AN: Hello! welcome to the first chapter of 'As Normal as it Gets',Now. This is a story for Hichigo X Ichigo. If you don't like that's fine.

This story has implied MPreg and possibly future MPreg. Again, if you don't like, i ask for you to continue on and find something else to read.

Rated T for Hichigo and Grimmjow's mouth and Violence. I'll up the rating if i have to but for now i think that its a safe call.

DISCLAIMER: I, Shingeki do not own any of the characters from Bleach or any songs used in this FanFiction. Hichiichi's little girl is mine, however.

Now, on with the story!


Hichigo Shirosaki walked into his home after a long night of singing with his band, then followed by getting attacked by a Hollow that was swiftly taken care of. He yawned and took his boots off. Another yawn hit him as he walked into his Living room. He stopped and looked at the couch, he grinned at the sight before him. On the couch was his Husband and Daughter.

The little girl was laying on Ichigo's chest, whom of which was sleeping with an arm lightly draped around the small orange haired girl. Their chests rose and fall, both sleeping with a near by lamp on and an abandoned story book laying on the wooden floor next to Ichigo's unoccupied hand. Shiro looked at the clock and his eyebrows rose, the clock read 2:40. Usually Ichigo or himself would put their daughter to bed before 9:30, Karin would come over at 9:40 and they would go out on a nightly patrol of Karakura Town. Lately however, Shiro wanted to do something that would make him closer to his family, doing something more Human.

Himself and a few others had formed a band and played at a Bar Jinta had opened. Who knew he could sing, never the less play a guitar. So Ichigo would do their routine but by himself. Seems today someone took over the patrol. Probably why he ran into one.

Shiro dismissed that thought and walked over to his family and bent down, picking up the book, causing Ichigo to open his eyes. His chocolate brown eyes hazy at first then waking up at the sight of the albino being home. "You're home.." he whispered softly, catching the paler's attention. "I am..When did ya fall asleep..?"

This made Ichigo look at the clock, followed with a sigh. "9:30." the orange head replied. When the little girl in his arms made a small, waking noise, the two men turned their attention to her. She lifted her head slightly and blinked, her golden eyes.

Ah yes, she had gotten Shiro's eyes. The one thing she inherited from him. To the relief of her albino father, without the black scelra. She yawned, still tired and nodding back off but still saw her that her Papa was home. "Papa.." she mumbled.

Shiro smirked softly and knelt down, holding his arms out to the 3 year old. "Shh, Come 'ere. I'll take ya to bed." The little girl nodded and cuddled into his arms. Ichigo was now fully awake and got up after he was sure she was secured in his husbands arms.

The three of them walked into her room and Shiro laid her down. Ichigo pulling the covers around her. Shiro and Ichigo kissed her forehead, She smiled softly and cuddled to the stuffed lion that resembled Kon's old stuffed animal body. The men smiled softly at the small girl. "Good night Masaki."

Ichigo whispered softly and the pair got up when the little girl mumbled a reply and fell asleep. They watched her for a few more moments then headed to the master bedroom. Ichigo slipped into bed as Shiro took his jeans, black shirt and leather jacket off, replacing it for a comfortable pair of sweat pants and shirt. Ichigo watched this from the bed, waiting for Shiro to join him. Shiro smirked "Like what ya see?"

Ichigo rolled his eyes at this. "Shut up and get your ass over here." This got a laugh out of Shiro but he complied and walked over and laid next to Ichigo, who rested his head on the albino's chest and wrapped an arm around his stomach. "What took you so long?" "I ran into a Hollow on the way home." Ichigo sighed.

"The one night i'm not on the patrol.."

"Ichi, it's fine. Its not like i couldn't handle it."

"So?"

Shiro groaned and kissed the orange head. "I handled it and now it's gone. Tha's all. Stop thinkin' about if i hadn't." Ichigo sighed and nodded.

