Hey guys back from vacation! I wrote a lot, so I hope I will have enough to update steadily for a while.... Hope you like it, if not, sorrrrrryyyyyyy.....

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Ayame woke up tired, and her head hurt really bad.

"Ayame-chan, how is your head?" She heard someone, Urahara, ask from above her. She craned her neck up so that she could see him better. He was wearing a smile that she often saw; the one that said 'I know it hurts, but I'm going to smile for you anyway.' That one she was quite used to. "Is the medicine working at all?"

Smiling, Ayame nodded her head, "yes, it doesn't hurt at all, thanks you." It was a lie, of course , but she hated making him and the rest of the gang constantly take care of her, when they already seemed to have a lot on their plate. Her head hurt, but seeing Kisuke grin with relief was worth it. What's a little pain amongst friends? "Sorry for fainting again, everyone..."

Yoruichi put a hand on the weak girl's shoulder, "it's fine, don't worry kid. And as for the game..."

"I'll be helping you this time." The shop keeper finished for her, reassuring his little friend Ayame with a light tap. "I wont let it hit you this time! I promise!"

"O-okay K-Kisuke-kun!" The said girl replied with a slight grin.

The blonde laughed, "what, you don't trust me?....Yoruichi-san! I don't think she trusts me!"

Yoruichi put on a playful smirk, "I wouldn't either."

Gasping, Urahara threw a hand over his mouth, "no Ayame-chan! Don't listen to her!" Next thing he knew, he was diving on top of her, tickling her mercilessly.

Hanako flailed underneath the man, giggling uncontrollably. "N-no Kisuke-k-kun!"

"Do you trust me yet?!" He wasn't giving in, not until she said yes!

"Don't do it Ayame!" Yoruichi just barely blocked the light back kick he sent her, mid-tickle.

"Trust me?!"

Ayame was just about to giggle out 'maybe' but Urahara was suddenly kicked off her with a sneaker-covered foot. Ayame,Urahara, and Yoruichi stopped playing immediately and stared up at Jinta, who had a halo of storm cloud around his head. "I...Want...The...C-" He almost got the word out, but hands from Tessai, Ururu, and Renji all covered his mouth. He rolled his eyes and waited for them to remove their paws. "...The 'magical surprise' " He said with his voice dripping with sarcasm.

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"Okay, Ayame, this time no spinning, no blindfold, and he'll help you with the stick." Yoruichi said with a smile as Urahara got situated behind Ayame, very close. "Here's the bat."

When Ayame held the stick in her hands with a comfortable position, Kisuke put his hands over her's. She liked this indirect hug. "Y-you're going to help me K-kisuke-kun?" The brunette knew the answer when she felt him get closer to her back, when she felt the heat radiating from his chest, when she felt the beat of his heart touching hers. If his hands weren't over her's, Ayame was sure the bat wasn't going to stay in her hands. It would fly out of her sweaty hands and probably hurt someone, so it was good that he was there. Because she was only noticing Urahara's intoxicating presence behind her, she could only vaguely hear Yoruichi's order to lower the pinata, as well as others.

