Fluffy love . . . .!

Berry Angel by Boogermeister

7- Naptime

Everywhere, Starrk slept. On the couch, in Ichigo's closet, several times in the bathtub, and often on the living room floor. Sometimes Tensa slept with him, as either Yuzu or Isshin took pictures of the sappy sight. Ichigo couldn't help smile at the sight as well, as he arranged photos inside the album specifically for the former Espada and his young son.

He glanced at one picture, when Starrk was simply out on the floor as Yuzu vacuumed around him. He doubted that he was truly sleeping through that.

8- Fast Food 2

Tensa loved it, even if his slice of pizza was a lot smaller than his mother's. So far, his face was stained with tomato sauce as he gnawed on the melted cheese. It tasted just as good as the fries a few weeks before. "Yum . . . .!" he smiled, as Ichigo laughed at him.

"It tastes good, Tensa?" he smiled.

"Yah!" giggled Tensa.

"But we can't have this everyday, Aunt Yuzu would be mad at me for making you eat this," he smirked, poking at his nose. But the toddler wasn't worried, the pizza tasted wonderful for now.

9- Grandma

Tensa hugged at a wall and sighed contently. He had seen his grandfather crying happily to this wall lots of time and decided to mimic him, because the wall had a large poster of a smiling auburn-haired woman. He knew who it was, as his mother always told him stories about her back in Hueco Mundo.

Ichigo had just stomped down his father for being simply an idiot and walked into the living room when he realized his young son hugging at the wall. "Tensa . . . .?" he muttered, realizing that he was hugging at the picture of his late mother.

"Mama . . . ." Tensa smiled softly when he glanced up. Ichigo sighed as his eyes watered and walked up to him.

"Yeah, this is your grandmother . . . ." he smiled sadly. "The most beautiful person in the world. Don't you think so, Tensa?"

"Yah . . . ."

"Good," he smiled, kneeling down to his level to caress the right side of his chestnut hair. "She would love you so much, Tensa . . . . she probably wouldn't care how did you come into the world either."

"Hee-hee . . . . Mama," smiled Tensa as he then hugged at his warm chest.

10- Sister

"It's so hot . . . ." whined 4-year-old Tensa as he and his family walked up a steep hill. But it wasn't like he didn't want to go, it was a family tradition that he must respect it. "How much farther, Mama?"

"We'll be there in a little while, Tensa," sighed Ichigo, gripping at his small hand tightly.

"Hey, if you're bored you could watch Grandpa doing handstands backwards-" Isshin suggested eagerly, only to get elbow'd in the chest by the black-haired freshman.

"I'd rather watch you get attacked by rabid dogs," scoffed Karin. The family finally got over the hill and entered the cementery. As usual, the Kurosaki patriarch simply danced around as they made their way to the tombstone. But Ichigo sighed in sadness as he paid in respect silently, for years he had blamed himself for his mother's death when it turned out to be that sadistic bastard's fault. The same person who caused the death of his unborn daughter.

"Tensa . . . ." he muttered softly as he gazed down to him. "Your grandmother and your sister have the same name, don't you know that?" The rest of the family stopped their antics and stared at the two in concern, they were already told of the niece and the granddaughter that they will never know.

"Huh? I have a sister, Mama?" Tensa asked in curiosity as he blinked. Ichigo sighed and smiled sadly as he knelt down to immediately hug him.

"Yes, Tensa . . . . but she's gone now," he muttered.

"Why . . . .?"

"She was sick, and she died before either of you could meet each other. I'm sorry . . . ." Tensa sensed the grief from his mother, and he was beginning to feel sad also as he frowned.

"I wish I coulda meet her, Mama . . . ." he mumbled.

"I know, me too . . . ." sighed Ichigo, kissing at his forehead.

"What was she like?" he asked as he glanced up to him. Ichigo blinked at that and smiled softly, he only knew Masaki for a moment before being buried.

"Hmm . . . . she was very beautiful like her grandmother," he muttered. "Even when she died, she looked just like an angel. And she was very energetic when I was having her . . . . you would have made a great big brother, Tensa."

"Really?" smiled Tensa.

"Tensa, Ichigo's a good big brother to us . . . ." smiled Yuzu.

"Yeah, he may be an idiot but he's okay," Karin assured with a small smile.

"Really?" Tensa questioned happily.

"Yeah . . . . no matter what, we're a family, Tensa," Ichigo smiled.

"Then . . . . can Starrk come here next year? He's family."

"Heh, of course . . . ." he smiled.

11- Trouble 3

Jingle jingle

Tensa stared.

Jingle jingle

Tensa stared some more.

Jingle jingle

"Ahh . . . .!" he gasped in amazement at Kenpachi's bells when the large Captain moved his head around. He wanted to touch it and see why it was making noises.

"Huh? Ten-Ten, what's wrong?" frowned Yachiru, with Ichigo's permisson she was allowed to take the toddler to eleventh division's barracks.

"Tah!" he answered, pointing at Kenpachi's hair.

"Oh, Kenny's hair bells make noises!" smiled Yachiru. "He likes to wear them for fun! Wanna see them up close?"

