Return to me
Based off:
the screen play by
Bonnie Hunt and Donald Lake
Disclaimer:
I don not own bleach Tite Kubo does
I do not own any rights to Return to me.
Rights to Return to me reserved by MGM studios.
Authors Note:
Updating goddess over here, huh?
"Keigo!" Renji yelled running after the foremen, waving his hand in the air trying to draw his attention. The man in question dismissed the workers next to him and walked to meet his boss half way.
"What's up Renji?"
"What were you guys doing at the Ishida building last night?"
Keigo just laughed "Me? Work on a Friday night? It's bad enough Ichigo's got us working weekends."
"Then why did you call him?"
"Oh I got the cement guys to get off their lazy asses and do their job. Then he asked me to call him again just to call. It was weird but I guessed he was trying to find an escape route." Keigo's smile grew, "Dude did he ditch you?"
"Not before totally pissing off my date and his." Renji crossed his arms over his chest and talked to the side. "Then I got stuck eating his disgusting taco like thing."
"If you ask me Renji, your ruined date should be the least of your problems."
"What do you mean?"
"You mean you didn't see it? How could you miss it?" Keigo mocked pointing towards the area they had designated for their tractors to park. Right on the side, was a large black Cadillac. Renji's eyes opened and shot and he ran to the trailer.
He through the door open. "Ichigo, your dad is…" Renji froze watching the two grown men pulling at each others shirts. They had both frozen and stared at him, their fists still brought back ready to punch.
"Hello Renji!" The older man greeted before his sons fist made contact with his cheek. The man fell to the ground shaking the trailer. "You took the opening, very good son."
"Shut the hell up old man! You haven't seen me in almost a year and you great me like this? What the hell is wrong with you?"
"So Renji have you been keeping my good for nothing son out of trouble?" Isshin asked, standing up, no longer seeming to care about fighting his son, or nursing his wounds.
"Wha? Oh, yes sir."
"Hey don't just ignore me." Ichigo growled.
"So Renji, you think you can take over for my son while we catch up?" Isshin's serious eyes gave Renji a shiver.
"Yeah, I'll do that. Just… don't destroy the office." He slid out of the trailers, his face covered in sweat. Damn that old man had a stare.
Isshin flopped down in a chair, watching his son pour himself over blueprints, budgets and diagrams. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cigarettes and the light Masaki, his late wife, gave him at their wedding.
"Ichigo, son, you have to slow down." He lit the cigarette and inhaled its toxic fumes. "You are working to hard."
"Yeah well…" Ichigo started, then realized he had nothing to chastise his father for. "Whatever you should quit smoking."
"I have," his father smiled, "Three times."
"Why are you here?" Ichigo asked, turning to give his father his complete attention. "I thought I told you to call before you come to visit."
"I did call, last night."
"I didn't…" Ichigo stopped. Last night he had lost his phone.
"This beautiful sounding young woman picked up. So naturally I thought I had the wrong number. She asked me 'are you calling to talk to that orange haired guy?' She told me she worked at some restaurant and forgot your phone there."
"Did she sound young? Copper hair?" Ichigo said, shocked by his apparent excitement. His father laughed.
"It was a phone call I didn't ask her to send pictures." Isshin watched his son slump back into his chair. "I don believe my son has a crush on a waitress."
"I do not! Anyway thanks for telling me where my phone was. I thought I left it on the Yamamoto building."
"You went there last night?" The aura of the room went dark "Was it Masaki or Rukia."
"Rukia." Ichigo took the letter out of his pocket and handed it to his father.
"This is some letter. Has you called to try and find her?"
"No, that's ridiculous." Ichigo said, taking the letter from his father and neatly folding it and put it back n the place by his heart.
"If you really are connected like she said, maybe you will find each other anyway." Isshin stood, stretching out his old bones. "You want me to get your phone, son?"
"No dad I got it, I'll swing by later and pick it up."
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The Inoue house was loud as it always was. The four bedroom house sat on a nice street in a descent neighborhood. Both the houses next to them were for rent. Rumor had it no one could stand the noise.
Jinta was in front of the TV with Karin playing yet another round of Wii baseball. Chizuru and Yuzu were busy trying to compose a song on the piano that was just annoying enough to make Sora want to kill himself, but not them. Ururu was sound asleep in her high chair, already used to the racket at such a young age. Rin was sitting on his father's lap at the kitchen table, shuffling through the pictures they had taken at the zoo, while Tatsuki prepared dinner.
"And here are the baby pigs, see the mommy has ten baby bottles coming out of her tummy." Rin said happily shoving a cookie in his mouth.
"That's great…" Sora said, turing his head to the family room "Stop with the piano!" When they didn't stop he growled in frustration. "Tatsuki…"
"Hey I'm not playing it." she replied dryly.
"And this is the Gorilla. Mommy said it looked like you."
"I did not." Tatsuki said, trying to sound mad and not laugh.
"Oh, really? Did you go and see the elephants?"
"Watch it Sora." Tatsuki glared. Picking up the crying Ururu. She patted her daughters diaper and felt it was moist. "Sora, Ururu's wet."
"I'll change her." Orihime chimed, just walking into the kitchen.
"It's okay, Hime, I got it." Sora said, not moving a muscle.
His sister took his child into the nursery down the hall. As soon as she was out of eye sight Tatsuki smacked her husband on the back of his head. Sora paid it no mind and looked back to see it if Orihime was out of ear shot.
"Look, Tatsuki… Jushiro is coming by tonight. I thought he'd come meet Orihime, y'know…"
"Jushiro the MONK?"
"Former monk."
