Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. If I did I wouldn't be writing fanfictions. I would be adding my ideas straight into the anime and manga.
Yoruichi sat in the lotus position, meditating after a whole stressful day of… well, nothing, actually. However, a good relaxing session of meditation was better than having to listen to Urahara's rambles about how good and effective his products were.
Stirring herself from the half-asleep stupor, she rose gracefully from the futon and strode to the door. Opening it with a bang, a loud voice greeted her entrance.
"-AND I TELL YOU, I AM NOT FAKING! CHAPPY BUNNY SOUL CANDY REALLY DOES WORK!" Urahara was screaming to Ichigo.
"OH YEA! OH YEA! OH REALLY I TOOK CHAPPY SOUL CANDY AND MY GIGAI NEARLY KILLED ITSELF!" Ichigo yelled back.
"STOP IT!" Yoruichi barked it like a command. Two inquisitive faces turned towards her, having been oblivious of the fact that she had been standing there. A few seconds of confused silence followed, then Urahara and Ichigo started complaining to her at once.
"He went-"
"He told me to-
"-I don't-"
"- and I can't stand him-"
"- who asked him to-"
"SHUT UP!" Yoruichi screamed, silencing the two men. "Seriously, I couldn't care less about your petty arguments." She strode over to Ichigo and placed her palm squarely in the middle of his face and pushed. He fell backwards and landed on the floor in a dull thump. After a few seconds of staying that way, he suddenly realized how he was lying and struggled furiously to get up, face turning beet red.
"And you." Yoruichi walked up to Urahara. "Can you not just be quiet about your products? Everybody knows they work well," (Urahara beamed) "but seriously, just talk about something else for once. And with that, she snatched his hat and walked out into the hallway, intent on getting some good well-deserved sleep in her own room.
Dimly, behind her, she heard a voice crying "My hat! S-s-she t-t-ook my h-h-hat!" Smirking, she was sure Urahara's lip was trembling as he complained. As she was about to enter her room, she could hear both Ichigo and Urahara start arguing again in sharp whispers.
"SEE! I told you so, she said my products work well. WELL"
"Oh and you are going to trust Yoruichi san to comment on-"
"YES I am, for your information!"
"But that is only because she said something good about it!"
"SO?"
Yoruichi swiveled, grabbed the nearest object she could reach, which just happened to be a pebble from the potted plant in the hall, and aimed it with deadly precision at Ichigo's forehead through the crack in the door. It whizzed through, bounced accurately off his head (a sharp scream of "AAH!" followed) and as a bonus, rebounded onto Urahara's forehead as well. They both collapsed into sobbing heaps.
"Spare me the melodrama!" Yoruichi called, before walking into her room and slamming the door so hard she almost knocked the rice paper covering off the doorframe.
Safely in her own room, she had hidden Urahara's hat in her sock drawer and was about to go to bed when, for the first time that day, she glanced at the sky and realized that it was rather light for bedtime. Eyes wide, she turned and stared at the clock Urahara had so kindly provided her with (and also placed everywhere else in the household). It read "10:12" pm. Turning to look again at the sky with a frown, she picked up the clock and examined it. There was nothing wrong. Then an idea popped into her head, and she pursed her lips in annoyance. Urahara and Ichigo must have happily set every single clock in his shop at the wrong time, to play a practical joke. She reached under her futon and retrieved another clock, an extra stolen from Urahara (she took no chances with him around). Sure enough, it read "8:00" in the evening.
So she decided that revenge on Urahara would be a sweet experience, as she had not played a trick on anybody for a while.
Oh, she was looking forward to it.
A/N: That is the end of that chapter... the next one might be a bit random, as I am not yet sure about the trick, but the third will be longer. Review!