I'm not going by 6, but it's often easier to do things less. But I'll try to add more drabbles for the coming chapters!

Berry Angel by Boogermeister

13- Hug (A/N: When Tensa's 16)

"I'm gonna visit Grandpa, Mom," Tensa called out as he quickly walked downstairs, as Ichigo and Starrk was watching television in the living room. "See you later."

"Wait a minute, Tensa," Ichigo said as he glanced up from the couch, and the teen stopped in his tracks.

"Yeah, Mom?"

"Come here and give me a hug," he smiled as he lifted his arms up. Tensa immediately frowned at that, a hug? Was that his mother wanted from him? "Come on, Tensa, I want a hug from you."

". . . . You got Starrk, hug him," he frowned. All the while, his stepfather gazed tiredly at the screen, mentally wishing not to be a part of this.

"No, I wanna hug my special boy," persisted Ichigo as he stood up. "Come over here and hug your mother, Tensa."

"No thanks," frowned Tensa as he tried to walk away. But he was suddenly tackled down to the floor, as his mother quickly wrapped his arms around him. "Damn it, Mom! I don't want a hug from you!" he scowled as he tried to squirm away but the hug tightened as Ichigo kissed him square on the cheek. "Agh! You're just as bad as Goat-Face!"

"But at least my motives are more loving!" smirked the man as he stood up.

"Geez, what is it with parents trying to act strange with teenagers?" scoffed Tensa as he got to his feet, grumbling as he wiped off his cheek and finally left. Ichigo simply smirked as he returned back to the couch and cuddled against his lover.

"Was that really necessary . . . .?" Starrk asked, cuddling back.

"Nah, but I just wanna tease him a little," he laughed a little.

"You're a cruel mother."

14- Vizard Visit

Shinji was the only one who saw Tensa, commenting that the two year old was not considered troublesome to the outcasted Soul Reapers despite of his parentage. "Everyone else asked to see him," he suggested one day. "It's not everyday that one of our kind has a baby."

". . . . Oh yeah, I keep forgetting that I'm a Vizard," muttered Ichigo, pushing Tensa gently on the infant swing. "I dunno, so far Tensa's all right meeting with my friends. But them? Out of all of them, you're the closest thing of being an acquaintance or something."

"Geez, thanks for the compliment," he frowned with a dead-pan expression. "Just one visit and that's it, then you can ignore us."

"Easier said than done, Orihime keeps visiting you guys and gossips about it to me," Ichigo frowned.

"That's because Orihime's my one true love."

"Don't say it with such a bland face," he scoffed.

"Hey, Shin . . . .!" smiled Tensa when he glanced at the blonde Vizard.

"Hey there, kiddo!" beamed Shinji. "You wanna meet Mama's old friends today?"

"Yah . . . .!"

"See, he agreed with me!"

"Don't manipulate him, Shinji!" frowned Ichigo. He reluctantly agreed to the end, going to the same run-down warehouse that was certainly unsafe for his son. After a few years, everyone looked the same as they more or less greeted him.

"It's not fair, how come that baby's getting so much attentions?" whined Mashiro as she flailed around the ground childishly. "What's so special about him? Make him go away!"

"Shut up, the kid's more mature than you!" scowled Kensei.

"I don't care that he's cute, I'm cuter!" Tensa gazed at the new faces he was introduced to; Lisa simply glanced at him before returning to reading her swimsuit catalogue, Love's spiky afro was interesting to touch, Rose seemed interested of knowing him, Mashiro was odd, Kensei seemed scary, but Hiyori appeared scarier with that pointy tooth and scowling eyes.

And then there was Hachi. "Ahh!" he gasped, staring in awe at the large rotund man.

"Huh, he seems excited of seeing Hachi," remarked Rose.

"Right, he loves those who are . . . . ginormous," Ichigo sighed.

"At least that's something," grinned Shinji.

"Well . . . . guess I could get familiar with this young child," smiled Hachi as he sat down and gazed at the toddler. "Hello there, I'm Hachi . . . ."

"Hi . . . ." Tensa smiled, struggling out of his mother's arms to get to him.

"All right, all right," the teen sighed deeply. "He's not a playground, you know."

