please forgive me, I
had no idea it would happen.”
She didn’t even have to look at
her lover to know he was wearing the same expression she was: that of soft
understanding. She had been told everything by Tatsuki just for her own peace
of mind, and she knew what had happened was absolutely beyond anyone’s control.
That, and there was one very important word in his sentence: almost. Had
it been ‘I hurt her myself,’ she would have broken all of his limbs with
her bare hands, but since it was ‘almost,’ she could allow him the luxury of
his life.
“Not to worry Kurosaki-san, we
understand completely!” Urahara answered for the both of them in his sing-song
voice as he patted the bowing man on his shoulder. “Remember though, hurt her
and I kill you~~!” he continued just as sweetly, and Yoruichi gave a small
cough to fight off the laughter that wanted to come out.
Kaien sighed gratefully and stood
up—regardless of the threat on his life said so casually seconds before. He
understood perfectly. “What I hope to do today should eliminate that chance.”
They both cocked curious eyebrows
at him, and without skipping a beat Kaien asked them
his question and in response both eyebrows went shooting into their
hairlines.
This they should have seen
coming.
~~~~~~~~~
Ichigo Kurosaki was a master at
swordsmanship, the supreme authority when it came to wielding sharp weapons. As
he looked over the task in front of him, he huffed in concentration and looked
over it again. He had faced down many foes of the greatest strengths, and this
wasn’t something he hadn’t encountered before.
Still, he might just need Bankai for this.
He picked up the weapon in front
of him and steadied his hand as he targeted his foe. It stayed immobile, like
it was glaring at him in challenge, and the vein in his forehead throbbed.
Now or never.
“Watchaaaaaa!!”
he cried exaggeratedly, and then the blade in his hand became all but a blur in
the air as he hit his target repeatedly with perfect precision, never once
taking his eyes off his prey.
When the smoke cleared, the
orange-haired man stepped back and smiled proudly down on his work before
putting the knife in the sink and stepping away from the kitchen counter, where
a silver tray lay with finely cut meat sitting elegantly on it.
Ichigo Kurosaki: turkey carver
extraordinaire.
He felt a pair of warm arms
encircle his waist and a head set itself gently against his back, since she
wasn’t tall enough to put her head on his shoulder from behind. He placed his
hands over hers and smiled softly. “How are you doing?”
It had been about a month since
Tatsuki had found out about her pregnant status, and as such the changes
weren’t completely noticeable yet, but if one looked close
enough they could see the gradual swell of her belly growing with each passing
day. It had become a Christmas tradition to wear the kimono’s they had made as
exact replicas to their shihakushous, but be that as
it may Tatsuki would have been wearing it anyway, as it was much easier to make
looser as she grew and not look like a neon sign by wearing maternity clothes.
She sighed happily against his
back. “I’m just great. This little one is giving me less trouble than Kaien or
the twins.”
Ichigo loosened her grip around
him with his hands and turned in her embrace so he could hold her too. “This is
the first Christmas we’ve had at home in five years. I still can’t believe it’s
been that long already, it seems like just yesterday Kaien was fighting off
cooties from Kin and the girls were wondering which doll they liked best.”
Tatsuki chuckled and reveled in
the break she had taken from cooking the rest of the supper while Ichigo had
been doing the turkey. He had tried to make her not do that either because he
thought that was pushing it, but she had so helpfully reminded him that he
wasn’t the best at cooking. She might have threatened to start a fight
with him too, but she wasn’t very good with ‘might’s, she preferred ‘did’s. “Better get used to it. I hear eternity is a
pretty long time.”
He kissed the top of her head in
response. “Eternity with you? I think I can live with
that.”
Again, she chuckled. “Sap.”
He smiled toothily. “What you say
is what you are!”
She knew the perfect way to close
those lips of his, and she was leaning up to do so when the doorbell rang.
Ichigo cursed under his breath at the interruption and Tatsuki couldn’t help
but laugh. “Why does my old man always have the worst timing!?” he groused
irritably and grudgingly removed himself from her hold to go answer the door.
It hadn’t even come to mind that it might have been one of his sisters, but
that was probably because only someone like his father could have that kind of
timing.
“KAIEN!
TSUKIYOMI! MASAKI!! Get ready for supper, Grandpa’s here!” the pregnant woman
called out loudly, and instantly the patter of heavy footsteps could be heard
coming down the long hallways leading up the kitchen table, soon followed by
the black blurs that were the kimono-clad teens.
