A new fanfiction to squeeze in my already packed schedule. I've decided to take a break from the drama and let loose. This one's not going to be as drama-packed as my last story. I practically tortured people with that one. No. This one is going to be relaxing, humorous, fluffy, and basically chill. There will be a little drama though.

Naori's back in this one! I just love her as my main OC, especially breaking her into pieces. How will she fall apart in this story. Sorry for making Rukia and Ichigo a little bit OOC. Well, with maturing age, personalities can change.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. It belongs to Tite Kubo. I only own Naori Hibana. If I did own Bleach, I would stop creating so many new characters.

Chapter One

Rukia rested on top of her and Ichigo's king sized bed, head neatly propped up against a nearby pillow and her dress cascading amongst the rippling sheets. Over the past years, she had grown up into a young, petite woman. She grew slightly taller, but her frame was still considerably small. Her dark raven hair was growing out, even when Rukia was trimming it daily, yet it gave off an illusion of her grace. One that she still needed to develop, as noted by the many people who really knew her.

She was currently residing in the World of the Living. Separate from the Kuchiki manor in Soul Society. Though she didn't really mind because it was already home here. Rukia's fingers pressed against the buttons of her phone, her eyes scanning for any of the slightest changes in spiritual pressure. Her violet orbs narrowed when a mop of orange blocked her view.

"Ah! Ichigo!" Rukia yelped and tried to push the man out of her sight. Her efforts were futile.

The man merely chuckled at her efforts, letting the woman have her fun before capturing her lips. He could feel her breathing give out on her and her struggling going limp from his mere touch. He pressed harder against her lips, taking a sniff of that familiar sweet scent of hers. Damn, she smelled really nice today.

Rukia momentarily kissed him back before realizing she had something important to do and promptly shoving him off. "Ichigo! I have things to do!" She loudly yelled at him.

Ichigo rubbed his back that hit the bedpost. "Is that any way to greet a surprise kiss from your husband?"

"This concerns our daughter! You know how worried I get over her." Rukia retorted back before facing her phone again.

By the way, she was married.

Over these years, sometime in her life with Ichigo, Rukia had realized how much she had fallen in love with him. It came to her unexpectedly, no warnings at all. She had only found out after he came near close to death protecting her. She never felt so worried for a guy like him until then. At that moment, her locked in feelings spewed out like a fountain and shot at her without any notice. It had taken her by surprise and she was glad.

Afterwards, they had stabilized the fact that they were dating and in love. After a couple of years being together, plus a lot of moments where Ichigo had to escape Byakuya's pink flower petals of wrath and that one special moment where Ichigo was forced on his knees, they were finally married as husband and wife. It was a quiet and simple wedding in the human world with only a few close friends attending. It was nothing like the huge wedding gatherings like Rukia had described back in Soul Society. After the wedding and their honeymoon to England, they settled down in Karakura Town in a well-built two-story house and began their lives as a married couple.

It was not long until a forbidden fruit was born…

"Masaki is fine. She's sleeping right now." Ichigo pointed out, noting the small lump in the center of a crib.

Rukia hurriedly got up and scurried to the edge of the crib, checking if her daughter was all right and if Masaki's immense spiritual pressure was still in check. It must have been a side affect of a shinigami and a human giving birth. Masaki Kurosaki was her beautiful little daughter who was born only a few months ago. That small child already had a grown tuft of Ichigo's noticeably orange hair and his amber eyes were reflected off of her own. This baby really looked exactly like her deceased grandmother. At first, Rukia was disappointed that her daughter looked nothing like her and everything like Ichigo, but she warmed up to the fact that Masaki liked her mother taking care of her. She would always remember those times that Masaki cried every time Ichigo tried to even hold her.

But Masaki was still a special child. When she was born, full kido barriers had to be put up surrounding the hospital so to not disrupt any levels of spiritual energy. She was said to be born in a huge flash of light and the room she was born in had its temperature drop down below zero. This young baby was literally a living bomb of spiritual energy ready to explode. Luckily, Rukia was a master of kido so she knew how to conceal Masaki from Soul Society's radars.

The reason?

Masaki was forbidden, a taboo that would result in dire consequences. The union between a shinigami and a human was forbidden. It resulted in anything from exile to executions. It was dangerous yet Ichigo and Rukia took the bait. Though, they have been living pretty peacefully these days, quietly raising their human daughter.

A small smile grew on Rukia's lips as she reached down to lift up the blanket's covers closer to her daughter. "Masaki…" She quietly mumbled, as she rubbed the small, sleeping baby.

Ichigo could only smile at his wife's maternal instincts. Rukia acting like a mother always had this calming effect on him.

Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, the husband and wife could hear a slight whimper escape from her daughter and watched as it escalated to shrieks and cries. Thus, all hell broke loose.

"Moron! You scared her!" Rukia yelled, holding her crying daughter against her body in futile attempts to calm the young child down.

"I was just standing there! How could she cry so easily over that?"

"She cries whenever your mere presence is even in a two meter vicinity! It's not my fault she hates you!"

"My own daughter does not hate me!"

"Not after the name you gave her! This is the last time I'm letting you name our children."

"What's so bad about her name? It's the same name as my mother and it sounds fine."

"She probably hates it because it rhymes with her last name. Masaki Kurosaki. Such a mouthful! Our daughter is picky, remember that!" Rukia shouted out last, lightly bouncing her daughter up and down to calm her.

"She does not hate me…" Ichigo mumbled, shoving his hands into his pocket. He and Rukia had managed to create this angel of a daughter that hated his guts. All those times he supported Rukia throughout her pregnancy and his frequent nighttime dashes to buy pickles, resulted in this. He still loved his daughter…it was just that Masaki wasn't used to him yet…

Rukia scoffed at her husband's moping and got ready to put her daughter back into the crib. She was tired for today and she really could use some much-needed sleep.

"Rukia." The serious voice of her husband drove her sleepy eyes away from drooping. This awkward tone of voice meant that he was not kidding around and he was being very serious. This moment was not a laughing matter.

"Hello Rukia Kurosaki." A man greeted her by the door.

"Kisuke Urahara…why are you here?" Both Rukia and Ichigo asked.

"Well…some good news and some bad news." The man in the hat smiled as he walked in and made himself comfortable on the couch.

Ichigo and Rukia shared a look at each other before glancing at their sleeping daughter once more. They slowly dimmed the lights of Masaki's room and silently closed the door, careful to not wake up the five-month old baby. Ichigo sat down closest to Urahara, followed by Rukia right beside him.

"What's the good news?" Ichigo asked.

Urahara dipped his hat lower, avoiding any eye contact. "Soul Society hasn't found out about your baby."

"And the bad news?" Rukia quickly asked afterwards, cutting to the chase.

"They found a strong spiritual pressure. Right here in this area. It is someone that is neither you nor Ichigo Kurosaki. It won't take long for them to deduce that it is Masaki's spiritual pressure that's being detected in their radars."

"Damn it!" Rukia muttered to herself. "I've checked on the barrier every single day! There's no way Soul Society could have detected Masaki!"

"Rukia Kurosaki. You could have taken your eyes off of Masaki for a minute to go fight some hollows or something. An infant this powerful would be able to leak a great deal of spiritual pressure through a barrier that's not being manually maintained." Urahara explained.

"It doesn't matter." Ichigo said, slamming a fist on the coffee table. "They've found us and it won't be long before they find Masaki."

"Can't we just leave her with a friend or maybe leave the area?" Rukia desperately suggested.

Urahara merely shook his head. "Soul Society's had their eyes on you two for some time. They've been expecting something like this seeing that Rukia is a shinigami and Ichigo is a human. They will be watching you guys all the time now that they've found their little evidence."

"Can we leave her with you? You can provide some protection?" Ichigo suggested as well.

"Only for a little while…" Urahara sighed. "I would come under suspicion too since I'm so associated with you two."

"Damn! Damn it!" Ichigo growled.

Rukia cupped her hands into her face, trying to hide the tears that were ready to flow out like a waterfall. "It's no use Ichigo…" She said, tears already flowing out. "There's no other choice. It's not safe here for Masaki."

"Well there is one solution." Urahara quipped, grabbing the couple's attention in a heartbeat. "We can put your daughter in Soul Society, Rukongai to be safe, where there are millions of spiritual pressure particles. Soul Society won't be able to notice a thing if she's hidden among the massive amounts of spiritual pressure. Of course, you two are going to have to stay here to play decoy."

"I'm not leaving my daughter all alone in Rukongai!" Rukia cried.

"She could be killed!" Ichigo retorted as well.

"Well, if that's the case, I suggest you guys come up with a better plan. You leave Masaki in Rukongai for some time until Soul Society is sure that you did not commit treason. Then, you can go pick up your daughter and continue on with your merry lives. Or, you can just think about it here and have Soul Society hunt her out and kill her. What do you choose?"

"I choose neither! There has to be a better way!" Ichigo started to yell, raising his voice.

"Fine…" Rukia quietly said.

"Rukia!"

"If it means saving our daughter, I'll do it." Rukia definitely said, wiping away the tears that formed in her eyes.

"Rukia!" Ichigo said again, grabbing onto her arm. "You're risking your daughter's life."

"I'd rather take this chance than have her be killed now!" Rukia cried back, her arms now trembling. "I don't want her to die."

