Previously:

"That's it. . . You're spent," Urahara narrows his eyes at my trembling form. He'd raised his sword and charged it. He even swung at me. But he stopped just centimeters from my actual being.

This is it.

This is all I can muster.

"Let's get you upstairs,"


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Chapter 6: Who He Is

I jerk awake.

A frustrated growl leaves me, "Of course I wake up in pain! I always wake up in pain cause apparently this is my life now," I look around.

What happened last night?

I remember the training and almost dying and stuff, but after that... I just remember being really sleepy... So sleepy to the point that anything that didn't have to do with sleep barely got any attention in my mind...

What a second.

This isn't my house...

I may not remember last night, but I would have gone home... right? Then again I was pretty banged up...I might not have made it back.

But still...

I take another sweep of the room.

This room is way more homey than the usual recovery rooms in the shop.

"I'm telling you, she went home after training so hard last night. I'm sure she's waiting for one of her lovely friends to come by and see how she's doing!" is that Kiskue talking? It sounds like he's right outside that door.

"Why do I get the idea that you're hiding something from me, hat and clogs,"

Oh! That muffled voice sounds like Ichigo!

Is the little red head here looking for me? Oh crap! Of course he is! I was supposed to meet them at Sado's after training!

"Well, you take care now you crazy kid!"

"Hey! Wait! Listen to me!"

Hehe. I think Urahara just kicked him out again!

Shhk!

The opposing wall slide open to reveal the Smug hatter himself. he releases a sigh, allowing that always present smile to ease off his face as he steps into the room. Shhk! the door closes behind him.

"So you're awake." the statement comes before his acknowledging eyes. "I had a feeling you had. You just missed Ichigo," his tone is a lot more solemn. Is this his default octave? The mischievous pervert just seems like his front for the world he's concocted so that other people trust him.

After all, who doesn't trust that silly old man who helps them in a bind? They're a lot easier to accept than the genius with the sharp eyes that looks like they've already figured you out and deduced a formula that can either break you or propel you to new highs of strength.

But that last part seems to be missing right now.

He seems more... calculating. Like he can't find the proper function to apply here.

"What is it you can't figure out?" my bad habit leads to leaking lips.

Did I just say that out loud?

"What's that?" he inquires, an excited smile consuming those lips.

Rubbing at the blush rising on my cheeks halts their assault. "I was trying to ask what happened last night after training," My posture straightens. Is that a nervous tick of mine?

That smile stays put.

"Well now, you don't remember Shiro?"snap!His fan awakens at his side.

Swoosh!

I find myself out of the bed and upon him. My brown hands covering his mouth before his folded paper can.

"Shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up! Don't say it out loud damnit!" I narrow my eyes at his.

Ugh. The asshole is still smiling.

"Mut Mou Masked!" he doesn't even try to escape me.

I swear I'mma hurt him for messing with me.

"I know I asked! But for some freaky neaky reason when you opened that silly woman trap of yours it came back to me, and I don't want you to say it," I frown, but I'm pretty freakin' certain that my embarrassment is shining though it's intimidation factor.

Gah!

Ok! Ok... so apparently I was focused on sleeping last night. I tried to go home once, but he stopped me. But then... But then my crazy self demanded a bed if I were to stay, but he refused.

And I went and found one.

I crawled right in and the Smug hatter tried to dismay me by revealing it was his. I told him to go fuck himself, and he told me that he was sleeping in his bed so I had to make the decision of if I was going to move or sleep with a grown ass man.

But the bed was so. got damn. comfy.

So I scooted over and pat the mattress beside me! I literally invited him in!

And he accepted! taking off some of his layers to slide in with me before I kicked him out, stating how he was wearing outside clothes and how that made the fabrics contaminated!

Luckily! Urahara was nice enough to actually get up and change into actual sleeping clothes, and he probably did it without changing rooms in order to ward me off.

But he doesn't know tired me.

And apparently I don't either.

I remember pretty much conking out when he got out the bed to change. I kinda remember my rest being disturbed by his return but that was it...

I feel hands encase my wrists before lowering them to meet my eyes. I barely notice the way his thumbs press into the tense center of my palms, calming them.

"Did you just call my mouth a woman trap?" my heart stutters at the accusation.

Fuck.

He curves into me, my trapped hands pressings into his chest and filling the divots that accentuate his toned structure.

Oh my Gosh someone help me.