Ichigo shook his head in
amusement as he went to the door, and whether it was the reiatsu inhibitors of
his home or the unawareness of contentment, he opened the door like he would
any other time. “Sheesh, took you long enough this ti—GAH!?!” he was cut off quite abruptly when he didn’t see
his father, and instead some mid-sized and many other little bodies came
jumping at him.
“Uncle Ichigo!!!!” A whole chorus
of voices cried at once.
BAM!
All too soon the mass brigade had
tackled the stunned orange-haired man and had him
sprawled out on the floor with a dog-pile of children with a vast array of hair
colors on top of him.
“Okay okay everyone! Move aside! Give your parents some
room to get the food and presents in or you’re not getting any!” Karin ordered
sarcastically as she stepped precariously over the pile of people with a large
pan in her hands.
Ichigo knew the kids on top of
him weren’t just restricted to his black-haired sister. If he didn’t know any
better, he’d have surmised there was a couple of Kurosaki’s—also known as Schiffer’s now—but there was at least one Ishida, one Sado, one or more Abarai’s; he
hadn’t heard the voice in a while, but he was sure it was one Ukitake; and if he had to be absolutely honest, at least
one Hitsugaya.
Ulquiorra stepped in next after
his wife, carrying a few brightly colored boxes, stopping only momentarily at
the door to look down on the mass tangle of limbs that the many children had
reduced themselves to. “Interesting,” he muttered with a small hint of
amusement before he walked on through.
A hand shot out from the bottom
of the pile and suddenly the group scattered as Ichigo shot out from the
bottom. “So that’s the way we’re doing it this time eh!? ‘Tis the season for tickling!!” And the God of Flash
took off after the many running children as the guests welcomed themselves in
as Tatsuki went to take her husband’s place by the door.
Orihime
and Uryuu were next—while Souken
and Asuka just walked on by—and Tatsuki barely recognized the proud archer. Uryuu’s hair had gone completely white since the last time
she had seen him, but it was still as full a head of hair as any teenager would
have and still styled exactly how it had been when he still fit under that
category. It was to be expected, after all, his father’s hair had been fully
white when he was only sixteen, and since Souken was
almost nineteen, that meant the change had to have happened for a while now.
“Tatsuki!!” the orange-haired
woman that suddenly appeared beside him yelled excitedly and all but threw
herself at her lifelong friend. Tatsuki caught the woman that her old friend
had become carefully and they hugged like schoolgirls. “It seems like it’s been
so long! If Souken hadn’t decided to stay in Hueco Mundo it would have almost
been...I don’t know by now!!”
Tatsuki smiled at her friend’s airheadedness. “Good to see you too, Orihime!”
She looked over her friend’s shoulder to Uryuu.
“Quite the distinguished look you’ve got there Uryuu.
Feeling a bit old?”
Uryuu
just barely smiled and suddenly a flash of Hirenkyaku had him right behind the
embracing pair. “About as old as you look,” he replied simply, having easily
noticed the physical changes of his friends’ bodies. “But then again my son got
married before any of our groups’ children, so that’s making me feel a bit
older than it should.”
“Ha ha,”
she mumbled and released Orihime as more people
walked in.
Surprisingly, Rangiku
and Toshirou Hitsugaya were
the next ones through the door, bearing even more food and presents in their
arms. Next was Chad—also
known as Yasutora—and Halibel
and their oldest, also named Chad.
After them were Jyuushiro and Retsu
Ukitake, looking as carefree and gentle as ever, and Jinta and Yuzu after them. The
last pair to come in was Renji and Rukia Abarai, the same as they
always were in their gigais.
“Wow,” Tatsuki muttered. “Is it
really okay that so many captains have left Soul Society?”
Renji
shrugged lackadaisically. “It’s fine. Even with this many gone we still have
some of the strongest left there. It’s no biggie. Where’s Ichigo?”
A sudden crash alerted their
attention, followed by massive giggling.
Tatsuki rolled her eyes. “Off
chasing the kids that tackled him, thank you very much.”
Rukia
examined the decorations of the house with appreciation, seemingly not
dignifying the slightly sarcastic remark with a reply until, “You make it sound
like you don’t want us here.” She sounded almost hurt.
Stupid acting skills, the
once-tomboy thought, though it was impossible to stay mad. “Not that, it was
just unexpected.”
“That’s what we wanted to hear!”
a sensual feminine voice said proudly, and the three looked behind them to see
Yoruichi Shihouin and Kisuke Urahara at the door,
along with Kin right beside them.
