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ajremixTitle: The Next Best Thing
Fandom: Bleach RP![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mercy_street_rp
Rating: PG
Word Count: 609
Characters: Ikkaku, Yachiru
Summary: Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay in the future. The worst thing about Father’s Day.
It was stupid. Really stupid. One of the stupider things he’s been thinking of for a while now. But it’s not like he can help it.
Ikkaku polishes one of the tables with more force than necessary and he can feel it jostle a little under his hand. He makes a mental note to set aside money to replace it. All the tables are already cleaned and the floor swept, but he’s going over it all a second time. With this mood he has going on now, it would only cause problems throughout the night. He hopes, wasting energy on doing a second sweep, he’ll be in a less volatile mood.
But it’s not like he can help it. Entirely. It’s just… it still hurts sometimes. He knows it shouldn’t- he knows it can’t but it still does, even after all these years. Even if Tetsu and Ran are careful that he’s not around, he still knows and it still hurts.
Because, even if he willing gave the claim of fatherhood up to Tetsu- because he deserves it, a helluva lot more than Ikkaku does –watching the little girl (his little girl, even though he knows he shouldn’t be thinking about it that way) clamor all over Tetsu, making a big deal out of Father’s Day-
It just… It hurts.
Because that’s still his little girl and he loves her and he worries about her and he tries to watch out for her every moment that he can. But it’s Tetsu that gets all the Father’s Day hugs and smiles and cards and goddammit, Ikkaku knows he deserves it but it still hurts.
He’s only ever gotten one Father’s Day card. The first year she was born, Ran had picked out some cards and on the blank side of the card she had pressed the newborn’s little hands in light purple paint. Maybe it’s a little cheesy, but every Father’s Day, Ikkaku can’t help but pull that card out and study the little hand prints. He remembers what it was like, having her tiny hand grasping at his pinky. He measures the size of her hands as the years past, thinking about how much she’s grown.
It leaves him feeling a little hollow inside, though. He knows he shouldn’t, but he does. He tries not to show it- not to Retsu-nee or Boss, not to Tetsu or Ran, definitely never to the girl herself.
Little arms wrap around his waist and Ikkaku looks down. A girl’s face beams back up at him. Not the one that’s been dominating the day- every year this day –and maybe it’s best that it wasn’t.
“Hey, Baldy.” Yachiru says brightly.
“Hey, Brat.” He tells her.
“Got ya somethin’!” She holds up a card for him and Ikkaku can’t help a twisting little smile working over his features. A Father’s Day card, except that ‘father’ was scribbled out and ‘older brother’ written crudely over it.
On the blank side, a messy little picture of him and her and Yachiru and Boss and Retsu-nee and Nemu and Renji and Tetsu and Ran is drawn in with the same crude hand that had written across the front. His lips twitch at the sight and the hollow ache softens a little.
He looks down at Yachiru again, looking up with her wide, wide grin. “Che.” Ikkaku ruffles her hair. “Dork.”
She dances out from under his hand. “Says you!” She tells him, sticking her tongue out. “I wanna help out tonight!”
Ikkaku is about to say that it’s a school night but… he wouldn’t mind the company. “Fine. But you’ve still got a bedtime.”
“Jerk.”
“Says you.”
Fandom: Bleach RP
mercy_street_rpRating: PG
Word Count: 609
Characters: Ikkaku, Yachiru
Summary: Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay in the future. The worst thing about Father’s Day.
It was stupid. Really stupid. One of the stupider things he’s been thinking of for a while now. But it’s not like he can help it.
Ikkaku polishes one of the tables with more force than necessary and he can feel it jostle a little under his hand. He makes a mental note to set aside money to replace it. All the tables are already cleaned and the floor swept, but he’s going over it all a second time. With this mood he has going on now, it would only cause problems throughout the night. He hopes, wasting energy on doing a second sweep, he’ll be in a less volatile mood.
But it’s not like he can help it. Entirely. It’s just… it still hurts sometimes. He knows it shouldn’t- he knows it can’t but it still does, even after all these years. Even if Tetsu and Ran are careful that he’s not around, he still knows and it still hurts.
Because, even if he willing gave the claim of fatherhood up to Tetsu- because he deserves it, a helluva lot more than Ikkaku does –watching the little girl (his little girl, even though he knows he shouldn’t be thinking about it that way) clamor all over Tetsu, making a big deal out of Father’s Day-
It just… It hurts.
Because that’s still his little girl and he loves her and he worries about her and he tries to watch out for her every moment that he can. But it’s Tetsu that gets all the Father’s Day hugs and smiles and cards and goddammit, Ikkaku knows he deserves it but it still hurts.
He’s only ever gotten one Father’s Day card. The first year she was born, Ran had picked out some cards and on the blank side of the card she had pressed the newborn’s little hands in light purple paint. Maybe it’s a little cheesy, but every Father’s Day, Ikkaku can’t help but pull that card out and study the little hand prints. He remembers what it was like, having her tiny hand grasping at his pinky. He measures the size of her hands as the years past, thinking about how much she’s grown.
It leaves him feeling a little hollow inside, though. He knows he shouldn’t, but he does. He tries not to show it- not to Retsu-nee or Boss, not to Tetsu or Ran, definitely never to the girl herself.
Little arms wrap around his waist and Ikkaku looks down. A girl’s face beams back up at him. Not the one that’s been dominating the day- every year this day –and maybe it’s best that it wasn’t.
“Hey, Baldy.” Yachiru says brightly.
“Hey, Brat.” He tells her.
“Got ya somethin’!” She holds up a card for him and Ikkaku can’t help a twisting little smile working over his features. A Father’s Day card, except that ‘father’ was scribbled out and ‘older brother’ written crudely over it.
On the blank side, a messy little picture of him and her and Yachiru and Boss and Retsu-nee and Nemu and Renji and Tetsu and Ran is drawn in with the same crude hand that had written across the front. His lips twitch at the sight and the hollow ache softens a little.
He looks down at Yachiru again, looking up with her wide, wide grin. “Che.” Ikkaku ruffles her hair. “Dork.”
She dances out from under his hand. “Says you!” She tells him, sticking her tongue out. “I wanna help out tonight!”
Ikkaku is about to say that it’s a school night but… he wouldn’t mind the company. “Fine. But you’ve still got a bedtime.”
“Jerk.”
“Says you.”
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Date: 2006-06-19 04:20 am (UTC)Lovely job!
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Date: 2006-06-19 10:02 am (UTC)