"I have a 'yes'. I only need one more." Urahara remarked, glancing at Ichigo.

"Fine!" He grumbled. "If Masaki will truly be safe, I'll do it."

"Okay then!" Urahara excitedly said, snapping together his open fan. "Here's the game plan! I'll take Masaki with me to my place to hide her for the time being. You guys can search around Rukongai for any acceptable parents to take care of your kid. I recommend Junrinan of West Rukongai. A beautiful and safe place. One of the best! Plus, I know it pretty well so I can get you in really easily for any visits."

"How can we find someone we can trust there?" Ichigo wearily asked.

"I'm sure you'll find somebody."

OoOoO

Rukia sighed in sadness yet again. Another hopeful set of guardians was washed away like a sand castle. She has already gone through name after name after name and she could still not find a suitable guardian for Masaki. While she was taking her job as a mother seriously, Ichigo was having his fun getting reacquainted with the citizens of Junrinan. This type of husband disgusted the young mother easily. Rukia was not impressed.

"Stupid!" Rukia yelled, slamming a good fist on his head. At times like these, she seriously wondered why she married and had a child with him.

"I'm testing to see if this place is okay for Masaki." he retorted. "You think I want to leave our baby daughter in a crime infested place?"

"This is District One...one of the safest in all of Rukongai. Unfortunately, this is the best that we can get." Rukia murmured before promptly shoving Ichigo along with her. "Now go find somebody or I will-"

"Excuse me dear, can I get by you? I need to buy some fruits and vegetables." A senile lady warmly asked.

"Uh...sure!" Rukia hesitated for a second, but she quickly made room for the old lady to make her purchases.

The grandmother smiled, "Why thank you Miss! I want to buy some beans to make some amanatto. Lately, my little grandson has been complaining about his workload and he could use some of my homemade snacks."

Ichigo curiously turned towards the old lady. She was short, barely even Rukia's height, but she looked like a nicer woman compared to his wife. It must be the age. "You have a grandson?"

The old grandmother nodded, "Yes. I raised him and another little girl ever since they were children. So polite! The both of them! I think they should be working as shinigami now. They must miss me a lot."

Ichigo glanced at Rukia, who nodded back at him in agreement. This old grandmother in front of them, maybe she was the answer that the both of them were looking for. She was warm and kindly, perfect for their little daughter to be brought up in. She also looked quite innocent so Soul Society may not suspect her of treason. She was perfect.

"Um Miss?" Rukia steadily asked, approaching the little grandmother. "My husband and I are in a bad situation and we need someone to look after our daughter until we solve this problem. Her name is Masaki Kurosaki and she is a five-month old baby. Can you please take care of her?"

"Me?"

"Please, we beg of you!" Both husband and wife said in unison, respectfully bowing down to the senior.

"Well then…" The grandmother said with a blush forming at her cheeks. "I've only taken care of my grandson when he was a little child. I've never handled infants before…but I'll do my best."

"Really!" Rukia's face lit up and she clasped onto the hands of the grandmother. "Oh thank you! Thank you so much!"

"Really. Thank you for your help. We are in debt to you." Ichigo said with a smile.

"Oh dear…I'm blushing at your words." The grandmother chuckled. "Just remember to come back for your daughter when you've solved out your troubles. If you truly love her, she'll smile when you come back."

Rukia nodded. "Yes."

The grandmother smiled, but her wrinkly eyes flickered towards the window that had the evening sun pouring in through the panes. "Oh my…it's getting late. I should really start cooking my snacks." The grandmother said in a hurry, turning towards the door to leave.

The Kurosaki couple waved back at her. Rukia was sporting a huge grin on her pure face while Ichigo managed to crack a smile. It was one of those rare moments that he ever smiled. This moment that happened a few seconds ago, this moment was a miracle. They desperately needed someone to take care of Masaki and she shows up out of the blue. That was a miracle. The miracle they needed to get by on this stage.

Rukia sighed and grabbed onto the crook of Ichigo's arm, laying her head softly onto his muscled bicep. "Hey moron…do you think this was a good choice?"

"Yeah midget…" He agreed wholeheartedly. "I've seen old people like her at the clinic. They're really one of the nicest people on this earth."

Rukia's violet blue eyes dropped below his gaze as he said those words. She felt relieved, of course, but she was still a bit weary and worried for her little daughter. "Is that so…?" Rukia could only mumble. She was only letting Masaki out of her grasp for now. But one day, she'll come back, arms wide open, ready to accept her cute, smiling daughter once again. She'll hold onto her tight and never let her go.

Meh. Okay…it's not my best way to start off a story. I don't think this is particularly good. But review if you could!