Well, here it is! Daddy Pt: V! It is very possible I will do another one, too!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or the characters.

Daddy Pt: VI — I See U

"Mama!"

Rukia sighed as she heard the small, soft voice of her little girl call. She put the dish inside the washer and dried her hands, walking into her daughter's room and picking the small child up off of the floor.

"What's wrong, Masaki?"

"When daddy be home?" she asked, laying her head on her mother's chest as she grabbed one of her feet to play with.

Rukia smiled and patted her daughter's dark black hair.

"I don't know, sweetie. Why don't you go play with Kaien?"

Masaki nodded and as soon as Rukia set her down on the floor, she ran out of the room in search of her brother.

Rukia set to cleaning up the room as soon as the little girl was out of sight. Masaki was a messy girl; her clothes were strewn across the floor and hew bed was unmade, and Rukia was surprised to find a pair of socks and a stuffed rabbit under the girl's pillow. And if she thought Masaki was messy, she was nothing like Kaien. That boy was a tornado! You would find his socks and underwear stuffed inside his stuffed animals, and his toys and clothes messed for two feet thick on the floor.

He took after Ichigo.

He even looked like Ichigo; so much it was scary. He had the same orange hair, the same face shape, and even the same nose. He didn't have Ichigo's scowl, though his time around the kids was beginning to make even Ichigo's scowl disappear, and Kaien had her eyes, but all in all, he was a perfect image of his father. But Masaki was like her. Her hair had only grown darker as she grew with it. Her eyes were violet, too, exactly like Rukia's. She had neither her fathers nor her mothers personalities; she was a mix. She was soft and caring, yet at times, she could be destructive and loud. She was obedient and cheerful, but she liked playing with the boys, which was a good thing, because their new neighbors had three small boys.

Rukia smiled as she placed the bunny on the now made bed. Turning out of the room, she snapped off the light and closed the door. This action made the small hand-written sign on the door shake. It said, in very messy, child-like writing: Masaki rome. It was the cutest thing. She had made it at preschool.

Suddenly, loud cries of, "Daddy!" brought Rukia to the front door. She leaned up against it as she watched Ichigo being jumped on by both kids. He looked up at her and smiled, picking Masaki up and placing her on his shoulders and patting Kaien's head. The kids were both laughing and smiling.

"How was your day?" he asked, walking inside and putting Masaki down on the floor. She giggled and ran into the other room, Kaien right after her.

"Good. I had to take an unexplained break because of a Hollow, but I doubt they'll fire me or anything. And I don't know why Renji didn't take care of it; this is supposed to be his patrol now," Ichigo said, rolling his eyes.

Rukia just smiled, turning around and kissing him before walking off to do the dishes.

"I miss having a baby."

Ichigo was snapped out of his thoughts as Rukia spoke. He rolled around in the bed, coming to face her. She smiled at him, playing with the fabric on the quilt she was laying on.

"Hm?" Ichigo asked, resting his head on her arm. She played with his hair as she spoke.

"I miss having a baby. Masaki and Kaien are going to school now, and I'm all alone in the house until they get home," Rukia said, her gaze turning to the ceiling. Ichigo smiled, burying his head in her chest.

"Hmm . . want another baby?"

Rukia was sure that, for the briefest second, she heard hope in Ichigo's voice.

"That or homeschool the kids. They leave at eight in the morning, and don't get back until four. The school sees them eight hours a day while I get to see them four until their bedtime. They see more of Masaki and Kaien then I do."

Ichigo had never really thought about it, but it was true.

"You really want to homeschool?" he asked, looking up at her. She smiled.

"I might."

"Well, have you asked them?" Ichigo asked, though he liked the idea a whole lot more than he was letting on.

"No, but I don't think they'd mind. Kaien came home with a cut today; he said that an older boy pushed him down because of his hair," Rukia said worriedly.

"What?" Ichigo asked, sitting up in bed. Rukia sat up too, sighing. She had known he would react like this. Ever since the day that Kaien had first been picked on because of his hair, Ichigo had been worried about something worse happening.

"He was pushed down on the playground because a third grader thought his hair was weird. He was sent to the nurses office; the boy had forced him to tell a lie, but when he broke down crying here at home, I knew something was wrong," Rukia said, having wormed the whole story out of Kaien a few hours ago. This did nothing to calm Ichigo down.

