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A Shifting of Life	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > General Views: 20784 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: A Shifting of Life
Fandom: Bleach
Part: 24
Series: A Shifting World
Characters/Pairings: Ichigo, Isshin
Warnings: Talks of culture
Word count: 1,679
AN: So a little while since I've reposted chapter 23. I would go into everything but seriously? Life got busy and I had to finish “Our Truth” on top of that. So here is the next 3 chapters. Enjoy.

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It was a few days after the festival and Ichigo was reading, Ulquiorra reading a letter from Aizen at Rangiku’s home. Ichigo looked up as the door opened up, smiling brightly at seeing her father standing there in the door with a soft smile for her.

“Hey there,” Ichigo breathed, bouncing up and off of the couch that she had been sitting on, hugging the other man tightly, getting a low chuckle as Ulquiorra left the room with a nod to Isshin.

“Hey yourself,” Isshin laughed as he hugged her close, feeling the way she trembled before she relaxed into his arms. “Are you okay? I mean, really, really okay?” he asked her, stroking soft locks. He frowned when Ichigo shook her head against his shoulder.

“No, not really. I’m so fucking confused, dad, and it’s really not helping that I actually went through what all women do every fucking month,” Ichigo whimpered, her eyes closed as she clung to him.

“Oh, my dear,” Isshin sighed as he over to sit on the couch, pulling her close to hold her as she curled up against him. “If you want me to, I can get you a three month pill pack until Kisuke is able to turn you back into a male.”

“No, I’m good now. Unohana gave me a better shot to stop it mostly,” she promised. “Urahara also told me yesterday that he’s close to figuring out the complete breakdown of whatever Szayel used on me, but that he ran into some troubles. The creepy clown is doing something in recreating the Hogyoku,” she said, pulling away enough to look up at her father.

“Kisuke told me that Unohana-san is now getting involved with it. She’s rather upset with things, especially with what Urahara-kun had been forced to go through with the first one.” Ichigo hummed and closed her eyes as Isshin once more stroked over her head.

“How is everything else going for you though?” Isshin asked, getting a low moan from his son turned daughter as she shook her head.

“Rukia has gone absolutely psycho on me, and I don’t know why,” Ichigo sighed. Isshin raised an eyebrow, silently asking her what she meant. “We discovered that she’s been lying to anyone about my so called responses to invitations while not even telling me about any of them. I was really lucky that Yoruichi told me about the festival and Byakuya’s invitation to it,” she said, shoving a hand through her hair.

“Why would she want to do that?” Isshin asked her, his eyes widening as he gazed down at his child. “I thought that she cared for you just as much as you cared for her.”

“So did I actually,” Ichigo sighed. She closed her eyes and shook her head with a scowl. “I don’t know actually. She just showed such a dark side here. I just really…” Sitting back into the couch, she crossed her ankles and gazed down at her feet as Isshin watched her think.

“I’m guessing that the information has come out right?” he asked, getting a nod. “How was it taken by everyone?”

“From what I’ve been able to see and learn? They range from upset, like Hanataro-kun, to outright pissed off, like Renji-kun and Byakuya-kun. Me? I’m just really hurt and on the pissed off side with her,” Ichigo hummed as he ran a hand through her hair once more. “I don’t even have the urge to see her, much less talk to her,” she said, giving her father a look when he started to play with her hair again. “And would you please stop fussing with my hair?”

“I can’t help it. It’s almost as if the fact that you turned into a girl has finally tamed your hair, drawing your mother’s genes out even more,” Issin teased. He chuckled when she pouted and glared at him.

“Fuss over Yuzu’s hair. Her’s is more like mom’s than mine,” Ichigo huffed at him, batting his hands away before she smoothed her hair down on her own.

“Aww, but she’s not here for me to fuss,” Isshin cooed, smirking at the growl.

“You’re such a jerk,” Ichigo huffed as she pouted at him, standing up to head for the kitchen, her skirt swishing around her feet.

“I can tell you that I’m actually surprised that you’re wearing a skirt,” Isshin said, following after her with a curious expression as he eyed her outfit. She had decided to wear a simple, floor length skirt with a matching tank top, the entire outfit a baby blue color. The bra straps that peeked out from under the tank top straps were lacy and a darker blue color. Ichigo’s cheeks pinked as she pulled out the kettle to make tea for the two of them.