"Are you a woman, Shiro? A woman that is about to be trapped." he makes it his business to linger those milky marshmallows in the peripheral of my sight. I want to look so badly, the edge of vision taunts me with the way his lips tightly curl around each syllables and sculpt the vibrations to rattle me to my core. No. I can't look. If I do he'll know that I am.

I am about to get caught.

"I..." my lips part, some side of my brain delirious of his scent speaks.

"I hate you so much," There is no bite to it, no anger. Just submission that I can't help but surrender.

"Hate me already?" those deep octaves rattle in my gut.

I swallow the dryness in my throat, but it does little. My being yearns for the warmth wafting from him. For the thoughts locked in his brain. For him.

"You should... let... Let me go,"

I speak again, but another part of me has taken over. A traitorous part that my body doesn't agree with. It tries to go against my words, leaning closer to smother it out, but Urahara gets a smile of giddiness adorning his features.

"I didn't get to tease you much last night, I got all undress for you and you fell asleep on me!" he systematically releases my form, cutting me free bit by bit.

Ounce by ounce he takes back every bit of heat and fire he instilled upon me. Lastly is my hands. And I'm naked and cold.

bzzzzzzzzzp!
My phone announces itself on the night stand.

"You should answer it. I told Ichigo you were home and to head there to give you some time. It's probably him. I hope you have a lie..." he sways his cane around his finger.

"Crap..." I rush around the room. picking up my clothes. Have I been in nothing but my bandages this whole time!? Sure they cover my entire upper body, and I'm wearing my shorts. But I don't like my clothes on my torso to be this form fitting. I reach for my shirt but quickly shy away from it.

I can't wear that. everyone will know I spent the night!

"Ichigo!?" I pick up the cellular device and answer in rushed breaths.

"Shiro! Where are you? I'm at your place. Hat and clogs said you'd be here." I look around for my bag of items I bought yesterday. Oh! Is that it there on the other side of the bed?

Diving for it, I realize I haven't answer the boy on the other side of the phone.

"Me? Oh! I'm uh. Actually at the grocery store!" I huff into the phone.

"Grocery store? and why are you out of breath!? Do you need help or something?" he gets louder, seeming to lean into the receiver in his worry.

I pull out that stupid bunnie onesie Orohime and I bought and i pull down my shorts, snapping it shut between my thighs.

Oh crap... I forgot how high the top of the leg holes go. Jeeze. It's a good thing I wore high waist-ed shorts, else my panties might be showing.

Like I said.

It's a man trap!

I'm going to be so hot in this. It's already summer after all.

Oh shit! I haven't responded!

"Yeah! I do need some help, I sustained some pretty bad injuries in my training last night so carrying these bags is winding me," I throw my fishnet socks and boots on.

Ok! This should be believable right?

"I'll see you there! And thanks!"

I hang up on him.

Ok! This should do right? I only changed my top but like, I own a million shorts like this and socks like this, it's not suspicious.

I sprint for the rooms exit, but Urahara blocks it.

"Hey, I really need to beat Ichigo to the store! Can you move, please? Also, I can't bring that bag with me of he'll know something's up, can I leave it in here? I promise to come back for it as soon as I've gotten rid of-" my mouth snaps shut.

He watches me with his intense greys, and his smile is the most mischievous I've ever seen it.

"Aaaaaaaaah-" It's not a scream. It's not high pitched enough. It's just a note I hold as the realization of what I just did dawns upon me. And I keep holding it. And I'm pretty sure for every minute that I sustain that octave, his lips spread a little bit wider and look a little bit more evil.

"-aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh I fucked up," I yelp.

"Did you?" he questions, screw his jovial tone!

"No!" I shake my head, "You fucked up! Why did you just stand there! If you see a lady getting naked, you high-tail it out the room!" there is no real accusation in my tone, just unrepentant horror. "Even though it's your room..." I add the last bit reluctantly.

. . .

. .

.

I fucked up.

"Congratulations! You've been blessed with the loveliness that is my body, even if it was mostly obscured. Thanks for playing!" WHAT AM I SAYING!? I sound like one of those game show hosts!

Ok, I'm not longer cold. I am burning hot. Mostly my face.

My chocolate hands worm around him, opening the door to the room and I squeeze by because even he seems a bit shock by what I just said. Albeit, pleasantly so.

"You need to be careful, Shiro,"

I kick up my inhuman speed and disappear from ear shot.

bzzzzzzzp!

