Yays, the new arc of Bleach is coming out this week, I'm so excited! Betcha new fanfic will center around it!

Berry Angel by Boogermeister

74- Springpetals

Ichigo sighed sadly when he saw Tensa squealing happily at a cherry blossom tree. They both knew what this meant, but it was different. Tensa remembered it as a first-ever tree he had seen, but with Ichigo it was more tragic. His stillborn daughter, Masaki was buried underneath one in Las Noches back in Hueco Mundo. From what Nel had told him, the structure was still there so the infant was still in peace.

"Mama . . . . Loh!" smiled Tensa as he touched at the bark and glanced back at his mother.

"Yeah, the tree's pretty, isn't it?" Ichigo sighed with a small smile.

75- Challenge

"What is that . . . .?" frowned Grimmjow as he stared at the frisbee-like device in Ichigo's hands.

"It's my old toy, called Simon Says," muttered Ichigo as he placed it on the living room floor. "The concept is to repeat the colors and speed of the machine."

"Wow, sounds interesting," mumbled Tensa.

"How do you play it?" asked Nel as they huddled over it. Grimmjow scoffed softly as he glanced away, getting excited over an old game.

"You're interested, Grimmjow?" Ichigo suggested.

"Ch, like I would be," scoffed the former Sexta.

"Oh . . . . guess you're not man enough to play then, huh?" he smirked. Grimmjow stiffened at that and glared hard at him, causing the eight year old to muffle his laughter.

"What did you say, Kurosaki?" he sneered.

"Uh-oh," sighed Nel, as Tensa smirked at the challenge.

"Well, if you're chicken . . . ." Ichigo smirked.

"Like hell," Grimmjow scowled as he knelt down. "You're on, Kurosaki."

"Fine, I'll put it on and I'll go first . . . ." Green, blue-red, green. "Green, blue-red, green," he repeated, pressing the lit buttons.

"Ah, it's like a song with colors, right?" smiled Nel.

"Yeah . . . ." sighed Ichigo. Yellow, red-red, green-yellow-blue. "Yellow, red-red, green-yellow-blue," he muttered.

"I'd like to try, Mama," Tensa smiled.

"Go ahead."

Red, red, blue-red. "Uh . . . . red, red, blue-red," muttered the child.

"Let me go at it!" Nel smiled. Yellow-green, yellow-green, blue-yellow. "Ah, yellow-green, yellow-green, yellow- oops!" she pouted when the toy buzzed at her mistake. "It looks so easy . . . .!"

"Come on, Grimmjow, try it out," Tensa smiled lightly.

"Unless you're chicken . . . ." smirked Ichigo, and Grimmjow scoffed.

"Get real, Kurosaki," he frowned. Blue-blue, red-green-blue. Grimmjow quickly pressed lit button and snorted in amusement. "See, it's not that hard for me," he smirked a little.

"Oh, then let's put it on 'hard' mode," he smirked back, as he pressed the mode button. Red-blue, red-blue, green-green-red, blue-yellow-yellow. Ichigo pressed the buttons with such ease, smirking when he saw the disgruntled look on his rival's face.

"Oh you are so asking for it now . . . ." he growled. Green-green, blue, red-yellow-yellow, green-yellow-red. In swift motion, he pressed the buttons. Ichigo admittedly quirked an eyebrow but continued to smirk nonetheless. It had been like that for the next 30 minutes, both he and Grimmjow had been going at it almost on a dangerous level. Tensa and Nel noticed that and backed away, almost out of the living room.

"Tch, you can't beat me, Grimmjow," smirked Ichigo. "I've played this game much longer than you."

"But I'm a damn fast learner, Kurosaki, unless you have forgotten that?" Grimmjow sneered back.

"Thought that you were losing your touch since the last time we fought."

"Why, you little-"

Buzzzz. Grimmjow's eyes widened a little and glared down at the toy, as Ichigo let out a soft chuckle. "You were meant to press green-blue-green, not green-blue-red," he smirked. "You lost, Grimmjow. Guess you're not that much of a challenge after all."

". . . . That's it, I'll destroy this son of a bitch," Grimmjow growled lowly. Just as he was about to reach for it, Ichigo quickly moved it away from him and ran off. "Hey, come back here!" he snarled as he followed after him over the apartment.

"No way, you're acting like a sour-faced kid!" laughed Ichigo. Nel sighed as she and the young kid moved to the side.

"And this is why he can't have fun in the real world," she mumbled.

76- Freddy's Nightmare (got re-inspired by watching the two-part documentary of the 'Nightmare on Elm St.' movies! And whoever saw 'Freddy vs. Jason' should get the joke later on!)

More and more children shrieked in terror as they ran away from the costumed man, who roared out in laughter. "Run . . . .! Run away from me but you can't escape my claws!" he sneered as he flexed his clawed right hand.

