Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, and this fic was inspired from the novel Irresistable forces by Brenda Jackson. I won't get any money from this. So don't sue me.

Summary: AU. "Let me get this straight. You want to become a mother, and I do like the idea of becoming a father. Now where does that lead us?" [Urahara Yoruichi]. Let's try a little variation. R&R.

Rating: M for language, badly-written innuendos, and possible melons. Oh, I mean lemons. ^^

BUSINESS WITH PLEASURE

Shihouin Yoruichi wanted a baby.

If you think about it, it would seemed unbelievable that a woman as rich, as pretty, and as successful as her would want a child. She just looked so unmaternal. But she really does want a baby, and she realized this fact almost a year ago.

She stood up from her chair and looked out into the window, the one that's facing the river. The Shihouin Corporation, a multi-million dollar company she inherited from her father seven years ago, had its building located in the heart of Karakura, and the view from her aquarium-like office at the sixteenth floor was simply gorgeous – a small reward for all her hard work. The last seven years of managing the company had lead to one successful deal after another. There were a few unavoidable losses, but it was very minimal and almost negligible. And if you really think about it, that wasn't such a bad job for a woman of thirty who used to tease her father that her inheriting the company would bring about its downfall.

After securing another eight-figure worth of business deal with her cousin Kuchiki Byakuya, it was high time to put her personal plans into action. She wasn't getting any younger, and if she wanted to have a baby, she has to work on it pretty soon.

The million-dollar question: Who will be her child's father?

This was actually the tricky part of the equation. It was a given that she wanted a baby, but marriage was the farthest thing from her mind right now. Honestly, it was something she doesn't even want to consider. She wasn't interested in a long-term lover, either. She was quite happy the ways things were rolling, and the last thing she needed was a long-term romantic relationship with some guy.

Some guy. The father of her future baby would most definitely not be just some guy. After all, she wasn't just some girl. She was part of Shihouin - a high-ranking noble clan in the same league as the eminent Shibas, and the illustrious Kuchikis. How's that for ego?

Anyway, the father of her future son or daughter must be intelligent, handsome, caring, healthy, and wealthy. Kuchiki Byakuya was the first man that came to mind, but, since they're cousins, it was really out of the question.

However, after knowing him for more than a year now, Yoruichi was willing to bet her hefty fortune that she had found one candidate - hell, the only candidate - that had all the qualifications she wanted for her child's father.

And that man was Urahara Kisuke.

It was known to everyone, especially in Karakura, that Urahara Kisuke was a smart, self-made man who earned his first million when he was only twenty, and, now at thirty-three, he was already considered a chocolate magnate. The man started humbly with a secret chocolate cake recipe that he said his mother had passed down to him. In two years time, the small cafe in Karakura expanded into a big restaurant, then he was soon putting up branches in other cities, then investing in other business opportunities that also flourished successfully, and you could say that the rest was history.

Yoruichi met Kisuke about a year and a half ago. Their first meeting, and consequent meetings, had been strictly business of course. He had wanted to try his hand on a manufacturing investment, and the Shihouin Corp. was the known expert when it comes to such business. Impressed with his natural aptitude for business, she had personally offered a venture that he gladly welcomed, and readily provided him with the advice, connections, advertising, and even back-ups he needed. Now, they're both earning a lot of money from that particular deal.

She would not deny that she was attracted to him. In her opinion, the guy was really quite handsome, although her younger sister, Soi Fon, seemed to think otherwise. Upon seeing him, her sister had automatically declared that he was too laid back, too pale, and ugly.

Yoruichi begged to disagree.

If she were to consider the way her body reacts whenever he was anywhere near her.... Damn. She was one-hundred and fifty percent positive that he could make her pregnant. And she wasn't the only woman who believed that Urahara was one hell of a good specimen of living, and breathing sensuality. Even the stern Shiba Kukkaku, and the pragmatic Unohana Retsu agreed with her. But then again, they're her best friends.

Yoruichi went back to her table, and idly picked the printed internet advertisement that was e-mailed to her by Kukkaku, a few days after being told of her plans. The advertisement talked about a short vacation in the secluded beach of Mizutori, where the guests could make use of the island's ambiance and facilities to have one week worth of mind-blowing sex, for the sole purpose of having a baby.

It was, in Yoruichi's opinion, the perfect getaway. There, she could take her mind off work, and put all of her time and concentration in just relaxing and just conceiving her dream baby. Now, the only thing left to do was to convince Urahara Kisuke that this was one opportunity he shouldn't dare miss.

