The sequel to Premature Justice, let see where Utsumi's adventures take him. Quick question IchiRuki or IchiHime?
One hundred years. Over one hundred years and there had been nothing. Not one sign that Aizen has acted on what he started all that time ago. Since then Urahara, Tessai, two children called Jinta dn Ururu as well as himself. The two children kept to the store tidy much to Tessai's pleasure, at least until they start ignoring their duties and he has to order them to do it personally. Utsumi kept the shops numbers in line. Urahara and Utsumi had become close friends since he had returned from the Soul Society. Urahara had given Utsumi a gigai to use while in the world of the living as, with Utsumi's Reiatsu, he could attract Hollows to the town.
He was sitting outside of Urahara's shop enjoying the peaceful, night sky, he felt the cool night breeze brush through his thin black vest and pajamas. It was the middle of the night when he felt it. Another Reiatsu in the town. Stay out of it Kaito, it's none of your business he chanted internally. Yoruichi and Utsumi had told themselves they are going to stay out of the Soul Society's business at all costs until Aizen carries out his plan, if in fact there was plan. They said that until Aizen acts, they will avoid Shinigami at all costs. He ran his hands through his brown wavy hair and looked up at the full moon.
The sound of small feet startle him from his thoughts. He turned around and saw Ururu, a meek little girl who works for Urahara, dressed in her purple pajamas. Utsumi hasn't really spoken to her since she started working her, since she seems so shy. "Hey Ururu, what are you doing up?" He wondered.
The little girl tilted her head to the side as if she was question, "Me? Oh ummm, I was thirsty and had a glass of water, then I saw someone out here and it was you, I'll just go back to bed now." she rambled and turned headed back into the store.
Utsumi shook his head, he'd never understand that little girl. She was so timid, he would never know how she got involved with the loud, obnoxious little boy and Urahara. "You have the effect on all the ladies?" He heard a familiar voice ring out in the night.
He smiled, recognized that voice. The voice of his Lady Yoruichi, he turned to the door to find her leaning against the door frame with her shoulder dressed in in black boy shorts and a yellow, form-fitting tank top. "Yoruichi, what are you doing up?" He asked seeing her. Her hair had grown out from when they had met, if he was honest with himself he'd preferred it shorter but, to him, she would look no less than perfection in is eyes.
She walked out, dressed in only her pajamas, into the cold night and cuddled up to his side her head on his black vest that hung loosely on his lean torso, "I could ask you the same thing." she stated looking up at him with narrowed eyes. "Although I could probably guess why you're up."
Ever since he'd returned from the Soul Society, he'd been having vivid nightmares. The events that happen may change, it could vary from Tousen and Aizen experimenting on him to Kenpachi and Yammamoto killing him. The one constant is that Yoruichi was present in all of them watching through her tears as she watched him suffer. That was the part that made them hard to go through, it wasn't his death or the experiments, it was the fact they made Yoruichi watch. "Have I ever told you, you're too smart for your own good." he said with a tired smile.
She played with the material of his vest as she smiled remembering all the times he had told how smart she is, "So you keep saying. Don't change the subject, mister. What was it this time?" she asked concerned.
Sighing, Utsumi began running his fingers through her long violet hair, "It was Aizen and the experiments again." He let out a shuddering breath, "I just want them to stop Yoruichi." He tried to stop the crack in his voice but failed.
She lifted her head for her to meet Utsumi's cerulean eyes, "They will." she promised kissing him, "Until they do, I'm here if you want to talk about them." she declared before going back down to rest her head on his chest.
He looked down at her, her dark skin lit up by the moon light, "You really are the smart one in this relationship aren't you?" he asked earning a breathy laugh from Yoruichi, "Thank you Yoruichi. For everything."
Cuddled together as they were, the cold night felt like a mild morning. Yoruichi just nodded against his chest and said, "Anything for you, you know that. There's no need to thank me." she whispered. Feeling him beneath her, was comforting, she liked this, being here, with him. She wouldn't have dreamed this would have happened when she met him all that time ago. She wouldn't change it for the world. Either the Soul Society or the World of the Living.
He went back to running his fingers through her hair. He looked up to the sky and focused on the moon and let his mind drift. Yoruichi and he had been together since they got back from the Soul Society. They'd stayed with Urahara for a while helping him set up his new shop and then went traveling. From the United States and United Kingdom to India and China. The time spent out west was some of the best times, Yoruichi enjoyed visiting England and visiting London and seeing the sites like the Houses of Parliament and Buckingham Palace. Whereas Utsumi preferred the Scandinavian countries and the history and mythology about the countries. When they got back, they decided to stay with Urahara and help him run his store to allow him to continue his research into the hollowfication process and ways to reverse it. Utsumi and Yoruichi wouldn't know where to start so they did Urahara's work around the store so he could be free to continue his work. "We need to go away again some time, maybe France or Switzerland." He suggested.
She couldn't agree more, when they were away, his nightmares were less intense and less frequent. She wanted him to be at ease and that wouldn't happen if he can't get enough sleep. "That sounds perfect, I'm sure Kisuke can cope without us for few weeks." she agreed without moving from her position. She felt Utsumi sigh, "Just relax and close your eyes, I'll be here when you wake up." she promised, getting comfortable on his chest.
He looked back up at the moon one last time before planting a kiss to the top of her head. How did I get so lucky? he asked himself. He stared at the top of her head as he felt his eyes begin to close. The purple hair, the dark skin, the scent of cinnamon it all added up to one thing and that is perfection. Yoruichi was his perfection. He'd never feel adequate enough for someone like her. He'd make damn sure he'd try to be.