"Why can't I play with Vivienne? I'm old enough!"

"You're not." Hidama's stubborn voice matched her nose in the air as she stared pointedly at her younger sister. That was the thing about her- while Misako was more of a daddy's girl, and little baby Mamoru was glued to Rukia's hip, Hidama was the one who would be considered "Byakuya's daughter" -as Ichigo liked to say. She seemed to get along with her uncle very well, even from a very young age, because her personality was proper and neat and quiet, just like he was. "She was expensive, and a birthday present."

Misako, who had barged into her older sister's room looking for a doll she could 'borrow' that didn't have missing clothes, marker streaks on its face, or hair missing from its head, placed her hands on her little hips, her lower lip sticking out in annoyance,"Mm... how about Eclaire?"

"No."

"Jessica?"

"No."

"What about Hachimitsu?"

"No. Nobody's touching my dolls except me. You have so many dolls, go play with them."

"They're ugly!"

"Because you destroyed them."

"I didn't!"

"You did. Now I'm not going to argue with you anymore, you're disrupting my tea party."

Misako stormed out angrily, stomping as furiously her room as she could and slamming the door. Pacing the length of her closet, she thought desperately in her 5 year old brain- there had to be something she could do!

Finally she settled for dragging a plastic box under the bed, beaming secretively at her beloved Barbies. Reaching in, she picked out a blond Barbie doll- the only one left with normal looking hair.

Standing up, she went over to her drawer, opening it and shuffling around until her fingers met what they were searching for.

Grinning, Misako pulled out a shiny pair of scissors.

She looks down at the lovely full head of hair of her Barbie and grinned.

The next morning was a Sunday. It was calm, Rukia had left early to Soul Society and Ichigo was planning to lazily sleep away until 10, when he was awoken by surprisingly loud scream.

"DAAAAAADDYYYY!"

That sounded like Hidama's voice! He sprung out of bed, tearing down the hallway towards the offending noise. Usually it was Misako's screaming that had him running around. It was rare for Hidama to raise her voice. He grabbed the doorknob of her room, wrenching it open,"What's going on?"

Hidama was standing in front of her vanity table, her hair in her hands, "Look at me..!"

Ichigo stared. Her long, dark brownish-black hair had a big chunk missing at the back, so it sort of looked like someone had bitten half her hair off from the left side. "Ah.."

Hidama's indigo eyes were full of fury, her jaw seemed to lock as she spoke quietly through gritted teeth, "Your daughter did this."

Ichigo rubbed his eyes tiredly, a bit worried at Hidama's anger, "Uh.. daughter...?"

Hidama pointed wordlessly at Misako, who's head was sticking out from behind the door. When Ichigo turned and looked at her, she squeaked and ran away.

"HEY!" Ichigo ran out of the room, running down the hall, he easily snatched the small girl, picking her up and carrying her back to her own room as she wailed, "I-I DIDN'T DO IIIIIITTTTTT..!"

Ichigo sighed in annoyance as her put her down on the floor (he just wanted to sleep, damn it!) and folded his arms across her chest. "Why did you do that Misako? Why?"

Said child bit her lip, short blond hair pulled into two messy ponytails, spoke quietly, "I cannah hee ya, sah."

"Misako."

Misako said quietly again, "I cannah hee ya, sah."

"Misako!"

Hidama had made her way into the room, her arms crossed over her chest and a very Byakuya-esque expression on her face, "Just wait until Mother comes home... just you wait until I tell Byakuya-ojisama."

"I didn't do iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!" She screamed suddenly, throwing her scissors down at her feet and running off to her room. Ichigo sighed softly, Hidama only glared.

"Never mind, Hidama." Ichigo rubbed his forehead tiredly, "I'll make her be sorry."

"Promise?"

"Promise. Just don't tell your mom, ok? I'll take you later to get your hair fixed."

"Ok."

Hidama went off to her room, Ichigo sat down at the table with a sigh, but not before pausing and looking at the person who sat across from him.

Renji sat, quietly eating a toast with grape jelly with his mouth smeared in it, brown eyes watching in half curiosity. "Hey Ichigo. Wassap?"

Ichigo blinked, "Renji... were you sitting there this whole time?"

Renji licked jelly off the corner of his mouth, "Yep. I was hoping to see Rukia.. I didn't know she was coming to Soul Society today. But then I saw that breakfast was ready, so I decided to help myself, if that's alright. Rukia makes really good omelet, by the way."

Ichigo rolled his eyes.

The next morning, it was Misako who screamed, waking everyone. She ran into her parent's room, "MOMMYYYYYYYY, MY HAAAIRRRR!"

Rukia sat up, her face sleepy and her hair sticking up in random directions, eyes wild, "What?" She blinked, face shocked as Misako wailed, climbing up on the bed at Rukia's side and pointing a tiny finger her hair, "IT'S GOOOOOONE…"

"What?" Rukia frowned as the girl turned around, eyebrows raising, "…Why did you chop half your hair off!"

"I didn't!" Misako wailed as Rukia ran her fingers through the child's hair, seeing how half of her blond hair had been cut off, so that the left side was half as short as the right side, "Hidama-nee did it!"

"She didn't," Ichigo murmured sleepily as he rolled onto his stomach, his face buried in his pillow, "I did."

"DA-DDYYYYYYYYYYY! How could you!" Misako screeched, collapsing against Rukia's chest dramatically as she cried. Rukia gripped her daughter's small frame, and, glaring down to the right where her husband lay, speaking angrily, "Ichigo! What's gotten into you!"

"Me?" He sat up now on his knees, towering over both his wife and his daughter, brown eyes sleepy and annoyed, "ME? What's gotten into your daughter, who thinks it's ok to cut her sister's hair off?"

"What?"

"Noooooooooo!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Yeah!" Ichigo flopped back down on his back, turning his head to look at Rukia, "This girl (points at Misako) cut Hidama's hair off yesterday! And then she refused to admit it! What is she going to do next Rukia? Shave her sister's eyebrows? Its ok if he have a eyebrow-less daughter walking around the house!"

Rukia's mouth was open, but she didn't say anything. Silence remained for a moment before she looked down at Misako, "Misako?"

The girl didn't answer.

"Misako?"

She squeezed her eyes tight and whispered, "…I cannah hee ya, sah."