A silly little one shot for my blessed fans

I don't own Bleach.


Ukitake hadn't believed it, until he saw it. The tacky little shop on the outskirts of the tiny town, the implausible fact that he had received an invitation regarding his medication. Unohana had approved, and while he didn't mind seeing an old friends again, there was the bounding law that they were banished and criminals in the eyes of the 46. However, the visit could be documented as merely a supply run orchestrated between the Gotei's chief of medicine and her number one patient.

Smiling, Ukitake walked to the shop and knocked.

He expected to see the smiling old face of Urahara or even Tessai, maybe even the Flash Goddess herself. Instead, the person to answer the knock was a small child.

Kaien, Ukitake thought instantly. The boy looked exactly like his deceased lieutenant, though possibly only five or six years old, with orange hair and amber eyes instead of Kaien's black and brown. The little boy was staring at him, and Ukitake realized he himself was also staring as if they were in a contest.

"Uhhh..."

The boy panicked, his hair standing up like in those odd books Kuchiki showed him, and he suddenly ran inside, closing the door in Ukitake's face.

A moment later the door reopened, and Urahara Kisuke stood in front of Ukitake. After 100 years he looked no different, only his clothing had change. He wore a green-striped hat that covered his eyes, comfortable robes and sandals. Ukitake could just see the young Kaien look-a-like hiding behind Urahara.

"Ah! Look who's finally showed up!" Kisuke joked. "Long time no see Taichou!"

"Likewise, Urahara-san."

"Come on in! We can chat in the back," Urahara pulled a fan out of nowhere and hide his face. "Wouldn't want anyone seeing you out here, would we?"

Ukitake shook his head and followed the blond man inside the shop.

"You've already met Ichigo-kun," Urahara motioned to the boy hiding behind his robe. "He's a bit shy around new people but he'll come around quickly. Ichigo-kun." Urahara addressed the boy. "Go into the store room and fetch Ukitake-san's medicine. It's near the back with his name on it."

The boy nodded, wearily looking at Ukitake before running off.

Urahara smiled, "Kids, eh? Take a seat in the next room, I'll get Tessai to make some tea."

Ukitake nodded and sat himself down, looking around the small living room. There was a few throw pillows and a blanket piled in the corner, a black cat keeping them guard as it slept. It seemed that Kisuke had made a comfortable living for himself in his exile. He had so many questions for his old comrade, even if he knew most f them wouldn't be answered.

"Here we go!" Speak of the devil, Urahara walked into the room, setting a small pot and two cups on the table as he sat next to Ukitake. He poured them both a cup of the hot brew, Ukitake taking his gratefully.

"I never thought you two would settle down," he said, taking a sip of the tea.

Urahara looked at him funny, "Eh?"

"Your son looks nothing like you or Yoruichi-san, to be honest I thought he was related to the Shiba's if anything."

Kisuke chocked on his drink, "W-what!? Oh, no! He's not mine, or Yoruichi's! We sort of just adopted him actually. Godchild and that sort."

"Then his parents?"

"Recently I'm afraid."

The thought made Ukitake sad, that some young couple of shinigami had been able to settle down, only to spend so few years with their child. It was surprising to hear that two officers had found the time to settle down in the human world, but it wasn't unheard of.

A thought occurred to Ukitake, "What squad did they belong to?"

"Oh they weren't part of the Gotei. They were just humans."

"Then how-"

"He has a very high spiritual pressure. For some odd reason he was born like that. Don't tell anyone though."

Ukitake was stunned, a human child that could see shinigami. If the 46 knew about this... Well. He could understand why Kisuke would want it a secret. Ukitake always had a soft sot for children.

"How is everyone?" he asked.

"Good, good. I still do business with some of the shinigami who come through here, and Ichigo keeps us on our toes. Things are much easier than they were back then. Much less paper work too."

"I'd bet. Things in Soul Society have been fairing well. We haven't had any major problems with hollows, it seems we've hit an age of relative peace."

"Really? I hope so. I don't think I can handle another war just yet."

"You've never been in a war."

Kisuke smiled mischievously, "That you know of."

"I assume you've kept in contact with Hirako and the others?"

Kisuke nodded. Ukitake was one of the few in Soul Society that he (and Shinji though he wouldn't admit it) trusted with how his life in the Human World was faring. Jushiro was one of the most trustworthy people Urahara had ever met.

"Yep, though don't expect me to tell you where they are exactly. Hiyori-san would have my head if she knew I told a shinigami too much about them."

Jushiro chuckled, "Yes I'm sure she would. She has always been fairly spirited."

"Ha ha, not really the word I would use to describe Hiyori-san. Speaking of old lieutenants, did you finally convince Shiba-san?"

The mention of Kaien tore a hole in Jushiro's heart, his gaze melting. Kisuke understood the situation instantly.

"I'm sorry."

"No, it was my fault. His family has suffered far too much in the last century, I only wish there was more I could have done."

Kisuke nodded. The Shiba's had lost more family members than they realized. First Kaien, then Isshin and the massacre and the families demotion from the Five (now Four) Great Clans. The cat in the corner of the room stretched and left the room. A moment later, Ichigo walked in, the black cat with him, and handed a small bag to Urahara.

"Ah there it is!" Kisuke thanked the boy. "Here you go Taichou-san, one fresh order of special medicine as supplied by the Urahara Shouten! It's been a pleasure doing business with you."

Ukitake took the bag from Kisuke, "Thank you Kisuke. I'll make sure to pass the word to Unohana-taichou." He stood up and followed Kisuke to the front of the shop, though not before giving Ichigo some candy and a big smile. Jushiro really wished they had more time to talk, but if he delayed any longer then someone was bound to come looking for him (Sentaro and Kiyone most likely) and he had agreed not to draw attention to Urahara's home. He opened a senkimon three blocks from the shouten, for once in his life looking forward to the next time he felt ill.


The first chapter of my new one-shot series. This is a continuation of my Desperate Situation fic (I'm rewriting the latest update I hated it), so if you want to understand this more I suggest you go read that too and please leave a review.

I already have another one-shot planned out so hopefully I can get it out as fast as possible. Please feel free to message me about idea's for future one-shots!

Thanks for reading!