Title: Call Me Irresponsible
Summary: AU Sequel to Let's Call the Whole Thing Off, Based on the song Call Me Irresponsible by Michael Buble. Now their worlds are the same but they're worlds apart. Will the secret she's kept for four years bring them together or drive them further apart? IchiRuki
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach… that right belongs to the author… whose name I cannot remember right now…
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Chapter: Do You Know?
He rolled over in his bed, his hand rubbed his face and eyes roughly as he stretched. He rubbed his chin, feeling the stubble there. The striker stood up and stretched luxuriously into the air, feeling no shame that he had just stretched in front of the unshaded window completely naked, he chuckled, it would give the busy bodies in his neighbor hood something to do. He turned his head and the woman that was in his bed yawned lightly and smiled at him.
"Good morning," she spoke and he grinned.
"I'm going to have a shower… I'll come pick you up tonight," he smiled and she nodded. The carrot-top walked into his bathroom and shut the door.
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The door opened and Renji walked in, he was about to shout until he saw his best friend lying on the couch. In her arms was a little black haired boy, wearing a pair of blue and white pinstriped pajamas. His head was resting on her breast, his face angelic as he slept. Renji smiled, he had been sick the day before, she must have stayed up all night to take care of him. The redhead walked over and pulled the blanket up over them with a smile. The TV, set on a cartoon channel, played Bugs Bunny. Renji laughed a little then turned it off.
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Ichigo rubbed his temples as he stepped out of the shower, he stretched again and yawned, the towel around his waist held on by a knot. His face clean shaven, his hair clean, his body shining, he felt good. A phone rang somewhere in the room. 'we'll raise up our glasses singin'… whisky for my men… beer for my horses…' Ichigo dove across the room to his jeans and he grabbed them, falling on his back with the jeans on his stomach as the song played again, "Kurosaki, go." He answered it.
"Ichigo!" He heard his PR call jovially from the other line. He chuckled, Soi Fon was always happy to talk to him.
"Hey Soi… what's up?" He asked as he stood up and walked over to the TV in his hotel suite and turned it on.
"Are you still coming to the premiere tonight? You know you have to!" Soi Fon sounded excited.
"Yeah… I'll make sure I come Soi… but you know how hard it is to draw myself away from you…" he chuckled into the phone as he practically heard her blush.
"Get over yourself Kurosaki!" He laughed. "Anyways… I have a new suit for you… just put something other than your towel on…" he looked down at his towel.
"But I like my towel!" He protested.
"Just put on some clean boxers!"
"Oh no… I'm gonna put on some dirty ones!" He joked and he heard her scoff.
"I'm coming up!" He heard the elevator ding from the background.
"OH NO! She's coming! Everybody panic!"
"Is the flavor of the week gone?" She asked and he laughed.
"She's been gone for a good hour…" He sighed then looked over at the television.
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Rukia stirred from her position on the couch, her eyes fluttering open. Her four year old son looked up at her from his position in her arms. "Good morning mommy!" He chirruped.
"Good morning Kaien." She grumbled eliciting a laugh from the other side of the room. Renji sat on the easy chair and she grumbled something else under her breath which made her son laugh.
"What did you say about me Rukia?" Renji blinked over at her. The dancer whispered something else to her son who laughed again. "Hey! What are you two talking about over there!"
"Nothing Renji! Good morning!" The black haired midget made his way towards Renji and pummeled him in the stomach.
"Oof! Good morning!" Renji laughed as the child's arms wrapped around his hips and butt. The little body below him was trembling with innumerable amounts of energy.
"Are you coming to mommy's premiere tonight?" He looked up at him from somewhere near his crotch. Renji nearly let himself crack a grin because the kid was so oblivious.
"Of course I am," the redhead picked up the four-year-old and rested him on his hip. "Are you?" He asked and Kaien giggled.
"Duuuh!" Kaien's arms wrapped around Renji's neck and Rukia stood up tiredly.
"Renji… give him to me… he has to have his bath…" Rukia's eyes were beginning to be shadowed from not sleeping the past couple of nights.
"I'll give him his bath… you go to bed," he smacked her rump in the direction of her bedroom.
"But Renji! I'm his mother… I have to give him a bath!" Rukia protested half heartedly.
"Mommy! Renji's smelly too! He can have a bath with me!" The four-year old giggled at her. "Bed!" He pointed.
"You heard the kid… go to bed mommy," Renji almost snorted, even after four years of hearing it he still thought it was funny that Rukia was "mommy".
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"…according to the critics today's premiere of 'She Loves Me Not' starring and debuting Rukia Kuchiki in her first ever film piece is going to hit the box offices huge. The petite dancer has become internationally known for her dancing skills, able to make even the most closed off audiences warm up to her, and for her beautiful voice, she released her first international album two years ago, and painting skills. Now perhaps she'll be known for her acting. When asked about her upcoming debut the dancer replied, "I try not to worry to much… I mean on stage everyone can see how badly you screw up… on the camera its only the best takes that make it into the movie so I can't possibly do anything wrong!" When asked about after parties her reply was as follows:" A video clip of Rukia and a small boy came up on the screen.
