[18] [Bleach] Isshin & Masaki

[grassangel]

Title: Isshin & Masaki

Theme: 18, 'will you still call me superman'
Series: Bleach
Characters/Paring: Isshin/Masaki, the rest of the Kurosaki family
Rating: PG

Note: Well, this is a change from my angsty!Masaki as well as all my other how-did-they-meet fics. And yes, Isshin was made her superhero because he paid her parking ticket for her.
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Superman. Same goes with Bleach for that matter.

 

"Dad? How'd you meet mom?" That inquisitive orange head asked, blinking curiously at his two parents, one labouriously checking that his younger sister didn't fling mashed sweet potato everywhere and the other trying to unstick rice from the bottom of the rice maker.

"Well er, Ichigo..." Isshin started waving the rice spoon around, vaguely trying to conjure up a story from somewhere.

"He came swooping down from the sky like Superman and saved me," Masaki interrupted, smiling from her task of keeping sweet potato away from the reach of Yuzu's spoon, "He was very brave."

Her son's head snapped to attention as she mentioned Superman. "What'd he save you from?" his big brown eyes questioning as he drank from his tumbler, orange juice dribbling slightly to one side.

"I saved her from a legion of menacing bad guys who were lying in wait to scoop her up and carry away with her so that they could hold her ransom to her parents. But! She had such a pretty face I had to step in and rescue from her treacherous fate." The rice spoon flew about, being gestured high in the air to the flowery apron as Ichigo's father clasped it close to his chest.

"Oh hush!" The spoon which had been now confisticated off Yuzu was pointed sharply in her husband's direction, cutting off his theatrics, "It was nothing as dramatic as that. Really," Masaki looked back to her son, "he was just doing the right thing. He stepped in to protect me, just like any knight would to save a fair maiden." She smiled before turning her attention back to the demanding mouth she was seeing to.

"So Dad's a knight?"

"What I'm no longer Superman?" Two inquisitive voices directed themselves at her, one half-screeching and the other softly innocent. She sighed at the both of them, ending up aiming the spoonful of sweet potato at her husband's apron.

"I'll talk to you later about whether you're Superman or not." Masaki ended the conversation by switching attention to the other twin who was swirling her left over potato in an act of boredom, looking set to follow her mother's example.

A few spoonfuls of sweet potato and dry rice later, as dishes were being washed, a pair of hairy arms wrapped their way around Masaki's waist.
"So, am I still your Superman?"

"As long as you are always there to sweet talk your way into paying my parking ticket, you will be." She turned her head to peck him on the cheek, asking, "Now, will you help me with the dishes?"