A/N: So my mom ate my chocolates. That's where this idea came from. :|
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Flash fics :'D
Specially the IchiHime family ones *_*
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"Orihime-chan"
She looked away.
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"Kurosaki-chan" he puffed his cheeks.
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She looked at him from the corner of her eyes and averted his gaze.
He drew out an irritated breath.
H-How could she? She knows it was not to be touched.
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"Okaa-san." He pouted.
No response.
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"Mom?"
No response.
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"Maaaaaaaaaaaa….."
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"Mother of Sora Kurosaki?"
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"I shouldn't be the one who is supposed to talk first, Mrs. Kurosaki." He scowled.
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She looked at the six year old. She shook her head.
Fine, it was her mistake.
She needs to apologize.
She knelt down to address her son.
She could feel Ichigo's amused eyes on her. She knows he was trying to control his laughter.
That mean husband of hers. She looked back to glare him before apologizing to her son.
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He could only smirk at her.
This was going to be entertaining.
He knows Orihime was feeling guilty. But he couldn't help himself but tease when their six year old wore an expression like that.
Was the little fella trying to imitate his dad?
Who knows?
He continued to watch the little scene in their living room.
His guilty wife kneeling in front of a scowling yet pouting Sora with his hands crossed over his chest.
Aaah, typical.
How alike were they? The father and son?
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She laughed sheepishly and scratched her cheek before putting her hands on his knees.
"Sora?"
He puffed his cheeks and looked away.
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"Mommy is sorry."
"Mommy is not at all sorry, I know that." He said.
"I promise never to eat your ice cream again."
"I don't believe that"
He heard his mother gasping.
"Uwaaah~… Sora… How could you… to your very own one and only mother…"
"Mom…"
"My Sora-nii always used to give his ice cream to me…" she pouted "So different you two are…"
"B-But Mom…"
"Infact he used to feed me with his own hands…"
"B-But… I even wrote a note…"
"Yeah, a note saying – 'My dad will cut you with his Bankai if you eat it.' "
"And you still ate it…"
"Now, that's not very nice, Sora… You cannot go around threatening people like that…"
"B-But… dad said he would… the last time Renji-oji-san ate my pudding…"
"Your daddy likes to fight with Renji-kun…" she looked back to her husband who wore a smug grin "He just needs an opportunity." She huffed.
"Listen… Sora… your Daddy and I will get you a bigger ice cream."
"And that new race car? Please?"
"We just got you a toy last week."
"But…"
"Fine… I'll get you one."
He smiled widely and hugged his mother.
"You're the best…Mom… I love you…"
She giggled.
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Ichigo scowled and walked towards the couch.
"Yeah right… even if she buys it at my expense."
"Ichigo…"
She sat on the couch with Sora on her lap. She stroked his orange hair.
"That was very childish of you to eat his ice-cream, Hime." He scolded.
"So are you gonna fight me with your Bankai?" she cocked her brow and enquired.
"I-I…"
"Just being a hero for your son?"
"Tease me now… I'll see what I can do with you later…" he smirked.
"Mom… Dad…"
"Yes, Sora?" they said together.
She shifted a little bit more to her husband.
"Could you not do that? I'm not asleep you know."
"Brat… why you… come here…"
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... But my mom never apologised... Uh.. k..bye..