Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. I don't have a crazy daddy like Isshin either :( Title: Isshin Genre: Challenge a Day: July 10th
A thin curl of smoke drifted lazily into the air just outside the rear exit of Karakura hospital. Isshin watched the airy trail float higher and higher until it disappeared into the atmosphere. He took another drag if only to keep himself entertained since Ryuuken was never one for small talk during their frequent smoke breaks.
The sound of the push bar clicking to open the door broke into the silence the two men were sharing. Isshin's eyes widened in awe as a woman he'd never seen, save some of his more imaginative fantasies, approached the two young doctors confidently.
"Excuse me," she started with a polite smile and soft features. "I was told one of you might be able to help me with my aunt."
Isshin gaped for a moment with his cigarette hanging loosely from his lips while Ryuuken blew another swell of smoke and turned away. "I'm busy, ask Kurosaki."
The woman turned towards Isshin and gave a small bow. He immediately pushed himself off the wall and offered a shaky hand. "Kurosaki Isshin at your service!"
She took his hand with more strength than he expected from someone so gentle looking. "Thank you very much. My apologies for interrupting your smoke break. I wasn't aware doctors still took up that habit." She said with a smile.
Isshin blinked, but recovered quickly with a cocky grin. "Even doctors have to look cool or we'd never meet pretty ladies." He winked.
Ryuuken coughed though it had nothing to do with the smoke he was inhaling.
The woman met Isshin's eyes and he swore his gigai stopped functioning when her lips tilted up and formed the most beautiful smile. "I suppose that's true Kurosaki-san."
They thought they were keeping their voices low, but Isshin's super sneaky daddy ears heard every word as he loitered outside Ichigo's bedroom with a cup against the door.
"Aren't you dressed yet?" Isshin heard the not-so sweet version of his third daughter's voice complain impatiently. "You take longer to get ready than Nii-sama and Kenpachi-taicho combined. You men are too picky about your hair."
"Shut up." Isshin heard his son answer crossly. "You're the one dragging me to the beach when it's not even hot out."
Isshin rolled his eyes at his son's failure to woo the opposite sex. The boy was lucky Rukia-chan apparently had no taste in men, or Ichigo would be a virgin forever and that would leave him grandchild-less for all eternity! Isshin decided he needed to start training Ichigo harder if he wanted to keep Rukia-chan around. A kick in the head before dinner would do the trick.
"Oi Rukia," Isshin pressed his ear harder to hear Ichigo speak up, hoping for some kind of romantic gesture. "You seen my white undershirt?"
Isshin held in a disappointed groan as Rukia answered back. "You don't need it." She said simply. Isshin heard her shuffle around and slowly inched towards the bathroom in case he needed a quick getaway.
"Eh? Why not?" Ichigo called back.
"You spend half an hour on your hair just to look cool and now you want to cover up your chest? Baka."
Isshin barely had time to giggle properly and duck into a closet before the door burst open and Rukia walked past in beach wear with Ichigo following behind her. Sans his white undershirt.
Isshin crept to the window to watch them walk together outside and grinned. "Ah my son, you're finally getting it. Just like his daddy!"
Isshin opened the door for the woman and struck up conversation. "So what's wrong with you aunt?"
"Oh, she has lung cancer."
AN: Not quite the usual crazy Isshin fic because I wanted to do something a little sweet. And I've always imagined Masaki's compliment to be very subtle XD. I hope people enjoy!