Gloves, Stitches, and Kisses

ML Day 335: Dates and the Beach

Okay guys I am extremely sorry for this SUPER LATE update, but I just wanted to get something out there for you all. And these last few times I have tried to write this chapter..... it never felt right.

P.S. Sorry for any grammatical errors! I wrote this all in one go.

P.S.S. I ship Unohana X Kenpachi sooooo Hard!!!!!

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Anatsu with an obviously pregnant Dairin walked into their father's Gym, Anatsu in a tank top and baggy sweatpants, and Darin in a sundress with a floppy hat.

When they walked in they weren't greeted with the normal sounds of grunting and leather connecting with leather. The gym for the most part everyone there was crowded around the main ring in the middle of the building. Anatsu being Anatsu began to push her way through the crowd and Dairin just followed behind with her left hand placed over her growing belly.

"Ikkaku, why is everyone crowding the ring?" Dairin voiced as she took off her hat to use it to start fanning herself.

"Some random woman showed up today, and had your old man smiling. Like when your old man was still married to your mom smiling, and then she told him to pick up his gloves so they can fight. They have been at it for a solid hour, and neither look anything close to tired. They actually seem to be enjoying themselves." He nodded his head toward the ring, showing how right he was.

There father was fighting some woman that Dairin did not know, but who Anatsu felt like she had met before. He was actually smiling, and so focused on the fight, that it didn't even seem as though they realized they drew in a big crowd.

The woman had extremely long black hair, which she kept in a long braid down the front of her. Her body was clad in a pair of of white and blue marbled leggings, a loose white tanktop, and peeking from underneath that was a blue sports bra. On her feet were a pair of black training shoes.

They watched the woman gracefully dance around their Dad as if she has been doing it her whole life. Her punches and kicks, were as fluid and precise as a Gazelle leaping through the tall grass of the Savannahs. But the connection was as powerful as a Black Mamba striking it prey down with deadly venom.

Their dad was fighting as he normally did without care and packing as much power into every punch that he let fly. But the difference they both noticed in their dad, was that he was so focused on the fight. They could be standing right next to him and screaming in his ear, yet he would still not notice them.

"I'm going to sit down before I pass out. They look like they aren't going to stop anytime soon, besides I am literally beyond uncomfortably hot." Dairin began to turn around to sit on the nearest bench, but as she was turning Anatsu handed her the ice-cold water bottle in she brought with them.

Anatsu continued to watch the fight, studying the moves of the woman cornering her Dad. Her fighting style reminded her of an MMA fighter her Dad used to admire. Yachiru was actually named after the infamous fighter, much to the displeasure of their Mom.

Finally the match came to an end after another 20 minutes of fighting, to which the twins knew their father was going to be sporting quite a few bruises...and a busted lip.

The woman had walked down the stairs from the ring, and the twins were already waiting for her.

"Hello my name is Dairin, and this is my twin sister Anatsu, we were just wanting to introduce ourselves to you." Dairin smiled as she held out her hand for the woman to shake.