Chapter Two's up! YAY! :D
Ehh.. (sweatdrops) I've written up to chapter four, but haven't had any time to type it! :/
Well, without further delay...
Read the story!
-Chapter Two: The Worst Time To Have an Argument-
Yawning, Kisuke woke up to an angry Yoruichi. He cowered in fear as she beat him with a pillow, screaming, "KISUKE! DO YOU KNOW WHAT DAY IT IS TODAY? OR DID YOU FORGET… AS USUAL?"
"Well… uh… um… of course. Of course I know what day it is today!" he responded, trying to look cheerful.
"IF YOU KNOW, THEN WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME?"
"That's easy, my dear Yoru-chan. What if you were the one that forgot and so you're just trying to turn it around on me so that you could find out-"He was silenced by a loud smack to his face.
"KISUKE! You do this every year. I, for one, am FED UP WITH THIS! You'll have to do a lot better than that to keep me!" She smacked him again.
"What was that for?" he asked.
"I'M NOT YOUR YORU-CHAN!" With that, she shunpo'd out of the room, and Urahara could hear the door slam a minute later. He sighed.
"What day is it today…?"
Urahara pulled out his zanpak-tou and shoved it into the physical manifestation doll he had in his room. Instantly, a woman appeared. She was wearing a wide-brimmed red hat that shaded her eyes, and a beautiful red ball gown. She also carried a fan. Snapping her fan out in front of her, she asked him, "What is it, Urahara?"
"Benihime… What day is it today?" he asked.
"I can't believe you. Yoruichi got mad at you, didn't she? Well, I'll tell you this: She has every right to be mad at you. How could you even do this to her?" And with that, she faded away.
"Well, that didn't solve anything."
Was it good? RxR plz!
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