"Yoruichi-san," her secretary's voice interrupted through her thoughts. "Urahara-san has arrived."

Speak of the devil.

Yoruichi took a deep breath. Now was not the time to be nervous, now was the time to act.

"Please let him in, Yanagi-san."


The meeting with Shihouin Yoruichi was quite a surprise to Urahara Kisuke. As far as he knew, they weren't scheduled to see each other until next month, and as the elevator hummed its way to the sixteenth floor, he wondered again as to why she had called. She just wouldn't tell him on the phone.

Kisuke and Yoruichi usually saw each other once or twice every two months to talk of their business. He was a very good business strategist, even if he said it so himself, but working together with Shihouin Yoruichi had made things ten times better. His wealth, already considerable to begin with, has multiplied ever since he associated with her. He was really impressed with her, for she knows what she wants, and she knows how to get it.

Aside from being a very intelligent business woman, Yoruichi was also extremely attractive. Even at his age, it took all of Kisuke to control his hormones every time she was around him. It was one good reason why he seldom saw her, kept the meetings short and strictly business in nature, and always with an office table between them.

Even if he dreamed of having sex with Yoruichi, mixing business with pleasure was a big no-no for Urahara Kisuke. Especially with her, since she was helping him make tons of money. Still, the idea never entirely left his mind. The once-or-twice-in-every-two-months meetings that they've had for the last year-and-a-half did very little to quell the thought that sex with Yoruichi would be definitely hot and definitely exciting.

The elevator reached the sixteenth floor, and Urahara stepped out. Finally.

"Hello, Yanagi-san," he greeted, upon seeing Yoruichi's secretary. "You look as charming as ever."

"It's nice to see you again, Urahara-san," the secretary said politely. She informed her boss of his arrival. "Yoruichi-san is ready to see you."

But am I ready to see her? He mused.

"Thank you, Yanagi-san," he said with a warm smile, into which the young secretary could not help but smile back.

Urahara Kisuke then took a deep breath, told himself to relax, and walked towards Shihouin Yoruichi's office.


Yoruichi swallowed hard as Kisuke walked into her office. He was dressed in an expensive-looking business suit with a white shirt, which had two of its buttons opened, allowing you a glimpse of a very nice chest. His light blond hair looked as unruly as ever, but in a good way. Always in a good way.

There was really no arguing about it. This man has played the lead role in a lot of her wild sex fantasies, and the shiver that ran down her spine was a proof of that.

As she looked at him, she realized that this was not going to be easy. It would take a lot of nerve to ask Urahara Kisuke something like becoming the father of her future child. Nonetheless, she was willing to give it a shot. She had about enough guts in her system to make her offer. If he said yes, that would be great. If no, she would just have to find a better strategy to convince him. The thought that she just might lose a profitable business after she made her offer had crossed her mind a number of times, but she decided that she would just have to take things as they come.

"Is there a problem, Yoruichi?" There was a hint of concern in his voice.

"No problem, Kisuke," she assured him. "But I'm glad you were able to come even in such short notice."

"Its nothing, but I can't stay long. I promised to see Ururu and Jinta later today."

Yoruichi nodded with understanding. Ururu and Jinta were Kisuke's adopted brother and sister.

She offered him a seat which he gladly took, and she sat in the one across from his. Since the nature of this meeting was quite personal, she considered it best not to be too formal.

No office table between them for today.


Urahara smiled a small smile as Yoruichi sat across him, giving him a chance to admire her in her swanky business suit. She was pretty, like always. Flawless olive complexion and warm topaz eyes that blazed whenever she felt a strong emotion. A slender body sculptured with soft curves, and very nice legs. Her most outstanding feature though, would be her long, purple hair, usually tied in a sleek ponytail. There were times when he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to ran his hands through them...just like now.

"Well then, Yoruichi," he said in a light manner that belied his true feelings. "If there's no problem, why exactly did you want to meet me?"

Yoruichi steeled herself. There's no turning back now.

"I have a proposition for you, Kisuke," she said calmly. "It's sort of personal, actually."

His dark-blue eyes never left her. "I'm listening."

I want your sperm, she thought, but opted not to say for it might faze him. Instead, what she said was, "I want you to father a child."

"E-excuse me?"

"Tell me Kisuke, don't you want a child?"

"Wait a sec," he said warily. "Why are you asking me this?"