"I never go to after parties for very long… I find I don't have the time… my son is the most important thing to me and I would never make him go to a place where there is a lot of adults drinking alcohol and smoking…" She replied with a smile.
"Ichigo what are yo…" She stopped as she saw what he was watching, the petite dancer and her son. The camera zoomed in on the child and she saw his eyes widen.
"He's my son." Was all she got out of him, the Armani suit that hung on her arm nearly fell to the floor.
"How do you know that striker?" She questioned.
"I just know… he's the right age…the only person that she had ever had sex with at that time was me…" He felt his eyes grow sad and his heart clenched. They had a son.
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Renji and Kaien made their way out of the bathroom, soaked to the bone, treading on the chic cream colored carpet to find Rukia, sound asleep on her bed. "Shhh…" Renji shushed him. And Kaien giggled.
"You shhh!" He laughed as Renji scooted him down the hallway. Kaien giggled as Renji pushed him into his bedroom. The entire room was a kid's paradise, Rukia had made sure that her child had everything that she didn't. His bed, a soft puff covered in sheets was what Renji called it, was rectangular like most beds but it had rounded edges making it rather like an oval. It was elevated nearly six feet off the ground on a loft that extended out across half the room. Thusly giving him more room to play. The bed was next to a bay window which was complete with a shelf for his books and other things. The little boy, after getting his underwear put on, scrambled up the ladder and disappeared onto the other side of the loft. Renji slapped his forehead. The loft was sturdy enough to hold himself, the boy and Rukia but he really didn't like heights.
"So… Renji! When are we going?" Kaien slid down the ladder, something wrapped in his arms. Renji blinked as the kid walked over. "Do you know what I got?" He grinned.
"What?" Renji leaned forward, expecting it to be a book or something.
"A Manchester Jersey!" He held up the shirt, it was a small Reds jersey just fit for him. "I can wear it now when I watch their games!" He grinned. Renji shook his head. The kid loved Manchester United… little did he know that their most famous striker was his father. Of course… Rukia had never told him who his father was, she had made sure that he didn't know. She had promised herself that she would tell him when he was older.
"So… you wanna go get some breakfast and leave your momma alone for a while?" Renji grinned, his hands on his hips. The little boy grinned. He had been sick with the flu for almost a week and he felt bad for making his mother stay home with him.
"Yeah! She's asleep now… we can get some and get back before she wakes up!" Renji reached over to help him as he stumbled putting on his clothes. As he was nearly five calling him a little kid was almost insulting. The kid was already learning three languages from his mother and he was more articulate that any child Renji had ever met. He pulled up his pants for him.
"Hold up your arms!" Renji commanded and the boy lifted his arms as Renji slid the Manchester jersey over his head and arms.
"YEAAH!" He cheered but then closed his mouth. He was afraid to wake up his mother.
"C'mon footie-boy," Renji, dressed in jeans and a short sleeved red shirt that read "Danseur" in orange letters across the chest, lifted the kid up and rested him on his shoulders. The shirt had been a joke from Rukia and he had decided it was funny. The redhead chuckled as he walked down the hallway. The two looked in on Rukia who was sound asleep on her bed. Renji smiled, she was so beautiful when she was asleep.
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"SOI! I'm telling you! Find out which after party she's going to be going to!" He nearly shouted into the phone.
"And I'm telling you that she doesn't go to after parties… she usually has her own private party in the Roof Garden at the Peninsula Beverly Hills…" She sighed exasperatedly. The footballer was getting a little impatient. "Are you sure that you don't want me to just contact her PR and ask to get a…"
"NO! She won't see me! I know it… so just let me do this on my own… can you get me into her party?" Ichigo was stopped in traffic, his rental car, an Aston Martin V8 Roadster was already taking a beating as he slammed his hand on the horn. The woman in front of him was hesitating crossing the street in her new car.
"Yeah… I can try Kurosaki… but why are you so adamant about getting in if she won't talk to you?" She asked as she typed in something on the computer.
"Because… I have to know why she didn't tell me about our son," his knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel.
"How do you know it's yours Kurosaki… did you ever think that maybe she had another relationship after you?"
"Listen to me Soi… I'm telling you that that little boy is my son… he's the spitting image!" He snarled into the phone as he sped off after the woman in front of him.
"Alright… so he looks a little like you…"
"A LITTLE?" He roared and she almost shrunk away from the phone. "The kid is my offspring… I think I deserve to know about him!"
"Look… don't get nasty to me! Save it for your ex alright?"
"Fine… just get me into that party… and don't call back until you do!" He hung up. He swerved into the front of the hotel and slammed to a stop.
