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Chapter 36: Visitors

I sat alone in the back of a shiny black car. It was taking me back to my residence in Karakura town. It had only been six and a half days since I was gone from my home, but it felt like an entire lifetime. I felt like, it's been too long since I last saw Urahara-san. I missed his warm skin, the strands of his messy blond hair, the soft and gentle scent that he possessed. Sometimes, when I used to wake up in the middle of the night while he was staying over, I would touch the prickly surface of his chin. Nearly everywhere else was smooth to the touch. The texture of his skin, the conture of his muscles, random veins in his arms and hands, everything about that is so wonderful!

I, rookie teacher and future head of the Kazehana Corporation, am in love Urahara Kisuke. And I am on my way home, from a week of hard work and karaoke. It would be another hour until the school day was supposed to end. I received emails from my replacement who told me the the progress of the class was well. I never met Inai Nisaku, but I heard from other teachers and the principal that he is doing a 'good job' and would like him to stay around permanently. It's too bad that they don't have the kind of budget to actually pay him what he's getting now.

Urahara-san is so getting love tonight. I giggled to myself in the car while thinking of my 'plan of attack 2006' on Urahara. I wanted to have Urahara-san so many times during this week. Just to have him next to me in bed, I wanted to be held by his warm body. It really would have relieved the stress I felt during my work week. I bought a bottle of perfume called, "Desire Dream", and it has a delicious citrus scent that is guaranteed to make a man wild. I found out about it from reading about popular perfumes on the internet. Even though it is named, 'Desire Dream', people on the net tend to call it, 'Wet Dream'. Those people are perverts, but so is Urahara-san. It does have an alluring scent to it. It's not an overpowering perfume like some of those 'old lady' perfumes. And I've already gotten compliments after a few days of wearing it.

Urahara stood outside of his shop as he watched even more fake high school students leave his property. He wondered if they would really fit in Ochi Misato's class. And he wondered if she would be annoyed with having even more students filling up her class. I know Misato never liked Rukia. And she already doesn't like Renji. I wonder how she'll feel about these other shinigami entering her class. She doesn't know about them yet. Well, she's in for a surprise tomorrow!

The blond shop owner looked up at the clear blue sky, sadly. It felt as if everything was happening to fast. More and more, the reality of an impending war with Aizen was become solid and heavy in his thoughts. He sighed to himself dejectedly as something familiar started to form in his mind. Misato's presence was strong. She was back within the city limits and near her home. He smiled widely to himself.

"I'm home!" I said while entering my house.

No one was waiting for me. I heard the car speed off as I set down my suitcase on the living room floor. Even though it was only the afternoon, I felt tired from the car ride and the early events of the day. Waking up at 6 am is not my style. I stretched my arms after I took off my petite cut yellow blazer. I walked towards the kitchen as I heard the front door being shut behind me. I could have sworn I already closed it myself.

I turned around and immediately bumped into Urahara-san. He didn't even give me time to gasp as he went straight for my lips! Urahara-san, you idiot! I'm supposed to be attacking you. His mouth was hungry and sloppy as he continued his assault of kisses. In an instant, I was laying on my back in my bed. Urahara-san really must have missed me when I was gone!

"You look, dazzling." He said in a hushed voice as he started to undress me with the tips of his fingers.

My heart was racing. It was difficult for me to breathe when I thought of the anticipation of Urahara touching me passionately. His warm lips graced the left side of my neck. He worked his way towards his usual place, and the sensation of his touch felt much more vivid than what I've felt before. Is it because it's been over a week since we were intimate like this? Impossible, we've made love many times now. So why do my breasts feel more sensitive than ever?

Beads of sweat were already forming on my face. His large right hand eclipsed my small stomach. My pregnancy was already starting to show, it has been almost two months already. Ah, in seven more months, this kid is going to be born. Our lives will really change by the time that happens.

