Title: Reconcile
By: Metamorcy
Rating: M (later scenes and curse words)
Pairing: Hichigo x Ichigo
Disclaimer: don't own Bleach
Summary: A few years have passed since the Winter War, Ichigo and Shirosaki has finally settled down but a new horror awaits them. Their son. May god be with them.
N/A: This is SutaakiHitori's request. Also Ichigo and Shirosaki are 22, alright.
Chapter 1
There were many things that left people shock and speechless, many that should remain unanswered and unquestioned and others that should be ignored. This apparently is one of them. Definitely.
"Mommy! Daddy!"
Undeniably one of them.
The door to a bedroom slammed wide open, a young body of the age of two ran in with a large smile displayed on his face. He went up to the bed, gripping the cool sheets between his tiny fingers. The brown pools blinked curiously, seeing as he wasn't getting a response from the two sleeping bodies and wiggled his nose. The child giggled, crawling up onto the bed, slowly creeping between the parents with a wide grin.
"Daddy!" The boy jumped the body on the left, landing right on top. The lump didn't move at first, the visible white hair and skin peeking out from the dark blue sheets. The peaceful face twitched then grumbled, burying itself deeper into the pillow, the arms shifting.
"Not now, Sagai." The albino groaned through the pillow, muffled out. "Go back to bed."
Sagai pouted but his cheeriness didn't fade one bit, tilting his head. He hopped off his father and edged to the other pile on the right.
"Mommy!" He leaped on the other parent but gently this time, not wanting to face his mother's rage. Sagai lightly tapped the top where vivid orange hair was poking out, right at the cheeks. The chocolate eyes fluttered open slightly, lifting the head up a little to gaze at the intruder. Ichigo yawned, glancing at his child and flopped lazily back down with a deep sigh. His hands rose up the blanket vaguely, inviting Sagai in, who complied by snuggling next to his mother. He let out a happy squeal, nuzzling into Ichigo's chest, his little fingers clenching the shirt.
Shirosaki shuffled in the covers, peeping at the sleeping two (actually Sagai was asleep while Ichigo had his eyes closed) and reached over. His black-nailed fingers ran through Sagai's orange locks, earning a cute wiggle. Ichigo placed an arm protectively over his child, tugging him closer as if keeping the boy away from his father. This action made the albino pout discontentedly, seeing as he was being left out and transferred his hand onto his lover's shoulder. Smiling seductively, the fingers slid down the curves, running shivers up the orange-haired man's spine.
The mom growled threateningly, right eye twitching. "Hollow, not now."
"Come on, how about a morning kiss?" Shirosaki shifted closer, licking his lips.
Sad to say, he wasn't able to do much.
"Ugh!!"
The hollow snarled, glaring at his lover with anger. He was rubbing his side, the place where Ichigo had punched him, hard. A growl escaped from his lips, narrowing his golden eyes. "What the fu-Shit! Ah!"
Shirosaki cried out loud in shock, this time kicked right out of bed. He landed on the hardwood floor painfully, groaning while his back throbbed. His legs were still hanging on the bed, the covers sliding off, following. Little stars floated around his head and raised a floppy arm to cover his vision. Slowly, he shifted his legs down into a more comfortable position and waited for the headache to go away. When it did, he sat up, his golden pools glancing at the digital clock that was flashing '7:30' in bright red. Thanks god it was Saturday or else he would have been in a foul mood for the rest of the day or would it be king that would, he wasn't sure. Nonetheless, Shirosaki needed more sleep, he was still worn out.
The hollow glared at his boyfriend, who had gotten back to hugging Sagai in his arms. "Ya didn't have to kick me that hard." He crept back into the sheets, head on the pillow and grumbled, keeping a little distance away from the king. "That actually hurts, ya know."
"Well it's your fault for trying something in the first place and cursing in front of Sagai." Ichigo growled, making it low enough yet full of meaning so it wouldn't disturb their sleeping son. "Do it when he's not around."
"Come on, just one little kiss. Its not gong to be that bad." The albino grumbled, leaning closer. He stroked his son's orange hair gently, liking the silky fluffy feeling; it was just like mommy's.
