...he older demon asked with a smile as he put down his book and perched on the edge of his desk.
"Can't a daughter just visit her father without needing a reason," she cheekily replied while plopping into one of his chairs.
His look turned slightly reproachful. "Well, perhaps if I'd seen you once in the last several weeks, but...I haven't. Where have you been, my girl?"
"Well," She hedged before looking her father directly in the eyes, "That's kind of the reason I'm here. You see, daddy, there's something I want...very badly. The only problem is that it belongs to someone else."
The demonic male smiled reassuringly at his pride and joy, "I fail to see the problem, precious..."
"What the hell is taking so long?" Rukia shouted to no one in particular...mainly because there was no one else around. She had gotten home over two hours ago and still, no Ichigo. She had some things to discuss with him and she was beginning to get irate at his absence. "Honestly...that man enjoys riding his horse way too much." Thinking about what happened so recently on that horse automatically put her in a better mood. Damn...he is soooo fucking good, she thought with a grin.
About an hour later, Ichigo and Diablo came meandering up the lane, both of them looked a bit like drowned rats...good looking, but drowned nonetheless. Rukia came out of the house, her eyes shooting...