Dear Journal…

I, Byakuya Kuchiki, had enough! For several weeks she had been gone and today Renji and I found her… almost human. She had no power at all. How pathetic!
As a Kuchiki she should know the rules… even if it is the end of her. She may look like… Hisana. But she is not like her.
Hisana, I'm sorry…

Dear Journal

That… that boy! Oh, he can just push my buttons! I told myself 67 years ago I would become the ultimate Kuchiki, but I just want to kick his ass! And then he gives me the speech on protecting someone!

What the hell does he want! I swear he is in love with her!

Dear Journal

I have been beaten.

Dear Journal

The Seireitei sees him as an official Substitute Shinigami. I still want to kill him!

Dear Journal

Maybe… nah I still want to kick his ass!

Ichigo was laughing as he flipped through the most prized position of Byakuya Kuchiki… his diary! He really hates me… the thought drifted through Ichigo's head as he continued flipping.

"Oh wait… 'Dear Journal. The boy shows some pride after all. I still want to kick his ass for almost getting Rukia killed'…" His voice wondered off, it had been so many years since that fight in Hueco Mundo. And he still felt really bad about it.

"Ichigo! Byakuya's here!" Her voice rang through the house. OH shit!

Quickly closing the diary, of journal as Byakuya believed, he threw it under his queen size bed, quickly making his way downstairs. Rukia was wearing a bright purple dress and a silver necklace. He quickly admired her and got lost in his thoughts. It has been a few years that they have been married, and yet each time he saw her, he still felt his heart skip a beat. She was his, and he was proud of that little fact.

"Kurosaki." The voice belonged to none other than his brother in-law, Byakuya Kuchiki. Byakuya had reluctantly agreed for Ichigo to marry Rukia, mainly because he had a little help from the future.

"Byakuya" He nodded; standing staring at each other, not making a move, the tension grew.

"Would you two cut it out." At her command both men turned to her and cocked an eyebrow and continued to ignore her.

"UNCLE BYA!"

Two 3 year olds ran as fast as they could straight into Byakuya, sending him back a few meters. The twins had always enjoyed tackling their uncle to the ground, something they learned from their father. Yuki was the strong, protective little girl and Tensa was the thinker of the two, but when family came to visit, all they wanted was to play.

"Tensa and Yuki!" Rukia shouted from the kitchen. "You will wake Hisana up!" Not doing the same as she was telling her childern to do, Hisana – the small, newly born baby in a crib in the living room - started crying; loudly. Rukia quickly ran to her, picked her up and started to lull her back to sleep.

"Sorry." Both the youngsters replied. "Uncle look what we found in Daddy's room" Ichigo's eyes quickly snapped to his daughter holding up a book he was flipping through earlier.

"Oh shit!"

"Ichigo, what did I tell you about your language in front of the children." But before the message could reach Ichigo... he was outside the door running away from what looked like pink flower petals.

Dear Journal

I almost killed him...