"Hollow, I know you better than anyone else. A single kiss will always turn to a full make-out session." The mother sighed, burying the side of his face into the pillow. "Anyway, just go back to sleep, I'm still tired from last night. Thanks god we actually got dressed afterwards, it would've been bad if Sagai saw us naked."
Shirosaki leaned in, perking his eyebrow up, whispering so Ichigo wouldn't get mad. "Want to fuck again?"
"Try it and I'll kill you." The substitute shinigami (yes, he was still one even after all this time) sneered then added an afterthought after seeing Shirosaki's depressed expression. "Only do it when we both have free time and when he's not around, okay."
"Whatever you say, King." Shirosaki smiled, drawing himself back.
Ichigo stared down at the little bundle in his hands. It's been two years since they had gotten the little bugger. How did they get him? Only god knows. Sometimes the shinigamis would pop by and question their son (And sometimes his sanity) but the two would never answer, seeing as it was best left unspoken. But even with all that trouble, the two parents adored their son, loving him instantly on sight (Ichigo in that area more). Before bringing Sagai into their lives, they had moved out from Isshin's house, living on their own, taking a couple of part-time jobs from Soul Society to get their payment. Sometimes they worked in a normal company, Ichigo more on that but it was rare since the shinigamis gave them more than enough money.
Shirosaki snorted, grinning and snuggled into the covers. As for him, he had gotten a gigai soon after the war, one that shared his features except for the eyes, they were still golden but the black was white, courtesy of Urahara.
During the beginning of their relationship, people weren't really happy about the idea of a human living with a hollow, an inner one at that, much less being lovers. Ichigo's family and friends didn't seem to mind at all, happy that he had fallen in love, which was good cause the couple needed the extra support. The two had earned their share of snide remarks but Ichigo instantly struck down anyone that dared to do anything. He and Shirosaki had become powerful enough to go against the head leader, Yamamoto, in a head-lock. It took awhile but slowly, Soul Society accepted the idea and left the two along, though, there was still some hatred between the two groups.
"What time is it?" Ichigo suddenly asked in an aggravated tone, the birds outside the window were squawking annoyingly and the bright sun was peeping in.
Shirosaki bended over to the clock, brushing a few of his white bangs aside. "8:30."
"Should we get up?"
The hollow glanced down at the still dozing son. "Nah, just a little more. Let's wait for Prince to wake up."
"Alright."
It was at that moment that Sagai decided to stir, nuzzling into mommy's chest. The large brown eyes blinked dazedly and a large smile was plastered on the face as he gazed up.
"Morning, Mommy!" The little bubble of contentment grew larger and Ichigo patted the boy on the head tenderly.
"Good morning." The orange-haired man sat up, yawning and stretched his arms from being in the same position for the last hour. He flopped back down on the bed, his orange locks scattering along the comfortable pillow. "Alright, Sagai. Why don't you go downstairs and watch some TV while mommy and daddy get up?"
"Okay!" The little child shot up and ran out of the room before being told twice.
Ichigo let out a small chuckle, sliding his feet over the side, stretching again and reached over to the side where a comb was at. Shirosaki smirked, taking this distracted moment to wrap his arms around the hybrid's chest, squeezing tightly in amusement. But before he could try anything, the orange-haired man slammed an elbow into the albino's stomach, getting him to back off. Ichigo stood up and put on his clothes for the day, heading out the bedroom, ignoring his groaning lover. As he went down the stairs to the kitchen, he peaked at his son, who was indeed watching TV (some cartoon). Smiling, he opened the refrigerator and yanked out some cold water to drink.
"Oi, prince."
Ichigo glanced out of the little window from the kitchen, watching Shirosaki flop onto the couch next to Sagai, still cradling his aching side. He shaked his head when the boy jumped onto his father's lap, giggling loudly, the little fingers clasping onto the shirt. The substitute shinigami could only smile.
Yes, it's done. This one is the fastest I've done. I had a tough time thinking up of a name for the little spawn. I'm not sure how long this fanfic will last but whenever I get little ideas for their average day, it'll be going here. Hope you liked it.
Plus I'll gladly try any ideas from any of you guys if you offer, any scenes or things.
