Grimmjow watched Sunako from the corner of his eye. She was sitting on the couch next to him, her back so straight and tense you could iron your clothes in it. She was nervous, Ushio on the other hand was relaxed, exploring the room, opening every cupboard she could find and pouring through its contents. Smiling Grimm placed a hand on her knee.
"Calm down love," he said turning so he was facing her, caressing the side of her face. Sunako frowned at him but at least she relaxed a bit.
"It's hard this house looks like it belongs to the queen of England." Grimmjow had to agree with that, after his father's trip to England years ago he had become obsessed with western architecture and how decedent it was.
"The house does not make the man," Grimmjow said, spotting his father in the doorway, scowl on his leathery face.
"That statement is certainly true, what the fu-," Baraggan said, stopping when he noticed the little girl backing out of a cupboard. She had bright blue hair like his son, she looked a little like him too.
"Ushio," the woman on his couch called, "Come here." The little girl bounded up to the woman, climbing up on Grimmjow's lap instead of hers.
"Dad this is Sunako Ichihara and her daughter Ushio." The old man nodded, shaking hand with her and exchanging pleasantries. It was odd that his son had brought home a woman, it was something he had never done before.
"So what's all this about?" Baraggan asked, confused. He knew the name Ichihara, that woman was famous world over, so why was she sitting in his living room.
"Ushio is my daughter," he explained, messing up her hair for fun. She pouted at him, tugging on his hair in retaliation. Baraggan started at her in amazement.
"Your daughter?" He asked in disbelief, eyes wide.
"That means she's my granddaughter," he whispered a look of pure joy on his face. Sunako finally relaxed, a small smile on her face as she nodded.
"Yes, Ushio this is your grandfather." Ushio turned away from Grimmjow to stare at the man, eyes wide in curiosity. Shyly she held out her hand, muttering a greeting. He shook hands with her before suddenly picking her up and standing. Ushio squealed in delight, tossing her small arms around his neck, her smile just as wide as his.
"You don't have to call me grandfather, that's too formal. Grandpa will do just fine. I'm proud of you Grimm." Grimmjow looked at him confused, his father had never been proud of him before, in fact his dad had never used the word proud and his name in the same sentence. It was always insults.
"Father what was that noi-" Aizen stood in the doorway, slightly confused look. No one had told his Grimmjow would be coming home for the day, nor that he would be bring his child and Sunako. Which was another question, why was she here?
"Would someone care to explain what's going on?" He asked, moving to sit down on the arm chair across the room. Ushio squirmed in his father's arms, reaching for Sunako. He watched her grab the little girl, hugging her close. Grimmjow walked over and whispered something to her, her eyes slide over to his before going back to Grimmjow, she nodded once leaving the room as she said something to Ushio about making everyone lunch.
"Just introducing dad to Ushio and Sunako. Thought it might be a nice idea for dad to meet his granddaughter," Grimmjow commented, making him sound like an idiot. Aizen rolled his eyes, he didn't have the patience for his brother's crap today. One of the men under him screwed up a major drug trade and he had to spend the entire night fixing his mistake. He truly wanted to beat that man within an inch of his life with a brick.
"I understand the reason for Ushio being here but that doesn't explain why Miss Ichihara is here," he muttered, removing his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose, head ache coming on. It was times like this when he wished Grimm had never returned from Germany. Never having to deal with him again would be a blessing.
"Oh yeah, didn't mention it at the fights did I. Ushio is Sunako's daughter, that's why she's here today." So that was the deal he had with her. There was no way he could top that, but there must have been because she told him to come up with a better deal.
"Well played brother," he muttered under his breath, smile widening. This was going to be an interesting game.