So many of you guys liked my story Naming Yoruichi that I decided to do another one. This one is going to be just as fluffy and ridiculous, but I hope you enjoy it. :D

Kisuke sat in what he liked to call this "office…" the only room in his entire shop that actually had a table. It had been a gift from some person or another, and he often found that he came here to think about things. Right now he could hear Jinta and Ururu outside.

"Stop it, Jinta! Mr. Kisuke told us to clean up-"

Ururu's high-pitched cry was cut off by a loud thud… no doubt Jinta hitting her over the head with his broom. Instead of being annoyed by the loud cries of pain and Jinta's screaming as most people would, Kisuke found himself endeared to his little helpers. They were the best kids anyone could ask for, despite being a little… unpolished.

With a soft sigh, Kisuke lifted himself from the hard floor to lean against the door, staring blankly into the hallway. He knew his problem… he was as bored as anyone could be.

Absently, he lifted his fan to his face, admiring his own handy-work. He loved his fan…

SMACK!

'Ug…' Kisuke groaned internally, lifted his face slowly from the floor. Something had hit his back with the force of a wrecking ball, causing him to fall to the ground. Someone was still sitting on his back, laughing hysterically with an almost child-like laughter…

"Yoruichi!" Urahara cried out with joy, quickly sitting up, causing her to fall off from where she was sitting on his back. He caught her before she could hit the floor, pulling her close and burying his face in her hair. He wrinkled his nose over her shoulder… she smelled like a wet cat. No doubt she had just transformed… at least she was clothed.

"Kisuke!" Yoruichi answered with equal mirth, hugging him back tightly and nipping his earlobe between her teeth. He released her happily, reaching out to grab her small hand in his rather large one. She was smirking, as always, her yellow eyes bright.

She looked well. He hadn't seen her in about a month. Her purple hair was a bit longer, hanging just below her shoulders. But the familiar face was the same as from his childhood… she was still the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his entire life. She was looking at him in much the same way he was examining her, and she looked pleased by what she saw. She took her free hand to take off his hat, placing it on her own head.

Kisuke chuckled; the hat looked good on her. He did miss its absence on his head, however. She winked at him, pulling the brim of the hat down to hide her face.

"So, Kisuke," Yoruichi began, leaning lazily against the wall, "What ya doing?"

Urahara shrugged, avoiding her gaze. "Just watching over the shop and kids, Yoruichi."

The woman sighed, returning the hat to his head roughly. "Kisuke, you're sooo boring!"

He shrugged again, releasing her hand and smiling. "Well, what do you suggest we do?" He knew it was probably a bad idea to ask her, but he was up for anything…

With a smirk, Yoruichi leaned in toward him, her lips by his ear. Kisuke listened patiently with wide eyes to her suggestion. She really was a crazy person…

"W-we can't do that, Yoruichi…"

"Why not?" She growled, licking her lips playfully. "All you have to do is watch and laugh, Kisuke. It's not something you haven't already seen before, right?"

Kisuke blushed, knowing her wouldn't be able to talk her out of this. Not when she had that mischievous look on her little face… "Fine, but if we get caught…"

She laughed, tossing her head back. "I never get caught, Kisuke. Now, come on!"

Hopping impatiently to her feet, she nearly dragged Kisuke to the door, ignoring Jinta and Ururu's mumbled greetings. They watched with wide eyes as she pulled him.

Kisuke sighed, pausing to put his clogs on. Today was going to be a long day…

So, what was Yoruichi's plan? Read the next chapter to find out. And please press that cute little review button. ;D