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Chapter: 39

Title: R e m i n i s c e n c e

A/N: Since its been months since I updated; I thought I would make this chapter sort of a recap. I noticed that since I started the whole Yoruichi being a Vizard thing, stories have been basing themselves around that. I'm glad you guys were inspired by the idea. Though, I am regularly on YouTube. As it does cheer me up. Can find me under MetalChickCrisis2040

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xoxo, Crisis.

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The rain beat down upon the roof like a punishment. The skies were dark with the heaven's wrath as it made a sound so vehemently loud, the ground shook with its might. Lightning loitered the sky with its sudden display of electrifying light. The clouds lit up in a fury, the bright light reflecting the dark haze. Kisuke Urahara sat with his paper fan; perched upon his shop step as he watched upon the awakening storm. Isshin had gone back home; for once being the honorable father they all knew that he was deep down inside. Kukaku sat down in the lower levels of the shoten; meditating in order to be still her power and keep it under-way. She still had not fully grasped what had happened. Just why had she lost control when that cursed woman healed Yoruichi.

And just where had she run off to? After Yoruichi awoke, and they dealt with her inner hollow, Seiteki just seemed to disappeared. Perhaps she went home. Perhaps a hollowed killed her . 'Gah, what the hell do I care!' Kukaku grunted in her thoughts. She opened her eyes only to gaze down upon her bare hands as she held them up in front of her. What if the beast wanted out once more? Would she be able to regain control for a second time? Sighing, the brute woman stood and shut her eyes, hands falling to her sides as she once again tried to quell the beast that lurked inside.

Yoruichi and Ichigo lay together. The dark skinned Goddess lay with a bare arm and leg draped over Ichigo's own bare skin. Their nude bodies shivered from the small breeze that wafted in through the open window. Neither spoke; there were no words to describe the moment or what they felt. They had many things to worry about, yet found they did not yet want to face reality. After almost losing her, Ichigo couldn't bare the thought of more bad news. It was times like these he just wanted to run; take her and flee. Anywhere.

Though, he could also remember the times when he had been so annoyed with her. How she just seemed to barge in whenever she felt like it. Make her place his home for the night and then leave the next day, never to be seen from again. There were the days which she trained him to be the powerful reaper he now was. And it was those times he missed most. When she wasn't in harms way. Subconsciously his arms tightened around her form, and she shifted against him.

"Ichigo?" Her soft spoken question caught his attention and he glanced down towards her. The dark skinned woman raised, her hair falling around them, almost like a veil as she gazed into those chocolate brown eyes of his. The soft but firm swell of her breasts pressed against his own bare chest. Ichigo swallowed, smiling as he lifted a hand to brush her hair back.

"We've come a long way, haven't we Yoru?" The nickname he'd come up for her was a tad bit annoying to her ears, but she bared it. Because it was something he had given her. Along with the child now growing inside of her. Never in a million years did she think she would be having a kid. By a boy such as Ichigo none the less. Though, he was a boy anymore. Not even a kid. But a man.

A handsome one at that.

"Yes. We have." She kept her reply simple as she leaned down to kiss him, eyes closing. Could she ever express how much she loved him? How much he made her feel? She'd never allowed a man to get this close to her, not after Kisuke. Not after the heartache she suffered from their breakup. Yoruichi knew that she and the clogged man remained friends afterwards, it still left her with a shattered heart; damaged in the worst of ways. But then this orange haired boy fresh from the living world put those pieces back together. Slowly, but surely.

Shifting her position, Yoruichi raised over him, straddling his waist as she lifted to engulf his hard length inside of her once more. She moved her hips, slowly raising and dropping, repeatedly. The memories of the past couple of years flooded into her mind.

First, she'd met this arrogant boy who wanted to be stronger. A kid who thought nothing of himself and only of others. Someone who didn't seem to understand the flow of things. She had been forced to take him under her wing, not that she liked it. In fact, it was something she hadn't really wanted to do. She didn't even know what Kisuke had been thinking when he sent Ichigo into Soul Society. It was a suicide mission. Ichigo, however, made it pretty far. Much to her surprise.

Yoruichi had rescued him after an exhausting fight. He was so banged up, she had to transform back into her original form as a human and carry him to her little hide out on the mountain side. Of course, even then, she didn't plan on revealing her true form to any of them. She much preferred the mysterious black cat appearance. Plus, everyone thought she were a boy. It made things so much easier. Revealing herself to him, though, had been fun. She'd never forget the look on his face when she did so. He had been such a naïve virgin. So innocent. Constantly yelling at her to put her clothes on. And from then on out, she had often screwed with him.

It wasn't until after she rescued him from Byakuya that she truly noted the strength and will power he had. When she trained him underground in her and Kisuke's play-ground. His potential was unrealized, and she could already see the greatness he was destined for. Being apart of his life had become a honor for her after that. And then of course, there had been the hot spring. Possibly one of the few times she revealed a bit of her past with anyone.

After rescuing Rukia, Yoruichi hadn't been able to get Ichigo out of her mind. He was a plague to her. Something forbidden. She knew she couldn't have him. She didn't have a swell reputation with men as it was. And she wasn't willing to risk her heart again. He had just mended it for her, she couldn't risk having him break it. Even after the whole Aizen thing, she still couldn't rid him of her mind. When they had all taken refuge at Kukaku's, she couldn't help but try to stay away from him. Though, damnit, it had been hard to.

