Heart's Desire Chapter 15
By C. LeShay
Genre: Romance, AU
Characters/Pairings: IchiRuki, etc.
Rating: Still a T until further notice!
Disclaimer: Me no own Bleach! I don't profit from writing this fanfiction, just so you know.
Summary: On the run from Seiretei, Ichigo, Rukia, Inoue, and Ishida arrive at Karakura to meet Urahara Kisuke and attempt to live like humans.
Yosh! Ichigo and the others are now in Karakura! The second arc begins!
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Recap of previous chapter:
Ichigo ducked and weaved to the side, forced to leave the protection of the alley as a powerful blow shattered the walls. The hollow's arm missed his head by an inch. "Shit!" he cursed as he heard his gigai's fake muscles protest in pain. There was no way he could fight it head on, not when he was holding Rukia. The situation required him to put her down, but he would not do it. "A distraction, Ishida!" he snapped out to his fukutaicho who was hidden nearby.
Miffed, Ishida wondered just what?
Unlike shinigami, the Quincy had their own power, and it could be used whether he was in his soul form or a gigai. The question is, would he dare use it? After turning away from his Quincy heritage to become a shinigami, would he use his family's ability to destroy the hollow, preventing it from being reborn as a plus once more in soul society? For all he knew, this hollow could have been just a father, a brother, or a husband who did not wish this to happen.
But what about the soul he was protecting? Was he not under oath to defend them from hollows? What of Rukia-san, who was lying badly bruised and bleeding as Kurosaki tried to get her away from the hollow?
"Byakurai!" Ishida heard his taicho shout, attempting to use kidō, now that he was left weaponless.
The ghost child cried even louder, and no amount of assurance could make her stop.
He was left with no choice. Ishida stepped outside his shelter, extended his right hand, and from his hand dangled the item that he so loathed to use. All he needed was one shot…
(Flashback)
"Take it." Ishida Ryuuken said dryly "Despite your decision to abandon our clan and our family, the Quincy will not abandon you."
Uryuu glared at his father "I will not need it at the Academy, Ryuuken. I will be given a zanpaktuô and I will be a shinigami."
Ryuuken laughed harshly, "Oh, and are you confident in your shinigami abilities, boy?" he jeered. "There will be a time when you will be without your so-called zanpaktuô, and you will need the Quincy abilities."
"Never will that happen." Uryuu said emphatically. "I will be a shinighami and purify hollows; I will not destroy the soul that resides within the filth of a hollow."
The older Ishida gave his son a mocking look "Your idealism will be the death of you, Uryuu. You will soon find yourself needing the Quincy cross, and you will be forced to use it against a hollow, and you will annihilate it."
(End flashback)
Now, as the familiar yet chilling blue beam slowly morphed into a spiritual bow, Ishida was still reasoning with himself why he was doing the one thing he detested. His face set grimly, Ishida pulled the bow tautly back and took aim.
His eyes shut briefly when he released the arrow.
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Surprisingly, the projectile never made it far.
Ishida's first instinct was to wonder if his aim was off. It NEVER went off, so why the hell now?"
"Tsk. I was wondering when you guys would get into trouble." Yoruichi said, in mock annoyance as she stood on top of a lamppost. "If you took a while longer, I might have been disappointed."
Then she disappeared in a blur, and the hollow was soon gone. "Oi, Ichigo, I didn't know you were that weak."
"Whatever." Ichigo said grudgingly as he set his wife back on the ground, "Oi, Rukia here needs help."
Suddenly, footsteps were heard running towards them "Goodness, is Rukia-san alright! I'm sorry I'm late!" Inoue Orihime pants, "I was tied up with the cutest little boy who was shopping for a present for his mother." She explained as a bright yellow light engulfs Rukia. "Yosh! Don't worry, Rukia-san, you'll be better in no time!"
"Thank you, Inoue." Ichigo is finally able to say with a degree of calm. But that was until he looked straight into Rukia's eyes "What the hell were you thinking?" he shouted, causing Inoue to flinch by reflex. "You knew you weren't strong enough, yet here you are – bleeding and bruised because you fucking got in the way of a hollow!"
"Do not talk to me like I can't take care of myself!" thundered Rukia, as she glared at the irate orange-haired man. "I couldn't very well leave the child alone, could I?"
"Bullshit! The first rule of combat is that you never attempt anything above your abilities! And you call yourself a shinigami." He said scathingly "Did you think being noble would cut it."
