~Mariposa~
"Ichigo! Put that away!"
"Uh-uh!" fiercely the deputy Shinigami clung onto his sword with shaking hands, his expression registering sheer terror for the petite woman approaching him. She sighed, rolling her eyes heavenward,"the baddie won't hurt you, sweetie. Come on out," she coaxed gently to the tiny owner of pale albino white hands clinging to her skirt.
Large green eyes ringed with violet around the irises peeked out timidly.
Ichigo hesitantly lowered his sword, "me? A baddie?"
She sounded like Nel.
Ridiculous.
"Yes! For daring to threaten an innocent baby girl!" Proudly Rukia laid her hand atop the small head of long raven locks crowned by feelers of bone.
Ye gods. Motherhood hadn't softened her at all.
"Er...I'm afraid to ask...but what's her name?" he asked, taking a quick step back as the little girl suddenly went into flight mode.
"Mariposa."
"What's that mean? Fly?" Knowing her Godfather's spanish tendencies...let alone if Ichimaru had named her...
"No, stupid." She gave him a look of irritation, "Butterfly."
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AN: Godfather--meaning Aizen. Crack. If the Arrancars weren't really evil and if Rukia and Ulquiorra had a baby together. Thanks for reading and reviews are appreciated. :)
Note: pt.1 of Baby blues.