Skinned Knees
Urahara Kisuke & Hanako Ayame

Hi, Megan here. I already posted this chapter, but it was due for a rewrite. Actually, the whole story is, but that will happen slowly!
I don't own Bleach. Just a big fan.


Landing with a rather loud thud, Hanako Ayame's face hit the dirt. She tilted her chin painfully to look up at the gigantic hill she managed to fall down. "Ite," she moaned. "That kinda hurt."

"I'd imagine it would." A voice came from behind, startling her.

Slowly and excruciatingly, she rose to her feet and looked up to the person. "Ah, gomen for disturbing you." She bowed, feeling guilty that she felt so rough in front of him.

He waved it off. "It's fine. You did take a nasty fall though."

Wavering on her scrawny legs, she glanced up at the hill. Her eyes spread wide at the giant mound before her. Most people probably didn't fall down hills like that. "Yes. I'm most graceful, don't you think?"

He chuckled from underneath his green and white striped hat. "Come. I'll fix you up at my store. It's only a block or two away -think you can you make it that far?"

"Oh no, I'm fine! No need to trouble over me!" She exclaimed, waving her arms frantically in front of her. "I'm alright! I just got a little beaten up-"

"You're bleeding."

Ayame glanced down at her arms and legs, nausea immediately kicking in at the sight of red. "Whuuu? Blooo-"

The man stared at her fallen form, a little panicked. He glanced around to see if someone had seen this girl drop to the ground before him. It probably didn't look good. Regardless, he couldn't help but laugh. "I guess she has a weak stomach."

xxx

"Who's the kid?" Ichigo asked the red haired man in front of him, confused as to why there were always so many fallen people at Kisuke's market.

Renji shrugged. "I don't know. She looks like she got mugged though."

"Actually," Urahara started as he walked into the room. "She simply fell."

Both of their jaws dropped. "Where the hell did she fall from? A sky scraper?"

"Funny story actually. You know that huge hill down the street? Right over the park?"

Ichigo winced as he glanced at the sleeping girl. "Ouch. That had to hurt. Did someone push her or something?"

"Well, from what she said-"

Yes.I'm most graceful aren't I?

"-I'm pretty sure she just tripped."

"But there are guard rails! How do you fall down thatwhen there are guardrails," the teenager yelled.

Renji was getting excited too because he actually had some input. Somewhat. "Yeah, I've been told those are supposed to stop you from falling." Ichigo shot him a look like it was a stupid question, but it went unnoticed.

"Calm down. I'm sure there's some explanation," The store manager said lazily. "We'll find out when she wakes up. Do either of you recognize her?"

Renji turned around to get a better look at the girl, only to find she wasn't there anymore. "Where'd she go?"

"What are you talking about," the blonde questioned as he went into the neighboring room. Ichigo watched quietly from the hall as the upper half of Urahara looked down. He looked a little confused when the man shook his head at the ground and called for a bandage from Tessai. Ichigo waltzed into the room where everyone was.

"What happened?"

The shop owner told his theory as he put two bandaids across the new gash on her forhead. "My guess is: she woke up, looked under her bandaids, was about to pass out but fell off the bed and knocked herself out instead."

"That's gonna hurt in the morning."

xxx

Ayame woke up to shooting pain, once again. "Ite... Headache." She looked at her bandaged hand and deemed it a palm-ache. Her wrapped knees were called knee-cap-aches. She looked over her body, naming all her injuries so forth, but when she came to a big banage on her wrist she couldn't say it hurt. "I wonder what's even under here," she mumbled to herself as she tried to pull up a bandage. A hand quickly stopped her.

"I don't reccomend that one; you don't do so hot with blood." The man from before asked her. Something about him raised no fear in her, which was a nice change.

"There's...blood?" Just the thought of it made her dizzy. She squinted her eyes and tried to focus, but found her attempts futile.

"Would you like me to get you some tea?" Urahara offered, lowering the woozy girl back down to her pillow.

"Oh, please don't trouble over me. I'm just a little-"

He smiled and headed for the door. Just before he left, he turned and added, "I'll try not to make it too hot for you." When he left, mild panic rose in her chest. She had no idea where she was, and frankly, she was too sore, too bloody, and too dizzy to move. She closed her eyes and wished it all away, hoping to find some happy place behind her eye lids, but found nothing fast enough; the man was back. "Here's your tea." The man came in with a tray with two cups of tea on it. He took a seat on the bed next to her knees. "I apologize, we haven't met properly. My name is Kisuke Urahara."

"Oh, I'm so sorry for not introducing myself before; especially since I'm in your home! I'm Hanko Ayame, sorry for intruding."

"Don't mention it. Are you feeling alright? How are your injuries feeling?"

She sipped her tea slowly, looking over her cup at him. "Why? Did something happen?"


Yes, super short, I know I know. I think the rest are longer.