up, you whiny bastard. Rukia's resourceful, I'm sure she's fine." He said, ignoring the wild look in his friend's eye as he growled. "However in case you haven't noticed, your wife isn't the only one missing. Orihime took off without a damn word to me, too."

Renji's tattooed forehead connected with Ichigo's with a satisfying crack, knocking the substitute shinigami back and to the ground. To hell with being rational. He was ready to tear this town apart brick by brick in an attempt to find his pregnant wife. And he would be damned if he was going sit around meekly waiting for Ichigo to come up with another half-assed plan.

Paying Ichigo back in kind, his fist plowed into the orange haired man's jaw as he tried to risefrom the floor. Renji flicked the loose hair from his eyes and dropped to straddle the dazed ginger's waist before he had a chance to recover. Pinning Ichigo to the floor by his wrists, Renji bared his teeth at the struggling fool. "Rukia is in labor and I don't even know where she is, and you have the balls to bitch to me about your wife sneaking off?"

"You know, I've had questions about the two of you for years now."

The two men tangled on the floor froze, their animosity melting away in an instant as they looked up in surprise.

Isshin cocked his head, watching them in return and made a vague gesture with his hand. "You do understand, there's male bonding, and then, there's male bonding." He stated