- I was watching the Bleach movie, and in the ending credits it shows all of the characters out doing things in 'normal' clothes. Towards the end, it shows Urahara helping Yoruichi out of a limo. This fic is about where they went. And this is the link to the last part of the movie, if you want to watch it the other parts are there.

ht tp/yout m/wat ch?v 9-BpO ihdX- M&mode rela ted&s earch (take out spaces)

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End Credits

Everything about her was perfect. At least, it was in Urahara's eyes. Magnificent, red form fitting dress? It was too stunning to comment on, so he held out his arm in silence. The smile that formed on her face seemed to make her shine all the more. How was he supposed to talk to her, when she was dressed like that? Several steps away from the sleek black limo that had dropped her off, her beautiful voice sang into his ears.

"You didn't wear your hat."

The absence of the white and green hat was not the only noticeable difference in his appearance. He had abandoned his casual garb for something far more elegant. At least, it was elegant compared to what he normally wore. For him, it didn't even compare to the gentle grace Yoruichi seemed to be showing off from the outfit she managed to find. Urahara had managed to get a tailored (yes, he spent time on his outfit) tuxedo, with a black button under shirt, with a bit of blue at the bottom, it all went together very nicely.

"Of course, I would have to take it off when we get inside."

She laughed, and the arm that linked her to him tingled. Looking once again back over to her, his eyes drifted down her face, and farther down to rest on a gold clasp by her shoulder.

"You know, people standing a little distance away might think you aren't looking at my shoulder."

"What's wrong with that?"

Her eyes sent him 'a look', which caused him to face forward for the next few feet into the building. A pompous looking server appeared and led them to their seats in the large theater. Scanning the crowd, Yoruichi let out a little huff of annoyance by seeing so many stuffily dressed people.

"You didn't have to come." Urahara reminded her.

"I promised little Byakuya that I would."

"Well, you did come."

She slapped his hand sharply before it reached its destination. "Kisuke." She warned.

"What?" He tried to act innocent, but his uninjured hand was cradling the reddened one. Guilty was printed all over him, however much his expression tried to deny it.

"We're formal guests Kisuke!"

"When has that stopped you?"

This time, it was 'the look'.

"Alright, alright Yoruichi-san." For a moment she thought he would be quiet. "If the movie is good, I'll let you come home in cat form."

"Can I assume what will happen if it is bad?"

"Of course." His hand got a little farther before she slapped it. "You tease me Yoruichi." He pouted.

"Be quiet Kisuke!"

The theater darkened, and Yoruichi's once stiff posture shrank to a slouch as the opening credits slid by. For a moment she thought she was all clear, but she heard Urahara before he even spoke.

"We don't have to go home Yoruichi, we're in the back and maybe you can still go home an ol' sour puss."

Yeah right, with a title like 'Lotus Petal' there was no way she was going to even watch the film.

The only thing Urahara regretted was that he probably wouldn't see Yoruichi's dress so clean until the next big event, as he was fairly sure it had made its way under his seat.

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- Well, I hope that was enjoyable, I originally planned for Soi Fon to come running in, but for some reason every time I write them together, I can never manage to keep them from touching each other. -shrug-