Disclaimer – I don't own Bleach. I decided to participate in the July 2015 Camp Nano and decided to go ahead and write Letters to Father which was the other choice for NaNoWriMo 2014. I'm going to slowly increase my goal over this month and hopefully can fulfill Bleach: Diversity Challenge number K-23.

Letters to Father
Chance Meeting

I am left alone shivering
In a corner huddled by myself
No parents there to say they're proud
A child whose lost within the crowd

Granny takes my hand tightly
But I see her eyes quickly fading
Who is there going to be for me
My future I can not honestly see

In hopes of some kind of friend

My eyes dart about listly
Rescuing from the pits of despair

I need someone for my heart to repair

The other children keep to themselves
I can never to them a message send
I simply no longer want to be alone
And no longer someone whose unbeknown

The orange haired teen found the pattering of rain on the top of his umbrella quite soothing. The sound eased the frustrations from dealing with Kiego today as he walked home from school. The corners of his mouth twisted into a frown as he remembered how Keigo somehow managed to make him late for class again, and thus the reputation he was trying to build with the teachers slid towards punk. Only one week into school and his teachers thought he was some kind of delinquent.

The sound of his footsteps in the puddles echoed up into his ears as he started past the local park. Ichigo stopped short when his ears picked up the sound of the swing set squeaking slightly in the rain. His head darted up as he told himself the sound was just the wind nudging the swing, but his fears of some kind of apparition came crashing down when he saw the white haired figure sitting on the swing. The teen blinked a couple of times in an attempt to make the hallucination disappear. Instead the youth took in the figure even more.

The white haired figure was a kid around the age of Karin and Yuzu. The preteen looked at the ground in a despairing manner, and the rain soaked his small body. Ichigo also noted the uniform the boy wore indicating he went to some kind of private school, and the first thought was the boy was some kind of spoiled rich kid. Something about the kid's aura drew him to the boy, and Ichigo stepped forward as the frown on his face deepened.

"Hey?" No response to his inquiry came from the kid. "Hey kid."

The boy's soft, and childish features quickly changed from a look of utter depression to a more sharp, and adult like look. Ichigo honestly didn't like how grown up the kid's eyes looked, but at least he got a response. "I'm not a kid."

"You look like an elementary school student to me."

The white haired child's facial features twitched suddenly. "I'm a high school student you moron."

"Moron?" Ichigo's jaw clenched. "How was I supposed to know?"

"I'm wearing the school uniform for Souru High School. I'm not wearing the uniform from the elementary school division." The young man's hands which rested on his lap suddenly reached up to grip the chains on the swing set. His jaw line also tightened in frustration.

"As if I care what uniform which school is wearing." The orange haired teen took a deep breath. "The fact you're in high school doesn't mean you're not a kid."

Said kid stood up as he shoved his hands into his pockets. "Screw you." A calloused hand reached out to grab the boy's shoulder as the child attempted to brush him by. Ichigo watched as two bright teal eyes filled with pain. "Leave me the hell alone. I get enough shit as it is at school."

Ichigo's grip tightened on the boy's shoulder. "Let me guess. You get hassled for being a child genius."

The boy looked away slightly as his mouth ground together as he thought the older boy's words through. "Are you making fun of me?"

"No. I think it's pretty cool." For some reason a soft spot was growing for the boy, and something about what Ichigo said had a positive effect on the boy as the corners of his mouth twisted up ever so slightly, and the pain reflected in his eyes was replaced with a bit of happiness. "If I were to take a guess you're the age of my sisters."

For some reason the smile left the boy's face, and his eyes glazed over. He attempted to pull away. "I'm not supposed to talk to strangers you know." Ichigo of course didn't let go, and the boy was forced to slap his hand away. "Look! Don't bother! You've honestly got no reason to do so!"

"I found you sitting in a swing set soaked to the bone with a gloomy look on your face. You look like a kitten somebody just tried to drown for goodness sakes!"

"You don't know me. Don't say you want to know me either. As I said I'm not allowed to talk to strangers!" The boy made to pull away, only for his body to suddenly fall forward causing Ichigo to have to catch him. The teen could feel the tight grip the boy had on his body, and a frown creased his facial features as he tried figuring out what was wrong.

A shiver from the small figure quickly told Ichigo what the problem was. "Damn." The teen put his umbrella away before lifting the boy gently into his arms. "I should have noticed his speech slurring. Dad's drilled this stuff into my head, but I 'had' to refuse to listen because he was being obnoxious about it."

