Yoruichi yawned as boredom began to sink in. She had been training new recruits to the special forces unit all day. She was happy to do it, really (especially because she trusted no one else to do it adequately) but it wasn't exactly a thrilling use of one's day.
As the last rookie scurried wearily away, Yoruichi began to gather her weapons. The new recruits were satisfactory, all they lacked now was experience. They would fight well, when the time came.
Slowly making her way back to the special forces head quarters, the warrior princess thought only of the steaming shower awaiting her. She may not have been Soul Society's most feminine commander, but that didn't mean she liked walking around covered in grime.
Just as she shed her robes and stepped gratefully into the water's spray, a hand placed itself lightly on her shoulder. Smiling, Yoruichi turned.
"You should know better then to sneak up on me, Urahara." The 12th Squad's captain was grinning too, like the mad genius he was.
"Are you really going to say you didn't know I was there?"
"That's not the point," Yoruichi stated, feigning a haughty demeanor.
"Indeed," he murmured, leaning in to kiss her slightly parted lips.
When they broke apart, Yoruichi looked her fellow shinigami over, as if appraising him.
"I think I might require a hand in the shower."
"Is that so?"
"One of the new recruits must have managed to nick my back, I only just now noticed."
Urahara sighed, shucking his own robes in a way that suggested he was doing the woman quite a favour.
"Well, as a fellow shinigami I can not allow one of my colleagues to remain hurt for one moment longer than is necessary."
Laughing, the two tumbled into the shower together. Maybe the day hadn't been completely waster after all.