With a yawn Yumichika stretched out on his comfy bed. Not yet awake, he spread his arms out and readied himself to wake for the day. What surprised him the most was the fact that he soon came to contact with something that shouldn't have been there.

Yumichika shot up and yelped a little as he flailed to the ground. He could actually feel the scowl coming over him as he raised himself up on the floor and rubbed his now sore back.

"Yumichika?" the familiar voice froze him in his tracks and he slowly looked up as he began to focus in on the world. "Yumichika!" He blinked wearily and the bald head of his former lover came into sight.

"Ikkaku" he seethed and pulled the sheets over his apparently naked body. Groaning, he lifted himself off of the ground and searched the room for his clothing. How did this even happen? Last night I didn't even drink..that much or..well do much of anything. Hm..where the hell am I?

As he looked around the room Yumichika noticed several things. One was the earthy colored décor that he would admit looked magnificent in the right light. The next was the frames of pictures littered around the place, most sloppily put together lying on the desk at the far side of the room. Another thing he saw was a naked Ikkaku just lounging on the bed with this confused expression on his face.

"What?" The bastard asked with an eyebrow raised. Yumichika's eyes narrowed and he looked around the room again.

"Where are my clothes?" he hurriedly asked and wrapped the sheets tighter around his body to ensure no skin was showing.

"What? Why- are you insane?" Ikkaku asked with amazement and sat up. Yumichika huffed and glanced back down at his former lover noticing just one more thing before turning, his face flushed a light pink, and opening the drawer behind him. If Ikkaku wouldn't tell him then he would just find them himself.

Yumichika saw that he had in fact picked the right drawer, apparently everything in it looked suspiciously like things he would wear. Especially that absolutely gorgeous silk kimono with the purple designs.

"Yumichika!" Ikkaku asked again with concern in his voice. Yumichika just ignored it and fiddled around the drawer until he found what he was looking for.

"Eh" he sounded out and continued to dress himself. That was until he heard an annoyance that he never thought would be within ten miles of him. It was a babies cry.

Yumichika watched with a surprised gaze as Ikkaku rolled his eyes and with a groan got up to walk over to the bassinette that he hadn't noticed before. His mouth snapped open as Ikkaku bent down and picked up an outrageously small baby with ease. How could Ikkaku be so calm? Even Yachiru wasn't that tiny when they had met her and he was still afraid to pick her up.

His back hit the dresser behind him and he clutched the sheet to his chest as Ikkaku turned toward him and began to soothe the screaming child. The bald man looked up at him with questioning.

"What's wrong with you?" Ikkaku snapped and sat back down on the bed. The little child he was holding continued to scream and soon began kicking as the wails got louder. After the initial shock wore off Yumichika blinked his eyes at the two and decided to answer.

"I- I think I died Ikkaku" he said seriously and nodded to himself with a big gulp. Suddenly loosing all his will to stand he slid down the dresser and landed with a thud as he stare at them.

"What?" Ikkaku snapped and set the baby on the bed, he seemed to be checking all over the baby for..something. Yumichika continued to nod and his eyes connected with Ikkaku's.

"I think I'm in hell" he said and pressed the back of his wrist to his forehead in an attempt to feel his temperature. Ikkaku grumbled to himself and looked down at him with scorn.

"Haha, look..he wants you" The bald man then lifted the child up and attempted to walk toward him but he just scooted away, you really couldn't be too careful with insane mind dwellings after all. Yes, that's what it is in Yumichika's head, just a messed up form of purgatory.

"No!" he objected and held his hand out as the shinigami moved closer.

"Yumichika" he warned and took another step, another scoot back. "What the hell is wrong with you!" he yelled and Yumichika flinched as a couple sounds of pounding fists could be heard on the bedroom door.

Ikkaku let out a whine and his body seemed to twist in irritation as he turned and set the baby back on the bed. He leaned down and pulled open a drawer right beside Yumichika's open and pulled out some pants. Yumichika's eyes stayed on the child on the bed as little voices came from the other side of the door. His heart beat hard as chorus' of 'Mommmmy' rang in.

"Shit" he swore and looked for an exit. He really didn't know why Ikkaku was surrounded by children but he certainly knew he wasn't their mother.

Ikkaku walked over to the door and let out a loud "Ah!" and held his hands up. Yumichika couldn't see who stood on the other side of the door but it seemed they were ready to burst in. The child on the bed was still screaming his head off and Yumichika really couldn't get away from the ringing in his head.