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Rukia whimpered in her sleep, her body twisting slightly. "Ichigo…" She whispered under her breath. "Ichigo… I told you to stop that…" Her back arced up a little as she laughed.
One of his hands easily made its way to her breast, gently massaging the soft mound of flesh while his other hand made its way down, slipping between her legs. "Don't do tha-ah!" Two of his fingers dipped in and he grinned, pulling her up a little so that her buttocks rested on the counter. "Ichigo!" She trembled, her voice shaking in his ears so deliciously that he wished the reverberations would continue. "Sto-op!" She whined, her voice told him to keep going but she was telling him to stop.
"You really want me to?" He whispered in her ear before nipping and licking the tender lobe. She groaned something incoherently and he chuckled as his fingers moved faster, he was determined to get something out of this moment even if it wasn't real sex.
"Yes," she muttered back but his hand shifted, moving rougher than it had before and instead her arms wrapped around his neck. "Ichigo!" He grumbled back and then kissed her neck, leaning her back to press her back against the cold counter, his body between her legs.
Her body twisted in ecstasy as her memories flooded over her. She snapped her head back and her eyes opened, her chest heaving. She found herself missing the dream… Her body felt weak, her legs trembling. She figured it was just pent up sexual energy… she walked into her bathroom, her hands still shaking.
"What the hell is wrong with me? It's been nearly five fucking years since I saw him…" She looked herself in the eye.
"I promise… I would break it… you are extremely precious to me Rukia…" she heard his voice in her head. "Yeah well you did Ichigo…" She nearly felt herself cry.
"I'm worried about momma…" Renji looked over at the little boy. They sat at a café across from one another, Renji's eggs and sausage in front of him and Kaien's pancakes soaked in syrup.
"Don't worry about your mother… she's a strong woman…" Renji grinned and took a drink from his coffee mug.
"But lately she's taken to shutting herself in her room for a couple of hours… I know she's in there crying… I know she is because I can hear her sometimes…" He looked sad. "And at night now I hear her whispering a name everyone in a while, the same name she says when she's crying…" The little boy leaned his elbow on the table, mimicking his mother's best friend.
"Ichigo…" Renji nearly gasped as he saw the orange haired young man walk by.
"That's the name… she says…" He cut a piece of his pancake off.
"No! Ichigo!" Renji turned and the orange haired man turned around to set his eyes on Renji.
"Renji?" He sounded surprised. He, now in a stunned silence, walked over to the redhead and sat down.
"Well… I would offer you a seat but since you already took that li..ber…ty…" Renji watched curiously as Ichigo leaned over to Kaien.
"Hi… what's your name?" Ichigo questioned, his eyes sad.
"Kaien Kuchiki… YOU'RE ICHIGO KUROSAKI!" He squealed. "I watched your game against the Citizens last week and you were awesome! Taking that hat trick the way you did! I always wanted to learn how to play soccer!" He turned to Renji. "You never told me you knew Ichigo!" He turned back to Ichigo. "So what's it like being famous? Do you like all the team members?"
"You sure talk a lot…" Ichigo laughed sadly and Renji noticed what a toll this was having on him. He had figured out that Rukia hadn't told Kaien who his father was. "So… is this your dad?"
"NO! That's Renji!" He laughed hysterically. "He's my momma's best friend," Ichigo smiled with a nod, the little boy was adorable.
"So… where's your dad?" Ichigo almost bit his lip as he waited for Kaien's answer.
"I dunno… but the paparazzi really like to bother me about it… they're always asking mommy who my father is… but she just ignores them…" He chuckled then went back to eating.
"So are you coming to the premiere tonight? Is that why you're in town?" Renji changed the subject and Ichigo looked over at him.
"Yeah… my PR told me that I should do it since it was good publicity," Ichigo's eyes were not on Renji, however, his sight was fixated on the little boy next to him.
"Will you sign my shirt?" Ichigo heard from behind him.
"I'll sign anything you want…" Ichigo's amber eyes were sad, more depressed than anything Renji had ever seen. The footballer reached over with the black marker her carried with him and signed the little boy's shirt easily and on the one place he knew it would never wash off, across his own name on the shirt.
"Thank you!" The little boy chirruped. Ichigo stood up.
"See you later… I have to go do something for a friend of mine… please… don't tell her that I was here…" He looked off into the distance. "See 'ya big guy… keep on dreaming… and I'll see you on the TV." He chuckled and walked off. Renji watched him walk and noticed that the once assured and rather cocky stride of the footballer was much more depressed, his shoulders were rather slouched and his hands were in his pockets. He ignored Kaien to think then picked up his cell phone.
"Yeah… it's Renji… Byakuya… call in the paparazzi… tell them that the need to be at the Peninsula Beverly Hills at around 9 PM… got that?"
"What are you planning Abarai?" He heard from the other line.
"A little family get together…" Renji grinned over at the little boy.