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A/N: This chapter does feature a mild lemon so be warned.

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Kisuke motioned for the rest of his team to get into place, he would enter the room by himself and they would give him a few minutes before rushing in afterwards. After all one man was easier to go undetected then ten, they spread out ostensibly disappearing into the overcast shadows of the large hallway.

They received a tip from a very credible source that something big was going down and one of their most wanted would be there unsuspecting and ready to be caught red-handed. Typically he was an office man, being the director of that unit he mostly did paper work and make sure all assignments were completed and deadlines met. But once in a while he liked getting back out in the field, feeling the adrenaline pump through his veins in the middle of all the action.

He took a deep breath his fingers grasping the trigger of his small firearm tightly, if possible they needed him to be brought in alive. There was a shit long list of crimes that they knew he committed and a shit long list that they had a hunch was also his handi-work. That and the hundreds of family members that wanted some kind of justice for their loved ones and closure for themselves.

As quietly as he could he turned the handle of the door and pushed it open until he could see what was happening on the inside. The room appeared to be empty, but appearances could always be deceiving. Kisuke paused as he heard a muted rustle and then another. He crept farther into the room his trained eyes scanning the darkness for the source. As he neared the other side of the room the noise became louder and it seemed like it was coming from the open door that led to the large walk-in closet.

The instant he stepped into the dark closet he knew something was wrong, first of all this was a woman and they were in the closet, nowhere close to his bed. She seemed oblivious to him as he crept closer placing the barrel of his gun against the bare skin of her back. She froze dropping the jewelry she had been stuffing into the small pouch around her waist. "Turn around very slowly." he whispered taking a moment to cock his gun just in case she got any bright ideas.

Before she even fully spun around he knew who it was. "Urahara." she whispered stunned. Her hazel eyes widened and her lips formed a perfect little 'o'.

"What are you doing here? Please don't tell me you've added murder to your repertoire." he hated to even say the words but at this point he didn't know. It had been years since he had last seen her and on the path she had been headed it was a possibility.

"Murder? I'm just here to steal some gems." she answered subtly pushing the pouch into the pockets of her dark pants. "I should ask you the same thing? Since when does Mr. big shot boss do the dirty work?"

"We received a tip that there would be an attempt on the senators' life tonight, someone we've been trying to catch for the past two years." he wasn't sure why he was explaining this to her but it relieved him somewhat that she had no idea what was going on.

"That can't be..." she started then stopped mid thought, "I have nothing to do with that." she sounded sincere and maybe it was foolish of him but he was going to give her the benefit of a doubt.

"Leave the jewelry and go, no one will know you were here, just-"

"Sir we have a situation" Shinji's curt voice interrupted him in the small ear piece he wore, "Sasakibe was shot."

"Get out of here now." he muttered to Yoruichi, she nodded emptying the little bit of jewels she had collected back into the drawer and pushing past him. She headed towards the window and he headed towards the door. He glanced back once at her retreating form before closing the door behind him. "Where is your locale? Have all exits blocked and eyes on every possible escape route." he was sure that Yoruichi could take care of herself and she would make it off the grounds safely.

Sasakibe was shot, but not fatally and there was no sign of the shooter. The senator had not been on the property he was half-way across the country with his wife. Well this hadn't quite turned out how he had expected it to, they were still nowhere closer to catching Tosen and one of his best men was injured. The bright side if any, he did get to see Yoruichi again, after five years she hadn't changed at all.~~

Kisuke loosened the tie at his throat and placed his hat on the hat rack, three hours later and he was beat. Sasakibe was discharged from the hospital, most of the paper work typed up. The only thing he hadn't had a chance to do was stop and think. What was Yoruichi doing there and why had his source lied? There was no way it could be just a coincidence that she would rob the senator's mansion the day Tosen was supposed to kill him. It just didn't add up at all.

His bedroom light was off and for the second time that night he drew his gun. A trick he learned, criminals usually turn out the light even if it was on to begin with. He really wasn't in the mood for more action tonight but what could he do just say 'fuck it' and go back to work?

"You're late." she didn't turn around just threw him a sexy glance over her shoulders. "Did ya get your guy?" she asked pulling the sleeves of her shirt down her arms. Her fingers went to the belt at her waist and began to work the buckle loose.

