Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Her lovely violet hair splayed across the blanket, a slight frown twisting her mouth. Pale hands intertwined with her own, darker ones, and a sleepy face looked down at her. Yoruichi sighed up at Kisuke.
"Can't sleep?" he queried. She shook her head, trying to shift around to see the stars, but his hair was blocking her view.
"Kisuke, move?" she asked weakly. He obliged, but then sat back and scooped her up into his lap. She protested mildly, but didn't really mind much. The human world was cold and Kisuke was warm. He still held her hands.
"It feels... weird. Wrong. This world feels messed up." His voice was muted.
"I know what you mean. Everything's too slow or too fast, and everything's so young... they've got lives and lives ahead of them, and they don't even know it. I think they should."
He sighed. "We've talked about this, Yoruichi. Mad as we may be at them, we can't tell everyone about Soul Society. Cosmic imbalance, end of the world, remember?"
She scowled. "I know, Kisuke. I'm not a child. They did what they had to, to protect their own, even if what they had to do was throw you away like trash."
"You know, you didn't have to be here with me. I'd have been fine on my own."
"Kisuke, don't lie to me. I'm not stupid. You'd have been messed up, I'd have been messed up, neither of us would've been okay, being separated like that, and you know it."
"Well, it was worth a shot."
"Not really."
They sat in silence then, Yoruichi watching the stars make their leisurely way across the darkened sky and Kisuke watching her. He spoke again.
"You know, you could always go back - "
"I'm not leaving you, Kisuke. So don't even try it."
"But you never did anything, so they might still let you back in."
"I absconded with a known traitor of my own volition. I think that counts as something, Kisuke."
"You could say I forced you."
"How would I say you caught me? I'm the fastest shinigami in all the Gotei - " She stopped abruptly, and Kisuke squeezed her hands.
"We're not a part of that world anymore, Yoruichi. We have to remember that."
She sighed. "I know. It's just kind of hard. Everyone we know, they're all lost to us forever."
"But not to you," Kisuke insisted. "You could say I coerced you, blackmailed you - "
Yoruichi whirled on him, topaz eyes gleaming dangerously in the darkness. "Do you really think so lowly of me? That I'd flip-flop on you, just like that? No way, Kisuke. I'm in this with you, for better or for worse." Kisuke quirked an eyebrow at her.
"That sounds like a marriage vow." Yoruichi laughed, a hollow sound, but reassuring all the same.
"I'll marry you, then." Kisuke gave her a slow, measuring look.
"Really?"
She grinned at him. "Sure, when you become an honest man, I'll walk down the aisle." He snorted at this.
"So never, then?" Yoruichi leaned into his chest.
"That's up to you."
