outside his vision
2. taste of grandpa

The man who looks like a younger version of his grandfather smiles in his direction, then turns to the receptionist and asks something. Kazui can't hear, but whatever she replies makes him frown. He makes a motion with his hand to follow him where she can't see, and then heads back to the office with a 'let me know if a patient comes in.' And Kazui finds that odd, because how does the man know he's not a patient but a lost boy? Especially if he's somehow wandered back in time?

The man marches into his office, dallies a little, and then shuts the doors. It's enough time for Kazui to sneak in, but is it sneaking when the doctor practically invited him?

Oh well. He's looking now, anyway. 'Are you lost?'

'Yes!' Kazui exclaims. 'I asked and asked and asked for directions, and finally someone sent me here.'

The man's brow furrows at that, but before he can comment, Kazui adds: 'You look like Isshin-jichan.'

He blinks at him… then he laughs. 'Well, I am Kurosaki Isshin. Though whose son are you? Ichigo? One of the girls? You've got Ichigo's hair, anyway…'

'Ichigo.'

'Oh no, wait. Don't tell me. Isn't that when you accidentally wind up changing the future or – oh.' He shook his head. 'Right, too late for that. I doubt Urahara will be able to keep his nose out, anyway.'

'Urahara,' the boy repeats. He knows that name. 'Oh, the weird shopkeeper, right?'

His downsized grandfather laughs. 'Definitely Ichigo's kid. But he might be able to shed some light on what's happened. Unless you can shed some light yourself?'

Kazui shrugs. He has no idea what's happened, really. Might've been something he touched. That's usually the problem and he was wandering around Soul Society which has plenty of odd things about.

Well, his mother's always telling him to not run off, that he'll get into trouble one day without them and it's apparently happened. Or not. After all, he's found his grandfather. 'Can I see 'tou-san?'

Isshin blinks at that, and then he frowns.

Kazui doesn't see what the problem is.

'Ichigo's at school,' he replies finally. 'He's got work after that, so it'll be a while before he's home.' He considers the boy a moment, then sighs. 'Though you don't have anywhere to go, do you? Why don't we get you upstairs for some lunch?'

Kazui's stomach grumbles on cue. Lunch does sound good, especially if it's his aunt Yuzu's cooking… and it probably is. Even in elementary school, she was responsible for keeping the house in shape. And the house is neat and tidy when Isshin leads him upstairs (past the receptionist who only acknowledges Isshin's break). There's are more photos around, and other trinkets he doesn't recognise – and no wonder. No doubt the décor's changed in numerous subtle ways over the years. His father hasn't been a teenager for a long time, after all, and his aunts are almost grown up as well.

They're not married, though. And they still live at home. So they're not a hundred percent grown up yet.

Yuzu's cooking is still far better than his parents, though.