A/N: hey you guys! hisanachan here!! I'm sorry, I've been really busy and couldn't type this up fast enough. But here is Ch. 3 of "I Will!" Please enjoy!

Disclaimer: You know what, I'm getting sick of retyping this crap. Look at the first chapter's disclaimer. There you go!!

--

Ch. 3 The Hidden Secret and Fear

'Oh, please…let me get home before it comes… Oh, please!' Hisana chanted mentally as she shun-poed rapidly to the one place where she'd find solitude. Her panic-filled amber eyes began to tear in fear. 'PLEASE!!'

She reached her home. A modern-looking house with a spacious garden, Hisana dashed to the door and wrenched it open. Slamming it shut, she rushed into her room. Hisana couldn't hold it back anymore; she succumbed and collapsed on the bed in tears.

'Why do you let them suffer? You should just bow to me. Give yourself to me, your soul, you power, your body,' a voice said lustfully. 'If you don't, I'll kill your friends and family, Kurosaki Hisana!'

Hisana screamed as visions of her loved ones being tortured and killed flashed continuously in her head. Tears flowed without end from her amber eyes and she buried her face in her hands as she screamed, "Stop it!! Just stop it, Aizen!! STOP IT!!"

--

Renji shun-poed around Soul Society frantically. There was something about Hisana's behavior that he wasn't liking. He stopped and tried to sense for his goddaughter's reiatsu. But thanks to her mastery at hiding it, Renji couldn't sense it at all. 'Damn it…'

After shun-poing around some more, Renji ran into Ichigo and Rukia. Both parents wore the same frantic expression as Renji. "Hisana. Where is she?" asked Ichigo, forcefully. "We can sense that she's in distress, but…"

"… she's hiding her reiatsu, yeah. We were supposed to go find Ikkaku-san, but she just took off," explained Renji. "I've been everywhere, but she's nowhere around."

Rukia gasped. Suddenly, she shun-poed off to the direction opposite from where they came. "We didn't check home!" Rukia frantically shun-poed home and into Hisana's room. Her heart nearly broke at the sight of her daughter sobbing relentlessly. She soundlessly crossed the bright room and wrapped her arms lovingly around the girl.

Ichigo and Renji stood wordlessly in the doorway. Renji looked grim and Ichigo looked as if he were going to murder someone. They knew what was going on, and there was nothing they could do to help. Only thing they could do was help Hisana get through it and stay by her side.

Rukia murmured comforting words as she stroked Hisana's long hair. Hisana just cried and screamed in pain and distress. At Hisana's scream, Ichigo crossed the room in two great strides and sat down next to his daughter. Renji disappeared to the kitchen to make some tea for when she calmed down.

Ichigo grabbed Hisana from Rukia and crushed her in a protective hug. "Hisana, it's all right. We're not dead, and we won't let Aizen get you. Hisana-chan, it's gonna be all right. Understand me?" He rubbed her back soothingly, like he did when she was little and had a nightmare. "Ssh, it's going to be all right."

Hisana ceased her screaming and clenched her father's white haori in her small hands. "Why…why them?" she asked childishly. Deep down, Hisana knew the answer, but in this moment, the question escaped her lips. "Why, Otou-san?" Her tears soaked his black top.

Ichigo tightened his embrace. "Because Aizen's a damn asshole who can rot in hell. He's trying to weaken you, Hisana-chan. But he's underestimating you. Ssh, it's going to be OK."

Nestled in Ichigo's comforting embrace, Hisana sniffed. She swiped away at her tears and buried her face in his chest. Ichigo patted her back and said, "Ready to go, Hisana?"

Rukia smiled gently and caught Ichigo's eye. 'Thanks for stealing her, Ichigo. But, maybe it was for the better this time…' She then turned to Hisana and pried her off Ichigo, saying, "Come on, Hisana-chan. Renji, I think, made some tea."

'Hey, I'm her parent too, Rukia,' countered Ichigo playfully. 'Oh well.' He got up and took Hisana's small hand and encased it in his own large hand. Rukia smoothed out the red bed cover and straightened out the pillows. Then she followed her husband out of Hisana's room, closing the door behind her.

--

Renji set out four cups of tea on the circular table. "Hisana, daijoubu?!" He rushed over to Hisana and looked at her with concerned eyes. "We can call off the match, you know."

