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Berry Angel by Boogermeister

90- Demon 2

"Urahara . . . . can you honestly answer me on something?" muttered Tensa when he met the usually laid-back man at the 5th Squad barracks. Urahara frowned lightly at the serious tone on the teen's voice and stared at him.

". . . . I was hoping to avoid this, but it seems that we can't hide this from you forever," he frowned as they sat down. "After all, you're almost an adult. Not a child anymore . . . ."

"Yeah . . . ."

"It's obvious that you have questions about your father, having only knowing enough from Ichigo," he stated rather plainly, but his face twitched slightly in stress. ". . . . What is there that you wish to know?"

"Why?" he frowned sadly, and Urahara blinked in confusion.

"Come again?"

"Why my Mom? Why was he important to him?" he muttered quietly. "Was it because that Grandpa married Grandma in the real world . . . . .? I heard that he already knew about him ever since he was born . . . . and waited for him to develop his own powers so . . . ."

"So you can be concieved," he said quietly, and Tensa nodded. "As Shinji Hirako had already told you, he was the Vice-Captain of Squad 5 over a century ago. He even said so himself, that Shinji could had denied him that position but didn't only to keep an eye on him. And yet that failed . . . . and because of that, I was framed for his crimes and Shinji and the others went into exile."

"Yeah, I kinda knew that already," he sighed.

"But . . . . he was right, I was framed because I was trying to help them but in the end they became vizards anyway. And it was my fault that Ichigo's one too."

"Huh? What do you mean by that?" frowned Tensa.

"I was helping him to get his Soul Reaper powers back through unorthodox methods," he explained. "It was when he lost his borrowed one during his first encounter with Byakuya. I took him out of his physical body and cut off his chain. We knew that losing the chain can cause the soul turn into a Hollow but it was only way . . . ."

"Then . . . ."

"Even he expected that, because he already knew of my unethical methods before," Urahara muttered, shaking his head. "Tensa . . . . I am ever so sorry for trying to do the right thing. Even a smart man like me often underestimate his plans."

"It's all right . . . . Mom doesn't even blame you for what happened," Tensa replied quietly. "Tell me, did you ever expect that he wanted a child with Mom?"

". . . . Yes and no, I had a feeling that he wanted to do some sort of experiment with Ichigo but I hadn't expected you," he shrugged with a small smile. "For once in my life, it was a very good timing when I saw you guys. Your, ah, mother was pleading for my help just as the Soul Society accepted me back. And you were a cute little rascal, couldn't believe that you came out of Ichigo." Tensa would had scoffed at that but let it go as the blonde continued. "As soon as we took you in, I told Isshin about you . . . . you should've seen the look on his face then. He was amazed that he had a grandson, and he wanted to protect you.

"He didn't even care that you were concieved in the worst way possible. I had thought that he wanted to pester me with questions, but he said very little except that he was glad that both of you were okay." Removing his infamous hat, he scratched at his hair before putting it back on. "As you should know, you had a spirit body when you were born so I made a very special gigai for you," he muttered.

"So you're saying that . . . . I'm in a gigai my whole life?" he frowned.

"Not exactly, you didn't have any spiritual powers then so you became human the instant you got into it," he explained. "The same thing with Starrk though it took much longer due to his powers. Anyway . . . . this is a bitter irony we have here. You're talking to the Captain of the Squad in which your father controlled, not sure if that is any better."

". . . . Do people here still think about him?" he asked and Urahara's lips tightened at the question.

"You've never noticed that, have you, when you were younger?" he questioned. "You came here years before to perfect your powers, and I was your mentor. However . . . . because of my position, there were someone who was forbidden to see you."

". . . . Who?" frowned Tensa.

". . . . Her name is Momo Hinamori, the Vice-Captain of my squad," he muttered. "But . . . . she was also the Vice-Captain for Sousuke Aizen." Tensa stiffened at his tone, and didn't like it. ". . . . Toushirou Hitsugaya is her close friend, so he hadn't brought it up to you whenever he goes into the real world. I'm not sure if it's out of pity or stubbornness . . . . but it feels like I must tell you."

"All right . . . ."

"You see . . . . years before you were born, she was a very devouted lieutenant to Aizen. But it was revealed that her personality was right enough for him to manipulate so easily. And because of that, her mental state is forever fragile."

". . . . What did he do to her?" he asked in an uneasy tone.