Despite being in pain, Rukia sat up and smacked Ichigo across the face "Fuck you, asshole!" she snarled "Didn't you think I knew that? There was no other shinigami, Ichigo – did you think I'd sit there and watch the kid die? What would you have done, got out of your gigai and have us tracked?" Pushing Inoue aside, Rukia started to stand. "I'm going home. This conversation tires me."
"Rukia-san, your wounds…" Inoue said.
"Leave it." Rukia commanded coldly. "You treated the worse ones, I can handle this now."
Ichigo likewise stood up and glared down at his wife "You sit back and let Inoue finish what she started." He ordered, taking hold of her arm. "You'll sit there until you are completely healed."
"Go to hell." Snarled Rukia, slapping his hand off, as she made her way back to the house.
"Rukia!" yelled Ichigo as he strode after the fuming shinigami, both of them continuing to hurl insults at each other all the way.
Inoue looked back at the couple that was walking away. She made a move to go after them but Yoruichi stopped her "Leave them." She said simply as she held Inoue back by the arm "Let them iron it out."
"But Rukia-san is wounded."
"Its only a superficial wound. She can take care of it." Yoruichi said simply. Turning, she faced Ishida who was, to her surprise, looking shell-shocked. "Oi, Ishida. What's up with that look?"
Ishida looked at Yoruichi in horror "I missed. How could I have missed?"
Raising an eyebrow, Yoruichi teased, "What, you wanted to destroy the hollow completely?"
"No. I… I just never miss a shot." Ishida said thickly, as if in a daze. "I'll have to ask Urahara to look into this gigai. It's not working to… my satisfaction."
"Ishida-kun…" Inoue said worriedly.
Deciding to end the other's misery, Yoruichi laughed "You didn't miss; I just sent it somewhere else." Seeing the disbelieving (and the hopeful) look in Ishida's eyes, she explained, "This is a dimension mirror."
Showing them a small, shattered mirror in her hand, Yoruichi continued on. "It's a prototype. Kisuke wanted to make something that can transfer small items from one point to another by use of this mirror." She chuckled "Well, its back to the drawing board for him, this one's a fluke. Lucky I tested it, or he wouldn't know it was nearly worthless."
"Amazing!" cheered Inoue, clapping "That looks definitely interesting!"
"Kisuke realized that you people would probably get into trouble. Your duties as shinigami are too ingrained in you for you to stop. So he came up with some things for you to use." She confided, looking smug at the dumbstruck look in their faces. "As Inoue's the only one who can use her full abilities as she's not a shinigami; and that we know Ichigo isn't that talented in kidō compared to you and Rukia, Kisuke came up with something more convenient for you to use."
Ishida was pleasantly surprised "What about our reiatsu? Will we be traced?"
"Lets not ruin the surprise." Yoruichi told him. "Why don't we head over to your place so I can tell Ichigo and Rukia about it as well. I think Kisuke will be there shortly"
"What about the kid?" Inoue asked as she pointed to the crying girl ghost who still remained in the warehouse.
"Don't worry, a shinigami will find her soon." Came the reply "But lets take the longer route, I have a feeling a Shinigami will be here soon and we stayed far too long to outrun them."
Feeling relief coursing through his veins, Ishida allowed himself to smile faintly, "Thank you, Yoruichi san." He said gratefully as he and Inoue followed her back home through another alley. "But where did the blast go?"
Yoruichi smiled sneakily.
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A scream of outraged surprise was heard all over Urahara shoten as a blue light smashed its way out of a window.
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How dare he? Rukia thundered silently as she stepped into the house, carefully taking off her shoes at the entryway. Since when did he have the right to talk to her in such a fashion – in the presence of others no less? Even before she married him, Rukia knew that Ichigo was a world-class asshole and that he had no tact whatsoever. In anticipation for this, she tried to rein in her scathing comments as much as she could. After all, in a marriage, one had to act like an adult and stay silent while the other ranted. It was a polite way of making sure that fights remained to the minimum.
However, this boorish behavior of Ichigo's was taking her tolerance to far greater heights.
Angrily, Rukia made her way to the bathroom to look for the first aid kit. Bastard. This was one of the reasons that a noble never married so far below her station. In fact, this was one of the reasons why a person did not get married at all, period.
