Ichi's first appearance! I sort of liked this chapter. I hope you guys enjoy it. I have up to chapter thirty-two written out, so I'll probably only be posting for a while instead of actually writing more chapters - though fear not, I am not abandoning ship - I just want to get a bit of revision done of one of my original novels that I'd like to publish if possible. But I will get back to writing more soon, but I doubt it'll affect updating!

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"Wow, I'm gone for a couple of weeks and I come back to…this."

Hitsugaya tried to discern whether Kurosaki sounded jealous or not. He didn't sound it as he gazed down at the small child in his arms. She was sleeping soundly, her tiny hands curled against his chest. Compared to Kurosaki the child looked like a toy.

"I almost feel sorry for her, midget, what with your genes and all."

Rukia glared at him. "You're just jealous!" she declared smirking.

Kurosaki raised his eyes to her for a second before grinning and shaking his head. "She's cute. Quiet too, I'd have figured anything coming from you would be loud." They stared at him as if he's lost it. Kai was not quiet.

She cried almost exactly twenty-six times a day for no apparent reason and that didn't include the times she wanted to be fed or have her nappy changed (something only Rukia did because Hitsugaya outright refused to learn how).

"Thanks," Rukia muttered.

Kurosaki nodded his head slowly and handed the baby back to her. "Can I talk to you?" he asked turning towards Hitsugaya. The white haired captain was surprised for a second, but nodded his head nonetheless. "We'll be right back, Rukia, then you can tell me how this happened." He told her.

She scoffed. "Would've if I could've." She told him. "We don't know either."

Kurosaki just raised his brows before leading the way out. Hitsugaya was curious when he led him out of the cottage yard and stopped a couple of blocks away. He said nothing though as Kurosaki turned back to him and crossed his arms over his chest. Hitsugaya would admit, with his height and power it wasn't really all that surprising that he was wearing one of the captain's white haori. Kurosaki was an impressive sight in that haori.

His whole aura demanded respect.

"So the kid's yours." He stated calmly.

Hitsugaya smirked. "Jealous?" he asked tauntingly.

He didn't really expect it.

Kurosaki joined them at the ripe old age of thirty-two, he had been shot, the bullet entering his heart, when he tried to save a shop owner from being robbed. Hitsugaya always knew his heroic bullshit would get him killed, you can't fight humans with a sword and lots of spirit force, doesn't work that way. They forced him to join the academy but they sent him back to the Court after three week because he didn't need help with anything besides Kido and he sucked at it. However everyone said that Kurosaki's easily snapped temper had mellowed out over the last forty years of his captaincy, which was why he didn't expect to find himself shoved up against a wall faster than he could blink and with no way to reach for his sword or get out of the grip.

"You break Rukia's heart and I'll break every fucking bone in your body." Kurosaki sneered quietly into his ear. "And I'll do it slowly too."

Hitsugaya had no doubt that Kurosaki would do it.

And just as fast as it happened, Kurosaki let him go and walked back to the cottage, as if he had not just threatened a fellow captain.