The New Generation of Kurosaki

Chapter 1: Continuation

(Rukia POV)

"Ichigo! I want food!"

My craving for odd foods was only beginning, my choices were becoming more exotic as time wore on.

"Why can't you get your own food like normal people?" He wined, but readied himself to leave the house.

"because you're my boyfriend." I smiled as I continued to read the manga in my hands.

"That's exactly it. Are you confusing the words boyfriend and slave by any chance because I will gladly run down to the store and buy you a dictionary." His voice bounced off the walls of the hallway outside the bedroom. He was already at the front door; I won.

His groan was very audible from downstairs as the front door slammed shut.

And why didn't I want to go out with Ichigo before? It's so much more convenient. Ichigo and I had been going out for over two years now—my brother hadn't the slightest idea. Personally, I would like my boyfriend in one piece as long as possible and I think Ichigo would agree.

I could hear Ichigo's yellow c5 Corvette roar to life. His paycheck had been good to us recently. Ichigo was good at what he did and certain people took notice. Those people of course were the higher ups of soul society. I was already getting a decent amount of money to look after Karakura Town, but Ichigo went beyond that: there hadn't been an accident, nor an eaten soul, in the past year. In return for their thanks, soul society began paying Ichigo for all the trouble he went through as if he was a full-fledged Shinigami. He made sure I was well taken care if, yes, Ichigo had turned into something that resembled a gentlemen. Even though we could easily afford a house of our own, he had always been insistent on staying at his Dad's.

I zoned out to the sound of birds chirping outside the window. I was tired. Everything was getting harder: fighting, eating, walking, but most of all lying. I couldn't keep my secret from Ichigo any longer, it was becoming too much. Before I knew it I drifted off to sleep.

"Rukia I'm back." Ichigo's voice startled me along with the slamming of a door.

Ichigo sluggishly dragged himself into our room and threw various snack foods onto the bed for me to choose from. "Sorry Ichigo, I'm not really hungry anymore." I said sheepishly with a yawn.

"Damn it Rukia, you've been doing this all week! What's up with you? Are you sick?" He reached a hand to my forehead—a comforting gesture.

His curiosity had finally hit. It was only a matter of time before he found out the truth: "Maybe something's up, maybe there's not. Who knows?" I laid back on the bed staring him, questioning whether or not he was prepared for the truth.

"I think you know." He stared back challenging me.

He moved over to our bed, resting himself on top of me restraining my hands to my sides.

"Even if there was something why would I tell you?"

He leaned down, centimeters from my lips, intent on teasing me.

"Because I'm the guy that just drove down to the nearest convenient store and bought you food on demand." I gave it a moment of consideration. Today was the day; I could feel it. The longer I kept up this charade, the harder it would be on me.

"Well the truth is…" I was interrupted by a knock on the window sill—Renji.

"Not to break this lovely moment up or anything, but I thought you might want to know who's on the way to your house and will arrive in about .5 seconds."

Neither of us had time to think. We darted up: I laid on the bed reading a manga while Ichigo sat at his desk, talking 'more in depth' with Renji. In a few seconds the guest of honor arrived: my brother.

"And what do I owe this surprise?" Ichigo mumbled.

"I came to drop off your paycheck." Brother had been doing that regularly now. He liked checking up on our 'current relationship status' and as far as he was concerned we were just roommates.

"Thanks." Ichigo replied in an annoyed tone while accepting the official looking envelope.

"And Rukia how are you doing?" His voice screamed: 'if Ichigo is doing anything inappropriate, tell me now.'

"Fine. Thank you." I responded politely. I wished everything could stay just like this. Ichigo could go on living free of Soul Society's influence, we could continue our relationship, and brother could be left in the dark about said relationship. "Thank you for your consideration Brother." He nodded, turned toward Ichigo with a piercing gaze, and then left in a flash.

I honestly hated these visits. If he knew exactly what was going on he would probably whisk me away to soul society right now, then come back to finish Ichigo off. I sighed letting the stress consume me.

(Ichigo POV)

Rukia was starting to annoy me with the constant food requests, the freaking store clerk must know my name and credit card number by heart. As much as I hated constantly running out, I was okay with it as long as she was happy. I had turned into a sap.

"Renji, don't you have something better to do with your time?" I complained at the red-head still perched on the window.