"And now he likes Hachi? That's not fair at all!" whined Mashiro through her tantrum. But that was ignored when Tensa climbed onto the giant's lap and giggled.

"See? It's not so bad, huh, Ichi?" smiled Shinji.

"Easier said than done, now he would want to see him again," sighed Ichigo, watching his son climbing onto the large shoulders.

15- Two pt. 2

"What's in here . . . .?" sighed Ichigo, picking up the two presents Rukia brought for Tensa. "Tensa, try to open these."

"Ah . . . ." nodded Tensa, nimbly ripping at the papers of the first one to reveal what looked like a coloring book. "Mama . . . ."

"All right, I'll help you," he muttered as he removed the paper entirely. "What the . . . .?" he instantly frowned, the cover of the book revealed to be a cartoonish bunny. "How typical of Rukia."

"What's wrong with that?" Rukia frowned back. "I bet you that he'll appreciate it, Ichigo."

"I know that," he sighed as he picked up the second present. ". . . . Let me guess, these are crayons right?"

"Dang it."

"Ah, there's something I have for Tensa," smiled Nel, holding up a paper bag.

"What's in there, Nel?" asked Ichigo.

"It's a necklace that I hand-made myself," she replied, fishing out the item out of the bag. The teen mother blinked at it, it looked like variety of fangs attached through a piece of string.

"How . . . . thoughtful," he muttered, "but I don't that he's old enough to wear something like that."

"Where did you get those teeth anyway?" asked Starrk.

"From Hollows that Grimmjow had defeated recently, it was his suggestion." Ichigo groaned at that, the former Sexta wasn't the most modest out of the group but at least he was trying to compliment despite his old rivalry with him. "I guess it's okay, though," shrugged Nel. "I think he's a little sad that you stopped being a Soul Reaper, Ichigo."

"Oh, I never thought Grimmjow would get sad about it," Ichigo sighed deeply. "Maybe . . . . next time, he could visit us but not to fight, not even to spar with me."

"Heh, I doubt that but I'll try," she smiled.

"Ichigo, me and Karin got something for Tensa," smiled Yuzu, as she and her twin held out what looked like a quilt, strawberries and soccer balls patterned over the light orange blanket. "We made it just for him!"

"Really, thanks so much, you guys!" smiled Ichigo as he took it. "See this, Tensa? Your aunts made this blanket for you! You like it?"

"Yah . . . .!" Tensa giggled, touching at the woolly fabric before hugging it to his body. It felt so soft to him.

"Hey, he got one last present!" grinned Isshin, holding up an obviously large and heavy present. "And this is from me!"

"Oh no . . . . can someone restrain me from killing him?" frowned Ichigo, but his father already set the item down and tore off the paper. ". . . . Huh?" He blinked at the cover of the box, and he couldn't believe it. "Dad . . . . I know that's not a bed set," he stated but it wasn't out of annoyance or anger. "We don't have enough space for it here, and you know that."

"I know, but I felt the need to buy it anyway when you moved out someday, Ichigo," Isshin sighed sincerely. "My grandson's getting older and he will need to live in a new home with you when you're ready." Ichigo blinked at him and smiled softly.

"You're right about that, but I'd like to stay home for a little while, Dad," he said. "I'm not in any rush right now."

"I know . . . ."

16- Day Out

Tensa squealed in delight, riding on Starrk's shoulders as the former Espada took him to the park. Ichigo was more than happy to allow it as he was busy applying for schools lately. "Th-arrk, there . . . .!" The two year old pointed out, when they reached the playground. It was mostly stay-at-home mothers observing their young children playing around from the benches. Starrk carefully put Tensa down and the toddler immediately climbed onto the stairs.

The tall brunet carefully eyed him as he then waddled over the wooden bridge for the slides, going for the spiral one. "Be careful, Tensa . . . ." muttered Starrk as he moved to help him fall down the slide.

"Whee . . . .!" squealed the young child, gently landing onto padded ground. "'Gan, Th-arrk!"

"Again? Okay . . . ." he sighed as he picked him up for the top of the slide. "Ready, Tensa?"

"Yah!" Tensa squealed again as he glided down the smooth plastic surface. Now he wanted to go on the other slide, the standard one as he readied to go down once again. "Th-arrk, yuh do!" he smiled, tugging at his hands.

