Fathering Yachiru
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Category:
Bleach › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
7
Views:
2,208
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Snow
Yea...can ya tell I have much free time at my disposal yet?
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“You’re not going out like that,” Zaraki grunted, eyeing his vice-captain dangerously. She smiled and twirled around. “Go put that yellow jacket on. The one Ichigo’s sister gave you. Now,” he comanded. She blinked and jumped up onto his desk, kicking her legs out over the edge and swinging them rhythmlessly.
“Why?” she asked, playing with a loose thread on the sleeve of her cardigan.
“’Cause you’ll freeze, that’s why. And put those ear muffs on too. You might get another head cold if you don’t,” he said, sounding almost bored. She watched him relax back in his chair and close his eyes. She smiled.
“Okay, but only if you come out and play in the snow with me.” He cracked one eye open.
“Like hell. Either put more stuff on or you can’t go out. Simple as that,” he said gruffly. She frowned and jumped down.
“But how can I build a Ken-chan snowman unless you help me?” she asked innocently, gazing up at him. He sighed.
“Fine. Now go and get your stuff,” he ordered. She beamed and ran off, singing loudly to draw attention to herself.
Ikkaku began to chuckle slightly as he leaned against the wall by the door, filling out a minor report.
“Oh, Taichou...you’re getting soft...” he said easily. Zaraki walked past him out the room, muttering malevolently.
“Dare to come watch and I’ll bury you head first until that shit melts...”
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Sucked, huh?
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“You’re not going out like that,” Zaraki grunted, eyeing his vice-captain dangerously. She smiled and twirled around. “Go put that yellow jacket on. The one Ichigo’s sister gave you. Now,” he comanded. She blinked and jumped up onto his desk, kicking her legs out over the edge and swinging them rhythmlessly.
“Why?” she asked, playing with a loose thread on the sleeve of her cardigan.
“’Cause you’ll freeze, that’s why. And put those ear muffs on too. You might get another head cold if you don’t,” he said, sounding almost bored. She watched him relax back in his chair and close his eyes. She smiled.
“Okay, but only if you come out and play in the snow with me.” He cracked one eye open.
“Like hell. Either put more stuff on or you can’t go out. Simple as that,” he said gruffly. She frowned and jumped down.
“But how can I build a Ken-chan snowman unless you help me?” she asked innocently, gazing up at him. He sighed.
“Fine. Now go and get your stuff,” he ordered. She beamed and ran off, singing loudly to draw attention to herself.
Ikkaku began to chuckle slightly as he leaned against the wall by the door, filling out a minor report.
“Oh, Taichou...you’re getting soft...” he said easily. Zaraki walked past him out the room, muttering malevolently.
“Dare to come watch and I’ll bury you head first until that shit melts...”
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Sucked, huh?