"Grimmjow . . . . we get it, you're freaking Freddy Kruger," Tensa sighed, pushing his hockey mask aside to glance at the former Sexta, all decked out in the infamous striped sweater and the clawed glove and the fedora as well as the rubber mask of the burnt monster. "It was funny the first three times but now I think we'll get in trouble for scaring kids."

"Aw, come on, kid," Grimmjow smirked behind the mask as he glanced at him. "It's the humans' fault for creating a monster like this, what's the point of having this costume?"

"Well, I only suggested it because the Michael Meyer costume wouldn't suit you," the teen scoffed. "Your personality is more of a 'kill for thrill' type rather than the 'silent stalker'."

"Ah, thanks for the compliment," he replied as they wandered through the streets. "I swear, who knew that scaring brats would be so much fun?"

"That's not funny, Grimmjow, it's kinda stupid to do it now."

"And why's that?" scoffed Grimmjow.

"Next thing we know, we'd get chased down by some angry mother," grumbled Tensa. "Come on, let's scare some of my classmates. They should be hanging out by the park."

"Are they the ones who mess with you sometimes?" he asked.

"Yeah . . . ." At that, Grimmjow sneered.

"Then we would have a good time, huh?"

Later . . . .

A small group of teens were hanging out by the park when they heard loud rustling behind them. They were startled at first, then one scoffed as of which one of the guys was in on a prank. The next thing they knew, they saw two people in masks pushing through the bush and stared blankly at them. ". . . . Is this a joke?" frowned one of the teens.

"Rahh!" yelled out Grimmjow as he charged at them, and the teens jolted off out of fright and surprise. "You're my children now . . . .!" he cackled as he ran after them, before Tensa shook his head a little.

"Oh well . . . ." he sighed as he ran too with the machete swinging around, making the teens yelled out in panic.

"Damn it, didn't they kill each other in that movie?" gritted one of the boys before finally running away from them. Grimmjow laughed as he took off the mask and shook his head.

"Ah, that was just too good . . . .!" he sneered before turning to Tensa. "Come on, kid, don't you think so?"

"Yeah," smirked Tensa. "Can we go home, it's getting late . . . ."

"Tch, that's lame," scoffed Grimmjow as they left the park.

"I still have curfew, even though I am a Soul Reaper," he shrugged.

"Grimmjow, Tensa!" They turned to see Nel, in a 'blood-stained' prom dress, jogging up to them. "Come on, Ichigo said to come home for the party. It's almost over."

"Man, I wanted to scare more kids," sighed the former Sexta, scratching at his hair with the clawed hand.

"No, Mom'd flip if he hears you say that," frowned Tensa.

77- Family Portrait 2

"Ah, it's like deja-vu all over again," sighed Ichigo, when his pre-teen son squirmed a little as his hair was being combed. "Stay still, Tensa . . . . today's an important day."

"You act like I can't comb my own hair, get off," grumbled Tensa, who was nearly at eye level with his mother. Both of them were dressed in formal suits, though he could care less. ". . . . Where's Starrk?"

"He's just finishing his smoke, he'll be in shortly," he muttered. He smiled a little at the sight of his son, last time at the photo shoot he was just a baby sitting on his lap with their family. Now, for over five years, they were a new family with Starrk and Lilynette. It wasn't long until Starrk came back, he was also dressed in a suit but in a casual way with no tie. With him was Lily, who pawed at the floor impatiently.

"You guys ready?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah," nodded Ichigo with a soft smile.

78- Ring

Starrk tiredly glanced at the box of candy on the countertop. The one that are comically diamond-shaped lollipops on plastic rings. He blinked at it and sighed, seeing the box everyday was giving him the same recurring idea for a while. He wanted to do it, since he became family with Ichigo and Tensa a few years back.

He even bought it already and contemplated of whether or not to tell Ichigo about it. But he needed to do something about it. "Lily . . . ." he muttered and the dog glanced up at him. "I think I'm gonna do it." Lily just groaned in annoyance, as if saying to just do it already. "Fine . . . ." Later that night, after he came home, Ichigo seemed to notice his subtly unusual behavior.

"Starrk, what's going on with you lately?" he frowned as he was preparing dinner. "You look . . . . less tired than usual."

"Oh, it must be that coffee-flavored candy I tried out earlier," shrugged Starrk.

"Tch, like I'd believe that," smirked Ichigo as they were eating their meal. "Oh . . . . It's because of Tensa, right? Now that he's spending time with my sisters, you wanna have 'alone time' with me."

"Ah, actually . . . . I wasn't really thinking about that, Ichigo," he muttered.

"Huh? Then what is it?" Starrk just gazed at him and sighed, reaching into his pocket.

