Title: Laundry
Pairing/Characters:Urahara/Yoruichi
Warnings: Nothing really.
Legal Stuff: I do not own Bleach, Tite Kubo does.
Other: Thanks to everyone that has reviewed!
Yoruichi hated doing laundry. There was not a reason why or a rational explanation, she just hated doing laundry, yet here she was. Sighing, Yoruichi continued to sort through the pile of clothing, separating the white, darks, and lights from each other. She could not help but to muse how many clothes Kisuke and she actually had. Still she understood in some way as to why she was doing this chore. She was now living at the Urahara Shouten so she had to help out in some way. She had hoped that would mean working in the shop or dealing with Kisuke's creditors or loan officers, anything other than domestic chores. Just because she was a domestic cat does not mean she wants to be domestic. Sitting on the edge of the mattress Yoruichi looked at the piles around her. Wondering how it came to this.
She had been traveling all this time, exploring the earth. She visited places she had been when she was alive and dead. Looking back on ruins that were beautiful and whole when she had been around. She visited Ireland to try and understand where Kisuke came from. America was vast and always on the move. St. Thomas and the rest of the Caribbean were relaxed and peaceful. Mexico was vibrant with color. England reminded her of Ukitate-san for some reason. Seoul and Hong Kong were more exciting than Tokyo. She spent year after year just traveling. Yet now she was in Karakura cooking and cleaning like a wife.
Looking at the sheets, Yoruichi knew she had to get them in the wash soon or She would need to go out and buy some more. When they were younger, Kisuke and she did not understand that yes, even white sheets, could still be stained and need to be washed after rigorous nights. Grabbing the pile of sheet she pushed her way out of the room only to stop as Ururu and Jinta ran through the hall either trying to escape each other or Tessai. Continuing once the children where out of the way, she made it to the laundry room without anymore hassle. Loading the first batch of laundry into the washing machine, she did not notice as Kisuke walked in behind her and wrapped his arms around her. He bent down and kissed her neck, than rested his head on her shoulder, smiling.
"Arigatou! Yoruichi-chan, for doing the laundry. I know how much you hate it."
With that Kisuke took off and head back to the shop. Yoruichi's eyes were wide as she stared at the wall in front of her. Well maybe being domesticated was not so bad after all.