"No thanks, not after what your grandfather did . . . ." sighed Starrk. He remembered Ichigo beating down Isshin last time for wanting to go on the playground, nearly getting banned from the park for his insane antics. "You want to go on the swings, though?"

"Uh-huh!" nodded Tensa. Though he was getting bigger, the toddler could still fit inside the recommended swing.

"Maybe next time you can go on the other ones . . . ." he muttered quietly as he gently pushed him, listening happily to his giggling. It was nice to be around him, despite his lazy persona. He would be by his side regardless, that was his promise ever since the final battle nearly a year ago.

"Excuse me . . . ." A young woman came up to him, breaking out of his thoughts as she smiled coyly at him. "What a cute boy you got there." Starrk blinked, he was told that humans often start up conversations when they are interested in each other. Guess this was it.

". . . . Yes, his name is Tensa," he replied, not wanting to sound rude.

"Really, such a interesting name he has," she smiled, glancing at the preoccupied toddler before turning to Starrk. "I rarely seen fathers taking their kids out around here."

Pardon?"

"You're his father right?" she asked. "Your hair's darker than his but I assumed that's your son . . . ." Starrk blinked again, why would she think that? This had never happened before.

"I'm not his father," he honestly answered.

"Oh . . . ." the woman frowned a little. "Then his father-"

"He's dead," he said. "But it doesn't matter, he actually died out of his own arrogance and obsession of power. It's not worth being sad over him, he didn't really care about his own son."

"Oh, I'm sorry," she nodded. "What about his mother?"

". . . . It's fine, Tensa here couldn't be any more happier with his mother," he said. He couldn't say that Ichigo, a man, was the mother. Knowing that, it would be too strange for strangers.

"Well, since you're not the father then I guess you don't mind if I ask to get together with you," she suggested. Starrk blinked again, it was 'flirting' that he was seeing like from television. True, the woman was attractive but he wasn't interested in her. He wasn't sure to how to say no without hurting her feelings.

"Well . . . . I prefer to be with Tensa, I'm not the type who would go on a date so easily," he muttered. The woman blinked in surprise and confusion, glancing at him before seemingly nodding.

"Oh . . . . you're one of those type of guys," she assumed.

"Excuse me?"

"Never mind, I understand . . . ." sighed the woman before walking. Again, Starrk blinked.

"Strange . . . ." he sighed, learning humans' way of life appeared to be more difficult than he thought.

"Th-arrk, high!" said Tensa as he glanced behind him.

"Higher? Okay, but I won't go too high," he nodded.

17- Into the Air

"Dad! How many times do I have to tell you, don't toss him up too high!" scowled Ichigo, when he noticed Tensa being thrown into the air by Isshin. Despite that, both grandson and grandfather laughed in enjoyment while the family was having an outdoor picnic. Starrk was nearby, sleeping under the tree with Lily.

"Come on, my darling son! He's having a great time with me!" smiled Isshin. "Look, he's safe with someone like me!"

"Like you? Karin had a bump on her head for a week because you thought it was a good idea to toss her indoors!" he argued.

"And yet I'm surprised that I didn't get brain hemorrhage from that," Karin replied from the table.

"I learned my lesson this time . . . .!"

"Whee . . . .!" giggled Tensa, when he was tossed into the air and was caught effortlessly. "High, Goat! High!"

"Okay!" grinned Isshin, practically launched him high into the sky. Too high, as the toddler flew up with a ding. "Uh-oh . . . ."

"Dad . . . . what the hell did you do?" seethed Ichigo, as Starrk immediately woke up and stood to his feet with a soft yawn.

"H-he'll come back down, my darling son-" Isshin stammered, but was pounced by his enraged son.

"I warned you not to throw him up so high, you idiot!" he roared, throttling and lashing at him. All the while, Starrk walked up to the two, but didn't pay any attention as he held his hands out.

". . . . Wheeee!" squealed Tensa as he came back down, right into the former Primera's arms. The gravity was great, but Starrk barely stumbled as he cradled him. "Th-arrk, high!" he giggled.

"Sorry, seems like your mother's on the kill for now," he sighed with a slight smile.