"So . . . homeschool? That'll be a lot of work, you know," Ichigo said, laying back down. This time Rukia laid her head on top of his chest, breathing softly as she closed her eyes.

"I know. But at least I'll be able to see my children."

And with that thought, Rukia slowly slipped into a deep sleep as Ichigo ran his fingers through her soft hair.

"Can you see her?" Masaki asked, sticking her fingers in her mouth as she looked at the little child sitting across the street. Kaien nodded, his gaze following hers as he watched the child being walked right past by several adults. He noticed that the little girl didn't even try to get the adults attention once. Then, as someone walked straight through the girl, he fell back off of his tractor and hit the ground with a thump.

Ever since his mommy had started homeschooling them a month ago, they had had a lot more time to play outside. And they had seen the little girl several times, but they never saw anyone walk through her!

"What that?" Masaki asked, pressing her face harder up against the fence. Kaien pulled himself up off of the ground and joined her, his hands grasping the fence next to hers. His bright orange hair was blowing in the wind as they watched.

Rukia, who was in the kitchen watching the kids so they wouldn't get in trouble, was staring across the street, too. The little girl had been hovering around for several days now. She was a small ghost; Rukia would have to talk to Ichigo about preforming Konso soon.

She groaned as she watched Kaien fall back into the mud; his once clean overalls and orange long sleeved shirt were now soiled. But she was happy to see that Masaki's green jumper and yellow sweater had made it out fine. It was October, so both of the children were dressed warmly.

That was one thing that made Rukia sure that the little girl across the street was a ghost. She was wearing shorts and a tank top; something no one in their right mind would do in this weather.

But what was more interesting was that Masaki and Kaien seemed to be looking straight at the girl. Her two children began talking to one another, and Rukia decided to open the window so she could hear what they were saying. The cold air flew in and danced around her neck, but she could now hear the small voices of her children.

"I wonder who she is," Kaien said.

"Will she pway with me?" Masaki asked, standing to her feet. She waved at the little girl, smiling. Rukia felt the urge to walk outside, or to bring the kids in, but she didn't know why.

Maybe it had to do with Ichigo's past. The first time he had seen a ghost, his mother had died protecting him.

But if something happened to Masaki or Kaien, she was too far away to help them.

Deciding to be safe rather than sorry, she quickly walked outside and told Masaki and Kaien it was time for lunch, then they had to get back to school. They both ran inside, giggling.

Rukia fed them peanut and jelly, and, before they got too far in their school books, both of them fell asleep at the table. She quietly moved them into the living room so she wouldn't wake them while cooking dinner.

They were both still sleeping when Ichigo came home that afternoon.

"Wow. I walked in without being ambushed," Ichigo said, hugging Rukia before putting his coat up. "How was your day with the kids?"

Rukia smiled and replied that it was fun. She liked having the kids around during the day, and they liked it better than public school.

"Good."

"How was your day? You seem . . upset," Rukia observed, walking into the kitchen with Ichigo on her heels. He smiled sadly.

"Ah, nothing bad. I just had to preform Konso on a little girl today. It never used to bother me, but the little girl looked so much like Masaki . . . I keep thinking that someday it will be her or Kaien," Ichigo said sadly, leaning up against the counter and grabbing a carrot stick before Rukia slapped his hand playfully.

"No picking in dinner."

Ichigo pretended to pout, but then grabbed Rukia round the waist and rested his chin on her head. He breathed in heavily; she smelled like strawberries.

"I got a call from Yuzu today," Ichigo continued, munching happily on the carrot stick.

"Really? How is she doing?" Rukia asked, slapping his hand again as he tried to steel another carrot stick.

"Good. She and Karin are going nuts cooped up in that house with dad. Their thinking about moving out and renting an apartment together so they can split the rent while their in college. Hey, are you still thinking about a baby?"

Ichigo's last question took Rukia completely off-guard. But again, she heard hope in his voice.

"Why do you ask?"

"Ah, I dunno. It was just something one of my co-workers said at work today."

"What did he say?" Rukia asked, her attention turning from chopping the carrots and onto Ichigo.