"I was wondering . . . . if we can become more than just a simple couple,, Ichigo . . . ." he muttered, taking out a small black box. Ichigo's eyes widened slightly in surprise and confusion as he stared at the box then at him.

"Starrk . . . . I don't understand," he muttered.

"If you accept this, then we can be a real family," muttered Starrk.

"No, I mean that two guys can't get married just like that here," he frowned.

"I know that, but still . . . ." he replied quietly as he opened the box, revealing a simple gold ring. "Just wear it, Ichigo. For now it would mean that we belong together." Ichigo blinked and frowned again, this time for the warm tears pricking at his eyes.

"If it makes you happy . . . ." he mumbled.

"No, it'll make us happy," Starrk muttered with a small smile. He took out the ring and gently gripped his lover's hand. Ichigo shuddered lightly when the cool metal encased his ring finger and he gazed at it. It was so simple yet he now found it beautiful.

". . . . Wow," he smiled softly before looking at the brunet. "Thank you so much, Starrk . . . ."

79- Father 2

Isshin sighed sadly as he glanced up at the poster of his late wife. If he had truly knew . . . . on that rainy night, then he would had tried to save her and Ichigo. In a way, he still considered to be his fault for stop being a Soul Reaper. But it was actually because of Aizen that his beloved wife had died, he didn't see it coming but he was nearly ashamed at what came of his son years later.

At first, he pretended not to notice Ichigo's Soul Reaper abilities, that was until after he left for Hueco Mundo did he realize it. At first it became a week, then two weeks. A few months. Before he knew it, it was nearly two years since he last saw him. It had broke his heart behind closed door, away from his young daughters. He wasn't even sure if his son was still alive over there.

That was until he was visited by Urahara that one night that gave him a shock of his life. That Ichigo was still alive after escaping Hueco Mundo, and to add it, his son had a baby out of forced sex. And yet . . . . he didn't have it in his heart to hate the child of the one who violated the teen. When he first saw Tensa, all he saw was a bright-eyed toddler with the most cheerful smile he hadn't seen since his children were infants. The child quickly warmed up to him, acknowledging him as his grandfather.

"Grandpa . . . . oh, there you are," Tensa muttered as he walked into the living room, and Isshin turned to glance at him. ". . . . Something wrong?"

"No, no . . . . just reminiscing about your grandmother," he sighed, cracking his neck.

"Um, I'm just curious about something now," the young teen muttered. "You think that . . . . Grandma would've been okay with you and Mom being Soul Reapers?" Isshin blinked at that and sighed.

"Maybe, she was a happy-go-lucky woman, she would have just simply accepted," he smiled a little.

"But . . . . what about me?" he mumbled, with a ting of sadness in his tone of voice. "I know that Mom'd always say that she would love me but . . . ."

"And she would regardless, and she still does love you, Tensa," smiled Isshin, patting at his shoulder. "It doesn't matter, I know what you're thinking. You're only you, son . . . . You're not him, not ever. I can feel it in my bones, you're just like Ichigo." Tensa glanced up to his grandfather and smiled softly.

"Is that why you always pounced on me, Goat-Face?" he smiled. "Come on, you're like close to 60. You're gonna break a hip for jumping on us one of these day!"

"Nonesense, I got a body like a bull!" Isshin gloated cheerfully.

"But your hair's streaked with grey like a skunk," he scoffed.

80- Summerbeach

Tensa squealed in apprehension when his bare feet touched the hot sand, gripping tightly at his mother's arms. From what he could remember, the sand from before was a lot cooler. "Okay, okay . . . . we'll go by the shore, Tensa," assured Ichigo as he carried him to the wetter sand. The toddler finally calmed down, as he stepped down.

"Huh . . . .?" he frowned in confusion, feeling the wet texture before he noticed the waves lapping at the ground. "Tah . . . .!" He wandered, with his hand held, towards the water only to squeal in delight when the ocean tickled at his feet.

"You like it?" smiled Ichigo.

"Dahhh! Mama . . . .!" he squealed, stomping when the ripple of waves came back.

"Okay, we'll play in the water for a while," he smiled. Carefully, he guided the young toddler into the cool water and nearly chuckled when Tensa shivered playfully from being wet. "The water's cold, Tensa?"

"Hee-ee-ee . . . ." shivered Tensa but continued to splash around in the waves. "Ugh . . . .!" he grimaced when he tasted the saltwater from his fingers.

"Aw, it's all right . . . ." Ichigo smiled as he carried him out of the water. The rest of the family were busy burying Starrk with sand, since he preferred to sleep everywhere they went. The former Primera barely moved as Yuzu and Karin patted shapes over his body, his soft snores wasn't interrupted when Ichigo and Tensa came back.

"Ahh, Th-arrk . . . .!" Tensa pointed out when he saw the sleeping brunet.