"Yah!"

"Okay, all you have to do is climb up on his back and try to get it!" Despite the Captain's scary demeanor, he was unaware on a pair of hands gripping onto his tattered haori. "Up you go, Ten-Ten!" smiled the young girl as she pushed him up, Tensa climbed up onto the large shoulder and stared at the bells. He was so close, his little arms reaching out for it.

"Umph . . . .!" he exclaimed in surprise as he toppled over the shoulder and fell harmlessly onto Kenpachi's lap.

"Huh?" Kenpachi frowned as he glanced down. "What're you doing, kid?" Tensa looked up and smiled, staring at the bells once again. "Huh, you're just like Yachiru . . . . always smiling despite the danger," he smirked, revealing his sharp teeth. The toddler giggled, as he was lifted up with just one hand.

"Ken-nee . . . .!" he smiled, learning the man's name so quickly. He would get the bells next time.

12- Two

"We need to get everything! Balloons, a pony ride, fireworks-" Isshin was kicked squared to the face for the fourth time in the row. "Wh-why do you hurt me, my beautiful son . . . .?"

"Because you're being ridiculous, Goat-Face!" scowled Ichigo as he stomped him down.

"Tensa, please help your dear grandfather . . . .!" Isshin whined.

"Goat!" smiled Tensa, patting him on the forehead.

"Dad, I don't want anything over the top," Ichigo scoffed. "I know that . . . . this is the first birthday he ever have here, but I just want a simple party."

"Nonesense, this is my precious grandson's second birthday!" his father smiled as he quickly stood up, despite the blood and bruises. "You know that I can't just have a cake and that's it! Remember the birthday parties I pulled for you and your sisters?"

"I'm surprised that I didn't get traumatized all those years ago," he scoffed.

"Oh come on . . . ." Isshin sighed, and Ichigo sensed his tone was getting serious. "It's really special for all of us . . . . the first year of his life is lost because of what happened, Ichigo. I can't help but feel joyful about the special day." Ichigo sighed sadly as he glanced down at his young son.

He was right about that; ever since Tensa was born he had tried to raise him away from his evil father, but it was pointless. His family and friends had missed everything with him. His first teeth, his first words, his first attempts of crawling then walking, even his first birthday. At May 15th, Tensa had celebrated his first birthday with his conniving father, hugging and telling him that he was his precious heir while Ichigo watched in dismay in the distant.

"Mama . . . ." smiled Tensa, and his mother smiled as he sighed in defeat.

"Fine, Dad . . . ." he sighed. "But don't do anything crazy."

"Great, I already ordered the moonbounce anyway!" Isshin beamed.

"Wha- damn it, Dad!" scowled Ichigo. He needed to get out of the house, he took Tensa out with him as he visited his friends. One by one, they understandably agreed of celebrating the toddler's birthday, albeit with not all of the eccentric decorations. "So you're saying that I should bare with it, even though there's a good chance that Dad'll light up M-80's on the roof of our house?" he frowned.

"It's not so bad, Ichigo!" chirped Orihime. "I bet it'd be all colorful and everything."

"That's not the point," he sighed. "It's just that Tensa doesn't have any friends his age since living here."

"Don't you take him to the playground or something?" Uryuu questioned.

"He always keep to himself whenever I take him out there, seems that he prefers to play with Starrk or Dad."

"Th-arrk?" asked Tensa as he glanced around.

"No, Tensa, Starrk's not with us now," muttered Ichigo. Tensa whined a little and pouted in his mother's arms. "I know that it's special but I'm not the type to do it big. I'll just let Dad do what he wants for now . . . ."

". . . . If you want, I know a guy who works in a petting zoo," suggested Chad. Ichigo frowned at that idea, Yuzu'd probably be livid of the house destroyed by llamas. He sighed deeply when he slowly returned home, in two days his son will be two years old. He was admittedly estatic for the upcoming occasion, and smiled at the thought of Tensa trying to blow out the candle.

"Ichigo, hey!" The teen turned around to see Rukia nd Renji, in gigai form, running up to him.

"Hey there!" smiled Ichigo.

"And Happy Birthday, Tensa!" Rukia smiled, taking out two rectangular presents.

"His birthday's just a couple of days away," he sighed but took the presents anyway.

"We know, Captain Ukitake let us come to the real for a while," smirked Renji. "He was very convincing to tell the others that we're checking up on the Arrancar."

"Really? How sneaky . . . ."

"Speaking of who, we have a surprise visitor for you, Ichigo," said Rukia, and Ichigo blinked at that.

"Huh? Who're you talking about . . . .?" he frowned.

". . . . IIICHIIII-GOOO!" Out of nowhere, a great force collided against the teen. Tensa was suddenly tossed up into the air, laughing, before being caught into the red-head's arms as Ichigo gasped in pain. "Ichigo! Ichigo, I missed you so much . . . .!"

"N-Nel . . . .?" gasped Ichigo, wheezing when her unnaturally strong arms squeezed against his ribs. "Nel, I can't breathe!"

