"GAHH!!!!" Ichigo yelled, falling back on his rear. His eyes were wide, face red as sweat beads began to form. He couldn't move, couldn't breathe. Time seemed to stop as Yoruichi looked at him from her position; one leg out of the shower, her other leg cocked up on the ledge of the bath tub. Neither said a word as a dark blush lit up her own face. Seeing that he was staring, frozen, she smirked, stepping out and walking towards him dripping wet. Ichigo felt his heart pound. Why did she have to constantly tease him?
"Ichigo, your staring you know. Do you like what you see? Would you like a closer look?" She asked, squatting beside him. With wide eyes, Ichigo looked down.
"AHHH!!!!!" He screamed, squirming back and hitting the small bathroom table. Several bottles of hygene products, shampoo, and soap fell around him, some hitting him on the head. Yoruichi chuckled in amusement, standing and folding her arms under her chest. Ichigo was too mortified to notice the deep gash in her stomach had healed and disappeared, without leaving a horrible scar.
"Y'know, with you being the way you are, never wanting to steal a peek at me when I'm offering you the opportunity to see me fully, it makes me wonder if you don't swing the right way." Her tone was mocking and Ichigo felt great annoyance. Jumping up, completely forgetting her nudeness, Ichigo stepped up to her, looking down at her.
He scowled. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Yoruichi just chuckled, removing her arms and putting them on her hips, leaning up, her face directly in front of his.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" She grinned, purring slightly. This made Ichigo even more frustrated. Bringing up his fist, his eyes got big, fueled with anger.
"I am not gay!" He shouted. Yoruichi couldn't help but laugh as she raised a slinder brow.
"I'm skeptical about that. Your a boy, you shouldn't turn your head when I get undressed. You should be treating your eyes to a enticing view. I know my body can't be that bad."
For a moment Ichigo was silent, his anger subsiding as he blushed again.
"No, not bad at all." He murmured, allowing her those few seconds of boasting pride. "But it's not right to look. I'm not some pervert you know. I have feelings like that, but I won't go around like some freakin peeping tom." He said, shoving his hands in his pockets and turning around. "Besides, your sexy as hell and I have admired your curves a few times."
Yoruichi felt her heart quicken. She hadn't expected him to say that last part. She watched as he walked from the bathroom, fast strides. Sighing with a smile, she slowly put on one of Ichigo's T-shirts and a pair of his blue jeans along with his studded belt.
Outside, Ichigo laid back on his bed, staring out at the very sunny and very clear sky. The rain had subsided for now, but he knew it would return later that night. The bathroom door opened and Yoruichi stepped out. Ichigo sat up, stretching.
"Well, its nice out today. Why don't we go get some air?" Ichigo offered, putting on his shoes. Yoruichi glanced out of the window, then nodded.
"Yeah, I could use some air." She said, smiling. Ichigo nodded, standing and grabbing his wallet. "You know, my wound has healed." Yoruichi began as they walked down the stairs. Ichigo opened his mouth to reply, but then growled and turned, sticking his foot out; face met foot.
"What's the deal dad!?" Ichigo growled, bringing his fist up. Isshin smiled, grabbing Yoruichi's hand.
"I'm so envious of you Ichigo my son!!" He cried, tears streaming down his face. Ichigo's eye brow twitched as he glanced from his moaping father to his sister Yuzu, who was giggling from the living room door way. Karin narrowed her eyes, coming down the stairs.
"Move!" She yelled, kicking her dad in the rear, sending him flying down the stairs and into a wall. Isshin quickly recovered.
"Thats my little girl!" He smiled happily, the tears long gone as he ran to hig his daughter who punched and kicked at him until their small brawl turned into a huge frenzied one, Karin obviously having the upper hand as she planted her fist once again in her dad's face.
"Ugh! Your so immature dad!" Karin yelled, running out the door. Yoruichi laughed openly, staring down at the sighing Isshin.
"Ah, honey, our kids are growing up so fast!" He smiled, his eyes shimmering. Ichigo shook his head, grabbing Yoruichi's hand as he walked past Isshin.
"We're going out, we'll be back later." Isshin went to launch at Ichigo, however, the door was slammed in his face, causing him to crash into it, sliding down it with swirling eyes.
"I'm glad it stopped raining. Being stuck in the house all the time is kind of depressing." Yoruichi nodded, looking down at the park to watch the kids play. They came to a stop as they leaned on the rail of the bridge he'd normaly cross when going to school.
"You said we'd both be back later, does that mean, I can stay with you?" Yoruichi asked. A light breeze blew by, rustling the autumn leaves around their feet. Unconsciously, Ichigo scooted closer to her, their arms and shoulders touching as they leaned on their forearms over the railing. Her hair blew slightly, causing her to shiver. Smiling, Ichigo wrapped an arm around her in an effort to keep her warm.
"Well, I don't see any harm keeping you at my place." His face reddened. "Other than killing me with your assests." Yoruichi laughed, smirking. "Your welcome to stay as long as you'd like. I know you don't want to return to hat'n clogs shop. That perverted man probably doesn't leave you alone."
"Why do you think I take on the form of a cat?" Yoruichi said matter of factly. Ichigo let out a chuckle, pulling her closer to him.
"Good modification." He smiled, looking down at her. Her eyes rose to meet his. Another breeze blew by, yet they said nothing. Their eyes were locked, unwilling to falter. Yoruichi felt a fimilar pull inside her, growing stronger and stronger. Ichigo, likewise, felt as if he were being dragged under some sort of spell. Slowly, they're faces inched closer.
