After returning from a very exciting dinner with Ukitake and company, they returned to Rukia's apartment and almost everyone feel asleep… except for Takeshi.
After finding out exactly what he wanted to learn that night at dinner, he had been waiting for everyone to sleep so that he could use the computer in his mother's study room. Of course he had to wait for a long time… and just like his dad, he's not very patient.
By 2:38 am, Takeshi could hear everyone snoring in the rooms that they were borrowing from Rukia. He had to be careful no to wake up anyone because he was sleeping in the same bed with his sister and mother, while his father was sleeping on the couch next to his mom's bed. And in the living room, his grandfather was sharing the floor with Renji-san, Ikkaku-san and Chad-san since they are the biggest. The others were using his room along with his sister's and the guestroom.
He was lucky that Mai had a habit of wanting to sleep in the middle of the bed. Takeshi was able to slip out easily. But the hardest part was from here on. He had to open the door and not wake the others. Takeshi tip-toed to the door and looked behind him.
Still asleep.
Good.
Takeshi gently wrapped his fingers around the doorknob and quietly turned it around.
With one more glance behind him Takeshi shut his eyes tightly as he opened the door. Thank Kami-san that it was a new apartment because the door didn't make any creaking noise.
FINALLY! Takeshi thought to himself as he stepped out of the room. Now he had to walk across the hall to the study room. This was much easier. He walked passed his room and his sister's room. As soon as he saw the study room's door, he looked around one last time before turning the doorknob.
Once inside, Takeshi shut the door and quickly walked to his mother's computer. He knew that she had one password: 0412. He didn't know what that number meant but he knew that his mother uses it for everything. Pretty stupid… but oh! how so convenient at a time like this!
The computer turned on and it lighted the dark room. But since the door was closed, nobody would notice. He moved the mouse and double clicked on the internet icon. He went onto a search site and typed in "Tokyo address book" and clicked on the best website. On the search section Takeshi typed in "Kurosaki Ichigo."
"This is easier than I thought," Takeshi whispered to himself.
"What it?"
Takeshi gasped as he sat up. Standing by the door was… Karin.
Karin crossed her arms and stared at her nephew. "What are you talking about Takeshi?"
Takeshi could feel his palms getting wet. "Um—that is—I was just—"
Knowing that nothing much can come from him, Karin walked over to the computer and looked on the screen. In front of her was a page displayed "Kurosaki Ichigo. Address—"
"Ichi-nii…?" Karin looked at Takeshi. "How did you find out about this?"
Takeshi looked at his feet. "I heard otousan talking with Unohana-san this evening and apparently he works at her hospital."
Karin didn't know what to say. She looked at her nephew for a moment and turned her attention back at the screen. "Takeshi. Give me a piece of paper and pen."
"Why?" he asked as he handed his aunt the stuff she asked for.
"Because—" Karin said as she wrote down the address of the only Kurosaki Ichigo in Tokyo, "You and I are going to go visit his little home later this morning."
Takeshi's eyes widen with disbelief. "Seriously? Can we?"
"Of course. Leave it to me."
"Let's go shopping!"
Takeshi couldn't believe his luck. His Karin-obasan was able to persuade Matsumoto into taking the girls shopping, while getting her father to agree to take the men with them. But Takeshi noticed that his father left early in the morning, only telling Rukia that he was going to get the van "checked" before heading home tomorrow morning.
"Rukia-nee," Karin looked at Rukia, "Takeshi and I have NO intention in shopping. And I promised to show him the best library here in Tokyo."
"But—"
"PLEASE Okasan!" Takeshi begged as he wore the same pouted look that his sister uses all the time against everyone.
Rukia didn't know how to respond to this face. "Eto… ano… ok."
"Yatta!" Takeshi cheered as he grabbed Karin's arm, "We'll be home by dinner!" And the two disappeared.
"Ne, obasan… Do you know how to get around in Tokyo?" Takeshi asked Karin as the two walked to a bus stop.
"Not really. But I already checked online on how to get to Ichi-nii's house. So there's not going to be any problems if we just follow the directions," Karin responded.
Once the number 12 bus arrived, Takeshi and Karin got on and rode it for several minutes. Takeshi wasn't into the city life so Tokyo never interested him before. But today was different. Today, in Tokyo, he was going to find out the truth about his father's disappearance.
"Com'on Takeshi," Karin grabbed his wrist, "We get off here."
Takeshi nodded and followed his aunt. His house isn't too far from mom's apartment, he thought.