The teen took off at a run, and arrived at the clinic only to curse his luck at finding his father was out of the house. The child's forehead rested on the nape of Ichigo's neck as his shallow breathing hit the orange haired teen's neck. The older boy quickly kicked off his shoes and hurried up the stairs wishing Karin and Yuzu were home from school. He plopped the boy down onto his bed before hurrying down to the clinic to grab one of the medical books.

"Hypothermia..." Ichigo blanched at the instructions before heading up the stairs and setting the book onto the desk. The boy was still unconscious causing the orange haired teen to let out a sigh. He slapped his hands together and made a quick bow. "Please forgive me for what I have to do."

In a gentle manner Ichigo lifted the boy up and began stripping him of his clothing. The older boy then retrieved towels and began to rub the boy's body before moving to the limbs. The dullness began to leave the boy's eyes as he started to regain consciousness. Panic spread across the boy's face, but Ichigo ignored the reaction and instead started to wrap the white haired youth in any blanket he could find.

"Hentai."

"Tea, hot chocolate... what kind of warm drink do you want?"

"Screw you!"

"I'll take that as I don't care." Ichigo stood up then as his teeth gritted together. "Obnoxious brat." He arrived down stairs in time to see Yuzu and Karin dropping their backpacks on the table.

The lighter haired twin blinked a couple of times. "You didn't use you're umbrella Ichi-nii? You'll catch hypothermia."

"Uh..." A hand reached up to brush through orange locks of hair. "I'm fine." The eldest sibling took a deep breath. "Chances are they'll misinterpret the situation. What the hell have I gotten into?"

"Ichi-nii?" Karin looked at her brother.

"It's not as if I found a kid collapsed in the rain needing medical attention!"

The darker haired twin sighed. "You did find a kid needing medical attention, didn't you?" Karin looked towards her twin. "Could you prepare something warm for our idiot brother and our guest? I'm quite sure Ichi-nii would have made it to hot."

"Ah... sure."

"Elementary school student? Do we know him?"

"Actually... he's in high school."

"That doesn't make sense." Yuzu shook her head. "He's a kid isn't he?"

"I'm going to go and check on him."

"You're going to go and get out of those wet clothes before you catch hypothermia too!" Karin reached for a change of clothes from the clothes basket from when Yuzu did the laundry the day before.

Ichigo let out an undignified sound before heading to the bathroom to change. When he got back to his room he saw the boy was sitting up shivering profusely. The blankets hung limp around his waist. The orange haired teen opened his mouth to say something about keeping wrapped up in the warm blankets when something brushed by him.

A sharp squeak from Yuzu caused him to look down. The girl's cheeks turned red causing Ichigo to scratch his head and look back at the boy to see what caused this reaction. The kid was honestly scrawny, but he had quite a bit of muscle tone. The orange haired teen let out a curse, and wished suddenly his sister wasn't hitting puberty like she was. He took the tray from Yuzu's hand's before nudging the door shut with his foot. "Good bye Yuzu."

Ichigo stepped over and set the tray onto his desk. He carefully took one of the cups from the tray and held it out to the boy. "Here."

The door opened and he could hear Karin's voice. "Ichi-nii! You're so stupid. He has hypothermia so he can't hold it himself! And why haven't you gotten any of your clothes on him."

Ichigo turned to glare at her as he set the cup down. "Shut up."

He watched as she headed over to his clothes and pulled out a baggy shirt. A panic suddenly came to Ichigo's mind. "You're not going to." A sharp inhale occurred from the teen. "He's naked under there you know!"

Karin glared at him. "I'm just slipping a shirt over his head you idiot." Ichigo watched as his dark haired sister gently pulled the shirt over the boy's head and arms before taking the cup from the tray. "Hold him up please." Ichigo placed a hand on the boy's back to hold him steady while Karin held the cup to the boy's lips. The kid involuntarily took a few sips before spluttering a bit. "You've got to drink it all gone."

Karin finished with the drink, and they let the boy collapse to the bed. She proceeded to tuck him into the blankets as his eyes closed before heading to the door. One of Ichigo's orange eyebrows went up. "You're not staying."

"Of course not. It's your problem. Keep an eye on him. It's going to be a long night."

Ichigo sighed and sat down wondering how he would explain why he didn't get his homework done to his teacher. The teen tried not nodding off, but eventually he did. When he woke up he didn't see the white haired kid there and would have thought it was just a dream. The shirt and blankets were neatly folded on the bed, and on the desk was a scribbled not. "Thanks damn hentai."

"Stupid brat!" Ichigo looked at the window and let out a sigh. "At least it isn't raining anymore. I hope he got home safely."