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In this world, the Kurosaki family died with a secret, Masaki was a gift, a blessing of sorts. Though not blood she was their daughter and they refused to chance that someone would harm her so they claimed blood because being a pureblood Qunicy was safer than a Kitsune.
Masaki learned to use Quincy abilities, and hide her slowly budding Kitsune ones though that was easy, as it took a century for Kitsune to gain their first tail of power.
When she saved Isshin, and then when he saved her, she didn’t say a word to disillusion the assumption she was Quincy. Even when she fell in love with Isshin, and Isshin fell in love with her.
She knew with certainty that only a Kami could give her, that it wasn’t time for that information to be known. When she became pregnant, Masaki knew why there fates and plans in the work and her child would need an extra trick up their sleeve.
When Ichigo was born, everyone expected a boy. All the ultrasounds said, boy. Even the spell Masaki let Tessai use the said boy.
When Ichigo was born and was very much a girl. Masaki laughed and knew that Ichigo would take after her more than her confused husband would realize.
A trickster before she was even born.