Yongo

Mr. Hat and... Cat?

Chapter 1

The Mister

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"Kisuke, did the new Evanovich book come in yet?" The messy blonde haired man looked up to see one of his bookstore regulars. She was leaning on the counter, eyes wide open looking hopeful. He a gave her a winning smile.

"No Soi Fon, not yet. Try again next week."

The woman's face fell, all hope leaving her eyes, she frowned. "Next week?!" she was furious, Kisuke smiled sheepishly. "Urahara!" she continued, "isn't there anything you can do? Call the publisher or something? The book's been out for a month! You should have it." She pushed her self away from the counter and looked around the store some more hoping the book would come out of hiding. She walked back to the blonde man looking resigned. "Fuck it, I'll just come back tomorrow or something."

"Whoa, language," he teased her, "besides, I said maybe next wee-"

"I know what you said." She looked at him sternly, "I'll come back tomorrow."

He watched as the woman left his store sighing. Chuckling, from a box underneath the counter he produced a book with 'Janet Evanovich' written on it. It was her latest title as well as the book the feisty young woman had been looking for.

This was Kisuke Urahara, shop owner and book keeper at the Urahara bookstore.

Hair color: blonde

Favorite color: green

Favorite hobby: messing with his regulars, mostly Soi Fon

He watched as she peeled out of the parking space with her red sports car heading towards the exit of the shopping complex. "Such a funny girl," he laughed, returning to sitting down and putting his feet up waiting for the ping of the door, signaling the entrance of another customer. This was the life. Doing nothing and surrounded by some of the greatest characters and stories of all time. He loved his job, which, incidentally happened to be the same place he called home as well because just above the store were his quarters.

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Kisuke looked at the time, it was time to close shop. He emerged from his comfortable position with an 'oomf!' he let out a chortle and said to himself, "Urahara my friend, you have the physic of a god and yet the bones of an old man." He continued to laugh at himself.

Making sure the door was locked and the OPEN sign flipped to CLOSED, he decided to give Soi Fon a break, after all she had been visiting his store everyday for the past month waiting for that book. He wandered over to the box and began to put some copies on the shelf. After doing so, he went to the register and set things straight there.

Behind the counter was a wall and behind that wall as a storage room where he kept all the boxes of books and such, it also had a cozy corner with a couch and other things of the sort for lounging. In the same room was a staircase that lead to his room, above the bookstore. It was unbelievable spacious, perhaps even bigger than most condos and closer to that of a studio apartment. Looking at his abode, he took a deep breath and threw himself on his queen sized bed, staring at the ceiling. His mind flashed back to a conversation he had with a friend earlier that week...

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Kisuke, in the backroom of his shop laying on the couch with a magazine in his hands, was talking to a man sitting across from the couch. The man was incredibly muscular, it was a wonder the chair did not break under his person. He had black corn-rowed hair and sideburns that met together below his nose forming an intimidating moustache. He also wore fashionable rectangular glasses, which complimented his face.

"Kisuke, don't you know any girls."

"Tessai, I know many girls," he said flipping his playboy magazine with a smirk. Tessai rolled his eyes.

"I mean real girls."

"Oh Tessai," he chided turning his magazine to the side making the another page flap out revealing more of the naked woman, his eyes widened in excitement, "they are real girls..." The muscle man, looked up exasperated.

"You know what I me---" He was cut off by his layed back friend who was still ogling the picture.

"... With real curves, and most importantly," he showed the image to the muscle man and grinned, "with huge boobs." Urahara laughed, and slapped his knee, "do you see these Tessai?" Taking a closer look at the picture, the man took off his glasses, leaned in and raised his eyebrows. His eyes danced around the image then he sat back in his chair putting his glasses back on. The man on the couch was waiting for a response from is friend, "What's the verdict?" Tessai blushed. "I thought so," grinned Kisuke.

Composing himself, Tessai said, "you know, I know a girl I could-" At that, Kisuke shot up from his laying down position and sat straight staring at his comrade.

