A/N: Hi guys, I'm Pakkun. I'm sharing accounts with Johru since she's been too lazy to update her stories. I know that she's the type to write Van/Ven stories from Kingdom Hearts; however, I on the other hand, have an exquisite taste for IchiHitsu.

Toshiro: The only reason why Pakkun-san is writing this story is because he finished crying over a Korean Drama he watched with Johru last night.
Author: *gasp* that is so not true!
Ichigo: And if the story line does get familiar to you, then, you know who to blame.
Ichigo & Toshiro: But remember, don't blame JOHRU, blame PAKKUN!
Author: ~menacing tone~ I'm going to kill one of you in this story.
Ichigo: *gulp* Never mind, forget what we both said.
Toshiro: Pakkun doesn't own Bleach nor the story line that he's about to unfold.
Ichigo: Oh, look, he ran away. Let's go chase after him, Toshiro.
Toshiro: IT'S HITSUGAYA-TAICHOU TO YOU, BAKA.

The Snow Prince
Prologue – Melted Ice
Ichigo's Point of View

Everything's at peace for the past two years, and Kori-chan's growing up. She's five years old now. How did I have a daughter? Well, I believe you're going to have to figure that out by your own. A young prodigy once told me that she was the most beautiful thing in the world. When we found her, she was wrapped around a warm, sparkling, white coat, and she had the resemblance of Toshiro and me. When she opened her eyes, she mumbled, "K-Kori!" reaching for his hand and mines, and that's how we decided to name her Kori.

My silver blue-haired daughter came up to me from the Kitchen and tugged on my shirt. "Ichi-tou, what's that?"
I laughed, "It's a video camera," I smiled as I adjusted the lenses. When I finished, I proceeded to sitting down on the sofa.
"What're you going to do?" she asked curiously as she raised her eyebrows. I ruffled her hair in reply.
"I'm going to make a video for you when you grow up." I reached for the button at the end of the technology.
"Can I be in it with you?" her chocolate eyes pleaded. I frowned when silence became my best friend.
"Fine," I sighed in defeat, grabbing her from her waist and sat her on my lap.
"Yay!"

The camera shuns a red light, the recording started.

I grabbed her right arm gently and waved it in the air. "Say hi to papa, Kori."
She waved happily to the camera, her hair strands slightly poking her nose. "Hi Papa- Toushi—Ah, Ah, CHOO!"

I chuckled and grabbed the edge of my shirt, wiping her snot off her adorable face. She smiled sheepishly and grinned just like I used to during my younger days. After a few minutes, I tied her hair into one pig tail. She turned her body to look at me, "Arigatou Ichi-tou!"

I shook my head and smiled slightly, "Iie, douitashimashite."

"Hi old me!" Kiro giggled at the camera. "This is Ichi-tou! And he's the best dad ever!"

"And just what're you two gawking about? He's not the only best dad!" A cold but warm and playful voice echoed from the kitchen.

Kiro leaped from my lap and I watched her run to the kitchen only to reveal my spiky white-haired lover, wearing an apron, being dragged across the living room to me by Kiro. His right hand was covered with a black oven mitt which meant that he was obviously preparing dinner. It's December 19, and tomorrow's Toshiro's birthday. I can now smell the sweet scent of strawberry mixed with the aroma of tea.

"So, who's the best dad?" Toshiro growled as Kiro smiled happily, not minding the man's complaint.

I stood up from the sofa and reached for his soft cheeks, brushing my finger tips as I caress them. Kiro whistled—even if it wasn't really a whistle, it was more of an "fft". Toshiro and I chuckled and I leaned in closer to press my lips against his.

"You're the best dad," I cooed, smirking when I realized that I made my lover blush.
"Don't forget, you're also a dad, Kurosaki," he said as he turned around and faced the camera.
"Why thank you, appreciate it,"
"Kiro, never forget us okay?" The retired-captain smiled sadly even though our human death is far from coming.

Kiro tugged at my pants this time, "Ichi-tou? How'd you and papa find me?"
He and I gave each other a surprised glance then looked down at our daughter. "How did we find you?"
"Rukia-ba told me that two boys can't have a baby because they have the same private," she said innocently.

"Why that ingrate chap—…-" Toshiro blushed furiously at this, and I laughed at his reaction. I sat back down as I grabbed Kiro, lifted her shirt slightly and started poking her side. She started giggling, and then her giggles turned into adorable laughter. Toshiro sat next to me after that, watching the pleasant sight of me, and Kiro in pure happiness. He thinks I didn't catch him smile, but I did.

"I saw that," I gawked, Kiro didn't notice the vein popping out from his papa's forehead.
"Shut up," he grumbled as he took off the oven mitt. "Kiro, we'll tell you how we found you."
I agreed and kissed Kiro's forehead forgetting that the camera was still on. "We don't want you to grow up thinking that your father and I were unfaithful to each other."
Toshiro nodded in agreement this time. Kiro looked at us with pure interest as she laid her head on my chest. We both looked at each other and nodded once again. I smiled at him to notify him to start the story.

"It all started when Yama-jii gave my division another chance to live life on Earth, keeping our shinigami positions…" he said softly.
I fixed Kiro's dress and Toshiro rolled his eyes as he continued. "I said goodbye to baa-san, and she told me never to forget about the story she once used to tell me."

"What story was that?" her innocent voice asked, I yawned quietly, not wanting to feel the temperature drop in the room.

"It's about a prince who had a cold heart and trusted no one, not even his friends, not even his people…"