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Even after over one hundred years of being part-Hollow, the Vizards couldn't help but try to show off whenever Kisuke was around. Sometimes they didn't even realize they were doing it. And it was pretty obvious to them that Kisuke wasn't aware of this at all (it was hard to notice anything unusual since they have to act out of character to do that but to Kisuke this was in-character of them).
Today was one of the Vizards' more relaxed days; Kisuke was visiting, Ichigo wasn't, and it was a rather lazy summer day. The scientist was currently sitting upside down on the couch, looking at the tilted with bored interest. The Vizards were all nearby, most of them asleep under the lull of Rose's guitar, which was playing sleepy songs that hummed through the air. Sighing and partially covering a yawn, Kisuke gracefully turned himself upright and sent a lazy smile at Rose.
"You've obviously been practicing on your guitar, Rose. You sound wonderful." There was a slight pause, and the only other two awake, Kensei and Mashiro, turned as one to look at musician and scientist. Then all hell broke out between the four.
"Kisuke! Kisuke! Guess what? I've been practicing some acrobats! Do you wanna see? Huh, do ya?" Mashiro said (more screamed than said, really) this all in one breath, and seemed to appear behind the now partially-deaf scientist, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck in a straggling hug. The blonde, though dazed and slightly disoriented, smiled at her enthusiasm, and managed out a "Sure, Mashiro," before small swirls replaced his eyes and he made a slight sound that could be interpreted as choking. Quickly, Mashiro found herself being pried away by the back of her shirt from the now even more dazed Kisuke by an irritated and slightly concerned Kensei.
"Honestly, Mashiro; are you trying to kill him?" Kensei couldn't help but sound a little hysterical as he checked over Kisuke, and wasn't able to stop himself from letting out a slight sigh of relief as the blonde man's eyelids twitched and open slightly, revealing slight slivers of the man's calm grey eyes. Kensei backed away so as to not get hit if the blonde jump off the couch, but carefully steadied Kisuke as he swayed, the scientist still sitting on the couch.
The silver haired man climbed onto the couch from behind and sat down next to Urahara, muttering his apologies on Mashiro's behalf as he did so. Kisuke waved off the other man's mumbles, laughing good-naturedly over the whole thing.
"I'll be fine, Kensei." The scientist paused for a second, and rubbed his head with a slightly pained expression, before continuing. "I just need to lie down for a second." And with that, not even giving Kensei a chance to move, Urahara fainted, his head lying softly on the silver-haired man's lap. Kensei ran his hand gently through the blonde's hair, then tensed as two slight-glares were sent his way.
Rose only stared a little longer at the two men on the couch, before turning his eyes away a playing another tune on the guitar, ensuring that their savior slept without nightmares for the rest of his nap.
Yes, at that moment, the other Vizards were just really heavy sleepers.
When I wrote this, I was not trying to imply any romance. If anything, they feel affection and fond exasperation throughout this chapter, and probably the entire series of one-shots I'm writing.
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