"His wife got pregnant . . . and he wants her to have an abortion. He was telling all the guys at the office, and they all agreed. But I pretty much stayed out of the conversation. I just don't get how anyone could want to kill a baby . . . I don't know what I would do if anything ever happened to Masaki or Kaien," Ichigo said, smiling as he watched them sleeping in the other room. Kaien was slumped over the couch, his dirty clothes rubbing off on the soft, brown fabric and Masaki was curled into a tiny ball on the floor, her stuffed bunny hugged to her and her fingers in her mouth.

"Well, I've been thinking about a baby. . ." Rukia started.

"And?" Ichigo asked, his eyebrow raising.

"And if one comes along, that's great, but we don't need to worry about it. I have the kids at home now; but Masaki has been asking for a baby sister lately," Rukia said, laughing. "She wants one for her birthday, she said."

Ichigo smiled sadly, but hid it, turning away to look at the kids again.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew through the window.

Walking over, he gently closed it, hoping that the sound didn't wake Masaki and Kaien.

"That's good. I wouldn't mind a baby, either. You know I still wake up in the middle of the night?" Ichigo asked, walking over and gently pulling Rukia into his arms. She rested her head on his chest, breathing in his scent. It was always the same; he always smelled the same, no matter what. Ichigo continued, "Yeah. I still wake up and for a second, I listen for the cry of Masaki or Kaien . . or both."

Rukia laughed softly, remembering the first few months with Masaki. She and Kaien would both wake up in the middle of the night at different times, making it impossible for either her or Ichigo to sleep.

"But then I realize that they both sleep through the night now, most of the time. I love it when one of them comes and curls up in our bed, though. Like in the thunderstorms when Kaien and Masaki both come running in and jump under our blankets. God, I love them so much," he whispered, smiling into Rukia's hair.

She looked up at him, her soft face breaking into a smile as she leaned up to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and deepened the kiss, pushing her back against the wall.

"Daddy!"

Ichigo pulled back and smiled slyly at Rukia as he looked down to see Masaki jumping up and down in front of him. Her black hair was a mess and she looked very sleepy, but her eyes were smiling.

"Hey, sweetie," he said, leaning down in front of her and hugging her. Masaki smiled and hugged him back, kissing him on the cheek. She then giggled and ran off into the living room, jumping on top of Kaien and singing happily, "Daddy's home! Daddy's home!"

Soon both children ran into the kitchen. Ichigo smiled and kissed Rukia on the cheek, whispering, "We'll continue later."

Rukia nodded and went back to chopping carrots while Ichigo sat both children down at the table and began helping Kaien and Masaki with their ABC's. Masaki wasn't supposed to be learning them yet, but when Rukia had began homeschooling the kids, she had zipped through a whole thirty page pre-school book in one day and began dwiddling in Kaien's book. They had found that pre-school had been holding her back, and had let her learn everything with Kaien, as she was smart for her age and could keep up.

"Daddy?" Masaki asked, writing the last letter down and handing it to him. "How'd I do?"

"You did great. Kaien, can I see what you did?"

Kaien proudly held up his paper and smiled, showing his missing tooth in the process.

"Wow! You both did great. How about we play outside now?"

That earned happy shouts from both of the kids and, after putting on their coats, socks and shoes, Ichigo led them outside where whey began jumping up and down on him.

Rukia smiled from the kitchen window. Ichigo caught her eye and grinned, his eyes filled with happiness as he played dead and got a very rewarding reaction from Masaki and Kaien. Rukia shook her head and dropped the carrots into the stew she was making for dinner.

He was such a goofball.

Later that night, Rukia was just changing into her nightshirt when Ichigo walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck.

"The kids are asleep," he said, his lips trailing up to nibble on her ear. Rukia smiled and pressed herself back to Ichigo, letting the straps of her nightshirt slip down. Ichigo helped them, pushing the gown off of her and turning her around in his arms, pressing her up against the wall as he began kissing her. Rukia moaned softly as Ichigo's mouth ventured lower. Rukia soon found it unfair that she was wearing nothing while Ichigo was fully dressed and began to push her hands under his shirt. She had soon lifted it over of his head.

"I hope you know I'm ovulating now," Rukia whispered as Ichigo led her over to the bed.

"So? I want another baby," Ichigo whispered, pulling back for a second and smirking.

Rukia just smiled.

Ovulating: (Of a woman) To produce an egg from which a baby can be formed.

Anyway, I hope everyone liked this. I might write another, but I don't know.

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