That had to be the most boring afternoon of Isshin's life so far. He would never tell his daughters, but those movies had been awful. In truth, only Yuzu actually liked the films – Karin just watched them to laugh at how stupid the plot was, and how the main character was choosing between necrophilia and bestiality. Both concepts were completely disturbing and just plain weird.
It was a relief when it was all finally over and they were headed back home. The sun was close to setting, and he decided that it was too much effort for them to make dinner when they got home, so instead he dragged the two girls into a pizza shop and ordered four, knowing that there were two boys back at home, and that they could both easily consume an entire pizza each by themself.
By the time they reached home, the sun was no longer visible above the horizon, and street lamps had begun to flicker and spark to life along the road, guiding them on their way home with the steaming boxes of pizza. As they approached the door, Isshin noticed with a frown that no lights were on anywhere inside the house and that when he tried the door, he found it locked. That meant that the boys hadn't been out of the house since they'd left. Frown deepening, he awkwardly fished his keys out of his back pocket, trying not to drop the four large square boxes in his arms.
He stepped over the threshold and his two daughters rushed past him, Yuzu flicking on the lights as she went in after slipping off her shoes. Grumbling, Isshin lent against the wall as he took off his own shoes using only his feet as his hands were otherwise occupied.
"Yuzu! Get some plates ready!" he called down towards the kitchen where he knew his lovely daughter would be. "Karin! Go find your brother!"
"You find him!" Karin yelled back from the living room.
"But I'm holding the food!" he whined, walking into the kitchen and pouting.
"Then put it down and go find him yourself," the raven haired girl growled, picking up the remote and flicking on the television, without turning to look at her father.
"Why don't you love your daddy?" Isshin sobbed, putting the pizza down in the bench and gazing at the back of his daughter's head, his face one of mock distress.
"Because you're an ass. Now go find Ichigo so we can eat!"
Grumbling nonsense about being unloved he turned around and walked out of the kitchen, purposely making himself walk slowly just to rile up his daughter. When she threw the remote at him he sped up and dashed out of the room to locate his son.
Seeing as there was no light on anywhere in the house, back yard included, he came to the conclusion that either they had gone out, or they had been kidnapped. A bit drastic yes, but that was just the way his mind worked. He walked over to the phone in the hallway and dialled Ichigo's phone, holding the receiver up to his ear. He needn't have bothered though, as moments later he heard the ringtone going off in the living room. Hanging up, he made his way to the stairs, walking up them slowly as thoughts raced though his head. Maybe they really had been kidnapped?
When he reached the room marked with the number fifteen he paused and leaned towards the wood, pressing his ear against it. Hearing no sounds coming from inside the room he grabbed the handle and eased the door open a fraction, peeking inside. He could see almost nothing inside the room, mainly because the room was dark and he was standing in a well lit hallway. He quickly walked back down the hall and switched the light off before hurrying back to the door.
When he stepped inside again, he was greeted with a sight he had not been expecting. The room was lit with a pale glow from the moon light that was filtering in through the window, illuminating the two figures lying curled around each other on the bed. Ichigo had his back to the door, and was both arms wrapped almost protectively around the smaller man, who had his face buried against the teen's chest, leaving only his hair visible. He could also see their entangled feet at the other end of the bed.
A small smile forming on his lips Isshin stepped out of the room, closing the door gently behind him. Tucking his hands into his pockets, he made his way back down the stairs, pondering the current situation. While it would be perfectly fine for the two boys to wake up later and eat their food then, he knew that would mean that they wouldn't go back to bed until quite a bit later, and therefore would be up late the next day. As he had made plans to persuade the two to help him weed the garden in the morning, then sleeping in would not play into in hands.
That meant that he had to wake them up.
While it would be hilarious fun to barge into their room and wake them from their content, happy slumber, he didn't want to embarrass his son to that extent. Not yet anyway. That meant that he needed to work out some solution that would wake them, but not involve any direct contact. He needed to make enough noise downstairs so that they wouldn't get suspicious of him, and discover that he had walked in on them in their sleeping embrace.
As he reached the bottom of the stairs, a plan formed in his mind, and a wicked grin spread across his face. He knew the perfect way to cause enough commotion to wake them up, but it would probably cause him injury. Still, if this plan worked, then he would have the wonderful opportunity to give the boys knowing glances across the table while they ate. Now that would make Ichigo squirm.
His mind made up, Isshin marched back into the kitchen, a determined expression on his face. Both daughters looked up at him as he stepped into the room; Yuzu from setting the table, Karin from where she still hadn't moved from the couch. Karin gave him a sideways look and frowned.
"Hey goat-face, where the hell's Ichigo?" Karin growled at him.
Isshin took a deep breath and launched himself at her. "Darling daughter, why must you be so cruel to your one and only father!" he cried loudly, wrapping both arms around her and pulling her into a bear hug.
"Get off me you perverted freak!" Karin yelled, freeing one of her arms and punching him in the face.
"Beautiful child! Why would you beat me! I am only showing you my love!"
"You're such a weirdo!"
