Disclaimer: This isn't mine, I don't own these characters or nothing.

This is another story I've posted both here and on AFF, inspired by something I read some time ago but it was just started and never finished. So the idea isn't really mine.

Warning: Contains adult sitautions, yaoi (MM relationship) and more.

Until next chapter!
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When Yachiru Decided

Soul society.

It was soon time for the mixed team of mortals to leave and return to earth once more, as soon as the place was shaped up from the chaos that had followed when the Bounto had attacked they were to be shown out the front gate. For the moment the team was spread around town, taking time to entertain themselves with whatever they wanted. Most of the other shinigami seemed to have accepted the odd group by now and there were only a few curious glances following them as they walked the dusty streets. Nods and waves were sent their way, it would seem that everybody knew who they were and even though they had no chance of keeping check on all who greeted them the team waved back. No reason to be rude after all.

Ichigo and Rukia had found a nice spot on top of a building overlooking the town, sitting silently side by side. The red head rested his head in both of his hands, elbows on knees and shoulders slumped. She wouldn't go back with him this time either, having decided to stay back and help with restoring the order again. Dealing with the people who had revolted and see to it that her captain took care of himself. There had been a lot of strain on the white haired shinigami, stress increasing his illness. They both watched as people rushed about, running or walking beneath the building they sat on.

A faint wind blew by, tugging at their hair. Ichigo sighed and Rukia glanced over at him, smiling faintly. It wasn't often the shinigami representative kept his face relaxed and void of that frown which usually stuck to it, and now he seemed to be at ease.

"Ichigo..." she started, causing the teen to look back up at her. Raising an orange brow.

"Ichi-san! Ruki-Ruki-chan!"

The sudden yell had both of them flinching, the only thing they had time with before a bundle of black and pink had latched onto Ichigos' back. Short arms clinging to his shoulders, gripping the black material of the shinigami outfit. The small lieutenant of the 11th division clung to his back, a broad smile adoring her cute face. Cheeks with their usually red tint over them. The red head frowned, smiling faintly.

"Yachiru-chan..." he said, unsure what he should do, and continued to glance around after the insane captain that the small shinigami usually was attached to. There was not a trace of the dangerous reiatsu, nor did he hear or spot the strange hair style that Zaraki Kenpachi wore. A sigh of relief, the captain had kept hunting him for a sparring match (according to those he'd spoken to) but for all he knew it could as well be a life and death match. Ichigo was glad that the captain had no sense of direction, and therefor now found reason to feel nervous as his side kick had found him. She was after all the captains' sense of direction and just as bad at finding people as the other. Realizing this the teen figured she hadn't been looking for him.

"I'm so happy I found you Ichi-san! You have any candy for me?" she loudly exclaimed, having the ear she shouted into twitch.

"Ah, I'm afraid not. It's back in my room..." he hesitated briefly, brown eyes flickering to the smirking face of Rukia behind them "Where's Kenpachi?" The pink haired girl grinned, tugging lightly at the orange hair within her reach. Earning a grunt from the boy it belonged to. She giggled, continuing to place a finger to her lower lip in thought, tapping lightly.

"Ken-chan is in a meeting. So you play with me Ichi-san, I'm boooored"

A sigh was heard behind them, and both Ichigo and his new backpack turned their heads to see Ruki stand, brushing off invisible dust from her clothes, she offered them both an apologetic smile. Probably aimed more at the human teen then the loud shinigami.

"Sorry Ichigo, Yachiru-fukutaichou, I need to head back. See you later"

Ichigo nodded, cringing once more as a loud 'Bye bye Ruki-Ruki-chaaan!' was shouted almost directly into his ear. With one last smirk the girl disappeared, leaving behind a faint breeze and buzz of reiatsu. Sighing the teen looked back over the town, ignoring the humming beside him and looked up to the tall tower throwing a shadow in their direction. Recent memories playing within his mind, remembering past hurt and struggles. The first time they came here, sneaking inside and fighting their way through streets and shinigami. Managing to stop the death of a dear friend, witnessing betrays, death and chaos. Pushing their way into hearts and beneath skins of these shinigami.

It was still strange how much had happened during this brief time in his life, so much it in fact made him feel like an old man at times. Memories and happenings that no teenager should have to see plagued his mind together with the ever present hollow within his soul. But at least he had the old man, the strong presence of Zangetsu pressing against his back. It was comforting, reliable.

A tug at his hair had him scowling.

