Me: Hello everyone!
Takara: Hi!
Me: Okay, before you say anything... I WILL UPDATE Q&D TOO! It's just... hard... and I'm not in the mood right now, sorry...
Takara: ...
Me: What?
Takara: Shouldn't you be foccusing on this fic for now?
Me: Yeah, but if they're reading Q&D and this and are thinking "WHY DOES SHE UPDATE FAMILY, BUT NOT Q&D?" then ... that's the answer
Takara: Oh...
Me: Anyhow, let's go!
Disclaimer: You know what I own and don't own... at least when it comes to Bleach
Explanation
Toushiro wiped his tears away. This was ridiculous! He was crying! Because of... his mother...
It was hard to think! So many thoughts swirled in his head, he didn't know what to do or how to treat her! And what would other shinigamis think? Would this change anything? Should he treat her differently than the others? How should she treat HIM!? Like a son or like a superior?
Mishiro gently stroke his white, unruly hair.
"You're quiet, Shiro..."
"Well, I've got a lot to think about... thanks to you"
"Yes, that is true... sorry"
"Don't worry about it. It's just... complicated? What if someone else hear about this?"
"I don't know, Shiro, I don't know... for now, we'll just try to hide it"
Toushiro sighed and turn. He stared into his mothers teal eyes, so much alike his own.
"And how're we supposed to do that? The rumour is already spreading fast and, well, I haven't met one person who's not noticed that we look alike. Not even Kurosaki is that dumb"
Mishiro was quiet. Toushiro sighed.
"This causes us some trouble.... some, why not say quite a lot! I'm a taichou whose new 4th seat is my own mother, my obvious mother, I'm the only shinigami ever with biological parents from the soul society... Kurotsuchi is surely going to find that truly interesting! And somehow it feels like I should treat you differently since I'm you son, but as a taichou, I can't. That would be wrong, a taichou should never favoritize a subordinate. Nor can you treat me differently even if you're my mother. You're below me in rank, but technically, you're the only one except the other taichous who have the right to call me by my first name!"
He rubbed his forehead and closed his eyes tightly again.
"Nor can I use your last-name, we have to give you a false one. I should call you okaa-san, but I can't..."
Mishiro embraced him again. He gasped and by doing so, he automatically inhaled her scent.
"Don't worry about it, Shiro. I can treat you differently when we're alone and you me. And don't worry so much about it. Even if they find out about it, there's nothing they can do to change it. Nothing bad is going to happen"
Toushiro chuckeled a little.
"You don't know Kurotsuchi... as soon as he finds something that's rare, he runs a lot of tests, not always nice ones. He's a maniac..."
"Now now Shiro, don't say things like that about a collegue"
Toushiro couldn't help but laugh. He got scolded by his mother for his language! Already...
Mishiro also giggeled a little. He was so cute, and so much alike his father when he laughed...
"Mishiro?"
"Hmm?"
"Wh-when I spaced out earlier, I-I remembered things from the past..."
"Such as?"
"From when I was a kid... first one year old. I had just said my first word perfectly... you smiled at me"
Mishiro smiled, she remembered too.
"Then from when I was two, when I walked for the first time and once when I fell and hurt my knee. You consoled me"
Mishiro nodded.
"When I was three, I remembered that I wanted to play with some other kids, but they backed away. You smiled sadly at me this time..."
Toushiro didn't mention that he had gotten used to that later on, it wasn't important.
"Later, when I was four, a boy hit me because of the colour of my hair. You hugged me..."
Mishiro closed her eyes. She didn't want to be reminded.
"Wh-when I was five, I heard you cry..."
Mishiro gasped and opened her eyes. She knew what he was going to say next, and she didn't like it.
"Lastly, I remember being all alone in a forest. This time I was only six years old... and you were nowhere to be seen"
Mishiro tried to avoid eye-contact. Toushiro noticed this, of course, and his expression went cold and firm.
"Mishiro, why was i alone? Where were you?"
Mishiro didn't answer.
"Mishiro!"
She shook her head.
"Okaa-san!"
Mishiro gasped and stared at him. Did he just call her "okaa-san"? "Mother"?! Her cold facade broke, and she started to cry. Toushiro was taken aback. She cried?!
"I'm so sorry Shiro! I just... I just! people were already avoiding me, I didn't want the same thing to happent to you! When I saw it did, I was sad beyond words! I knew that I couldn't leave the 14th district. I had been placed there when I died, and unless a shinigami found me, I'd live there forever. Even if they found me, there was nohting that guaranteed that you'd make it! I didn't know what'd happen if they found out that you are my son, and I didn't want to tell them who's your fa... therefore I escaped to the 1st district with you, and left you close to the village. i knew that someone would take you in. I just wanted you to live happily!"
Toushiro was shocked. He wasn't sure that he understood it all, but...
"You were going to say something about my father... who is he? Do I know him?"
Mishiro shook her head.
"No Toushiro, you are not ready yet... and neither is he... you'll have to be patient. I'll tell you when the time's right"
Toushiro didn't protest this time. She was sad and he was in a slight shock and exausted. Toushiro rose to his feet.
"Well, since I sent Matsumoto away, I guess you'll have to clean after her"
Matsumoto had spread out a lot of paper on the floor and a vase had fallen to the floor when she rushed out of the office. Mishiro bowed.
"Of course, sir"
And by some reason, Toushiro blushed.
Later that night, when Mishiro returned from the other rooms where she put the paper, Toushiro slept on the sofa. He had been reading and finished a report, but he was so tired and the sofa so soft, that he had fallen asleep.
Mishiro smiled and put a blanket around him. She kissed his forehead lightly and switched off the light, before leaving the room.
"I love you Shiro"
Me: Well?
Takara: It was cute
Me: Nothing more?
Takara: Well...
Me: What?
Takara: Who's his dad?!
Me: Why should I tell you?!