"No," he was frantically shaking his head and repeated, "no Tessai. Nope, no, not again. The last time you set me up...," he shivered, "well... that was the last time."

"I didn't know she was a stalker Kisuke..." The man looked slightly ashamed.

"A stalker?! I would have settled for 'stalker'," he was now using air quotes, "that woman was crazy! Like, loony bin crazy Tessai! I mean, ok, I like my women a little crazy, but she was off the reservation crazy! You were there, you remember." The men laughed lost in the memories of the psycho Tessai had set Kisuke up with.

"In my defense-"

"Pfft!"

"In my defense, at least you got to meet a real woman." At that Kisuke stared blanky at his friend.

"Surely that is not your only defense." His friend shrugged, and Kisuke assumed his former postion on the couch and continued flipping the pages of his magazine. "If that's the case, I think I'll stick to these beautiful," he turned the magazine again causing the flap on this new page fall revealing yet another nude woman, "and curvaceous women."

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... Kisuke's mind wandered back and a snicker left his lips, 'that Tessai...' he thought, 'He doesn't get it.' He got off his bed and walked over to his bookshelf, picked up a magazine and grinned, 'I like bachelor life.' His smile faded upon investigating the cover and realizing that this was the previous month's issue, he hadn't shelved this months' issue yet. Sighing, he figured he'd at least get into his boxers, that way when he came back up he was already ready for bed.

He found the magazines in the back room and began putting them up. As soon as he was done he picked up one of the new MAXIM issues and was getting ready to scamper off to his upstairs quarters when he heard tapping at the door.

"We're closed!" He yelled. He knew there was no way the person outside could possibly hear him so he decided to walk to the door and inform the idiot it was clearly after hours. Still eyeing the magazine he walked up to the door and his face turned ghostly white once he looked up.

It was a woman.

She looked surprised too, considering Kisuke was in his boxers and holding a MAXIM magazine. Realizing this also, Kisuke's face went from ghostly white to blood red. He cleared his throat and spoke through the glass on the door, knowing she would be able to hear him.

"We're closed." There was a flicker of a smile on her face, she nodded.

"I'll come back tomorrow." Her voice was strong, but still carried that female air to it, there was just something about it. Kisuke pushed a smile to his lips and watched her walk away.

'Phew,' he thought and ran up to his room.

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The next day, Kisuke Urahara was beaming. Every time he heard footsteps outside his shop or even a car screech he would look at his door, waiting. He was excited to see the look on Soi Fon's face when he would tell her he just forgotten to put up the books and that he did in fact get them as soon as they were published. Why did he love to torture her so much?

Ping

It was Soi Fon. She somberly walked over to the counter and addressed a grinning Kisuke.

"Good afternoon Soi Fon, how is the weather outside? You know, I hear it might rain or something, perhaps I should close the store early today."

"Urahara, cut the bullshit," she stared daggers at him, "is-my-book-here-yet?" His grin got bigger.

"Soi Fon! I didn't know you wrote a book!" The daggers in her eyes were replaced with disbelief.

"Urahara, I swear---" Kisuke had her where he wanted her. He chuckled.

"Lighten up. Last night I do remember putting some new books up, but I dont remember if your book was one of them, why don't you check." Soi Fon, not wanting to deal with the obviously insane blonde, wandered off to begin her search mumbling a string of profanities.

Ping

Kisuke, still enjoying watching Soi Fon look in the wrong section, slowly teared his eyes away from her to tend to the incoming customer, "hello welcome to the Urahara bookstore how may I help... you-" He stopped. It was the woman from last night. She was wearing a smirk as well as a knee high violet dress which complimented her dark skin.

"Hi," she said and paused for a moment enjoying the expression on the man behind the counter's face.

Urahara scratched his head and flashed her a nervous smile. She looked around the store, "I'm actually looked for a girl, she came in here a few minutes ago. Soi Fon? She has short black hair, wearing a black tee with a blue jeans skirt? You couldn't miss her."

