Urahara Shop
May 24, 2015 19:16:54 GMT -6
Post by Kita Miyamoto on May 24, 2015 19:16:54 GMT -6
“Change”:
Kita ran though the house in a flash still in her work clothes, another change of clothes tossed over her shoulder. Sliding across the floor in her sock feet on the freshly polished floor she caught the doorframe of the bathroom and ducked into the room. The door closed quickly behind her as she could hear Sojiro standing out in the common room calling out her name.
“Mom~ come on we are going to be late!” He looked to the clock to the wall.
“Sojiro I am hurrying as fast as I can. I am sorry I had to work later today.” Her voice came from the bathroom. “It doesn’t help that you and Gary changed the date on me because of the party tomorrow. I would have been ready if were still happening tomorrow.”
“Well if your birthday party would have been Friday instead of Thursday we would not have to worry about this.” Sojiro called out to her as he mumbled crossing his arms over his chest. “Now would we?”
The door to the bathroom opened as Kita looked down the hall at her son. “Do I detect an attitude?”
Sojiro’s eyes widened as he looked at his mother now standing in the hall. “No, mom.” He smiled at her, proving his point.
“Thank you,” Kita replied, turning toward her bedroom to drop off her dirty clothes in the hamper. “Go on outside and wait. I will be there in a second.”
Sojiro dropped his arms to his side doing as his mother said. “Please~ hurry. Another five minutes and we are going to be late. I told Gary we would be there at four.”
“I am hurrying, Sojiro. I. Am. Hurrying.” Kita called back grabbing her sandals from the closet as she shook her head.
It was hard to believe it had been six years. All three kids had grown up so much. It was hard to believe how much they had changed from what they were six years ago. Not just the kids, but everyone had changed. Ichigo, Vacanze, Yumiko, Karin and Yuzu, Orihime. Even Vale had changed. It was hard to believe he was the same person she knew ten years ago in Las Noches. The only thing that had not changed was Kita’s beloved, Gin Ichimaru. Still after eight years he laid in his coma. Nothing. Not an eye fluttered or a word spoke. Only slight movements that could easily be written off as a muscle spasm. However, Kita never lost hope nor did her love waver. She stayed faithful to him and would until the very end.
“MOOOOOOOOOM~ COOOOME~ OOOOON~!!” Sojiro called out from the front door.
Kita giggled softly as she quickly made her way to the front of the shop. “I am coming~” she called back in a sing song tone, carrying her shoes in her right hand. “Eight years old and never been around his father for influence. So I wonder where he gets his impatiens from. Though, come to think of it, Gin never was the impatient type.”
Kita giggled softly to herself making her way through the shop. The men in Orihime and her life tried hard to be the father figure Sojiro and Evita needed and they were doing wonderful jobs at it, but it seemed with each passing year something about Sojiro or Evita would resemble their real fathers. Kita did not mind so much with Sojiro, his heart was touched by the light like hers, and with Aizen dead. There was no fear of the darkness ever reaching him. Now Evita, even though being raised in a nurturing and loving home with Orihime and Ichigo she still showed signs of her real father. This really did not worry them because when she would act up either Juushiro or Kisuke would sit her down and they would have a long talk about her actions and how they affect people. It would always work. That was until she found something new to get into.
The only thing they could not get a hold on and stop, was Evita’s running off. She had worried her mother sick a few times and having the rest of them worried as well, out hunting for her, for hours. After four years of hunting for her, Kita had learned two of her favorite spots to disappear to the Mall and the Park. Kita was glad that Old man Gary knew them so well. It got to the point that when he would see her in the park alone he would bring her right back home or to the shop, and just like her father. Kita and Evita did not get along so well.
Stepping up to the door Kita had to take a step back as Sojiro turned and shouted for her again.
"MOOOOOOOM!!”
Kita blinked then giggled softly as Sojiro drew his hand to the back of his head rubbing it.
“Sorry mom,” Sojiro said looking away from her.
