Life of Simplicity (Bleach Fanfic)

Simply Thinking *Isshin*

To track a person, you need a way of finding them. Hitsugaya Toshiro's rieatsu was the kind that tended to stand out, no matter where he went. Isshin had always said things about his subordinates keeping their spiritual pressure under check, however, he knew very well that the child prodigy was still working on mastering it. While he happened to be able to control it for periods of time, it was exhausting, and thus wasn't something he could constantly do.

Of course, Isshin knew that he had this one factor to be thankful for, that he could follow after the small pint sized child, to try and figure out what the hell was bothering him. He had figured that it had something to do with the fact that he felt replaced, simply because Isshin had his own family now, by blood. He carefully opened the door, to find the leader of the viazards, having a chat with the boy.

"Toshiro…" the man watched as the boy startled, then swallowed, glancing at the floor. The boy obviously wanted to avoid him.

"Hello… taicho," the boy stated, not exactly sure how to address the man.

Shinji raised an eyebrow. "So… you are the kiddo's former taicho? Would you mind telling him, he isn't bad luck?"

"Taicho is the last person to ask that of, because he is one of the people my luck's affected," the small boy stated, fidgeting where he was.

"Now, Shiro-chan…" Isshin suddenly felt the temperature change in the room. "Ahh… Toshiro, you know that isn't true."

"Then tell me! Why is it that you just disappeared, and didn't come back, just like everyone else in my life!" the boy suddenly spluttered out.

"Shush," Shinji leaned on one hand. "Hiyori's sleeping. Though, if she were to wake up in a fit, I would like to see that. It would be great fun."

Isshin personally wasn't sure, if the man was being sarcastic, or serious, but simply for the time being, brushed it off. "Toshiro, come here."

"You aren't my taicho anymore, so you can't boss me around," the boy stated firmly, his stubbornness beginning to show through.

"So like Ran-chan, stubborn wise, isn't he?" the blond haired man suddenly piped up, only to have Isshin give him a dirty look.

"Toshiro, I am not going to put up with you acting like a child. Tell me what is on your mind. I won't judge you negatively about the whole matter, I promise," the former taicho of the third division thought he would try this method.

The child bit his lip, then stated out firmly. "What I want, is not a matter to be discussed, as it is not a need, and thus doesn't need to be fulfilled."

"That doesn't mean that I don't want to hear what you have to say," Kurosaki senior stated, only to have the boy freeze and say nothing. "I thought, before I left, that we had come a long way. The same applies then, as it does now."

"To be allowed to call you oto-san," Hitsugaya narrowed his eyes.

"Ahh… so you two had a close bond," Shinji began to scratch his head. "I think I've seen your taicho somewhere before."

"He's Kurosaki Ichigo's father," Toshiro grumbled.

This caused the viazards to perk up. "So… you feel like you are replaced? Wouldn't Ichigo make a great older brother, figuratively speaking?"

"Toshiro… you're still part of my family, even though you aren't blood related," Isshin glared at the other man. "In the Rukongai, it never mattered if people were blood related or not."

Both of the older males, watched as Toshiro made a kind of pouting look, and after a few seconds, his cheeks flushed. "It's complicated taicho. You want me to call you oto-san, but not in the way I would like to now call you oto-san, not that I would ever truly admit that is the way I want to call you oto-san."

Shinji's jaw suddenly dropped. "What the crap."

"It's called Toshiro logic. Care to explain Toshiro?" the former taicho of the tenth could only shake his head.

At that, Toshiro suddenly glanced at the ground. "I take back what I said, because it was simply said because of something Matsumoto has said to me, and I really don't think that."

"She didn't happen to tell you what she and Gin were talking about?" Shinji shook his head, almost as if he happened to know something that affected the whole matter, and what was going on.

"No…. Matsumoto said I was too young to understand, basically," the boy narrowed his eyes.

"What… do you know something that I need to be aware of?" Isshin suddenly found Shinji standing up, and tugging him out by the sleep.

"Oi… no fare," Toshiro narrowed his eyes at the man.

"As a friend, watch Hiyori for me and let me know if she wakes up," the blond haired viazards stated, closing the door on the small boy, as his mouth was agape.

"What exactly is it that you needed to tell me?" Isshin stated firmly.

"How much do you know about the man named Ichimaru Gin?" the man stated firmly.

"So much, that he was my former third seats best friend growing up. He saved her life, ever so long ago," Isshin shook his head. "I also know he's not dead. I don't think he ever was really on Aizen's side."

"He's a psychopath. Be careful asking Hitsugaya Toshiro calling you oto-san, in front of that man," the blond haired man's eyes narrowed. "He's dangerous."

"I know he is. Toshiro has called me oto-san in front of Gin before," Isshin stated. "Why is it such a big deal?"

"What you told me, doesn't make sense. I don't see Ichimaru not being possessive of that child," Shinji stated, tapping his foot, and glaring at the ground. "He was my third seat, before Aizen turned all of us."

"How well did you know him then?" Isshin stated.

"Apparently I missed a lot. Hitsugaya Toshiro is Ichimaru Gin's biological child. I knew about his birth back when I was a part of the gotei thirteen. However, Gin made everyone, including the child's mother, believe the baby died," the man stated firmly. "Knowing Gin, he would be possessive of the things he considers his."

"So… I take it Rangiku is also Toshiro's mother," the other man, found it his turn to glare at something, choosing the aim his sight on the ceiling.

"Yes… she is," Shinji stated.

"Don't you think that you are something else, theoretically, that Gin is possessive of?" the senior Kurosaki suddenly spoke up, rather catching Shinji off guard. However, they found themselves interrupted, as a bit of yelling, could be heard coming from the room.

This caused the vizard to roll his eyes. "She likes picking on him… why, I have yet to figure out."

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