A Father/ Daughter Bonding
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A/N: Inspired by sphinx' comment "sphinx chapter 4 . Sep 13- so sweet.. i cant imagine rukia life with shunsui.. update soon" So here it is. This is for you sphinx.
Shunsui was trying to be stealthy in his movements, but it is difficult to be stealthy while carrying a big stuffed toy. "What do you have that Chappy doll for, father?" Rukia asked her father suspiciously as he held it in front of her after knocking on her door. "Can't a father give his kid a doll?" Shunsui asked, trying, but failing at looking cute. Rukia glared at him. "No, usually you have something you want. So spill it out... I still have to study." Rukia replied with an emotionless voice. "I want you to go to this festival with me…" Shunsui hopefully said.
Flashback to a festival 40 years before…
"Your daughter is so cute." One girl squealed. Another one pinched her cheek while another played with the artificial curls of her hair. Rukia's father dressed her in a living world's European dress while carrying her around like she has no feet. She could feel herself getting more and more embarrassed by the moment. But right now, all she could really feel is irritation, both at him and the girls whom he allows to pinch her cheeks and practically squeeze her to death. It was bad enough that she's small for her age but to be subjected to this torture! He even lied about her age and made her a good few decades younger!
Rukia scowled. Her father was still rambling on about fathers losing time with their daughters who before they know it would be grown up, married and wouldn't have time for their old man. "I don't have a boyfriend father, it's not likely that I've spent all these years studying to become a shinigami just to give it all up and get married." She retorted unhappily. Her father ignored her and continued on with his rant.
Flashback to a festival 20 years before…
"Poor girl, she lost her mother?" One girl exclaimed as she and several other girls flocked around her, pitying the poor little rich girl. She sighed. If she was a normal girl she would be hurt or offended that they're talking about her missing mother.
But since she never met her mother and the only family she knows consists of her one and only favorite blatantly gay uncle (she once asked why she couldn't call him aunt, he agreed but she was quickly corrected by the elder Ayame who said that since her uncle's body is that of a man, then, he is uncle not aunt as he would like her to call him). The elders and her grandparents (stuffy but very loving and as far as she knows the most lenient of the stuffy elders in Seireitei; look at what her father and uncle gets away with). Of course, there's her womanizing drunk father, so her idea of normal is not exactly normal. Instead of being irritated, she masked her face into the sad mask her father coached her to do. 'The things I do for Chappy.' She thought to herself as her father's sucker fans cooed.
"No. Never again. I'll never again submit to that indignity, father." She replied. Her father used the ace he'd been saving. "It's limited edition Chappy with a cape and a purple top hat." Shunsui retorted. "Fine, what do we do now?" She asked. Shunsui produced two t-shirts; a smaller one bearing the words, "Daddy's Girl" and a bigger one bearing the words "Loving Father". 'The things I do for Chappy…' She thought to herself before resigning herself to another day of misery.