18- Naptime 2

As always, Starrk fell asleep in the bathtub, snoring deeply as the warm water was cooling down. He was warned many times about getting sick for his habit but he kept forgetting. Because of the door being left slightly opened, Tensa toddled in and saw him. "Th-arrk!" he smiled as he walked up to him.

"Hm . . . .?" Starrk mumbled as he opened his eyes. "What is it, do you want to bathe as well?"

"Uh . . . ."

"Maybe later then," he yawned as he shifted his body. "Do me a favor . . . . and wash my hair for me, Tensa?"

"Huh?" frowned Tensa, when he watched him reaching for a bottle of shampoo and opening it. But he quickly understood it, as 'soap for hair'.

"Hold out your hand . . . ." he muttered, pouring out a small amount onto his hand. Smiling, the toddler patted at his hair, and the shampoo quickly lathered into the strands. "You're good at this, Tensa . . . ."

"Hee . . . .!" he smiled.

"Starrk . . . .? What're you doing to my son?" Ichigo frowned as he peeked inside. "You're tricking him into washing your hair?"

"He agreed to it," he shrugged.

"Doesn't matter, come on Tensa," he muttered. "Leave Starrk alone with his bath, maybe this time he'll drown."

"That only happen once, Ichigo," stated Starrk.

"Don't say it like it's so normal." Tensa giggled a little as he moved for his mother, his soapy hands grasped for the leg of his jeans. "Come on, you'll bathe later," he sighed as he picked him up and kiss at his cheek. "Then you'll go to sleep, it's almost bedtime."

"Aw . . . ." frowned Tensa.

"'Aw' nothing, you little devil," he smirked as he left the bathroom. Starrk sighed tiredly and closed his eyes, this time he won't try to drown when he fell asleep once again.

19- I Can Do It

"Uh! Uhn . . . .!" Tensa pouted as he tried to reach for the milk on the kitchen table. "Milk . . . .!" Ichigo watched his two-year-old son trying to do everything for himself, it had been happening lately. Just this morning, he learned how to put on the bathroom sink by climbing onto the hamper, only to fall right into the dirty clothes.

"You want this, Tensa?" Yuzu asked as she picked up the carton. Tensa immediately whined in frustration and frowned, confusing his aunt. "Huh? I thought he wanted the milk."

"He wants to pour it himself, Yuzu," sighed Karin. "He's getting through that phrase, pretty soon he'll throw so many tantrums."

"No he won't . . . ." frowned Ichigo. Tensa finally took the milk for his bowl of cereal, in his small hands it felt heavy for him as he tried to pour it.

"Ehh . . . ." he frowned, he attempted again but he wasn't strong enough.

"Tensa, I can help you if you want," he suggested.

"Nuh . . . ." He finally tilted the carton but it suddenly fell to the table surface.

"Damn," frowned Ichigo as he quickly picked up the milk carton, the content spilled a little before he wiped away with a napkin. Tensa frowned sadly, he was trying to fix his own breakfast but it failed. "It's okay, Tensa . . . . you can do it next time," he assured, kissing at the top of his head.

"Oh . . . . yah, Mama," Tensa nodded.

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Bonus Drabble!- GrimmIchi: Perfect Being

The orange-haired being scowled a little as he crawled out of the vent and onto the ledge of a high-rise building, ignoring the state police's protests to apprehend him. Not because he couldn't understand their language, he rather ignored them as he tried to make sense of his new environment. Vehicles zoomed through the air intricately, as the ground far below him was covered in thick smog caused by centuries of humans' pollutions.

Carefully, he stalked along the ledge with his hands gripping at the wall. His white bandage-like clothing was becoming smudge with dirt and soot as he turned around a corner, only to halt his steps when a train suddenly blared down the side of the building. It was bizarre to him, the environment here was more different than the ones in his former life. He clenched his eyes shut when a pair of headlights suddenly blinded him.

"This is the police," came an authorized voice in English. "Put your hands up . . . . this is the police." The being put his hands up, but only to sheild his eyes from the blinding lights. He was unaware of the police scammed him for any identification. But it came up nothing, as the being was unknown to the human world. He scoffed, there was no way that he was getting caught from them.