Ichigo whipped around sharply. "What match?" He glared at Renji as if blaming him for something. When he didn't get an answer right away, he repeated deadly, glaring at Renji, "What match?"

"Calm down, Otou-san. I challenged Renji-ji-chan to a karate match. We were going to ask Madarame-san to referee, but you know," explained Hisana, sipping her tea. "But no, Renji-ji-chan, we're still going for it. Can we go now? Before it gets too late." She stood and placed her zanpaku-tou by the door.

Renji, relieved to be out of Ichigo's intense glare, answered, "Aa. Find Ikkaku-san and then we'll go to 3rd's training?" Standing, he said, "I haven't sparred hand-to-hand in a long time…"

"Me, too…" said Hisana, a little wistful. "Last one, against Takeuchi, beat him… as usual," she grinned triumphantly. Then, she grabbed Renji's large hand and lugged him to the door. "Itte kimasu!" Hisana picked up her zanpaku-tou and shun-poed after Renji.

Ichigo grinned. "Beat Takeuchi, eh? Tatsuki needs to train him better." He glanced at Rukia quietly sipping her tea. "Oi. Want to call them up while those two are gone? I'm pretty sure they'd want to talk to you. Inoue, especially."

Rukia just reached for her phone with a nostalgic smile. Punching in a number, she said, "Hello? This is Kurosaki Rukia." When a loud squeal came from the other side, Rukia jerked the phone away from her ear, slightly deaf. "I-Inoue?"

"Rukia-san!! It's been a while! How's Hisana-chan, Kurosaki-kun? What about you? Is Soul Society OK? I miss you so much! When will you come visit Karakura?" A torrent of questions came from their old friend, Inoue Orihime. Only now, she was Ishida Orihime. But to avoid confusion, the Kurosaki parents called her by her maiden name "Inoue;" they called her husband, their other friend, Ishida.

"Inoue, it's been a while too. Hisana-chan and Ichigo are fine; Hisana just got promoted to 5th Division taichou," Rukia noted with pride. "I'm fine; Soul Society is back to normal, finally. I miss all of you too. And as for visiting, I'm not sure when. All of us are either fukutaichous or taichous, including Renji, Matsumoto-san, and Hitsugaya-taichou. The only way, I think, we'll be able to visit is if there's a mission. I'm sorry, Inoue." Rukia bowed her head a little dejectedly; she missed Karakura.

Slipping a comforting arm around her slender shoulders, Ichigo hugged Rukia, his head bowed too. "Hey, Inoue," he spoke into the speaker of the phone.

"So Kurosaki, hospital's running smoothly without you. I've replaced you," came a masculine voice from the other line. "New guy's much better than your crappy skills."

Ichigo growled. "Ishida! You know there is no other doctor at Karakura Hospital that is up to my level. Except for maybe you," he yelled at his ex-coworker/colleague back when he was living as a human, Ishida Uryu,

Uryu retorted back over Orihime's attempts to speak. "Well, too bad!"

--

"Hisana-chan! I found Ikkaku-san!" yelled Renji, standing next to a bald man. Madarame Ikkaku, 11th Division 3rd Seat, was good friends with Renji from when Renji was in 11th Division. Ikkaku stood there, arms crossed, staring intently at the horizon.

Hisana appeared in front of the pair, wheezing. "Mou!! You could've given a warning in advance before shun-poing off like that." She regained her breath and turned to the bald man in front of her. "Konnichiwa, Madarame-san. Did Renji-ji-chan ask you to please referee a match between us?"

Grinning widely, Ikkaku said to the petite girl, "Hai. I can't wait to see Renji lose." Laughing at Renji's glare, he said, "We're lucky today! A new taichou and a spar between a taichou and a fukutaichou! Lucky!"

"Hai," laughed Hisana awkwardly, sweat-dropping. She shifted her weight from one foot to another, fiddling with her sash end. "Ano… is it ok to go?" Hisana asked softly, amber eyes looking up eagerly at the two men in front of her. Her body ached to spar, a daily pastime in her human life. But her heart throbbed; she always sparred with him…

Renji, in response, grabbed Hisana's hand and began to quickly walk to 3rd Division with great, long strides. Ikkaku followed, amused at his friend/superior being dragged by her godfather/subordinate. Meanwhile, Hisana was fairly running and tripping, trying to keep up with Renji. Ikkaku called up lazily, "Oi, Renji. You better slow down. Hisana-san's not as fast as you are."

