Ichigo shifted his weight on the ground. "Do you feel that?" He asked quietly, leaning his head back against the blonde man's shoulder.
Urahara nodded his head. "I believe that Sado is right outside the door." He took one last drag off of his cigarette and disposed of it. "Do you want to go and speak with him?" He asked softly, running his left hand up and down the orange haired boy's arm.
He shrugged. "I don't know. I suppose I should," he sighed and stood up. He looked down at Urahara and grinned. "You know, your hair looks so ridiculous in those pigtails." He laughed as he watched the man raise his hands to take out the rubber bands holding his hair in place. He quickly quieted and squatted down to be at eye level with him once more. He stilled his hands. "No, let me?" Soft brown eyes met grey ones, as Ichigo took the pigtails out. He watched as he shook out his hair. "That's better." He pushed some hair behind his ear and smiled as the signature locks fell in front of Urahara's face, framing his nose. "I'll be back in a bit." He stood back up, walked towards the door and slid the door back.
Sado was walking away from the room he was coming out of, confirming that he was indeed at the shop. He had thought he had felt his rieatsu, but wasn't certain. "Oy! Chado! Wait up!" Ichigo walked faster down the hall to catch up to his tall friend. He watched him walk outside of the shop and joined him outside. "Why are you walking away?"
"Ichigo," Sado grunted. "I didn't mean to bother you."
"Who said you were bothering me?" Ichigo asked, scratching the back of his neck. He couldn't quite figure out why his tall friend was here. "Why are you here?"
Sado looked down at the ground. "Rukia asked me to follow you."
He looked up at the man with a surprised look on his face. Rukia? Why would she send Chado to spy on me? "What on earth for?"
A man of few words, Sado shrugged. "Don't know. But I'm here. And now I'm leaving." He turned to walk away.
"Wait! You don't have to leave if you don't want to. Urahara and I were just going to go down to the basement to begin training. Do you want to help?" He knew that Sado was extremely strong and powerful. He had seen his brute strength in action in Seireitei.
Sado shook his head. He looked down and saw his friend Noba, with Kurōdo, was peeking around the screen door and watching their exchange. He gave a small wave to the Mod Souls and turned away from Ichigo. "See you at school tomorrow, Ichigo."
"Yeah, okay!" Ichigo stood there and sat on the porch. The pink rabbit haired purse walked over to him.
"Oy, Ichigo! What'd you say to Sado to make him upset?" He crawled up onto Ichigo's thigh.
"I didn't say anything." He grumbled, standing up to make the Mod Soul fall off of him.
"Ouch! Was that necessary?" Kurōdo asked, rubbing his flat backside. Noba watched the two of them silently.
"I'm going inside." Ichigo walked into the room and walked back to the where he had left Urahara. When he saw that he was no longer there, he picked up his things and began to place them back in his school bag.
"Going so soon?" He turned around and saw the blonde back in his normal attire. He looked him up and down. "What? I took off the other clothes which you seemed to have despised so much." He patted down the green pants and pulled down his striped green hat lower on his head.
Ichigo approached him, standing directly in front of him. "Did I say I didn't like it, old man?" He took off his hat and twirled it around on his finger. With his other hand, he pushed some of his hair out of his face and smiled at him. "I like you in whatever you feel like wearing." He leaned forward and inhaled the scent coming off of the man's neck. "Mmm...what do you smell like?"
He looked up and saw that Urahara was beginning to blush and knew what was coming next. "Like I'll tell you," he whipped out his fan and began to fan himself. "Kurosaki-san, you're making me blush. Are you going to go and train, or are you leaving me?" He batted his long, pale eyelashes at him.
Feeling his stomach drop at his playfulness, he put on a non-chalant face. "Tsch, like I want to train right now. I still have an essay to write, no thanks to you." He tossed the hat back to Urahara. He watched the blonde man take his hat and place it back on his head, once again shielding his eyes from the world.
"Alright, old man. I'll see you later." Ichigo nodded and began to walk back out of the room. He stopped when he felt the older man place his hand on his arm. He stopped and looked at him. "What is it?" he asked quietly, not sure if he had wanted to hear the answer.
"Just be careful out there." Urahara said, letting go of his arm. Ichigo felt like he had wanted to say more, but left it at that. He nodded and gave him a genuine smile. "I'll be seeing you, Kurosaki-san."
