Sweet, nothing.
"Sacrifice is necessary. Remember, there is a price for everything. The question is whether or not you're willing to pay."
Dark gold eyes lit up with amusement at those words, and the lithe woman stretched out on the tatami, letting out a sigh of satisfaction.
"Today is the day you cease to amaze me, Urahara," she said loudly, fixing her gaze on the dirty lamp overhead. "That sounded like your personal mantra."
While the full moon was fully versed in the art of hypnoticism, the blond man found himself distracted by the long, tanned legs that were on full display on the floor of his room. He leant back against the windowpane, taking one more whiff from his pipe.
"You know it's the truth, princess," he replied smoothly, gaze shifting under the shadow of his striped hat.
A sigh escaped her lips, and the head of the Shiouin clan felt anxiety rise up within her, and instantly tried to calm herself down. The stage was set for the final battle, and while she was ready with a plan and a back-up, Yoruichi couldn't help worrying about the possibility of losing, or in the unlikelihood that Ichigo and the others should fail.
She turned over on the tatami and ended up face to face with Urahara. Without his hat Yoruichi took her time in admiring his eyes, which didn't look quite so sleepy now. He trailed his fingers across her cheek, a smile dancing on his face.
"Worry will get you nowhere," he said softly. "Trust Ichigo, trust the Gotei."
"It's you –" She froze, regretting that she so readily admitted that she didn't give a damn about this world, or the next.
Raising his eyebrows, Urahara broke into a wide grin as he leaned in, close enough for a kiss.
"Trust me."
This time, he closed the gap between them completely.