I've been wondering. If I had written 'Breaking the Twilight' much later, my ending would've been greatly different! Now that Aizen's now defeated supposedly by Urahara and Getsuga!Ichigo, I wonder how I would have written the epilogue and stuff!

Berry Angel by Boogermeister

31- Rough-housing 2

"Okay, if I make this shot, we're all gonna get laid!" smiled Tensa as he tossed a popcorn at his stepfather's sleeping face once again. It was unsuccessful, as the snack just bounced at the forehead. "Damn it . . . ." he sighed, picking up another popcorn.

"Mmh . . . . Tensa?" mumbled Starrk as he slowly woke up, the teen paused in his mischief as the man stood up. He frowned when he realized the snack covered his hair and shoulders. "Again . . . .? I'm getting tired of this, Tensa."

"Sorry, Starrk, but it's hard not to mess with you," Tensa muttered with a bit of guilt.

"All right, I understand . . . ." Starrk yawned softly before dusting off the snacks. "Because you're grounded for the weekend."

"Wait, what?" frowned the teen.

"And no calling your friends during that time also," he mumbled as he went upstairs. "Please don't try to reason with your mother once he comes home, he'd agree with me."

"Aw, man . . . ." whined Tensa.

32- Father

"Shinji, can you tell me something . . . .?" the fourteen year old asked, sitting casually on the playground swing. The Vizard, who was sitting on a swing next to him but was facing the opposite direction, glanced at him with a confused frown.

"What is it? What's on your mind, kiddo?" he asked.

"Well . . . . I'm kinda afraid to ask 'cause Mom might get wind of it and it'd make him feel bad," he mumbled. "But I wanna know . . . . just a little info about my real father."

"Oh . . . ." Shinji understood with a short nod. "I could why you're a little uneasy about asking me."

"Sorry."

"It's okay," he sighed. "Let's see . . . . it's been over a hundred and twenty years since then." Tensa blinked in slight confusion, he knew that Soul Reapers lived long but often forgotten that he was old. "I was the Squad 5 Captain then . . . . and Sousuke Aizen was my Lieutenant."

"Really . . . .?" he muttered in surprise.

"Yeah . . . . I once commented that he seemed scarier than me," he replied with a grim yet small grin. "I had a feeling that he was dangerous and I couldn't trust him . . . . guess I ate those words when he transformed me into a Vizard."

"Oh . . . . how did he look like? I've never asked Mom about that," muttered Tensa.

"Good thing you didn't, that'd probably hurt him at the mere mention of it," he sighed as he glanced at him again. "In a way . . . . you look similar to him, but being raised by someone like Ichigo you also look like your Mama. Especially with the way you frown and scowl a lot."

"Why does everyone keep saying that?" he frowned a little, and Shinji grinned.

"I have no idea," he shrugged but went serious quickly. "Anyway . . . . I never realized that he was creating that mess from the start, nobody knew of his lies because all of us were forced out of the Soul Society. I wonder, if we could've warned them about Aizen, none of this would have happened." He frowned at those last words. "No . . . . I have no grudge against you, kiddo," he muttered. "Just because you're Aizen's son, it doesn't mean that you're really like him."

"I know . . . . I don't remember anything about him, so I can't be like him," he sighed. "Did he look evil like everyone else says?"

"There was a strong air around him, despite his friendly and calm demeanor," the blonde Vizard muttered. "That's how he fooled everyone until it was too late. He could've done the same thing to you too if it wasn't for that Arrancar of his, but everything worked out in the end right?"

"Yeah . . . ." nodded Tensa.

"But let me guess, those Soul Reapers have different opinions huh?" he muttered. "As usual, they often prejudice those who are different. That's why we're still exiled because of their laws, despite the fact that it was Aizen's fault . . . ."

"A lot of them saw me as just him . . . ." he frowned, scratching through his chestnut hair. "Mostly the nameless guys, but the Captains liked me. Especially Mr. Urahara and Mr. Kuchiki."

"Well that's good to know, but one day you're gonna be like your Mama," grinned Shinji as he started to sway in his swing. "You're gonna kick some asses and show the Soul Society who's the boss." Tensa broke out a short laugh and shook his head.

"Thanks, Shinji . . . ." he smiled.

"And don't worry, we'll keep this between us, kiddo," he grinned.

33- Zoo

"This is Chad's birthday gift to you . . . .? A free zoo visit?" Ichigo sighed as they browsed over the enlarged map. "I'm not mad or anything, but it would be nice if I just pay half."

"Come on, Mama, try to be grateful," frowned Tensa. "If you see money on the ground, you can't just step over it."