He needed to find the 'priest' for his help. Without thinking twice, he leapt off the ledge, despite the shocked look on the officers' faces. The being narrowly avoided the cars, he hoped to find a safe landing down below, but he miscalculated as he fell head-first through the rooftop of a taxicab.

"Fuck!" the driver cursed out in shock, struggling to break his car into a stop. What just happened to his car?

"You just have an accident. You have one point left on-"

"On you license, shit!" he cut the computerized voice off. He finally managed to stop and pressed the auto-pliot on, scratching through his light blue hair. This was not his day, he couldn't believe that some jumper damaged his car. "Shit . . . ." he grumbled before looking into the back seat. "Anyone alive in there?"

In response, he was slightly startled when a hand came up against the plastic divider. He then blinked in surprise when he then saw orange hair; sure, these days everyone have outrageous hair colors but this was different as the person glanced up. ". . . . Hey there," he muttered with a small smirk. The orange-haired being blinked and flinched back defensively, but the man simply smirked out of curiosity. He blinked again, though this blunet seemed feral with his cyan eyes he didn't appear to look dangerous. "Hey."

The being grinned back in greeting, he seemed worthy to trust for now. But as soon as he opened his mouth to explain his ordeal, the driver was taken aback a little when all he heard was complete gibberish. It sounded similar to Japanese, in which he understood, but this was different. But the orange-haired being used gestures to tell him though it was any better but he smiled anyway. "Sook . . . sook . . . ." he said, showing off his unique tattoos on his wrist, four varies of lines in a square before explaining again.

"Oh . . . .!" nodded the blue-haired driver, chuckling a little when the other person banged against the plastic glass.

"Tiyol . . . . talar boom," he finished.

"Boom, I understand 'boom'," the driver replied. "Like 'bada-boom'."

"Bada-boom," mimicked the being, smiling as if the man understood his words.

"Yeah, big bada-boom," he nodded.

"Big . . . . bada-big?"

"Yeah . . . ." the driver smirked, gazing at the chocolate eyes. "You're lucky you're not dead . . . ."

"Your attention, please." Both of them were startled when they heard the short siren before the blunet looked back, and saw a police car next to him. "You have an unauthorized passenger in your vehicle. Please cooperate and hand him over." The driver glanced back and noticed the frightened look on his face as he curled up in the tattered back seat.

"Sorry . . . . guess this is your last ride," he sighed deeply. The being glanced up and frowned, this man couldn't help him? "Sorry, kid . . . ."

He could try to beg him, but the man couldn't understand him. He glanced down to see a small ad taped to the glass. 'Please Help', it said and he instantly understood it. "Puh . . . . Puh-lease . . . . h-help . . . ." he muttered out, knowing that the man should know English.

"I'm sorry . . . . I need to get this car repaired and put it into a six-month overhaul," the driver shook his head.

"P . . . . Please h-help," begged the orange-haired being.

". . . . I can't," he frowned, a tug of sadness was itching at him as he glanced away.

"Can you please open your door . . . .?"

". . . . Sorry, kid," muttered the driver, he pressed a button and the back door instantly. The being instantly cringed from the wind and the brooding presence of the officers preparing to take him away.

"Take you for your cooperation . . . . ." The driver sighed heavily as he saw his disheartened expression from the rear mirror, as much as he wanted to do it he couldn't disobey the law enforcement for fear of being arrested and fired from his job. Then again . . . . he didn't really like his job, and he could actually care less about the police. He sighed again, what should he do next?

"Please . . . ." the person pleaded. That did it.

". . . . Fuck, Nnoi's gonna kill me," he frowned, taking off the auto-pilot. Suddenly, he floored it and erratically drove off.

"You have disobeyed law enforcement," the computerized speaker spoke. "You have no points left on your-"

"Shut up!" he gritted, smashing the speaker before closing back the back door. "Fuck . . . . I hope that I don't regret my decision with you, kid." But the orange-haired grinned happily, though he was the destined savior of the entire universe this human was his temporary hero.

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I just had to write that last drabble cuz it wouldn't leave my head until I get it out in words. It's based off my fav sci-fi movie, and if you can guess it, you get chocolate! Hint: think/wiki Milla Jovovich. I'll make sure that I'll update faster.

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