I started this earlier today... while working on a Tia/Aizen Fic... Which will be done soon...

"Rukia! I've got another order for you. It's for the Abarai wedding." Yuzu called walking around the six-tier cake and waving a paper at Kuchki. The black hair woman grinned taking the paper.

"Great. I'll start on it as soon as I finish this one." Yuzu nodded in approval.
"This is probably the best one you've ever done." She remarked stepping back and admiring Rukia's handiwork. She bobbed her head in agreement.

"Thank you! I tried to keep it simple with the violet accents. Do you think it needs something?" Yuzu shook her head.

"It has everything she asked for. Plus, it isn't over whelming, great job." Rukia cocked her head to the side and nodded. She glanced up at the clock.

"Oh! I'm late!" She exclaimed untying the apron and rushing to the door, dropped it on the hook.

Entering the main offices, she brushed past Uryuu and Toshiro, who were moving boxes of centerpieces.

"Be careful!" Orihime's husband yelled after her.

"The roads were horrible!" Hime tagged on. Rukia looked back and nodded.

"I-I will." She half-grinned back at them. She spun around Karin and the mop of orange hair, which barely registered. She noticed it, however, when it blocked her exit and flicked her in the forehead.

"Hey, Midget. Miss me?" It laughed. Rukia looked up, slightly miffed and froze.

"Why the hell are you here?" She hissed and angrily. This only made Ichigo laugh harder.

"Gee, I thought you'd be happier to see me." She furrowed her brow.

"After you left without a word? Yeah, I'm thrilled." She pushed past him and grabbed the doorknob.

"I'm sorry, Midget." She hesitated for a second.

"I'm late… I have to pick someone up."

Pick someone up? Ichigo thought, watching her walk through the door. He glanced at his two sisters. They were staring at him like he was the biggest idiot on earth.

"Is she with someone?" Karin rolled her eyes and motioned for the two men holding boxes to follow her. Yuzu stood in the same place she had been when Rukia stormed out of the building.

"You mean you really don't know?" Ichigo shrugged.

"Should I?" Orihime's jaw dropped.

"She never told you?" The redhead gasped.

"SHOULD SHE HAVE?" The two girls looked at each other for a second, then back at him.
"No. Welcome home, Ichi." Yuzu answered hastily following her twin. Just as he turned to question Inoue-Ishida, the phone rang and she jumped to answer it. He furrowed his brow and turned, following Rukia.

"Wait, Kuchki." Rukia unlocked the car and sighed.

"What, Kurosaki?" She snapped, sliding in.

"What should I know, that my sisters won't tell me." Shit. Rukia pressed her lips together.

"Don't worry about it. I just have to go and pick up Michael." Ichigo's eyes widened.

"Who's Michael?" Yours. She thought. She shook her head.

"I-I… I said don't worry about it!" She snapped slamming the car door shut and starting the engine. Ichigo slid in front of her car. Rukia dropped her shoulders.

"Dammit, Ichigo! Move!" She yelled. He shook his head.

"I've seen you drive, Rukia. I'm not letting you do it on these roads." He replied shaking his head.

"I'm perfectly capable of driving with Michael-... MOVE! I can drive myself!" She yelled in exasperation.

"Let me drive." He demanded. She sighed, knowing he wouldn't move, even if she ran his dumb ass over. She shut down the car and opened the door.

"I've ridden with you too. Yours isn't much better." He shot her the shining grin that melted her down to nothing.

"I just want to meet this 'Michael'." He grinned opening the passengers door of his hybrid for Rukia. He let go of the door and stared at her. She was leaning into the back seat of her car.

"Ne, Midget, what are you doing?" She turned around with a rear-facing car seat and Ichigo's arms dropped.

"H-he's a … You're a… Who is…?" He stammered. The petite woman ignored him, opening the back seat with her free hand.

"Yes. Yes… Well… actually…" She stopped for a second.

"Ah, it's not important." She shook her head shutting the door. She climbed into the front seat. Ichigo was still stunned as he climbed robotically into the driver's seat.

"Um… where…?"

"It's a few blocks away from my apartment, if you can remember." He looked over at her. She was staring blankly at her hands.

Rukia opened the daycare's door. She smiled seeing Michael's deep blue eyes greet her. She laughed taking him from the blonde baby-sitter.

"I'm so sorry, Kiyone. I was trying to get home early… but this idiot wouldn't let me drive myself." The smaller woman laughed.

"It's okay, Miss Kuchki, Little Kurosaki wasn't too fussy today." Rukia grinned, gently arranging his silky red hair flat on his head. Promptly, it returned to it's original messy style. She took the tiny blue coat and pulled his arms through the sleeves. Rukia turned to Ichigo. He was standing frozen to the spot.

Little KUROSAKI? He gripped the blue car seat tighter. He stared at the baby, trying to squirm out of his mother's arms. He was paralyzed, watching them. She giggled, cuddling him, once she zipped the coat. Pulling the soft beanie over his tiny ears, she picked him up and turned to Ichigo. She furrowed her brow and the baby stared at him with eyes the same colors as Rukia's.

"Ichigo… can I have the car seat?" She finally spoke. Ichigo jumped and nodded setting the blue carseat on the counter in front of them. He glanced up at the tiny woman grinning at him.

"Are you his dad?" She innocently asked. Ichigo sat down on the carpet and stuck his head in his hands. Rukia immediately juked down and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Ichigo?" She asked, worry entering her voice. He glanced at her for a second, then seeing his own look of curiosity mirrored in the face of Michael, keeled over backwards.

"Mr. Kurosaki? Mr. Kurosaki!" Ichigo shook his head and blinked refocusing his eyes staring into unknown eyes. A purple haired woman was leaning over top of him.

"Ichigo?" He heard Rukia's voice anxiously ask.

"I'll wake him up." That voice he didn't recognize right away. Something crushed down in the center of his face. He let out a shout of pain, and sat straight up grabbing his bloody nose. He came face to face with Rukia's foster brother, Renji.

"You ass." He growled, his voice muffled through his hands. Renji was holding his sides and laughing.

"I'm not the wuss who passed out after realizing he had a kid." Rukia pushed him back.

"Are you alright?" She growled. Ichigo nodded. She was still holding the baby. He was still staring at Ichigo curiously. Renji jerked Ichigo to his feet.

"I'll be taking Rukia home. You can go stay… wherever." Renji shrugged. He turned to Rukia. She buckled the last belt and walked past Ichigo towards the parking lot.

"Rukia…" She looked over her shoulder.

"Say his full name." She turned the rest of the way around.

"Michael … Isshin… Kurosaki." She slowly spoke. A smile spread across Ichigo's lips.

"Thanks." Rukia smirked waving him off and turning to the door.

"Welcome back, Strawberry." She quietly said walking through the door Renji held for her.

Welp... here's the start of Arc 2... I am as confused as Ichigo, because my original idea, wasn't even close to this... Like I've said before... My fingers are the real talent in this picture... I think it turned out alright... So I guess it's around January.. Soooo... I'll be writing something about Rukia's birthday... And Michael is around four months old... So.. I can't wait to see what my hands come up with next! ^.^