She was a local artist who owned her own gallery in Karakura Town, and was now getting ready to open up another gallery in Tokyo within the next few months. Rukia was so excited about opening a new gallery that she had decided to create some new masterpieces. But now she was having a tough time thinking of something new.
"Argh," Rukia grunted as she shut her sketchbook. She looked at her watch and read four o'clock in the afternoon. It's been almost two hours since she sent her kids back home to grab some extra art supplies. They lived only a few minutes away but the kids were taking too long to return. I wonder if something is wrong, she thought.
Rukia, starting to feel a bit worried, started to shove her sketchbook and the rest of her art supplies into her bag as she quickly got up and started to walk home.
Those brats better be alright, she thought to herself. While leaving of the park Rukia noticed two people walking towards her.
"Kuchiki-san!" A brown-haired, bubbly woman waved her arm.
"Inoue. Arisawa. What are you guys doing here?" Rukia asked as she stopped in front of her old friends and Inoue Orihime hugged her.
"We just thought we come by and chill at the park," Arisawa Tatsuki replied, "Orihime and I are planning on going out for dinner later. Wanna join?"
Rukia shook her head as Orihime released her hold. "Sorry. Yuzu's been experimenting with a new recipe and she wants us to try it. And besides, Kurosaki-san just took the kids out for dinner last night, so I think they would want their aunt's dinner tonight."
Tatsuki shrugged her shoulders. "Oh well, can't blame me for trying."
Orihime smiled at her best friend then turned around to look at Rukia. "So what are you doing now? It seems like you were coming out of the park."
"Yeah, I was trying to draw some new pieces," Rukia showed her friends her bag full of art supplies, "But nothing was coming into mind. And the kids still haven't returned when I asked them to grab something for me from the house."
"Ha!" Tatsuki snorted, "Man, that Takeshi is becoming more and more like his dad: always causing trouble."
Rukia let out a sigh as she rubbed her index finger against her temple. "Please don't remind me. I was hoping Takeshi wouldn't turn out like his father since he's not around, but I guess you really cannot deny blood."
"Hehe," Orihime giggled, "I think it's cute how Takeshi-kun can create the same scowl like Kurosaki-kun whenever he's mad."
The three girls thought about this fact and started to laugh loudly. It was true, Kurosaki Takeshi was becoming more and more like his father everyday. And here Rukia thought that one Ichigo would be enough, but she just had to give birth to his replica.
"Anyways, I should be heading back now," Rukia started to walk away. "I'll invite you guys to dinner next time."
"Sounds good to me!" Tatsuki shouted out to Rukia who was waving goodbye.
"Ne, Tatsuki-chan."
"Hm?"
"I wonder how Kurosaki-kun is doing," Orihime asked as soon as Rukia disappeared, "It's been almost seven years now. Wouldn't he miss his family?"
Tatsuki patted her friend's head. "I'm sure he does, so don't worry! I bet he'll be back before you know it. Com'on! Let's go grab something to eat."
Orihime smiled brightly as her friend reassured her.
"Ne, Tatsuki-chan."
"Hm?"
"Lets go to a buffet. I want you try this new recipe I thought of: fried eel with red bean sauce and scrambled eggs with chili sauce and—"
Tatsuki faced the other way in order to hide her disgust. Maybe I should've gone with Rukia; she's lucky to have escaped this.
But as luck would have it, Rukia was not in for a lucky day as her friend thought.
She was now walking a lot faster, suddenly feeling a bit insecure with every second passing by.
Ever since Ichigo left, she never liked the idea of her kids being away from her for too long. So whenever Rukia had to go somewhere because of her job, she would rely on Ichigo's family: his twin sisters and her children's obasans Yuzu and Karin (who were now around twenty), and his father Isshin (although he would always be her last resort).
Finally, she saw the top of her house. As she got closer she could read the sign that was hanging on the wall. It read: Kurosaki Clinic.
Rukia ran to the front door and quickly walked inside.
"Takeshi? Mai?" She called out.
"Mama!" Rukia saw her orange-haired daughter run up to her. As soon as her shoes were off, Rukia hugged her daughter and planted a kiss on top of her head.
"Okasan?"
Rukia looked up and saw her raven-haired son appear behind his sister. "Takeshi. What have you been doing for the past two hours? I thought I told you to grab some stuff for me and come back quickly. I was worried about you two."
"Go-gomen," Takeshi looked down at his feet, "But you see—"
"Rukia?"
The said woman gasped upon hearing a familiar voice calling out her name. She knew that voice; a voice that she hasn't heard for almost seven years.
Rukia looked up and saw a man with orange hair walking towards her.
"Ichigo?"
He looked at the petite woman and gave her his signature grin. "Tadaima, Rukia."
Yup. Today just seems like a bad day.
For those of you who don't know what some words mean:
Gomen-sorry
Otousan-father
Okasan-mother
Obasan-aunt
Tadamia-I'm Back
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