Midori: Yo~! This is my first time actually uploading one of my stories. Please be honest and "nice" if you would. XD

Couple: UraharaxRukia (Bleach)

Disclaimer: I do not OWN bleach, *Only Ashido-kun and Gin-sama* (joking~!)

The song that helped me pull this off was, EMILY by PARALUMAN(OwO)/

/Disguised Mischief/

By: Mika DLC *Midori*

Dedicated to: My evil twin~

One hot afternoon at the Kurosaki Residence,

Ichigo and Rukia were talking about something out of the ordinary.

Rukia's gigai was undoubtedly malfunctioning, that left an unforgettable encounter with the hollows they fought yesterday. Her gigai completely went out of control.

"Hmp, Rukia… It's not as if I'm being nosy or anything but, I think it's time for us to pay that Jackass, Urahara, a visit." Ichigo suggested.

"Huh?" Rukia was puzzled.

"Uhmmm..." Ichigo faced the opposite direction as a slight tint of redness scattered all over his cheeks.

"Yeah, I guess we should… but, I think you should stay here, ichigo." Rukia's gaze lowered onto the burnt floor.

"Wha-? Are you sure? I can-," He was interrupted by the petite shinigami's soft voice.

"Please, just help your family in the mess I've made. They need you more. Don't worry, as soon as I get this broken gigai fixed, I'll surely atone for the consequences." She whispered, avoiding Ichigo's passionate eyes.

"Oh shut up, will ya? Nobody's gonna punish ya. It wasn't your fault, Rukia." He said as he took a step closer towards her.

"Still, I'm very sorry… Ichigo." She muttered as she immediately ran outside the dilapidated door.

Rukia thought that it was her fault for starting the whole holocaust, devouring the Kurosaki's house in a huge fire. Luckily, they managed to stop it before it makes a chain of flames in Karakura town. If anyone was to blame, it would be her gigai, the containment of her reiatsu were pressured by it, resulting into an explosion.

"It's a good thing that when it burst from my hands, I tried to cover it. If I didn't, I would've ended up with a charcoal body and a pissed off, homeless Ichigo." She thought to herself.

As she ran hastily towards the merchant's shop, an angry smirk pursed upon her lips. She hopes that Urahara better have an exceptional reason for everything she went through. The outrage in her eyes let out an electrifying spark of annoyance.

Finally she was there.

"Why is the store quiet…?

…too quiet." She whispered, looking from left to right if there was anybody there.

Normally, she knew that Jinta and Ururu would always make unbearable noises and cries.

She was curious...

"Where the hell are they?" Rukia menacingly grunted while approaching the shop's entrance.

"They took a vacation, of course!"

Rukia was surprised and turned to where the voice was.

"…In the hot springs of the mountains. I thought they'd be glad spending their vacation there!"

"Y-you…" Rukia's confused expression turned into a furious one.

"Ahhhhh. My favorite customer... Irrashaimase, Kuchiki-san!"

It was just that lame-ass businessman, Urahara Kisuke, with his typical striped hat covering a part of his face and his simple paper fan grasped in his hands.

"Yeah, right. It seems that I'm your ONLY customer here…" Rukia thought.

As they went inside, the sunny and cheerful day then ironically, became grayish and gloomy.

(Inside Urahara's Shop)

"Hey, you…AHOU!"

"N-nani?" Urahara was flabbergasted.

"Yeah, YOU! What the hell can you say about this?" Rukia shouted as she pointed her finger at her body.

"Ooooh, Kuchiki-san… You're makin' me blush! You should ask that to a fellow woman. Well, it's fine with me!" He grinned mischievously.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Her eyes squinted to what was the shop owner up to.

"So… you wanted me to give you….

…an opinion on your body? Well first, you've got a petite one. You have curvy features though. Oh! As for your bust size -" Urahara went on and on with his pointless yammering.

Rukia was infuriated and yelled,

"Would you just shut up and I didn't mean it that way, okay!"

"Then what is it?" He asked as he tipped his hat backwards.

"It's this damn gigai you sold me! It's jacked up and broken. Would you please replace this piece of junk?" She stomped, clenching her small fists.

"Yare, Yare… Don't get too angry, kuchiki-san. It doesn't go well with your adorable face." He said with ease as he leaned into rukia's purple orbs.

The little kuchiki heard her sweatdrops fall to the wooden floor. She was quite uncomfortable with the minimal distance between them. She can actually feel his warm breath on her pinkish lips.

"Well come on, let's go in the cellar and pick the gigai of your choice, plus! Its price is negotiable… just for you, kuchiki-san!" He cheerfully shouted, breaking away from the space created by their intense glances. He laughed as though what he did was just normal.

"What's with Urahara? Something is really different about him…" Thought Rukia.

(In the Cellar)

They both went to the stockroom or as Tessai-san would call… "The Cimmerian Cellar". There was full of medicine, bulky boxes, soul candies and a variety of gigai containers.

Yet, it was pitch-dark and was arguably hard to see anything.

"Please, kuchiki-san… If you may," Urahara declared to her that she can now choose from the gigais within the cartridges.

"Hmmmm…"

Rukia knelt down while cupping her chin to look closer. She was seriously looking for something more durable and dependent.

"It's so dark in here…" She mumbled.

Urahara opened his white paper fan, trying his best to hide his sinister smile and most importantly, his strange desires for Rukia.

He then glanced at the pretty little shinigami,

A gaze full of malignant intent.

His eyes drenched in lust.

"So did you already pick one? " Urahara asked at the same time stooped down as he slowly slipped his hand inside Rukia's floral shirt.

"What the- ?" Rukia was shocked, she accidentally bit her plump lips as she attempted to grab Urahara's hold on her. Unfortunately, she couldn't even counter his sudden tackle.

Her ravaged gigai finally gave in…

The mad merchant grappled Rukia and placed her into a half-off the bed position.

Urahara's vertical-patterned hat and paper fan flew and fell flat on the cold floor.

"Damn it, Urahara! What the hell are you doing? Are you freakin' crazy? Let me go! Let me go!" Rukia yelled desperately.

"Gomen, kuchiki-san… but, it cannot be helped." replied Urahara.

"Huh? What're you even talking about? Get off of me!" She asked again, out of breath.

But, Urahara did not respond to any of her questions and began moving his hand around Rukia's faux body.

She was helpless,

She couldn't do anything,

But, to scream and endure the lust hungry Kisuke…

"This is definitely not the Urahara… I know." She muttered, struggling on his tight grasp.

"Hmm… This looks interesting." He said while he flailed Rukia's skirt off.

"Teme! Stop it! Let go of me!" Rukia yelled as she continuously fights him off, even though she knows that it's no use.

Urahara's hand went over Rukia's untainted breasts.

"Wow, Rukia. You have very soft ones…mind if I look?"

The former shinigami took out his zanpakutou, Benehime, from his old rustic cane and cut Rukia's undergarments. It left her barely naked with only her tattered shirt on.

Rukia was so scared, lying there under Urahara Kisuke's huge and manly figure.

Urahara kisuke, whom she thought was her friend and provider…

Who would've thought he was a rabid wolf in sheep's clothing.

They were all alone and the room was so damp and dark.

Outside, the gray clouds finally poured down its drizzles and so, it started to rain...

Droplets of it that came from the hole on the roof, cascaded on Rukia's pale, angelic face.

The only thing echoing through her shattering mind are the words,

"U-urahara… WHY? "

To be continued…

That's for my first chapter! Updates will be coming soon! I hope you guys enjoyed it!

Midori Signing Off (for now) ^_^ * I shall be patient*