But Ichigo's Tokyo home was much different looking. How should he phrase it… compared to Rukia's apartment, Ichigo's apartment building was… titanic.
"Wow," Takeshi breathed out.
Karin nodded in agreement. Just what has Ichigo been up to be able to own such a place?
"Let's go in."
"Ah."
But before they walked into the door, Karin noticed a very familiar silhouette coming out. Actually, it was a very familiar hair that caught her attention.
"Get over here!" Karin grabbed Takeshi's wrist and ran into the bushes.
"Nani—" Takeshi stopped his question as he saw his father stepping out from behind the sliding door.
"Damn it," Ichigo cursed to himself, "I can't believe I forgot this. Sensei is going to kill me."
Takeshi was still as a statue, afraid that his father might see him. He let out a sigh of relief as he saw his father get in the van (get something checked my ass! he thought) and drive off.
"Looks like we're in the right place after all," Karin whispered.
The aunt-nephew walked into the building. It was hard trying NOT to look suspicious in front of the doorman and other people working in the front desk. Seriously, this place was more like a 5-star hotel.
"Number 605… on the top floor. Looks like he has the biggest apartment."
"On the internet it said that he has two floors," Takeshi replied back.
The two went into the elevator and had to wait a looong time to reach the top. By the time they finally arrived, Takeshi could hear his heart beating really fast. The moment of truth was finally here.
"Let's go."
600…601…602…603…604…
"605. We're finally here… shit."
"What's wrong obasan?" Takeshi asked.
Karin pointed at the device on the doorknob. "We don't know the password to his apartment."
"Shit," Takeshi agreed.
The two sat in front of the door, thinking about all the possible numbers that Ichigo could use as his password. They tried his birthday, Takeshi's, Karin and Yuzu's (definitely not Isshin's), the day he graduated, the day of Masaki's death… but nothing seemed to work.
"Aa, mo-" Karin scratched her head, "I can't think of anything anymore. We reached a dead end."
Takeshi sighed and leaned against the door. He had to get through. This was the only thing left that was preventing him from finding out about his father, and there is no way he'd give up now. If only Ichigo had one kind of password like Rukia, and if he knew of it—
"Joto," Takeshi rose from his spot and knelt in front of the doorknob. "Maybe… just maybe—"
"What is it?" Karin asked. But Takeshi ignored his aunt as he pressed the four numbers that he was so used to: 0412.
BEEP BEEP!
The red light on the doorknob turned green.
"We're in!" Takeshi exclaimed.
"How did you know the password?" Karin asked.
Takeshi shrugged his shoulder as he stood up and grasp the knob. "It's the same as okasan's."
"Wha—" Karin wanted to ask more but Takeshi already turned the doorknob and opened it.
"Hello?"
"Kurosaki-kun?"
Shit. "Hai, Unohana-sensei," Ichigo answered.
"You are bringing Nakatsu-san's charts am I right?" Unohana asked.
Ichigo looked at the folder on the passenger seat. "Hai. I have it with me."
"And what about Sakai-san, Yuichi-kun, and Hiroshi-san's 'past medical history' charts?"
"SHIT!" Ichigo yelled through the phone before he could stop himself. "Just give me a few more minutes and I'll go get them."
"Do hurry. I don't want my patients to die because of your mistake," Unohana said. Ichigo could picture her smiling through the phone but with a deathly glare that if he was next to her, he knew he'd be pissing his pants right about now.
Ichigo hanged up his cell phone and turned the car around.
The apartment was amazing. As soon as they stepped in both Takeshi and Karin felt their jaws touch the floor. The living room was amazingly huge and it had a tall roof that the living room could be looked down at from the second floor. The kitchen was full of stainless furniture and could be filled with several chefs and their assistants. They would later discover that the apartment had six bedrooms and a large study room that had a corner stacked with… medical books?
"What is all this?" Takeshi asked as he scanned the books on Ichigo's wall.
Karin picked out a book and scanned through it. "They all look like medical books. Look, these are patient charts from… the TOKYO CENTRAL HOSPITAL?"
Takeshi rushed over to where Karin was standing by Ichigo's desk. And as she said, there were paper after paper of patients from the hospital that Unohana-san worked in.
"These are Ichi-nii's handwriting," Karin examined the papers, "There is not doubt about it. Ichi-nii has been working here all this time—"
"Whose there?"
Takeshi and Karin turned around and saw Ichigo staring at them with a shock expression. "WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING HERE?"
A/N: OMG! What's going to happen? Stay tune to find out! lol
Next chapter is pretty long so I have it seperated into three chapters. Y'all like it!
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