"Tch . . . . must you give him those?" Ichigo frowned a little as they sat down on the towel.

"Come on, it's funny!" smiled Yuzu. "Who doesn't do it?" Ichigo just shook his head before feeding his son his snacks. Tensa, however, was mostly preoccupied of staring at Starrk being buried.

"Mama . . . ."

"Yeah, your aunts are something else," sighed Ichigo. Soon, the twins finished before deciding to play by the shore, just as the snoring stopped and Starrk slowly woke up. ". . . . Hey there, Starrk," muttered Ichigo.

"Hm? Hey . . . ." Starrk mumbled tiredly.

". . . . Nice boobs, by the way," he pointed out. Starrk frowned before glancing down at the twins' work, the sand over him was shaped like a mermaid with actual endowments. He blinked but sighed tiredly.

"Oh well," he shrugged before closing his eyes.

81- Mother

Tensa sighed tiredly as he looked at the book of psychology one day. He often wondered if his relationship with his mother is similar to that of other normal families. Especially since his mother was actually a man. Ichigo does show maternal instincts only because of his past situations in Hueco Mundo. He was told that his mother had the strong desire to protect him since the day he was born, because of his power-hungry father.

He flipped through several pages until he saw one term on the chapter of psychological theories. 'Oedipus Complex- subconscious feelings on which the males concentrate desire of their parent of the opposite sex . . . .' Tensa blinked at that and frowned a little; he actually doubted that he suffered something like that. His case was unusual but he was certain that his relationship with his mother wasn't any different than other people.

But still . . . . he was often afraid that asking or referring anything about his father would trigger anything horrific to Ichigo's mind. Sometimes he would rather not ask to spar his feelings, truthfully he hated to see him sad and crying. Putting away the book, Tensa sat up from his bed and sighed.

"Tensa . . . . dinner's ready," Ichigo called out from downstairs. Smiling a little, the teen stood up and left the room.

82- Kon's Body

"Oh dear . . . ." frowned Ichigo, clenching the soul pill in his hand gently as he stared at the mangled sight of cotton stuffing and shredded felt across his old bedroom. He couldn't really believe what had happened; Kon's lion plushie body was destroyed. It all happened when the comical mod soul was spewing nonsense as usual when Ichigo and his son visited (usually about how everyone had forgotten about him, even though he was asked to live with the family countless times), and he went a bit too far.

He had agitated Lily one day by harshly bopping her on the nose, and the dog snapped. "Arggh! Get her away from me, she's gonna kill me . . . .!" cried Kon as he frantically ran around the living room from her.

"Tch, serves you right for messing with Lily," Ichigo frowned dismissively, but froze when he heard a sharp tear of fabric. Long story short, he helped Kon get away from Lily but it was too late when she dragged him upstairs and mauled half of the plushie body. But Ichigo managed to save him by fishing out the pill out of him. "Man . . . . now what?" he sighed tiredly.

Back home, he and Tensa tried to figure which stuffed animal to put him into. His former body was beyond repair as Uryuu pointed out, so they were finding a way. After all, Ichigo owed it to him for those two years when Kon was impersonating him. "Which one . . . .?" frowned his twelve-year-old son, shuffling a small variety of teddy bears he had as baby.

"Hmm . . . . maybe this one," muttered Ichigo, picking up a small one but realized that it didn't have an opened mouth. "Or . . . . this one." He picked up the second one dressed in a raincoat and pushed the pill into the mouth.

". . . . Hm, huh?" mumbled Kon, his plastic eyes blinking around. "Ichigo?"

"Kon, you're okay?" muttered Ichigo.

"Wha- Ahh! What happened to me, Ichigo?" he exclaimed in surprise as he glanced down his new body and squirmed around.

"Remember? Lily got mad at you and tear at your body," replied Tensa.

"But . . . . oh yeah," Kon sighed.

"So now what?"

"You need to stay here with us from now on, so that won't happen again," sighed Ichigo.

"Hmm, fine but there's one thing," frowned Kon.

"What is it?"

"I don't want this body, gimme a better one . . . .!" he whined then he saw the wolf plushie on the teen's bed. "Like that one right there!"

"Wait, what? No way," frowned Tensa. "That meant something to me, there's no way that you'll go in there."

"Come on, please . . . .?" he whined again. Ichigo sighed deeply and glanced at his son.

"Just let him, Tensa," he muttered. "It shouldn't be a problem."

"But . . . . that toy was the first toy that Starrk gave me," Tensa frowned. "I just don't want anything happen to it, that's all."

"Don't worry, kid, I won't act crazy this time!" Kon assured eagerly.

"Ah, fine," he relented. "But promise not to wander out in the streets."

"I promise, I promise!"

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Hm, I think I'll finish in two or three chapters, with the last few drabbles centering around Ichigo's and Starrk's relationship to the next level.

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