Wish 48
Bath Time at Home
IMPORTANT A/N: Okay, I know in a previous chapter or two I put the bath tub in the same room as the toilet, but I have done some research and have found out that that is not how baths work in Japan. The bath is in a seperate, as I am now doing. Sorry for the discrepancy.
Matsomoto sighed as she heard her son call out for her. He always did this when he had tp bathe at home. Sure, he was calling her maiden name, but he was still calling for her. Usually she would just ignore him, but this time, it concerned her what he was yelling before her name.
'No! No! Pervert! Pervert! Rape!' his voice echoed in her head. She felt herself feeling a bit dizzy while she sat at the table. "Is he seriously yelling that just to get out of a bath?" she asked her in a disbelieving matter. After hearing him yell for her again, she decided to go back out and shop for presents for her family.
"Matsumoto!" Toshiro yelled for the second time, banging his small little fists against the door. He was suddenly pulled away from the door by hands around his stomach.
"Don't do that, Toshiro. You could hurt your hands." Gin said, standing up at full height with the boy under his arm.
"Let go, you damn bastard!" Toshiro yelled, kicking his legs.
"Tell me exactly why you called me a pervert and yelled rape." Gin demanded.
"I don't want to be bathed! I can bathe myself and I took one yesterday!" Toshiro whined. It wasn't a direct answer to his question, but Gin would accept it.
"Here's one more question. Why didn't you take your bath when I told you to the first time?" Gin asked as Toshiro continued to struggle.
"Who would listen to a damn asshole bastard traitor who can go rot in fucking hell for all I care?!" Toshiro shouted back. Gin's grip tightened on his son and he could feel a vein throbbing.
"That's it. I've had enough of that potty mouth of yours." the man started, setting his son down on the closed toilet seat (the toilets are modern day ones). "Apparently you don't know how to speak politely, so you can just not speak at all."
Toshiro stopped moving and simply stared at him for a moment. "What?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You heard me. You aren't allowed to talk for awhile."
"What makes you think that I'll-"
"Unless I am asking you a question, you better not even say a word after I tell you not to, or we'll be washing you're mouth out with soap, understand?"
Toshiro snapped his mouth shut and thought about what the silver-haired man in front of him said. 'I told myself I would do the opposite of whatever Ichimaru says, no matter what the consequence is, but I don't want my mouth washed with soap. I hadn't had that done to me in a little over twenty years. Ugh! Okay, how about this. You don't say anything to Ichimaru for the rest of the night. Then you can disobey everything else he says. That way, you won't have to have you're mouth washed out with soap, and you'd still be disobeying him in some way because you aren't being quite because he told you to, but because you're choosing to remain silent.' Toshiro told himself. He settled on glaring at Gin instead of talking back.
"That's what I thought. Now, stay there while I get your bath ready." Gin told the small boy. He turned around and opened another door, leaving it open when he entered. He turned on the hot water, letting it run a small and steady stream, and turned back to Toshiro. The boy had one of his eyebrows raised, looking as if he had a question.
"You have a question, Shiro-chan?" Gin asked. Toshiro hesitantly nodded, remembering his promise to himself to not talk to Gin for the rest of the night.
"Well? What is it?" Gin asked, approaching the boy. Toshiro pointed to the water running into the bath.
"We got running water and electricity a couple decades a go when Urahara-san installed them throughout Seireitei." Gin answered, getting what his son was asking. "Now, I need you to undress." Toshiro stiffened and shook his head no in defiance, glaring even more coldly at Gin.
"Toshiro, you know I have no qualms about stripping you. So either you can undress yourself, or I will." Toshiro recoiled from the man. He was ready to fight the man off if need be.
'I won't give in...' Toshiro told himself. His resolve was shaking though. He didn't want to be touched. He didn't want to be naked. Yet he didn't want to obey either.