". . . . Being on top of the class doesn't mean you have to be a smart-ass," Ichigo frowned back with a sharp noogie to the head. Starrk simply sighed as they walked around; they gazed at the variety of wild animals either sleeping around or gazing back at them. But the former Primera noticed something as soon as they passed by the wolf enclosure.

"What's this . . . .?" he mumbled as he stopped.

"Huh? Oh . . . . these are the American Grey Wolves, Starrk," Tensa informed, seeing the sign nearby. "Why'd you ask?"

"Look . . . ." All four wolves stared intentively at Starrk, as if they knew each other. He moved to the side, and their heads turned. He moved again and they were still looking at him. "Interesting," he muttered.

"More like weird, Starrk," Ichigo frowned in confusion. "Why're they doing that?"

"Must have to do with my former life . . . ."

"Huh, what was that, Starrk?" muttered Tensa as he glanced up at his stepfather. But he was assured with a soft pat on the head.

"It's nothing important, Tensa," he muttered.

"Look, the doggies are looking at that man, Mommy!" exclaimed a young child, whose mother hushed her as they walked by.

"It seems important enough to get people stare at us," shrugged the nine year old.

"Whatever," frowned Ichigo. "Let's go, they're starting to look creepy."

"Guess you're right . . . ." sighed the brunet as they walked away. As soon as they did, the wolves whined and howled, catching the visitors' attentions.

"Mama . . . .?" Tensa frowned in confusion but was pulled along with his parents' pace.

"Just go . . . ."

34- Birthday Present

". . . . Who's the birthday boy?" Ichigo whispered in a sing-song tone, snuggling against his sleeping lover's back. "Who's the birthday boy?" Starrk sighed tiredly yet happily as he slowly opened his eyes, while Ichigo placed soft kisses on his neck and shoulder. "Happy Birthday, Starrk . . . ." he smiled.

"Is that why you're waking me up so early this morning?" he mumbled.

"That . . . . and I have a present for you," he smirked, lifting up the edge of the bedsheet. "And guess what? It's already unwrapped . . . ." The former Primera put up a small smile as he shifted his body, Ichigo wasn't kidding with the 'unwrapped present'.

"What a perfect gift, Ichigo," he chuckled softly, kissing him on the lips.

"Starrk! Starrk!" smiled Tensa as he suddenly burst into the room. The couple was instantly startled, Ichigo quickly sat up and covered his naked waist with the sheets as the seven year old plopped onto the bed. "Starrk, guess what!"

"Yeah?" muttered Starrk as he sat up.

"Today's your birthday, Starrk!" beamed Tensa.

"I'm aware of that . . . ."

"Tensa, can you ease down on the excitement? He just woke up," sighed Ichigo.

"But I wanna give him my present!" he immediately pouted.

"Your mother was about to give me one too," Starrk sighed, earning a harsh smack at the arm.

"Shut it," frowned Ichigo.

"Really, what?" asked the boy obliviously.

"Um, never mind about that, Tensa," he muttered. "Why don't you get ready for school? We'll celebrate Starrk's birthday later, okay?"

"Oh, all right," he nodded, getting off the bed and leaving the room.

Starrk sighed heavily as he rested his head onto his lover's shoulder. "Happy Birthday to me . . . ." he sighed, kissing at the soft skin.

"Yeah, great . . . ." sighed Ichigo.

35- Sweet Sixteen

"This is the worst birthday . . . . I have ever had!" scowled Tensa, how can his entire family agree to this? Even his mother, who would often beat down Isshin for creating over-the-top party? "You guys are the worst, you know that I have friends here and you let this happen to me!"

"Come on, Tensa . . . . you know that Grandpa had wanted to do this for so long," smiled Ichigo, though he couldn't hold off his laughter.

"You could've done this when I was five!" he scowled angrily. Right now, in front of his friends and family, he was standing over a miniature horse and was holding the tiny rein. "I hate you so much . . . . you're just as bad as Goat-Face!"

"No, I've talked him out of getting the clown," he smirked.

"Yeah, at least it's just a pony and not an entire petting zoo!" laughed Michirou.

"Get bent!" scoffed Tensa.

"It's not so bad . . . . your family worked so hard to make this party," sighed Starrk. "Just sit on the small horse and let your mother take a picture of you."

"I can't, Starrk . . . ." he gritted lowly. "I'd kill it."

"It's okay, Tensa, it's nice to have something fun at a birthday party," Naomi smiled warmly. The teen caught that and blushed awkwardly, earning another stifled laughter from his mother.

"Fine, just get off and enjoy the rest of the party," he smiled.

"I hate you, Mom . . . ." he scoffed as he moved away from the oblivious pony and walked up to him. "Why'd you do that to me?" he frowned, when everyone else clamored over the animal. "I'm a frigging Soul Reaper, I kill gigantic Hollows. And you and Goat-Face gave me a pony?"