"Ichi-saaan, I'm hungry. Let's find a place to eat, yes!" the pink haired lieutenant bounced against his back. With another sigh the shinigami representative stood and glanced around, shifting the burden on his back into a more comfortable position. Yachiru wasn't heavy at all, maybe she'd learned to somehow apply reiatsu to weigh less when on some ones back. He could feel their energy pushing against each other.

"Right then, you have to point the way though..." he suddenly regretted those words, highly doubting that the other would be able to point in the right direction. Maybe he should just go in the opposite direction of the way she chose, he mused silently. The drawn out 'hmmmm' only confirmed his suspicions, but in the end he decided that he'd just go to where she pointed. Maybe it was just with Kenpachi she got lost.

"I think it's eh... That direction!" a chubby finger pointed to their right.

"Okay, off we go" and they leapt off the building.

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Approximately three hour later the duo had managed to find their way to the 11th divisions joint kitchen, by this time Ichigo had started to give up and had seriously considered stopping to ask for direction. The only thing that had kept him from stopping where the continuos squeals from his passenger, in fact he'd found it somewhat amusing to just run around with her directions but that amusement had faded almost two hours ago when he started to feel hungry and warm. Yachiru on the other hand had seemed pleased through out their search, and now as they entered through the front door and continued through the head quarter the teen wondered if he was just imagining the disappointment he felt from the small shinigami.

In the kitchen they found Ikkaku downing a large glass of water, the glistening liquid poured down on the sides of his mouth as he tipped the glass more then his mouth could swallow. Ichigo raised an eyebrow but continued to the pot on the counter without pause, lifting the lid he found some stew staring back at him. This will do.

"It's pachinko head!" this time he managed to not flinch at the loud voice.

Ikkaku stopped drinking and finally noticed the two of them, scowling lightly.

"Ichigo, Yachiru-fukutaichou, what are you doing here?"

Ichigo grunted and mumbled out that they both were hungry, and then continued to search cabinets until he found two bowls. Pouring up a few scoops each for them he continued to sit down at the table, folding legs beneath him and threw a glance at the strangely silent shinigami. The bold man glanced back, seemingly in deep thought, so the teen ignored him and started to eat. Scooping up the stew and chugging it down as if he was starved. At least he was incredibly hungry. After a short moment there was a soft tug in his hair again, and with a silent growl he glanced over his shoulder. Spotting the grinning girl, innocently pointing to her mouth.

"Me now Ichi-san, me now."

The teen frowned, for a moment stunned. There was a snicker from the other male which he answered with a death glare. He then proceeded to feed the girl, as if she couldn't eat herself. It seemed to please her, hungrily swallowing each scoop of food he sent her way. She actually asked that he pretend the spoon was a bird that landed in her mouth with sound effects and all, but that the teen out right refused telling her she'd be glad that it wasn't a bird landing in her mouth. Declaring to her that it was unsanitary. With a pout it was accepted, and the rest of the feeding went well. By the end the girl had switched position and now instead rested on his lap, cuddling into his chest like a child. Ichigo paused, realizing that she actually was a child even though she was a lieutenant. He patted the small head.

"I want you to be my mommy Ichi-san" she declared, smiling up at Ichigo with large eyes. Pushing into his larger hand.

A choking sound was heard from Ikkaku, and once more the teen sent him a glare with a silent promise of a slow death should he decide to comment. The other seemed to catch on, raising hands in defense but retaining a red face as if he'd burst into laughter at any moment. Ichigo himself looked pretty pale before collecting his surprise and locking it away somewhere far within his mind. The hand strayed to the pink hair, brushing through it as her eyes dropped sleepily. The small smile on her lips lingering, hands holding tightly onto the red heads outfit. Clinging.

Ichigo decided not to comment, not sure what he could say. He wasn't her mommy, he wasn't even a girl, and he couldn't even if he wanted. Yet he couldn't bring himself to point this out to her. The teen knew what it was like to have no mother.

In the doorway stood the large form of Zaraki Kenpachi, for once his hard eyes were void of the usual insanity as he watched the scene in front of him. Silently observing the broad back of the teen that had managed to kick his ass with sheer power and thoroughly impressed him. There was something strange shifting within him from hearing what his lieutenant had just said, it had struck a chord in his otherwise empty heart and it both surprised and confused him. Saying nothing he continued down the hallway, mind still lingering on the image from the kitchen. His lips quirked upwards, a sly expression creeping over his face.

So, his Yachiru wanted a mommy. And he had always given her what she wanted. You better watch out Kurosaki Ichigo...