Yoruichi sighed. This was harder than she imagined. "You once said that you thought it would be nice to become a father, and I feel the same way too. I want to become a mother. I want to have a child."

He looked at her, plainly bewildered. "Then why don't you have one?"

"I planned to. Actually, it's the reason why you're here. I know that you would like to have a child, and I want one, too. But I'm not interested in getting married. The same goes for you, right?"

"Yes," he answered slowly. Kurosaki Isshin, his best friend, had suggested it to him time and again. Find yourself a nice girl, marry her, and have a happy life with her. But like Yoruichi said, marriage was the last thing he wanted.

Urahara leaned forward in his chair, his blue-black eyes still locked into Yoruichi's gold ones. "Let me get this straight. You want to become a mother, and I do like the idea of becoming a father. Now where does that lead us?"

"Mizutori," she said, and shoved the printed advertisement under his nose.

He took the paper, skimmed its contents haphazardly. He then looked at her, his gaze becoming more and more incredulous as he fired questions. "You and me? One week? Mind-blowing sex? Are you serious?"

"Yes. Very." She replied coolly. "I have seriously considered the idea of adoption, and artificial insemination," she explained, wanting him to see that she had not entirely lost her mind. "However, I decided that I want to carry my own child, and I want to do things the natural way. And by natural, I mean spending seven days with you on an island having mind-numbing sex."

Yoruichi decided to ignore the surge of heat in her cheeks as she uttered the last sentence.

"This is hardly natural," Kisuke muttered under his breath. "Do you even realize what you're asking me?" He asked hoarsely.

"Yes," she answered evenly. "I know exactly what I'm doing. I've thought about this very carefully, and I have every reason to believe that you have all the qualities that I want my child's father to have."

Kisuke let out a sigh and rubbed the back of his neck. What a meeting this turned out to be. "I have to think about this too, Yoruichi. This is really interesting, but we still have a lot of things to discuss about this proposition of yours. How 'bout dinner tonight, at my restaurant?"

"That's fine." What he gave her was far from an answer, but at least he was willing to consider.

"That's good. I'll send Tessai-san to pick you up," he told her, and into which she assented.

"I'll see you tonight then," and with that said, Urahara Kisuke was out of her office.

As the door clicked shut, Yoruichi let out a breath of relief. I'm doing the right thing. Right? Right.

She wouldn't realize it until a little later, but the printed advertisement was already gone.


While his faithful right-hand man, Tsukabishi Tessai, drove back to the Urahara mansion, Kisuke stared broodingly at the piece of paper he held in his hand. Solid proof that the conversation he had with Yoruichi was not a figment of his perverted imagination.

Yoruichi wanted to experience motherhood. She wanted to have a baby. She wanted him to make that happen. She wanted his baby, and they're going at some island to accomplish all that and more.

Unbelievable. Un-fucking-believable.

But he had seen it in her eyes; she meant every damn word she said.

Mizutori, he read again, a secluded beach that helped couples have babies by providing them with the much needed privacy, the right kind of aphrodisiacs, and the perfect ambiance to set them in the mood. Oh, Lord. The mere idea of seeing Yoruichi naked was more than enough to set him in the mood right now. What more a week?

Urahara wondered again if someone had drugged his breakfast, and he was merely hallucinating.

Tessai made a sharp turn, and Urahara's face kissed the car window.

"Sorry about that, Manager," Tessai apologized. Although Kisuke told him, a million times, that they're family and he need not call him Manager, this was one command Tessai never seemed to obey, and Urahara decided to give up a long time ago.

Urahara groaned. Apparently, this was not a dream; not when his face hurt too much. "Please be careful, Tessai-san."

Nursing his face, Urahara went back to his brooding. Finally convinced that this, indeed, was reality. Although he never seriously thought about it, he does want to have a child. A son or a daughter of his own blood that will someday inherit all that he was now working hard for. But as Yoruichi had pointed out, he wasn't interested in the idea of settling down.

Urahara was a son of a man and a woman who loved each other. His parents have lived and died happy. He was not entirely alien to the feeling, but falling head-over-heels for a woman has yet to happen to him. Besides, he was quite contented with bachelorhood. He was rich, fairly good-looking, and every now and then, women threw themselves at him. What more could he ask for?

Yoruichi. He had fantasized about her, but he never asked for her. Yet, here it was. The perfect opportunity to make all of his fantasies about her come true. Good heavens. To think of spending a week alone with her, having sex day in and day out was enough to short-circuit his brain.