"Come on, your girlfriend likes it," smirked Ichigo.

"Sh-shut up . . . .!" he hissed in embarrassment as he turned beet-red immediately. "Naomi's not my girlfriend!"

"But she's a friend who happens to be a girl," he smirked lightly. "Uh-huh . . . ."

"Mom, why must you ruin my life . . . .?" he frowned sadly, despite being hugged.

"It's the circle of life, parents must embarrass their kids no matter what."

36- Toy

Usually, with young toddlers, they are often spoiled with new toys in which are hits-and-misses depending on their interest and attention. But Tensa preferred what he found when his Aunt Yuzu was cleaning out the hallway closet. An old plastic cow with a small string on the nose. "Huh . . . .?" he mumbled as he picked it up, it was pretty worn out but it wasn't that dusty.

"What is it, Tensa?" asked Yuzu when she noticed him looking at the toy. "Oh, that used to belong to Ichigo when he was your age! I can't believe that it's still around . . . ."

"Huh? Mama . . . .?" mumbled Tensa.

"See? It goes like this . . . ." she instructed, placing the cow down and pulled it around with the string. The sharp squeaky sound of the wheels seemed to fascinate the young child.

"Hah-hah . . . .!" giggled Tensa, clapping his hands.

"Here you go, Tensa! Have fun!" smiled the aunt before returning to clean. Since then, he trailed it around the house endlessly, Ichigo would watch on happily while Isshin simply cried to the poster.

"My dear Masaki, our grandson enjoys the gift you had given to our darling Ichigo so long ago . . . .!" he sobbed joyfully. But the teen didn't mind, somehow the toy cow was like a heirloom now.

37- Alone Time

Ichigo scowled playfully as Starrk nuzzled at his neck from behind, when he sweeping the living room floor. It was rare that they had the apartment to themselves, usually Tensa would be home or Ichigo was coming home late from work. But now it seemed that man took the message. "Starrk . . . . what're you trying to do?" he questioned slyly.

"Just wanna cuddle with you, Ichigo," he mumbled, resorting to press his lips against the neck.

"I see . . . . but why?" smirked Ichigo as he stepped away, going to the kitchen almost sensually with each step. He loved to tease his brunet lover so much, it would frustrate him but the frustration quickly turned into heated lust and ended with hot love-making. Starrk narrowed his eyes slightly as he gazed at him and followed after him.

"Don't do that, Ichigo," he warned, nearly growling when Ichigo then started to act innocent as he put the broom away.

"I'm not doing anything . . . . or am I?" smirked the orange-haired doctor as he coyly tried to walk by. But Starrk grasped him by the arm and pulled him close to his chest.

"You're such a cruel tease," he growled softly, his hands rubbed at his hips. "Why must you torment me?"

"Because it's fun, baby," he smirked lightly, kissing at his chin. That sent the former Espada over the edge, as he pulled Ichigo up into his arms and sat him down onto the table surface. Ichigo took the signal and wrapped his legs around the taller man's waist as they began to make out. "Starrk . . . . I thought I told you about doing it on the table last time," he scolded lightly, earning a soft nip on the lips.

"Not to leave the eggs too cold on the plate?" he joked.

"Idiot . . . ."

"Mom, there's something I wanna get from you-" Tensa called out suddenly as he came home, only to see his parents in a compromising position on the table. "OH MY GOD, WHY!" the teen instantly cried out as he screwed his eyes shut. "Damn it Mom, why can't you and Starrk do that in your bedroom?"

"Geez, I didn't expect you to come home too soon," scoffed Ichigo as he got off the table, Starrk sighed in defeat of being interrupted by his distraught. "But at least that image steered your mind away of doing what I was doing. So . . . . score two points for me."

"No two points, you loony," scowled Tensa. "Damn, now I've forgotten what was I about to ask you . . . .!" He stormed out of the kitchen and rushed upstairs, leaving his mother smirking a little.

"Sorry, Starrk . . . . maybe next time," he laughed a little.

"No, maybe now," muttered Starrk, Ichigo saw the look in his eye and tried to run off. But it wa pointless as his lover decided to haul him to the living couch.

38- Moving Day

Ichigo stepped around the empty area meant to be the living room and sighed in disbelief. He couldn't believe that his family and friends convinced him into getting a rare duplex apartment. It wasn't too expensive, but he had assumed that he would just get a decently smaller apartment since it was only him and Tensa. The three-year-old was accostumed to the old house but he was getting bigger and they needed more space. "Hey, don't just stand there, help us!" whined Keigo as he was struggling with three boxes.