"He tried to kill her," he simply replied. "But even then, she had assumed that he hadn't meant it. That was why Captain-Commander Yamamoto had requested for her to lay low whenever you come by, fearing that your appearance might trigger something."

"Because of him, right?" he frowned.

"Yes, Tensa," nodded Urahara. "In fact, she was near a breakdown when all of us heard that Ichigo had you."

"I see . . . . but since Toushirou is her best friend, then why didn't he blame me like some other Soul Reapers?" asked Tensa.

"Like most of us, we knew that you'll be raised by Ichigo," Urahara smiled lightly. "There was no way that you could be like Aizen with a parent like Ichigo, in fact both of you have the same personality after all." Tensa frowned in slight annoyance but he was right. He was never like his true father, he barely remembered anything at all about him. His mother had never blamed him for loving him as an infant since he was ignorant, but the bit of guilt settled in his stomach.

". . . . Can I see her, Urahara?" he suddenly requested and the man was slightly startled.

"Pardon?"

"Maybe by seeing her, it'd be either worse or better for her," he muttered as he stood up. "It's been going on for so long so I don't know if this could work. But we don't know unless we try, right?"

"You're going by instinct, just like Ichigo," sighed Urahara. "All right, but to be safe . . . . we should ask Toushirou's permission. He'd be upset if he doesn't know about it.

91- Sell

". . . . It didn't have to be that way, Ichigo," sighed Rukia, when she and Renji heard Ichigo's story over a month back. When Tensa insulted Starrk, causing his own outburst. The man sighed tiredly as he curled up tightly on the couch. "So now what, Tensa's feeling this way also?"

"Like me, he's hiding it right now," he muttered. "I feel so ashamed . . . . it had sounded like that I hated him."

"Don't be ridiculous, Ichigo," Renji frowned. As usual, he would punch him out of his depression but the wound was far too deep. "You loved that kid so much, that you're pratically smothering him."

"You guys don't understand . . . . none of you are parents," he mumbled. "Can you live with yourself knowing that you hurt your own child?"

"You're right, we couldn't understand . . . ." muttered Rukia. "But it's not your fault, Ichigo, and he knows that. Maybe . . . . you two should talk again, and both of you can understand each other better-"

"It's actually more complex than that," Ichigo muttered, shaking his head. "When Tensa was born, I knew that Aizen wanted to test my bond with him. And he knew that I easily would give in to him . . . . I could tell that he wanted me to react whenever he came into my room. At first . . . . I was reluctant, then he told me that he wished to see his 'heir'. And he knew . . . . that I didn't want that, that Tensa might be taken away the moment he holds him."

". . . . Ichigo . . . ."

"I practically whored myself just for my son, I let myself get molested and raped in order to hold him in my arms for another day," he said, nearly gritting his teeth. "The shame doesn't go away so easily, does it? You can't expect me to get over it . . . . every time I see Tensa, I can't help but think about my self-sacrifice for him . . . ."

"It's really not your fault, Ichigo," Rukia frowned, gripping at his shoulder. "You're not to blame for what happened . . . ."

"Yeah, you were in his control so nothing could be done," reasoned Renji.

"I once tried to fight back, and it resulted in Tensa taken away from me for who knew how long," Ichigo mumbled sadly. "I was nearly catatonic until he came back, but by then . . . . I was close to relent to Aizen's side. If Starrk hadn't rescued me . . . ." His expression darkened slightly, as he clenched his fists tightly. "Sometimes . . . . I wished I could kill him again."

"What?" Both of the Soul Reapers blinked in surprise and confusion.

"I want to kill Aizen again and again . . . . for what he did to me," he muttered lowly. "Honestly, I felt satisfied when I beheaded that damn bastard . . . . I wish to do it all again for Tensa . . . ."

"That's . . . . crazy talk, Ichigo," frowned Renji, but the gaze in his friend's eyes were disturbingly deep.

"That's not all . . . ." he muttered. "There's a good chance that I might lose myself sooner or later if something tragic happens to Tensa. If he dies as a Soul Reaper . . . . then I'll kill the ones who let it happen, no matter what . . . ." The tone made the entire room ice-cold, his friends were frozen in realization. It was possible, Ichigo became a Hollow when Tensa nearly died.

"What if we try to stop you, Ichigo . . . .?" muttered Rukia, gazing at him. "We're your friends . . . . so what would happen?"

". . . . Our friendship would mean nothing to me once Tensa's dead," he honestly answered.