Tatsuki slammed her palm to her
forehead. “Jeez, at least now I know where the gigais
came from anyway.” She saw Kin start to smile and then hold out her arms, and
it was only then she noticed the fast footsteps approaching them, before just
like earlier, a black blur flew by her and soon Kin wasn’t standing anymore.
She was hoisted up into her boyfriend’s arms and just as she had time to wrap
her arms around his neck—despite their parents watching—they had kissed in full
view of everyone.
Rukia’s
mouth went dry as she turned around and even Renji
was staring beside her. From behind, he looked even more like Kaien than
Ichigo, something only made worse by him having the same name as her dead
mentor.
“Well I’ll be damned…” Renji whispered. Even though the teenager had his hair
smoothed back like he usually did, the resemblance was still uncanny.
“Auntie Rukia!”
She heard someone shout
excitedly, and before she knew what had hit her, Kaien had her in a hug exactly
like the ones of his childhood, except now he was a lot—a lot—bigger
than her. Fighting back the tears—and struggling to keep the breath Kaien
seemed determined to force out of her—she returned the hug gratefully. “Kaien…”
He set her down soon after, and Rukia and Renji were almost taken
aback by how different his piercing yellow eyes were now, besides the tattoos
that reminded them a bit too much of Grimmjow. He grinned toothily and
displayed his left arm to Renji. “Cool, huh?”
Renji
grinned back in response. “Ya still got a long way to go, but one arm’s a good
start.” He was startled by Kin’s sudden and deadly glare sent his way. She may
be centuries younger than him, but she looked the part of the adult she was,
even if it was only by a year.
“If he has reason to tattoo any
other part of his body there’ll be hell to pay,” she hissed venomously, and
only when Kaien used his exposed left arm to rub the back of his head
sheepishly did they notice the scars as the indents they created caught the
light.
Rukia
winced and tried not to act concerned. “That’s a lot of scars.”
Kaien looked down on his arm
unconcernedly. “Meh, they’re not as ba—!?”
“MEEERRRRYYYYYYY
CHRIIIIIISSSTTTTTTTMAAAAASSS!!!!!!!!!!!!” A loud, boisterous voice cut him off,
and suddenly Isshin Kurosaki—complete with Santa
outfit—had elbowed his grandson and sent him rolling off, away from the door.
He looked around and blinked confusedly. “Huh? My grandson couldn’t have
possibly been done in by that weak attack, could he?”
BAM!
Everyone around him backed away
on impulse when the sandaled foot struck out and nailed the Kurosaki patriarch
in the chin and sent him rolling off into the distance. Kaien stood there with
his foot outstretched, bearing the same look of demonic irritation his father had
always used when he was his age. “And a bah-humbug to you too!” he gritted out
and turned back into the house, where the ones still standing there fought off
their giggles and followed.
Once Isshin
crawled his way back and they were all seated at the—now reorganized and
enlarged—table, it became very apparent that though the table was giant and
able to seat all the adults, collectively, there were around fifteen to twenty
kids alone. Alone they were hard enough to deal with, but put that many
children with superpowers together and something’s bound to happen sooner or
later. Most of them were still at the academy, but those like Karin and Yuzu’s children had already been in Hueco
Mundo, not to mention the fact that they were the epitome
of being a True-Blood. That was made even worse in Karin’s kids’ case because
they not only had a Shinigami mother, but an Arrancar father. Thus it was only
them that had named zanpakutous. Even though some
were the same age as Kaien, most of them looked up to the adult-looking teen
like he was some kind of god.
And the other reason for their
excitement was the huge collection of presents beneath the equally huge tree.
Be they Soul Reaper, Hollow, or Human, everyone likes getting gifts.
Ichigo looked over the obvious
problem and sighed. “Kaien, could you go get a couple of tables from the east
wing? I’ll go get one from the west.” Kaien nodded and disappeared, much to the
amazement of the children around him, while Tatsuki got up to go set the table
with the food only for Ichigo to push her back down playfully. Ichigo turned to
leave but before he vanished he looked back with a smile. “Tsuki,
Masaki, make sure your mother doesn’t move from that spot.”
He laughed when Tsukiyomi and Masaki nodded and Tatsuki crossed her arms
under her breasts and huffed indignantly.
Those around the table laughed at
the antics of their hosts, but most everyone there were either medical
specialists or extremely close friends and could tell certain things from
behavior they’ve seen before. Rukia laughed as she
slapped her hand to her forehead and those who hadn’t figured it out looked
over at her confusedly.
