Me: Yeah...
Shiro: Yup...
Ichi:*whines* Why must you do this to me?!
Me:*shrugs* Someone had to teach your sisters the things they know.
Shiro: And we don't trust ya pa's with this crap
Me: Or Yoruichi...
Shiro: Or Urahara...
Ichi: Ugh! Prime owns nothing...
Chapter Summary: After the Kurosaki family lost one of their important members of the family, who was the one to make the twins they way they are in the anime? Someone had to teach Yuzu how to cook and clean or sign Karin up for sports that she love so much. Heck! Who told them puberty?! I mean really do you really trust Isshin to do that? Hench little Ichigo steeping up!
Age 9
Realizing the Truth and His True Resolve
Ichigo Kurosaki looked out into the river before him. He had skipped school again to be at the place where he lost his mother, looking until sundown. He has been doing this for nearly a month, every day without stopping. He was so desperate to find her for his sisters and father. Sure he wanted to find her for himself as well but how can he? He was the cause of her death. He wasn't worthy of his mother or being in her warm presents. The young orange haired child felt tears sting against the back of his eyelids but shook his head. He quickly replace his depress face with a face of determination. He can't cry! He will not cry! He has to be strong, for his family. He has to find her! For his family and for his sanity!
"Onii-chan!"
"Onii-chan!"
Brown eyes widen as he look up behind him to see his twin sisters running down the stairs to get him. Their father following right behind them with a sad face. Ichigo couldn't help but feel sheepish and surprised. He placed a small smile on his lips as tried to greet them, weakly asking what they doing here out so late. Image his huge surprise when Karin, the oldest of the twin-the one that had chosen the resolve of never cry because she wanted to strong for her family, snapped at him with wet eyes. Yuzu, the youngest twin, let out a sob staring at him with pleading eyes. He watched in shock as their father pulled the crying duo almost crying himself. Why couldn't he make them happy? Why did he always make them sad?
"Ichigo, could you please share how you're really feeling with us?"
Ichigo felt his brown eyes become overcome with tears. His own father, the silliest man in the world but also the strongest, had tears in his own dark eyes as he held the sobbing twin in his arms. The oldest Kurosaki held out one of his hands, beckoning his young son to share his pain and sadness with them all. Ichigo stood up slowly before launching himself at his waiting father and sobbing his baby siblings. He finally, after a whole month, allowed himself to cry into his father's chest as the Kurosaki siblings were held tightly. The nine year old boy hated that their mother was gone by his hand. Hated that his baby sisters are going to grow without a mother. Without a mother to teach them, to help them grow, to be there. If only he could do something to stop their pain. Anything to make them happy.
Slowly tears began to dry from behind his eyelids. His sisters needed a mother. They needed someone to help them when they get to his age. The orange hair boy looked down at his baby sisters that somehow manage to cling to him during their crying fest. How can he be so selfish? How could he not let his sister in when they needed him the most? Ichigo then felt something deep within his soul. Something that had change within his soul, heart and mind. They needed a mommy.
And he was going to give them a mommy.
Books, Old Ladies and More Books
Ichigo sigh as he looked around the library searching for what he needed. His right eye twitches as he snuck a peek over his shoulder to see couple of the librarians staring at him. He could feel the hair at the back of his neck rise, holding his cook books tightly to his small chest, as they whispered among themselves. He really didn't like them. They were old and smelly. Plus he could see it in their eyes that they wanted to pinch his cheeks. Shivers went down his spine. Like he'll let some crazy old grandmas touch his cheeks!
The orange hair boy continued to walk around in his quest to find what he was looking for. Trying his best to dodge or escape any of the old hags that thought he was lost or needed help. He scowled as best as a nine year old with slightly chubby cheeks could. Sadly it just looked like a cute pouty face making everyone one around him wanted to go 'aw.' Which they did and Ichigo just couldn't help scowled harder as he escaped into a row of random books.
Finally after an hour of searching Ichigo let himself reducibly admit defeat. He slowly he dragged his little body towards the front desk. Waiting there was not an old lady much to his relief but a young lady with dark skin and dark purple hair. Ichigo stared at lady who stared back with golden mischievous cat like eyes unimpressed. He let out a defeated sigh and slowly trudged his way toward her.
"Hel~lo chibi-chan!" The purple hair lady greeted with a large grin.
Ichigo felt his right eye twitched. "My name is Kurosaki Ichigo and I'm looking for a couple of books."
The lady snickered at the child's pout. "Alright berry-chan! What kinda books could that be?"
"Books for motherhood." The nine year old grounded out through clenched teeth. 'Old hag, calling me chibi-chan. I'm not that short!'
The dark skinned women look at the child in a pleasant surprised. Most kids around his age would be asking where the comic or the kid's section where. Heck they would be demanding where the computers were. 'Hey wait a minute…did he just ask for books on motherhood? Why would he be looking for those books…oh.' The young female felt her lips turn up into a genuine smile and let out a small giggle. 'I see…silly berry-chan.'
"Oh but don't you want some comics to read? Or how about a computer play with?" She asked in a teasing tone.
