A/N: Because I had an idea, and someone asked for more. So much for having just a one shot….
Disclaimer: Well, isn't this disclaimer quite the little sl**? Everybody does it, nobody pays for it. Well, like everyone else, I don't own anything but the plot and my OC.
Takeshi was a quiet baby, one whom everyone immediately assumed was the fourth seat simply by virtue of being alive (and if the day ever came that Ikkaku was defeated by him, everyone knew the current third would be busted down to Fourth Seat), after all, his mother had been lieutenant as a child herself, and nobody in the division cared. The paperwork never got done anyways, so it didn't matter much. To most of the members of the Eleventh, there was absolutely nothing strange about saluting someone who was centuries younger than you, even if they were still in diapers (for all the newer members, it helped that Takeshi had an army willing to kill in his name, as well as a Captain for a grandfather. They converted pretty quickly.) No, him being fourth seat was insisted upon, except everyone called for him to be Third, but someone had to be able to fill out the division sake budget, and Ikkaku was the only one who could logically be given the responsibility, out of all the seated officers. He had no aversion to weapons, and liked to gnaw on Yumichika's braid as often as possible. He clapped and laughed when the division members sparred, and for the other divisions, Takeshi gave them almost as much worry as his mother and Kurosuchi-taicho combined.
For the Eleventh, this was merely a sign that Takeshi was meant to lead them one day. The thing they puzzled about, however, was his inscrutable ability to simply disappear. Whoever was on duty to babysit would blink, and he would be gone. They'd tried everything from tying him to them, but he always managed to escape to places unknown (Second mildly wondered if he was in anyway or form related to Soi-Fon. Or if he was a baby assassin, one that had been born to move like the Onmitsukido Corp, natural ability to shunpo, which led to them campaigning to gain custody of Takeshi. That got them a special beating from Eleventh.) Eventually, he'd be found in his special armory, playing with something dangerous, and Yachiru and the Kenpachi would beam proudly (Central 49 wondered if they ought to call Child Services, but the inquiry ended when it was discovered that Child Services didn't exist as a branch of the Gotei.) and coo at him, as if absolutely nothing was wrong with having an infant around dangerous weapons. This lead to a playroom being established in the same room.
It was the Seventh Seat that was on babysitting duty that day, one who had been on illegal trips back to the World of the Living enough to have discovered that he had been a yakuza member. Takeo played it up, acting like he was still a yakuza member (he secretly trained himself in yakuza ways by reading cheesy shojo manga and watching live action dramas. Kami forbid that you mention that to anyone, or he'd show you yakuza.) Ikakku had specially forged Takeshi a sheath, beautifully enameled and decorated with gold designs, and a stunning stand for it as well, and this piece was displayed proudly at the head of the room. Takeo inhaled deeply, closing his eyes as his fists rested on his thighs and his legs tucked underneath his body. He opened them again to find Takeshi reaching for the glittering sheath, small pudgy hand close to the surface. He immediately shouted out, "Young Master! A rumble?!" The Division, by now used to Takeo shouting out such phrases and completely at ease with what the slang meant, immediately reacted, sliding open the walls and pouring forth from the walls, "Are you going to have a fight?!", bringing their zanpakto. (Hopes that had been raised so quickly were just as effectively dashed when he started gnawing on the false handle that had been placed in the sheath. It didn't stop them from bragging about it though, telling and retelling the story more and more elaborately with each cup of sake that night.)
The only reason there wasn't a fight with Young Master Takeshi leading the charge on some unknown enemy was that Unohana taicho had been visiting (no one quite knew why and no one cared to find out. Popular consensus was that she had come to practice scaring people – everyone knew 4th was too easy for her anyway.) which meant she simply smiled and opened her eyes and asked them what they were doing, and everyone scrambled to make it seem like they weren't doing what it looked like they were doing (not that any of them knew exactly what it looked like they were doing, but general speculation was that it probably looked suspicious.) And thus ended the first great lesson the 11th pretended they had intentionally taught their 4th Seat – be very afraid of Unohana taicho. It doesn't matter what you are planning, if she appears, forget about it. Your life is worth more than whatever you were planning.
A/N: And the end of this particular Omake. I hope you guys enjoyed, I wanted to plan my next chapter for another story, but I came up with this instead. Review if you feel like it, etcetera etcetera.