Disc. I am not the almighty Kubo-sama. I'm sorry. : (
Timeline: Has no connotation with the previous drabbles.
Clothes
The boys had been sparring the entire day. Renji and Chad against each other, Ichigo against Urahara. By now, everyone had given into their exhaustion and were lying on the tatami mats in one of the Shoten's merchandise rooms. Kisuke, of course, had barely broken a sweat. Still as a credit to Ichigo, he had managed to destroy another article of the shopkeeper's clothing.
Which was the reason why Rukia at this very moment was tiptoeing around Kisuke's room. It really was a simple request. Yoruichi had asked her to go get a new set of samue for Kisuke, while she and Tessai treated to the younger boys' wounds and the man himself cleaned up downstairs. Really nothing too grand… Except she had never actually been alone in Kisuke's 'castle'.
It was a bit odd that she had never been in his room. She had used his shower, graced every other room of the store and house but not the legendary sanctuary. It had always seemed to personal. Though really, the 'castle' itself wasn't too much of a castle. She paused at the doorway and surveyed the room. It was extremely neat, despite Urahara's lazy and messy appearance. Everything was in order, from the notes on his desk to the hentai manga at the bottom of his bookshelf.
Shaking her head, she walked across the room and opened the closet doors. It was dominated by samues and black haoris. She paused momentarily. Her hands cautiously pushed them to the side and began to go through the clothing buried in the back… A tight blue sweater that Ichigo would most likely love to get his hands on... A fur coat? A formal suit. Blue jeans… t-shirts.
Rukia grinned to herself. If only he wore the other things more often. Not that the samue was bad or anything. In fact, she and Orihime had often discussed wonderful view it allowed of his chest but still...
She needed to go. She was taking way too long for just a new samue. Humming disappointedly she began tugging everything back into place, when one of the haoris fell from its hanger. She bent down to get it and was met with the sight four or five boxes of files. Research? But, what really caught her eye was a big brown box. Underneath the layer of dust, Kisuke had poorly drawn a sad cartoon face on it (Honestly, some people said she was bad a drawing? Hmph!).
Rukia looked back at the door. No sound of footsteps or getas… She tugged open the box. The first thing she noticed was the strong compacted scent of Kisuke with the musk of age. Then, she saw it. Sitting on top of what had to be the more confidential research files was a white Captain's haori. Her breath caught in her throat as her hand reached out to touch it in wonder. It was of the same silk of Ni-sama's coat, but maybe even softer with age. Delicately, as if the threads might suddenly tear, she pulled into her lap and admired it, samue forgotten. Captain Urahara Kisuke's captain's haori. Her hands traced along the 12th's symbol. Even though it had been trapped in the box for who knows how many years, the haori still gleamed brightly in the dim light. Sighing, she began to fold it when two hands caught her own.
She gasped. Her eyes widened into what had to be a deer-caught-headlights look.
"Urahara, I'm sorry! I accidentally dropped one of your haoris and the box caught my eye… and I really was just about to put it back!" She stumbled over her words, embarrassed at being caught. She, of all people, knew about not liking to think about the past. Even as a Kuchiki she should have known better.
Thumbs rubbed at the pulse points at her wrists, and lips came to speak at shell of her ear. "Rukia…" Her breath once again caught in her throat. What is he doing?
Thankfully, his hands moved down to the haori. "Well, I knew you had a fixation with closets but really, Kuchiki-san."
"Urahara-san, I deeply apolo-"
"Try it on." He grinned a lecherous smile at her.
What?!
"Wh-What?"
"Try it on for me."
That-That pervert!
Her eyes narrowed and pulled away from him. "I'm not a captain, Kisuke, nor do I have anything to do with the 12th. And I will not take part in your perverted fantasies. Go ask Yoruichi-san."
He laughed.
"Ah, yes. You and your loyalties to Ukitake." He got up and removed his hat and shorn haori, setting them down on the bed. She swallowed nervously. "So even if this might be a little fantasy, I still don't know why you're giving this up. After all, it might be your only time wearing one." Her nervousness at the sight of his bare chest was over-run by anger.
"You bastard."
Urahara grinned amiably. "I'm only kidding, Ru-chan."
She glared imperiously at him.
"Come on, try it on for me."
Rukia rolled her eyes. "No."
"Then Kuchiki-san, you will be held hostage in here till you do." If all she had to do was comply with a tease to get out of the room and away from his bare che-
"So, if I put it on… You'll leave me alone?"
"Mm-hm."
"And forgive me, too?"
Again the laughter. "Rukia, how could I hold something so integral to your nature against you? Curiosity, I would say, is one of your strong points."
"Are you saying that I'm a snoop?"
"Just put it on, Ru-chan." He said in that singsong voice.
Well… It's not like she hadn't always wanted to know what it felt like. And any kind of dressing in front of Urahara Kisuke added some kind of an excitement to things. She just began to slip on the first sleeve, when his hand interrupted again.
"I meant the haori without Yuzu-chan's dress."
Her eyes widened and her skin heated.
What!?
"Ru-chan, you look scandalized. I'm merely suggesting, it would look better with just you and your natural… self."
"N-No." Curse her shaking voice.
"No?"
He began to circle her like a predator to his prey.
"I'll call for Ichigo-"
"He went home just a couple of minutes ago. Something about homework."
"Renji-"
"He's out like a light."
"Well, I can still defend-"
"Against something you want?" He closed the distance between them, hands coming to rest at her hips. "Against something Kurosaki-kun and Abarai-kun can't give you?" Her body warmed at his touch.
"Let go of me, Kisuke."
"Against something only I can?"
Her eyes met his. A hand moved to the buttons at the back of her dress. One by one he slipped them out. The look in his eyes was exhilarating.
He started to slip off the straps.
"Kisuke-"
The dress fell to her waist. In a moment of boldness, she pushed it down to her feet. The feeling was wonderful, naked skin against naked skin. Her arms traced along the firm muscles, playing with what she knew she shouldn't. His lips began to kiss along her jaw. The boldness returned, and she slowly pulled away. Rukia smiled cockily when she noticed he was panting. She reached down to pick up the discarded haori and tugged it on. It overflowed her small frame and she took advantage of that fact to firmly wrap herself in it.
He looked at her, bemused. She reached up and bit firmly on his ear and whispered, "Good night, Kisuke."
And with that she turned on her heel and ran out of the room for dear life.
THE END!
Author's Note: D : D :D : D Okay… near smut. . If I get reviews, I might give you an alternate ending for this drabble.
Anyways, if anybody wants to know if Kisuke's room was based on fact... it somewhat is. If you notice… I think it was during the Kon drama thing, Kon investigates the Shoten and you're able to see the door to Kisuke's room and there is the little sign "Kisuke's Castle". And later during the Karakura superhero episode you see an out to lunch sign on the shoten door… which inspired Kisuke's cartoon. And of course all the references to Tite's color spreads. XD But this chapter was fun. It amused me to say that Kisuke put his hentainess out in the room for all to see yet kept his nerdier side in the closet. .
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-SayuStang