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Disclaimer: I DON’T OWN THEM! Though this time, I can say that I DO own a character for a change. –laughs- The character of Kuchiki Tomi.

Warnings: Fluff, WAFF. Shonen-Ai. Humour. OC (and I’ve never written an OC before.)

Notes: Well, after MUCH prompting, I decided to continue this story, if only for another two or three chapters. So far, the first was Tomi’s birth, the second is Tomi at age eight and the third will be Tomi at age twenty-five. The response to Renji and Byakuya being parents seemed to be far too exciting to everyone for me to simply leave it where it ended, though the first chapter COULD be it’s own story. This will be set eight years in the future, making Tomi eight, of course, but simply because I can’t figure out how shinigami age, we’ll go with eight as his age and simplify it a bit. For reference, when Tomi refers to his parents and others with formalities, they’re childish familial names, like Papa and Uncle.


In Soul Society, because of the familial situation when lonely souls gather, it’s easy to create a family out of different types of people. There could be an entire group of women who all call one member Mother while the rest call each other Sister. It usually consisted of a man and a woman taking care of young children of both sexes, creating a more traditional family of sorts.

With groups of men, the idea was the same. There was the older, more fatherly adult and each of the boys called one another Brother. In Byakuya and Renji’s situation, they were both called Father. The brilliant little boy whom they had sired together knew nothing else, other than the two loving men as his parents. And since his friends in Rukongai had similar home lives, boys whom Renji had convinced Byakuya were safe, Tomi saw little difference in what went on in his own home.

Besides, as the son of a Kuchiki, the boy was hardly worried about anything other than his own future.


“Byakuya-chi!”

The longhaired nobleman looked up from his work as the wide-eyed young heir slid the shouji screen aside, peering excitedly into the elder man’s reading room. He stepped in and then the captain noticed a package in the boy’s other hand, something neatly wrapped in brown paper.

“You have to see what Renji-chi brought back for me from the living world!”

Byakuya rolled his eyes slightly but managed a smile after holding up his hand for a moment of silence, setting his scrollwork aside and putting the lid over his inkblot. The boy always seemed to tip it over when he was in just such a mood.

“Honestly, Tomi. You must behave more like the nobility you are. What would Genryuusai-dono say if he saw you acting so childishly?”

The boy lowered his head slightly and gave a short bow before jiggling the hand holding the package. The once cold and dangerous captain shook his head and smiled broadly at his son, allowing him his time to show the item off. The string had already been cut and was retied in a bow, his small hands undoing it quickly and unfolding it after moving closer and resting it on the low table, kneeling on the floor to be at his father’s level.

Out of the crinkled wrapping came an object, or a pair of objects really, that the elder Kuchiki inwardly groaned at, mentally chalking up a list of things he’d have to reprimand his lover on. As any responsible shinigami parent will tell you, venturing into the living realm to buy your child a pair of fuzzy dice is not a well thought out plan.

“They’re absolutely lovely, Tomi. Are you going to hang them in your room?”

“I am! Can I hang them in my window?”

“Of course you can. But before you go, tell me where your father is right now.”

“Ano, Renji-chi said he was going to visit Kira-san.”

Byakuya nodded and smiled to the boy, who eagerly packed up his furry belongings and waited to be dismissed.

“Put those in your room and change into your outdoor clothes before you come back here. And don’t forget your scarf. We’re going to go for a walk.”

Tomi immediately fled from the room, light footsteps heard echoing down the hall because the door remained open, the sounds of his servants and most notably the boy’s nanny, calling out to the dark haired child as he headed to his room.

Shaking his head a second time and sighing out loud, the regal taichou unrolled his scroll and uncapped the ink, going back to his journal and chuckling softly as he added the previous conversation to it before tidying up and standing, brushing dust from his robes. According to the stack of scrolls behind him on the heavy shelves, the past eight years had been truly interesting.


In the third division headquarters, laughter emanated from the captain’s office as Renji and Kira enjoyed themselves, chatting over sake while they caught up on their past week of vice captain duties. It was almost a ritualistic thing, the redhead using the time Kira’s lover was out at meetings to enjoy his best friend’s company. He was happy that with the birth of their son, both he and Byakuya had been given time off to care for him, said time going on as long as they deemed fit. It seemed that Kuchiki influence extended even to the shobantai-taichou.

Though eight years older, the sixth division fukutaichou was just as lovely as he ever had been, his hair slightly longer and no longer held up in its strict sharp tail. It remained in a tie but high on his head now and draping over in a graceful arc, resembling a ponytail the ancient samurai used to wear.

Kira as well, his hair neatly trimmed to just above his eyebrow while the back started to grow longer, a style his lover was quite enamoured with and was loathe to let him change too much. He had filled out slightly, hours each week spent sparring with the stronger vice captain adding muscle to his upper body. He smiled broadly and tucked his legs up a bit further before cocking an ear towards the door and shifting to stand, setting his drink down and brushing his clothes free of cookie crumbs. Renji gave him an odd look as the blond crouched down a bit and posed in a defensive stance.