I couldn't concentrate on any future thoughts as my thinking disappeared into something primal. I didn't want him to stop what he was doing, but I really need to use the bathroom before we can continue.

"Urahara-san… I need to use the toilet. Can you stop that that for a minute?"

"No." He said with a heavy hot breath. Damn it! He's too cruel!

"Urahara-san, I'm about to pee on your face if you keep going like this!" I was in pain while trying to keep a hold of myself!

"Do it." He commanded in a serious tone.

"Oh hell no!" I exclaimed while kicking him in the face with my bare right foot. The powerful kick caused him to get knocked off the side of my bed!

I sat up and went to go to the bathroom. My toilet's bidet wasn't as advanced as the one in the mansion, but it was sufficient. The warm water from the bidet was washing away the fruit juice I drank earlier today and Urahara's…. drool. Mentally, I can't get over the, 'what the fudge!' feeling. But at the same time, I think about the talent that Urahara's mouth has. I can't help but feel a little dirty when he licks me, but I really can't resist him when he wants to do that.

I washed my hands and Urahara opened the bathroom door on me. He really can't wait! The look in his eyes was incredibly seductive. His face was uninjured from what I thought was a 'powerful kick'. A strong blush was over taking a majority of my face; I was paralyzed by it. My future husband being naked in front of me was not a new thing. But it seems like every time I see him like this, I'm overpowered by it! There's something illegal about his perfectly shaped muscles. And they're not oversize muscles like the kind that can be seen on those masked wrestlers. The muscles that existed on his entire body were a stark contrast to my perfectly shaped flab.

He led me back into my room and we laid back down on the bed.

We stared into each other's eyes when I said, "Urahara-san, I want to be on top."

"Maybe for a little bit. I don't know if you're thinking of the baby, but you never seem build up any speed." He seemed to wince at me as he spoke.

He earned himself a punch to the face that sent him flying off the side of the bed! I know he couldn't be injured from that. But he should be GRATEFUL for any sex or playtime he gets with me. I-am-a-busy-woman-after-all.

"Okay," Urahara sighed with defeat, "you can be on top."

"I don't think I'm in the mood anymore." I said while covering myself up with my white blanket.

"Miss Misato..!" He squealed with an unnatural high pitched voice.

He calmed himself and crawled back onto the bed. Urahara-san is really determined to see this through.

As he lay down next to me on top of the blanket, he said with a sweet voice, "Let's start again."

It only took him a few minutes before he was back where he left off. He was taking his time now, being completely perverted in the place he wanted to be. Most normal guys, want to hide the fact that they are perverts. It's their shame, it embarrasses them even though they give into their perverted tendencies. But Urahara was never the one to hold back his pervertedness. He enjoys revealing it! However, what makes him completely different from the open perverts is that, all of his perverted thoughts and lustful feelings are all directed towards me!

How he ever got himself to hold back against me before is a complete mystery. I bet not even Kami-sama knows how Urahara held himself back. Maybe he thought I was too young back then. Or maybe he backed off because I thought I was interested in other guys. Perhaps he thought that since he was a shinigami having a romantic relationship with a human would be a line that he could not cross.

Whatever the reason was, I don't think I can bear being separated from Urahara now that we're together.

Five transfer students and one current attending student entered the principal's office at Karakura High School. But instead of finding a white haired old man sitting at the desk, there was a handsome young man sitting in the principal's large brown chair, filling out documents.

"The principal left to get something to eat. I offered to help him clear some of these reports. Is there something that I help you with?" The young man asked the 'students' as he stood up from the principal's desk.

"I have new transfer students here to complete their transfer formalities." Kuchiki Rukia stepped forward to introduce her fellow 'students'.

"And which class are you in, Miss?" The young man asked the girl politely.

"My name is Kuchiki Rukia from class 1-3 under Ochi sensei. These students are going to be transferred into class 1-3 as well." Rukia spoke promptly with an 'a matter of fact' tone in her voice.

