-1Of Meetings
By: Karasu Kyra
Chapter two: After Meetings
It was a few hours after the meeting in Urahara's shop. Ichigo Kurosaki was in his bedroom, lying on his bed, his hands tucked securely under his head. He was running through the possible choice of words he could use when he approached his father, Issin Kurosaki, of his formerly secret life as a Captain of the Gotei Thirteen.
He sighed as he swung himself off his bed, deciding to just say what came to him. He walked out his door, his footfalls heavy against the carpeted hall as he trudged to the family room that he knew his father occupied. He side-stepped to the right, dodging a shoe covered foot that had been aimed for his face.
"Ichi-go!" the orange-haired boy's father cried, crashing ungracefully to the hallway floor.
"Dad, we need to talk." Ichigo closed his eyes in irratation.
"Come, rest your head upon your father's bosom and speak your feelings!" Issin pulled open the medical coat he was wearing, revealing a chest he puffed out and covered by an obnoxious yellow shirt.
Ichigo gave his father a right hook, his fist connecting firmly with the older Kurosaki's skull. As the young shinigami's father raised himself to full height, Ichigo hissed, "Just when were you goin' to tell me that you're a fucking Captain?"
The harshly asked question brought a brief flash of hurt to Issin's eyes. He sighed. "Well, I wasn't, but Urahara asked me to help, what with my newly regained powers. He and I supposed it was inevitable and decided to see how you'd handle it…"
"So, all this time, you knew I was in Soul Society and Hueco Mundo?" Ichigo asked in disbelief.
"Of course, Ichigo, my son! What kind of father would I be, had I not known where you were?" Issin asked, aghast.
The young Kurosaki landed his fist upon his father's brow once more, an eyebrow twitching. "And Rukia, Renji?"
"Of course! I would never let the son of Masaki and I share a room with a girl otherwise. And Renji, well, who couldn't recognize those eyebrows?" The older shinigami gave a real grin, a serious not to his last sentence.
A smirk twisted Ichigo's lips. "So, no more secrets?"
"No more secrets." Issin said, a promise ringing in his words.
Just moments later, the orange-haired boys' father pounced. "Ichi-go!"
The younger shinigami's annoyed voice rose from the heap that was father and son, "One more thing…"
"Yes, child of Masaki?"
Ichigo kicked his father in the chest, sending him sprawling on the other side of the room. "Quit the stupid shit!"
Issin just pounced again, reassuring Ichigo that everything would still be normal, despite the shocking revelation.