"Sorry . . . ." sighed Ichigo, taking two of the boxes down. "It's just kinda surreal to have a home of my own."

"It's not that bad, I got used to it at a young age," smiled Orihime as she put away newly purchased dishes.

"Same here . . . ." muttered Chad, hauling in six boxes at once.

"But it's not fair, I'd like to find a home myself," he frowned, earning a warned tug at his growing hair.

"Quit doing that to yourself, idiot," frowned Tatsuki but it was out of concern. "We're doing this for you because we care about you, Ichigo. Just accept our thanks and kiss off . . . ."

"Fine . . . ." he whined a little. All the while, Tensa glanced around the huge boxes as he hugged his favorite wolf plushie for comfort. He was uncomfortable with the new environment, he was used to living with his grandfather and his aunts but had overheard his mother getting a new home for him over a week back.

"Mama . . . ." he muttered shyly, tugging at his mother's pants. "I want Starrk."

"Starrk . . . .?" muttered Ichigo. "Don't worry, he's coming by to eat dinner with us."

"Will Yuzu make food?" he asked.

"Well, we're gonna have some pizza," he smiled. "That's just as good, right?"

"Yah . . . ." he mumbled, before being lifted up into his arms.

"Don't worry, Tensa," Ichigo smiled softly. "Yuzu and Karin and Goat-Face can come over anytime so you won't feel lonely."

"But, where Starrk sleep?" he asked. "He sleep here, Mama?" Ichigo frowned slightly at that. The two-floored apartment was big but it only had two bedrooms, and his son needed one of his own.

"Ah well . . . ." he mumbled, but he couldn't think of a good answer. "You see, Starrk got that candy store, right?"

"Yah . . . ."

"But he could take my old bedroom since he don't have to sleep in the closet anymore," he pointed. "In a way, he's still with us, Tensa, is that right?"

"No," frowned the toddler. "Starrk sleep here now." Ichigo sighed, the attachment was too great between the two. What can he do, force the former Primera to sleep on the couch every night? A few hours went by as they took out most of the stuff from the boxes, for once without goofing off Isshin installed the bed he had brought for his grandson a year back. "What is this?" questioned Tensa when he saw the new furniture, since he was used to sleeping with his mother.

"This is your own bed, Tensa," smiled Isshin. "And because you're a big boy now, you're getting your own room."

"I a big boy?" he asked in slight disbelief.

"Yes . . . ." he smiled, before he could start wailiing of Tensa getting older Ichigo puched him square in the face.

"Please no dramatic whining in my new home, Dad," he scoffed. They then heard someone walking upstairs, thinking that it was one of the teen's friends, but when Starrk stepped inside Tensa's new room the toddler squealed in delight.

"Starrk!" he beamed, hugging at his leg.

"You're enjoying the new home, Tensa?" Starrk asked quietly.

"No, I want you," he frowned a little.

"I see . . . ." he sighed, patting at his head. "I did come by to see you, at least you'll feel better."

"You're a bit early, Starrk," remarked Ichigo with a small smile. "Guess that means that you decided to pick up the pizza, huh?"

"Actually no." Thanking his friends for helping out, and forcing his sobbing father to go away, Ichigo finally had the apartment to himself along with his son and Starrk. Tensa nibbled at his slice during dinner and let out a tired sigh. "Something wrong, Tensa?" muttered Starrk as he gazed at him.

"The house too scary . . . ." he mumbled.

"Don't worry, Tensa," sighed Ichigo, taking a napkin to wipe at his son's face. "I'm here, right? So the house shouldn't be too scary." Tensa nodded, though he was a bit afraid to sleep by himself. With his mother, he felt safe from any harm he imagined was there. He wasn't sure what, but vaguely remembered the hollowfied eyes gazing down at him sometimes before despite remembering a familiar voice also.

"If it's okay with your mother . . . . I can stay overnight so you won't feel scared," suggested Starrk. At that, Tensa perked up and smiled. Ichigo sighed but couldn't argue with that since he cared for the young child's needs. Soon after dinner, he prepared him for bed despite the boy's apprehension.

"Tensa . . . . there's nothing to worry about," he assured, putting him into his new bed. "Remember what you grandfather said, you're now a big boy. And big boys sleep in their own beds from now on."

". . . . Okay, Mama," Tensa mumbled, shivering slightly when Ichigo started to leave. "I want Starrk here." Ichigo turned to glance at him and smiled softly.

"Anything for you, Tensa." Eventually, Tensa had gotten used to sleeping by himself after Starrk stayed with him almost every night. It wasn't long until he finally managed to sleep without him around, clenching the wolf plushie in his dreams.

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Hmm, I should try to add drabbles of how Tensa is getting used to being a Soul Reaper next time!

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