Being with You

VIII

Heheheh Ichigo's dad is scheming again :D what does he have in store for them this time? XO Enjoy this other short chapter
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"ICHIGOOOOOOOOO,"

"Hey dad," Ichigo smirked as we entered the Kurosaki house. His father tried for the millionth time to kick him down the stairs but Ichigo anticipated that and dodged his greeting.

"So, Ichigo, what brings you back? And with Rukia-chan too?" His father asked, eagerly. I looked up at Ichigo, expecting him to brush off the question but he grinned and wrapped his arm around me, pulling me to his side.

"Dad, Rukia and I are together now, so she doesn't have to sleep in my closet anymore. Treat her as a real guest," he smiled. I felt my cheeks flush and tried to cover them with my hands. I felt Ichigo pat my head a few times and hug me tighter.

"Ahhhh!!!! This is wonderful! Ichigo has finally found someone to care for! Masaki will be so proud!" I heard Ichigo's father cry with excitement and run to the poster of his late wife caressing it with tears flowing from his eyes...

"Alright, I guess you two will have to share a room!" Ichigo's father clapped his hands together and ushered us into Ichigo's room, which I was too familiar with.

After his father left, I dropped my bag on the floor and looked around.

"I think I'll sleep in the closet," I said to Ichigo as he came in behind me. I saw a smile spread across his face,

"You don't have to, you know that right?" He replied. I nodded but I really did like sleeping in there. It was cozy and warm yet I could still be near Ichigo without blushing openly at every word he said.

"I just like it in there," I shrugged.

"Well, you can always sleep on my bed if you want," he said, calmly. I turned around, eyes wide.

"Where will you sleep if I take your bed?" I asked. He laughed and sat down on his bed.

"I'm going to stay there. It's just going to be a bit squishier," he smiled.

I rolled my eyes and sat down next to him. Surprisingly, rolling my eyes prevented the blushing. Perhaps I should do that more often...

I slept in the closet of course. All the way until morning when Ichigo woke me up.

"Morning," he smiled. I rubbed my eyes and took his hand as he reached out to me.

We walked downstairs to find Yuzu cooking breakfast. Karin and their father sat at the table, cheerily awaiting us. When they saw us at the stairway, Ichigo's father jumped up and locked his arm around Ichigo's neck.

"So??? How was last night? Did you two sleep well?" He smiled, winking at Ichigo. I didn't quit understand but from Ichigo's reaction, it was something unpleasant. I sat down at the table and greeted Karin.

"Don't listen to my dad, he's just a crazy old man," Karin said and continued reading her magazine.

I smiled a bit and watched as this loud family went about their morning. The warm and fuzzy feeling came to me again, and wrapped around me like a blanket. It made me feel truly apart of their family.

"Oi, Ichigo! Look what I have!" Ichigo's dad exclaimed and put two tickets on the table. Ichigo and I looked down and saw that they were tickets to a mountain top hot spring hotel.

"Dad?! What are these?!" Ichigo shouted, waving the tickets in his hand.

"The hot springs hotel! It will be great for you and Rukia to go together for some...bonding," he beamed.

Ichigo and I exchanged suspicious looks. But maybe it wouldn't be that bad to go and relax?