DISCLAIMER: I do not own BLEACH or any of its characters
Lemons Lemons very explicit dirty. Smutty. Lemons.
Authors Note
It took me so long to come back to this story because something just wasn't right. I wanted to write about teenage Yoru and Kisuke but I was writing about them how they are now in the current storyline but in teenage bodies, and not like two horny hormone filled teenagers that are hot and basically have the run of things. So the story is primarily the same but its gonna be even a bit more lemony, if that's possible( and with me it is) XD
So expect a more pervy Kisuke and a sexy tsundere Yoruichi
Beta by- DeviantHollow
House Of Godly Gears
Chapter 1
Yoruichi swung fiercely. It was easy just like breathing, being a fighter. He was good, almost as good as her... but not quite. She smiled.
He studied, researching more than his hand to hand. If it came down to anything he was ranked two, while she was number one. It was on her bloodline, her clan.
Yoruichi smile as she easily dodged a kick aimed at her head. He was changing it up today, pulling out the stops. But she still waltzed around his attacks like taking a stroll in the park. She landed just a few paces from him. Her back turned, her long deep purple ponytail waving behind her like a flag. She stretched her arms in a long mocking yawn.
"Don't underestimate me, princess." he huffed smiling at her confidence. It was another thing of many that he loved about her.
She turned around glaring at her sparring partner and best-friend, Kisuke Urahara. She had told him a million times not to call her that. He did it just to make her angry and it always worked.
Kisuke was moist with sweat, his happy, gray eyes fierce and focused. He always bet her that he would win their sparring match. His desired prize was always the same, as well.
She had said no repeatedly because that was just too big a step for her to take, over something so trivial as a sparring match, beside deep down she was still mad at him about the day in the meadow.
But today he had something simple, something she could go for; a night of making out with her.
She would win this round, like all the rest; so it was kind of sad, because he was really trying so hard.
He had a mind for books; it came easy for him, just like combat and fighting came easy to her.
She swung at him again, her winning blow. But he ducked, her eyes cut to her back when suddenly he was there. She put her hand up to block his kick to her head. He landed a punch, though it wasn't full force, to her abdomen.
She sunk to her knees, not because of the blow but because of the verdict. Her eyes wide in astonishment.
He won...
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Kisuke smiled wickedly, his sandy blonde hair hanging in his eyes. He brushed it away hurriedly watching with baited breath as the female attendants of the Shihouin mansion chatted casually while walking into to the large bathhouse. His eyes widened in joy as his cock swelled to see the nubile young bodies of the lovely attendants to his princess Shihouin.
"Boobies! Boobies! Boobies!" He said to himself as the happily chirping girls lowered their towels, one by one, and began washing themselves. He watched drooling as they began to gently touch each other. Miyuki had dipped a cloth in the warm water and soaped it up. Kisuke watched intently as she reached for Tanis and began washing the young maid's back. The strawberry blonde giggled, her breasts jiggling ever so slightly as the clothe hit her. Kisuke took a breath trying to take in all the sights of lithe and nubile young women touching and caressing each other.
their soft feminine voices and laughs, Long curls or wisps of hair that they had pulled back to keep from getting wet, clung to backs and cheeks or necks.
He saw himself in the midst of the girls, a welcome visitor. Being embraced, caressed, licked and kissed. He assured them all that they would received the same.
Their glistening skin, the bubbles that rolled over the luscious curves if their breasts, the flat plains of the firm bellies and inviting lines of the long creamy thighs.
Then the treasure, the honey pot, the triangle of his desire. whether the cut close or curly hair of the dozen or so mounds. Their pussy lips just barley visible. he wanted to reach out and touch them, spread those lips of each one and taste. Some he had tasted before, but he was definately ready for seconds.
His gray eye ogled lecherously, the delicious young females before him, as he began to stroke himself. He had his face pressed hard against the wooden panel constituting the wall of the bath house.
His cock was straining against the fabric of his fundoshi.
He giggled wildly watching the girls frolic.
"Oh, Miyuki-san, so beautiful. Oh! You too, Sango. Mmm, Risa, I knew it. Sui, lovely." He sang.
He wiped drool from his chin, rubbing himself excitedly.
An attendant, spotting a flickering on the wall, stared at the small hole.