". . . . Guess that's an agreement, then," Renji muttered stiffly. "If something happens to Tensa, then we won't stop you from thrashing half of the Seireitei."

"I'm sorry, guys . . . . but my son is the reason why I'm still alive," he mumbled, his eyes moistened with tears. "Without him, I'm just as dead." They stared at him, they couldn't be mad at his answer. It was partially their fault that they couldn't rescue him sooner. He was still mentally and emotionally fragile from his ordeals all these times.

"Gahh, it's all right . . . ." sighed Renji, suddenly pulling him into a bear hug. Ichigo stiffened in surprised confusion, but the red-head smirked lightly. "You know you're not alone, Ichigo . . . ." he sighed. "You cared about your kid, but everyone else does too. We would do whatever it takes to protect him. You're not the only one suffering . . . . ."

"I . . . . I'm sorry for my answer earlier," Ichigo frowned sadly as a few tears trickled down his cheeks.

"We know that . . . . we would act the same way for Tensa," Rukia sighed deeply, rubbing at his arm. "But you really have to stop taking the heavy burden onto yourself, Ichigo."

"Yeah, you don't know the saying, 'it takes a village to raise a kid'?" smiled Renji. "It can't always be just you, idiot. Everyone's willing to help you in any way possible. You should know that after 15 or so years." Ichigo nodded, quickly wiping away his tears.

"Thanks, guys . . . . but I still feel like shit," he mumbled.

"And I know the perfect answer, and that's food."

"Yeah, I need to eat something," he nodded with a small smile.

"Well can we go somewhere that's more of a warm atmosphere?" smiled Rukia, tugging at his hand.

"Yeah, anywhere . . . ."

92- Grandpa

"Grandpa, why your nose looks lumpy?" asked Tensa, as he poked at his granfather's nose.

"What? You don't like my nose, Tensa?" whined Isshin as he immediately went teary-eyed at the four year old.

"No, Mama's nose just goes down!" he explained with a rudimentary gesture at his face. "But yours is lumpy, why?"

"Well . . . ." he sighed, pulling him onto his lap as he sat on the couch. "There's reason why my nose looks like it. It's called genetics."

"What's that?"

"Genetics are something that we have, what we have is based on our parents' appearance," he smiled. "For example, Karin got my hair color. And your mother's nose got it from your grandmother."

"What about me? What do I have, Grandpa?" Tensa asked innocently.

"Hmm, let's see . . . ." Isshin playfully scrutinized at his face before smiling. "It's obviously your eyes, both Ichigo and your grandmother have the same color and you do too! And that smile, every time I see it I think about your mother when he was a kid!"

"Really?" smiled the child.

"Yes, but now he's just a grouch," he joked. "He doesn't act like he loves me! Whenever I try to hug him, he always kicks me down! He doesn't even like it!"

"Because you jump around when we see you!" Tensa laughed a little. "Mama says that you eat too much sugar, and that's why he doesn't give me so much candy! You eat too much candy, Grandpa!"

"I do not!" Isshin pouted. "I don't even put sugar in my tea so why would he say that?"

"I dunno . . . ."

"Anyway, why did you go all that trouble to ask me about my nose?" asked his grandfather.

"I dunno," he shrugged.

"Doesn't matter, you can ask me any more question whenever you visit me!" Isshin smiled.

"Okay!" Tensa smiled.

93- Swimming

Ichigo sighed but went along with it; after all, they were going to a water park. With his family and friends, he relented to go with them since it was Tensa's first time. As usual, Starrk came along, hoping to sleep away somewhere. "You guys go on without me, I'm staying at one of the kiddy pools," said Ichigo.

"Aw, you mean you can't go on the highest water slide in the park?" whined Keigo.

"Let's go, you know that babies can't go on slides," scowled Tatsuki, hauling him away. Ichigo walked over to children section of the park, mostly full of families but that was expected as he prepared the two year old.

"You ready to go swimming, Tensa?" he smiled, making sure that the swim ring was secure before escort him to the very shallow water. The depth was just a foot and a half, but it was deep enough for the toddler to float.

"Ahh . . . .!" Tensa squealed as his feet couldn't reach the bottom. "Mama . . . .!"

"I'm right here, Tensa," smiled Ichigo as he knelt down to play with him. He glanced at the former Primera, as expected he was napping on the lounge chair. "Hey, you wanna play with Starrk?"