Ever since Masaki was born Ichigo had told Shiro that they would try to keep her in the dark about Hollows and the war that was fought when he was 16. All of their friends and family where in on the promise. They also promised not to tell her Shiro was a Hollow until she knew about the Hollows and the Espada, which were now allies. Urahara gave them the same stuff he had given Karin when she was determined to let Ichigo have a normal life. Both men had been cautious at first but knew that if they didn't, Masaki would see Ghosts and hear Hollows.

Urahara warned them when her spiritual pressure reached a mature point that what he had given them would be worthless and they would have to explain to her what those horrid roars were and what those people with chains in their chest were.

Shiro and Ichigo dreaded that day.

Shiro yawned again, Ichigo smirked softly at him. "Go to sleep Shiro." "Are ya?" Ichigo nodded. "Alright," he kissed Ichigo's head and wrapped his arms around Ichigo, resting his head in the spiky orange hair.

"Good night Ichi." "Good Night Shi."


The next morning Shiro woke up to an excited little girl yelling for him. "Papa! Papa wake up!" Shiro grunted softly and opened his eyes to Masaki at the edge of his bed, Golden eyes sparkling up at him. "Daddy helped me make Strawberry Pancakes!" Shiro bit back a laugh and grinned lovingly down at her. "Did he?" She nodded excitedly.

"Yeah! He asked me if i wanted to help him with the Pancakes and so i asked him if we could put Strawberries in them!" "Well it sounds good, squirt." Shiro sat up and scooped her up as he stood up, getting a giggle out of her then she pouted. "I am not a squirt."

She looked even more like Ichigo in that moment. "Yes ya are, you'll always be my squirt." He said and tickled her briefly, followed by a squeal. He chuckled and walked into the kitchen where Ichigo was plating breakfast. "G'Mornin' Ichi~" he sang.

Ichigo turned to his husband and daughter and saw the glint in his husbands eyes after setting their daughter in her seat. "Good Morning.." Ichigo replied, suspicion on his face. Masaki watched her father's with wide eyes full of curiosity.

Shiro walked over to Ichigo. "What?" "..What are you gonna do?" "Nothin'" Shiro replied with mock innocence.

Ichigo was unconvinced at the innocence. "Right.." Ichigo put the plates on the table when Shiro's arms wrapped around him. "Shi-" Suddenly he was being tickled, which Shiro had discovered about him before Masaki was born. Ichigo howled with laughter. Masaki laughed as well and watched Ichigo try to get away from Shiro.

It sounded like chaos when Rukia walked through the door of the Shirosaki household. She stood at the door, watching Ichigo wiggling around with a red face while laughing in an attempt to push Shiro off, whom of which was grinning widely. There was also Masaki's laughter added to it. Rukia watched this for a few more minutes until they knocked over a chair, nearly followed by the orange head. Masaki turned in her seat and beamed widely.

"Aunt Rukia!" she exclaimed, getting down from her seat and running over to give her a hug. "Hi Masaki" Rukia said, she smiled and knelt down slightly to give it to her. Ichigo and Shiro looked over, Shiro ceasing his shenanigans.

"Rukia, what are you doing here?" Rukia looked up at the orange haired man now in front of her. "I'm here to just say Hi.." Rukia made sure to make eye contact with Ichigo, conveying that her being here meant something else. Ichigo nodded, Masaki not noticing it. "Aunt Rukia we made Pancakes! You should join us!"

"Oh, wel-" "Can she Daddy?" she looked up at her father. Ichigo looked down at her and smiled. "Of course she can Masa."

The little girl cheered and looked at the raven haired woman. She never knew how Shiro and Ichigo instilled any type of discipline with this little girl. Any intention to decline the invitation evaporated. Soon they where all settled at the table, Masaki telling Rukia about the cat that hung around outside and the new game she played with her toys yesterday. Rukia smiled and continued to listen when Masaki eyes showed sudden recognition.

"What is it?" "I just noticed Uncle Renji isn't with you." "Oh, he's in-" A swift glare from Ichigo made her realize her almost disastrous confession. She felt ashamed as she quickly caught herself.

