Disclaimer: I don’t own bleach in any way or form. The ONLY thing I own is the Shiba characters.
“Normal talking.”
‘Thoughts.’
#50 years later#
Chirping noises resounded through the morning breeze, the cool wind rustled the trees along with the chimes that just so happened to be hung on the hallway. The noise made its way to ears of a curled up figure in a futon, groaning lightly and cuddling further into the covers as his dreamless sleep was disrupted. The noise happened again, this time added by a set of footsteps as they made way towards the shoji doors of the slumbering person.
The doors were sprung open with force enough to make a loud clang but even that didn’t wake the curled up figure.
“Wake up Ichi-ni, stop being lazy! Chichue is calling so hurry up, c’mon!”
A tuff of orange hair pocked out of the covers as amber eyes were barely visible, still glazed thanks to the sleep induced state he was in mere seconds ago.
“Five more minutes.”
The other which had gone with the purpose of waking up the orange head pouted, arms crossed over his chest in evident disagreement.
“Do you want me to call Haruka-ne?”
This made Ichigo react, jumping out of the warm confinements of the futon and rushing into the closet to get changed. Being wide awake even though it was relatively early he yelled from the other room, hassled in changing clothing but sure that his alarm clock would hear him.
“What does Chichue want at 6 in the morning?”
The smaller boy only shifted in his place, thoughtful with a finger resting on his chin in a very pensive way trying to find an answer. He shrugged to himself once he couldn’t find one and seeing as the orange head could not hear a shrug he decided to voice out his thoughts
“He didn’t say.”
Having already finished changing, the oldest of the Shiba siblings came out to join the youngest, wearing a simple forest green kimono with a black haori on top since it was pretty chilly for being beginnings of January. Ichigo ruffled the black locks of the boy, earning himself an annoyed glare even if his hand wasn’t pushed away.
“Let’s go Wataru-chan, wouldn’t want Haru to get mad because we’re late now would we?”
Seeing the boy –which now looked like a 13 year old- nod, he began to walk down the halls of the Shiba manor towards the dining room, knowing full well that early family meetings would always be held with breakfast before the Shiba head would have to go to his captain duties.
Once they arrived to the dining room the playful smile that was on Wataru’s face disappeared, being replaced by a frown thanks to the man that just so happened to be sitting next to his father. The youngest of the Shibas glanced up to look at his elder brother, seeing an unreadable expression etched onto his face that just made him shudder thinking how fake the orange head besides him now seemed to be.
He winced when he noticed the sharp glare that the intruder sent his way and proceeded to enter the room as quietly as possible and sit next to his sister which just so happened to be scowling rather fiercely.
Wataru glance at his father once more to see a very fake smile on his face as he tried to be a good host for a man he clearly disliked and he couldn’t agree more. The man looked old and had gray hair that reached a little bit over mid-back, his piercing black eyes bore holes into his very being and he couldn’t help but quiver under the gaze. He would be eternally grateful that his dear brother went to the rescue, interrupting the stare with a polite greeting.
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