Here it is! Chapter 2! This story will take longer for uploading because I'm working on making it longer than my last one. I'm working hard on it for you guys and a very special fan of mine. (You know how you are! ;)) Anyway, there isn't much more for me to say. Enjoy!
Isshin stared at Ichigo in absolute shock, his mouth opened wide and his eyes even wider. Ichigo only returned his stare, sweat running down his face.
'Fuck! I knew this was going to go bad!' Ichigo thought as silence consumed the small family like a large blanket. Even Rukia sensed a sudden change in the atmosphere and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Isshin's expression was a mixture of shock and what seemed to be anger, though nobody could tell because he was as stiff as a board.
"Dad, are you okay?" Kairn managed to ask after a long period of silence. Isshin took a deep breath before rising from his seat at the table and tackling Ichigo to the ground.
"Ichigo!" Rukia exclaimed as she saw Ichigo's head hit the ground hard. Ichigo let out a painful grunt and shivered as pain suddenly shot down his spine.
'Damnit! I didn't think he would react like this! He's seriously gonna kill me!' Ichigo thought as he felt Isshin grab the collar of his shirt. Isshin knelt down to his ear and took a deep breath once again. Ichigo shut his eyes tight, afraid of what his dad was going to do next.
"YOU MORON! YOU MADE US WAIT FOR NEARLY TWELVE HOURS TO TELL US THIS?! THIS IS MADNESS! NEXT TIME, TELL ME OVER THE PHONE YOU IDIOT!" Isshin roared in Ichigo's ear. Ichigo's eyes bolted open and he looked at his father in total shock. Isshin had a huge grin on his face.
"Wait, so... you aren't mad?" Ichigo asked. Isshin punched him again, getting a surprised grunt from Ichigo.
"At the fact that you made us wait to tell us you are getting married and possibly going to have babies in a short while, yes! But the fact that you're marrying such a gorgeous and beautiful woman? Heavens NO! This is GREAT! MY LITTLE BOY HAS FINALLY BECOME A MAN!" Isshin cheered as he jumped off of Ichigo and started doing cartwheels around the kitchen and all around the house. Ichigo sat himself up and rubbed the back of his head. Rukia walked over to him and helped him to his feet.
"Are you okay?" Rukia asked. Ichigo pulled his hand away and noticed blood smeared on his palm.
"Uh..." Ichigo slurred, becoming unsteady and nearly falling face-forward. Rukia dragged him to a chair and Karin came with a towel, holding it to his cut.
"I can't believe you're getting married Ichigo. Congratulations." Karin said. Yuzu rushed over with some ice and held it to her brother's head.
"This is so exciting! I'm so happy for you Rukia! Ichigo's going to be a great partner for you! Ooo! Can I be the flower girl? Please, please, please!" Yuzu chimed. Rukia gave an uneasy smile.
"Why don't we discuss this when Ichigo's feeling a little less... unconscious." Rukia suggested, seeing that Ichigo was on the edge of passing out.
"Good idea..." Karin agreed. Rukia and Yuzu dragged Ichigo upstairs to his bed while Karin focused on beating up her father for nearly killing the poor guy. Once Ichigo lied down, he was feeling a tad better, but Rukia wouldn't let him sleep just yet.
"Stay awake for another hour or so, honey. I don't want you slipping into a coma." Rukia said quietly, stroking the side of his bruised face.
"Uh huh..." Ichigo responded. Yuzu placed the ice pack back on his head. The cold should keep him awake for a little longer, though they didn't know how long it would last. It was very late and everyone was exhausted.
"Um, Ichigo?" Yuzu suddenly spoke. Ichigo turned his head to look at his younger sister.
"Yeah, what is it Yuzu?" Ichigo asked her sweetly.
"Can I have your cupcake?" Yuzu asked innocently. Ichigo chuckled and nodded.
"Sure ya can. Knock yourself out... no, wait... don't do that." Ichigo said as he realized he didn't want anyone ending up the way he did. Yuzu squealed before racing down the stairs. Ichigo smiled. His sister was so innocent and sweet.
"That was sweet of you, Ichigo." Rukia whispered. She climbed in bed and allowed him to rest his head in her lap and she looked down at him. He looked tired and relieved at the same time. "Atleast your dad took it well." Rukia said. Ichigo scowled.
"If you call that well... I feel like I got hit by a dump truck..." Ichigo groaned. He'll have to beat the hell out of his dad tomorrow morning.
"Just sleep. You deserve it after such a long day." Rukia said. Ichigo smiled before closing his eyes and finally let sleep take over his body. Rukia was left watching him sleep, dreaming about the wedding that was coming up soon.
The next morning, Ichigo woke with an ache in his cranium, but other than that felt okay. And what was the first thing he did? Beat the hell out of his father. Rukia awoke to the sound of Isshin's screams of agony and lots of banging. She jumped out of bed and ran downstairs to find Ichigo with his father in a headlock.
"You stupid, old man! You almost killed me last night!" Ichigo roared at his father, who was gasping for air.
"Ichigo, let him go! You're hurting him!" Rukia yelled. Ichigo growled in frustration before letting Isshin go and walking to Rukia's side. He gave her a kiss on her cheek and smiled.