"What are you doing here?" Déjà vu if he ever felt it before. He wasn't complaining, if she wanted to stand in his bedroom naked who was he to stop her? She had a stunning body and a face to match, her brown skin seemed to glisten in the moonlight as she finished undressing.

"A thank you for earlier" she replied reaching for him, running her fingers beneath his shirt.

"Oh is that all?"

"Of course, what other reason would there be?" she didn't give him a chance to answer as she pulled him close planting her lips against his. The first contact between them ignited the simmering fire that always seemed to erupt whenever she touched him. He lost all train of intelligent thought and his body went into auto pilot helping her strip him of his clothes.

They franticly made their way to the bed, he moved his hands to her breasts, caressed them, tasted them, pulled her nipples into his mouth, had his tongue glide over them, round them, sucked on them, made love to them with his tongue. Yoruichi's breathing was getting heavy her hands tangling in his shaggy blonde hair.

Kisuke moved his hands down to explore the rest of her body. She had a full, round butt, tight and firm, her legs were long and slim and dressed in some type of stocking, that she hadn't given any effort to removing.

She bit his earlobe, left a trail of bites and kisses down his neck, sliding her hands over his hairless chest, over his flat, hard belly. He held his breath, and didn't dare to do anything but let his hands rest on her thighs. Her hand wrapped itself around his cock Urahara closed his eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of having her fingers jerk him off.

She didn't look at him she was too busy concentrating on his nipples. She flicked each one with her tongue as he had done to hers. He moaned and she threw him a coy look from beneath her lashes, with how sexually frustrated he was already that look nearly made him blow his load.

She must have realized it was getting too much for him because she suddenly straddled him, guiding the head of his cock to her opening. She slid down over it, impaled herself on him, and he grunted when her tight, moist folds encompassed him. He held her butt, caressed it, pinched it, and she rode him like she hadn't been fucked in months. She held onto his shoulders to steady herself. She was in control something he wasn't used to but he was beginning to like.

Yoruichi seemed to be oblivious to the entirely erotic image that she was providing him.
He wet his fingers and guided them between her folds rubbing her clit; watching in fascination as the double stimulation pushed her over the edge. She came hard on him. Her pussy tightening up around him, and she hid her face against his shoulder, muffling her cry of passion. Kisuke finally let himself go pulling her hard against his cock as he came in her. ~~

Sometime later he was awakened by movement bedside him. "You're not staying the night? We can go another round or two if ya want."

She shook her head her long hair cascading about her as she did so, "I have work to do." She was glorious under the soft moonlight the light skimming over her naked breasts.

"Of course." He really wanted to be snide and correct her, stealing wasn't a job. He sighed trying to get comfortable in the now empty bed. "Rain check then?" He asked watching her quickly get dressed.

"I told you, this was just a thank you." She leaned over and placed a quick kiss to his parted lips. Before she could pull away he buried his hand in her hair deepening the kiss.

Don't get him wrong he knew they weren't together any longer, but he had to have some kind of souvenir just in case it was another five years before he could touch her again.

"Be careful Yori." he said when she finally pulled away, her lips made even more tempting from his kiss. "you know where to find me if you need me."

"I'm a big girl." she replied mockingly and grabbed her small bag on her way out.

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Tōshirō frowned as he took a seat in the back of the loud bar he was supposed to meet his contact. He would know him by the black and white cap he would be wearing. A waitress came over to him a curious smirk on her brightly painted lips, "aren't you a little too young to be in here?"

"No." Was the simple answer he gave to her then essentially ignored her, she scoffed offended and walked off.

Ten minutes later there still was no sign of his contact, he was about to call it quits and head back to base. However there was a girl who seemed to be very fixated on him. From the moment he had taken that seat she had kept her eyes on him.

It wasn't strange for women to hit on him, apparently his turquoise eyes and stark white hair was such a striking combination women found it irresistible. He didn't give too much thought to his good looks because he wasn't looking for hook ups or relationships. It just wasn't something that was a major concern for him at the moment.

She took another sip of her drink her eyes meeting his, the tip of her tongue ran across her bottom lip slowly, deliberately. She was dressed like most of the other women that occupied the bar, a second skin ensemble that barely skimmed her thighs and clung to her small firm breasts.

