Our Father
Walking with hands held high
A cocky smile on his face
He knows where he belongs
His stride ever so steady
Two teal eyes look up
Confusion upon the face
His arms folded on chest
A frown upon face spread
The older boy lets out a laugh
Watching the younger squirm
Glaring and not at all sure
Eyes widening ever so often
Ichigo chuckles eyes closed
His arms behind head
His stretching done well
Knowing some secret
Toshiro sighs and asks
Finally giving to curiosity
What made him so cheery
What made him laugh so
I have a secret of course
That was his response
He kept keeping secrets
Laughing as he did so
The boy grumbled away
Only to have head ruffled
His eyes narrowing
Spluttering away quickly
Shiba... I'm a Shiba
Ichigo laughed at this
Watching the widening eyes
His laughter growing
The younger did calculate
His mind figuring things
The corner mouth twitched
Then began to yell at him
Blame my dad of course
That response he gave
He continued laughing
Watching the younger boy
Toshiro glowered at
Crossed his arms at
Tapped his foot at
It's not funny.. isnt
Ichigo asked his feelings
Asked if he was happy
Knowing former taicho
Happened to be alive
The small boy ranted
He raved out his anger
Stomped his foot deep
Didn't give way at all
He of course ired away
His feelings hurt deep
By that man he trusted
This wasn't at all funny
But we're brothers Toshiro!
Ichigo chortled away
Continuing to laugh at him
We're of course family
Toshiro paused for a bit
Yes... we're family we are
He's an idiot isn't he
Ichigo of course agreed