A/N: Sorry for the long update. Thanks for the reviews. Now on with the story.
'Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!' Ichigo thought as he listened intently to Urahara's explanations. Never in his wildest expectations did he think that 'that' would be the reason why she went back to Soul Society. He didn't know what to feel. None of the emotions at his disposal could comprehend what he wanted to express. (A/N: Well that sounded weird…)
"Ara, Kurosaki-san! Daijobu?" Kisuke asked, feigning denseness, adding his goofy grin and his fanning. He knows that it was too much information for him to swallow it in the forty-five minutes they'd spent talking. He figured it would take at least two days or less for him to process the facts. He watched Ichigo open and close his mouth like a goldfish. It took at least five more minutes before Ichigo pulled himself together.
"I… I… I think… I think I should leave now… thanks for the help…" Ichigo said absentmindedly, lost very deep in his thoughts. Urahara walked him to the front door, bidding the orange head his farewells, all the while, smiling his mysterious, non-idiotic, smile. He leaned on the door frame as he watched Ichigo turn around the corner. He then heard some shuffling from his side, which caused his smile to grow wider than it already was.
"You lost the bet, you know." He said non-chalant manner, which earned him a 'hmph' from the person behind him. He just chuckled, earning him yet another 'hmph.'
"Dammit, Urahara. If we continue this, I swear, I'm gonna run out of 'these.'" The person said as it reached for its pockets for the agreed prize. "Besides, I think this is rigged. You knew about this, didn't you?"
"Ara! How can you accuse me of such things!! I'm just your simple perverted businessman, who happens to know about almost everything!" Urahara stated, purposely ticking –off the person. He reached for the loot and smirked before adding in, "Besides, its not my fault you suck at this, Yoruichi."
"Shut up!!" Yoruichi snarled at him. Kisuke was unfazed, being used to this side of Yoruichi. He just continued laughing.
"Shut up or else!!" She said in a menacing tone, immediately making Urahara close his mouth. He already knew what 'or else' meant in her vocabulary, and it wasn't pretty. He knows that he won't survive the 'or else.'
"There. I suggest you stop betting me for my lingerie, I only have 5 pairs left, mind you. Now, if you would just kindly bet me for money, then maybe…" She stated then trailed off when she heard a whine from Urahara.
"Yoru-chan!! It's my only past time!!" He said, pouting nad crossing his arms over his chest before adding-in "…you don't wear them always anyways."
A loud slap was heard throughout Karakura.
Meanwhile:
"You mean… Ichigo doesn't know?" asked a clueless Rukia. Orihima and Ishida nodded, sweat drops grazing the back of their heads.
"And he thinks I went back because of… Renji?" Rukia asked, earning another nod from the couple. Not being able to take it any longer, Ishida decided to cut in.
"You see Kuchiki-san, Kurosaki didn't want to swallow his pride. He was in 'emotional turmoil,' as we dubbed it, these past few years. He was in denial. He thought you just used him to do this and that, you know, the usual stuff." Ishida explained, using his fingers to lift up the glasses on his face, a habit he couldn't get rid of. Orihime thought that he looked cute whenever he did it, which caused her to giggle softly, extracting a blush from Ishida, fluttered and embarrassed by her girlfriend's antics.
"... ehrm… As I was saying, He needs a 'push' in the right direction. I'd suggest getting yourself kidnapped, but I thik you could always beat the sense into him." Ishida continued, his previous riotous blush mellowing down to a mere pinkish hue. Rukia thought to herself, thinking her plan over, and realizing that the little piece of information Ishida shared just caused her plan to all collapse.
Rukia excused herself from the couple, deciding to go back to Urahara's to make a new plan. Both individuals understood and walked her to the door. After the usual pleasantries and goodbyes, Rukia started to trek back.
As if on cue, the telephone inside Orihime and Ishida's apartment rang right after Rukia went down the stairs. Orihime picked it up.
"Moshi moshi. Who is this?" She asked politely. She heard a few shuffling sounds, including one that sounded so much like a wooden sandal. He knew in an instant who it was.
"Urahara-san, is that you?" She asked, hearing a sigh.
"Orihime-san, call Ishida-san. I have to tell both of you something important." The girl followed, calling her Uryuu. They put the phone on loudspeaker so both of them could hear. A cough was heard before Urahara started to talk again.
"Orihime-san… you're pregnant." The man said, barely suppressing his sniggers.
"WHAT!?" The couple asked in unison, feeling as if their life was flashing right before their eyes. Before the two could go any further into their thoughts, Urahara and co. started laughing. The two young adults got immediately irritated and shouted at the manager due to pure embarrassment.
"Yare yare. Gomen. I was just kidding you. It's actually about Kurosaki-san."
"Kurosaki? What about him?" Ishida snorted.
"Well, you see… I told Kurosaki about Rukia's reason on why she departed from us those years ago… And now… he knows… don't tell Rukia-san about it, let's keep it a secret between us." Urahara said, his plotting mind getting to work, running a mile an hour.
"Are you saying… that we're going to play… matchmakers?" Inoue butted in, showing her oft-forgotten intelligent side. She heard Urahara clap on the other line.
"Yes, yes! That's it!"
"Well then count us in." Ishida said, planning on ways to torture Ichigo.
"Well, it goes like this…"
A/N: You just hate me for the cliff-hanger, don't you? Anyways, Review please. Anonymous review thingy is already enabled. Reviews will be appreciated, flames would be used to cook lunch. Urahara is such a pervert. ANd no, there will be no RenRuki. Anyone who tries to persuade me will be diced with my chainsaw.