A Day In the Life

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A groan came from the lump on the bed. It turned on its side before curling in on itself ignoring the alarm, hoping that it would shut itself off. The lump almost succeeded in going back to sleep, but alas a woman's voice interrupted its plan.

"Shi-chan! Hurry up and get out of bed! You might be late for school!"

Another groan escaped from the lump, before it sighed. It pushed away the covers to reveal a young boy. The boy yawed and slowly got up from the bed, stretching as he did so.

"Shi-chan! Don't you fall asleep!"

"Yeah, yeah! I'm up mom!" he shouted back, while turning off the alarm. He glared at it before beginning his morning routine.

Downstairs the woman shook her head before turning to her husband with a look. The man just sighed fondly. He would never understand how his son could ignore the alarm and just go back to sleep, but wake up before the alarm when he had something to do. The man took a sip from his coffee and looked up once he heard footsteps.

There at the entrance was the boy wide awake and ready to start the day. His uniform clean and smelling faintly of lavender. His pink hair was brushed, dark from the recent shower he had taken. His brown eyes shielded behind round glasses. A muttered good morning passing his lips, before he sat at the table.

"Shisui, are you going to be helping Kato-san today?" the older man asked.

"Hm? Oh. Yeah, yeah. He hired two new bartenders recently, since the bar has been a bit busy lately. Today's their first day on the job, he's gonna have me show them the ropes and stuff."

"Oh? How? You've only been helping there recently haven't you?" the boy's mother replied.

"I have. Most days I go I'm usually in the back staking boxes or wiping the tables down and I finish those things pretty quickly. But on slow days, he's been having me behind the bar cleaning the cups and teaching me stuff. Don't worry he's not teaching me how to mix drinks or anything, just the names of them and what types of alcohols go in them and what's needed to make them. It's pretty cool. Says he's going to use me to quiz the bartenders on how much they know. 'Don't want no arrogant bartenders or know-it-all punks who think bartending is easy, ruins the bar.' he says." The boy replied, before taking a gulp from his cup of orange juice.

His father stared at the him before going back to his breakfast. Shisui wasn't one to lie about what he's been doing at the bar. He also didn't seem interested in drinking, which was good. The man nodded to himself, pleased. The pink haired boy didn't peg the man as someone who would drink when they were old enough. He seemed more the type to take you home after a night of drinking. He looked at his son again and made a face. Yeesh, that pink hair. Thank god it wasn't like his sisters—which was a whole different shade of pink—his was more pale looking, darker since he showered. That pink hair was really troublesome, he had hoped Shisui's hair would take after his wife's, a lovely shade of brown, but seems like genetics thought otherwise. Ahh well, he touched his own hair, can't escape genetics.

The mother smiled, happy that her son wasn't cooped up inside the house like usual. Although she wasn't so keen on her son knowing so much about alcohol, but she knows he son wouldn't sneak a drink. He didn't seem the type. She studied her son, taking in his eyes behind his 'grandma glasses'—as he likes to call them—his lovely pink hair, and his overall appearance. He was going to be a fine man as he got older, a bit short—curse her family's small stature, no one ever grew past 5'5'',5'6'' if some were lucky—and that hair, she glanced over at her husband's hair, was going to be trouble, well it already is. Teasing from classmates can really bring a person down, but her son seemed to be taking everything well. Brushing off any comments thrown his way and handling any confrontations maturely. She frowned a bit, he always seemed a bit too mature for his age. But then again she looked at her son, who was making faces at his father when he thought he wasn't looking, it's probably part of his charm.

"Shisui, aren't you going to be late?" she asked. Shisui looked at the clock and almost chocked on his toast. He quickly ate his breakfast, drank his juice, and shouted his goodbyes before bolting out the door.


The last bell rang, dismissing the class. Packing his things Shisui headed for the door, but was stopped by hand on his shoulder.

"Hey! Nishimura, don't think you can escape so easily from this group project. Just 'cuz we finished most of it at your house yesterday doesn't mean you can slack off." A red-headed girl demanded, frowning at the boy once he turned around. The brown-haired boy next to her sighed.

"Tanaka-san, Shizuka-san" Shisui smiled politely. "Sorry but you two are going to have to start the second part without me. I have somewhere to be this afternoon." He said.

"Yeah. Where, huh? Got a girlfriend or something? Gonna go see them?" she questioned, her eyes narrowing at the pink haired boy.

"Amaya-chan, don't be rude." Shizuka said.

"No, I don't have a girlfriend. I'm going to work, I suppose." The boy replied.

The red head scowled, while the boy next to her looked curious.

"Work?" the brown-haired boy asked.

"Yeah, I've started helping out at the Grizzly Bar. I don't usually go during school days, but things have been a bit hectic for Kato-san."

