For the Bleach Romance Fanfiction Contest here is my UruharaxShinji entry! It's rather a whirl wind idea i did not have a lot of time to "create" like I normally do. Actually, rather I had lots of time and just a blank mind. LOL Please enjoy!

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Uruhara sighed heavily. He sat on an exotic array of plush pillows drinking hot tea. About the room were candles of different sizes lighting the room with a warm, romantic glow. The air was cool and flowed in softly from the open sliding doors where Uruhara watched the brightly lit sky. There he waited. Tessai had taken the children out tonight and the quiet in the Shoten was admirably wonderful; at least for now.

Earlier that day Uruhara had been rather thoughtful, meandering about the empty, customer-less shop by himself. This emptiness had gotten him thinking. There were 3 words that sparked Uruhara's curiosity. Yoroichi had said them before leaving and would assuredly say them again soon- 'I love you'. It was a familiar phrase to the Shoten owner. He had heard many people say it, but had rarely allowed the words to slip from his own tongue. Now he wondered why people bothered to say those 3 little words.

He would certainly ask Yoroichi. Of course, that depended on how she was feeling. He smiled at the thought.

Upon a sole rooftop, Shinji strained to see if there were any stars tonight. Despite the bright city lights he often tried to find a star or two. There were many annoyances in his life now. The Vizard had a small opportunity to take a break and wander, and much like a stray dog. The opportunity was a nice one and he decided to resolve some things plaguing his troubled mind. Sorting things in importance Shinji tackled his hate of Aizen first.

It was something that he often thought of. This hate was a constant nagging at the back of his mind; coming to light mainly when he was alone and pensive. He couldn't help but wonder if he had the strength to defeat his enemy. If possibly he failed and died at the hand of the man that he, Shinji, sought revenge from. That would be the ultimate disgrace- to die at Aizen's hand.

But if he was strong enough to defeat Aizen then why had he not attacked the wretch before? Shinji paused and thought it out. Then he smiled, he knew the answer to that. Maybe he could defeat Aizen, but he needed help to find the man and defeat those that would protect him. To lose anymore of his comrades would be devastating. While the other Vizards annoyed him to no end they were his family. Aizen's time would come soon enough. Shinji's thoughts suddenly turned to Ichigo. He stifled a laugh. The boy was almost a complete waste of time. Not because of strength and power, rather his attitude turned Shinji off.

Ichigo had the makings of a great Vizard. His strength was amazing and unheard of; possibly strong enough to confront Aizen and his Espada. If only Ichigo would listen. When Shinji tried to shake the boy from his mind he came back to reality. Somehow he had wandered near the Uruhara Shoten. The owner of that place had first trained Ichigo, Shinji remembered. Was there a possible insight to Ichigo he had not seen? Uruhara would be the best person to ask.

Not that Shinji wanted to ask. Where was his pride? Still it would be nice to check up on the old man slash adversary. If this Aizen business got out of hand Uruhara would assuredly step into it. Shinji looked about the Shoten, not a single light intruded upon the darkness of night; except a room at the far right end of the building. There he could see the man himself, Uruhara. Shinji walked over taking his time. He didn't want to seem desperate. "So moonlight wasn't enough for you?"

Uruhara smiled and placed his tea cup down. "Oh, no. I like the contrast of light."

"You always were weird," Shinji said and leaned on the opening of a sliding door. Uruhara slowly looked over at the Vizard. He raised an eyebrow and a smile spread over his face.

"So Shinji what brings you here?"

The Vizard shrugged, "Ichigo."

"That bad, eh?"

"You have no idea. The kid is more stubborn and annoying than anyone I have ever met."

"Yet you're still working with him?"

"Well… yeah. How did you get through to him?"

"Hmm, me? Just the usual."

Shinji twirled his hand in Uruhara's direction, "That means?"

"Oh, but that's a secret you know."

"Whatever."

There was a quiet silence between the two as they paused, listening to an ambulance siren pass by. Shinji finally sat beside Uruhara. He picked up a tea cup and motioned for the other man to fill it.

Uruhara tilted his head. "You know that is the only other tea cup here, right?"

The Vizard flared a trademark smile. "No, I never noticed."

"Hn, I believe Haori would have hit you right now?"

Rubbing his right cheek, Shinji replied, "Yep, so were you waiting for someone?"

"Maybe."

"Certainly not waiting for me, so…"

Filling his tea cup Uruhara stared at the Vizard and the Vizard stared back. It was a cognitive silence. Shinji held up his tea cup to be filled. The host nodded and found his eyes connect with his guests as a question formed in his mind. A moment of enlightenment one might say. Uruhara never blinked as the question alighted form his lips. "I love you…"

Sadly he was never able to finish the actual question. Shinji's face changed to unbelief as he gapped at the "man" in front of him. The words 'I love you' rang in his ears. Consequently the Vizard's hand holding the tea cup jumped and connected with the tea pot Uruhara held spilling tea all over them both.

The tea pot rolled in the air and Uruhara leaned over to grab it. Shinji scowled trying to wipe off some of the boiling tea on his arm when he saw Uruhara leaning towards him. It was just too much. The ex-shinigami on the other hand was only worried about his tea pot. From the Ming Dynasty, the tea pot was an antique and about to shatter over Shinji's head. Uruhara would not have that. Shinji on the other hand saw his hosts outspread arms in a completely different light.

The word "No" stuck in Shinji's throat as Uruhara fell on him. "Gotcha!"

Yoroichi stretched allowing the moonlight to enticingly run its rays over her curvaceous body. The night was a beautiful thing. She had left the Shoten with its occupants and Uruhara more than a week ago. Now she was coming back. Closing her eyes and breathing in deeply, Yoroichi always enjoyed coming back to the Shoten. Each time was different yet, elicited the same response: content and complete satisfaction.

Even from afar she could see the illumination of candles from a single room of the Shoten. Inside she burned with a feeling for release and entered the room. Shinji lay on the floor; Uruhara sprawled over him with the tea pot in his hand. This was the scene that the Goddess of Lightening walked in on. Shinji looked up at her with a pale and fearful face witha tinge of rage. Uruhara simply smiled . This was obviously not the kind of evening he had had in mind. A look of surprise lit up her face, but she allowed a smile to spread and stepped closer.

"Well… how about a threesome?"

Little can be said for the two men, except complete surprise.

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Thanks for reading!

Sincerely,
Anynymys1