"Mom!" a little voice said from the door and Yumichika watched as Ikkaku lifted his foot, apparently stopping whatever was trying to wedge themselves in.

Yumichika's eyes nearly popped out as two children, looking maybe 7 or 8, sprang from either side of Ikkaku's legs and ran over to him. One was a little girl with long fair purple hair and the other was a boy with shoulder length black hair and these big blue eyes that Yumichika actually had to take a second look at to make sure he hadn't imagined it. Aside from the differences in eye color and the two looked exactly identical to each other. They weren't dressed in anything but long gowns, presumably because it was so early in the morning.

"Mommy" the little girl said and her attention seemed to snap over to the crying infant on the bed. The girl raised onto her tip toes and peered over at the fidgeting baby from the side of the mattress. Silently Yumichika wondered why the hell he hadn't noticed that he had been laying on an actual mattress in the first place, but later for that, now was a time to figure out what the hell was going on. Also, why the hell these children were addressing him as 'mommy' and staring their big beautiful eyes at him. "Can I play with the baby?"

"Uhm-" after careful consideration Yumichika pondered to himself and made the decision that had the least to do with him. "Yes?" he offered and watched as the pretty girl's face lit up in a smile that he would never admit slightly mirrored his own radiant one. But before the little one's hand's connected Ikkaku snatched the infant up with one arm and cradled him to his chest. He looked down at the child and his eyes narrowed.

"No you cannot play with the baby" he said sternly.

"But Daddy! Momma said-" the girl tried but her argument faded mid sentence as she looked up into the eyes of her 'father'.

"Tamiko! Yuu Saburo! I'm gonna beat the both of ya!-"

"What! I didn't do anything-" The boy shouted up at Ikkaku and Yumichika glanced over at the boy as his small reatsu flickered in anger.

"Ya did!" Ikkaku yelled back and towered over the little man. Yumichika thread his finger's through his hair and swore to himself and tried to figure out where his life had gone. He blocked out the crying child, the now three arguing buffoons, and a head ache began to appear in his head.

"Alright" Yumichika said slowly and flinched away as a hand came to his knee.

"Hey momma-" the little girl said quietly and knelt in front of him, her almost black eyes looking up at him in innocence. "Can I play with the-"

"Koi, your mom needs rest!" Ikkaku raged and grabbed the girl by her arm to pull her away. "Daijiro!" The bald man was yelling and kicking at the wall, one arm with an infant the other holding a struggling child. "Dai-"

"I heard you!" A booming voice exploded into the room. A tall teen walked into the room and plucked the little girl from Ikkaku. It was then that Yumichika realized what their names meant.

"Jiro?" he whispered to himself and searched for the meaning. "Saburo? I-Oh shit!" he yelled out and smacked himself on the head. Second son, third son- how many- this just isn't looking good for me.

It seemed that time stopped in the room and everyone slowly turned to look at him with that same shocked face on. Even the infant seemed to quiet down to the uneasy rocking of Ikkaku. Suddenly the little boy laughed grandly and spoke lowly to him.

"Mom, that's a bad word" Ikkaku 'hm'ed to himself and turned back to the taller boy. Them ignoring him gave him a chance now to look at the boy that Ikkaku had been calling. His name was Daijiro and he was almost tall as his 'father', his hair was short and messily sticking up from several places that looked intentional. But the boy of, maybe 16?, didn't really look like Ikkaku. He had the body type but his face..it looked eerily familiar.

"Alright kids-" Ikkaku started slowly and pulled Yuu Saburo away from Yumichika. "Mom's just havin' a nervous breakdown, maybe we should leave"

"We!" Daijiro exclaimed with shock as he picked Yuu up with his other arm and looked at Yumichika like he had grown a dick on his forehead.

"What am I gonna do?" Ikkaku fired back and began leading kids out of the room. "Come on, everyone back to their room. Yumichika stay"

Yumichika rolled his eyes and watched as the door closed. He didn't know what to do. Yumichika did the only thing he could think of and sprung to the only other door in the room. Relieved to find a bathroom with a window, Yumichika locked the door behind him and took a deep breath as he dressed in the clothes he had found. He had to get out of here, this wasn't how life was like. He needed to leave and figure out how to correct this horrible fate.

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Thanks for reading! This will be a short one, couple chapters, most likely one every week.

This came about after reading 'Loving Without a Heart and Loving the Heartless' by Nerdyrobotlove2. It's a really sweet story so you should read it!

Next Chapter: More kids, confused/angry Yumichika, & a bit of the new world.

-cole-