Just a tiny moment between Toshiro and Kai.

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He was supposed to have left.

Rukia had made that clear when she barricaded herself in the bathroom.

He didn't.

Instead he was sitting in Kai's room, staring at the girl that was supposed to be asleep. He wasn't sure exactly when she had woken up, but she was looking at him with large violet blue eyes. And he was seeing what Rukia was talking about.

She was a small child that probably didn't have a clue about the world around her, but that little girl was looking at him like he was her world. Like nothing else would matter as long as her daddy stuck to her side and kept her safe. It was stupid to think she could even know what that would mean, but for some reason the stupid thought wouldn't leave him alone.

"I don't hate you." He muttered. "I just know what I'm supposed to do." He sighed. "Which is annoying as hell, good God if you're as smart as me one day I hope you don't land in this sort of situation. Not having the answers to every question that is asked is annoying as hell. And God forbid it happens with that Zaraki Idiot's kid." She blinked at him. "And don't get me wrong, you're a…nice kid. Cry a lot, but I can deal with that, but I've never had to deal with children like your mother did." She was really looking at him now like she was interested.

"That is another thing I don't understand. If you're in love aren't you supposed to be feeling butterflies or some crap like that? That's not what I feel, but what I feel for her I didn't even feel for Hinamori, which is just wrong cause I've actually shared a bed with Hinamori. Not that you should even attempt shit like that. Ok?" he looked at her, waiting for a response.

"Shit."

He blinked. "Fuck, don't say things like that! You're mother is…"

"Fuck…"

"No! No saying such things. Bad, those are bad words and you'll get scolded for it." She blinked at him. "You don't have a clue what I'm saying do you. You're just repeating everything you find interesting. Find something else interesting, those words aren't good for…your health." What were the chances of a baby believing him anyway?

He sighed. "Look, the most important thing you should know is that I don't hate you. You're a good kid. Insane as hell, I guess, but good nonetheless. I'm not sure I love you, I'm not sure I'm in love with your mom. I'm not sure about a lot of things when it comes to you and your mother, but I promise to try and be the best dad you'll ever have, ok? Not that you can have any other dad unless I keel over and die, but I'll try and be the best dad I can ok?"

"Love."

He smiled faintly. "Yeah, I know. Your mom loves you too and I promise to get there eventually."

"Da!"

It was a promise.