"I'll just give you a trim, Ichigo. Don't be such a baby." Yoruichi sighed, holding up a pair of scissors in her right hand. Ichigo looked at her, then in the mirror at his shoulder lenght hair. He did need a hair cut, but on the other hand, what if she trimmed too high? In his mind he could see himself with a bald spot in the back of his head. Not a good picture. "Look, its just few inches. You act like I'm shaving you bald."

"That would never happen." Ichigo perked up, sitting on the bed and motioning for her to sit behind him. "Three inches Yoruichi. Thats all." He groaned, pouting his lips out slightly as she sat behind him. She set to work, trimming his hair back to how she remembered it. When she was finished, Ichigo felt himself blush slightly. It was silly of him to think the goddess was going to make a french poodle out of him. She may be a tease, but she didn't pull practical jokes like that. If any joke were to be played on him from her shoes, it would be sexual, of course. She smiled, brushing her hands through his hair. "Thats more like it." Ichigo grinned, leaning down to kiss her. The kiss hadn't lasted long, however, as Isshin came barreling through the door.

"DAD!" Ichigo yelled, his arms wrapped around Yoruichi tightly. The cat chuckled, pressing her small frame into Ichigo's. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I just couldn't stand outside any longer my son! After hearing you two last night and this morning, oh, I just simply could not help myself!" Ichigo cocked his head, his expression blank for a moment. "In these times, the passion increases-"

"YOU WERE LISTENING!?" Yoruichi laughed as she stepped back, watching as Ichigo grabbed his father around the neck in a choke hold. "What're you? Some kinda sick pervert!" Ichigo waved his arms as his dad twisted his leg back, somehow they'd managed a most uncompromisable position on the floor. Much to Yoruichi's amusement. "Here we are, in a time of crisis, and your dipping in on my love life!" With one quick body slam to his father, the father-son quarrel wrestling match was over.

"Speaking of the crisis, Urahara and I would like to talk with you." Isshin said, suddenly serious as he stood and straightened himself. Yoruichi found herself wondering just how he managed to go from the perverted father, to the serious pep talker in just a matter of minutes. She decided it wasn't worth the thought as she followed the two guys out of the room and into Urahara's. She smiled to herself. She'd been in this room many, many times. She had intimate knowledge of Kisuke and his surroundings. Brushing the thoughts aside, she took a seat next to Ichigo, opposite of Isshin.

"We wanna go over a few strategic plans." Urahara began, taking his hat and glasses off. Yoruichi knew he was trying to keep his nerves in check. She could tell by the way he'd been acting. Not only had he left her alone while Ichigo was training, but he'd also resorted to manners. His hat, for one, never came off. And now it sat on the floor beside him. For two, his eyes were almost always shielded by a pair of shades, and yet, they sat beside his hat. And three, he'd never invited anyone into his room unless of course, it were for more pleasurable matters. Urahara ran a hand through his hair, sighing as he looked up and into Ichigo's eyes. "Ichigo, this guy is something else. We have no idea how powerful he is, but we know he's been absorbing more powers lately. A few of my wondering eyes have informed me that he's seeking you out."

"I don't get it." Yoruichi narrowed her eyes, looking to Urahara. "If Achikawa really did want Ichigo, then why didn't he kill us before when he had us alone? He had his chance. And if he's as desperate as you say, why did he let us go?" Good question. Why had he let them go? Yoruichi watched as Urahara removed a feather from his pocket. He twirled it in his hands before setting it in front of them.

"Achikawa wasn't strong enough to take you, or him for that matter on before. But now," Tossing a small rock onto the ground in between them, Urahara looked up to stare into the eyes of his previous lover. "He's stronger. He's been devouring hollows and soul reapers left and right. Just last night, I got word he drained the power from a lieutanent, although, I don't know who yet."

"Then why are we just sitting here talking? We should be training for when we have to face this thing." Isshin, breaking hsi silence, leaned forward, clering his throat.

"First, Ichigo, we need to devise a training method. I'm aware you've accomplished what you went into the chamber for?" Ichigo's features became still, the air around them changed. Yoruichi felt her heart sink at the deathly air that hovered in the room. She turned to look to Ichigo, her eyes widened slightly. His eyes were yellow and black, a subtle, but crazy grin on his face. Isshin nodded, stroking his beard. "Very good, son." Ichigo took in a breath, allowing himself to return to his normal brown-eyed state.

"Look, I don't care about any training methods. They're all the same. I'll get stronger either way, right?" Urahara glanced to Isshin, nodding his head slowly.

"As true as that may be, this isn't a game Ichigo."

"Things have gone to hell." Yoruichi sighed, stiing back on her hands. Ichigo looked down a moment, clenching his fists.

"I can't just sit here and talk if this guys after me. Its only a matter of time before he finds me anyway." Standing, Ichigo closed his eyes, his Zanpackuto appearing in his hand. Yoruichi watched her lover closely. Wait, had he been in his shinigami form this entire time? Smirking, Ichigo looked down to her. He seemed so real.. "I abandoned my gigai long ago, Yoruichi." Looking into his eyes, she smiled, nodding. she had also abandoned her gigai long ago. It was easy to maintain enough spirit energy to keep a solid form now. "So, what are we waiting for? Lets get to training." Ichigo grinned, walking out. Yoruichi sprang to her feet, quickly tailing after Ichigo.

"Ichigo, wait. you mean to tell me that last night you were-mmm.." As if she'd just gotten into a hot spring, she felt her entire body relax as his lips met hers. Who cared that some psycho hollo-gami absorber was after them? All she knew was Ichigo. Pulling back, Ichigo smiled, caressing her cheek softly.

"That was all me last night Yoruichi." That seemed to be proving a very arousing thing lately. Ichigo had been the one to be seductive with words lately. Well, she had her fair share of them, but it was a huge turn on when something that husky and dirty came from his lips. She smiled, leaning her head into his touch. No sooner than she had leant more his way, she felt a wave of dizziness pass over her. Ichigo quickly caught the falling goddess. His expression changed from calm to worried once more. "Yoruichi, whats wrong?"

"Its nothing, I'm fine." She replied softly, her hand grasping her head, while the other held tight to her lower abdomen. Ichigo noticed this, his eyes widening slightly. Was she...?

"Yoruichi, are you-" He hadn't the time to ask her as Urahara and Isshin came walking out of the room. Yoruichi waved Ichigo off, shaking her head as she stood up straight.

"No, I'm not Ichigo." She said flattly. It wasn't possible for her to be pregnant...was it? Gathering her voice once more, she gestured towards the kitchen. "We should eat something before we get down and dirty." Ichigo watched as she walked past him, his eyes narrowed. Maybe she was just sick. Shrugging his shoulders he followed her.

"I'm starving." He groaned, a sharp growl bellowing from his stomach. Yoruichi laughed, shaking her head. Why look at the negative side of the situation? Until that battle, they would be able to be together. And to her, thats all that mattered.

A/N: GASP, is she...dun dunn dunnnn... I'm not really sure myself, heh. All those in favor of Yoruichi being pregnant lemme know. But I know I gotta keep some excitement in this story. My friggin' cousin spilled chili all over my idea sketch for this fic and now I'm screwed. 56 chapters I had planned out and now I gots nothing, sigh. Bare with me guys until I can thoroughly remember the ideas. But for now, i'm gonna need some encouragement and suggestions. Care to help a fellow fanfic-er out? R&R Pwease :3