Chapter 2: Shiro

Big black/gold eyes watched through special goggle glasses intently as Masaki changed the diaper of the orange haired menace before placing said menace back into the play pen without any clothes on. It was a hot afternoon, both boys were over four months old and sitting up on their own; somewhat. Those small delicate feminine hands grasped Shiro by his underarms before lifting him up, placing him on the diaper changing table and began to undo the wet diaper.

The not-so-hollow child gave her a smirk and as she pulled the dirty diaper off, a spray of urine came her way. Direct hit! he thought giggling as she cried out when the pee hit her directly in the face.

Isshin came into the room when he heard Masaki give out a surprised yell. "He likes doing that to you, doesn't he?" he stated as he watched her finish off cleaning her face. She gave him a slightly annoyed look before returning to cleaning Shiro up. The boy was now in a fit of giggles.

"Shiro, honey..." Masaki said sweetly. "Why must you do that?" Laughter was her only answer.

By afternoon, Shiro was bored. With his supposed mother busy cleaning and his annoying father working, he was left alone with Ichigo in the playpen. The orange haired boy was fast asleep on the pile of blue and green baby blankets. He was suppose to be napping, but he wasn't tired; never was. His dark eyes moved around the room, looking at the surrounding area. The woman wasn't around, which meant he could try to escape from the pen and do things that could annoy her or sit there like a good boy and wait for his brother to wake up. Then again, since when were hollows good guys?

Wiggling out of the blankets, untangling himself, Shiro crawled over to the edge of the playpen and tried climbing out, unfortunately, his little muscles weren't strong enough to pull his body up the netting of it. Growling in frustration, Shiro began to really hate this body of his. As a hollow he'd been so much stronger, with huge reiatsu, but now he was weaker than the weakest hollow. It wasn't right, nor was it fair.

Suddenly two strong hands picked him up from behind, startling slightly. Looking up through the mess of white hair, Shiro spotted Isshin. His eyes widening as the larger male took him out of the room. This was unusual,Isshin never did this. He was always left in there with Ichigo for a nap in the afternoon by Masaki and then brought back out by her. Isshin took him out of the shared bedroom, down the stairs, through the house towards the clinic that Shiro had only been to once before. They went into a back office where Isshin sat him down onto a fluffy blanket. Turning his head towards Isshin, Shiro was curious as to why he'd been brought here when he spotted a stranger behind Isshin.

"Isshin." the blond haired male tipped his stripped green and white bucket hat at Isshin as he walked into the room.

"Urahara." Isshin greeted the exile before looking down at his son. "Four months ago Masaki gave birth to twin boys, but our second born is a bit strange."

"Strange?" Urahara inquired as he bent down onto his knees to look at the infant. Taking in the odd goggles that were on the boy's face along with the pure snow white hair, Urahara stretched out his senses and came up short with what he was sensing from the boy. "The hollow." he stated this simply. "It seems the creature fused itself with your second child."

"No, he is my second child." Isshin said sounding a bit disgusted as he gently pulled off the goggles and placed them on the desk before dimming the lights.

Bright golden eyes set against black background had Urahara's own eyes widening. "This can't be possible." he muttered as he reached out for the little one. Holding the infant close he inspected the child, as normal as it looked, the boy's energy said something different. "I can place a seal upon his power, but as he ages the seal will weaken. I estimate that it will break completely when he's a teen."

"Will he remember being a hollow?" Isshin asked, his tone worrying.

"It's possible he already does." Urahara said as he sat the little on the floor. "As he ages, those memories may leave him. I don't know for certain." He then took his hat off and waved it in front of Shiro, who gave him a look of what's that for? "He certainly isn't like a normal infant. Sitting up completely unattended. I'm surprised he isn't talking, or cursing."

Shiro glared at the other man, not liking where this conversation was going. Getting onto his hands and knees he tried crawling away, but wasn't successful as Isshin picked him up once more. "Let's get this over with." he said handing his son to Urahara. "I may not see spirits any longer, but Masaki does and she says that she's been sensing a lot of them around here. If that's happening, it could be because of Shiro."

"Or his twin." Urahara countered, this surprised Isshin. "I sensed another power here and its similar to Shiro's. It's possible that by sharing a womb, the two boys also shared reiatsu. Shiro's power mimics his brother-"

"Ichigo." Isshin said filling in his firstborn sons name.

"-Ichigo's power or Ichigo could be mimicking Shiro's power." Urahara finished as Isshin sat Shiro on the desk. Calling forth his own power, Urahara began to chant out a sealing kido that would place several seals upon Shiro's power. A red and black mark appearing on Shiro's chest like a bullseye in the center of his chest before vanishing under the skin and embedding itself onto his soul.

Shiro felt suddenly very cold, before feeling like his mind was beginning to shutting down. Whimpers escaped his lips. What did these people just do to him? That was when the water works began as he started to cry and cry and cry some more.

Picking him up, Isshin tried comforting him, but that only seemed to make it worse! "Isshin!" the yell from behind them caused both men to jump slightly. "What did you two do to Shiro!?" Masaki demanded before taking her son out of Isshin's hands.

"Nothing!" Isshin said as he continued to try calming his son down, only seeming to make things worse.

Masaki glared at him, not believing a word he was saying. Turning to walk out of the room with her son, she quickly snatched up his goggles and left. Taking him back to his room, Masaki laid Shiro down next to Ichigo. The little white haired boy continued to cry until his twin snuggled up against his chest. Once the twins were settle, Masaki left them to their nap, all the while worry eating at the back of her mind at what her husband and Urahara had done to make Shiro cry like that.

M-Angel: Figured I'd write up a chapter before going off to work. Hope everyone is enjoying their Independence Day weekend!

- I hope this was a quick enough update.

Srw601 - I'm glad you enjoyed it!

Jet Set Radio Yoyo - I'm so happy to have written something new that's never been done before.