It was around 5pm in the evening when they finally arrived at Tokyo. Ichigo and the others parked in front of a huge, white building that was still being constructed in some parts inside the shop.
One by one everyone stepped out of the car and stretched their tired muscles.
"Man, about time we got here," Takeshi yawned.
"Ukitake-san!" Rukia called out to the man walking towards everyone.
"Kuchiki! Good to see you again!" He exclaimed, "I didn't know you were bringing with you an entire party." Rukia went around introducing everyone.
"And finally, this is the father of Takeshi and Mai, you know, the one I told you about?" Rukia said.
Ukitake turned to Ichigo who shook his hand. But the orange hair suddenly caught his attention. He studied Ichigo's face when he realized who he was. "Aren't you—"
"My name is Kurosaki Ichigo," Ichigo quickly interrupted with a weird smile, "Please to meet you for the first time."
Ukitake stared at him for a moment and gave Ichigo a reassuring smile. "Nice to meet you. I always wondered who the father of these kids was.
"Now, Rukia! Come with me. I need to go over some final plans with you before we finish up the gallery and start putting up some arts."
Everyone followed Ukitake who was explaining which paintings would hang on which wall, etc. They were all "wow-ing" and "aw-ing" at the large building and Rukia's paintings. After about an hour of going over the final details Ukitake decided to take everyone to dinner.
Rukia and others got back to their cars. "We're going to my apartment and get ready there," she informed everyone, "Apparently Ukitake-san wants to go to a fancy restaurant… and yes, Matsumoto, you were right about making us bring some nice clothes."
Matsumoto was wearing a victorious look on her face. Being the classy kind of person that she is, she forced everyone to bring some nice attire in case they decided to go somewhere fancy for dinner.
"Wait a sec," Ichigo interrupted, "You have an apartment here?"
Rukia nodded. "Ukitake-san was able to get me one, saying it was important to have one since I'm going to be coming here quite often. But I haven't spent too much there though."
Everyone got into their vans, but Ichigo still felt insecure about something. And this didn't go unnoticed to his little, black hair replica. Takeshi remembered how his father had been acting weird all day. Not to mentioned how Ukitake-san seemed to know him. Takeshi wanted to go to a library and see if his father used to reside in Tokyo, but he couldn't get away as his mother took everyone back to their apartment.
The apartment was huge. Literally. It should be called a condo… if only there was a second floor. But still, the place had four bedrooms, two and half bathrooms, a large family room, and an amazing kitchen (which Yuzu and Orihime liked the most). Takeshi and Mai's room still haven't been fully furnished since they weren't moving in permanently. If anything, they would only visit this place with their mother and spend at least one night before going back to Karakura. So everyone else took their rooms and the spare guest room, to change and get ready for dinner.
Ichigo went into Rukia's room with Takeshi and Mai. Once Ichigo closed the door, Rukia dropped their bags on top of her bed.
"Takeshi. Go take a bath with your father," she called out to her son.
"Why are you making us take a bath?" Ichigo glared at her.
Rukia glared back. "Because I don't want you or Takeshi smelling like sweat when we go to the restaurant."
With a "hmph" from both father and son, they entered Rukia's master bathroom. They went inside the tub that was now filled with warm water.
"Ahhhh… this feels good," Ichigo sighed as he let his muscles relax in the water, "Takeshi, come here. I wash your back."
Takeshi nodded and got closer to his father.
Ichigo grabbed a body-scrubber and started to scrub his son's arms.
Takeshi looked at his father. "Ne, otousan?"
"Hmm?"
"Have you ever resided here in Tokyo during the time you were gone?"
Ichigo blinked and looked at his son with a shock. "What do you mean?"
Takeshi shrugged his shoulders. "I just want to know. You seem quite familiar with the place, that's all."
Ichigo stared at his son as he also stared back. Suddenly, Ichigo splashed water at his son.
"What the heck?" Takeshi yelled.