She looked under age, in a place like this she probably was. She was pretty with large grey eyes and full lips, she knew she was desirable and flaunted it. Maybe she was a prostitute looking for her next trick to turn, she was barking up the wrong tree.

He must have been watching her too closely because she got up drink in her hand and headed over to him. She definitely got the wrong impression.

"Hi," she said loud enough for him to hear over the pulsating music. "Are you here alone?"

Tōshirō didn't answer maybe she would get the hint? "My name is Hina, but you call me whatever you want." She said trying to be seductive, but it just came off as being fake.

He was wrong about her, there was no way she could be a pro, the way she spoke was awkward and forced. Her voice held a vibrancy he wasn't accustomed to hearing.

"Not much of a drinker?" She asked trying again to catch his attention.

"No and I'm not looking for a whore either." He replied coolly, wondering what she really wanted from him. Usually that would be a cue for her to leave but instead she smiled nonplussed.

"I give amazing head and I don't charge a lot. 50 dollars and I'll let you fuck me raw." Hearing those words in that voice was sacrilegious. She laid her small hand on top of his gently rubbing the pad of her finger against his skin, "since you're cute I might even swallow."

What the hell was going through his mind at that moment? The possibility of fucking her bareback was not as appealing as having her moaning his name in that damned innocent voice of hers.

"Not interested." Toshiro replied pulling his hand away from her touch. "I'm sure there is someone here that'll take you up on that generous offer."

Instead of getting mad or throwing her drink in his face as he had thought she flashed him a wide and , he might be imagining it, genuine smile. She walked away disappearing into the mix of people on the dance floor.

Fuck if his mind wasn't still on her, he'd save that mental picture in his mind and take care of it when he got home. Right now it seemed as if his contact was a no-show and he had wasted valuable time for nothing.

He waited ten more minutes before he got up to leave. On his way out he caught sight of Hina, she was pressed against the wall by a man nearly twice her age. He turned away disgusted by the thought that she was that corrupt. Against his better judgment he glanced back at her she wasn't smiling her face was a mask of pure fear as she tried to push the larger man off of her petite body.

He knew he would regret this, every fiber in his being was screaming for him to turn away and leave her to her potential trick. But instead he found himself at her rescue pulling her from the man's arms.

She clung to him her small body shaking almost violently, what kind of whore was afraid of a John's advances?

"You got ta problem?" The man slurred turning angrily to Tōshirō, "is she your bitch?" He was obviously drunk and that statement alone made him realize why she had been so terrified.

If he wanted to he could knock him out cold with one expertly placed punch, but it wasn't worth it to draw attention to himself. He grasped Hina by the hand and turned to walk away.

"Didn't you hear me kid?" The larger man bellowed grabbing his shoulder roughly.

In the blink of an eye he was on the floor clutching his mid-section coughing violently, he was very lucky Tōshirō could have just as easily killed him for putting his filthy hands on him.

"Let's go." she said pulling on his arm. As she led them towards the exit he caught a glimpse of his contact watching the scene intently from the sidelines. Something bothered him about the way he was watching them, "forget about him."

They left speeding away in his small nondescript car, he had no clue what the hell he was doing or why the hell he hadn't just left her there.

"Thanks" she finally said her voice even softer than before.

"Where are you staying?" He was definitely out of his mind.

"Well...hm... I don't really have a place I'm staying. When I get some money I usually just crash at a motel." She glanced out the window with a sigh. "You can just let me off anywhere. Unless you..." she let her sentence trail dropping her hand to her barely clothed thigh.

No he wasn't gonna take her up on her offer but he also wasn't just gonna push her out on the street. He had cash, he'd set her up in a hotel for the night and then forget about her.

She took the hint and gave up trying turning her attention to the bustling streets they sped by. He pulled up to a decent looking hotel and got out she followed her large eyes scrutinizing the tall building.

She didn't speak the whole time he spent talking with the service desk or as they rode the elevator to the fifth floor. The room was amazing, huge king size bed in the middle large flat screen tv mounted against the opposite wall.

"This must have cost a fortune." She said in awe coming out of the massive bathroom. "I've never stayed in a joint this classy before." She came over to him a coy smile on her lips. "What do you wanna do first?"

"Nothing." Which was a lie, he wanted to push her to the bed and fuck her senseless, "here, keep your legs closed for one night." He set down the room key and a stack of bills on the table.