Seconds later, a streak of dark hair came in, running right for him and nearly tackling the slim fukutaichou, small arms wrapping around his neck as he hefted the boy up from the floor, one arm around his waist while the other tucked up under his behind.

“Kira-oji!!” The red-eyed youth squealed.

“Ohayo, Tomi-kun! How are you?”

He set the boy back down and stayed in a crouch as he spoke to him, still as interested as ever in the child’s colourations, his dark skin and eyes unmistakably belonging to Renji while the dark hair and delicate bone structure reflecting his Kuchiki heritage. There was no doubting that he’d be a wonderful leader when he grew up, not to mention that he’d be physically stunning.

“I’m good, Kira-oji! Byakuya-chi and I were heading to the market and he said I could come see you.” He looked around curiously. “Is Ichimaru-san around today?”

“He’s at a meeting this afternoon. I’ll be sure to tell him you came by.”

Kira knew that the boy was secretly frightened of Gin and he smiled at the relief that crossed Tomi’s face when he heard the answer he had been hoping for. He slipped a hand into his inside sleeve pocket and pulled out a handful of something, keeping his hand closed as he held it out, waiting for the child to open his hands and receive the gift. Once both palms had been put together in wait, Izuru dropped a good-sized portion of confetti candy into the waiting palms.

“Yatta! Sankyuu, Kira-oji!” He turned and showed the treats to Byakuya, who nodded and smiled down at him, and then to Renji, who snuck a hand out and snatched up a few pieces for himself, laughing out loud at the sight of the boy’s sour face.

“Kuchiki Tomi. What a terrible face. Behave yourself.” He chided playfully.

“Hai, Renji-chi!”

Satisfied with his son’s behaviour, Renji stood and approached his lover with a smile, winding an arm around his waist and placing a light kiss to his lips, earning himself a purr from the nobleman and a light grope to his read end.

“How was your trip, Renji? I admit; I missed you quite a bit.”

“Didja now? Well, It’s not like I spent a week enjoyin’ myself or anythin’.”

The elder man chuckled and leaned in to kiss the redhead a second time, breaking apart only when Kira cleared his throat politely behind them and pointed to their son as they turned to look. Tomi watched them with wide eyes, a look that had Renji written all over it.

“Ohhh, eww.”


After a lengthy visit with the blond fukutaichou, the sixth squad members, after crossing paths with Ichimaru in the hall and having to silence a talkative Tomi, left for home, the promise of a night spent in the garden before them as they walked peacefully through the streets of Seireitei.

In the high walled gardens of the Kuchiki estate, were flowers and trees galore, each one hand picked by the first Kuchiki to own the property, then lovingly cared for ever generation right down to Byakuya’s own. He was eager to get his son interested in their care so the fauna wouldn’t wither out. One would imagine that after twenty-eight generations, a family would become quite attached to their plants.

Dinner was waiting for them when they arrived home and the three men walked out to the shrine area, Byakuya and Renji settling down on the stone bench while Tomi did his best to be both adorable and irritating, running from plant to plant, asking odd questions that only a child could find interesting enough to ask. Though the shrine itself had held his attention for the first few years he was allowed to play near it, after being told that it belonged to his father’s wife, he was silenced. Not one more word had ever been asked about it.

“Oi, watch the pond, Tomi! Don’t get too close. I don’t wanna have to come after ya.”

The boy nodded to his red haired father and went about trying to catch a poor hell butterfly, the black creature flouncing merrily amongst the blossoms before darting off above Tomi’s head, the little Kuchiki jumping comically trying to catch it, despite the fact that the insect was far beyond his means to catch. Byakuya took pity on him after observing the adorable display and walked out to him, watched closely by his lover, who smiled warmly, as if amused by the nobleman’s love for their child.

Bright auburn eyes stared up into Byakuya’s own dark ones and Tomi’s face became one large grin, all teeth, his eyes squinted so that he almost resembled Ichimaru for a moment. Byakuya chuckled and held his right hand aloft, waiting barely a minute before another of the dark creatures landed on his pointer finger, slowly fanning its wings as he brought it down to the boy’s level, keeping his other hand out to swat small hands from the insect as Tomi tried to touch it.

“You mustn’t touch it, my son. Its wings are very delicate and even the slightest touch can harm it. It’s lovely enough to simply watch, isn’t it?”

There was a slight nod as the child again held his hand out but didn’t attempt to touch it, only held it out as if wanting it to alight on him. The elder Kuchiki knew that it wouldn’t, knowing that hell butterflies were strange things, only landing on those that could understand their silent voices. Byakuya gave his hand a little shake and watched it fly off, keeping said hand up and patting his beloved heir on the head lightly, earning himself a giggle and a swat.

