Saya: Oh my geez! I'm so sorry for not updating this! I hope every reader can forgive me! Don't worry though! I put a lot thought into this story! As for my other Bleach story, I'm working on that too. Until then, enjoy this chapter! Yes, in this story, Ichigo is the uke. Why? I firmly believe in HitsuIchi. XD Anyway, more fatherly time with Keiko! And our special guest (whom I've taken into custody) Byakuya!

Byakuya: I'm not even in this story yet.

Saya: You will soon. Until then, you shall be my co-host!

Byakuya: …

Saya: I don't own Bleach or its characters. (Such a sad thought.) They belong to Kubo-sensei.

Arriving in Tokyo

"Wow! You can see everything!"

"Keiko, you need to put on your shoes soon. Tokyo's a few stops away." The father decided to wear a white, collar shirt with blue jeans and black shoes.

"I know." Ichigo's daughter wore a orange and white T-shirt with blue shorts. A small, pink bag hung over her shoulder. Pressing her hands against the glass, she said, "I just wanted to enjoy the view. We hardly go out!"

It's true they don't go out so much, due to his work schedule. The fact summer vacation arrived meant special time for family togetherness. Something they both looked forward to during July. What made it even better was that Toushiro was letting them to stay over at his house. Guess he wanted to see them too.

"Arriving at Tokyo in one minute."

"That's us Keiko." The father stood up and grabbed their suitcase from upper storage. Keiko pouted as he pulled the handles up. Putting on her shoes, she moved towards Ichigo and tugged at his jeans.

"Please exit the car carefully." The P.A. spoke, and the doors slid open. The two sticked close together, merging into a huge crowd. Suddenly, someone accidently bumped into them and Keiko let go of her father's jeans. Ichigo didn't notice though, with people surrounding him in every direction.

"Dad! Daddy!" The orange-and-white-haired girl shouted out, squeezing through people and slipping under their legs. However, once she was outside, her father disappeared. Gone. Ready to cry, his words before the trip replayed in her head.

"If we're separated, let's meet up at Tokyo Tower. It's the Eiffel Tower's red twin. Wait for me there. Promise? I'll come to you as soon as possible."

Taking a deep breath, Keiko adjusted her bag and ran towards Tokyo Tower.

"Dammit! She's gone!" Ichigo cursed his luck. Kami (A/N: It means God) was really bored, and thought it'd be funny to split his daughter and him up. Which is why he was running around everywhere in the city, sweating crazily in the heat. Then, it clicked in his mind what he said earlier to the seven-year-old.

"Argh! I'm wasting my time in Ikebukuro!" The author rushed his way with Tokyo Tower in his sight. Luckily, he didn't let his head get distracted and paid attention to street signs and signals. So, he was only minutes away from his destination.

Thud!

"Sorry!" Ichigo didn't spare the man a glance, and kept running. If he had looked, his mind would blank out. The man had brown hair, slicked back by gel except for one strand. He wore a business suit, and looked positively handsome to some women. Eyebrows narrowed, and a smile creeped on his face.

"Aizen." A black-skinned man called out the stranger's name. He too was wearing a business suit, as dreadlocks were held back by an orange bandana. A pair of silver visors completely covered his eyes. "We need to get to the meeting soon."

"I know."

"Oh! I know that look!" A silver-haired man popped up behind the black-skinned man. With closed, slit eyes, he stared at the brown-haired man. "You set your eyes on someone huh?"

"Yes, I can't wait to see him again."

"Daddy, come here soon." Keiko sat on the stairs in front of Tokyo Tower. Hugging her bag, she stared out into space and waited for orange, spiky hair to appear in her vision. She was here for ten minutes, but no sign of him yet. She, however, knew that her dad will come. He'd never forget about his daughter.

"What are you doing here little one?"

The six-year-old turned around, and made an odd look. An old man was staring at her, and she didn't like it. Maybe it'd be a good time to go inside the tower now. The old man approached her slowly.

"Are you lost? Perhaps I can help. Let's find your parents together," he said with a perverted grin, and Keiko stood up. Without hesitation, she ran away, but the man was chasing after her. She didn't want to go with someone she didn't know, and may never see her dad again. Looking around, she cried at the top of her lungs.