"Oh. Are your parents okay with this, you know, letting you work at a bar."

"Yea, they don't mind since I'm not there a whole lot and I only go before it opens to clean the tables and stack boxes." Shisui said. He looked at the red head.

"Hmph! You can go this time but next time we're paired up again, you better not slack off!" She replied before stomping out the door. Shizuka sent him a sheepish smile, before following after her.

He watched them go. 'Cute kids.'

He resumed his way to the exit.


He made it to the bar with a few minutes to spare. He didn't enter yet, wanting to see the new employees before introducing himself. Peeking through the window—well the one he could reach—he saw a slender woman with red hair and a man who looked like he was about to fall asleep. Both were sitting in front of the bar. The woman facing forward, eyes roaming the shelves with interest and the man facing away from the bar, head resting on his chest and arms crossed.

"Spying on the new recruits I see." A voice said from behind the pre-teen, who jumped. Turning around he spotted a black-haired woman, smirking down at him.

"Hashimoto-san! You scared me!" Shisui said, hand on his chest and a small smile on his lips. Silently relieved that she was here, he didn't want to have to introduce himself alone and make small talk. God he hated that.

"Kid, I've told you to just call me Yuuko or Auntie or something. When you call me Hashimoto-san it feels like I'm talkin' to my grandmother or you're about to scold me, since you're so damn polite sometimes." She replied, ruffling his hair, before also peeking through the window.

"Tsk. Looks like we got a lazy bum and an overachiever. Talk about luck."

"Hashi—," the older woman glared at him "I mean, Yuuko-san don't be mean. They're probably nice people and it's good to have more people at the bar. Besides weren't you complaining all last week about doing so much work and not having any time off."

"But—" she was cut off with a smack to the head.

"Jeez brat I can hear you from inside the bar. If you were some kind of spy, you'd be dead." A gruff voice said.

"Ah! Kato-san."

"Damn old man! Hit me any harder and my head might fall off!" Yuuko growled, glaring at the older man.

"Good. I'm getting' tired of seeing your ugly mug every day." He turned to look at Shisui, ignoring the shout from the woman. "Shunsui, I thought I told you to call me Kenji. You practically spend most of your time here even if you don't have work."

The pre-teen smiled a bit. "Ka-Kenji-san, my name is Shisui." He replied.

"Ah."

"Jeez old man, at least get it right!"

"Oh shut up Yuuko. Both of you hurry up and come in, seems you caught the attention of the new kids." The older man said shuffling the two inside. The newcomers were openly staring now, curious to see their new coworkers. They had heard the loud shouts but could not see who it was with their new boss in the way.

"Listen up newbies, these two here are Hashimoto Yuuko and Nishimura Shunsui. If ya got a problem with them, particularly the dumb one over here, see me. Got it?" the old man said.

Hashimoto growled, glaring daggers at Kato as she bowed. Nishimura gave a small amused smile before bowing too.

"Himura Hibiki" "Tanaka Hitomi" the newcomers stated, bowing. The newcomers then sized their coworkers up and down, the other two doing something similar. The older one scowling at them, while the younger looked a bit more apprehensive.

"Question?" Himura asked, raising his hand.

"What?" was the gruff reply.

"Isn't Pinky over there a bit too young to be working in a bar." The man stated, staring at the kid.

"I agree, isn't it illegal to let minors in a bar." The red-haired woman stated as well, a fierce look in her eyes.

"Does it matter, he works here, he's good company, he's good at what he does, AND he makes the best damn dumplings you'll ever taste." Yuuko responded, her scowl deepening. If these two tried anything funny she wouldn't hesitate to throw a few insults or punches. I mean she was also kinda dubious about having the kid working here at first, but Kenji liked him well enough and he was good company, a little on the quit side, but still nice. That was enough for her; the dumplings were a bonus.

"It's fine. His parents already know and it ain't illegal. Kid only comes during preparation times or during lulls." Kato replied resting a hand on the kid's shoulder. Shisui relaxed, not having realized that he was getting tense.

Hiruma shrugged, not really caring just glad that he's getting the job. Plus, if he got to know the kid better he might even be able to get free food. Nobody passes free food. On the other hand, Tanka seemed unsure and looked like she was going to say something else, but decided against it. She would see how things would pan out.

Now that introductions were over, Kenji began to heard his employees behind the counter with him standing on the other side. He then proceeded to quiz the newcomers on everything and anything known to man about bartending. Having Shisui or Yuuko throw in some curve-balls every now and then. Both Hiruma and Tanaka were surprised to discover that the kid was well informed about bartending. Hiruma even complimented the pre-teen on his knowledge, the boy simply blushed and simply stated that he was still learning and wasn't that great. Yuuko smirked, ruffling his hair and Kenji just rolled his eyes. Sometimes this kid was too damn modest.