"I thought I told you not to think about that," Ichigo chuckled, "Just relax."
Ichigo kept splashing water at his son. Takeshi, getting annoyed, decided to retaliate. He splashed water back at his father.
"AH!" Ichigo yelled as water got into his eyes.
The two kept splashing water at each other screaming and laughing loudly. They didn't notice the huge mess that they were causing.
"ENOUGH!"
Ichigo and Takeshi stopped and looked up. By the open door, Rukia was glaring at them with hands resting on her hips. That was when they noticed the damage that they've caused in the bathroom. They were in for some deep shit now.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" Rukia yelled. She grabbed a bucket and whacked at both father and son on the head. "GET OUT NOW!"
"Ow," Takeshi muttered as he rubbed his sore head. Muttering curses he grabbed the towel his mother handed him and wiped himself up before he got his boxers on and left.
When Takeshi was gone Rukia returned her glare at Ichigo who was still in the tub. "Why aren't you moving?"
Ichigo glared back at her. Then, he smirked. "Fine. You asked for it."
"What—" Rukia was confused when she suddenly realized what he meant.
Ichigo stood up and walked up to her… completely naked.
"Ichigo! What do you think you're—" Rukia's voice got cut off again when Ichigo grabbed her and closed the bathroom door. Before she knew it, Ichigo had her pinned against the door, caged between his arms where his palms were leaning against the door.
"I'm just following orders," he whispered in front of her.
Rukia was turning red and was trying really hard not to look down.
Ichigo noticed her resistance. "You can look down if you want. I'm sure you want to see it too. I know it wanted to," he smirked evilly at her.
"Shut up!" Rukia yelled. She whacked Ichigo on the head again with the bucket that she was still holding.
"God damn it!" Ichigo shouted. He pulled away from Rukia who left the bathroom.
Ichigo walked over to the tub, grabbed the bucket that Rukia used earlier to hit him with, and pour some cold water over him. Once satisfied, he grabbed his towel, wiped himself off, wrapped it around his waist, and walked out.
By the time the moon was fully out, everyone was ready. Ichigo followed the directions that Ukitake-san gave him to the restaurant. It wasn't too far away from the apartment so they all arrived on time. The restaurant is in fact, located in a five-star hotel so it stood out.
"This way, please," a waitress guided them to the table that had already been reserved for them in an exclusive room. It was located on the highest floor of this twenty storey hotel. It was a long wait to reach and everyone was getting impatient.
"This is bullshit," Ikkaku murmured, "Why couldn't the restaurant be located in a lower level. I'm starving."
The waitress that was guiding everyone was giving off a nervous smile.
Yumichika flipped his hair. "Such an ugly person as yourself cannot understand true beauty. This restaurant must give delicious and beautiful food and at the same time provides an elegance view of this city."
"Hmph," Ikkaku snorted as he crossed his arms across his chest.
Ding!
"Finally!" Matsumoto cried out.
Everyone walked out of the elevator and the waitress took them to the end of the hallway and opened a room with double-doors.
"Welcome!"
Everyone looked over and saw Ukitake-san standing by the large windows with three other people.
"Allow me to introduce my friends," he started, "This is my friend Kyouraku Shinsui and his fiancé Nanao, who is the manger of this hotel. And this is my wife, Unohana, a doctor at the hospital a few blocks away."
Everyone greeted one another. Ichigo tried to stand "in" his group of friends by standing in the middle but his hair screamed his name out.
And it was noticed by Unohana.
"You're—"
"That's the father of Takeshi and Mai," Ukitake interrupted his wife, "His name is Kurosaki Ichigo."
Being the intelligent woman that she is, Unohana caught on to what was happening. She turned around and smiled at Ichigo as she stuck her hand out. "Hello, Kurosaki-kun."
Ichigo, first hesitating, grabbed her hand and shook it. "Hello." He noticed the tight squeeze from Unohana's handshake. He knew what to expect.
A/N: Next chapter will have it all!
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