Kita rested her hand to his shoulder as she slid into her shoes. “If I did not know any better I would swear Ichigo was your father. You have picked up a lot of his habits.”
Kita ran though the house in a flash still in her work clothes, another change of clothes tossed over her shoulder. Sliding across the floor in her sock feet on the freshly polished floor she caught the doorframe of the bathroom and ducked into the room. The door closed quickly behind her as she could hear Sojiro standing out in the common room calling out her name.
“Mom~ come on we are going to be late!” He looked to the clock to the wall.
“Sojiro I am hurrying as fast as I can. I am sorry I had to work later today.” Her voice came from the bathroom. “It doesn’t help that you and Gary changed the date on me because of the party tomorrow. I would have been ready if were still happening tomorrow.”
“Well if your birthday party would have been Friday instead of Thursday we would not have to worry about this.” Sojiro called out to her as he mumbled crossing his arms over his chest. “Now would we?”
The door to the bathroom opened as Kita looked down the hall at her son. “Do I detect an attitude?”
Sojiro’s eyes widened as he looked at his mother now standing in the hall. “No, mom.” He smiled at her, proving his point.
“Thank you,” Kita replied, turning toward her bedroom to drop off her dirty clothes in the hamper. “Go on outside and wait. I will be there in a second.”
Sojiro dropped his arms to his side doing as his mother said. “Please~ hurry. Another five minutes and we are going to be late. I told Gary we would be there at four.”
“I am hurrying, Sojiro. I. Am. Hurrying.” Kita called back grabbing her sandals from the closet as she shook her head.
It was hard to believe it had been six years. All three kids had grown up so much. It was hard to believe how much they had changed from what they were six years ago. Not just the kids, but everyone had changed. Ichigo, Vacanze, Yumiko, Karin and Yuzu, Orihime. Even Vale had changed. It was hard to believe he was the same person she knew ten years ago in Las Noches. The only thing that had not changed was Kita’s beloved, Gin Ichimaru. Still after eight years he laid in his coma. Nothing. Not an eye fluttered or a word spoke. Only slight movements that could easily be written off as a muscle spasm. However, Kita never lost hope nor did her love waver. She stayed faithful to him and would until the very end.
“MOOOOOOOOOM~ COOOOME~ OOOOON~!!” Sojiro called out from the front door.
Kita giggled softly as she quickly made her way to the front of the shop. “I am coming~” she called back in a sing song tone, carrying her shoes in her right hand. “Eight years old and never been around his father for influence. So I wonder where he gets his impatiens from. Though, come to think of it, Gin never was the impatient type.”
Kita giggled softly to herself making her way through the shop. The men in Orihime and her life tried hard to be the father figure Sojiro and Evita needed and they were doing wonderful jobs at it, but it seemed with each passing year something about Sojiro or Evita would resemble their real fathers. Kita did not mind so much with Sojiro, his heart was touched by the light like hers, and with Aizen dead. There was no fear of the darkness ever reaching him. Now Evita, even though being raised in a nurturing and loving home with Orihime and Ichigo she still showed signs of her real father. This really did not worry them because when she would act up either Juushiro or Kisuke would sit her down and they would have a long talk about her actions and how they affect people. It would always work. That was until she found something new to get into.
The only thing they could not get a hold on and stop, was Evita’s running off. She had worried her mother sick a few times and having the rest of them worried as well, out hunting for her, for hours. After four years of hunting for her, Kita had learned two of her favorite spots to disappear to the Mall and the Park. Kita was glad that Old man Gary knew them so well. It got to the point that when he would see her in the park alone he would bring her right back home or to the shop, and just like her father. Kita and Evita did not get along so well.
Stepping up to the door Kita had to take a step back as Sojiro turned and shouted for her again.
"MOOOOOOOM!!”
Kita blinked then giggled softly as Sojiro drew his hand to the back of his head rubbing it.
“Sorry mom,” Sojiro said looking away from her.
Kita rested her hand to his shoulder as she slid into her shoes. “If I did not know any better I would swear Ichigo was your father. You have picked up a lot of his habits.”