The short Soul Reaper looked over
at Tatsuki with a devilish gleam to her eyes that belied the hidden nature of
her inner closet pervert. “So, he’s not allowing you to move is he?” she
insinuated smoothly before going in for the kill. “For him to be like this…dang,
how far along are you?”
All the heads formerly turned to Rukia promptly shot over to Tatsuki.
She glared at the tiny woman
before sighing in resignation. “About a month.”
Many eyes around the table
widened and Isshin started sobbing in joy before,
“That’s right!” a proud voice exclaimed. “Eight more months and we’ll have
another addition to our family!” They started in surprise to see Ichigo once
again by his wife’s side, looking very much like a child who got to open a
Christmas present early. Some silently, others not so much, were amazed at his
speed and they looked over to see a large table had already been placed and set
for many of the kids. That was also when they noticed all the food they had
brought and the stuff already prepared had been set out on the table before
them. They hadn’t even seen him move. Then Kaien arrived with one more
table before vanishing to come back with another and the process was repeated
until everyone was seated.
The captains present gulped.
Extremely fast Flash Steps seemed to run in the family.
Kaien sat down at his place
beside Kin, with Tsukiyomi and Masaki seated beside
each other on his other side. He saw his father start to reach for the food and
suddenly it hit him. “Oh crap!” he said unexpectedly, and Ichigo’s
hand stopped immediately on its path to the turkey.
“What’s up?”
“We never went to go get Uncle Hanatarou or Miss Nemu!”
For a second Ichigo just stood
there, like he was processing the information, before he mimicked what Rukia had done earlier and slapped his hand to his
forehead. “Some hosts we are. Masaki, want to go get them? We can’t have them
holed up over Christmas.”
Masaki smiled and nodded, but it
seemed like someone else decided to voice her complaints because soon after
Masaki’s head had twitched in an almost unnoticeable manner and her eyes had
widened in understanding. “Speaking of forgetting about people….” She reached
her hand up to her forehead and was prepared to bring it down when Ichigo
stopped her.
“I don’t think that’s a very good
idea anymore,” he said softly, and Masaki looked up at him with her kind eyes
warped with confusion.
“But you promised! This is the
first Christmas we’ve had at home since I discovered her and you said she could
be here!”
Ichigo bit the inside of his
cheek. “That was before everyone else came over. They haven’t seen her before
and even if they are here for Christmas, they’re still from Soul
Society.” The loud sound of something cracking got his attention and he looked
over to see Tsukiyomi had clung
her hands to the side of the table she was seated before, like she was fighting
off the urge to hit something. Her eyes were hidden beneath her long white hair
and that was never a good sign.
“So you’re ashamed of us?” the
white-haired teen accused lowly, making Ichigo’s eyes
widen. “If I wasn’t in my body right now would you force me back in too just so
they didn’t see what I looked like?”
The hurt in his daughters’ voices
ate at his insides. “God damn it!!” even as he said it, he didn’t know who it
was directed at most. Likely himself. Before Tsukiyomi or Masaki could even look up at their father from
where they were seated his hands—white hands—had slammed down on the
table in front of them and he looked over at his friends and fellow captains in
his complete White Transformation. Like this, his face looked menacing even at
the best of times, but they were thankful he wasn’t glaring at least. Ogihci’s glares were like staring hell in the face.
“Do any of you have a problem
with me like this!?” he asked irritably. This was the fastest solution he
could think of. They were all looking at him strangely, but the children,
especially the ones still in the academy, were looking at him in fearful awe.
As unlikely as it seems, Retsu Unohana was the first to
respond. “No Ichigo. I say this as a captain of Soul Society: your Vizard status and any status of your children has been classified as a… peculiarity, limited to your
division.” After the others had all nodded in agreement Ichigo grinned happily;
though in the form he was in it looked more like he was ready to kill
something.
He changed back and looked down
on Masaki. “It’s fine. Go ahead, then go get Hanatarou and Nemu. I’m sure
she’s already seen everything through your eyes, but we’ll let her get
accommodated before we start.”
Masaki leaped off her chair and
hugged her father before she stood and initiated the process to let Ikasam out. The people around the table couldn’t conceal
their surprise at what happened and their eyes were as big as the plates before
them, but none spoke a word. Soon Ikasam was standing
proudly beside Masaki and she stretched languidly.
“Finally!
If you started eating that turkey without me I would have slapped you!”
It was a playful threat against Masaki, and the orange-haired girl smiled
knowingly before hugging her other half and taking off for their two guests.