"eh, not really, but—" Before he could finish, I had masterfully kicked him out the window with a loud thud on the ground below. I shut the window before he could climb back up and start an argument.

"Ichigo, I suppose now would be the best time to tell you this since we're alone..." I nodded for her to continue. My heartbeat sped up in anticipation, "well, do you remember last month?"

I joined her on the bed putting my arm around her waist, her head automatically drifted to my chest. I noticed she intentionally hid her face. That's when I knew it had to be bad.

"I'm…well...pregnant." Her words came out fast, yet every syllable was audible... too audible.

"What? What do you mean you're PREGNANT?" I may have shouted a little too loud. I could feel Byakuya and his spiritual pressure rise… then double. Shit, I was dead.

"Ichigo you idiot," Rukia slapped me upside the head making me fly into a wall, "You don't just shout stuff like that into the abyss. Now Brother is coming and damn it Ichigo these babies are going to have a father."

"How did he hear? He had to be miles away! No, screw that…You're pregnant!? Wait… babies… as in plural?" My head was spinning; my body gave out making me fall back against the wall.

This was too much… I was 21 and it is when couples start to think about their future, but I was a Shinigami and so was Rukia. We didn't have time to take care of a baby. Not to mention a baby… no, two babies, born of Shinigami. The Winter and Quincy Wars were over, but what if something else happened like that again? Did I want to have kids in a world plagued with death and destruction? My thought process came to an end when I felt myself being forcibly held to the wall by Byakuya.

"You got my sister pregnant?" His voice was coming out in random spurts of anger.

"Ichigo you found out?" My dad burst through the door with a huge grin on his face.

"You knew?" I retaliated, ignoring the fact Byakuya was about to choke me do death.

"Of course! Who do you think told Rukia? It's not like she would know instinctually she was having twins." That bit of information confirmed my death.

Amazingly a final blow never came, but instead he let me go sliding down the wall.

"It wouldn't be fair to take out my niece or nephew's father" He said through gritted teeth.

"Don't forget it could be both!" My dad chirped in, he was killing me.

"She will stay here until she can be moved to soul society. I will make the arrangements today." He said seemingly distracted by his thoughts.

"Move? Who said you can just take her?" I argued back at him while trying to stand.

"Brother! I assure you that won't be necessary…yet." She attempted to calm Byakuya down who was clearly taking this worse than me. I was surprised his usually calm composure melted so fast.

"yet?" I squeaked.

"Well Ichigo, you can't possibly think I can deliver two healthy babies in the human world? Think of the type of reiatsu they'll have. Hollows will swarm them." She put hands on her hips questioning my sanity. How was I to know any of this?

"That makes sense." I said, not really believing myself.

I would be more relaxed with a professional in Shinigami births to deliver the babies. Was I coming around to the idea of having a baby? Whether I was okay with it or not it was going to happen. Suddenly my mind envisioned two little kids running around a yard pretend sword fighting with sticks, but I knew they may have swords of their own. The thought made me gulp sending a shiver down my spine. Was I prepared for my kids to follow my line of work?

Over an hour had passed and the good thing was that I wasn't dead. Byakuya went back to Soul Society to figure out the specifics of the pregnancy and what Rukia needed to do to maintain her health. No one remained in my room besides Rukia who sat on the bed staring blankly in front of herself. She was waiting for me to say something.

"So how long have you known?" I tried using a comforting voice because I knew what she was going through probably wasn't easy. She put up a good façade, but I knew she felt anxious just like me.

"About a month or so." She admitted.

I placed a hand over my eyes, "And you didn't tell me?"

I was dumbfounded—why was it so hard to tell me the truth?

"I wasn't sure how you would react to it, I mean it's the worst news you could get and I thought you would be furious with me." She sounded nothing like the Rukia I knew, she must have over thought the whole thing.

I leaned down once again, but more gently, pinning her to the bed, "One: I would never be furious at you no matter what and two: this isn't a bad thing, I mean a setback yeah, but definitely not a bad thing." Her eyes went back to normal, so assumed I broke through.

"Don't worry I'll do whatever you and the babies want."

I soon regretted saying that.

Month 2

"Ichigo am I fat?"

I sat down beside Rukia putting a hand on her shoulder, "You look a little bigger!"

A punch rammed me into a wall. Wasn't that a compliment to a pregnant woman?