But despite the temptation, there were still a lot of things they needed to talk about. Details they needed to discuss. After all, making a baby might only take one week, but parenthood takes a lifetime. He was very much looking forward to dinner.


"Kisuke-san!" Ururu exclaimed from the stairs. She quickly ran to the door and greeted Urahara with a hug. "It's nice to see you again, Kisuke-san."

"Why Ururu, I think you've grown another two inches," Uruhara beamed, after giving his sister a critical appraisal.

"Two and a half inches to be exact," Ururu said with a smile.

"Great. Is Jinta home, too?"

"Yes. He's upstairs."

Tsumugiya Ururu and Hanakiri Jinta were not his blood relatives, but together with Tsukabishi Tessai, Urahara considered them his family. Ururu was actually the younger sister of Tsumugiya Ruri, the first waitress of Kisuke's cafe when he was just starting out on his dream. Jinta, on the other hand, was the son of his first chef Hanakiri Ichiro - the man who made his mother's chocolate cake come to life after she had died. Without their help, Urahara's little cafe wouldn't have become a complete success. He owed a lot to them.

Three years after the success of Urahara's first business venture, during a business trip to Osaka, the car that Ruri and Ichiro were riding together crashed, and they died instantly. It was a loss that Urahara mourned for a long time, for they were not only his employees, they were his friends as well. And after finding out that his friends had left two, small children who had no one in the world but them, Urahara decided to adopt them. Eleven years later, Jinta and Ururu were now in college. They have grown into a young man, and woman that Kisuke could be proud of, and he was sure that Ruri and Ichiro felt the same.

"Would you like to join us for dinner, Kisuke-san?" asked Ururu.

"I'm sorry. I already have a dinner date tonight."

"Oh. How bout tea?" Ururu compromised. "Jinta and I haven't got the chance to talk to you in a while now." Uruhara readily agreed.

"Can you tell us who your date is Kisuke-san?" Ururu asked over tea. College had certainly helped her lose some of her shyness.

"Certainly. It's Yoruichi-san."

"Che! You mean the nice-looking, purple-haired lady?" Jinta interjected grumpily. He never liked chitchat and tea parties, but Ururu would beat him up if he refused, and she had the strength of an ox!

"The very one," Uruhara answered jovially. "I'm glad you find her pretty, Jinta-kun."

"Must be nuts," Jinta muttered under his breath. "Taking you for a boyfriend."

"I can't be that bad, Jinta-kun. Can I?" Uruhara said, feigning wounded. He didn't even bother to correct Jinta's assumption, too.

"Jinta-kun already has a girlfriend," Ururu suddenly volunteered.

Jinta flushed and glared at his sister. "Shut up, Ururu!"

"Who is it? Who is it? Please tell me, Ururu~chan."

"It's Yuzu-chan."

"Eh? You mean Isshin-san's beautiful daughter?"

"Yes."

"I'm gonna kill you, Ururu."

Urahara looked wide-eye at his redhead of a brother. "I can't believe you're still alive, Jinta-kun."

"Wh-what do you mean by that?"

"Yuzu-chan hasn't told anyone but me, not even her twin sister," Ururu said from the rim of her teacup. "But she means to tell them soon enough."

"You don't have much time to live then, Jinta-kun," Urahara said matter-of-factly. "What do you think, Ururu-chan? Should I start calling the funeral home?"

"Not yet, Kisuke-san. Yuzu-chan said that Ichigo-san wouldn't arrive until the day after tomorrow."

"Oh, okay. Why don't you start writing your will then, Jinta-kun?" Uruhara suggested. "So you could leave something behind to Yuzu-chan. You know, just in case – "

"JUST SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Uruhara and Ururu watched with stoic faces as Jinta stormed out of the room, and they only allowed themselves to laugh loudly when they heard the mansion's front door slammed shut.

"It's really nice to see you guys," Kisuke said when his laughter died down. Ururu and Jinta were currently staying in the college's dormitory, and only went home every now and then.

"Yeah. It's nice to be home," Ururu said with a contented smile.

Kisuke finished his tea, and got up. "Well then, I'll go ahead Ururu-chan. I still have a dinner date to attend to."

"Ok. Have fun, Kisuke-san."

Uruhara nodded. He planned to do just that.


A.N. I've followed the advice given to me and done my homework as promised. I must apologize. It was not my intent to offend anyone. Thank you.