From his vantage point on the bench, Renji could see where the scene was about to escalate to and he moved quickly to stand between the two men in his life, turning his back on Byakuya to stare his son down, his arms crossed and a pretend murderous look on his rough face.

“Are ya tryin’ to muscle in on my property, little man? I don’t think I can allow that.”

“But Renji-chi! Byakuya-chi started it!”

“Yeah? Well I’m finishin’ it.”

And with that, the shunpo master backed off towards the seat and watched the boys tussle, Renji on his back with Tomi held above him by strong arms, even tucking his legs in and letting the boy rest atop them, his arms out as if he were flying. Laughter echoed from the high stonewalls and settling his head back against the tree, Byakuya again felt the leaves rustle, despite the absolute lack of wind in the yard. He peered to his right and smiled at the shrine, nodding his head lightly as if answering a silent question.

“Aa, he’s everything you wanted, Hisana. I’m sorry that he was a few years too late.” A rustle again, this time showering a dozen or so petals down into the pond. “I’m glad you approve.”

“Ahh, Renji-chi! Not so hard! That tickles!”

“Are you givin’ me orders, little man?”

“Yeah, of course I am!” The boy stated proudly, his hands on his hips and the heirloom scarf ends both flung over one shoulder from their wrestling match. “I’m a Kuchiki! You have to obey me!”

Renji moved too fast for the little one to follow and he squealed when the redhead caught him up by the waist and flung him over his shoulder, turning with a brilliant smile and walking back to his lover.

“You hear this, Byakuya? Little brat thinks he’s some sorta royalty now.”

The elder man held his hands out as if asking for the rough and tumble fukutaichou to hand the boy over, grinning slightly as Tomi was indeed relinquished, giving a tiny squeak as he was settled into the captain’s lap.

“Well, technically he is, Renji. We Kuchiki are one of the four noble families. Nobility is as close to royalty as it gets in Soul Society. Except the King himself and his family, of course.”

“Un, I forgot about that. I suppose we common folk sorta forget from time to time-“

“Renji…”

“I know, I know. I’m not a commoner anymore.”

The dark haired youth ran both hands through his bangs and with a firm tug, pulled the tie from his own tiny ponytail to settle the hair around his shoulders. It was obviously Renji’s idea to let him grow it out, but considering both of his parents had long hair, it was only fitting. Besides, how could a proper nobleman wear his kenseikan in short hair?

A tiny yawn caught Byakuya’s attention and he was immediately on his feet, walking to the building while being followed closely by the younger shinigami, giving a slight wave to the nanny who appeared in the door, choosing to bathe the boy himself. There were some times when life was simply too hectic to be the child’s primary care giver but because of their recent ‘retirement’ from the Gotei 13, both men had been finding out the ups and downs of child rearing.


As it was, bathing was the most tedious, but it was also the most fulfilling.

Fully submerged in the cast iron tub that dominated the boy’s own private bathroom, Tomi sat nose deep in the water, hunched over to sit eye level with the bubbles Renji had so lovingly poured in, giving the water a few vicious swipes with his hand to lather it all up. It was only a mop of black hair in a sea of tiny light green orbs, a pair of mischievous red eyes peering up every few minutes.

Byakuya sat a ways away, just enjoy the view as Renji sat in only silk pants and slippers, a light indoor yukata for himself as he wasn’t about to get wet from the bath. Bubbles could be heard coming from the water and both men watched with smiles as the boy created them himself, puttering around in the scented liquid as if he were one of those human creations, the boat with automatic paddles.

He sat up and wiped the soap from his face before getting a bucket full of clean water dumped over his head, a squeal and a grunt of exertion later and he was standing up completely, Renji bent over the tub to finish rinsing him off, bucket after bucket of clean warm water poured over him until he shone. Wet handed, Renji gave Tomi’s behind a gentle smack but due to the wetness, it sounded much harder than it really was, the little one’s squeak of indignance echoing in the bathroom.

“Go on, get out. I have to dry ya before ya catch a cold.”

Obeying, Tomi stepped out and held his arms out to the sides, allowing the redhead space to dry him and giggling madly as he was tickled throughout the procedure, The elder Kuchiki’s eyes shining with admiration for the once harsh fukutaichou. He used to be so crude and untamed but now it was as if parenthood had finally calmed him down. It never dawned on the two men that maybe an eight year old could have taken care of himself but due to Renji’s tragic upbringing and Byakuya’s ignorance of his own, they decided that they would spend as much time with him as was socially acceptable and go from there.

“Alright, go with Byakuya-chi. He’ll getcha into bed.”

