As promised, here is the sequel to "To Love a Fox"! Sorry it took me so long, I'm terrible I know *hides behind Gin* but University has turned me into a slave and because of this updates will be a bit slow...and because I'm updating another story at the same time xD But I hope you enjoy this as much as the first one! Since the manga hasn't got very far into the future from the Winter War, I'm making this up as I go along but there will be a few characters and surprises in store ;) Please review, I look forward to hearing from you all again!

Disclaimer: Bleach is still not mine although I'm trying to steal the rights for Gin...however Amaya is mine still!

Living with a Fox

Chapter One

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing."

"...I don't believe you."

"So cruel."

A sandal hit the wall, narrowly missing the silver haired man as he ducked just in time. The irate woman who had thrown said sandal seemed to be on her last nerves. It had been like this the entire day now and Gin was curious as to what had her in such a mood. Dodging another sandal he slipped his remaining arm round her waist and pulled her to him despite resistance.

"Ne, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," Amaya grumbled whilst trying to push away from him but his hold was like steel.

Chuckling, Gin kissed her cheek, breathing against her ear, "happy anniversary."

The brunette shinigami looked at him in shock but he didn't miss how her eyes lit up, even her odd crimson eye was shining brightly. Clearly he had hit the nail on the head. Chuckling again, he shook his head lightly, delivering another kiss to her other cheek.

"Did ya think I forgot? It's been two years but my memory's not that bad."

Amaya's shoulders slumped with a nervous laugh, "I was being stupid wasn't I?"

"Yep," he grinned as she swatted his shoulder lightly.

Two years had passed but it seemed to have flown by being in the living world. It barely felt like the other day they had been fighting in a war that had shaken Karakura town and Soul Society. The pair no longer lived with Urahara, Amaya having complained there was simply not enough space for them, and it was a constant worry that someone from Soul Society would drop by and discover Gin. So the pair had moved into their own home in Karakura town, taking on the lives of normal people that had at first being a feat in itself, however they soon had come to terms with it. But it was not only them in their home. Gin glanced sideways into the main room where their young son sat playing amongst his toys. Two years old, his birthday had past only a few days ago, but the toddler was quite smart for his age, distinguishing toys from those he liked and disliked with ease. He knew he got his brains from his mother, he even had a mix of their personality while he looked more like Gin with his short, messy tufts of silver hair and burgundy eyes, a mix of his own and Amaya's. Their son, Yuki. When he had been born, Gin had never felt so happy before, the shinigami surprised by how much he looked like himself and at first he had resented it. He didn't want his son to live through the same sour looks just because of his silver hair however Amaya had put his mind at ease, telling him she had hoped he would have Gin's silver hair she loved. It was enough for him.

A kiss on his jaw drew Gin's attention back to the present as Amaya smiled warmly up at him before slipping from his arm and heading over to their son.

"Yuki," she called.

Said little boy turned at the call a bright smile lighting up his innocent face before he crawled towards his mother. Amaya picked him up and hugged him warmly, her son making sounds of enjoyment at the attention, definitely like his father.

"Guess who we're going to see today," she tapped Yuki's nose making the boy screw up his face as she chuckled, "uncle Hara-chan!"

Shaking his head lightly, Gin slid on his coat, his right sleeve hanging limply at his side. It had taken some getting used to living in gigais but it was necessary to living here without Soul Society breathing down their necks. Every so often they would visit Urahara mainly because Amaya would probably go mad if they didn't, not that Gin minded. Once Yuki was wrapped up warmly, it was winter after all and snow had settled outside, the three headed out of their home, Yuki cradled in Amaya's arms as said boy tried to reach out for the snowflakes he was aptly named after. The streets were mostly empty, not many wishing to step outside into the cold but children ran here and there, playing in the snow excitedly. A few neighbours waved at them as they passed to which Amaya smiled back at. It felt so normal living this way and yet it always felt like something was missing, as if she had the dire need to switch back to her shinigami self and go hunt down a few Hollows. But with Yuki to look after and the need to lay low so Soul Society wouldn't detect them, the probability of it happening was small. She would simply have to get used to it. Amaya knew Gin felt the same however he was content as long as it meant the three were together and safe.

