Wow, already at seven!

"Eh, it's not that impressive..." Hotaru muttered, writing "I love Kisuke-kun" on all of the Narrator's notebooks and drawing pads.

Hey, they're supposed to say "I love Spoony-kins".

"...You're so weird..."


Several days later, after Hotaru had discovered the joys of television, Kisuke had everyone go somewhere. Walking through the crowds, the young red head heard loud yelling. "That sounds like Rukia-chan and Kurosaki-san!" She pointed out. Kisuke simply smiled and continued making his way through the crowds.

"Don't! Ichigo!!" Rukia shouted, trying her hardest to get to Ichigo.

"I know!!" He shouted in reply. "Lemme go!! Dammit!!" It was then that Ichigo found his shinigami self flying forward.

"Hello!" Kisuke greeted, Tessai on his left and Hotaru, waving to her friends, on his right. "Look, Don't space out. You're in a hurry, Kurosaki-san!"

Obviously Ichigo got the idea, as he turned around and started running to where he should be. "...Why are you in this sort of place, Urahara?" Rukia asked. "Are you...scheming something...?"

He pulled out his fan and grinned widely. "No way! I'm not scheming anything at all!! You see," he shut his fan, "these kids, and Taru-chan, love this show. And they said they wanted to come here no matter what. So I came here without any choice...And then I heard Kuchiki-san's shrieks from far away!"

"Fool!" Rukia interjected. "I don't shriek!"

Hotaru grinned widely and waggled her finger in front of her. "Don't lie! You totally do, Rukia-chan!" She stuck her tongue out playfully. Rukia glared, obviously annoyed by her friends antics.

"When I ran over to see, it surprised..." Kisuke was cut off by someone tapping his shoulder.

"Hey, you." A guard was questioning him.

Kisuke turned to the guard and put his fan in front of his face. "Yes?"

Hotaru popped out from behind him. "Can we help you, sir?"

"Are you familiar with those two?" The guard pointed toward Rukia and Ichigo's body. "Am I right? If that's so, let's have a little talk over here."

The green and white hatted man seemed to become a bit nervous. "Um...no...Well, y'see..." Suddenly he pulled out one of Soul Society's inventions and set it off. There was a bright flash, and the next thing Hotaru noticed was that Kisuke had tossed her over his shoulder like Tessai had with Ichigo.

As everyone ran away from the scene of the crime, Rukia began shouting. "You...! You moron!! You use Soul Society tools that freely!!"

Kisuke shifted, Hotaru slightly. "I had no choice!! I didn't want to get mixed up in your trouble!"

"You're the one who stuck your nose in my business!!" She retorted. Everyone stopped once they were a safe distance into the crowd and turned their attention back to Ichigo.

Rukia watched him intently, if not seeming just a little bit nervous. Okay, she was pretty nervous. It became painfully obvious when she felt a hand on her shoulder and practically jumped out of her skin. Hotaru just smiled at her, giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "He'll be alright. You just gotta trust him." Rukia nodded, turning her attention back to Ichigo and relaxing slightly as the hand remained on her shoulder.

As the fight went on, everyone remained rooted, occasionally speaking what was on their mind. But you all know how it ended...


"What?! You're skipping the rest of that?!" Hotaru was once again shouting in the ear of the Narrator.

Yes. Yes I am.

"You really are lazy." She frowned, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

But, I'm happy that way.


"Y'know, after eight strait hours, you'd think she'd be tired by now..." Kisuke commented, watching Hotaru scrub every corner of every room in Urahara Shouten. She'd been cleaning since she woke up that morning.

Tessai nodded. "This will definitely be the cleanest shop...anywhere really."

Suddenly, she stopped and stuffed the rag she was using into the pocket of her apron. She walked over to Jinta and Ururu, who were sweeping in front of the shop. "Give me those!" She said, snatching the brooms and taking them further towards the street to...dust them?

Jinta rolled his eyes and walked inside. "Well, she's officially gone nuts."

"What do you mean?" Kisuke asked, pulling his fan out of no where again.

The red haired kid jerked his thumb in the direction of the front of the shop. "She's dusting the brooms. Next thing you know she's gonna start washing our toothbrushes!" Stopping to think about it for a second, Jinta headed for the bathroom.

Getting up and heading outside, Kisuke saw that it was, in fact, true. She was hitting the brooms together to knock the dust out of them, like you would with chalk board erasers. "Thank you, Taru-chan, it will be much easier to sweep now." Ururu smiled.

Kisuke took note of how much Ururu truly admired Hotaru. "My, my, Taru-chan you really do take spring cleaning to another level." He said, fanning himself as he smiled at her.

She smiled back briefly before thinking of something else. "You're welcome, Ururu-chan. I'm just trying to do my part." She said, putting down the brooms by the door. "And thank you, Kisuke-kun! I suddenly got the urge to clean, so I just did. Now, if you'll excuse me I need to start cleaning the ladder to the training area."

Before she could run of to clean more, Kisuke grabbed her arm. "I'm sure you can take a break to have dinner with everyone."

"Dinner means there will be dishes to wash..." She mumbled to herself. "Alright, as long as I can wash the dishes after. Then my teeth will be dirty too! I can brush my teeth, and while I'm at it I can clean everyone's toothbrushes!"

"Told ya!" Was heard from inside.

Kisuke just shook his head. "So, you wouldn't want to spend time together after?"

Staring up at him, she thought about it. "Well, we haven't really gotten the chance to just talk for a couple of days now." Biting her lip in a way that was extremely arousing to Kisuke, she thought more about it. "...Okay, I guess I can take a break."

He smiled and ruffled her hair. "The shop's already sparkling clean. I think you've done enough for today."

After kissing him softly on the lips, she turned back to Ururu. "C'mon, Ururu-chan, let's go have dinner."

"O-okay!" She smiled, running to join everyone else.


Aw, how cute! You've got an admirer!

Hotaru was currently too busy drooling over the meal to notice the Narrator. She teared joyfully. "It's so beautiful! And so delicious looking!! ...OW!" She rubbed her head where the Narrator's shoe had hit her.

You truly bring a new definition to the word "dense."


The next day, after another night of Hotaru sleeping with Kisuke because of spiders invading her room, (which Kisuke had actually released in there), she found herself wondering where Yoruichi was. "Kisuke-kun...?"

The man laying next to her pulled her closer to him. "Hmm?"

"Where's Yoruichi? She's been gone for a while..."

He opened one eye to look down at her. "Y'know, even I don't know where she goes off to all the time. But don't worry about her, she's a big kitty that can take care of herself!"

As he grinned down at her, she smiled up in reply. "I know that! I'm just kind of curious is all!"

Burying his face in her soft hair he sighed. "You know what they say about curiosity..."

"Yup, apparently it killed some cat. Hopefully Yoruichi knows that!" She laughed, hugging him tightly before leaning up and kissing him lightly on the lips. But then, she felt him kissing her again only more deeply this time. He gently rolled her onto her back as he moved his kisses lower, showering them over her neck. She was slightly worried at first, but soon found herself melting under his touch.

Slowly pulling her shirt over her head, Kisuke looked strait into Hotaru's eyes. "Are you ready for this?"

Her cheeks flushed slightly at the thought of what's to come. Biting her lip again, she looked up at him with a hesitant nod. "Yes..."


And the rest is left to your imaginations, you perverts!

Hotaru was currently far too busy to add an ending comment.

Well, I debated weather or not to have a full blown lemon, and decided the story was fine without it. But if you guys really want one, I guess I can write one. Just message me if you do. Now, I'm gonna let these two "get it on" in privacy...later!