a/n: something for Christmas. I got the idea for a commercial. I hope you like it! Not much feelings in it…Happy Holidays!
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach! Happy Holidays!
A Bleach Christmas Fanfiction: I'll be Home for Christmas
"Ichigo sweetie," called his mother, Rukia. "Please tell Uncle Renji that the roasting is burning. I don't want the centrepiece of our feast be ruined. And don't forget to say hello to Byakuya-jii-sama. He just arrived. And please get the door Aunt Rangiku and Toshiro-nii-san are at the door. And don't eat those cookies! I don't want you spoiling your appetite."
"Yes mother," the orange hair five-year-old sighed. He excused himself from his playmates. "Mom really busy today 'coz she said dad coming home. I'm not really that excited to meet him, though. I don't my mom said he's a great guy. I'm not sure about it."
"Well then," giggled his playmate. "Just pretend. You're good at it."
"Yeah but—"
"Ichigo," his mother called out again. "Have you done what I told you to do?"
"Just about to, Mom."
Rukia Kuchiki followed her son with her eyes. He was indeed an exact image of his father. He had orange hair and the amber eyes of his dad and he even inherited the older Ichigo's scowl. Heck, they were so alike that she even named her son after his father. And every passing day, the boy grew to be more and more like his father. And she dreamed that one day the two Ichigos would finally meet.
However, her dream is turning into a nightmare. As soon as she heard that Ichigo would be coming to Soul Society that Christmas, she had begun to imagine the meeting of the two. It started out as a happy memorable moment. It slowly became a nightmare.
What if their son would not care about his father, after all the boy had never met him all his life? What if, even worse, the young Ichigo would hate his father? What if he told his father that he didn't want to see him ever again? You know, like the ones she watched on soap operas during her stay in the human world. What if much worse than those could possibly happen?
No, she told herself. She was exaggerating again.
She calmed herself down. It was Christmas. It should be one of the happiest times of the year. Everything would be all right. Everyone was excited to see Ichigo. She looked outside the window. The snow was falling calmly. The streetlights were already dim. She looked again at her son. He was so happy. She sighed for the nth time. Her husband would arrive any minute now. A carriage stopped. Rukia immediately ran towards the door.
"Ichigo!" she called.
Her son's ears stoop up upon hearing his name. To his surprise his mother wasn't calling him. Her son followed behind her. She immediately opened the door. She hugged the man, whoever the stranger was. Her son hid behind her. The boy took stolen glances at this man his mother just hugged.
He had the same hair as his and the same colour of his eyes. He stood there for a long time. The man has the same name as him. What was this the man his mother talked about? The man knelt in front of him. Rukia moved away from the boy.
"Is your name Ichigo too?" the young boy asked.
The man nodded. And then as if by instinct, the boy walked towards the man and hugged him. The man also hugged the boy back. The man shed a tear and smiled, "Merry Christmas Ichigo. I finally got to meet you."
"Merry Christmas too, Daddy." The boy hugged the man tightly. And he was not pretending. It was indeed a Merry Christmas for him, his father and mother.