"Ichigo!" Keigo yelled, waving as he rode his bike towards the unofficial couple. Keigo's eyes widened as soon as he saw the dark skinned goddess. "Whoa.." He blushed, eyes wide. Ichigo stepped infront of her.
"Eyes off Keigo." Ichigo glared. Keigo smirked, nudging Ichigo's arm.
"You lucky dog." He said with evil, perverted eyes. His eyes scanned Yoruichi's clothed body, her curves visible even through Ichigo's slightly baggy clothes.
"Its not even like that you perv."
"Oh really? Then why was your arm around her and why were you two about to kiss?" Keigo asked, raising his eye brow, grinning still. Ichigo felt the irritation rise. "Theres certainly no reason for you to be ashamed."
"I aint ashamed! I told you, it isn't like that!"
"Then why are you blushing?"
"Ugh, com'ere you lil' hentai!" Ichigo yelled, grabbing Keigo in a head lock. Yoruichi laughed as the two boys fought, smirking as Ichigo came out the victor. Keigo had a small tear at the corner of his eye.
"You don't have to be so protective of your secret relationship. I won't tell anyone. Just tell me you with her and I'll drop it."
Not wanting to carry on the fight or argument, Ichigo sighed. "Alright, alright. She's my girlfriend." He said falsely. Keigo grinned, grabbing his bike and peddling off.
"The guys are gonna love to hear and see this!" Keigo called back, flipping open his cell and showing Ichigo the picture of him and Yoruichi just moments ago.
"Why that little.." Ichigo growled. Yoruichi laughed and grabbed his arm.
"Just leave it alone Ichigo. It can't be that bad to be seen with me." Ichigo stared at her, smiling as he shook his head.
"No, its definitely not, but" Ichigo coked his head, glaring towards the tiny dot down the road that was Keigo. "You don't know my friends. Their all perverted in a way, and they'll be on you like vultures."
"You think too much about things Ichigo." Yoruichi began walking towards the small park just of the river bank. "You should cut loose once in a while!" She called back to him, throwing him a grin as she ran towards one of the swings. Ichigo watched her from his spot on the bridge, smiling. She waved him over and he began his jog towards her. He stood behind her, pushing her as she began to swing back and forth.
"If I don't worry about things, who will? You've seen my dad. He's obviously not anyone to look up to." Yoruichi swung her legs, looking down at her shoes. "I always thought of myself as the arrogant father of Yuzu and Karin. And even of my dad. He's so caught up in my mothers death, that he'd forgotten how to be a parent himself."
"You still don't have to be so uptight all the time. Your mothers death wasn't your fault." Ichigo stopped pushing her, his hands gripping the chains of the swing just above hers. Yoruichi tilted her head back, looking up at him.
"I was the one who had to go try and save that apparition. If I hadn't been playing the hero, my mom would still be here." Yoruichi moved her hands up over his.
"You were doing the right thing. You were trying to save a little girls life. How could you have known it was a hollow?" Ichigo shrugged. Smiling gently, Yoruichi squeezed his hands before letting go and swinging. Ichigo stared at her back for a moment, then smiled.
"I guess your right, Yoruichi. I guess your right." He laughed dryly, sitting on thw swing beside her, swinging himself. Ichigo noticed she kept going higher as he did, and so, the swinging contest began. Yoruichi pumped her legs faster, looking over at him as he got higher as she did. Chuckling, she jumped off the swing and began running out towards the forest. "Hey!" Ichigo yelled after her as he jumped from the swing and took off running after her. "Yoruichi?" He called, stepping into the wooded area. He could hear her laughter and his senses told him to look up. "Gah!" Ichigo yelped as Yoruichi came toppling down on him. "What are you doing?!"
"Having fun. Play with me." Yoruichi smirked, smacking his chest as she took off running through the woods. "Your it!" She yelled back at him, laughing all the while. Ichigo felt a glimmer of interest as he took off after her once again. A few mintues later, Ichigo caught up with her as she was running down a grassy hill. Grabbing her around the wasit, both went tumbling to the ground, rolling down the hill. At the bottom, Ichigo landed on top of her, both laughing loudly. "See? Its fun to cut loose." Yoruichi grinned, looking up at him. Her eyes sparkled with that same mischevious glint.
"Yeah." Ichigo laughed, looking down at her. His laughter subsided as he stared into her eyes. Those golden eyes of hers were mesmerizing. That he knew. They held everything in them, an endless void of emotion that led to the very depths of her soul. Yoruichi stared into his just the same, reading his feelings like a childs book. Slowly, he leaned down, their lips inches apart.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Startled, both Yoruichi and Ichigo looked up at the figure in green. His blonde hair veiled with a striped hat.
"Kisuke." Yorhuichi sighed, laying her head back. "Leave it to you to ruin the moment."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Was I interupting something?" Kisuke asked with a smirk. His old friend rolled her eyes, sitting up as Ichigo stood.
"so, hat'n clogs, what do you want this time?" Ichigo scowled, folding his arms over his chest, looking away embarrassed.
"I was just passin through."
"Right, your never just passing through Kisuke." Yoruichi glared, standing, patting the dirt off her clothes.
"Ah, you need clothes." Kisuke smirked, tapping his zanpackuto on the ground. "Lets go back to the shop so we can fetch you a nice fitting wardrobe." Without objections, Ichigo and Yoruichi followed, disappointedly, Kisuke to the shop. The two couldn't help but steal side glances at one another, not noticing the devilish smirk on Kisuke''s face.
A/N: Eh...yeah. Good or bad guys? Lemme knows! R&R Pwease :3