"Good morning, honey..." Ichigo said so nonchalantly. Rukia gave him a disappointed look.
"Ichigo, don't act like what I just saw didn't happen. What the hell is wrong with you? Did that blow mess up your head?" Rukia asked in a defensive tone. Ichigo laughed.
"Nope. I'm just messing with you." Ichigo reassured. "Besides, I have plans for you today." Ichigo told her. Rukia raised an eyebrow.
"Oh? And what may that be?" Rukia asked.
"You, my dear, are going out today with Orihime and Yoruichi. I already made a reservation at the diner downtown." Ichigo said with a smile. Rukia's eyes lit up.
"Really? You got Yoruichi to come into town?!" Rukia said excitedly. Ichigo nodded.
"I got a call from her this morning and I told her you had something important to tell her. So, I made arrangements for a late lunch and you need to get there within three hours. So, I suggest you get ready soon." Ichigo said with a proud smile. Rukia nodded before bounding up the stairs. 'Now I can get some real work done around here...' Ichigo thought as everything he had to do came to play in his mind. He suddenly heard the agonizing groan from his father who was trying to pick himself up off the floor.
"M-my son! Such chivalry! How proud I am of you..." Isshin groaned. Yet, he still had that goofy grin on his face. Ichigo gave him a pathetic look.
"Shut up, old man. I'm still pissed at you for nearly cracking my skull open. I'm still hurting..." Ichigo rubbed the back of his head. Isshin pulled himself up using the kitchen chair for support. One eye was shut in pain, but the idiot could care less about pain.
"I am so proud of you, son! You are marrying such a great girl, and a beautiful one at that! I'll be more than happy to call her my daughter!" Isshin said. Ichigo smiled slightly. Atleast his father was accepting of his proposal. He just wished his mother could've been here to see this day. It was his fault she was gone after all... "So, how many babies do you plan on having?"
Seconds later, Isshin was now on the floor once again with the chair on top of him.
"The dumbass..." Ichigo grumbled as he stormed upstairs, his face very red.
By the time Ichigo got upstairs, the shower was running. He knew it was Rukia. She was so excited to go see Yoruichi and Orihime. He was glad he could get her out of the house. He had a few things to prep that Rukia could not know about just yet.
Ichigo walked over to the closet where Rukia still occasionally slept and dug around in the sheets. He found Rukia's cellphone and turned it off before shoving it in his pocket.
"I don't want Rukia stressing over any hollows. I'll take care of those for a while." Ichigo said to himself. Not a second later, Rukia came in dressed in her yellow sundress that ended just above her kneecaps. It took everything in Ichigo to keep his tounge from lagging out of his mouth.
"Well, how do I look?" Rukia asked with a smile. Ichigo smirked.
"You don't want to know my version of amazing." Ichigo said, standing up and placing a kiss on Rukia's face.
"I'm so excited to see Yourichi! It's been so long!" Rukia squealed. Ichigo chuckled. He knew this would've made her happy. And to think he was going to marry her. "You didn't have to do this, Ichigo." Rukia said, looking up at him. Ichigo gave Rukia a confused look.
"And why not? Who else to spend the Saturday with than your best friends, Rukia?" Ichigo asked her. Rukia looked to the ground and bit her lip.
"Well, you for starters, and what are you going to do while I'm gone?" Rukia's question made Ichigo laugh.
"Trust me, Rukia. I'll have plenty on my plate here while you're away." Ichigo reassured. Rukia rolled her eyes and sighed, giving up.
"Okay, okay... if you're absolutely positive. I guess I won't pester you." Rukia said.
"I like when you pester me. It's a turn-on when you're angry." Ichigo breathed on her neck. Rukia flicked his nose and turned for the door.
"If that's the mood you're going to be in all day, I best leave now." Rukia winked him a good-bye before walking out of his room. Ichigo smirked to himself. He was so good at chasing her away. Now he could get started on writing his-
"Wow, stealing her phone was big."
...Kon...
Ichigo sighed and turned around and saw the stuffed toy standing on his bed. Ichigo did not want to deal with him now. "Stealing is a crime, Ichigo." Kon started.
'Damn thing... he got outta the suitcase...' Ichigo said to himself. He had stuffed him in Yuzu's suitcase to keep the house in peace when his family had gone on vacation, but it looks like the little thing escaped...
"You could get in big trouble by the law and worse, Rukia! I bet she'll march right back in here and-" Kon was cut off by Ichigo grabbing him by the face.
"Listen here you little bastard, I am trying to give Rukia a break from the hollows and soul reaper responsibilities, alright? We're getting married in a little while and if you don't keep your big mouth shut, I'm personally making your head the ring pillow!" Ichigo threatened before throwing the toy across the room, hearing a squeak and a grunt. Ichigo sighed deeply and sat down at his desk, getting a piece of paper and a few pencils.
'I have to get this right... I just have to...' Ichigo thought as he began writing down on the paper.
How was it? I feel it was too short... I'm getting a small case of writer's block, but it shouldn't last. What could Ichigo possibly be doing? Excitement! I shall get started on the third chapter as soon as I get enough free time on my hands from school. I expect great things with this story! Thanks for reading and stay tuned!