25This is kinda a spin off of my other fanfic, Feather. But. Instead of just having a daughter, They have a son and daughter-the son being 3 years older. Orihime will not be the villain and the storyline will be different and all making this COMPLETELY DIFFERENT. Meaning different story line than Feather- but it's named Feather because of thier two kids, you'll see when you read this.
This came as an idea when I was cowriting another fanfic with my pal, Egoproxy and she asked me, "What if they had a son? Would that make a difference?"
Thusly, this fanfic was born.
Please note, this is an angst drama
Kinda rewrote this 'cause I agree with the annon reviewer, it sounds a lot like feather and that's the thing I don't want so thanks.
:)
This fanfic will have WTF moments and Ichiruki flash backs... There will be things readers will or will not like and I understand that 'cause life isn't fair and fate is a bitch that likes to fudge things up when things are going great.. Not everything will be cookies and cream where everything gets all patched up nice and neat.
This is the darker side of Ichiruki... In a nonsexual way.
All is quiet in the Kurosaki household as tensions grew deep. The only thing that could be heard were cars lazily driving past as crickets and mosquitoes all made thier presence known.
The children, Mamaro and Yuki, age 8 and 5, respectively, were all tucked in bed sound asleep by their loving mother, Rukia Kurosa- Rukia Kuchiki who stayed up past midnight, staring at the door. Her tiny slender hands tightly gripped onto a large orange envelope. The contents of the orange envelope was a deal breaker for her. It was the conformation for all her suspicions she had about Ichigo.
All the times he had a impromtu business trip?
The late night sake run with his male co-workers?
She bit her lip the moment Ichigo kissed her on the cheek and promised her he'd be back in three days- it's now five days and he had just called a few hours ago and within those few hours, he told her he missed her.
Pft.
Rukia wonders if she'll miss him like he misses her when she leaves him.
The orange envelop starts to slowly seep with salty droplets as Rukia quickly wipes them away. She won't let him see how weak she is, she denies him the chance to see the damage he inflicted. She wants to prove to him, she doesn't need him anymore, she "no longers loves hiim" anymore- Even if it pains her to imagine Ichigo with another woman, she has to move on.
Releasing a soft huff, the sound of the keys clinking against each other was heard as Rukia held her breath and waited for the inevitable.
"What the hell was that for Rukia!?"
"You tell me."
"How did you get these pictures?"
"It doesn't matter how I-"
"Look, Rukia let me ex-"
"How was she, Kurosaki?"
A door slowly creaks open as brown eyes peer through the thin strip between the door and the threshold. It was tiny Mamaro age 8 that heard everything. He knew something was wrong when he saw his mommy crying when ever she speaks to Ichigo on the phone.
Rubbing his eyes, Mamaro lets out a yawn and focuses in on-
"Nii chan..." a tiny voice meekly quiped through the tight creveses of a Chappy sticker infected door, "Why is mommy and daddy yelling at each other?"
"It's nothing." Mamoro quickly quiped, "Go back to sleep and-"
"Ow! Let go of my-"
CRASH!
Silence.
Mamaro's brown eyes hazed over as he flung his door wide open and ran down the dimly lit stairs, his little sister Yuki quickly grabbed her Chappie plushie following suit-Mamaro sharply stopped as his heart started to heavily thump.
His mommy was pale as she stared at Ichigo who hovered inches away from her with his fist in the drywall next to her head.
Heavily breathing as tears streamed down his mommy's red puffy cheeks, Mamaro felt the pained betrayal Rukia radiated- Mamaro was out for blood.
Rushing towards his mommy in distress, Mamaro wrapped his tiny arounds aroud Rukia, as he stares Ichigo down. "How could you do this to mommy?" Mamaro angrily once he balled his fists. Anger is an understatement for how Mamaro was feeling.
"You are a horrible daddy for-"
"NUUU!" Tiny Yuki finally spoke up as she stood before Ichigo, defending his "Honnor"
"Daddy didn't mean it!"
Innoncent tiny Yuki defending Ichigo?
"Don't be stupid Yuki! He was about to hurt mommy!"
"But daddy apologized afterwards!" Yuki quickly defended.
"Stiop being stupid Yuki. Dad and mommy fighting is different than me and you fighting."
"Nuuu!" Yuki quickly defended as her cheeks started to puff up and tears started to form. No one insults her daddy like that. "When you hit me when we fight, mommy always tells me to forgive you when you apologize to me. Daddy apologized so mommy should forgive him."
Mamaro looked at Yuki stupidly over the fact that Yuki compared Rukia's and Ichigo's fight to thier sibling fight. The glaring difference between the two was clear to Mamaro but Yuki?
Tiny innocent Yuki who loves her father more than anything?
Yuki thought different.
It was Rukia who was making a scene when Ichigo clearly apologized to Rukia. It was Rukia that wanted a fight. It was Rukia that wants to tear the family apart. It was Rukia who wants "sympathy"
It was Rukia Yuki was upset with.
It was Rukia's fault Ichigo punched the drywall..
"No!" Mamaro screamed. "He made mommy cry-"
"Mamaro, go pack your bags." The quiet sniffling voice commanded. "We're going-"
"No." Ichigo boldly spoke as he slightly pushes Yuki to the side once he walks towards the door. "We need to talk this-"
"There is nothing to talk about." Rukia voice cracks as she gathers herself together. "Mamaro and I are going and there is nothing you can-"
A rough calloused hand grabs Rukia by her wrist, pulling her into a rough kiss, Ichigo mumble against her lips, "Please, let me explain..."