Kataritsugu koto
Chapter 11
One advantage to being in the 4th division was the fact that they could borrow medical equipment at any time, for any reason. And that allowed Hanatarou the chance to hear his baby with a regular stethoscope, or watch him on a monitor, even though Unohana had told him not to do it too often.
Hibari had started to suck his thumb and it was so cute! Even though it came with a lot of hazards. For starters, it was hard to walk around now because his feet were swollen and after a while he had to sit down. He could ride on Bonnie now, but even Ganju didn't think it was the safest thing so...
And then there were the cravings. He didn't have it as bad as Ukitake-taichou but Hanatarou's just happened to happen in the middle of the night, and Ganju had to be quick about it otherwise Hana wouldn't want the food afterwards.
They still had a pretty happy life. Ganju turned out to be very understanding about everything and pretty much waited on foot and hand to whatever of Hana's desires.
"Ah! Hibari-chan, don't kick momma so hard..."
"Isshin? Are you angry?"
"..."
"I'm sorry, okay?"
"..."
"Isshin?"
The man stood from his spot at the table, going over to the counter to refill his cup of coffee.
"Isshin, don't do this. They took it pretty well. Even Ichigo is a little excited about it."
Isshin turned around, leaning against the kitchen counter ad he sipped his cup.
"It's not about that, Kisuke. I'm not angry that you told them, we had agreed that we would eventually do it. But I thought we would do it together, not just you on your own."
Kisuke's brow furrowed a bit before relaxing.
"I'm sorry..."
"You're never sorry."
"Well, now I am."
Both men stared at each other, trying to measure each other from the look in their eyes, the way the stood or sat, the way they gripped their own cups.
Urahara broke the eye contact first, giving a slight scoff before rubbing his belly. "I'm sick of this..."
Isshin sighed as well, placing his cup back on the table.
"Have you thought of any other names?"
"No," comes the sharp answer. Isshin frowns and tries to look at Kisuke, who only turns his face further away.
"What are you upset about?"
"I'm not upset, what makes you think that? I'm pissed off, but I'm not upset." If he could, Kisuke would've stormed off already, but his enlarged belly hindered his speed and agility to run away from the situation.
"Why are you pissed off?"
"Ok, stop. Don't try to fucking psychoanalyze me, Isshin."
"I'm not trying to-"
"Yes you are! Why can't you understand me! You call yourself a doctor but can't you see I'm having a mood swing!"
Isshin stared for a second, almost gaping.
"What?"
"You've heard me! That's what's been going on this whole week! Every hour I feel like I'm either gonna kills something, jump in joy or start crying...I hate it, I'm tired..."
Isshin stared for another while before grinning widely and going over to kiss him.
"Aw, baby! Was that it? Oh, honey, you should've told me before! I would've done whatever you wanted to make you happy!"
"Anything?"
"Anything!"
"Renji?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you love me?"
"Of course I do, baby."
Ichigo frowned and laid back on his bed. Renji had come to visit but apparently he was busy browsing through Ichigo's magazines. Not that he minded, he didn't mind doing non-couple stuff together and just act like friends sometimes, what he hated was that Renji could be so dense about reading the atmosphere.
Ichigo didn't mean to be clingy, but he wanted some attention form his lover, especially now that his dad was so busy showering his attention on Urahara, same with the girls. Who would've thought he would miss the bustle of his crazy family...
"Renji?"
"Yeah?"
Ichigo frowned and moved to yank the magazine away from Renji.
"Hey!"
"Renji, look at me!"
"Okay okay! I'm looking at you!"
"Do you love me?"
"I do, baby. Seriously. Now what's gotten into you?"
Ichigo frowned a little more. "Get out."
"What?"
"Get out! Out!"
"Hey, is something wrong?" Renji asked softly, reaching a hand to gently touch Ichigo's cheek.
"Yes, you're here. I want you gone!"
"No, you don't."
Renji's face turned serious as he pinned Ichigo to his bed, the orange-haired boy struggling against him.
"Lemme go!"
"Why don't you tell me what's going on first?"
"There's nothing to say!"
"Then why are you angry?"
"I just am!"
"That's not a good reason."
"So?!"
"So...why don't you tell me what's really going on."
Ichigo turned his head to the side, trying to ignore Renji.
"Ichi..." Renji sighed. "Look, I'm not a mind reader. You gotta give me stuff to work with, subtle hints won't work on me. I can't tell your mood if you don't let me find out."
Ichigo still had his head turned, a scowl making deep lines in his normally handsome face. Renji looked at him for a while before leaning to kiss along his jawline.
"Renji..."
"I really love you, Ichi. With all my heart."
"Renji."
Renji kept kissing his face. Ichigo soon moaned softly and turned his head so his lips would meet Renji's.
"I love you too, Ren. Sorry I doubted you."
Renji smiled and leaned to kiss him again, letting go of Ichigo's arms to wrap their arms around each other. Soon the kiss turned a little heavy and Ichigo turn Renji over to straddle him.
They grinned at each other for a second before kissing again, Ichigo's fingers moving deftly to divest Renji of his clothes.
"Ichigooooo! Guess what! Where going on vacation! Kisuke and...oh."
Both Renji and Ichigo froze when Isshin opened the door, surprising them. Isshin knew about their relationship but had never caught them making out or worse.
Isshin's face was serious but soon broke into a lecherous grin. "Oooh, I get it. It's okay, you can stay and watch the house, Ichigo. Renji's welcome to make you company."
Isshin closed the door quietly and walked away, but his giggles could still be heard all the way from the stairs.
Ichigo's face was beat red as he got off of Renji. "So embarrasing!"
"Y-yeah. Hey, Ichigo..."
"No, sorry, that totally turned me off."
"Yeah, me too..."
To be continued...
Yeah, I figured you were all tired of only ShuuKira and IkkaYumi so here's a little something from the other couples.