Yoruichi liked to speak to Kyoraku on Friday mornings. Fridays were the days after he got heavily drunk and could not remember the night before. Even before he became a captain, the boy for he and she were the same age and she could never see him as anything but would still attempt to get the attention of girls around him. While he succeeded on Thursday nights, he would never actually recall the events the following day. He would be well into depression until Kisuke showed up to remind him in a whimsical voice of how he had terrorized the women the night before. Kyoraku's face would light up. That is, until Yoruichi added her lie.

Kyoraku lounged underneath a blossoming tree with a book in his left hand and a cup in his right. His eyes darted between the two people sitting in front of him. He hated to ask them the question he knew they were waiting for. After closing the book and sitting his drink aside, he folded his arms over his chest. "Well, what happened?"

"You weren't drunk enough to forget last night." Jushiro stared at his friend with accusing eyes. Well, maybe he was trying to catch one of them in a trap. He'd just ruined it. He shrugged dismissively before taking up his on book.

Yoruichi yawned rather loudly behind him. She rested her hand behind her head. Kyoraku wasn't so smart; it was Jushiro who was too smart for his own damn good. Her laughter interrupted the thoughts of the two men. Kisuke approached them dressed in a green kimono, stilted getas, and face paint. He collapsed on the ground beside Jushiro with his hand pressed against his forehead. Yoruichi clutched her stomach at the tightening of the muscles from all her laughter.

Kyoraku raised his eyebrows. "What happened to you?"

"I went home with the woman Yoruichi took you away from." Kisuke sighed loudly. "She took all my underclothes. So, I had to walk back here like this."

She rolled over into her stomach as the laughter continued to shake her into fits. Slowly, she crawled towards her best friend and wiped his face with the sleeve of her jacket. A blush crept into her face when she noticed Jushiro's eyes on her. She slapped Kisuke's wandering hand away from her cheek. "Sorry, perhaps I should take better care of you then."

Kisuke stood. "I have to go change." He started to walk off, but Kyoraku jumped to his feet and followed him at close range. He wanted to tell Kisuke about the accident he'd had in his room when he'd gone in there earlier in search of his shirt. Yoruichi wondered why Kyoraku's shirt would be in Kisuke's room anyway, but she didn't ask. She suddenly remembered they'd played cards and drank the night before. Why was she the one who was suddenly forgetting things? Her eyes strayed to the man sitting across from her with his legs crossed underneath him as he read silently. "Jushiro-san, how do you know Kyoraku wasn't really drunk last night?"

Jushiro looked up from his book with a smile. Yoruichi blushed and looked down at the grass moving in the soft breeze. She looked back into his face just as he replied. "He didn't drink. He planned on getting you and Kisuke drunk enough to make you think you had sex together."

Yoruichi frowned. "Kisuke and I sleep together anyway."

"Yes, but…sleeping and sex are not the same." He blushed and looked down at the book again.

"What?" She blinked at him impatiently.

"Everyone was drunk but Kyoraku. The party cleared out with us three left in Kisuke's room."

"How do you remember all of this?" Her voice rose at the end of the question.

The book in his hand landed on the ground softly. He leaned towards her on the palm of his hands. "Because I would never forget the way your skin feels or tastes." He chuckled at the look of disbelief on her face. He crawled towards her slowly until his face was less than an inch from hers. His breath was warm against her against. "Remember? You said you could never quite sit still when you had that much sake in your veins." His lips covered hers hungrily. His hand touched the smooth skin of her cheek gently as he deepened the kiss, brushing tongues with her.

Yoruichi pulled him on top her. Her head felt light at the feel of his lips on her neck and collarbone. She dug her fingers into his hair deep enough so that they touched his scalp. "I have no sake now." He looked at her questioningly. She pressed their lips together again and allowed him to lie between her thighs. " I feel like moving."

A/N: What can I say? I'm a sucker for Yoruichi and Ukitake pairings.