Before the inner Hollow could do
anything else Ichigo had hugged the shorter body of his inverted daughter close
to him. “I want you to know this right now: I’m not ashamed of you, and I never
will be. I just can’t stand the thought of anything happening to any of you.”
Ikasam
smiled and all but melted into her father as she hugged him back. All of her
father, both Ichigo and Ogihci, were concerned about
their children’s safety, and even if she was a cocky, overconfident, extremely
powerful inner Hollow, she still liked the warmth of family and the protectiveness
of their love. She may not have been the one that came out of her mother’s
womb, but she was considered as no less than a daughter in her parent’s’ eyes. “I
know Daddy,” she said happily, then removed herself
from his grip and bounded around the many tables, trying to memorize everyone’s
faces she saw as she greeted them all enthusiastically and examined the
decorations of the house in childlike wonder.
She stopped like she had hit a
wall when she ran past Jyushiro Ukitake,
and both he and Retsu looked at her confusedly when
she backed up and looked at him with a strange look on her face. “Now you
are interesting!” she commented idly as she looked the captain over
like a doctor would a patient as she held a hand to her chin. “I’ve never
seen twins before.” Ukitake was being as nice
as possible, also trying not to express his curiosity as to how something like
her could be out in the world. That was part of it, but he was also wondering
how she knew about his twin zanpakutous, as well as
wondering why she continued to look at him like he was some kind of off-planet anomaly.
All of the sudden her wide eyes
widened even further. “What in the name of…?” She trailed off in
amazement as she looked at him closer and he shuffled back in his chair on
instinct. “This has Dad written all—!?” She was quickly stopped
from going any further when Kaien appeared behind her and slapped his hand over
her mouth. She struggled against him in futility while she made sure to voice
her muffled protests.
“Don’t say another word,” Kaien
whispered into her ear. “Dad healed him, that’s all.” It was said in the
distinct tone that meant ‘say anything else and die’.
She nodded meekly, just in time
for Masaki to return with Nemu and Hanatarou. Unohana looked
genuinely stunned a member of her division would be here without her knowledge.
Being the gentle person she was, she knew there had to be an explanation for
it, so she calmly stood and walked over to the person that now had a couple of
centimeters on her, unlike before. “Hanatarou
Yamada,” was all she said at first, and even though it was just that, Hanatarou flinched. “Would you please explain your presence
here?”
The healer didn’t edge back in
fear or even try to give any excuses. “I could not stay in Soul Society.” Unohana’s eyes narrowed only slightly and was about to
respond when Ichigo cut her off.
“You’re damn right you couldn’t!
Listen Captain Unohana, he came here from Soul
Society looking like he had just taken on the Espada
barehanded! Even if he had went to your division headquarters he would have
been followed and probably even killed! I’ve taken him on as a temporary
transfer before I can get this all worked out.”
Unohana
looked pained that one of her own officers wouldn’t come to her first. “May I
ask why?”
Ichigo simply looked at Hanatarou, and the man nodded his consent as he stood
beside Nemu without a question being audibly asked.
“He and Nemu are expecting their first child.”
Since all the women present were
also members of the Shinigami Women’s Association, they all—excluding
Tatsuki—jumped out of their chairs and ran over to the demure woman and her
lover to congratulate them. Retsu Unohana
however was not one of them, she had simply stayed standing where she had been
before and contemplated why the fact that her officer and Nemu
were having a child could have any merit in his former bloodied state and the
subsequent transfer to Ichigo’s division. Her kind
eyes widened in horror as the answer came to her. “Kurotsuchi…”
Even through the giggling and
laughter of the women around Nemu, that one-worded
whisper stopped them all dead.
“That’s right,” Ichigo confirmed.
“The bastard wasn’t very happy when they told him, and you can imagine the
rest. If not for Hisagomaru I’m guessing Nemu would have been dangerously close to losing the baby.
He came here so they would be protected when the freak recovers, and I’m
planning on going to straighten things up on the twenty-sixth.”
The normally kind and gentle
captain was visibly containing her anger. “Allow me to help you; two captains give
it higher priority. Disciplining an officer of their own division is one thing,
but attacking a lower ranking officer of another division is unacceptable,” she
strained out, and the words were obviously meant to give lawful reason for the
intervention, and not because of the blatant injustice done to two people for
what should be a happy occasion.
The children had held their
voices admirably, especially after the older ones had been so serious in their
telling them to be quiet. For those at the academy, they knew this was a
serious matter, and the other part of them was being quiet simply for the
reason that they were surrounded by more power and authority than most Soul
Reapers could ever claim, even though the captains involved were their parents
in some cases. They were still captains.