"How do you become a former monk. Sora? She will find someone on her own Sora."
"How? She's always here on her nights off. Look, he has about as much experience as she does. Where are you gonna find a guy like that?"
"Who would want to?"
"He's a nice guy."
"It's really hard to dance, when there's nobody leading."
Orihime walked back into the room, instantly noticing the uneasy feeling around her brother and his wife. She put Ururu back into her highchair.
"Is everything alright Tatsuki?"
"Fine." Sora replied with a smile.
"No. Sora invited someone over for dinner as a blind date for you." Sors lost his smile and he gave his wife an exasperated glance.
"When? Tonight?!"
"It's not a date, it's just dinner."
"I need a scarf or some makeup!"
"Don't worry. I told him you had come work down."
"What?"
"She's not a car Sora."
"It's okay, he understands. He's a monk for god sakes."
"A MONK?!"
"Ex-monk!"
"Oh my god!" Orihime grabbed her forhead, not knowing how to deal with what was happening."
"Auntie Orihime." Rin asked looking up at her with big eyes. "Do you hate monks?"
"No, honey."
"Good, cuz if you do you are gonna come back as a slug."
"No one's turning into a slug." Sora growled. "Christ, you try to help someone…"
The door bell rang, making the tension grow.
"Oh shit, Ukitake-sama is here." Jinta said from the front window.
"Jinta don't you dare talk like that."
"Don't worry mom, dad said no one is gonna turn in to a slug."
Ururu started to cry again. Orihime was running around looking fro something to cover her chest with. Kairn and Jinta had started a fight in the living room, and Yuzu and Chizuru were still playing on the damned piano.
"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, EVERYONE CALM DOWN!" Sora yelled before pulling the front door open. His eyes doubled in size.
Ukitake stood on his front step still clad in his Buddhist robes. Sora stuttered at the sight. Tatsuki who could see the whole thing from the kitchen banged her head against the wall.
"I'm not used to being without it yet." He said weakly, a smile across his lips.
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The music at the bar pumped in Renji's ears. This was his domain. She smiled at the two beautiful women nest to him and held up a finger, asking them to be quite for a moment, while he talked on the phone.
"Ichigo, dude, where are you? You ran away last night and now you don't show tonight, what the hell? I've been sitting here for two hours…. No I'm alone." He smiled waving at the pretties.
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Ichigo walked around his room, ear pressed against his shoulder so he could talk and get ready at the same time. The bulky land line wasn't helping much.
"I'm sorry Renji, I'm just not feeling up to it…. Yeah 'again'… I'm… I'm watching the game…. The score?" Ichigo looked at the TV and panicked because it was. He looked around quickly and couldn't find it. "…uhhh…" He chose a safe lie. "Cubs are loosing."
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The front door opened and Toshiro came in with Kon. He took the leash off the dog, looking around the entrée for Ichigo. The person he was searching for came down the stairs wearing khaki pants, white v-neck tee over a black top, with a dark purple button up over it. Ichigo almost looked younger in the get up.
"Hey Kurosaki-san. Kon ate something. I couldn't get to him. I think it was a rib bone."
"Is that right, kon?" The dog laid down, looking exhausted.
Ichigo took his keys and his wallet off the table by the door. He took a quick look at himself and sighed. He was simply going to get his phone. Why was he so nervous? He took ten dollars out to pay the teen.
"My mom made you another lemon cake too. I put it in the trash for you."
"Thanks. I'll give you twenty bucks to eat it."
"No way, there are easier ways to make money."
Ichigo smiled a little and opened the door to leave. He turned around his nerves getting the best of him. He looked at his next door neighbor.
"How do I look."
Toshiro was taken back by the question and blurted out the first word that came to mind.
"Tall."
"Tall?"
"Yep."
"Thanks…" Ichigo sighed and left, Toshiro and Kon watching him leave through the window.
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Orihime was where she belonged. Home at Hueco Mundo. She walked out onto the terrace from her bedroom. She had gotten home from the catastrophe an hour ago. She took a nice relaxing bath and decided to call her best friend to talk about what had happened. She left so quickly they didn't have time to talk about it. She felt a cool breeze through here nightgown and held her shower cap f the breeze wouldn't sweep it away.
"Tatsuki… It was fine. He was a nice guy." Orihime sighed and watched a couple locked in and embrace across the street. "Did you notice how afraid he was to let me lift anything?… I'm not being ridiculous. Once a guy finds out they think I'm… broken or something." She sighed then instantly brought herself back up. "But it's okay! I am one of the LUCKY ONES!"
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"Is that Orihime? Can you tell her I am sorry about tonight?" Sora asked, Tatsuki putting his finger on his lips, and smiled at him. Tatsuki picked up the toys scattered all over the house and was putting them in the big bucket they had for them all.
Sora picked up Jinta from his resting spot on the couch, intending to take him to bed. He took a step back and planted his foot on a squeaky toy. The house froze. Neither Tatsuki or Sora wanting to risk the explosion that might happen…
Jinta's eyes opened slowly… then
"AHHH! MOM!" He screamed, not liking being woken up.
"God damnit!" Sora cursed, running up stairs with his son under his arm. From on top of the stairs Tatsuki could hear her son yell with a jubilant voice.
"God Damnit!"
"Jinta!" both his parents scolded.
Chizuru popped her head out of her room, her hair messy and eyes tired.
"Daddy can I have some water?"
"No! Everybody is going to bed. FOREVER! Tatsuki!"
"I have to go. And Orihime, it's not luck. It's fate."
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Short chapter I know.
Sorry.
I will update as soon as i can.
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R&R
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