Turning around, Ichigo locked eyes with shaded grey ones. "Ichigo." He winked and left Urahara's shop.
As he walked back to his home, Ichigo began to think of his current situation. Ichigo wasn't quite sure what was going on between him and Urahara. Ichigo wasn't certain when things began to change between the two of them. He knew that he felt a strange desire to always be with him. All they had done was gotten close to one another, such as their earlier sitting arrangement. But that was all. Nothing more, nothing less. Do I want that to change? What happens when it does?
Ichigo arrived home and saw that it was just Karin and Yuzu. He breathed a sigh of relief. "No dad tonight?" he looked at Karin and she shook her head no. "Someone is watching out for me. Thanks, Karin." He hugged his sister. He took his plate of food and walked up the stairs. "I'm going to eat in my room." He didn't wait for an answer.
Upon entering his room, he saw the petite shinigami sitting on his floor, drawing her beloved rabbit. I have got to get her a drawing book to teach her to draw something else. This Chappy is going to be the death of me. "Oy, why'd you send Chado after me?"
Rukia looked up from the floor at him. "I'm worried about you. What's wrong with that?" She turned back to her drawing. Ichigo sighed and sat at his desk, shoveling food into his mouth.
"Nothing. But just ask me, okay? You don't need to send a tail after me. And if you want to spy on me, send someone who's rieatsu I don't recognize. Might make me think it's a shinigami interested in buying something from Urahara's shop." He finished his rice and sat back.
"Why do you spend so much time with him?" Rukia asked quietly. "Is there something going on between the two of you?"
Scratching the back of his neck, Ichigo shrugged. "I don't know." He figured if Rukia was going to ask him the questions she wanted to know, then he would be just as honest with her as he could be. He didn't know if there was something going on or not.
"Baka, how can you not know?" Rukia grumbled at him. "You know, I don't want to know. It's fine." She stood up and walked to the closet. "I'll see you in the morning." She climbed inside and shut the door.
"She's right, Ichi." The stuffed lion came to life, sitting on the floor near Ichigo's bed.
Ichigo groaned. "Shut up, Kon. I don't need this right now. Let me do things my way, alright?" That shut the lion up. He sighed and got his pajamas out. He went to the bathroom, did his normal night routine and made his way back to his room. It wasn't that late, but he was exhausted and just felt like going to bed.
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Ichigo found himself lying in a strange bed. He wasn't quite certain what he was doing, but he could see pale blonde hair on his stomach. He grinned and put his hands on the head that the hair belonged to. "Kisuke," he whispered in a husky tone.
"Mmm...yes, Kurosaki-san?" Pale grey eyes stared up at him. He pulled him up his body and stared into his eyes.
"How many times do I have to say it?" He leaned forward, capturing the older man's lips with his own, still gripping onto his shoulders. "Ichigo," the orange-haired teen said. He grinned as he felt Urahara wrap his arms around his body. He felt him nip at his neck and he groaned encouragingly.
"Is this what you want, Ichigo?" Urahara drawled out, continuing to nip at the teen's neck. "Or how about this?" He raised himself up once more, and the two began to kiss one another. Ichigo parted his lips, reveling in the touch of Urahara's moist lips against his. He thrust his tongue inside of his mouth and felt his arousal rub against Urahara's.
"Ichigo!" He tossed his head to the side, feeling Urahara begin to kiss down his neck.
"Ichigo!" He watched as the pale blonde worked his way down his body.
"ICHIGO!" Rukia screamed at the top of her lungs, jolting Ichigo awake.
"WHAT?" Ichigo screamed, looking up at the petite woman. He looked down at his waist and saw his very noticeable erection. He grabbed a pillow and threw it over his groin. "Why did you wake me up?" He glared at her.
"Your moaning was too much. Sorry." She turned around and walked back to the closet. She opened and closed the door, and continued to mutter to herself.
Ichigo sighed and fell back against his remaining pillow. What a dream. He did his best to calm his heart down, as well as other parts of his body, and soon was drifting off back to sleep.
A/N: I switched between Sado and Chado because I know that Ichigo calls him Chado. Hopefully this doesn't upset anyone. What do you guys think? Are you happy? Would you like to see more lemony type stuff? Or are you happy with the way it's progressing so far? I love to hear from you all. Thanks to all of you who put this story on alert. :)