Urahara composed himself, "yeah, Soi Fon, she's some where over there," he flapped his wrist in the direction he last saw her.

She nodded a thanks to him but before she could leave they both heard a, "Ms. Yoruichi!" Soi Fon was beaming as well as clutching a book in her hand. Despite knowing that his fun messing with Soi Fon was over, he couldn't help but smile at how excited she was.

"Here," the woman Soi Fon had addressed handed something over to her, "you left your money in the car." Soi Fon dropped her head in respect and shyly took the money from her, Kisuke was amused by what he saw. Soi Fon wasn't the same Soi Fon he'd been seeing. He liked the effect this 'Yoruichi' woman had on her.

"Soi Fon," the woman sighed, "again with this 'Ms.' Yoruichi thing. I know I'm your landlord, but we're friends. I'm not a sixty-five year old woman with a walker." At that Kisuke laughed out loud.

"Shut up Urahara," Soi Fon turned her attention to him, "you said you hadn't gotten the books yet! Look what I found." She banged the book on his counter. Yoruichi, never having seen this side of Soi Fon before, chuckled. She liked what this 'Urahara' man brought out in Soi Fon, a side she didn't see often, or at all.

Soi Fon and Urahara went about their usual back and forth 'older brother younger sister' type arguing when they were interrupted by Yoruichi who had been eyeing the bookstore while listening in, eventually she heard an exasperated scoff from Soi Fon and suggested they leave. Urahara, being a great business man bid them farewell and asked them to consider his bookstore again the next time they needed to purchase a book or a magazine.

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An hour or two had passed since the two left, customers came and went. Urahara was in the back room doing some cleaning. He thought perhaps he would close the shop early.

Ping

"Be there in a minute," he yelled from the back room.

"That's alright, take your time," yelled a voice back. Urahara stopped what he was doing. The voice was newly familiar, but twice in one day? It couldn't be. He walked out of the backroom puzzled and as soon as he looked at his customer his confusion melted into a grin.

"Hello, again," he said as he sauntered over to the counter. "So what can I help you with?"

"Well, I figured I'd come back and find the book I came to look for," she squinted her eyes and bit her lip to keep from laughing, "yesterday." Urahara was lost then he raised his eyebrows and scratched his head.

"Oh right,... yesterday." Neither one expanded about their strange first encounter and so for the moment only silence passed between them.

Kisuke cleared his throat and spoke up, "so, you were looking for a book..." he offered then squinting his eyes he asked, "Are you familiar with its title?"

Grateful that the somewhat awkward silence was broken, the purpled haired woman placed her index finger on her lips and furrowed her eyebrows thinking. "I think I'll know it when I see it. Let me check for it first, and I'll get back to you if I need assistance." With that she wandered off searching.

He took a deep breath and plopped down on the chair behind the counter, putting his feet up as soon as he found the perfect position. Watching her meander in and out of the rows he noticed she had one of the best bodies he had seen, fully clothed, in a while. Fantastically built legs, curvaceous swinging hips, and not to mention, a buxom chest... yeah, he was looking, but it wasn't hard to miss either.

She rejoined him at the counter and said, "I couldn't find it. It's supposed to be this cook book by the latest chief."

"Oh! That book, yeah, I know what you're talking about. I only ordered some copies last week, it should be here by now. In fact," he made a mad-dash to the room in the back and returned looking accomplished. "It's coming tomorrow, I am almost positive!" The woman looked happy and he could've sworn he saw her lick her lips. "Look," he said," the store isn't busy right now, I may as well take a break. Would you like to stay for a cup of coffee?"

She looked at her watch and rejected his offer, "I can't actually. I should be out buying supplies for some of my tenants." She was taken aback by his comedic pout, "perhaps some other time?" He nodded, and watched her leave the store once again.

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Yongo

Mr. Hat and... Cat?

Chapter 1

The Mister

Things I don't own or claim to own: Playboy, MAXIM, or... Janet Evanovich.