Ichigo shook his head with a scowl. Sure those things sound great for a child that was carefree but not him. He wasn't carefree; he had a job-no mission to do. He didn't want any of those stupid things, he didn't even need them. What he really needed and wanted were those motherhood books. Now if that lady would hurry up and give him what he needed!
"Fine, fine, such a pouty chibi." The cat eye woman giggled typing into her computer. "So you're looking for mommy book that is upstairs on the left side of the room? Is your mommy going to have babies? If she is, shouldn't she be the one looking?"
For the first time since he stepped into the library his scowl actually looked like a true scowl as he turned around to go upstairs. As he walked away he turned his head look back at the lady. "I don't have a mommy. I am the mommy Miss..."
"Shihoin. Call me Shihoin berry-chan!" The new name female smiled.
Ichigo nodded his head and walked off; ignoring the new nickname he was given by the older woman.
'Crazy old cat looking hags.'
Too Much Reading
Why?
It's too much.
How can he survive this?
Was this his end?
Ichigo let out a loud cry as he fell backwards clutching his hair. The orange haired boy groan as his head banged harshly against the wooden floor of his room. Books from everywhere he could find scattered around him tiny frame. Books from every library from all over the town, from his insane father and all the bookstores around, that he could find.
Too much…
How could he let this go on?
Why would he let this go on?
It hurts…It hurts too much.
The brown eyed boy let out a whimper. His small thin fingers weaved in his hair still as he lightly tugged his orange locks. His big, innocent brown eyes heavy with much needed sleep. He stared up at his white ceiling blankly, corner of his eyes moist with unwanted tears.
So….many…books…
Gah! He hates his life!
The nine year old boy shook his head quickly. No he can't say that. He had a job to do. A mission to continue on with. Nothing will stop him from resolve! He was Ichigo Kurosaki! He is the number one guardian and he will do this. He was not some little kid. Brown eyes sparked with determination as he sat back up. He reached out and grabbed an open blue book that he gotten from his father.
He would do this!
"GAH! Why would that be in there?!"
That is…if he can have the courage to actually read the book of both male and female puberty.
He looked at all the other book that lay before him.
Ugh…too much reading.
Welcome To Motherhood
Teary brown eyes looked around in frustration as he looked at all the open book scattered around him. On table and counter tops just mocking him. Teasing him, taunting him, making him feel stupid. How dare they?! Can books even do that? He could not understand this. Stupid books and their words that are hard to pronounce or making no sense to him. Why does he have to put salt before putting in the noodles? Who does that anyways? He followed all of the instructions of each and every book to each and every different plate he made.
So why?
He could do Curry rice, Chāhan, Hayashi rice, and Kamameshi. Heck, making Mochi, Mugi gohan and Ochazuke was easier than this. All of those cuisines…they were so easy!
Why damnit!?
Why can't he make spaghetti?! Stinking spaghetti!
Ichigo then looked down at his pot. It was red, slimy and sticky. Was pasta supposed to look like mush? The nine year old let out a groan and sigh. Can this get any worse? The brown eyed boy looked over at the meat he was cooking to add to the American cuisine and let out a squeak.
The meat!
It was on fire!
Ichigo let out another yelp as he ran around the kitchen looking for a way to put it out. Unfortunately, the young male found a dry wash cloth on the counter near the sink and snatched it up with a triumph cry. He turned back to the flaming pan and started to hit with his cloth. Sadly, instead of putting out the fire like he thought, it went up in flames.
The youngest Kurosaki male let out a high pitch shriek as he waved small towel around in fear before tossing it into the sink. He quickly as he could turn on the water and let out a relieved sigh as he fire died under the flowing ice water. Then slowly he turned to look at the pan in horror, meeting the fire that had started his mid-panic. Only the fire wasn't small any more but gradually getting bigger.
Ichigo let out a wail as he dove to the burning food.
Why?!
~~~~~One hour later~~~~~
Five year old Yuzu and Karin as well as their father, Isshin, looked down at their meal in dismay. On their plate was seems to be mush, red tinted spaghetti that looked as if it was harden into a rock that was burn from the bottom up. On the top was soggy, over cooked to the point that it looked like black flakes meat. All three Kurosaki gulped in unison with each other as they shared a look.
"So? Aren't ya going to try it?"
They all looked up at a dirty Ichigo, who was still in his apron. He had dry pasta clumping his hair near his temple and apron as well as tomato sauce painted on his cheek trailing down his cheek to his light pink kimono. His orange hair hanging down his face due to sweat and properly hiding the slight burn make on his ear. The young boy had a bright but uneasy smile as he clutched a ladle to his chest.
"Well?" The young boy asked his right eye twitching slightly.
Yuzu and Karin shared a looked before teaming on their father with a glare. Rather the 'Goat-face' lives than theirs. Ichigo tilt his head in amazement. Was his father really going to eat this?
Ichigo smirk. Guess the curry he made can be tomorrow's dinner.
Ichi:*sighs* Well...at least Goat-face gets torture at the end.
Shiro:*snickers* Yeah
Me:*giggles* Review and junk!