Saya: Yeah, I was depressed lately, but I'm over it. So, we have a story that involves mpreg! Well, the aftermath of it. Sorry to those if anyone had high hopes of reading one. Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own the series Bleach, but this story belongs to me! Kufufufufu!!!

Who's My Mom?

"Daddy, daddy!" A little girl shouted, running up to a spiky, orange-haired figure. She wore the Karakura Elementary School's uniform with a red backpack slinging over her shoulders. Handing a paper to her 'daddy,' he smiled, ruffling her white hair.

"I'm so proud of you, getting an A+ on your math test," he told his daughter gently. "You did better than me when I was in school!"

"Really? I can't be smarter than you daddy!" Suddenly, she was in the strong arms of her father, and walked towards the kitchen, where dinner awaited them on the small, square table.

"Today's dinner is kitsune udon tonight!"

"Yay!" As the two headed towards the table, they sat at opposite ends, yelling, " Itadakimasu!" Splitting the chopsticks, the little girl took a noodle, and slurped it into her mouth.

"Hm! It's great daddy!"

"Really? I'm glad you like it."

"Anything daddy makes is the best!"

"Aw, I'm not that great Keiko," he said modestly, taking a noodle in his mouth. "The chefs on television are better than me."

"That's because they're professionals, but whatever daddy tries to make is special!"

Daddy stopped eating. "Oh? Why is that?"

Keiko beamed with a bright smile. "Because you make your meals with love!"

'Daddy' stared at his daughter with a shocked expression, but smiled gently at her words. "Thank you Keiko. That made my day," he replied, looking into those turquoise eyes. She staring to look like him with each day...

"Oh yeah, daddy," she called out.

Snapping out of his thoughts, the father looked at his child.

"Where's my mommy?" The long-awaited question was finally spoken. Daddy never saw this coming; he was hoping his child would never have to know about him, but now she asked, he felt obligated to say something.

"Keiko," her father addressed. "I'll tell you all about your 'mother' during bedtime. How's that?"

"Okay!" Soon, Keiko finished her dinner, and jumped off her chair. "I'm going to take a bath now!"

"Sure, you go on, and do that," daddy said happily. As she ran up the stairs, something ran down his face.

"Huh?" When he placed his chopsticks down, his hand felt something wet coming from the corner of his eyes as more fell from his face, hitting the soup. "Why am I crying?" Wiping them away only resulted in more tears until he was silently weeping. He was glad Keiko couldn't see him right now. He needed to be strong for her sake...for their sake.

Unknown to him, someone was watching him in his sobbing state in silence. "Daddy..." Holding her toiletries tightly, Keiko wanted to dash down the stairs to give him the biggest hug. After these seven years her father raised her, she never once saw him complain, or cry about it. Now, it was her turn to make her father happy instead of the other way around.

Quietly, Keiko walked towards a phone in the hallway, and grabbed it. Rushing towards the bathroom, she dropped her stuff on the counter, and pressed the buttons on the device. Placing it next to her ear, the little girl waited for the receiver to pick up.

"Hello?" A mischievous voice said into the phone.

"Hi Rukia!"

"Oh Keiko! Hi sweetie," the raven-haired woman greeted happily. "I was about to call you guys. Anyway, what's up with you guys? I haven't been able to talk to you for days now."

"It's great! It's almost summer break!"

"Oh, we got to go to the beach then, along with the others!"

"Yeah!" Keiko realized why she needed to call her father's best friend in the first place. "Rukia, something's wrong with daddy."

"Ichigo? What happened?"

"When I asked daddy a question, and left the table to wash up, daddy started to cry."

"That's strange," she replied solemnly. "What was the question you asked him?"

"I asked where my mommy is," Keiko told Rukia. "I wanted to know because everyone at school said they were either living with their daddy, mommy, or both."

"I see," the woman replied, running a hand through her hair in frustration. That subject that Ichigo feared would one day be coming back to haunt him was now, and threw him into unnecessary tears. All because of that idiot.

"Rukia, what should I do? I never meant to make daddy sad," the little girl said hurtfully.

"Don't worry about it Keiko," Rukia answered. "I know you would never try to make him cry. Right now, he needs someone to comfort him, and only you can do it."

Keiko nodded, understanding what to do. "Thanks Rukia!" After saying goodbye to her, she went out of the bathroom, putting the phone on its stead in the hallway. Peeking downstairs, she found her daddy still crying.