"Toshiro..." Gin growled, his eyes peeking open. Toshiro gulped at his eyes again. Gin scooped the boy up bridal style and he struggled, kicking his feet and moving his arms as much as he could. Toshiro made small noises of agitation and dismay when Gin shut the door behind them with his foot. Gin set the small white-haired boy on the floor, turning away to take his haori off. Toshiro scurried back over to the door on his knees and opened the door. He barely got it open enough to stick his head through before Gin slammed the door shut in front of his face for a second time that day.
Toshiro gave a whine from the back of his throat as Gin picked him up again and brought him over next to the stool. Gin sat down and Toshiro landed a solid punch on his chin. The only response Gin gave was a grunt. He sat Toshiro down on his butt on the floor, and wrapped his legs around Toshiro's torso, ontop of his legs.
"Nngh!" Toshiro protested, pushing against Gin's thighs. The man wrapped one arm around Toshiro's upper torso and reached down to untie his son's obi with the other*. Toshiro banged the back of his head against Gin's chest, trying to make him let go. Gin tossed the obi to wear the laundry hamper was. Next, he reached around him to take off the boy's tabi.
"You're doing a good job keeping quiet." Gin praised. Toshiro didn't see it as praise, but as mockery. Toshiro bent his head down and bit Gin's arm as hard as he could. Gin didn't even flinch as he began to skillfully untie the waist string.
"Ergh!" Toshiro objected.
'I never realized how hard it was not to voice your opinion!' Toshiro complained in his head. Gin quickly took Toshiro's haori off and began on his yukata. Toshiro froze when he felt the man's hand make contact with his skin. He started to panic.
"No! No! Please, no! Please, don't touch me! Please!" Toshiro begged, his eyes bugged as he thrashed about in Gin's grip. Gin blinked in shock and his grip loosened. Toshiro pushed his arms and legs away and hurriedly crawled over to a corner. He pulled his yukata around himself and brought his knees up to his chest.
'Shiro-chan's never pushed me away like that before, not even in the past few days.' Gin thought.
"Shiro-chan?" Gin asked quietly.
"Stay away! Please! Please don't touch me! I'll-I'll take a bath! So please, please don't touch me." Toshiro said, his voice growing more quiet with each sentence. Gin remained quite for several minutes, looking over his shaking child.
"I'll make you a deal. You can wash your own body, but I get to wash your hair. I'll also forget about you talking." Gin proposed.
"I can wash my own hair." Toshiro responded, his voice barely above a whisper.
"You don't wash it very well though. I wouldn't be touching you, if that's what you're afraid of. I'd be touching your hair and your scalp. I wouldn't be touching any of your skin, so it would be okay, right?" Gin replied, lowering his voice to match the level of his son's.
"I...guess that's logical."
"I'll be out in the living room. Just yell when you're done washing yourself." Gin said, standing up.
"Before I go though, could you tell me why you just panicked like that?" Toshiro gave no response to the question. Gin sighed and left. Toshiro stayed where he was for a few minutes before standing up and walking over to the hamper. He slowly shed his yukata and grabbed a towel off of the rack in the room. Me made his may to the stool with the hose thing above it from the world of the living, setting the towel on the edge of the tub. He sat down and turned the thing on cold, letting the cool water run over him. He washed himself and sat there, letting the soap suds wash off his body.
'Why did I panic like that? I get why I would panic a litte, but I freaked out there. I'm not that scared of people touching me. People just don't want to touch me is all. I was hit a few times in Rukongai. Granny always hugged me and ruffled my hair too. Momo used to hug me. Matsumoto also chose to hug me. Most people who touch me do so with kind intentions in mind, only a few touch me out of malice. Or is it the opposite way? More people have hit me than those who haven't. But those who have touched me with kind intentions did it more often than those who touched me in malice. So which way it? It can't be both.' Toshiro pondered.
There was a knock on the door. "Shiro-chan? Are you done? It's been fifteen minutes." Gin called.
"If I'm done, do I have to say yes?!" Toshiro shouted back so he could be heard. The door slid open and Gin slipped in. Toshiro quickly kneeled on the floor and snatched the towel off of the tub rim, wrapping it around his waist.
"You could have knocked!" Toshiro bit out.