Grabbing hold of the antiseptic and various bandages, Rukia dumped all of them unceremoniously in the empty Jacuzzi. Bastard, she cursed once again, sitting on the edge. She peeled off the cardigan she wore over her spaghetti-strap dress to observe the gash that ran horizontally across her left shoulder inwards to her spine. It was fairly long and a bit deep. Rukia hoped it wouldn't scar.
She then carefully dabbed the surface of the wound with a wet towel, wincing slightly at the pain. It was going to be difficult to clean a wound she couldn't properly see, but she was up to the task.
"Give me that." Ichigo said roughly as he grabbed the cloth from her hands. Rukia looked up in unhidden surprise. She didn't hear him come in.
"I can handle this." She said coldly, turning her nose up in the air as she reached for another towel hanging nearby, intent on treating herself. "Leave me."
"Shut up will you?" he countered back, pushing her a bit to the side so he could look properly at the wound. Then he kneeled beside her as he started to clean it as thoroughly as he could.
Surprisingly, Ichigo's hands were gentle as he went about his task quietly. With steady hands, he wiped away traces of dirt. Once that was done, he reached into the Jacuzzi for the antiseptic. This he poured liberally onto the ball of cotton, which he then dabbed on the wound.
"Ouch." Hissed Rukia, wincing from the slight sting. "Don't press the cotton too hard on it."
Ichigo said nothing, but instead rolled his eyes. Pushing aside a stray lock of hair that was able to reach her shoulder blades (Rukia, to his disappointment, decided to cut short her hair one day, complaining of the difficulty to manage it), he once more applied the antiseptic. As he saw his wife wince once more, Ichigo leaned over to blow on the wound in an attempt to sooth the sting. She was acting like a baby.
Shinigamis were supposed to be able to handle such things and here she was acting like an academy freshman.
The moment Rukia felt Ichigo's breathe on her skin she shivered. From the cold or whatever, she had no idea. All she knew was that her skin was breaking out in goosebumps. At first she thought it was a fluke, but when it happened again… and again, Rukia just didn't know what to think anymore.
"Stop squirming." He ordered as he continued treating her wound. Ichigo raised an eyebrow in question. "You're supposed to be used to the sting already, Rukia." As his wife just stared ahead with a stony face, an idea came to him "You're… ticklish." He said flatly.
"Am not." Came her swift reply.
In retaliation, Ichigo blew into the back of her neck.
The reaction was immediate, Rukia's shoulders stiffened and jerked upwards by a notch.
"Ticklish." He said smugly.
"Reflex." She retorted.
With a short chuckle, he leaned once more, this time his lips were but a few millimeters away from the skin just below Rukia's ear. "Ticklish." He whispered slowly, drawing out every syllable and emphasizing the last one. Ichigo raised an eyebrow once more as he heard Rukia stifle a giggle.
Suddenly, she turned her head to face him "I'm not –
This was obviously a bad move, as her movement accidentally made Ichigo's lips come into contact with her skin.
Both remained rooted to the spot, frozen and unable to move, surprised at the sudden closeness. Strangely, no one seemed to want to pull away.
It was Ichigo who broke the silence. "Ticklish." He whispered smugly, lips moving against the side of her neck.
Rukia's eyes fluttered shut as she felt herself tremble. She could hear Ichigo's even breathing; its rhythmic pattern lulling her body into a state of relaxation. To her surprise, she felt that her breathing was in the same pace as his.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Ichigo's lips moved against her neck. This time, no word was said. All she could feel was his lips and his warm breath fanning at her skin. Time was slowing down, as if it was treading through jelly. As she felt small, open-mouthed kisses press ever so slowly, Rukia's sigh escaped her lips.
When she felt his tongue draw a lazy circle on a sensitive part of her neck, Rukia's head sagged to the side. Her body should have followed, but Ichigo's arm was around her middle, holding her in place. She felt her body relax then slowly tense once more as she felt heat unfurl deep in her stomach; each nibble Ichigo made on her skin caused her blood to heat up as something became listless in her.
He really didn't know how it happened, but the towel was now on the cold tile floor and his right hand was around Rukia's waist. Ichigo might have pondered on the events preceding it, but he was currently occupied with nipping at Rukia's skin. With her head lolled to the side, Ichigo had more access to the side of her neck. He could feel her pulse beat frantically against his mouth, gaining his curiosity. Experimentally, he gave it a shallow bite. And when his teeth grazed at it more sharply than what he intended for a moment, he felt Rukia grab his arm as she whimpered.
Hell yeah.