"Are you really from class 1-3? That's quite strange. I've have substituted for Ochi Misato-sama an entire week. And I'm sure there is no student named, 'Kuchiki Rukia', on the attendance sheet." He spoke calmly as he never wavered from the eye contact he made with the student.

"Would you mind checking that attendance sheet again for me, please? I've been attending class 1-3 since the school year started." The fake student raised her voice a little.

The young man pulled out a shiny black cell phone from his right pocket. He silently texted a message as the six students standing in the principal's office watched.

"What did you write?" The dark haired female student asked him nervously.

"I've sent my personal progress reports to Ochi-sama ever since I started covering for her. Since she's been teaching her, I'd rather she reference you since I'm only a temporary replacement."

"Only temporary?!" The other female 'student' with disturbingly large breasts exclaimed. "But you seem like such a talented and handsome sensei. What class do you regularly teach? I want to be transferred there!"

"I do not teach at all." The mysterious man said with a cryptic tone while staring directly into the large breasted student's eyes. "I am an employee of the Kazehana Corporation. I was hired as someone who can do any task."

The male 'transfer students' in the room felt slightly moved at the man from Kazehana Corp. discipline against Matsumoto's infamous charm. His breathing did not change, nor did his heart change in rhythm. All they could think about was the man's potential talent should he ever enter the Soul Society to become a shinigami.

"What is your name?" The short white haired 'student' asked him.

"Inai Nisaku, age twenty three. I have been working for the Kazehana Corporation since I was sixteen. I only started fulltime work for them after I completed University." Inai spoke with a gentle tone that was neither proud nor strained.

All of the 'students' that were in the office were now swooned. Their hearts raced at the perpetual perfection. The shape of his lips, the rich hazel color of his eyes, the soft looking tassels of his highlighted brown hair, the delicious sound of his gentle voice; with each creeping second: they were becoming captivated.

The chime of his black cell phone rang in his pocket for a few brief seconds. Ochi Misato had replied to his earlier text from a few minutes ago. In response to his text of, "Kuchiki Rukia claims that she has attended your class since the start of the school year. And she is here to assist in the transfer of five more students. Is what she is saying true?"

Ochi Misato wrote, "Fugg that!"

With no decent response to answer the 'students' with, Inai gracefully signed the transfer formalities to finalize the transfers. He maintained a light smile on his perfectly shaped lips as he signed each one of their papers.

"Um, Inai-sensei, I have a small request~!" Matsumoto put more effort into charms by sweetening her voice. "I need help with my, homework."

Matsumoto pulled out a large stack of documents from the 10th division from her school bag. Just because she was going to be away from her division headquarters, did not mean that she would get out of having to do paperwork. She set the stack of papers down on top of the principal's desk. Inai took a quick glance at the top sheet while Hitsugaya quickly gathered the stack of paperwork into his short arms.

"Matsumoto..!" The 10th division captain said in an angry whisper.

"That looked like a budget report." Inai commented while staring at the stack of papers Hitsugaya was cradling in his arms.

"Yes they are! Do you know how to fill those out?" Matsumoto ignored her captain as she kept her attention on Inai.

"I am capable of filling them out, but I don't think I will help you with them." He said while shaking his head once.

"Why won't you?" She whined in a high pitched voice.

"I cannot help you because that is not homework, and I'm not quite sure what the '10th division weekly budget report' could mean. However, if you are paying your employees for taking on extra work, it shouldn't be too hard to fill that out yourself." Inai revealed the incredible speed of his reading ability. The papers were only on top of the desk for a moment.

The fraudulent high school students were once again eclipsed by a state of, 'awe'. Why did such a captivating man exist? They all wondered to themselves.