The child gave a small salute, no doubt something he had learned while in the company of Yachiru Kusajishi, the eleventh squad fukutaichou. Since finding out that Byakuya-chan had a son, Zaraki Kenpachi had been adamant about letting his daughter watch the boy so the men could have a few nights free a month, an undertaking the poor pink haired girl had hardly been prepared for. Though her energy level and eagerness to please helped a lot, especially considering Tomi’s penchant for mischief.

“I’m gonna clean up in here. You go ahead with him.”

“He’s not going to go quietly if you’re not there to say goodnight, Renji.”

“Aa, I know. I’m just gonna tidy a bit-“ He saw Byakuya’s look and rolled his eyes, smiling as he playfully snapped the wet towel at the elder man. “Don’t make me use it, ‘cause I will.”

“And you’ll lose your hands before the towel even makes it to me.”

The pony-tailed shinigami waggled his eyebrows and leaned forward for a brief kiss.
“Ohh, is that a promise? I love when ya tease me, Byakuya.”

Chuckling, the kenseikan wearing captain turned around and hands behind himself to protect his delectable rear end, made a quick dash to the child’s bedroom, already finding him deep in the covers with his favourite stuffed animal.
The little yellow animal had been a gift from Kurosaki Yuzu, when the boy had turned one, finding it to be her favourite when she was a little girl and without much argument from Ichigo, it had been given over and well loved by the little firebrand. Though a new host had to be found for Kon, in the end, he was glad to be rid of the lion’s body. His new suit was much better in his opinion. Who didn’t love panda bears?

“Have you made your wishes for tomorrow, Tomi?”

“I did. I even asked a question too. I hope I get an answer. I really need the answer.”

Byakuya sat on the edge of the bed and listened to both his son and his lover at the same time, pleased that Renji was just about finished.

“And what might that question have been?”

“I want to know why the tree in our yard moves when there’s no wind.”

The regal shinigami blanched slightly and lowered his voice a bit, not wanting the nanny, who was in the outer chamber, to hear.

“The tree…moves on its own?”

“It does! I saw it a couple days ago and again today.”

“Well what do you think it is?”

“Ghosts.” Said the boy, matter of factly.

The taichou chuckled and leaned over the boy with one arm holding himself aloft, gently brushing the bangs back from his elongated little face.
“You sound so sure of that. What exactly makes you so sure?”

“Well, I was sitting at the edge of the pond trying to catch the fish-…“

“Tomi.”

“Ano...I mean...I wasn’t really trying to catch them. I was just-…”

“I’m not going to punish you for it this time but I expect you to mind me next time and every time after that. Understood?”

“Hai, Byakuya-chi.”

“Good boy. Now give me a kiss so I can go to my own room. Renji-chi will be in shortly.”

The young Kuchiki sat up slightly and pecked his father on the cheek, immediately snuggling back down into the covers as the dark haired shinigami left. It was barely a minute before Renji reappeared, seeming more distressed and weary than he had when the bath had just finished, having been ignorant of just how much water a playing child can splash onto the floor.

He walked up to the bed wagging a threatening finger, one matched by the little one before he crouched down and kneeled beside the bed.

“Do I get my kiss now too? I don’t wanna be left out ya know.”

“’Course, Renji-chi!” And the tiny kiss was smacked noisily against the redhead’s tattooed forehead.

The markings had also been an item of immense interest to the boy when he was younger and still, it was hard for him to understand the meaning of them. One day he would be a shinigami himself, of that Byakuya was certain and then once the concept of zanpakutou came to light, the explanations could start anew.

“Ok, brat. I’m gonna send Hora-chan in so she can give ya your milk, ok?” He bopped the boy on the nose with one finger, receiving a scrunched up look in return.
“And tomorrow mornin’, you stay in here until she comes with your breakfast, got it? I don’t want ya wanderin’ the halls again.”

“Gomen, Renji-chi.”

“No reason to be sorry, kiddo. Just listen to what your father and I have to say and you’ll be good as gold, ne?”

“Hai!”

“Yosh. Night, brat.”

“Night, Renji-chi!”

The younger shinigami smiled as he stepped out into the antechamber and motioned for the nanny to go in with the small tray, the nightly ritual performed dutifully ever since Tomi was three. He simply couldn’t sleep without a good night from Renji and a glass of milk.

Byakuya was waiting for him and after winding his right arm around Renji’s waist and kissing him soundly, they retired to their own room for the night, intent on some alone time that only lovers could share.

Though now, after having gone to Unohana-taichou a second time after the boy was born, there was no chance of anything happening again to cause such a change in their lives. Whatever it was that she found, and later explained to Kurosaki Isshin, was fixed, to essentially sterilize Renji. The redhead couldn’t be happier. And in retrospect, according to his own libido, Byakuya couldn’t either.

After all, there were only so many times a man could hold back, before the need to take his own lover became overwhelming. In Renji’s mind, their entire situation could have been avoided if only the regal captain could have reined in his desires.

Damned Kuchiki hormones…