As much as Ayame was, Kisuke was well aware of how close they were, and how hot it was getting with the friction between them. At this point he wished his arms were a hundred feet long; just so he could wrap her entire body in his arms. If Ayame didn't want what he was about to do, then she shouldn't have worn her soft hair in a ponytail, as he couldn't control himself. Half lifting her, half tilting his neck, Urahara finally pressed his lips to the bare skin of her neck. Her skin was smooth and sweet tasting, just as he expected. This wasn't planned to begin with, but once the deed had started, he had only hoped to leave it as a light peck. However, he found his lips opening and his tongue darting out to fully taste her delicious skin. It wasn't long before his hands let go of Ayame's to wrap around her, and her hands let go of the bat in shock. The sound of wood hitting the dusty ground wasn't noticed by them, but it was noticed by everyone around them. Kisuke and Ayame had not the faintest clue about the eyes watching them, they were to focused on Kisuke's lips sucking, licking, and biting her neck. It was like he couldn't control himself; he found that he was squeezing her tighter and sucking harder, and she wasn't even trying to get away. In fact, she was actually pressing back on him, molding her body right into his; hip to hip. Before he even knew it, he was stepping in front of her ankles and gently lowering her to the ground where he strattled her and continued his ministrations on her neck. His hands were on her hips now, lightly tugging at her belt loops, while her hands were reaching up in his hair. At this point neither of them cared that her brand new purple tanktop was getting smothered in dust, in fact, Urahara wouldn't mind if it was simply off. Kisuke groaned, with her taste on his tongue and the feeling of her hands running through his hair, he was bound to go crazy; probably with lust. Though he wouldn't quite mind. "Kisuke..." Her voice finally rang, sounding like a bell in his ears, breaking him from the trance of her skin that he was in, and it caught him off guard.

Gasping, he quickly detached his lips from her neck and pushed off the ground so that there was no more body contact and leaned over her. He watched her turn over so she was on her back facing him, and her face made him have mixed emotions. Those emotions were: fear, fear of her rejecting him, hatred, of himself, for allowing this slip up to happen, joy, because he finally got to kiss her skin, and obviously love.

Love for Hanako Ayame.

"Kisuke..."

"Ayame?"

She stared up at him, unsure of what he was feeling. It was a great time to have psychic abilities, but she didn't. She saw that he looked nervous, but she wasn't sure why, so she decided to comfort him while she could. Lacing her fingers in his hair would not do much, that she knew, but it made her feel a little better. Kisuke closed his eyes, so she took that as a good sign and continued her light strokes in his blonde hair. Before she could say anything in reply, Urahara took action and lowered himself to his elbows so that some of his weight was on her. The blonde bowed his head over her shoulder, not wanting to face her as he spoke. "Ayame," he said deeply, "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have done that to you... But I did, and I can't say that I would take it back if I could... Ayame... you're so lovely."

"L-lovely?" She repeated.

"Yes. Very lovely." His deep voice answered huskily, almost as if he were in the trance again. He knew she was about to ask why, so he answered for her, while he still had an answer. "...Because that's just how you are, you're lovely, beautiful, stunning, inside and out." He had managed to dodge being completely honest before he said something that might sound offensive to her, for example, he would have loved to be honest and tell her 'And I want to touch you, inside and out.' But he knew that would be wrong to say, being a gentleman as he was. Knowing that his moment with Ayame was ephemeral, he tried to savior it as long as he could, not wanting to waste a single second. Just as he expected, a tap on his shoulder brought his attention back to the fact that there were people around him. As it was, it was Yoruichi who was the only one brave and soft enough to go and draw their display toward an end.

"...I hate to break this on you... But..." She said, but Urahara already knew what must happen.

He sighed, "I know."

"And we'll have a-"

"I know." Of course he knew he was going to have to have a talk with Yoruichi -rather, he would listen and she would banter on. Kisuke stood up and stared intently in Ayame's violet orbs as he helped her up to her feet. "I'm sorry, Ayame." He thought she would hate him, but he was pleasantly surprised when she smiled widely at him; happy as a clam.

"You have nothing to apologize for, I l-liked that..." She replied humbly.

Yoruichi found this extremely funny and clapped her hands, "oh! You did now?! I guess I'll just have... Oh...Renji or Ichigo do it for you-"

"No!" The young Hanako girl burst out. When she realized what she had done, she quickly blushed and covered her mouth. "J-just Kis-kisuke-kun...P-please..."

The pitiful look Ayame held on her face made the said man gather her up in a hug and whisper in her ear, "don't worry Ayame... Just me...Only let me..." When he felt her nod her head by his chest, he turned so that he only had one arm wrapped around her and so they were facing everyone else. "I guess we'll let the game begin!"