"Th-arrk, yah!" squealed Tensa.

"Starrk, come here! Don't lay around like at the beach!" he called out.

"Man . . . ." Starrk sighed tiredly as he got off the chair walked up to the pool.

"Tensa wants you to play with him, just do it," Ichigo smiled. Starrk simply shrugged and stepped into the water, as the toddler kicked and splashed around. He knelt down to stare at his toothy grin, and smiled back a little. He scooped up a handful of water and dumped it over his head.

"Dahh!" Tensa squealed in surprise before smiling again, attempting to splash him back.

94- Thunder

Tensa jolted out of his sleep when a thunder boomed loudly by his window. He gasped harshly as his heartbeat thumped loudly, the seven year old stared at the window beaten loudly from the rain. Another thunder clashed again and he flinched greatly. His fight-or-flight response immediately took over as he scrambled out of his bedroom and quickly went into his mother's room. "Mama . . . .!" he whispered, plopping onto the bed.

"Uhn . . . .!" Starrk winced from the sudden weight, but the young boy was oblivious as he huddled against his mother.

"Hm, Tensa . . . .?" Ichigo mumbled tiredly as he woke up. "Tensa, what's wrong . . . .?"

"The thunderstorm, it's getting angrier," he whimpered softly. His mother blinked at that but smiled lightly as he hugged him.

"It's alright, Tensa," he whispered, kissing at his forehead. "The storm won't hurt you . . . . It's just that, um, the gods in the sky are simply fighting. They do that from time to time."

"You're lying . . . ."

"Sorry," smiled Ichigo. "Come on . . . . let's get you back to bed." Starrk grumbled in his sleep but said nothing as they went back into Tensa's bedroom. "Want me to stay here with you?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah, Mama . . . ." Tensa mumbled, he shivered when he heard a distant rumble. Ichigo knelt beside the bed and combed his fingers through the right side of his chestnut hair.

"You know . . . . you grandmother used to calm me like this when I was a little kid," he whispered gently. "Don't worry, I'll stay with you . . . ." Tensa nodded, and it wasn't long until he slowly fell asleep. Ichigo sighed but decided to stay a little longer.

"Mom . . . . you should see that he's just like me," he whispered with a light smile, closing his eyes.

95- Geh-Geh

Out of reluctance to get the Soul Society's permission, Grimmjow went to the real world, escorted by none other than his rival's nosy friends. "Why do I have to wear a damn gigai?" he scowled, flexing uncomfortably in the faux body. "It's not like they couldn't see me."

"Well if you wanna go to see Ichigo then you have to wear it," frowned Rukia.

"Heh, you're still pissed off about punching you in the guts?" he scoffed. "I'm not saying sorry, but you should get over it."

"That and that time when you tried to blast my head off," she argued.

"My bad, I've forgotten about that," he sneered a little. The petite woman would have argued further but Renji held her back as they reached the residence. "This is where he lives? Looks kinda shitty . . . ." he grumbled, pressing the doorbell. He heard a muffled squeal before the door opened, he grinned in smugness at the look on Ichigo's surprised face.

"Grimmjow?" he gasped in surprise.

"Hey there, Kurosaki," he smirked.

"The hell are you doing here?" he frowned, correcting his son in his arms.

"Isn't it obvious, I wanted to see how you're doing."

"Ah! Geh-Geh!" gasped Tensa, reaching out to pat at him.

"Hey there, kid," smirked Grimmjow.

"Well . . . . you guys don't have to stand around," Ichigo muttered, noticing Renji and Rukia. "Come in . . . ."

"Don't mind us, we're just here to keep him in line," muttered Renji as the two Soul Reapers settled in the kitchen. Grimmjow scoffed at that before noticing Starrk napping on the couch and frowned again. The once powerful Primera had settled into turning into a human. In his opinion, that was just bullshit.

"Th-arrk!" giggled Tensa after being put down and he ran up to him. "Th-arrk, Geh-Geh!" he said, patting him on the arm. Starrk slowly opened his eyes and simply blinked.

". . . . Hey," he mumbled.

"Tch, whatever," frowned Grimmjow, but was interrupted by the toddler who was yanking at his pants legs. "What do you want now, kid?"

"He wants to play with you, obviously," muttered Starrk as he stood up, stretching his limbs then neck.

"Man, I was hoping to see if Ichigo wanted to fight just one last time," he grumbled.

