Summary: "You don't really want to kill me, do you?" Urahara lay on the wooden floor, smiling as he stared up at the knife pointed at him.
Urahara x Ichigo
I couldn't tell you why Ichigo would go so far as to threaten Urahara with a knife, but I will say this. It's all Japanese fan's fault for drawing such wonderful and inspiring fanart.
Written in '06.
Disclaimer: I make no money from writing or posting this. I don't claim to own Bleach or it's characters/world. I write for fun, not profit.
"You don't really want to kill me, do you?" Urahara lay on the wooden floor, smiling as he stared up at the knife pointed at him.
The knife-wielder looked down into Urahara's face, orange bangs shadowing his eyes. He was straddling the other man and had a knife pointed at his chest.
"…"
Urahara's arm reached out to him, ignoring the knife and pressing his hand into Ichigo's cheek gently. After a moment Ichigo leaned into it and the hand holding the knife lowered. Urahara caressed his cheek, and Ichigo leaned forward until their foreheads were pressed together, and knife clattering uselessly to the floor away from them.
"You should have told me."
"I know. I'm sorry." Urahara whispered into Ichigo's lips, before pressing them together gently. They pulled back and were preparing to sit up, when the sound of a door made Ichigo jump.
"Oh, isn't this sweet?" Yoruichi grinned at them with her hands on her hips. Ichigo flushed beet red and started sputtering. Urahara met Yoruichi's eyes and winked. After a moment, Yoruichi nodded at him and grinned.
"There, there." Urahara patted Ichigo's head, causing him to start spouting angry words at him, but he didn't really mean them. Well, except the perverted old man one.