Reaching Urahara's shop, it was to find one of Ichigo's younger sisters leaving. Karin looked up as they neared, smiling slightly at the sight of the bubbly Yuki.

"Morning Amaya, Gin-san."

"Morning Karin," the three paused while Amaya looked around, "Ichigo not with you today?"

The dark haired teen shuffled her feet slightly earning a knowing look.

"Still haven't told him what you've been up to?"

Karin's shaking head was enough for her. Gin chuckled slightly.

"Ya should, don't wanna make ya brother worry. He's the hot headed type that would come running after ya."

"He would anyway," Karin sighed before saying goodbye and heading off back to her home.

Entering the shop, kicking snow off their boots, they were greeted by the ever shy Ururu who smiled at Yuki, a reaction he seemed to cause in everyone.

"Guests?" Urahara called before appearing, a smile on his face at the sight of the trio, "ah! There's my favourite little family."

"Hara-chan!" Amaya beamed as little Yuki swapped hands, resting in Gin's cradled arm before his mother leapt on the shop owner with a hug, as was the usual.

Urahara chuckled as he hugged the woman back, "aren't you getting a little old for hugs, Amaya-chan?"

"Never," she stuck her tongue out at him before his attention turned to Gin.

"And how are you today, Ichimaru-kun? Does your shoulder still hurt?"

The silver haired man shook his head lightly, "it's as good as it gets I s'pose," he shrugged lightly.

It was still a surprise for him to be welcomed by Urahara as he had done when they had first returned to the living world, although he figured Amaya had had a hand in that. Still, he was grateful for all the shop keeper had done for Amaya and him however there were others who were not so eager to greet him. Whenever Amaya had been visited by a certain Vizard, said blonde haired man could barely look Gin's way without a glare that Amaya would chide him for. But he supposed that was how it would be after all, he had spent a good part of his life pretending to be close comrades with Aizen, even going so far as to act traitor.

Sat drinking tea, Gin idly watched his young son giggle delightedly at the attention he received from those of Urahara's shop while Amaya spoke with said man. Gin's arm was still round her waist not that she minded, her back leaning against his good shoulder comfortably. It was a peaceful living.

"There's been some trouble stirring in Soul Society," Urahara commented from the top of his cup as he sipped his tea.

"Eh? What sort?" Amaya asked curiously before chuckling nervously as Gin's grip tightened slightly.

"Now, now Amaya," Gin almost scolded her, "no getting involved with Soul Society. Ya forget they'd lock ya up if ya set foot there."

"I know, I know," she waved a hand but the curious glint never left her eyes.

Setting his cup down, Urahara motioned to Tessai, the larger man passing him a folder to which several bits of paper fell out of. Picking them up, Amaya looked at them curiously before Urahara could snatch them back.

"These are records of souls vanishing, right?" she arched an eyebrow as he took them back with a nod.

"Seems quite a few souls are going missing from the Rukongai district and its spreading."

"Do you know why?"

"Nope but it seems oddly reminiscent of when Aizen was trying to charge up the Hogyoku."

At this the brunette woman fell into silent, contemplative thought. Gin frowned slightly, not liking at all how Urahara seemed hell-bent on getting her involved in this matter. He knew the shop keeper did not want Amaya locked up or worse, put to death for rescuing a traitor, so why was he doing this? Urahara seemed to pick up on these thoughts from Gin and chuckled nervously.

"Not that you should get involved Amaya! You've got a life here now and little Yuki to look after."

"I know that," she huffed, "and I'm happy with it."

"Then we won't speak of Soul Society's troubles again," Urahara smiled.

However that was not the end of it. So much for a peaceful anniversary.

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