"Urahara-san!" High pitched squeals and screams erupted as the girls quickly covered themselves running from the bath or sank deeper into the water.
Yoruichi heard the clatter of ladies. With a shake of her head she rose from her calligraphy lesson. Her teacher was about to scold her when she cut him a dirty look. The older and thoroughly frightened man, sunk back on his cushion.
Yoruichi stormed down the hall, across the small room then into the bathhouse, seeing Kisuke still pressed to the wall.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow!" Kisuke yelped being pulled forcibly by the ear. Yoruichi scowled as she drug him to the crowd of toweled and very angry maidens.
"There you go ladies. Have at him." She looked down at him coldly, as he stared up at her apologetically.
A smile curled on her lips hearing Kisuke scream as the beating began... the smile faded, to lonesomeness.
It wasn't always like this, her having to stop his perverted action. They were friends, the best of friends. It had seemed to be like that forever…
In Rukongai, Kisuke thought that she was a "he" for almost 5 years.
They'd play in the streets, causing mischief and getting into fights. Yoruichi was the toughest "boy" he knew, they were best-friends, inseparable even.
Urahara had boldly shared his dream of wanting to become a shinigami and eventually use that place to run more experiments for whatever crossed his mind, to have his own lab and work with other great minds. Yoruichi didn't pretend to understand all of Urahara's far-reaching plans and experiments but she listened earnestly and was very supportive.
In Rukongai, Kisuke and Yoruichi were banned from several districts, due to Kisuke's wayward experiments causing explosions or fires. Which Kisuke noted were easily contained, though, and no one was hurt.
One spring, Yoruichi stopped coming to the Rukongai, Kisuke thought that something bad had happened to "him". He looked for "him" for weeks. A couple of months later Kisuke was approached by a Shinigami, a Captain Ukitake, who told him that a noble family wanted to take him in so he could train and hone his skills to become a shinigami himself. And one day he'd be able to run all the experiments he wanted to with his very own lab.
This was a dream come true for Kisuke, and the one person he wanted to share it with was his best friend, Yoruichi. Kisuke was heart-broken and torn taking the invitation from the Shihouin clan while he thought he'd never see his best friend again.
His first night in the Shihouin mansion had been exciting and overwhelming. Meeting Tessai, another boy a few years older than him, also living in the mansion. Tessai told Kisuke that they'd be studying and training with the princess Shihouin. She was a beautiful, radiant, fun and unusual girl. Kisuke found out how unusual, that very night when he was in the courtyard. The wild and completely naked princess ran right into him as she was running from her maids, who were trying to get her to bathe.
"Yoru- Yoruichi!" Kisuke had said recognizing his friend's face, but not the budding girls body from the neck down. In Rukongai, Yoruichi wore "his" dark purple hair in a braid and a baggy short kimono, like any other "boy".
"Ki.. su.. ke." Yoruichi had stuttered out. Then realizing her nakedness, shunpoed away. The next few days and weeks had been awkward. Kisuke was attracted to Yoruichi but also extremely angry at her for lying to him for so many years.
"Well, you never asked if I was a girl." she had said later.
"I didn't think I had to." Kisuke had retorted.
It wasn't until a heated, intense sparring session in their hand to hand combat class, that they "fought" their way through their past difficulties, becoming best friends again.
The Shihouin Mansion and the whole Seireitei was their playground. Once again they became inseparable.
Now they were at the Spiritual Arts Academy, training to be shinigami. Yoruichi knew right after graduation, that was still a year or 2 away, she'd be taking over as Onimitsukido Commander-in-Chief. She told Kisuke if he wanted it, he'd have a seat in her squad.
"Where else would I go?" He'd say absently, staring at her chest or trying to kiss her.
They talked over their future plans in the underground training facility he'd built for them, under the Soukyoku Hill. They'd spend most of their free time there. No one else but Tessai knew it existed and they could fight, train or sleep undisturbed.
Lately however, she had been invisible to him in a way. Not that she wanted him spying on her the way he did with attendants but he didn't even try. She looked at the supple brown skin into the mirror of her room. She had full breasts, long deep dark plum-colored hair, a small waist. All the other boys at school found her quite appealing, though they were afraid to approach her due to her guards, but she saw them looking. That wasn't the case with Kisuke.
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To be continued...