This is what happened when I can't sleep. Totall crack. Maybe OOC. No flames please, just a story for fun
Isshin had just grabbed the handle of his son's door when he froze, a shout emanating from within Ichigo's room. The bearded man had brought a plate of food up to Ichigo, at Yuzu's insistence, as Ichigo had missed dinner.
"GET IT OUT, ICHIGO!!"
Isshin's eyes widened in surprise. That was Rukia, his "third daughter". What in the world was she doing in Ichigo's room at this hour?
"Would you be quiet!" Isshin was just barely able to hear his son through the door. Eternally curious, he pressed his to the door, plate of food teetering precariously on his hand, forgotten.
"GET IT OUT, I SAID!" The small girl paid Ichigo's hissed plea no attention.
Get it out? Isshin's eyebrows nearly disappeared into his hair. What in the world was it? It couldn't possibly be…
"I'm trying! It would be easier if you stopped squirming!" The orange haired boy growled.
"But I can feel it in there!!" Rukia whimpered.
"No shit….STOP MOVING!" Ichigo yelled, ignoring his own advice. "YOU'RE JUST MAKING IT HARDER!"
A small line of blood began to trickle down from Isshin's nose. It couldn't be… Was his son finally becoming a man?
"Ichigooooooo! Hurry up! I can't stand this!"
"I think I got it…AH HA!" Ichigo exclaimed triumphantly.
"That's disgusting!! Clean it up, would you." Rukia's tone implied it was not a question.
"Yeah, yeah." Ichigo muttered darkly. "Hand me those tissues over there."
"I hope you didn't get any on my clothes."
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A loud thump and the sound of glass breaking outside the door caught both of the shinigami's attention. Ichigo stalked to the door and yanked it open, surprised to find his father crumpled outside. Tears streamed down the side of his face despite his seemingly unconscious state. Copious amounts of blood poured from his nose, staining the floor.
"What the hell?" Ichigo didn't know what he'd been expecting to find when he opened the door but this was definitely not something he'd have guessed.
"What's wrong?" Rukia poked her head around the corner. "What happened to him?"
Ichigo shrugged. "No clue." As Isshin began to stir he quickly slammed the door shut. "And I don't wanna know." He strode across the room and flopped ungracefully on his bed. "And you're welcome."
Not liking his tone, Rukia threw a book at Ichigo.
He just barely managed to deflect it. "Fine! Next time a spider falls down the back your shirt I won't help you!"