"Finally!" Jinta hollered, throwing his hands in the air with exasperation. "I don't want to waste anymore time with you two necking all over the place I want my can-"

Once again his mouth was covered and he wasn't allowed to continue, so Ururu continued on, as she was polite enough talk without ruining the surprise. "Well, why doesn't Yoruichi help her this time?"

Urahara frowned, "Ururu, I am old enough to handle a trivial matter like this." As if he had yelled at her, Ururu started to cry, feeling bad like she had insulted him. "Shhh...Ururu-chan," he cooed as he brought her up in a hug, "It's alright, you didn't hurt my feelings. I know you meant no harm. You don't need to cry, we're alright." Gently he patted her back as her crying began to diminish. "There we are." When Urahara set her down again, she was wiping her tears away, creating no new ones. "Now, let me see your smile, Ururu-chan."

It is always hard to smile after one has been crying, but the young dark haired girl tried her best, and that was enough for her employer. "Gomen..."

"No need to say sorry, you didn't do anything wrong. Would you like to announce the start of the game for me?" When she nodded, he knew she was going to be alright. "Good. Ayame, grab the bat and come on over!"

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After the Pinata deal was over, of which Ayame was quite sad it was over, Yoruichi decided that it was time for cake, and time for a chat with Renji. She tried asking politely, and when that didn't work, she resorted to morbid threats of violence. "Renji, help me get the cake up stairs?" Then, "Renji, help me with the cake up stairs." And when that didn't work, "Renji, get upstairs now, before I decide we should all play pin the tail on Renji."

That worked.

Reluctantly, the said redhead stomped up the ladder to the top. "What do you want?" Not that he actually wanted to know. This wasn't in the job description. His job was to stay in Karakura and protect it from hollows and other dangerous things, not going to some cute girl's birthday party. People don't realize how hard it is to not completely bust through a pinata. Very hard. Though Renji felt he had to give Hanako credit for being able to hide for so long, though he knew it was the work of Urahara. "Did you really need my help for such a light task? Ah, can't handle it can you, Yoruichi-san!?" The said cat girl, who had been ignoring him while she led him to the kitchen, finally reacted. She flash stepped to slam him against the wall behind him. There was no use in trying to push away her flying hands when she was so determined.

"Damn it!" She yelled and elbowed him across the face. Once again she slammed him against the wall, she was pissed off, and he could tell.

Renji was shocked to say the least, he just looked confused and yelled, "what the hell?!" Before she could start another attack on him he pushed her away, not that that did anything anyway.

"You've been bugged you idiot!" Yoruichi held out the tiny metal device in front of his eyes. "Do you see this? Now you tell everything I need to know,got it?" She waited for him to nod before she continued. "Were you walking around in your gigai today?"

"Obviously. I was at the theaters with everyone."

"Don't get smart with you wearing that shirt yesterday at all?"

"No."

"Did you run into anyone? Someone you didn't know?"

"It's a city, of course I bumped into people."

"Was there anyone you saw who was noticeably suspicious?"

"It's a city, of course I saw sketchy people."

"Shut up. This is serious. Did anyone touch you or anything like that?"

"Actually now that I think about it,there was a creepy guy out side the theaters. I kept an eye on him, but then he disappeared inside, so I wrote it off."

"Did you see him again?"

"Yeah, it was dark, but he was sitting in the row behind us I think....Oh shit... He tapped my shoulder, saying we were being too loud... Shit... I didn't see him after that..." The realization was finally dawning on him. "He moved up."

"Right after?"

"No, he waited a bit..."

Yoruichi looked troubled, and she was putting pieces together, pieces that she really didn't want to put together. "Before or after Kisuke came back..."

The red head knew that something bad was happening. And he knew that 'bad' was fast approaching. "After."

"Did you see where he moved?"

"Up... About six rows up... He sat right behind them."

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