Looking down, Renji saw Hisana gasping. Running and tripping took away her breath. "Sorry, Hisana-chan." He turned around to see their location. "We're here!"

The trio shun-poed into the training rooms. Renji and Hisana placed their zanpaku-tous next to Ikkaku. Godfather and goddaughter stood in defense stances. "Begin!"

Hisana took the first try. She ran at Renji and delivered a kick to Renji's arm. Countless fond memories filled her heart as Hisana readied herself. She kept an expressionless face on as she flew at Renji. 'Grab the leg…'

Renji was confused. He knew Hisana well, practically raising her with his two best friends. At Hisana's kick, he frowned. Renji just didn't understand why Hisana would make such an obvious move and attack. Hoping that this was the right move, he grabbed Hisana's leg wi[th a firm grip.

Suddenly, another leg smacked his chest, kicking the breath out of him. Renji let go of Hisana's leg, letting Hisana gracefully backhand spring away from him. Renji gasped, "Cheater. Somehow, you're incorporating your gymnastics into this."

Hisana's amber eyes twinkled mischievously. "Am I? Oops, sorry. But there isn't a rule that says I can't do that, is there, Madarame-san?" She turned to the 3rd Seat with a pleasant smile. Her hands were clasped neatly in front of her.

Ikkaku said, "Not that I know of, Hisana-san. Seems like you're out of luck, Renji." He smirked as the redhead growled in frustration. "Well, resume when ready."

"Huh, Renji, losing already?" asked a new voice. Hisagi came into view, an amused expression on his face. "Tough luck, man." He leaned against the wall next to Ikkaku. "Just started?"

"Aa. Renji didn't anticipate a surprise trick attack," explained the bald man.

Renji dashed at the girl. He aimed a punch at her stomach, only to meet air. Feeling something pressure his shoulder, Renji realized too late that Hisana had flipped over him. She aimed a kick at his lower back. Renji shun-poed out of the way, just before her foot contacted his back.

He managed to land a punch on Hisana's cheek, to which she retaliated with a well-placed back-kick to his stomach. Eventually, Renji caught Hisana by grabbing her leg again, this time determined to block another kick. "I know your moves, Hisana-chan." With that, he threw her to the wall.

"Sou ka? Then, you would have known that that wouldn't hurt me." Hisana stood gracefully in front of him. "It's so easy to twist from that, you know?" She made a "tsk, tsk" sound. "And I thought you said you knew me, Renji-ji-chan."

FLASHBACK

"I know your moves, Hisana-chan." With that, he threw her to the wall.

Hisana, once airborne, twisted herself into some complicated twists and executed a perfect landing on both feet in front of Renji. "Sou ka? Then, you would have known that that wouldn't hurt me."

END FLASHBACK

Ikkaku and Hisagi were shaking with silent, uncontrollable laughter. Renji's expression when he saw Hisana standing in front of him was priceless; he was so surprised and confused. The fact that Hisana was scolding her own godfather cracked them up even more.

"Oh well." Hisana ran, cart-wheeled once, flipped once, and brought her right foot right into Renji's face. She then blocked a kick with her arm, and threw a kick at Renji in mid-air. Her flexibility and agility astounded the two men on the side. "Owari da yo." She kneed Renji in his stomach and brought a fist to his arm. Following that was a high-kick, causing Renji to fly across the room. Hisana stood patiently and waited to see if Renji would get up.

Ikkaku called out, "Hisana-san's the winner!"

At those three words, Hisana dashed to the redhead. "Daijoubu? I didn't hurt you that bad, right? Renji-ji-chaan!" whined Hisana, kneeling next to him. Her amber eyes nearly filled with tears.

The three men sweat-dropped. The girl who was once a calm, Byakuya-like shinigami suddenly became a worried, panicky person. "Ano… is that personality change… normal?" whispered Ikkaku to Hisagi.

"…" Hisagi stared, surprised.

Renji patted Hisana's head affectionately. "Aa. Demo, if you keep switching personalities like that, you might lose a battle." He stared at Hisana with serious eyes. When she nodded, Renji grinned and stood up. Then, he cursed under his breath. "Ichigo's gonna flip!"

Ikkaku cocked his head to the side. "Why…?" Hisagi echoed him while Hisana grabbed her and Renji's zanpaku-tous. She came back, handing Renji the sword. In response, Renji grabbed Hisana and pointed at her cheek.

