Based within RadiantBeam's Bleach-fanverse...I have a timeshare there...
Daughter Dearest (Ishida Pride)
She was made from the best of both of them, they agreed; their daughter. Dark raven hair that flowed down to her shoulders, bluish-grayish eyes partially hidden behind her thinly framed glasses; a fair skin complexion, and small and dainty hands. And yet, they were strong, and filled with determination.
She had also inherited their sense of honor, their sense of justice…their daughter wouldn't stand by and watch someone be bullied, or would help others without seeking payment.
Their combined IQs definitely shone through her; her enrollment in the local high school was far superior to any 'honor roll', although she was that as well. She never truly displayed it that much, but she was so empathetic of others. She almost never smiled in public, and often never played with the other children.
That was her father's side…
Her eccentric taste in foods, well that was her mother's side.
To her dearest friends, she would go to the ends of the earth to help them in their time of need. Trust in others was sacred, and thus hard to gain from her…that was from them both.
She had changed a bit since then, though. She had two best friends, a Kurosaki and an Arisawa. Even though she herself would never admit it, never before had they seen their daughter have so much fun with others. They often caught slight glimpses of her lips curving upward when she described her day at the dinner table.
Now tucked in tightly, her lion themed blanket enveloping her small form, the parents smiled, looking into the dark room from the lit hallway. Arm on waist, and auburn haired head rested on shoulder, they smiled deeply for the gift of life that had grown over the past ten years.
Their life was soon to be hers, as their abilities were also passed down to her. Their daughter was now the youngest Quincy, of whom danger will be expected as her powers grew. They did not think about that right now, however, but only about the joys that they have been granted as she grew, and the joys that they will experience as time goes on.
Because of that, they smiled, and took solace in her peaceful sleep. They imagined what all parents did of their children; they dreamt of their child's potential. Maybe she would become a world famous doctor, or an award winning athlete? Or a prize earning scientist, or a great actress or singer? Perhaps a world changer?
They also smiled at what she already was. Orihime smiled because of her daughter's strength…it remind her of her husband. Uryu smiled because of her daughter's beauty…it reminded him of his wife.
He closed the door to their daughter's room, and they began their walk to their master bedroom, making sure to keep it open in case she had a bad dream. She hadn't had one in a while, but her appearance would always be welcomed.
Now settling within their bed sheets, their body warmth telling their position in the dark, he sighed—a happy sigh though.
"Say, Uryu…" the woman spoke out softly.
"Hmm?"
"I was wondering about Setsuko…"
"What about her, dear?" he mumbled with his eyes closed.
"When she grows up, will she get my boobs?"
"…" His eyes snapped open. In his mind, Uryu frowned slightly, and began to list the boys of whom to watch out for…
Some words from the Typewriter
Uryu: That means you, Kon!!
I just realized that I never did a Bleach oneshot before this...huh...
...legalities...
-Uryu Ishida and Orihime Inoue (Ishida) created by Tite Kubo/ (envisioned together by RadiantBeam)
-Setsuko Ishida thought up by Typewriterman
-reference to Aiko Kurosaki and Emiko Arisawa, created by RadiantBeam and Typewriterman, respectively
-your mom...is cool