Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Tales of a Broken Society ❯ Chapter 27

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

It was rather interesting how Isshin was still so worried about his child but never told him who or what he was. Watching the dark haired man watch Ichigo go out night after night and never tell him what he would need to know to survive against his enemies, Urahara couldn’t help but worry about the relationship between father and son.

Shaking his head, Urahara put his hat down onto the table before him, crossing his legs as he watched his friend make tea. It was a cozy situation if not for the fact that he was there to speak with Isshin about his secrets.

“You have to tell him,” the shop keeper stated, eyes glowing under the fringe of his hair. Isshin paused in his movements before he turned around to gaze at the blond. Putting the tea down, he raised an eyebrow at the other.

“Have to tell him what?” Isshin asked softly, eyeing his sometimes lover. Urahara snorted in reply, his gaze growing dark as the darker male turned back to making his tea.

“You have to tell him all the little secrets that you seem intent on hiding from him,” Urahara hissed as he stood up and stalked over to him. “You know why he hides this from you, why he doesn’t tell you. But what is your excuse? What holds you back, Isshin?”

Watching his lover finish making the tea, he waited to hear the excuse that would no doubt spill from sweet lips. But this time, Urahara wouldn’t let the man get away with him. Refusing to let Ichigo get hurt anymore, he would make Isshin tell his son his secrets or Urahara would till Ichigo himself. He would break his promises to Isshin and spill it all.

“I suppose I don’t have an excuse for keeping them quiet do I?” Isshin mused, surprising Urahara. “I keep putting it off and putting it off but…I need to tell him. I owe him that much. Especially after what happened after Masakis death and the thoughts that I had I do need to tell him.”

Smiling softly, Urahara nodded and moved to stand behind the other. Wrapping his arms around the other man, the blond sat his head onto one shoulder.

“Thank you,” he husked quietly.

“You’re welcome, love. We’ll tell him when he gets back,” Isshin promised, feeling Urahara smile against his shoulder. He knew he had said the right thing and made the right decision. He would just have to figure out how to tell Ichigo without ending up in a lot of pain at the end of it.

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Swallowing and shifting on his feet, Ichigo looked over at his lover and eyed his gigai. Ukitake was wearing a simple pair of jeans, a shirt and shoes, hair pulled back out of his face. Ichigo was feeling a bit sloppier next to his lover, standing in paint stained jeans and overly large shirt.

“Do we really need to tell my dad?” Ichigo asked, flashing puppy eyes at his lover, getting a sweet smile in return.

“Yes, we do. It’s only right to tell your father about us, especially with our newest information,” Ukitake replied, wrapping an arm around his lovers waist. “Come on. I can feel Urahara-san here and I’m curious as to why he’s here.”

“Hat and clogs is here?” the red head asked, before shaking his head and headed for the front door, intent on finding out why his teacher was there. Opening it, he waved his lover into the house as he started to remove his shoes. “I’m home!” he called, raising an eyebrow at the thud and cursing that followed.

“My son! You’re back so early!” Isshin greeted as he tried to tackle Ichigo. Instead of the smaller males fist or foot, he meet the wall as Ichigo was pulled out of the way.

“Isshin, you should know better then to attack someone,” a familiar voice chastised, making him look up from his spot of twitching on the floor.

“You know each other?” Ichigo asked, tilting his head to the side from his spot next to Ukitake. Isshin cleared his throat and stood up, waving a hand to the living room.

“How about we move to the living room? I have a few things to tell you and Ukitake is a part of that,” he said, watching Ichigo and Ukitake walk together to the couch. He raised an eyebrow at how attentive Ukitake was to Ichigo and the way his son was letting the other do it. He had a feeling that Ichigo had something to tell him to.

“So…talk,” Ichigo drawled as Urahara came into the living room with a tray of drinks. Isshin took the tea that he was handed before looking to his son who was taking a can of diet soda, and Ukitake, who was given a glass of iced tea.

“Well, let’s start with the less shocking,” the dark haired man replied, playing with his tea cup. “As you can probably guess, Kisuke and I are lovers,” he said, looking to his son who didn’t look that surprised.

“You don’t look very surprised,” Urahara said, stating the obvious and getting a snort, Ichigo shaking his head.

“Yeah, you’re a bit loud,” Ichigo drawled, eyeing the other with laughing eyes.

“Ahhh,” Urahara started before swallowing. “What about you?”

“I’ll tell you once dad here tells me what he needs to tell me. Such as why he knows Jyuushiro,” Ichigo responded with, turning his eyes to his father who put his cup down, knowing he couldn’t continue to dance around the subject.

“I know him because I trained under him,” Isshin finally said, leaning his head against the back of the chair. Ichigo just stared at him with a caught in the headlights look.

“You…you’re a Shinigami,” Ichigo said slowly, stating it more then actually asking the elder man.

“Yes. I left the Gotei 13 when I meet your mother. After she died though, I picked up my relationship with Kisuke,” Isshin sighed, rubbing his hands together. “I made Kisuke promise never to tell you, at least not until I was ready. Kisuke told me I needed to tell you today, no ifs, ands or buts.”

“I see,” Ichigo said, putting his own soda down onto the table. “I’m not saying I understand or anything but…I just need time to get used to the thought…”

“I understand. Now, is there something you want to tell me?” Isshin asked, lips quirking as he watched Ukitake take Ichigos hand into his own.

“Um,” Ichigo started, blushing lightly.

“We’ve been dating since he turned 16 and we’re expecting our first child,” Ukitake said, watching the chaos start before them.