The one thing that changed everything, however, was the time she had been pinned. When she had been ambushed by hollows. She never told Ichigo what happened prior to that. Just why she couldn't defend herself. She had been so careless then. Never thinking, not even when she fought just one hollow. She let the bastard go, presuming it was dead. It was a mistake on her part, one she would make again. Never. End result had ended with her falling into Ichigo's arms. She still couldn't remember how the hell she had managed to make it to his place, or why she went there and not the shop. The large gash in her side had been an excuse to stay longer at his pad. What a rollercoaster ride that had been. They ended up sharing their first kiss, and possibly the best one she had ever had out in the cold November rain.

It wasn't long after that did they end up being thrown into battle. When Yoruichi became a Vizard fighting with Achikawa. That was when she found out she was pregnant. It was also when everything in their lives had changed. They fought so many hollows. And once defeating Achikawa, they fought his brother Takashito. Two of their most worst enemies yet. And in the process of fighting said vizards, Kukaku and Byakuya had also become vizards. The four noble families. It had been all too strange to them. Especially to Yoruichi. Who would have pegged her to be a mother?

Collapsing into his warm, inviting embrace, Yoruichi sighed in contentment. She didn't even want to think about the future. Things should be handled day by day now. Kukaku's powers were going to hell and back, while she had to be conscious of the life growing inside of her. Everything had become so fucked up. But right now, in this very moment, things weren't so bad and she could relax.

"Do you think…this story will have its happy ending?" Yoruichi's voice was laced with pleasure, and insecurity. She wanted so bad to have some kind of reassurance. And the best kind came from the man beneath her.

Turning her head up to look at him, Ichigo could see the pleading in her eyes. A soft smile spread across his face as he ran his hand down her bare back, to where the sheets rested just above her plump ass.

"I think that if we don't think about how things will end, we'll be just fine." He offered the comfort she desired. She seemed content with the answer as she laid her head back down against his chest.

Silence.

The crickets outside could be heard chirping away, a sheer sign that it would be a peaceful night. What tomorrow would bring, they would worry about then.

"I wonder…" Yoruichi sighed softly, closing her eyes as she rolled off of him, and settled for resting against him like she had been doing so previously. She draped the same two limbs over him, bringing a hand to her abdomen as golden eyes narrowed. "If she or he will have your charm." The words caused Ichigo to chuckle, and said strawberry wrapped an arm securely around her. Yoruichi reached over to grab his hand and place it flat on her lower stomach. "Ichigo.. I…" She started, but the words just wouldn't come.

"I know." Ichigo smiled. He knew she was afraid. Hell, he was still young himself. He barely knew how to take care of them, let alone another, a much smaller version of the two of them combined. Talk about hell on wheels. "He-"

She pinched him, and he chuckled.

"Or she." Correcting himself, he glanced down to see her smirk of approval. "I hope has your eyes." The murmur was so soft, Yoruichi had to strain her ears to follow. "And your smile. Your laugh."

"But not my flirtatiousness right?" Yoruichi chuckled. Ichigo couldn't help but laugh.

"Well I definitely don't want them going around undressing in front of people."

"Oh you love it when I do that." She teased.

"Only when you do it to me. If anyone else is around-"

"You get jealous?" Yoruichi's brow arched in curiosity.

Ichigo sighed. He remained quiet, and it alerted her.

"You know you're the only guy I'll ever let touch me this way from now on Ichigo." She whispered seductively, but honestly. She brought his hand across her thigh to make a point of what she was saying. "I've never let anyone this deeply into my world, not even Kisuke."

"Not even hat'n clogs?" Ichigo glanced down to her again. He noticed her smile, how genuine it was. Not born of anything but purity.

"Kisuke…left my heart bleeding and broken." She whispered ever so softly. "I wasn't sure I would ever fall in love again. I didn't really want to. I was so young, so naïve. I even left souls society to be with him. But," She broke off. Yoruichi had never shared this with anyone other than Kukaku. "He told me he didn't want a relationship. Which actually was the best thing. Because I was just baggage to him. We decided we would just be partners after that. Thus, why I'm never around. And why I stay in my cat form. It isn't just to keep my kido regulated."

The silence took over once more and she feared she let her emotions go too far. But before she could even speak again, she was pinned to the mattress beneath him. His hard, chiseled, muscular body was pressed against hers. A moan erupted escaped the confines of her throat as she subconsciously spread her legs for him to comfortably rest between. She could feel his length pressed against her heated center, and God, it was so distracting.

The temperature once again rose in the room, and she didn't understand how he had so much energy to keep going. Then again, he was remarkable. He could replenish kido in a split second. His hands had a hole of hers, fingers intertwined with her own as he pressed her arms into the mattress beside her head.

"Ichigo.." She whispered breathlessly, arching up against him. His teeth met her neck, and she moaned again. Feeling his tongue trailing along the skin to her ear.

"Marry me, Yoruichi." He whispered. Her eyes widened.

Outside, Kukaku glanced back towards the shop. Her body was laced in sweat, her head down as she tried to gain control over the power struggling to be contained inside. A rift appeared in thin air, and in a split second. She was gone.

Just. Like. That.

Authors Note- How sad is it that I don't even remember if I had him propose to her yet or not? I'm so out of it when it comes to this fic. I need to read my own damned story over again! Ftw! Ok. So I am going to end this fic soon, probably on a cliff hanger, because I am really just uninspired and unmotivated to continue. I need ideas people! I have one already. But I just don't know.

Sorry for the many possible grammar issues and whatever I may have. No beta.

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