A few weeks passed and in that time, Shisui was able to know Tanaka and Hiruma a bit better. Tanka was much like her younger sister—he had wondered why she looked familiar—bossy and loud but more low-key about it. Though they didn't speak with each other much, they did find something in common to talk about if they got a chance; her younger sister. Tanaka very much adored her younger sibling.

("You know my little sister?" "Well not know know her, but we've had every class since we were young and right now we're currently doing an assignment together. She's very…charming." "I know isn't she cute! Her big eyes and her face and her attitude, isn't she just adorable!" the older woman gushed, hearts forming in her eyes. "Um…yeah.")

Hiruma was a very laid back guy and was funny. He didn't talk much during work hours but he was very good company during breaks, if he wasn't sleeping. Yuuko didn't like him, annoyed with his easy going attitude and that he sometimes slept when things were slow. Shisui liked that it was easy to get along with the older man, however the nicknames he could do without even if they were silly.

("Pinky." "Sakura-chan." "My little dumpling." "Cherry." "Pink Lemonade." "My favorite flavored gum." "Cotton candy." "That one ramen brand I like from that one store" "The fruit I saw at the market yesterday"

"OI! Would you quit with the nicknames you bastard, they're getting ridiculous and their not even that creative!" Yuuko growled. Hiruma just stared at her. He closed his eyes as if considering her decision. "Alright. Is it Shisui or Shunsui." "Shisui." "Shi-chan." "OI!" The boy in question just smiled, he knew the other meant no harms with the names, but…they were kinda lame.)

Working at the bar became a bit more fun for him, although he couldn't say the same for Yuuko. She complained and whined about the newbies, but he knew she was glad that they were here. He knew Kenji was grateful. The older man had been getting more tired recently and having help had certainly helped ease his mind.

Everything was alright. He went to school like always, put up with Tanaka- san's sister, talked a bit with Shizuka-san, went to the bar, and came home. Sometimes he would babysit the kids that lived a few houses down from him or would babysit his mom's friend's kids while they went out shopping, if he wasn't at the bar. It was difficult taking care of hyperactive kids between the ages of four and eight but, it was nice. It reminded him of the times he would babysit his little cousins when they came over, though these kids were much tamer. He did homework, he helped his mom around the house and talked with his dad. Everything was alright.

Life was fine.


Today I didn't have work which sucked. I would've gone over there just to hang out but things were probably hectic. I didn't have to babysit either which also sucked. Dad was at work, hadn't been home in a while. Something about a deal being hashed out with this up and coming foreign company, I think I can't remember. Mom had to go back to the shop, apparently some guy had bought every flower in the store babbling something about his wife.

I was home.

By myself.

Alone.

I sighed. As much as I love having the house to myself, I wasn't in the mood for quiet today. I wish we had a dog or a cat, but mom and dad were allergic to both. It sucked but it was kinda funny, I mean what are the chances of finding someone allergic to both cats and dogs. Hmmm…a thought for later.

I looked around my room, there wasn't much to see just…Ah! I have homework! My eyes fell on my desk, I made a face. I didn't feel like doing homework just yet.

"Ahhhh! There's nothing to do!"

I rolled on my side and looked out the window. It was pretty today, not a cloud in the sky. How dare today be such a nice day when I'm just here lying in bed with nothing to do.

'I could listen to music, but it wouldn't be the same. Maybe I should go see Ma? Hmmm…no she's probably busy. Who orders so many flowers anyway? I mean it's a nice thing to do and it's good for business, but why. Maybe he's going to propose to her? Could be, could be…' I sighed again. 'I guess I should get started on the homework.'

I laid for a bit more in my bed before sitting up, taking my time before heading to the desk. Going to the bathroom, walking to the kitchen, to the living room, going outside and checking my mom's flowers, and walking up and down the stairs. Finally, I walked back upstairs and headed to my room but before I could sit at my desk I heard the door open. Quickly I headed downstairs and saw my dad.

'Thank you procrastination!'

"Hey Dad. How you've been? I missed you. How'd the deal go? Are you guys co-companies or something? Are you hungry? Should I get ramen to celebrate?" I said quickly, happy to see he was finally home and that I had something to distract me from homework. I walked over to him, spreading my arms open for a hug.

He chuckled. "It's good to see you too, Shisui. The deal went as well as you could imagine." He said tiredly, returning the embrace.

"Not good then? I'm sorry, wish there was something I could do. I know how hard your team was working to make sure everything went smoothly."

"It's fine. It wasn't that bad, things just got lost in translation. Turns out their translator wasn't that knowledgeable in Japanese and the representative didn't seem all that enthusiastic to be there, if you get me."