"Now, I said I would forget that you spoke, but that doesn't mean you can speak anymore." Gin said, walking over to his son. Toshiro crossed his arms over his chest, unconciously pushing his lower lip out and pouting.
"Get back on the stool so I can wash your hair." Gin instructed, kneeling behind the stool. Toshiro turned his head away in defiance. He was probably more embarrassed for acting the way he did than anything else. Toshiro couldn't see it, but Gin rolled his eyes at the way he was behaving.
'Well, at least part of him is the same.' Gin thought.
"Okay, don't get back on the stool." Gin said. Toshiro's head snapped back at Gin, his eyes wide. The boy reluctantly sat back on the stool, staring at the man with uncertainty. Gin first shut off the bath tub faucet and stuck a hand in it, testing how hot it was. He then grabbed the bucket used to wash one's hair and filled it up with warm water. Gin touched the boy's scalp and pulled back suddenly.
"Shiro-chan, why is your head cold?" he asked. Toshiro didn't reply.
"Toshiro. Tell me why your head is freezing cold." Gin repeated, more serious this time.
"Water." was the only reponse he got.
"You washed yourself with cold water for fifteen minutes? Do you want to catch hypothermia?" Gin chastisised, pouring the bucket of warm water over the boy's head. Toshiro said nothing in reply. Gin then began the process of washing Toshiro's hair. At times Toshiro pulled away and turned to glare at Gin when he scrubbed his scalp too hard. Other than that, there were no incidences. After rinsing the conditioner out of Toshiro's hair, Gin stood up and walked over to the towel rack to get the boy a dry towel, seeing as his was soaked. He turned around and saw the white-haired youth kneeling on the floor next to the tub, about to stick his hand in the water to test the temperature. Gin stood where he was while the boy stuck his hand in. He quickly pulled it back out and to his chest. He gave a hissing noise too.
"Something wrong, Shiro-chan?" Gin asked calmly, already having an idea of what was wrong as he walked over. Toshiro gave no reply, not sure if he should tell the man or not.
"You can tell me, Shiro-chan." Gin repeated, squatting down in front of his son. It was silent for a few moments before he recieved a reply.
"You made it too hot on purpose." Toshiro said, glaring at the man.
"Toshiro, I didn't make it too hot. This isn't hot and you like to bathe in water at this temperature."
"It has steam coming out if it. Who would soak in tub which is cooking you alive?" Toshiro remarked sarcasticly.
"You're over reacting. We're done talking now, get into the tub." Toshiro turned his body so that he was facing a different way, arms crossed over his chest.
"If you're going to be difficult..." Gin muttered, standing up. He lifted Toshiro up from under his arms and held him to his chest with one arm.
"Hey!" Toshiro yelled, squirming in Gin's grip. The next thing he knew, he was blushing a deep red and was in shock. Gin had removed his towel from his waist. Toshiro's hands flew down to cover his privates and he let out a squeak. Gin then lowered the boy into the deep tub, water splashing over the rim as weight was added into the water and Toshiro kicked about. Toshiro stilled when he was fully in the water and Gin let go.
"See, that isn't so bad now, is it." Gin stated, looking down at the boy while he placed the dry towel on his head.
"Teme." Toshiro growled. Gin frowned when he heard this.
"I thought I told you not to talk or swear. You have fifteen minutes to relax in the tub until I come and get you, got it?" Gin asked. Toshiro nodded, sinking lower into the tub. Gin sighed and left, leaving Toshiro alone in the room. Toshiro sat in the hot water for maybe seven minutes before getting out and going back over to the stool and sitting on it, turning the cold water on. There he remained for the reamining time in the bathing area, letting his mind go numb.
Okay, I had previously been calling shinigami obis belts and not regular obis. They ARE apparently obis, but tied in the front. Just thought I'd clear it up that Toshiro has been tieing his obis in the front like he did when he was a shinigami. I'll put it down if he ever has his obi tied in the back, but unless I write that, assume that its tied in the front. He's used to tieing it that way by now.
