I wrote this after I spent all day cleaning up my cat Bellum's hair balls, thankfully Miles wasn't sick today. T.T() kitty-kats are so gross sometimes, but I love them! And thanks to everyone that reviewed, I really appreciate it!
Title: Sick Kitty
Pairing/characters: Yoruichi, Urahara
Warnings: Swearing and puking.
Urahara grimaced as he looked down the foot of his bed. He did not know that real milk, even in a saucer amount, was bad for a cat. Yoruichi laid stretched out on the foot of him bed, eyes closed trying to sun her little kitty body. She looked so peaceful and innocent, not the puking cat she had been a few moments ago. He swore she did this on purpose, making herself sick all over his room just so he would have to clean it up because HE was the one that gave her milk. She was not a house cat, she could get off her furry ass and clean it herself. He made a slight coughing noise to draw her attention to him, away from her reverie.
Yoruichi knew the moment he walked into the room, but pretend to sleep, seeing as it would annoy him to have to clean all by his lonesome. Slightly cracking an eye open, she continued with her farce to her own amusement. She tilled her head towards him, trying her damnedest to still look sick.
"Ne, Urahara-san, I'm oh so sorry about your cash register, I wonder if you'll still be able to open it?" Her masculine voice growled out.
Urahara did not look amused for a few moments before an idea came to him and broughta smile upon his face, making Yoruichi nerves.
"Oh poor Yoruichi-san being all sick, it must be awful!"
He brought his fan to his face, acting remorseful. Yoruichi just eyed him.
"A poor sick kitty like you, puking all over my shop and on my personal belongs, should be helped, humm, but where can a sweet kitty like you get help for your little tummy?"
Urahara pretended to muse while the realization dawned on Yoruichi, if only she had noticed the cat carrier before he had her trapped on the bed. A sadistic smile came over Urahara's face.
"Oh I know the VET!"
Yoruichi screeched bounding up from the bed and making a mad dash to the window, she knew he would, fuck he probably made an appointment the moment she puked on his computer. But it was too late, his large hands came down grabbing her quickly as she squirmed and clawed making it as hard for him as possible. The carrier got closer and closer…
Yoruichi could not believe this humiliation. Not only did she have to listen to him sing "Don't Fear the Reaper" on the way to the vet, she was now laying on the cold hard table in the little claustrophobic room, with him now tipping the song out with his cane. She looked over at him.
"If that vet sticks a thermometer up my ass…"
Finis