Rukia's words repeated in her mind, and she found herself running down the stairs, hugging her distressed father.

"Keiko?! I thought you were taking a bath," Ichigo replied, wondering why his daughter is hugging him.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"Huh?" He looked down to see her almost in tears.

"I wanted to know what mommy was like, but I never wanted to hurt your feelings!" Keiko cried into his chest, and soon, her father stopped crying, instead smiling happily.

Patting her head, Ichigo said, "It's okay Keiko, I know you never intended to hurt my feelings." Wiping her tears away, he said, "You're a lot like your mother."

"Re-really?"

"Yes, but it isn't the mother you pictured. You know how daddy is--"

"Swings the other way."

"Where did you learn that?!"

"Rukia!"

I swear I will murder her when she first steps into my house. Coughing, he continued, "As Rukia told you, I prefer the company of men."

"Then, how I was born? You can't do it with two men."

"It was a miracle to have you, inside of my body."

"You mean, you were a girl?"

"No, I wasn't. It just happened that's all, and your mommy was--"

"A man?"

"Yes, he was. Sorry if isn't how you pictured what your mother would be like," he said, but she shook her head.

"I always wanted two daddies!"

"Eh? Really?"

"Yeah!"

Ichigo smiled, ruffling Keiko's white hair. "Your other father's name was--"

"Hitsugaya Toushiro." An old man, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto, addressed, sitting in a swivel chair behind a mahogany wooden desk. A manuscript appeared in the said person's hand, and tossed to the desk, with its cover page had the word, "Dragonfied," in bold print and centered. "I'm pleased you finished the latest book."

"My mind was on the roll this past week." The shadowed figure stepped into the light, revealing a young, pale man in a business suit. "Thank you sir," Toushiro said, running a hand through his white, spiked hair, and bowed slightly.

"You can have this month off," Yamamoto said, and Hitsugaya's eyes widen.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, considering it's almost summer, and you have been looking rather...skinny-looking lately," the old man replied, pointing an boney finger at the author's lean figure. "You can have August off."

Bowing to his waist, Hitsugaya thanked his boss very much and walked towards the door in utter happiness. Shutting the door behind him, a pair of gigantic boobs engulfed his entire face while a pair of strong arms embraced him.

"Hitsugaya-kun! How are you?!" The woman said bubbly, unaware of the man flailing his arms to get out of the marshmallow hell. "I thought you would get scolded at the boss, but here you are, beaming like a happy person!"

Pulling his face away, Hitsugaya tilted his head to side, and caught his breath before yelling, "Matsumoto, you idiot! Didn't I tell you not to do this!"

Stepping back from her employer, the woman said, "Sorry Hitsugaya-kun--"

"And don't add 'kun' to my name dammit! I'm almost twenty-seven!"

"Fine, be a spoil-sport," Matsumoto whined, then straighten herself up. "Anyway, when's the next deadline for the next installment?"

"Actually, I have August off."

Rangiku widened her eyes. "No way! You lucky bastard!" She proceeded to noogie the poor writer until he shouted with anger. I hope he fixes himself up. He's been too hard on his work this past week. With a smile, she continued to chat with her favorite author as the other was in and out of the conversation.

Once Toushiro opened the door to his luxurious penthouse, he immediately threw his briefcase on the kitchen countertop, and plotted down on his couch.

Finally...a break! His mind rejoiced while his body remained motionless. Soon he drifted to sleep, unaware of the ringing phone. As he slept peacefully, dreaming of watermelon and amanattō, two people appeared behind him. When he turned around, the writer saw a child with the same eye and hair feature as him, but an .

I must have been inhaling crack. Toushiro thought, but the orange-haired man next to the little girl reminded him that this was only a dream. It's all so real though. When he was about to grab the little girl's hand, they both vanished before his eyes.

"Ring! Ring!" Toushiro bolted upward, and glanced around the room. In frustration, he threw the pillow at the telephone, but it ended up hitting the wall. Rising up from the couch and stomping his way to the stupid machine, he picked the phone up and pressed the green button.

"Hello?"

"Is this Hitsugaya Toushiro, writer for Soul Society Publishing Group?" A woman asked on the other end of the line.

"Yes, this is him. What's the reason for the call?"

"Hang on a moment--" She told him, then shouted in the background. Soon, someone else spoke into the phone.

"Toushiro?"

Hitsugaya widened his eyes. "Ku-Kurosaki?"