I winced, "So what happens know?"

He sighed, "Well, our president talked to their president—told them what was going on—who apologized for the inappropriateness of his employees and…well their CEO is coming to do the deal themselves. But it's going to take a while before they actually come."

"Huh. Well I hope things turn out good…so is that a no to the ramen."

"No, it's not. By the way, where's your mother?"

"Back at the store. Some guy bought out the shop."

"Really? How exciting. Let's go eat before she gets back, then."

"Alright!"

We walked to a little restaurant not far from the house. They served really good ramen, their miso one was the best, Dad disagrees. We talked while we ate. It was nice. Halfway through our meal, Mom spotted us, scolded us and got herself a bowl. This…this was nice. I looked at my parents, they were laughing. I stopped eating and continued to stare at them. If I concentrated hard enough I could see a short petite woman teasing the burly man sitting next to her instead of the brunette and the pink-haired man. I could feel the beginning of tears starting to swell up in me.

"Shi-chan? Are you alright?" were the word that snapped me out of my hallucination. I looked at my mother, worry was in her eyes. I smiled, though I think it seemed a bit strained from the way my parents were looking at me.

"Sorry, I just remembered that I had some homework to finish."

My mother frowned, "Alright…"

"Don't worry Mom I'm fine. Just a little tired. Let's head home both of you must be tired from working hard." I said, hoping she would forget about it.

"He's right sweetheart. Let's head home, it's getting dark." My Dad cut in before my Mom could play twenty questions with me.

We finished the rest of the meal quietly. Dad picked up the check and we all walked home in silence. I sighed.

'Well today was almost a good day.'

"By the way Shi-chan. The man who came by the shop today needed someone to take care of his son for a few days, while his wife is in the hospital. I told him about you, said you were willing to babysit for him, told me he would think about it. Hope you don't mind." Mom said.

I looked at her. "Nah, it's fine. Did you give him the house number so he could call?"

She rolled her eyes. "Of course I gave him the house number. I'm not that old you know. How else was he going to get a hold of you?"

"Ah, sorry." A sheepish smile came on my face.

We continued walking home, the silence surrounding us not so uncomfortable now.

"Ah, I almost forgot what was his name?"

"Hm? Oh. Said it was Kurosaki Isshin."

I stopped walking.

Thankfully we were already in front of the house, so I didn't seem like a complete idiot when I froze.

'Kurosaki Isshin. Isn't that like Ichigo's dad or something…OH MY GOD! WAS I REBORN INTO THE BLEACH UNIVERSE!?OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD! Wait, wait, wait. Calm down, calm down me. Take some deep breaths, deep breaths…Okay. This could just be a coincidence, I mean Kurosaki Isshin is a common name, right? There are probably millions of others with that name. Like, I can't possibly be in the Bleach universe it's impossible and even if it was possible talk about one in a bajillion chance…it's probably someone with the same name. Ahh, I'm just working myself up over nothing.'

But as I entered the house I couldn't help but feel that that was the reason my hair was pink.


Here's chapter 1. Isshin as well as Urahara and Shinji will be in the next chapter, hopefully I can do their characters well. Sorry for any grammatical errors.

The title of this chapter is A Day in the Life by The Beatles.

I might change the title of the story; I was never good at titles.

So what y'all think of the other ocs you'll be seeing them frequently as well as some others. Don't worry they won't get in the way. Their just there to keep Shisui from getting lonely and to worm their way into his heart and to help him come to help him deal with his rebirth even though they don't know it yet. There will be more of that in later chapters, don't worry. But I won't make this completely serious serious cuz I don't like sad tragic stories, even though their really good to read and make me cry a lot.

Most scenes will be taking place either at the bar or at home. Some scenes will be at school, but most of the time Shisui will be at the bar and home since that's where he hangs out the most.

How Shisui came to work in a bar is really simple actually, at first it wasn't supposed to be a bar just a restaurant, but my mind was like no make it a bar so a bar it is. Anyway the way Kenji met Shisui is Kenji is friends with the owner of the flower shop that Shisui's mom works at said owner said how one of his coworker's kids was looking for work, he decided to see what the kid had so he said he would like to see the kid. also it was getting difficult managing the bar with only him and Yuuko so yeah. Was surprised to find it was just a kid like a literal kid but he hired him anyway. Liked that he didn't complain and followed directions so he kept having the kid over until Shisui decided to bring dumplings then his fate was sealed. Kenji hired the kid permanently, he hogs him up and keeps away other who are interested in Shisui. So know Shisui works at the bar with a side of babysitting if he's not at the bar; the older man likes it that way, Yuuko thinks he's getting senile.

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