He wanted the world to live in peace free from hollows and all the other evil that lurked in the darkness. It was his people that died just so others could live better lives. Wasn't it his destiny to die doing the same as well? His midnight blue gaze danced from one face in the room to the other. Kurosaki and Renji were in a heated argument over something unimportant; Orihime spoke to Rukia, Chad, and Urahara about some strange food she'd managed to create the night before. He could tell from the expression on Sado's face that whatever it was did not fit well with his already fragile imagination. Ishida felt someone gazing at him, but everyone present was talking to someone else.
Yoruichi watched the Quincy because he was always the only person silent whenever they had enough free time to waste. He would sit amongst the others with his arms crossed, his ears open, and his eyes narrowed. She could tell from the way he gazed at Ichigo he was his closest friend, but it was the girl with the orange hair and large breast that kept his attention longest. She wondered if he had some sort of feelings for her that were too strong to be on the "friend" list. After glancing at Urahara, she crawled out of his lap. She could tell from the expression on Ishida's face that he hadn't known she was present in the room until that moment.
Ishida stared at the animal bewildered. He looked at a smiling Urahara and frowned. The man chuckled before turning his attention back to Orihime. Ishida watched the cat track out of the room slowly. He grumbled something along the lines of going to tell her off, but he followed her out of pure curiosity. His feet silently hit the floor as he walked behind her some feet with his lips pressed together. He stopped outside a room she went into. The door had automatically closed shut behind her. Should he go inside? He debated all the reasons going inside was wrong. Then he thought of all the reason going into the room would probably just end in him being horribly embarrassed. He stared at the door curiously. His curiosity got the best of him, for he eased the door open with his left hand.
Yoruichi crouched behind a stack of boxes with a deep frown on her face. The boy had followed her all the way into the stocking room? She smiled devilishly as a wonderful idea came to her. Slowly, she stepped from behind the boxes with her hands on her hips. When he looked at her brown feet and all the way up to her face, she smiled again. His eyes were the size of saucers. She flipped her purple hair over her shoulder and turned away from him, bending over to pick up a yellow kimono.
Ishida stumbled away form her, but he bumped into the door. He was shocked at the speed at which she locked the door and caught him around the waist all at once. Now, the nagging voice in his head that always warned him when he went on adventures with Kurosaki wanted to kick. Great! Here he was trapped in a room with a beautiful woman and all he could think about… Wait! Beautiful?! Urahara-san was going to kill him. He reached for the doorknob, but felt her warm hand instead. He gulped loudly and walked across the room so there was a reasonably amount of distance between them.
Yoruichi tossed the kimono onto one of the boxes as she stalked towards him. "I saw you watching Orihime. Do you like her?"
Her voice sounded so sweet and gentle he couldn't help but smile. He frowned at what she'd said. "Inoue?! She is missing too much information. No, I'm not."
Yoruichi smiled. Her nose was an inch away from his. "You just enjoy looking at beautiful women."
Her breath was warm against his lips. He looked at the door again, but realized he wasn't moving a muscle when her foot landed on top of his. To get away from her knowing gaze, he allowed his eyes to drop lower on her body. He regretted it the moment he saw her perfectly shaped chest. In an attempt to get rid of her, he knocked over a box. "Why are you doing this?"
"For the pride of the Quincy, you should be overjoyed to have a shinigami princess in your arms."
"I'd rather keep my arms." He raised his eyebrows when Yoruichi frowned at the comment. "You and the storeowner…"
"Are great friends." She kissed him roughly, but pulled away when she was overcome with laughter. Well, until you decide you're ready."
He breathed a sigh of relief as she stepped aside. His eyes scanned her body twice before he forced himself to leave the room. When he returned to the "party," everyone was arguing over the bountou. He blushed furiously at a sideways glance Urahara sent his way. He ducked behind Renji and quickly erased all that had happened from his mind. Well, all of it except for the last thing she'd said.