A big, ugly, purple bruise blossomed. Hisana winced as Renji's hand accidentally brushed it. It was intensely tender and painful. Renji said, "Ichigo's gonna kill me for this!"

Hisana smiled. "Don't worry, Renji-ji-chan. Otou-san won't know a thing about it." She raised a glowing white hand to her bruised cheek. The purple-ness disappeared and her skin was as pale as it usually was. "See-e?"

Hisagi said, "Healing kidou… that's right, you're a kidou master like Momo-chan. Healing would be easy for you." He leaned against the wall, smiling softly. "Is there anything you can't do?" Hisagi asked teasingly.

"Uhh… sports?" she answered, a little hesitant in her reply. "Uh… I'm not really sure."

Ikkaku grinned. "Perfect shinigami, though. According to Taichou, you're excellent at shun-po and swordsmanship, although he said you're a little hesitant." He smirked a tiny smirk to which Hisana glared at him for. "And you're a master of kidou and martial arts. That's all four basic combat methods: hohou, zanjutsu, kidou, and hakuda. Perfect! You would do really well in 11th Division." Ikkaku patted Hisana's head.

She grimaced. "And not live to see the next day? Sorry, no offense, but nuh-uh. I want to live, thank you very much. Zaraki-taichou'd beat me to a pulp." Hisana shuddered. "Iie, I'm fine where I am."

Renji chuckled. "It's not that bad. Zaraki-taichou sure wouldn't hold back, but he won't beat you to a pulp. Don't freak out. I survived, and Ikkaku-san's still alive. Taichous are humans, too." He patted Hisana. "But you're in 5th Division as taichou, so don't sweat it."

Hisagi grinned widely at Renji. "You used to come home to the dorms, limping. We had to half-carry you inside. Then, we had to ice your bruises… and bandage your— OI! Hisana-san, where'd she go?!"

Ikkaku pointed behind Renji. Hisana stood there, freaked out and clutching Renji's sleeve in her pale hands. She whispered, "Kowai… I'm never going near Zaraki-taichou again… Hontou ni… kowai." Hisana whimpered in fear and clenched Renji's sleeve until her knuckles turned white.

A large hand gently uncurled Hisana's fingers from Renji's sleeve. "Hisana. Kenpachi is not getting an inch close to you." Ichigo patted Hisana gently. He raised his hand in greeting. "Yo, Shuuhei, Ikkaku."

"Yo. Ichigo. Your daughter is a freaking master at martial arts! Who taught her?!" Ikkaku asked excitedly. "I wanna fight him!"

Ichigo grinned, a little nostalgia written in his expression. "Two people taught her, Ikkaku. Her and Takeuchi." Hisana's face fell at the mention of Takeuchi. "Arisawa Tatsuki-san joint-taught Hisana and Takeuchi… with me."

Eyes widened in surprise. "A-Arisawa Tatsuki? Wasn't she the girl Inoue Orihime hung out with? She taught Hisana-san? Arisawa must be good then!!" Ikkaku grinned maniacally. "We are sparring next mission." Then, he whipped around to face an amused Ichigo. "Wait, Arisawa joint-taught with you?!"

A soft voice interrupted the conversation. "Mm. But I have more of Tatsuki-nee's fighting style than Otou-san's. Takeuchi has more of Otou-san's style." Hisana smirked. "And he loses all the time." She grinned happily and played with her sash. Ikkaku and Hisagi snickered. "I bet I could beat you, Otou-san."

"Hey, I'm the same rank as you and Takeuchi. We're equal in skills!" Ichigo argued.

Renji's eyes widened. "'Same rank as…' Then, Hisana-chan, you and Takeuchi are—" He shook his head in disbelief.

"1st degree black belt? You bet!! Karate is like second nature for us! Gymnastics, too," Hisana added. Then, her eyes widened in fear and she hurriedly said, "See you later, minna. Bye!" Hisana shun-poed off. Ichigo tried to follow her, but was held back by Ikkaku.

"Spar. Now!!"

Ichigo caught Renji's eye and nodded. Renji left quickly and Ichigo reluctantly slid into a defensive stance. Hisagi called the beginning of the match. "Hajime!" Immediately, Ichigo blocked an attack from Ikkaku.