"Oh, sorry!" she smiled as she let him go. "It's been a while, Ichigo . . . ."

"Yeah . . . . what're you doing here?" he asked. "I thought you were okay staying back in Hueco Mundo."

"Uh-huh, but the Soul Society gave me permission to visit you since I helped them," she replied.

"Then, with your powers-"

"They made me a gigai, so I can walk around in the real world," smiled Nel, her sea-green strands tucked behind her ears before glancing up to Tensa. "And this is the Birthday Boy, huh?"

"Yeah," sighed Ichigo as they stood up. Tensa glanced at Nel and giggled, as he was taken into his mother's arms.

"You hold him so naturally, in my child form you held me like some ball," she smiled.

"You didn't complain much about it then," Ichigo scoffed lightly. Strangely enough, Isshin immediately persisted that the former Espada should stay until the party, despite not enough room in the house. "Dad . . . . we don't even have enough beds," he glowered. "Starrk has to sleep in my closet like a frigging stuffed animal."

"I don't mind . . . ." Starrk lazily replied from the couch.

"We'll find a way, my dear boy!" smiled Isshin.

"Won't it be easier for her to spend some time with Orihime?" Ichigo argued. "Rukia's already there, and Renji's staying with Chad."

"Oh, why are you turning away your friend?" whined Isshin.

"Shut it, Goat-Face," frowned Karin, kicking him in the back.

"I understand, Ichigo, I'll stay with Orihime," smiled Nel with a nod. "It's nice to know that Starrk's a good person for your child."

"All right, see you later . . . ." the teen smiled. Now the dreaded day has come, his father bursted into his room with colorful confettis and cheered loudly for him to wake up. "Shut the hell up!" he scowled as he pounced onto his father to tear him apart. Tensa yawned softly as he woke up and carefully climbed off the bed. Ignoring the violence between father and son, he waddled towards the closet and tapped on it.

"Hmm . . . ." Starrk sighed tiredly as he opened the door. "Happy Birthday, Tensa . . . ."

"Th-arrk . . . ." he smiled softly, tugging at his hand. On cue, he stepped out along with Lily and simply gazed at the violent sight.

"Is it bit early to kill each other?" he asked.

"It's never too early for this retard!" scowled Ichigo as he had his father in a head-lock.

"Can you at least do it after the party . . . .?" Fortunately, the party wouldn't start until the afternoon as the family was getting ready for the day. Tensa tried so hard to attempt to grab every balloons he saw, but was distracted by the former Primera as he lent him his favorite wolf plushie.

"Th-arrk, tah . . . .!" he smiled, pointing at the opened back door. He could see the colorful decorations being set up in the back yard.

"Yeah, they're doing this all for you, Tensa . . . ." muttered Starrk.

"Meh . . . .?" asked Tensa, hugging the plushie tighter.

"Because you're special to everyone here," he muttered softly, patting at his head. "Everyone loves you, especially that grandfather of yours. It's your day, and you're going to have fun right?"

"Yah!" he smiled happily as he nodded. Starrk smiled back a little, and lifted him into his arms. The kitchen table was full of varied presents, but he easily managed to find one he made. A square one wrapped in orange paper as he handed it to Tensa.

"Don't tell your mother about this . . . ." he muttered. Tensa blinked at him and smiled as he ripped away the flimsy paper, it was a framed picture of Tensa being held by Isshin for the first time after coming back to the real world. "He've forgotten about this photo . . . . so this is special for your grandfather."

"Goat . . . .?" muttered Tensa, gazing at the picture.

"Starrk, what're you doing?" frowned Ichigo when he walked inside.

"Giving Tensa my present . . . ." sighed Starrk.

"Why?" he frowned but saw the long-forgotten photo of his father and his son. "Oh . . . . that's sweet, Starrk."

"It was your father's idea."

"Yeah, Dad's a good guy sometimes," he sighed with a small smile. "Come on, Tensa . . . . today's the big day." Tensa smiled as he was led out into the backyard, for once his grandfather didn't have any fireworks though he destroyed the moonbounce within second of putting it up. And every time he was put down, he was picked up by another person to get praised for being two.

"Happy Birthday . . . .!"

"Happy Birthday, kid . . . ."

"Tensa, Happy Birthday . . . .!"

Tensa enjoyed the attention by all of the adults, but what he enjoyed the most of being in his mother's arms when he was presented a large chocolate cake with a two-shaped candle. "Ahh . . . .!" he squealed at the sight of the little flicker of flame.

"Blow it out, Tensa!" smiled Ichigo.

"Ahh . . . ." he frowned a little. He understood 'blow' but all he did was huff, but the flame didn't go away. With little encouragement, his mother helped with a soft exhale. Everyone cheered with a few flashes of cameras, though some groaned when Tensa proceeded to grasp at the fudge-like frosting.

"Guess that's his slice . . . ." sighed Renji.

"Mama . . . .!" smiled Tensa, licking at the chocolate-stained hand before touching Ichigo's face with it.

"Heh, Happy Birthday, Tensa . . . ." Ichigo smiled warmly, kissing him at the forehead.

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