“Nice to have
some backup, but enough of this! It’s Christmas Eve and we’re talking
about work! I hope none of this food has gone cold, so let’s dig in before all
this beautiful stuff goes to waste!”
“Wait a second!” Tsukiyomi interrupted suddenly. “Why risk it? Just let me.”
With that said, she raised her hand and her zanpakutou materialized in her
outstretched palm. With one swipe of the fire-based zanpakutou, even in its
sealed state, all of the food was steaming again.
Ichigo grinned. “Well if that
wasn’t one of the most reckless things I’ve ever seen a zanpakutou used for…good job Tsuki!” he applauded
proudly and Tsukiyomi smiled before reseating herself
and letting her zanpakutou vanish.
After everyone was seated and the
food had been distributed, they all said the one last thing before the meal
finally started.
“Itadakimasu!”
~~~~~~~~~
Author’s Notes: Sorry for the wait. I’m still writing but I had
thought I was going to be able to get everything in one chapter. I’ve almost
got another one written right now so I thought I’d split it up so I didn’t make
any of you wait any longer. The next one should be up really, really soon, so
anticipate that!
Eva24: It feels like I’ve actually been dumped, LOL! I’m sorry my
writing no longer catches your interest and I’d like to thank you for all your
reviews over What The Eyes Can’t See and the ones you’ve
given me in this story too.
Moonymuch: I can’t thank you
enough for taking the time to give me your feedback on each chapter and knowing
I have your approval even after all the stuff I’ve written so far has been an
awesome boost to me! I hope I continue to meet your standards!
AceKent: I have to thank you too
for writing a review for each chapter, it was exactly what I needed and what
you said in each of your reviews was usually what I was really hoping for
feedback on, so thank you again!
xSTALKERx:
I’m really proud (sorry, I can’t help it) that you made an account to review my
story. Out of curiosity I looked your name up and I found some stories on fanfiction, and I’m really glad you write Ichigo/Tatsuki
too, if you’re the same person as that one anyway. Your writing is pretty good
and I’m glad you like my story! I hope you keep liking
it!
ARWeber1: Thank you so much for your review! I can’t help but get
the feeling from it that you haven’t read What The Eyes Can’t
See because I KNOW Chizuru winding up with any guy is pretty farfetched, but I
hope I gave enough backstory in WTECS to let everyone’s
imaginations fill in the rest to make it believable. You read into my
characters beautifully and I hope you continue to give me your insightful
comments!
J.H. Holliday: Last but certainly not least. Wow, all the time I
was writing these next chapters (there’s one coming really soon) I felt really really bad because you took the time to write such great
reviews and I felt like each day I was taking longer I was letting you down. I
know what it’s like to wait for a story to be updated, so that’s why I split
this chapter up so I could update it now. Thank you for your information on
ridged and rigid by the way, I knew it sounded right but it didn’t feel right, but to be absolutely honest
I can’t remember where I’ve used it in my stories (and I know it’s a lot) so I’m
probably not going to change them until I have time to read them all over
again. Your ideas are well in mind and possibly already in the next chapter
(that’ll leave you guessing), and thank you for reminding me of those things.
As for Stark, I know he’s cool but I can’t really say if he’ll be in my story anytime
soon. He strikes me as one of those people who are sleepy but then he’ll
probably end up being the 1st Espada or
something like that and fiercely devoted to Aizen. I
can’t say for sure, but the thought that he might be the first even though he’s
lazy is something that comes out too much in anime so I can’t write him in
without something going really screwy (doesn’t really matter because it’s going
screwier each new chapter of the manga that comes
out, so THANK YOU ALL FOR CONTINUING TO READ THIS REGARDLESS OF THAT!!!) And as
for Nemu, yeah, I’m sure he’ll make her another body,
so I’m not worried regarding that.
I’ve read the manga
over a billion times and I’m still doing it but sometimes little details escape
my notice. By the way, if any of you were wondering about Tatsuki saying she
could calm Kaien down with a lullaby, like I wrote in chapter 9, then read
chapter 33 of the manga and you’ll see that Tatsuki
says she has a sweet singing voice, and since singing is one of my hobbies, I
had to put that in here.
Oh yeah, I know the A/N are
really long but I had some things I needed to discuss and/or thank people for,
so thanks for reading patiently.
I hope you continue to enjoy my
story and thanks for reading it so far!!
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