As his lips traveled down to the junction where Rukia's neck and shoulders met, his right hand moved on its own from her waist upwards until it rested just below Rukia's chest. The action caused Rukia to lean back against him heavily. His other hand shot out to grab on to the Jacuzzi, bracing them as his right hand went up even higher, closing around Rukia's left breast. Instinctively, his hands massaged the flesh that was hidden by a few layers of clothing. A perfect fit.
God yes. He thought, or hissed – he had no idea anymore. He could almost hear his blood pound heavily in his hear, combined with the small moans Rukia was making. Oh damn! Everything was going so fast around them; all he could make of the room was a blur. The damn dress of hers was getting in the way… maybe if –
"Rukia-san!" Inoue's voice called out cheerfully as she let herself in the house.
Ichigo jerked back as if burned, making himself lose balance, crashing down on the floor bewildered; while at the same time Rukia snapped into attention, which unfortunately caused her to fall backwards into the empty Jacuzzi, her legs sticking out awkwardly.
Wide-eyed and her face flushed red, Rukia peered back at Ichigo nervously who was looking both poleaxed and fuming mad at the same time. If ever that was a possible combination.
Hell, what kind of lousy timing does Inoue have anyway? He thought angrily as he watched Rukia try to get out of the Jacuzzi. Looking down, he realized that he better stay inside for a while… unless he wanted to start an interesting conversation. Damn. This was not a good scenario. He watched Rukia struggle for a moment as she made her way out of the Jacuzzi, but decided to stop it before he had an even bigger problem.
The way her thighs were showing as she climbed out of the twice-damned Jacuzzi was enough for him to pray to every deity he knew in order for him not to lock the door and just have his way with her right there on the floor.
It was a bad idea.
Ichigo waved a hand at Rukia, telling her without words to go see to the guests.
To which Rukia replied with a glare as she tried to get her bearings back and straighten her clothes.
"I am not in a condition to meet guests." Ichigo ground out as quietly as he could, explaining his 'predicament.'
As a red-faced Rukia dashed out hurriedly, carrying the antiseptic and the bandages, Ichigo sighed. This marriage for convenience was turning into an inconvenient one.
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Something was definitely going on here. She had been alive for many years, and Yoruichi knew that look.
It was the I'm-screwed-and-there's-nothing-I-can-do-about-it look.
Both Ichigo and Rukia were wearing it. THAT caught her attention. A quick glance to Kisuke who just arrived, confirmed her suspicions as he was also carrying a veiled smirk similar to hers.
They were all currently having snacks. Or maybe, since Inoue made them, they were pretending to eat the snacks. Yoruichi sat on the sofa, sipping a large glass of milk as slowly as she could. Kisuke, after mumbling an excuse of having already eaten snacks, sat lazily on a chair. Ichigo, on the other hand, had his lips currently glued to his teacup, his eyes fixed anywhere else expect for two things: Inoue's snacks and Rukia.
Rukia was just watching Inoue stuffing Ishida's mouth with bean-paste jell-o and soya-seaweed cupcakes with orange marmalade frosting. All while eating a plain cupcake with whipped cream on top.
Yoruichi watched with great amusement as Ichigo's eyes were finally fixed on Rukia. Specifically, on the cream that was stuck on the corner of her mouth. As the female shinigami ran her tongue through the side of her lips, she watched as Ichigo's face turned a wee bit red.
Chuckling, she set down the glass. "Oi." She said, getting their attention. "Urahara here has some stuff for you."
At this, Ichigo scowled. That better not be another batch of 'energy tonics' and other perverted whatnot. Honestly, Urahara was just as bad as his father, with all of his 'encouragements.' Unfortunately, the lack of minors present made Urahara pull out all the stops. His blatant suggestions were so freakingly descriptive that even the naïve Rukia got the general idea.
He remembered seeing the angry and embarrassed fire in her eyes as she hit him on the head with a tray repeatedly, screaming "You wanted to do WHAT to me?" right after Urahara explained the concept behind the installed mirror above their bed.
Urahara, in his usual perverted manner, smiled slyly as he piped up that "mirrors enhance the experience, Rukia-san! The view from top is really something!" When Ichigo vehemently denied even being remotely interested in Rukia that way, Inoue once again delivered the final blow as she reminded him that he had assaulted Rukia back when she visited him in jail.
Needless, to say, Ichigo spent the majority of the night covering the damn mirror with spare blankets and curtains until Rukia deemed his effort satisfactory. Then the damned woman placed up another wall of pillows between them, even going as far as attempting to reinforce it with kidō and leaving all the lights in the bedroom on.