Ikkaku cackled excitedly. "Ah-ha! You are good! Lu-u-ucky!!" He ran at Ichigo with enthusiasm. "Lucky, lucky, lu-u-ucky!" he chanted, ecstatic.

--

Hisana screamed and broke out into hysterics on the Soukyoku Hill. Now deserted, it was the perfect place for privacy. Privacy was what Hisana craved for during her visions. She didn't want others to see her weakness. It gave her a feeling of shame… and she hated people knowing it and pitying her. Not only that, they will see the need to protect her and will get hurt. The secret must be kept hidden. That feared secret…

Renji, following Hisana's reiatsu, caught Hisana as her knees gave out in weakness. He sat down, pulling the girl into an embrace as she released a torrent of pain and fear. Renji's normally hard eyes softened with affection and he ran his fingers through Hisana's long raven hair. "Hisana-chan… daijoubu da yo. We're not dead or any of the sort. Daijoubu da."

Two small hands clutched Renji's kimono top and Hisana shook with sobs, body racking and heaving. Screaming, Hisana pleaded to Aizen Sousuke, traitor to Soul Society and the cause behind Hisana's secret, to stop. "O-negai… stop!!" She wept in fear. "Stop it! You're killing them!! They did nothing wrong! Stop!!"

Large fingers just gently combed through Hisana's hair as soothing words were whispered to the young shinigami. Internally, Renji's blood boiled. 'How dare he!! Hisana-chan…' He just continued to calm the panicked girl. 'She's suffering as badly as Momo…' His eyes flashed dangerously as Renji glared at the blue sky. 'Aizen… how I want to rip apart your fucking limbs…' he seethed.

Gradually, Hisana's sobs subsided and she fell into a deep sleep. Renji sighed in relief and stood up, cradling Hisana close to him bridal-style. Holding her protectively, he shun-poed back to the Kurosaki residence, stopping at the door. Using his spare key, Renji managed to open the door without disturbing Hisana in her sleep. "I'm back.

"Renji! Welcome back." Rukia came out of the kitchen. When she saw her daughter, Rukia gasped. "Hisana!! Is she alright?! What the hell happened?!" She glared at Renji while crossing her arms across her chest. "Tell me, Renji. Now!!"

Renji winced. "Aizen. She's asleep, now. I'll put her upstairs." He took the stairs by two and pushed open Hisana's door. After pulling back the covers, Renji placed Hisana down gently and pulled the blanket back over her tightly. He said to Rukia behind him, "Don't worry. She's fine. Ichigo should be back if he isn't already home." Renji turned around and glanced down at his childhood friend. "Ikkaku-san challenged him to a karate match, y'see?"

"Twice a day, nearly in rapid succession. Aizen, that bastard…" Rukia scowled and knelt by Hisana's bed. She stroked Hisana's smooth cheek softly. "Hisana…" Then, she looked up at Renji and said, "Go get changed and watch over the miso, okay? I'm counting on you. Send Ichigo up when he gets home, please. Thanks."

Nodding, Renji strode across the hall to his room. He had taken up the offer Ichigo and Rukia made two years ago to live with them instead of in the dorms. The dorms really sucked, and the food there did, too. 6th Division was also all the way across Seireitei. Living with the Kurosakis gave him better housing and food, and it was much closer to 6th Division than the dorms. Renji also scored spending time with his goddaughter and best friends.

Meanwhile, the Kurosaki parents gained someone to do extra chores around the house, and someone to do things if they were busy. They also got an extra, reliable eye on Hisana, at the same time. Hisana herself also gained a daily, willing sparring partner, so everyone got something out of this deal.

--

In Hisana's bedroom, Rukia lovingly caressed her daughter's cheek with a mother's tender, loving care. She smiled softly as Hisana rolled on her side, curling around the patterned red coverlet. Standing up, Rukia placed a light kiss on Hisana's brow and paced, waiting for Ichigo to come home.

'Why twice in rapid succession? Is he that desperate? Aizen's planning something, then. That's the only plausible explanation I can think of right now…' She glanced at her daughter, slumbering peacefully. 'Hisana-chan… You're so young though…' Rukia glared angrily at the clock on the wall. 'And where the HELL is Ichigo?!'

At that very moment, a sharp rap was heard on the door. Rukia hurried to it and let Ichigo in the room. Ichigo made a beeline to the bed and immediately crouched down. He put his large hand against Hisana's cheek and rubbed his thumb gently over it. "Aizen, huh?" 'Damn, they're coming rapidly.'

