Rukia Baby

by

Mojo-licious

Chapter Two

- Entry -

They blinked their eyes, then rubbed them, before blinking again, still the small three year old remained staring at them, giggling and waiting for the next round of acts. Isshin shot out fluttering his eyelashes as tears streamed down his face.

"My first grandchild," he announced joyfully and leapt towards the toddler. Karin punched his head knocking him to the ground while Yuzu hurriedly picked up the child.

"Daddy don't scare her," Yuzu chastised and focused on the small child cradled in her arms. The mere sight of someone so small and innocent tugged at Yuzu's heart and she immediately cuddled and tickled the child, earning playful giggles that caused her heart to soar. It had been so long since laughter had filled their home.

"Daddy can we keep her?" she asked with sad puppy eyes. Isshin was on his feet in an instant and hugged his daughter.

"Of course we can sweetie, she's a Kurosaki after all," Isshin announced proudly.

Karin sighed at the two. Often in these moments she felt she was the only sane one in their family. It was already assumed that the child was her brother's. Another sigh escaped her lips as her father and sister performed a happy dance; knowing they wouldn't be listening to her anytime soon, she turned back to the closet. Just how long had this child been staying here; peaking in, she found a blanket and neatly folded clothes to the side. The clothes off to the side were an odd thing. They were black and the kind she found in her history books. Then there were a few of Yuzu's clothes folded neatly off to the side. She knelt back and folded her arms across her chest. Nothing made sense. If the baby was really her brothers then who was the mother. Narrowing her eyes she turned and looked at the giggling toddler, that face was so familiar. It reminded her of a particular petite girl. Her eyes widened realizing that the mother could very well be Kuchiki Rukia, the girl her brother seemed to have a thing for.

Karakura Highschool..

Ichigo had sneezed so much in the last few minutes that his friends were getting concerned about his health.

"It's nothing," he muttered. The others remained quiet. It was easy to see that Ichigo was worried about a certain shinigami. The ever present scowl on his face deepened and he was less approachable. Despite their friendship, the others kept a distance from him knowing he needed his space to brood. Ishida sighed and continued reading his book. He had better things to do than to gaze at Ichigo's back. Inoue sat beside him with her chin resting on her hand wondering where Rukia was, while Chad stood off to the side a few feet from Ichigo and stared at the sky. They had gathered on the rooftop waiting patiently for news on the recent hollow attacks. A few seconds later Renji appeared dressed in his shinigami outfit. He scanned the group searching for one person in particular.

"Where's Rukia?" Renji asked, worried that she had run off to fight hollows on her own. Knowing Rukia she was capable of such things.

"She's not here," Ichigo offered causing Renji to grit his teeth.

"I can see that you moron, I was asking where she went, idiot," the red head shot out tersely.

"Does it look like I'm her keeper, you bastard," Ichigo retorted. Renji shook his head realizing what had happened. The two had obviously fought. It seemed he would have to scout out her usual places to see if she was alright, of course he would use the excuse of passing along a message.

"Meeting at Urahara's, don't be late, moron," with that he flashed stepped away.

Ichigo sighed wondering if he should check on Rukia. The school bell rang signally the end of lunch. With a shrug he decided to attend two more classes before making some excuse to leave early.

An hour later Renji was trudging down streets in his usual getup. His attire was black, going from his boots, his socks, to his jeans, T-shirt and sleeveless jacket. The only other colours were a white folded bandana across his forehead to cover his tattoos, the silver chains hanging from the side of his jeans and the red lettering on his T-shirt which read 'Touch me and DIE!!' All in all Renji had the look of a thug; a pack of cigarettes, a gun and a few more thugs behind him would upgrade him to a gang leader. Currently his thoughts were on Rukia, he had been to all her usual spots, but so far he couldn't find anything. He swore at her for making him worry so much. It hadn't helped that he had left his phone at Urahara's shop. Frowning, he kicked a pebble and decided to check the most obvious place out.

Ten minutes later he stood in front of Ichigo's home. If he remembered correctly the house was supposed to be empty during the afternoons. With a sigh he hopped up to Ichigo's windowsill and pulled the glass to the side. The room was deathly silent and Renji frowned as Rukia was no where in sight.

"Oye Rukia," he called out. He scratched his head and sighed.

Suddenly he remembered that she was always in Ichigo's closet. Going towards the thing he slid it open and screamed her name "RUKIA!"

He jumped back as three bodies stumbled out of the closet.

"I thought I was going to die," Karin cried out, inhaling fresh air, while Yuzu caught back her breath. She hated crowded places. Isshin sobbed, "Is this how my grandchild was living." Karin stomped his head a few times, muttering death threats. They had been stuck in that stupid closet for two hours all because her stupid father wanted to know how the toddler felt sleeping in the closet.

Renji was about to slip out unnoticed when he saw a familiar face staring up at him. His eyes widened in shock as he stared at the chibi version of his childhood friend. Those bright violet eyes, that wisp of hair and pale skin all screamed

"RUKIA?" he announced earning a few giggles. She was drowning in a large yellow shirt, looking so cute that he couldn't resist picking her up in his arms.

'So light,' he thought absently.

'Of course she is, you moron, she's only a baby,' his inner voice chastised.

"Who the hell are you?" a voice questioned.

'Ah crap!' he thought. He was so focused on the toddler that he forgot there were other people in the room. He stared at Ichigo's family. It was a raven haired girl who spoke. Never having really met them, he found himself in a rather awkward position and thought of what to do. Number one he could escape and run, two, running seemed good and finally three, running seemed so much easier than explaining himself. A shorter girl with sandy blonde hair gasped, catching his attention.

"Can it be... A-are you Ich-nii's boyfriend?" she asked.

Outside the Kurosaki house..

Ichigo shuddered violently and sneezed. He shrugged his shoulders and opened the door to his home, wondering if he was coming down with a cold. Shutting the door, he slipped on his house slippers and made his way to his room with a scowl on his face. Because of her he couldn't concentrate on his school work.

"Oye RUKIA!" he called out as he entered his room. He knocked on the closet forcefully.

"Rukia! If you're not coming out in two seconds I'm coming in," he shouted.

Rolling his eyes he slid the door open.

"Rukia!"

To be continued..

Oh I'm cruel, but I'll write soon I promise..

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Hope you liked this chappie..