She came up behind him pressing her body against his, one hand rested on his chest, "I don't need your charity." Her hand slid lower going for the belt of his jeans.

It all happened so fast he felt a tiny prick against his back, she whispered something close to his ear and then his grasp of consciousness dissipated.

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The blood didn't bother him at all or the pleading, what bothered him was the clean-up. He was not usually neat, but then again he never took the jobs that require meticulous execution. Tomorrow his client would be going to trial, if this witness doesn't show there would be no case against him.

And so there he stood in the middle of a bare apartment with a dead man staring at him glassy eyed. He could start a fire but the whole building would go down which would kill lots of innocent people blah blah blah , or he could just leave the body there.

He was never good at the disposal part, most of the times he was paid to do it messy, usually as a warning or just for the hell of it. Kenpachi groaned and walked to the back bedroom, it was cliché and stupid but he'd have to make it look like a break in gone bad.

That was a feat since there was hardly any furniture in the apartment and nothing at all that looked to be worth anything more than a few bucks.

He paused in the mix as he heard yelling coming from the apartment next door. These walls must be paper thin cause he could make out most of what they were saying.

They were fighting about money, well considering the neighborhood he wasn't surprised. He listened a while longer bored of the prospect of knocking shit over for no reason.

It was a variable soap opera, apparently there was no money for the bills and for the corrective surgery that the daughter needed, the mom blamed his lousy job and the dad blamed her for a lack of a job. In the midst of all the yelling he could hear said daughter crying her eyes out. A door slammed and then everything went quiet, well that ended pretty quickly.

Sometime later Kenpachi exited the now ransacked apartment the dead body slumped on the floor in the hallway positioned just so that it looked like he was running away when he was shot. It was plausible especially in this dump.

He pulled his car keys from his pocket as he stepped out in the night air, he had parked a few blocks away just to be safe. Although if he got caught there wouldn't be anything to pin him to the crime and not much they could do to hurt him.

As he neared his car he caught sight of a young girl awkwardly walking down the street, it was close to four in the morning so it was a peculiar scene. She stopped at the edge of the block then turned around and started back towards him.

He watched her curiously as she hobbled closer and closer, he realized she was walking strangely because her legs were encased by metal braces. She smiled at him as she passed by her round cocoa eyes sparkling from unshed tears, he didn't smile back as he got into his car.

He watched her silently as she made her along the dark street. She was going awfully slow and he could hear her sniffles echoing down the alley. Pitiful. His car roared to life and he gunned the engine.

She stopped to stare as he drove by and their eyes met again. At that moment he knew he was gonna do something stupid and impulsive, he pulled up to her on the side of the road and stopped.

"Ya wanna ride?" His voice came out gruffly even though he was trying to sound not as must look weird cause it felt weird, some random hooded man pulling up to a young girl in the middle of the night. He'd have a hard time explaining his innocent intentions.

"You aren't going to kidnap me are you? I'm not good for anything and I'm probably way older than what you are interested in."

Kenpachi chuckled, this girl had some mouth on her, "walk then." He replied with a shrug and cranked the engine. She turned her back on him and did just that shuffling along just as slowly as he crept behind her with his high beams outlining her small figure. They were still at least two blocks away and she paused turning with a frown on her face.

"Fine," she yelled over the rumble of the care engine. She made her way to the passenger's side "I'm Yachiru." She offered as she slipped in pressing herself against the door. "I forgot how tiring walking was."

"Opposed to what?" before she even put her seat belt on or was situated comfortably he sped off.

"My wheel chair." She replied indifferently as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. They drove the short distance in silence and she laughed as he stopped the car, "should I be creeped out that you know where I live?"

That's right he had totally forgotten what he was doing there. "Get out kid." He murmured realizing that he was getting caught up in a sob story waiting to happen.

"I'm not a kid." She groaned maneuvering her legs stiffly pulling one out and then the other before struggling for a moment to get her balance.

"Next time don't just get into a car with a stranger. They could be dangerous." Like him, but he wasn't the type to prey on unsuspecting young girls. She looked like she had it rough to begin with why make it worse?

She regarded him strangely for a second and he could tell she was wondering if she had just managed to escape the clutches of a pervert. She slammed the car door and stepped away, "anyways thanks." Then she was gone behind the large double doors of the apartment building. He watched that empty spot for a moment then took off.~~