Secrets of the Forgotten Akato Family

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The teen gives the adult an incredulous look, blinking several times before finally responding, “Uh, yeah. Right,” she agrees half-heartedly, definitely put off by the older man’s strange and sudden enthusiasm. 

Retsu nearly rolls her eyes--the poor guy's already done all of that stuff, save for the ice-pack. Well, and it's not like he can stop drinking fluids either. But still. Another bath--? What a pain. Regardless, the brunette keeps her expression completely neutral, not giving anything away.

He immediately shoved the thermometer in Ichigo’s mouth, waiting anxiously for the tiny beep. His son scowled as he laid there, still trying to show some form of defiance. It made Isshin shake his head and chuckled lightly. Not matter how much Ichigo didn’t want to admit it…he was very much like the old Shinigami. Restu brought over the rag with ice in it. He muttered a thanks and resumed waiting for the thermometer. Finally it beeped. He quickly took it out while placing the rag full of ice on top of his son’s head. Ichigo too the rag, holding it in place as a small cough came. “Ooh…that’s not a good temp to have…”

The teen gives the adult an incredulous look, blinking several times before finally responding, "Uh, yeah. Right," she agrees half-heartedly, definitely put off by the older man's strange and sudden enthusiasm. 

"You don’t have to thank me," the teen grunts gruffly, glancing at the man for only a moment before returning her gaze on his wound. “I tend to go a bit…overboard, when I fight. This wouldn’t be the first time I’ve hurt someone unintentionally." Frowning and sighing, she pauses for a moment. “And probably won’t be the last," she mutters quietly, her expression dropping.

"What, you don’t believe it? I know they’re a bit much, but… they do care about you, you know." He sighed. He knew she was going to be stubborn, but he hoped he’d be able to make her talk. 

"No. I know they care," she huffs, her expression becoming slightly annoyed as she glances back at him—until her heart grows heavy at the thought. Yes, they do care, very much. More than anyone else has ever cared for her. Even their parents. Her expression falling, the teen turns her head away, trying to hide it from him. 

"Hey…" Uryuu said softly, reaching a hand out to put on her shoulder. "What’s wrong?" 

"Nothing—" Retsu bites back sharply, her shoulder flinching out from beneath his hand as her gaze returns to him. "It’s nothing," she sighs, losing the will to be angry. A first for her, truly. "Can you just—" Heaving out another sigh, the girl turns her back on the boy. "Just—leave me alone… Whatever it is you want from me—it can wait, can’t it?"

Isshin hurried in, not wanting to waste time. He stopped dead when he saw Ichigo. His son looked a little worse for wear. Actually…a lot worse for wear. He went to his sick child, getting on his knees and feeling the forehead with the back of his hand. “Hmmm…that’s a high temp you have there, kido.” He turned to Retsu, dead serious. “I need a thermometer and possibly a bag of ice wrapped in a dishrag. Now.”

Retsu scowls slightly, not liking being ordered around one bit, but she does as he asks anyway. For Ichigo. She grabs the thermometer from the counter, which she was going to use but Ichigo kept drinking fluids so she couldn’t and brings it over to him. Then she returns to the kitchen. Since she doesn’t have any bags, she improvises with a rag, forming it into a sack and tying off the ends. She wraps it with another for good measure then brings that to Isshin as well.

He immediately shoved the thermometer in Ichigo’s mouth, waiting anxiously for the tiny beep. His son scowled as he laid there, still trying to show some form of defiance. It made Isshin shake his head and chuckled lightly. Not matter how much Ichigo didn’t want to admit it…he was very much like the old Shinigami. Restu brought over the rag with ice in it. He muttered a thanks and resumed waiting for the thermometer. Finally it beeped. He quickly took it out while placing the rag full of ice on top of his son’s head. Ichigo too the rag, holding it in place as a small cough came. “Ooh…that’s not a good temp to have…”