-A few minutes ago, Ochi Misato's bedroom-

My cell phone chimed. I had a text message. I looked to my right at my dark grey slacks at that Urahara discarded on the floor. My phone was in my pant pocket, and I wanted to check out what the text message was. The impulse was strong. I spent every day checking my phone, for text messages. I did not accept voicemail because it was too troublesome for me to listen to. I only answered text messages and emails on my phone. So much so, that I became somewhat addicted to it.

"Urahara-san..?" I spoke with a meek voice.

"No breaks! You can look at your phone later." He knew what I was getting at. And he wasn't interested with breaking his pace that he had going.

I widened my eyes and said, "What if it was an emergency?"

"Then they would have called, not text." He seemed a little annoyed with me, and quickened his pace! Cruel! Too cruel! I am a pregnant woman! He doesn't need to be this sort of unforgivable man!

"What if they had…. to text …..because they.. were being held…. hostage at a bank ..that ..was….. being robbed?" I was nearly breathless as I spoke. I couldn't concentrate on much at all! Urahara was doing this thing, where he wiggles his hips a bit and-! Damn him! If he was a normal human guy, he would not have this insane stamina.

"Then they would have texted the police, not you." There he goes again, with his rational comments. Seriously! I can handle reading a text message during sex.

Urahara was once again face down on my bedroom floor. I got off the bed and I crouched down by my slacks, pulling out my cell phone.

The message was from Inai Nisaku? He has a question about my students. What the-? Rukia says she's been attending my class for the whole time and now that I've got five new transfer students?!

"FUGG THAT!" I shouted furiously as I clutched my phone angrily with one hand. I quickly sent off an angry text before tossing my phone out of the room.

"Is something wrong, darling?" He said while holding the left side of his face.

I turned to him and exclaimed, "That bastard student Rukia is back and now I have five new transfer students! This is terrible!"

"Oh, it can't be that bad." His voice contained a very sarcastic tone to it.

"It's bad. She's not a real student, she's a shinigami! And I bet these other people are weirdos like her and Shinji!" I huffed angrily while crossing my arms.

"I think you're overreacting…" He said while taking a seat on the edge of my bed.

"Tomorrow, the whole school day will be filled with exams!" My voice sounded so deliciously evil as I spoke.

"Don't you think you're being a little too harsh? You haven't even met those other students yet."

"They aren't students!" I halfway snarled at him. I know in my heart that these new people aren't real students!

"I'm sure some of them are real students that want to learn." He said with a surprised expression.

I wrinkled my eyebrows as I frowned at the naked idiot who was sitting on my bed.

~In the Bath~

"You know why I don't like Rukia? It's because her attitude is so fake!" I spoke up as Urahara-san was giving me a back rub.

"But, if she's acting undercover, you would believe that the behavior you witnessed wasn't her real personality." He tried to interject.

"Are you somehow saying that she's really a nice person if I got to know the real her?" My tone of voice was completely snotty.

"It exists within the realm of possibility. You should try being kind instead of being wrapped up in your own suspicions." Urahara scolded me lightly.

"I thought you were a suspicious person and I was right about that." I shot back at him.

Urahara-san smiled widely. Which was surprisingly, also was his most perverted smile. I grimaced with embarrassment.

"At least you are genuine. Even if Rukia was playing a part, could have maintained some honest emotion instead of acting fake and talking down to people all of the time. You know she pretends like she's better and smarter than everyone. But she tested nearly the worst in her class! And she talked down to me, an adult. She takes her bathroom breaks like she deserves them! And when she comes back an hour or two later she acts like nothing was wrong with that. She acts like I'll forget about her disappearances." I talked as the water in the bath became incredibly warm. I'm sure I'm the cause of that, but I wasn't going to say anything of about it.

Urahara sat silently without an audible response. I wonder if he wanted to say something more. He's totally hinting that there's a Rukia that he knows that I didn't. But he doesn't want to say it. Does he think I'll get mad? I'm already upset as it is. And now there are five more students like her! Maybe I should just give up and let my replacement cover for me for the rest of the year.