"Play with him, Grimmjow . . . .!" Ichigo scowled from the kitchen. Grimmjow nearly growled back but Tensa was oblivious as he reached up for him.

"Uh! Uh, Geh-Geh!" he whined a little.

"What do I do with him?" he frowned.

"Pick him up, Grimmjow," Starrk instructed, picking him up. "Here . . . ." The Sexta frowned in slight confusion but did so, awkwardly holding him within arm's reach. ". . . . You're holding him like a bag of flour."

"Shut up, I can't hold something that can break easily," scoffed Grimmjow.

"Hee-hee . . . ." Tensa giggled a little.

"Then put him down so you can play at his level," muttered Starrk as he knelt down. Grimmjow did the same and placed the toddler on the floor. Tensa beamed a smile at him, reaching up to tug at his baby blue hair. "Hmm, I know what that means . . . ." the Primera muttered quietly.

"What?" frowned Grimmjow.

"If he tugs at your hair, it means that he wants a ride," he replied.

"A ride what?"

"On your back."

"Oh hell no-"

"Just do it, Grimmjow!" Ichigo yelled out again. He growled again but swallowed his pride as he got on his hands and knees. It was just for one time, he sighed in his thought as Tensa climbed onto his back.

"Yay! Geh-Geh . . . .!" giggled Tensa, gripping at the back of his shirt. Grimmjow sighed, it would take years but he could wait for this young child to become a strong Soul Reaper. But he had to admit, Tensa's personality was really getting to him.

"Che, if I was in my former form, then it'd been much more fun," he smiled a little.

96- Aunts

Tensa loved his aunts, he didn't have any favorite of either one since both were unique. With Yuzu, he liked to learn how to cook though half the time he preferred to eat the food they made. With Karin, he liked to be energetic by playing soccer with her, making him quite talented with the sport.

He had once heard his mother commented fondly that a kid like him needed a female role model, and that was true. His aunts enjoyed being with their nephew, though both had to go to different schools for some time. "Ah . . . . I miss them," whined the ten year old.

"It's all right, Tensa," Ichigo sighed as he patted at his hair. "I went to school and they have to go too. They both got a career to achieve, Yuzu as a culinary chef and Karin as a gym teacher in case her sport career didn't fall through."

"Tch, of course Aunt Karin'll become a soccer player," he pouted. ". . . . When will they come visit us, Mom?"

"Soon," he replied with a small smile.

"How soon?"

"Don't know, but I know it'll be soon enough," smiled Ichigo. "You know that Goat-Face's missing them too, always crying from day to day that all of his children are now grown." Tensa had to smile at that, though his grandfather was proud that everyone was moving on.

The next day, he was sleeping in late since it was the weekend until he was shaken lightly by someone. "Nnnhhh . . . . go away, Mom," he mumbled sleepily.

"I'm not your Mom, Tensa-kun . . . ." came a sweet voice. At that, the child's eyes opened and blinked as he glanced up. "Hey there . . . ."

"Aunt Yuzu!" he gasped sharply in joy, sitting up to hug the young woman tightly. "What're you doing here? I thought you're still at school."

"No, I came here to see my one and only cute nephew," smiled Yuzu.

"Where's Aunt Karin?"

"Oh, she's downstairs commenting about Starrk as usual," she replied, pushing her light brown hair back just as the child jolted out of the room. Tensa heard the tomboyish tone of Karin as he reached the kitchen, the black-haired woman grumbled to her older brother about her school days when she saw him.

"Hey, kid . . . ." she smiled warmly, giving him a light hug when he came up to her. "Ichigo's complaining about you missing us. Is that true?"

"Well, you guys are barely around anymore," he pouted.

"Don't worry, we'll hide out here from Goat-Face," she replied.

"Why . . . .?" sighed Starrk, dozing off every now and then.

"Once he sees them, he'll start crying," frowned Ichigo. "And then I have to beat him up."

"Well, now that's everyone's awake, I hope you don't mind that I make some breakfast!" smiled Yuzu as she entered the kitchen.

"Really? I'd like to see the five-star chef makes some good old-fashion scrambled eggs," he then smirked, and she playfully huffed at that.

"You're so mean, Ichi-nii," she sighed.

"I don't care, I'll eat anything you make, Aunt Yuzu," smiled Tensa.

"Yeah, all of us are starving," Karin smiled lightly.