“Ulquiorra was nice enough to take me to a rather nice restaurant that Kira suggested. We went for breakfast,” she admitted, Isshin smiling brightly at her.

“So you two went out on a date, huh? Who would have thought that he would go from a guardian to a potential lover with a sex change huh?” he cackled, Ichigo rolling her eyes.

“Actually, he wanted to make a move on me while I was in Los Noches under Aizen’s care, but since no one knew that I’m pan with a leaning towards males as a guy, he didn’t,” Ichigo admitted. “And yes, I said pansexual. I’ve had time to think about it and I found that I am attracted to women. Just very particular as a male.” She pulled down a wooden tea box. “But the thing is, Rukia helped spread that I was straight and willing to go for anyone. Combine that with what Orihime spread?”

“I’m actually still surprised that Orihime was the one who spread that you were straight around. But I am still glad that Ulquiorra-san was kind enough to wait for you until he was sure about your sexuality,” Isshin hummed. He watched as Ichigo moved around, making their tea. He could still see that the beautiful young woman was still his son, no matter what her gender. Her movements were still as sure as they ever were, not wasting movements, but they had become even more graceful.

It seemed as if Ichigo had gotten used to her new body rather quickly. Then again, she was also very adaptable, having to do so many times in her life.

“Yeah, so am I,” Ichigo finally said, putting a tea cup down in front of him. “I can see your thoughts going on in your head. What’s going on in your mind?” she asked.

“Has anyone really sat down with you to talk about how the Seireitei works?” Isshin asked her. Ichigo see-sawed her hand back and forth. “Kind of huh? What have they told you so far?”

“That they’re very open about sex, sexual partners, and relationships,” Ichigo summarized, stirring a bit of honey into her tea.

“There is that. Let me tell you about lovers and spouses since I’m thinking that they didn’t go into great detail,” Isshin said, watching as Ichigo pulled herself up onto the counter, crossing her legs and smoothing her skirt down. “As you know, Shinigami really don’t limit themselves when it comes to sexual partners outside of having types or preferences. We can die at anytime and we work so hard that we really don’t want to limit ourselves to just one gender. And sometimes just one lover.”

“It almost sounds as if Shinigami have three types of partners, kind of like their living counterparts,” Ichigo said, her eyes wide.

“We do. We have the usual ‘friends with benefits’, otherwise known as playmates, lovers, and of course spouses. It’s been this way since I joined the ranks,” Isshin chuckled.

Ichigo raised an eyebrow before smirking over her tea cup. “You’re just so old,” she drawled, laughing at the affronted sound that came from her father.

“And you’re a brat,” Isshin huffed, smiling softly and shaking his head, continuing. “Now, it is rare that someone will call another their lover because of the same reason why we’re rarely purely straight and purely gay. Our life span is so long that should we break up and hurt each other, we end up with a grudge, and even if we don’t have a grudge it takes time to relax from that time.”

“I’m taking it that it’s the same way with marriages right?” Ichigo asked him, thinking of her mother. Isshin nodded as he smiled lightly at his child, seeing the sadness. “So, why did you marry mom?”

“I was drawn to her in a way that no one but Kisuke has ever drawn me,” Isshin admitted to her, Ichigo looking up with surprise in her brown eyes. “And by the time that I had met her, Kisuke had been long gone and I wasn’t able to contact him whenever I wanted. I fell in love with her, used a gigai that I was able to hide me. It was actually something that had been a gift from Kisuke before he disappeared with the Vizards, and I left to marry her. I never once regretted my decision,” he told her, the two sharing a smile between them.

“I’m glad that you met and married mom, but, dad,” Ichigo said, trailing off before he smirked at him, watching him give her a wary look.

“Yes?” Isshin asked, drawing the word out.

“I think that you really need to get laid. Do me a favor and swing by Urahara’s to make him limp, would ya?” she asked as she slid off of the counter, her father watching as he gaped at her. “Do close your mouth before you have a fly land in it.”

“My dear child, you make me feel so much pride,” Isshin said, a bark of laughter escaping him.
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