Isshin was thrown off his daughter and crashed into the wall, sliding down it to land on his head. Somewhere on the floor above him he heard hurried voices and loud footsteps rushing about. So, his plan had succeeded, and those two were finally awake.
"Darling daughter, why must you be so cruel to your one and only father!"
Ichigo's eyes snapped open the moment he heard his father's words. He lifted his head and glanced out the window. The sky was dark and the street lights were on. Looking back over his shoulder he saw the time illuminated on his clock. It was after seven. His family was home.
"Damn," he muttered, sitting up. He felt a weight on his chest move and looked down, seeing Yumichika frowning up at him.
"Why did you wake me up?" the raven haired man asked sleepily.
"They're back. We need to get up," Ichigo said, leaning down to kiss Yumichika's forehead.
"What time is it?" Yumichika asked, sitting up and stretching his back, groaning as tension in his muscles was released.
"After seven."
"We slept for a while."
"Yeah," Ichigo smiled and pulled the blanket off their bodies, swinging his feet over the edge to rest flat on the floor.
Yawning slightly, Yumichika crawled to the end of the bed and reached down, groping blindly in the dark room for his bag of clothes. He found a pair of light trousers and pulled them on without bothering to put on underwear. At the same time Ichigo was on the other side of the room, rifling through his drawers in search of something to wear. When they heard a loud thud below them they both froze and looked down for a few seconds before continuing to look for clothes, only much faster than before.
Ichigo was only just pulling a shirt over his head when the door opened and light poured into the room. Both boys blinked and looked over, unable to see the face of whoever had opened the door. The figure standing on front of them was unmistakeable however, and as usual, Ichigo stepped sideways as his father came flying towards him, landing in a heap on the other side of the room.
"What the hell dad?" Ichigo growled, glaring at him.
"Dinner is ready..." Isshin said, trying to pick himself up from the floor, only to be kicked down again by his son.
"Thanks for telling me that. Now I can eat all of your food too!"
"No! Don't eat my food! I need to eat too!"
"Too bad!"
Yumichika sighed and walked past them, shrugging at Yuzu when she popped her head inside the room to see what was going on. The smell of food hitting his nose he perked up and skipped down the stairs towards the kitchen, ignoring the pain in his lower back. He saw Karin picking up slices of pizza from one of the boxes on the bench. Humming happily to no one in particular, he grabbed a plate for himself, picket out a few different slices and raced Karin back to the couch.
When the other three family members made their way back into the kitchen, they saw the two raven haired individuals taking up as much space on the couch as they could. Grumbling, Ichigo grabbed himself some food and marched over to the couch. He looked at Yumichika with a serious expression for a few moments before sitting down on his legs.
Yumichika squealed and tucked his legs up to his chest, glaring at the teen who just smiled smugly back at him. Seconds later, Yumichika made a small whining noise as he felt something pull in his back painfully. Ichigo stopped smiling and reached an arm around behind him, rubbing small circles into the area in what he hoped was a soothing manner. The dark haired man smiled up at him gratefully and gave him a peck on the cheek
Yuzu and Karin gave them both a weird look, but Isshin completely ignored the exchange, sitting on the floor since there was no more room on the couch. He grabbed the remote and switched the T.V station to the news and started eating. None of the others payed any attention to him, except for Karin who stole the remote off him and changed it back to the anime she had been watching before. When her father tried to get the remote back the dark haired girl kicked him in the face and held it out of his reach. He eventually gave up and went back to his food, giving sideways glances towards the two young men sitting nearby.
"So, what did you two get up to today?" he asked slyly, leaning towards them and raising an eyebrow suspiciously.
They both swallowed and looked at each other nervously.
"Uhh...you know..." Ichigo said slowly.
"Well we...uh..." Yumichika continued, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Yeah, why were you sleeping in the afternoon?" Yuzu asked, looking at them with a confused expression on her face.
"We were...we went on a run to the park and just messed around," Ichigo said, trying his best to sound convincing. It didn't fool Yumichika, but the other three seemed convinced.
"Yeah, and I haven't done anything physical like that in a while, so I was completely worn out and I also sprained my ankle and Ichigo had to carry me home," Yumichika added, giving the teen a meaningful look.
"Oh, so that's why you were limping," Karin said, glancing over at him.
"Yeah...that's why I was limping," Yumichika said, trying not to smirk when Ichigo choked on his food, coughing violently. The raven haired man patted him on the back and giggled.
Isshin raised an eyebrow at them, but said nothing, only making a swipe at his daughter in an effort to get the remote off her. By doing so, the girl kicked him again and he crashed into Ichigo, knocking his food to the floor. The teen growled and kicked him in the back, throwing him to the other side of the room. He leaned down and handed the remote back to his sister before standing, picking up his now inedible food and going into the kitchen to throw it away and get more.
Still giggling, and now no longer noticing the dull throbbing in his back Yumichika leaned back into the cushions behind him and sighed. He definitely enjoyed being here in the World of the Living, and especially loved being with Ichigo's family. He couldn't remember laughing this much in a long time, and then at those times he had usually been drunk, or somewhat tipsy. He didn't need that to laugh in this house. Everything here was absolutely perfect, just the way it was.