Heaven help him from ill-informed virgins.
Returning to the immediate present, Ichigo turned to give his godfather his most furious stare yet. "I know you're my old man's friend and all, but the moment you hand out something perverted once more, I will definitely hurt you for it." He warned as he warily eyed a large box that the other nonchalantly placed on top of the table.
"I am so offended, Kurosaki-kun!" bemoaned Urahara as he gave Ichigo a baleful look. "If you're simply not interested with this nifty gadget that allows you to fight hollows in your full power WITHOUT being tracked by Soul Society, then I'll just have to go and take these –
"Leave and I will break all the bones in your body, Urahara." Rukia said simply. For formality's sake, she had attempted to call him a respectful 'Urahara-san' during the first week of their stay in Karakura. However, his increasingly perverted innuendoes about her and Ichigo were definitely making it difficult for her to see him as someone worth respecting. The last straw came weeks ago after he gave Ichigo paraphernalia about scantily to undressed women all called 'bunnies.'
Obviously she was not amused. Suffice to say that her actions that day made Urahara extremely cautious around her, especially if she used a certain tone to address him.
"But of course!" Urahara said enthusiastically "Anything for Rukia-san!" With much slowness that was deliberate, he took out a large rectangular box from a bag beside his chair and placed it carefully on the coffee table. "Here is the latest product from the Urahara shoten; a device that even shinigami in Seiretei are not aware of, mind you."
Without a word, Ichigo opened the box and saw to his surprise… 4 ultra slim and compact cellular phones. "We already have phones Urahara, is this a joke?"
"Oh-ho, Kurosaki-kun." tittered the amused shopkeeper. "Don't underestimate these nifty little buggers! What if I tell you that by using these phones, you can turn back into your shinigami forms – in full power! – While avoiding the detection of fellow shinigamis?"
Ichigo glanced at the others before giving Urahara a suspicious look. "I'd say your either pulling our legs or this thing has a catch."
"Everything has a catch, Kurosaki-kun." Urahara chuckled, but his eyes carried a wealth of meaning hidden in its depths. "Fine, now take a phone as I explain how it works. Except, for Inoue-san; please take the yellow one. Your abilities are unique from the shinigamis, so you have a different model."
The remaining three rushed off to get the one that was not pink.
"Hey!" huffed Rukia as she eyed the red phone in Ichigo's hand and the blue one in Ishida's.
Ignoring the slight scuffle as Rukia tried to wrestle the red phone from ichigo, Urahara turned to Inoue. "Unlike their phones, yours have limited features, I'm afraid. Only a cloaking device so that humans – unless with high spiritual abilities – wouldn't see you, and a memory-modification zapper. Just press the red button and ZAP! The human forgets what he saw." As Inoue tried to access it, he immediately grabbed the phone as a precaution. The zapper function had a drawback – it carried a small amount of sting that was very uncomfortable. And he had no intention of being zapped even accidentally. "What's good about it though is that it has a built-in tracking device for both hollows and your friends here."
Showing the button to access it, Urahara handed it back to Inoue. "That way, you can always provide them medical backup when needed. Of course," he added smugly "It also has the same functions as any modern phone. You can call, text, send MMS, capture pictures and videos, a radio, a flashlight, and an MP3 player with a ringtone you can customize! 3-D technology is AMAZING so you can talk to Ishida-san and see him at the same time. Even while in the shower!"
Ishida turned red at the insinuation.
"Now… as for you three, your phones are equipped with the same functions as Inoue-san's but with just a press of the yellow key there, you can dematerialize your gigais and fight hollows with your full strength. Unfortunately, there is a time limit; you can only be in your soul form for 30 minutes before you return to your gigais and be like a human once more."
Ishida frowned "But what if we're fighting something like a menos – or encounter 100 hollows? That's going to put us in a tight spot."
"I'm afraid there's no way out of that." Urahara told him "The phone will alert you if you're near your limit. If you hear it once – it means you can only fight for ten minutes more; twice if you have 5 minutes left; and it will beep like hell - " added Urahara in a high-pitched voice, waving his hands in the air like crazy, almost hitting Ishida in the face "if you're pushing it, just before your gigai automatically materializes. The phone will also tell you if you have enough reiatsu or time left to go back into your soul form once again; so don't pick successive fights. This transformation will deplete you with reiatsu so fast you won't have time to wonder or plan a full tactical fight."