"He's at work." "Oh, well you should tell him i said Hi!" "I will.." Ichigo had gone silent, Shiro watched him. Shiro understood the near slip up, Rukia and everyone had become accustomed to being able to talk about Soul Society and Hueco Mundo without any need to keep it a secret after Ichigo told his friends and family about his powers.

He nearly did it when Masaki had learned to talk. Ichigo was determined to keep their daughter ignorant of that part of their lives until the time came. Masaki looked at the three adults, noticing her Daddy's shift in mood. "Daddy?" Ichigo looked up from his plate and looked at his daughter.

"Yes?" "Did i do something wrong?" she asked, making Ichigo's eyes widen slightly. He shook his head, "No, no of course you didn't. Why would you ask that?" "Because you seemed upset.."

"I'm not Honey, i was just thinking. You didn't do anything." He leaned over and kissed Masaki's head. She smiled at this. "Okay."

Shiro watched this and smirked softly. Soon, they finished up their meal and Masaki was left to play with her toys as the adults when into the basement. "What's going on Rukia?" Rukia sighed softly. "I'm sure you've noticed." Shiro nodded to which Ichigo looked at him with frowned brows. "I have, I've been talkin' to Nel about it and she said she notice the increase in Hollows and this strange feeling..I feel it to i jus' can't put my finger on it."

Rukia nodded and was silent for a moment. "Yamamoto died." They froze. "What?" "He died last night.." Rukia said.

Shiro looked at Ichigo. "So..is it because his spiritual pressure is gone..?" Rukia shook her head. " I..went to Mayuri.-" Shiro stiffened slightly at this. "-He..said that something was released from its cage when Yamamoto died.." "Like what..?" "I have no idea."

Ichigo nodded. He felt it in his gut that whatever it was..It was gonna start a war. Shiro seemed to sense it too. Their fears where slowly becoming reality.


Shiro stood on a battle field, he was in his Soul's form with his sword in hand. It was empty but for one girl with orange hair in a Shinigami uniform. Shiro walked over, assuming it was his daughter. A low, creepy laugh ripped through the air. Shiro realized that this girl was not his daughter too late.

She spun around, The little girl had half a hollow mask on, White on Black eyes stared into his own Gold on Black eyes. The laugh came again from the little girl, a twisted grin on her small, usually cheerful face. "What is it Papa~!?" She mocked.

Shiro put up his own sword to block the swing of her sword. "I'm not gonna hurt you~ I'm so innocent~!" She mocked on. Shiro growled. "Let her go!" He remember this game all to well.

"I don't think so~ What do you think Daddy~?" she sang. Shiro's eyes widened and he responded to late, a sword was shoved threw his back as he looked behind him. Behind him was his Husband in his Bankai, but the terrifying thing was he was the one impaling him with a sword, also the fact his own eyes stared back at him on his husbands face. A wide grin took up most of Ichigo's face along side his Hollow Mask.

Shiro Screamed.


"Shiro!" Shiro's eyes snapped open and he sat up quickly, he was sweating and breathing hard. His pale hand immediately when to his stomach where he had been cut. Nothing. "Shiro?" He looked over, eyes still wide to see a very concerned Ichigo.

"Are you alright?" Ichigo asked and rubbed Shiro's back. Shiro looked at down, soon putting his head in his hands, shaking his head. Ichigo nodded slightly "I'll go get you some wa-" Shiro pulled him to his chest and clung to him.

"I'm so sorry.." Shiro whispered, burying his face into Ichigo's shoulder. "For..?" "Putting you through the hell i did back then.." Shiro had dropped his drawl, that signaled he wasn't mentally sound which wasn't ever a good thing.

"Shi i told you its fine now..What was your dream about..?"

Shiro just shook his head.


AN: This is the first time I've written anything in sometime. I'm sorry it didn't come out as long as i had wished. They should get slowly longer. I'm a bit rusty, i also should update mostly on the weekends. This was not the original idea for this chapter.

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