A/n: A little story I had thought of… whehehe. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Don't own Bleach

Something old

Clow-san

"Here…" Isshin said as he threw a small box to Ichigo.

The orange-haired young man caught it in mid-air. "What is this?"

Isshin took another swig at his sake bottle. "Open it if you're so curious."

Ichigo frowned. He was expecting another practical joke from his father. He carefully opened the lid. His mouth gaped open. It was an engagement ring. It has a single small blue diamond on a platinum setting. "Oyaji…"

"That has been in the Kurosaki family for years. It's a… what do you call that… an heirloom and now it's yours." Isshin explained, coolly. "Give it to her…"

Ichigo looked at his father. His once black hair has streaks of gray now. He closed the box and slid it to the safety of his pocket. "Thanks…oyaji."

The younger Kurosaki turned at his heels.

"And Ichigo…"

He turned around and was greeted with a flying kick. Ichigo was too surprised to dodge. He fell backwards and was locked onto the ground with Isshin's legs.

"The… hell!" Ichigo yelled, angrily.

"Don't ever keep your guard down Ichigo, my boy!" his father said, enthusiastically. "And when you get married to Orihime-chan, I'm expecting that you will give me a lot of grandchildren. Do you understand that? Don't let me down boy!"

Ichigo sputtered in anger. He could not escape his father's lock. He sighed and shook his head. What did he expect? A normal conversation?