"I knew it, I'm ugly."

Damn, emotional imbalance.

Month 3

"Ichigo do I look fat to you?"

I sighed.

"No." I stated firmly remembering last month.

She started to panic: "But aren't I supposed to be? Is something wrong with the babies?"

Her mouth flew at an inhuman pace. I wish she would make up her mind about what she wanted me to say. I was getting tired of being hit through the nearest wall every time I opened my mouth.

"I was lying Rukia, you do look fatter." That was for sure; I could clearly see a curve in her stomach.

Tears swelled in her eyes, "Why did you lie to me?" I sighed again.

Month 4

"Oi, how's the expecting mother?" As soon as Renji came through the window he was punched back out it. I snickered, for once I wasn't the one being hit.

"What was that for?" The red-haired Shinigami complained while climbing back through the window.

"Her emotions are going haywire." I stated hoping Rukia didn't decide to hit me.

"You're gone for three months…without a simple hello?" She pulled back for another attack before I grabbed her hand pulling it back down to her side.

"He had to go back to soul society sooner or later." She understood my reasoning, her hand went inanimate.

'She's scary pregnant,' was all Renji got to say before being punched out the window again. This time he was smart enough not to come back. I wished I could just disappear until the baby was born.

Month five

Five stressful months, I couldn't stand it. And Rukia was so fat! She looked like she was about to give birth any second. My dad had never seen anything like that before, not even with triplets. He speculated that the babies' reiatsu was the cause for their accelerated growth. He noted that I came a few weeks early most likely for this same reason, but this was too early.

Month six

"Ichigo…" I heard Rukia moan next to me.

"What?" I groaned wanting to go back to sleep. Why didn't I sleep on the couch or in the closet?

"umm.."

My eyes burst open when I felt something wet on my bed.

"Rukia what's going on!?" My whole bed was drenched in water, way too much water.

Oh my god.

"Did your water break? Why didn't you wake me sooner?" I was going on and on becoming more nervous as the seconds ticked by. I had called soul society on Rukia's phone explaining that Rukia's water broke. Of course, I was rushing around having no idea what to do and hadn't gotten dressed by the time Byakuya walked through the gates that appeared in my room. I was in my boxers—perfect.

"Kurosaki make yourself decent." He diverted his attention to Rukia rather than my exposed body.

"I don't care if I'm in my underwear! Rukia is in fucking labor!" Apparently he missed the moaning girl on the bed holding her stomach.

"Watch your mouth boy."

I hated when he called me boy, but I let it slide.

"My girlfriend, your sister, is in labor. Does any of this ring a bell?" He was really pissing me off with his nonchalant voice.

"This is your responsibility. I'm here to make sure you don't fail." I rolled my eyes at his comment while going to help Rukia.

"Fine." I gave Rukia a reassuring look before getting to work.

With only time to throw on flannels I realized that I had to change into my soul form anyway so there was no point in getting dressed. I quickly changed myself and Rukia, then followed behind Byakuya who seemed somewhat nervous.

Six stressful hours later

"Congratulations Ichigo you are a proud father of a boy and a girl." The captain of the fourth squad gave my children to me while I looked at their adorable faces: one with black hair the other with orange. How did I know that would happen?

"What are their names?" I asked the captain wondering if Rukia had already named them.

"Rukia requested the name Kaien for the boy. She said you would have a fitting name for the girl." She smiled sweetly at me.

Rukia knew I was fond of a certain name if we had a girl: "Masaki" I said softly staring at the black haired baby.

She smiled then went to tell the name I had chosen to Rukia. I knew what the name 'Kaien' meant to Rukia and how Kaien had changed her life. I was proud to say both my children wore a name that represented two irreplaceable people in our lives. They would be a living reminder of their memories.

"I'm a dad." I smiled looking at my twins. Nothing in the world had ever looked so beautiful.

*** I would really appreciate reviews even if it's one word! Another update should appear tomorrow! ***

Hello All! This is my reboot of "The New Generation of Kurosaki". I loved this story to death, but I didn't have the skills to write it well back in middle school. Now being an English major in college, I am more than capable to weed out the errors and organize the story better than before. For any of you that read this before, there will be a lot of familiar things, but a lot will change as well—so take it as a new story. I plan on making extremely fast updates since I have the outline of the story written out.