"Someone help!"

"Hyourinmaru!"

"Argh!"

Keiko stopped, turning around slowly. Her teal eyes widened. A white dog barked at the pervert, who backed away in fear. The huge white dog growled, baring huge fangs. Then, a person with white, spiky hair walked up towards the animal.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Dressed in black jacket, white, collared shirt, and blue jeans, Toushiro looked at the old man with disgust. He looked behind him to see a little girl with shoulder-length, orange hair with white highlights. What made him lift an eyebrow was the teal-colored eyes. He never that color in anyone but himself, meaning…

That made things worse for the old man.

"Hyourinmaru, protect the little girl." The young man watched his dog changed moods, dashing towards Keiko. Stopping in front of her, the white dog licked her face happily. The child felt safe now, and hugged the dog tightly.

Toushiro grinned at the scene, but it disappeared when he faced the old man.

"What are you, her guardian?" He barked, wondering why the stranger interfered.

"I was about to ask you the same thing. Judging by her running, you're a creep."

"Well, what does that make you?"

"A hero." Before the old man retorted, Toushiro ran towards him and punched him in the gut. Stepping back, the old man fell forward and won't be getting up any time soon. Keiko gaped in awe. She never saw anyone besides her dad with one blow. Now, she wanted to know more about her rescuer.

"You okay?"

Keiko saw the stranger stretched his hand out to her, and feeling safe, she took it. Being lifted up, she smiled and bowed.

"Thanks for helping me out!" Teal eyes sparkled with admiration. "I didn't know anyone can knock out a guy with one punch besides daddy!" A small smile appeared on Hitsugaya's face, as Hyourinmaru barked merrily.

"Really? I feel honored then."

"Um, mister." She fiddled with her bag, and looked nervous. However, she didn't want another incident to happen again. So, she took the risk and asked, "Can you please stay with me?" Toushiro looked at her with a concerned expression. If his instincts were right, her father would be here and rescued her instead of him. Though there was no sign of that.

"How come?"

"I'm waiting for daddy here. And I don't want to have another problem like that again."

"Sure."

"Thank you mister!" The two and Hyourinmaru walked towards a bench. They sat down, watching the white dog chased a few birds. Keiko kicked her feet up and down, wondering why the stranger saved her. It was puzzling. Her dad or his friends were the ones who'd come to her aid. And for some reason, she felt like she knew this person.

"What's your name?" The white-haired asked, waiting for a response. He was thankful to meet his daughter sooner than he expected. Nevertheless, he was unfamiliar with the children. Mostly brats to his cold eyes, but he needed to clean up. It didn't help that Kurosaki Ichigo was her other father. It'll take more than a month to fix the old wounds between them.

"My name is Kurosaki Keiko," she said excitedly. "You can call me Keiko instead."

What mattered now was that he was spending time with his daughter. He, however, thought it'd best not to reveal himself as her missing parent. The last thing Toushiro wanted was for Keiko to freak out in confusion and run away. He wanted Ichigo to properly reveal that sacred information. Until that moment, he'll have to earn Keiko's trust.

"Well, I'm Hitsugaya Toushiro. It's nice to meet you–"

"Keiko!"

Startled, they saw someone bending over and panting heavily. Orange, spiky hair. One luggage case. Straightening their figure, Keiko smiled and Toushiro's eyes widened. One word explained it all.

"Dad!" Jumping off the bench, the young girl ran towards Ichigo. He bent down, opening his arms as they hugged each other. His daughter buried her face into his chest, snuggling towards the warmth. A small smile appeared on his face. Relief filled his mind.

"Told ya I'll come." Keiko looked up, and flashed a toothy grin.

"I knew you would. You always keep your promise."

"Kurosaki?"

Ichigo looked up, and his eyes widened.

"Toushiro."

Saya: Oh, cliffhangers. Yeah, basically, I was lucky to have time to write.

Byakuya: Who knows, you might have been lazy.

Saya: Hey, try writing a fanfic story when you have no time on your hands.

Byakuya: *Rolls eyes*

Saya: So, hoped you enjoyed it! It's not the best work, but I tried! See you next time!