97- Skills

Tensa's Soul Reaper skills were unique in its own way. By physical fighting, it was crossed between from fighting with his mother and grandfather and sparring with Grimmjow. Like Ichigo, his swordsman skills is mainly instinctive and original. But now, as he recently learned the Bankai of his zanpaku-tou, it was almost similar to that of an Arrancar's resureccion.

"Huh . . . . was that expected, since Ichigo's a Vizard?" asked Renji.

"It's possible but his reiatsu could have been influenced by Starrk's own reiatsu when he was just a baby," Urahara calculated. "It's too complex but I know that Kurotsuchi would ponder about that once he found out."

"Hell no, I'm staying away from that creepo," scoffed Tensa. "Anyway . . . . you wanna see it, Urahara? Only Renji and Mr. Kuchiki had saw it."

"Sure, I'd like to," he smiled behind his fan. Tensa nodded and took a deep breath, stabbing Shuukaku no Tsuki into the ground.

"Bankai . . . .!" he called out, and dense mist instantly shot out from the blade. It engulfed him as he felt the changes over his body. ". . . . Ookami Shuukaku no Tsuki," he proclaimed as the mist dispersed. It was like Urahara had hypothesized, Starrk's powers from long ago had influenced his own even before his developement. His limbs were covered in grey fur as well as a fur cloak. His sword was gone and was replaced by extra sharp claws on his fingers.

". . . . What do you think?" he asked, his 'tail' wagged a little.

"Well, it's something," mused Urahara. "It's no different from Hitsugaya's Bankai in appearance but I guess this is far more than meets the eye."

"Really? 'Cause I was like 'okay' when I learned of my Bankai, but Shuukaku was okay with it and I am too," he smiled a little.

"And like Ichigo, you achieved it on such a short time," smirked Renji. "Guess the apple doesn't fall far from the Kurosaki tree."

"Yes, we're nothing but freaks when it comes to our spiritual abilities," he scoffed sarcastically.

"Although . . . ." the red-head smirked, as he hauled his whip-like blade over his shoulder. "I'd like to see if you're like Ichigo, care to spar with me then?"

"Ah, you know what happens when you hurt me if we fight, Renji?" smirked Tensa.

"Ichi's gonna rip my arms off and shove them up my ass, yeah I get it," he laughed a little. "Bankai . . . .!"

98- Girlfriend

"Naomi . . . . you know that Tensa's helping out Starrk today," muttered Ichigo, as he met the teen girl in his office.

"I know, I just wanted to ask you something," she mumbled.

"Oh . . . . luckily for you, it's a slow day," he nodded as he escorted her into his office. "So, what is it that you want, Naomi?" he asked, closing the door.

"Well . . . . you know I . . . . like Tensa, right?" she asked sheepishly with a light blush.

"It was obvious on the first day," he smiled. "So now what, you want to tell him your feelings, right?"

"Um, yes?"

Ichigo sighed and nodded in sympathy. "I understand. You want my advice? Do it as soon as possible, Naomi."

"Huh? Dr. Kurosaki . . . .?" Naomi frowned in confusion.

"Think about it . . . . if you don't do it now, then you might not have another chance of being with my son," he sighed. "Look at Miss Orihime . . . . we knew each other since high school. I was oblivious to her feelings for me because she had never told it to me. And because of that . . . . I'm with a guy." He smiled sheepishly as he fiddled with his gold band. "But she had never regretted it, we're still the best of friends. And now, you're just like her, falling for a guy who is too dumb to notice certain things."

"So . . . . you're saying that I must confess to him or else he'll turn gay?" she questioned. Ichigo blinked at her before he suddenly let out a loud chuckle.

"I don't think it'll work like that," he smirked. "No, I'm just saying that you're a decent girl, in fact normal for our dysfunctional family. It'd be nice one day . . . . if you guys got married."

"Eh? I-I don't think I'm ready for that yet!" she stuttered as her blush deepened but he smiled nonetheless.

"I know . . . . it's just that it's been years since a normal person is married into the family," he sighed deeply. "My late mother loved my father regardless of his eccentric personality. So I don't mind having you as a daughter-in-law . . . ." He patted her on the shoulder and sighed again. "Now go to Starrk's and tell him, Naomi."

"Ah, okay . . . . thank you, Dr. Kurosaki," she smiled a little.

"No problem," he smiled back when she left. Then his smile lessened to a light frown. "If Tensa makes me a grandparent before 40, I'll kill him myself . . . ." he mumbled to himself.

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