"Aa. Ichigo, I think Aizen's got some plan formed up. A different plan than his original. Later, we're going to have to discuss this with Renji." The couple heard crashes downstairs and Renji's angry voice. "What's going on down there?"

"Ikkaku and Shuuhei. I invited them for dinner. Sorry for not telling you in advance, but I felt bad kicking Ikkaku's ass and making Shuuhei laugh at him so…" Ichigo stood up. "Sorry, Rukia."

Making her way to the door, she replied, "It's fine. More people, more fun, right?" Rukia grinned. "I'll make you pay later." Ichigo heard her voice waft in the room. "Wake up Hisana-chan for me, Ichigo. Then you can make the extra miso soup."

Scowling, Ichigo crouched back down. He gently shook his daughter. "Hisana, we've got guests. Wake up." Internally, he smiled. Hisana never had a hard time waking up, so this job was easy for him. "Hisana." Hisana's eyelids fluttered open. Ichigo grinned mentally. 'Whadda I tell ya?'

"Mmm… guests? OK, I'll just change… Be right down." Hisana walked over to her closet, still a little sleepy, and pulled out a purple yukata. Ichigo backed out of the room and went downstairs to made the miso. Hisana slipped out of her shihakushou and put on the yukata. It came to her knees and was a dark lavender. The sash was violet. But what Hisana loved best were the flowers in silver thread along the hem.

She sleepily wobbled to the kitchen. Ikkaku teasingly said, "Ohayo."

"Mmm… Ohayo, Madarame-san, Hisagi-san." Hisana rubbed her bleary amber eyes with a fist. Then she blankly wandered to the living room and flopped on the couch, blinking her eyes to stay awake. Hisagi and Ikkaku glanced at each other in amusement and continued watched Hisana.

"Hisana! Let's set the table!" Rukia called.

Hisana slowly stood up and made her way to the table. While she set the table, she thought, 'Sleepy…' "What's for dinner, Okaa-san?" Hisana finished setting the table and sat next to Hisagi.

"Let's see… rice, grilled beef, and what else?" Rukia stuck her head out the door, a wooden spoon tapping her mouth.

"Miso!" chimed Renji and Ichigo simultaneously.

Giggling, Hisana nodded. "Can't forget the miso soup. Basically, it's simple tonight!" She grinned at the two men next to her. "Simple, but good! Unless…" A mischievous twinkle sparkled in her eyes. "Unless Renji-ji-chan messes up on the miso soup!" With the remark, Hisana skipped into the kitchen and hugged a growling Renji. "Uso. You don't mess up on the miso."

Ikkaku smirked. "This is way better than the dorms. Lucky dog, you, Renji, got someone to freeload off of." He leaned back on his chair and chuckled. "'Course, they make you do chores instead of paying rent."

Rukia appeared, holding a tray full of food. She arranged it on the table and replied, "Aa, it's a free trade, right, Renji?" Disappearing back in the kitchen with Hisana, she glared at Renji for his lack of response. "Right, Renji?"

"Aa."

Hisana carefully walked out, balancing a tray of soup and a second tray full of food. She set the food out on the table. "Ne, Hisagi-san, you're pretty quiet. Think you'll be promoted? You've achieved Bankai, right?" She flashed him a kind smile. "You also do all the duties… for taichou and fukutaichou… Sugoi desu ne, Hisagi-san ga. Mm, you'll be taichou, just watch!"

Grinning, a single word was said. "Arigatou." Hisagi took Hisana's hand and gently squeezed it. Hisana blushed slightly, but was called in for more food. Leaning back, Hisagi said to Ikkaku, "Eh… she's cute…"

"Remember! We're her friends! And you're not a pedophile… right, Shuuhei?" Ikkaku replied, hesitating at the end. "Right?!"

Hisagi blushed and smacked Ikkaku's bald head. "I didn't mean it that way! Of course she's just a friend… though we're all pretty protective, eh?" He laughed and leaned back again. "Because she's so young…"

"By Soul Society standards," replied Renji, walking out with the Kurosaki family. "Let's eat!!"

--

A/N: Okay, what did you think? This explained Rukia's and Ichigo's over-worry. Anyhow, please R&R!

Love always
hisanachan