"No problem with that." Ichigo said confidently "We'll have to finish it quickly then."
Urahara nodded. He seemed pleased at his godson's emphatic response. "Good to know."
"But how does it work." Rukia said in an unimpressed yet disgruntled voice. Partly because she was still saddled with the all too cheery and glittery pink phone monstrosity; and partly because the annoying device kept flashing the word 'Low Signal' at the top left part "And what does low signal mean? I can't call anyone?"
Looking at the female shinigami seriously, Urahara frowned "No, your phone does not need to have a good signal to call, nor does it run on batteries; Low Signal means you can't synch with it, Rukia-san. It happens when you don't have enough reiatsu."
"You mean, I can't turn into a shinigami?" she asked aghast.
"Not YET. Wait for it to go 'Medium Signal' or 'High Signal' before you use it. Because its not going to work unless otherwise."
Rukia's hand clenched the phone. She wasn't fully recovered yet. Stupid phone, stupid settings. Low signal, medium signal, high signal – lame terms. Couldn't Uurahara get anymore creative and develop something cool-sounding that helps speed the return of reiatsu?
"Oi. Which button will we press for it to be activated?" Ichigo asked after he looked back at Rukia, checking if she was alright. Well, she looked mightily pissed and he couldn't blame her.
"Ah! I'm glad you asked!" Urahara said brightly, as if eager to dispel the lingering dark cloud that loomed above him; courtesy of one angry shinigami. "All you need to do is dial 1; press send button; raise the phone, shout the transformation phrase and clip it on your robes after turning into shinigmi! Its actually very easy!"
"And just WHAT is it?"
Urahara smiled at Ichigo before he cleared his throat a few times. "Ahem…" Then, taking a deep breath, he shouted in a falsetto voice "Guardian of Peace, Truth, and Justice! Protector of the weak! Defender of the Innocent! Scourge of Evil! Let the Power of God Descend and Cloak me! Shinigami Power-Up… Initializing…. TRANSFOOOORRRMMMMMMM!"
Inoue leapt up to clap her hands enthusiastically, "WOW! Amazing! Can I do that too?"
"Of course, Inoue-san!" replied Urahara in a likewise perky manner "I didn't forget about you! The transformation phrase will activate your cloaking apparatus – to hide you from shinigami and humans!"
"That was wonderful, I always wanted to be a SUPERHERO!" The buxom female cried out as she placed one foot on the table "Then I'll use Tsubaki to hit and slice hollows! I'll protect and defend my comrades, and I will be their official team healer!"
"That's the spirit, Inoue-san!"
Ishida's jaw dropped as he looked at the two in horror. "Can we just leave the hollows to the other shinigamis? I need to focus on my clothing designs."
"I am now glad I haven't recovered my reiatasu." Rukia murmured to the side, eyeing the phones with disgust and loathing.
Beside them, Ichigo banged his head on the table repeatedly "I should have just stayed in the 10th division and let them execute me at the Soukyoku Hill."
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C. LeShay's corner:
Yes, I am going on hiatus, but somehow… the reviews for the previous chapter really made me up the ante; which means I cut back my sleeping hours to write. Seriously, you guys are now making me take back my words earlier, so here is the last chapter for this month. Something to tide you over until I can update again by August (hopefully).
The idea for this hit me while I was commuting to work. As soon as I fancied Urahara bringing out the phones, my mind took on a route on its own. I had to pinch my leg so as not to howl in laughter. I don't think it worked properly; I think I traumatized a few passengers by snorting and giggling like Isshin… I hope you guys found it funny because I did; if it didn't it means my sense of humor is way too pathetic.
Please review if you did, review if it didn't. Look mom, no cliffies for today! Just you guys wait, I'll be back with a cliffhanger to end all cliffhangers… sinister laugh
Yes, though the phone seems like that of the headband of justice or something that Urahara gave to Ichigo when he was regaining his shinigami powers; in actuality, the phones were my homage of sorts to a certain Sentai show of Tacchan (a.k.a. the bishounen who will be fated to play Kurosaki Ichigo in the Burimyu) where he had this weird badge thing that transforms him to a superhero. Recklessflight, I know you were waiting for this reference a LONG TIME ago. LOL.
As for the 'making out' between IchiRuki… Surely I'll be hearing naughty remarks from my e-family about repressed desires to write lemons or something.