I thought I'd never say this but sorry for updating so fast, haha. I just felt that this would be a good last chapter for the day.

11.12 AM Urahara's place

Isshin took a sip of the newly brewed coffee he had been offered. It smelled like it had a hint of sugar in it but tasted thick and sour as the flavor of some bad milk slipped through. He grimaced.

"Yeah, it sure tastes like the family is gone," he said disapprovingly. "And like you've been away a while Yoruichi. You do NOT want to drink that milk."

"Noted," she said, pouring herself a cup of black coffee instead. "And I know. I shouldn't have left you all those months. Didn't realize you boys couldn't manage on you own."

"I managed better before you showed up," Urahara said lazily.

It was first now he had entered the kitchen. Stretching while doing so. It came as no surprise to Yoruichi that he was in a bit of a mood after their evening and morning together.

"Well, hello to you too Sunshine! Managed to find your clothes?" Yoruichi winked, jumping out of his way to sit down by Isshin at the opposite side of the kitchen.

The chair creaked as she sat down. It was a well used chair, it probably had been there for close to a century. At least it had been there as long as she could recall. She smiled one of her large predatory smiles as she leaned over the small table and spoke confidentially. "Kisuke brought home a date last night."

Expecting a comment about it, she sat back in her chair once more. Shaking her head from side to side disapprovingly she added "A very hot date."

There was a quiet second when Yoruichi watched Isshin and waited for him to say something in reply, any remark about Urahara's escapades would do. Isshin did sit up more straight in his chair, but that was the only visible reaction. She could tell that he was about to answer from the way his eyes moved. They were however interrupted when she noticed that Urahara had sneaked up from behind her. Leaning over her with ease, he dug his gaze into her eyes. Locking hers with his. It wasn't a very pleasurable expression that had formed on his facial features. It was more like a dark shadow passed over his face. This was the infamous I-had-a-very-bad-morning-and-if-you-want-to-keep-your-life,-let-me-be-alone face, she had come to know and adore.

His cool demeanor was long gone.

"Hot date, huh?" Urahara said in one of his deepest voices. "That's why you scared her off? Did you feel threatened, jealous... or did you want her for yourself?"

Though he put on a pretty good show, he couldn't make Yoruichi feel threatened by his most cruel voice even for one second. They both knew that he didn't have it in him to be truly mad at her. And that was what made him look so damn sweet. The noise coming from his mouth screamed for vengeance, but his body was still relaxed, his heart still beating slowly.

Yoruichi only laughed at him, not taken aback by his remark. "There is coffee for you over there if you'd like some."

He ruffled her hair when he walked away. Not noticing his own uncanny behavior. "I think I actually missed you," he admitted.

There was something warm in their banter that brought Isshin back to reality. It wasn't more than a vibration in the air, something so short-lived and abstract that he couldn't be sure of what it really had been until it was already over. All that was left was a thought, playing on his mind, distorting it. He wondered, Had this been one of those intimate moments, when his true friends had let their true feelings show?

The Urahara-Yoruichi relationship had been so hard to define that he was intrigued to map out what they truly felt for each other. It was like watching a movie where you couldn't guess the ending of. While their relationship had never been one easily described in words, you could try to make it out in the images of their interactions. Still, Isshin had realized that it had too many levels to truly grasp. He could of course have cornered them and asked them if they were more than friends, but it would have been pointless. He strongly doubted that they would be able to explain themselves.

Curiously, Isshin tried to search Yoruichi's face for answers about what for a second had changed in the atmosphere of their relationship.

Though he thought that he saw both fear, love, pride, hate and anger dance through Yoruichi's eyes in one fleeting moment, it left him no wiser. What on Earth had they been doing, he wondered to himself. It would be one of his many games; trying to unwrap their mysterious behavior. But there wasn't any time for that right now.

"Listen," Isshin said, changing the subject. "I have news. And you better hear them fast, before they come."

"They?" Yoruichi asked.

"The Police." He took a deep breath. "I had to do an autopsy this morning. It was on a woman, murdered just a block from here."

"Was it a hollow?" Urahara asked, puzzled. He hadn't sensed any reiatsu. Then again, he hadn't felt Yoruichi's either.

"No, the police thought it was a human responsible. My autopsy showed the same results. The murdered woman was shot from behind. It was not a pretty sight. Knife wounds are clean, but a bullet from point blank… You know how it is, bullet goes in – small fracture – but then it explodes and the hole going out... Well, let me tell you this. There weren't much brain matter left inside her when her body was brought in to me. Turns out she was a waitress down on 5th. The boyfriend was devastated."

Isshin paused for a second. His eyes focusing on the cup of horrendous tasting coffee in his hands.

"Why are you telling us this?" Yoruichi asked, perplexed. "We see dead bodies all the time."

"This girl was murdered when she was exiting the pub we went to earlier, Urahara," he continued. "And that's not all. I've been looking around for more information, these past few hours. You know what I realized? The police kept something from me. There was another woman who also was murdered last night, at the same place. She took a bullet to her stomach. Bled to death... You know why the police decided to let another doctor do that autopsy?"

There was a loaded pause. The trio looked at each other in silence, the only noise to be heard was the soft ticking of the kitchen clock and the wing-beats of a dove outside the window.

"Because I apparently was seen with the prime suspect mere hours before he left the pub with the murdered woman. Maria Hashi, was her name apparently. Blonde hair, western looking. Fluent in Japanese though, according to the witnesses." Isshin shook his head. "That's the 'hot date' Yoruichi mentioned, right?"

She must have been. Urahara could hear the echo of her laughter. He felt the soft touch of her warm hands. Saw the blue eyes stare into his, they had be so full with life and joy the night before. Could it really be? Was she dead?

"Please, tell me you have an alibi." he continued. "One that doesn't involve making the police believe and forget about the existence of talking cats? - No offense Yoruichi."

"No," Urahara said. Sitting down in obvious distress.

"Well, " Isshin said seriously. "Then you better think of one fast. The police are on their way as we speak."

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