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Urahara stretched and yawned as he stared blearily at the coffee maker. He may prefer to offer his guests horrible examples of tea just to enjoy the reactions they made, but there was nothing like the massive jolt of caffeine he got from coffee in the morning to get him coherent enough to start the day. Especially the nightmare pace the last hectic weeks the war and its aftermath had put him through.
When the machine was finally done, Kisuke happily poured himself a mug, added several spoonfuls of sugar and one of the fancy favored creamers he so loved, and, sipping contentedly, made his way to the front of his building so that he could open the shop. Fumbling slightly in exhaustion as he tried to open the door while holding a hot, full-to-the-brim cup, Kisuke finally managed to open the door dividing his shop from the rest of his home. Stumbling a bit in the darkness, Kisuke made his way across the floor by memory, taking care to avoid running into any of the myriad displays he had set up. Finally arriving at the far wall and it's light switch, Kisuke vowed to finally make the time to fix the switch back at the door he came in from.
Giving the switch a flick, Urahara was profoundly unhappy to note that the darkness failed to lift like it was supposed to. Kisuke bowed his head and let out a deep, heartfelt groan at the work he would now have to take care off immediately. Taking a sip of the life giving ambrosia known as coffee, Kisuke was distracted from his musings about whether he had the right parts to tackle the job or if he would have to run out by the sound of loud, unfamiliar, childish voices outside the door. Furrowing his brow in confusion before settling his face into it's normal pleasent mask, Kisuke unlocked and pulled open the door, only to be greeted by the sight of a small hoarde of school age children, with a few parents scattered here and there, beaming at him.
"Yes? Can I help someone?"
"We all won a gift certificate to your store at the library, Mister. Are you gonna open soon?" said a small boy waving a piece of paper in the air.
Kisuke smiled behind the cup he had hastily raised to his mouth, although he was also faintly puzzled. He didn't remember giving out any gift certificates as prizes any time recently.
"Well, if no one minds that the lights seem to be out at the moment, I don't see a problem with opening the store. Please just be careful since the only light coming in will be from the door."
And with that Kisuke flung open the front doors and turned back to go into his store, only to stop and drop his cup in shock at the sight that greeted him.
Every last thing in his store was up-side down and attached to the ceiling in the same locations they would have been if they were still in place on the ground. All the displays, every last bin and container, everything: it was all upside down on the ceiling. Hearing the camera's clicking behind him, Urahara knew that everyone would soon find out that he, the person who always knew what was going on, had been blindsinded. He would never be able to live this down.