My first fic. Please review and point out my mistakes. *puppy eyes*
I don't know what the flan part has to do with anything...
Flan
They were eating flan. Renji, Byakuya, Rukia and Shinji, that is. They sat around the Kurosaki's dining table, forks in hand, staring at the gelatinous mass before them.
"What the hell is that supposed to be?"
"Flan. A pastry commonly indulged in Mexico and South America."
"How'd it get here, Nii-sama?"
"How's he supposed to know...? Hmm, it's not bad."
"Sado-kun dropped it off this morning. I think he made it himself..."
"Shut up Vaizard."
"Geez, I can't imagine Chad cooking."
"Try it. It's good."
The voices drifted upstairs, catching the attention of one Kurosaki Isshin.
"Goddamit! I wanted that flan! Freeloaders..."
Meanwhile, in the household strawberry's quarters, a very different scene was taking place.
"What the hell's your problem? You stop a fight out of nowhere and refuse to hit me back? What kind of baka are you?"
Kurosaki Ichigo, Substitute Shinigami, turned to look at the raving arrancar who was clambering in through the window. The last of the sun's rays threw highlights over his dishevelled hair, causing it to light up like azure fireworks. It was mesmerizing.
"Will you shut up? You do know there are four people downstairs who would just love to kick your sorry ass."
"What do you care? I could take them all with my hands tied!"
"Wow, now I feel flattered. Am I the only person you've ever so pitifully lost to?"
That was the last straw for Grimmjow. With a growl, he launched himself at his carrot-topped enemy, sending them both crashing into the closet.
"What the fuck man? I told you, I'm not in the mood."
"I don't give a shit! You'll do whatever I want you to do!"
Suddenly, the door to the room burst open to reveal an embarrassed looking Urahara and a startled, yet strangely prideful looking Isshin.
"Oh my!" exclaimed the shop owner, hiding his face behind his signature fan. "I'll leave you two alone."
"Son! Is this what you do with ghosts now? I'm so happy!" Inside, Kurosaki Isshin was laughing hysterically at the look on his son's face once he realized what they thought was going on.
"What?!" He was lying on his back, legs spread wide, straddling the Espada wha had his face buried in the berry's neck. "Get the fuck off me you freak!"
"Who the hell are you calling a freak? Why are you straddling me?"
And so the flurry of blows began. The sixth managed to throw Ichigo out the window, giving him a chance to release his zanpakutou.
"Now this is more like it!" he bellowed, his trademark maniacal grin spreading over his face.
"GETSUGA TENSHOU!" was the berry's response.
"Ah, those two," Urahara chuckled, fanning himself innocently, although it was actually quite cool.
"For a second there, I thought my son was gay."
"Ha! You wish. He's madly in love with Rukia-san."
"What?! His own sister??"
"Oh shut up."
With that, Urahara Kisuke leaned over and pecked his lover's lips. He laughed. "Your son was so flustered, he didn't even question my being in his house in the first place. He's truly so much like you."
"No way. Maybe he's bi?"
"That'd explain a lot..."