A/N: My first Bleach fanfic. Awesome! I don't know how many chapters it will be, but I don't want to make it too long.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach… blah blah blah.. or TV Tokyo.

YOU AGAIN

"Come on, Mommy!" yelled a young girl pulling her mom by her wrist.

"Calm down, Koyomi. We'll get there before they run out." said a very familiar heroine, Kuchiki Rukia.

"Okay." Koyomi slowed her pace down some, but was still running.

Koyomi looked to the side for a second, but then bumped into a tall, lean, orange-haired man. "Oops, sorry sir…" Koyomi said sheepishly.

"Oh, no, no bother." he said reaching down to pat her orange hair. He smiled gently at her.

Rukia was standing and staring at the man. Why does he look so familiar? He even sound like him too.

"Yomi, go pick out the toy you wanted." she said not taking her eyes off the man. Koyomi skipped merrily to the toy section of the mall.

"Listen, and you listen good, Kurosaki! If my family wasn't already rich, I would on the streets, thanks to you!" she shouted.

"What do mean Kuchiki Rukia?"

"Don't 'what do you mean' me! At the end of graduating year in college, you knocked me up and then left me for Inoue Orihime!" she shouted.

Rukia took a much needed gasp for air then continued, "That girl, Kuchiki Koyomi, is your daughter!"

"Really! I'm a father?"

"Yes, you've been one for four years."

"Wow…and I'm already engaged to Inoue…"

"WHAT?" Rukia knew that the conversation would NOT end up well.

"Mommy! Here it is!" Koyomi yelled. Phew, saved by the child. "Okay, let's go then." Rukia and Yomi bought the Barbie Winter Dream house and started to leave. Then, "Mommy, that guy is following us…"

Rukia turned around and saw Ichigo. "What do want?"

"To get to know my daughter. What do you say? Can meet her this Sunday?" he pleaded with her. " Okay, I guess it's better late than never for Koyomi to meet her dad."

Ichigo smiled as he tried to contain his joy. Wow, Ichigo learned how to express his feelings. Inoue did well.

SUNDAY, SUNDAY, SUNDAY

Ichigo approached the Kuchiki manor gate as followed the directions Rukia gave him. As the gate opened, he felt even more nervous about meeting and getting to know his daughter. He pushed a button on the intercom and a butler answered.

"Hello, Master Ichigo. Come right in." said the butler from intercom.

Ichigo parked his Toyota Prius at the curb. As he shut the door behind him and couldn't help feeling a little nervous since the estate was so big!

He rang the doorbell and a Sesame Street ring came out. Then Rukia answered.

"Hi, Ichigo." she said with disappointment in her voice.

"What's up with that doorbell ring?"

"Because I have a four-year-old daughter."

"Hi, tall, lean, and handsome!" Koyomi said from behind her mother.

Ichigo laughed, "Where did you get that from?"

"Mommy was talking about how good you looked and how she m-" Rukia clamped her hand over Yomi's mouth and then let go.

"Now that it comes to mind, mom described you as ripped. Whatever that means." "Okay! Everyone inside!" Rukia yelled.

After a minutes of awkward silence, the phone rang.

"Hello? Yes, I'll put her on right away, Master Byakuya." said the butler.

"Mistress Rukia." he said handing the phone to her.

"Thank you, Jameson. Hello, Byakuya. I'm just having Koyomi meet her father. Yes, Kurosaki. But, Byakuya, she has to meet him sometime! Byakuya listen to the voice of reason! No! Don't hang up!"

The line went blank on the other end. Rukia slammed the phone on the receiver. Another butler by the name of Poole, set a tray of hors d'oeuvres on the coffee table. Rukia turned Koyomi to face Ichigo. Rukia opened her mouth, but before she said anything, she popped an d'oeuvre in her mouth.

Then, she took a deep breath, "Yomi, listen to me. This man is your father." she said nervously.

Koyomi looked back and forth. From Rukia, her known mother, to Ichigo, the father in questioning. But, since Koyomi would never distrust her mother, she walked over to Ichigo.

"Um…sir…umm…daddy…I guess…"she began, "Are you really…my…uh…father..?" Koyomi squeaked in her small voice.

Ichigo took a deep breath, "Yes, that's right, and I have been from the start."

At this Yomi scrunched her nose, "If you have been 'there from the start', how come you were only here right now?" Koyomi was only 4yrs old, but wasn't a fool.

"That's enough, Koyomi," Rukia said in a slighty agitated tone.

Koyomi quickly sat down. Rukia is one of those 'you spare the rod, you spoil the child' parents.

Ichigo looked at his watch (that wasn't there), "Well I have to go…" he said nervously.

"But daddy! There's so many things you need to ask me!" Koyomi said, running after him.

Rukia grabbed Koyomi's arm just in time to keep her from following him. In on smooth move, she slammed the door shut and pressed her back against the door.

"…that boy…"

THE END

A/N: my first Bleach FF! named the daughter after Yomi on Azumanga Daioh..gotta luv her!