I skid to a stop at entrance of a 'Plants for People' produce shop.

That must be I-go-chi.

"Hey! Hey, What's up? Are you here?" I go up and down the aisles, grabbing things I usually buy, whether I really need it or not.

"Yeah, I'm at Plants for People. The one down the street from the clinic. I've been up and down these halls, and I haven't seen that irritating tuff of white hair of yours," Ichigo taunts.

I raise a white brow, "Well clearly you're blind. I'm in the 12th aisle, and I've been here for a while. I haven't seen that ugly mug of yours or that mess of carrot shavings you've glued to you head" I smirk.

"Oh! Is that right? Stay right there, I'm gonna come kick your ass!"

Oh shit. I think I can here his footsteps from here.

"Sounds like someone is too excited for his butt whoopin'," I tempt, but it is then I here my voice bounce back at me.

"Is that right?"

A woman that is about to be trapped

The most pitiful squeak leaves me as my phone drops to the ground and I jump away from Ichigo.

When did he get behind me? I should have seen him coming.

"Time for your ass kicking!" The orange haired male seems to miss my silly display. Thank goodness. I turn to him, leading with my leg and the kick sends him bouncing down the ice cream filled fridges.

"Oh no! Sir you frightened me!" I cup my face in my palms, my little helpless shtick seeping out.

"Why you..."

"I-go-chi!" I perk as Oreo comes from the left to tend to the poor boy. Her innocent orbs find me and her mood flicks from worry to excitement. "Shi-shiro!" she cheers.

"What- You guys actually found her? I was certain we were being scent on a wild goose chase!" Udyu joins the party, adjusting his glasses.

I wonder if those frames are too big for him.. he seems to always be pushing them up...

Or maybe he's just fidgety?

They seem to all regard me from a distance, helping the soul reaper from his fall. Oops, I guess I kicked him a little too hard.

"You should..." is that Sad-doe? "...Be careful Shiro... When you didn't show up... everyone worried," I look up to the friendly giant, and something blossoms in my chest. A certain euphoria.

"Yeah, will do," I promise.

After getting our goods, we head back to my place, so I can drop them off.

"Are we heading back to Sad-doe's? It would be really cool to see the place!" inquiry dances about the group.

"Sure..." the tanned male nods acceptingly.

"Oh! Great! let me just change," I head for my quarters.

"Oh my gosh! I can't believe you wore your shirt today! You should have let me know! I would have worn mine tooo!" Oreo puts the saddest look upon her face.

"Yeah, I guess I was a little too eager! This is more of a fall or winter garb, I was sweating pretty bad all day! I might even need a shower now," I head off to start the cycle.

Once I'm in the bathroom, I remove my bandages to find an almost blemish-less torso.

"Oh my gosh... Urahara is amazing. How did he do this?" I whisper to my reflection. While dancing around to survey my body, I catch sight of my tampered birth mark.

I still don't know what am or becoming...

But I guess I can leave that be for now...

Stepping into the shower instantly coats me in glorious warmth! But even this does not compare to the fire I felt earlier...

"Stop thinking about! It's stupid! You're stupid!" I chastise myself. I hate him..

Hate me already?

"Think of something else!"

I sniff my soap, "This soap smells amazing, such good soap. I should totally make more soon."

I step out and quickly dress in my blacks before heading back to my people.

"So what do you think it's for? Do you think she's famous or something?" Oreo speaks.

They're all crowded around something.

"Famous? No way, she probably flops around in them at best," I-go-chi throws his hat in the ring.

"No, I'm certain Shiro is probably an amatuer..." Udyu shrugs.

"Hey...Shiro.." Sado is the only one who seems to have noticed me. "...What are these ballet shoes for?" he asks. pointing down to the group of sweating teens.

"Pfft" I choke back my laughter.

One by one they peel back to show my favorite set of black ballet shoes.

"Oh... Uh, I actually have a channel online that I post dancing videos on. I get quite a few views, I've been told my emotion comes through pretty well, even if my movements leave something to be desire. So, to confirm and deny all theories, I am a famous-ish amatuer who flops around with compelling emotion," I shrug.

"Let's go," my brown digit guides all to the door.

"Thank you for remembering that you don't need to sneak around or guess with me. Sado," I smile.

"No problem... Here, you dropped this in the store," I look down to the sleek red of my phone and take it.

I completely forgot about it.

"Thanks again big guy,"


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