Yay for re-writing old fanfictions! Thanks to you people for already reviewing and enjoying the re-write of this fiction, as it does motivate me and makes me feel good about my writing. Anywho, on with the fic!
I will have you know that there are a lot of similarities and direct quotes from When We Stand Together, so please don't give me crap about that. It's mine and I can do what I want with it, dangit!
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
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"I'm home!"
"Welcome home, Nura!" Sayomi called back. "Pizza's on the counter!"
"Alright!" the shorter brunette called back, adjusting her large back over her shoulder and moving into the small kitchen. "Is Kizuro home yet?"
"No, he's still at work. Apparently they're going to be working late tonight. Though how that's going to work out without all the high tech lighting and everything I don't know."
Sanura hummed a reply, grabbing the pizza box and dropping her back before sauntering into the other room and flopping down on the couch next to her sister.
"How was your day?" she muttered through a mouthful of pizza.
"Pretty good. A couple of awesome looking tattoos came out of it, and I got a great new contact out of it. Turns out one of the gals that came in was another artist looking to get some ink from a different shop."
"Huh. Who knew?"
"Yeah. What about you? You manage to get a ride on that bike?" Sayomi asked, turning her attention away from the television and raising a brow. "You seemed pretty excited about it earlier."
"Yeah, no. It took longer than I thought to do the maintenance, so I didn't have time to take her out for a spin." Sanura pouted, taking another bite of pizza and swallowing heavily. "Doesn't matter, though. Got plenty of other chances to take another bike out for a ride tomorrow."
"Ah well. Guess all is not lost, then." The elder woman shrugged.
"Uh huh."
There was a comfortable silence for several minutes, both women content to watch whatever show was on, before the phone rang. Sayomi groaned, heaving herself up from the couch, and made her way over to said object before answering.
"Yeah?"
There was some kind of reply from the other end of the line. Almost immediately, Sayomi's face paled.
"What did you just say?"
Again, silence, though there was some kind of muttering from the other end.
"Yeah, we'll grab the others and meet you there in five."
Sanura slowly got up off the couch, not liking the way that her older sister was looking or swaying slightly.
"Yomi-chan? You okay?" she asked carefully as her sister hung up and continued standing there, looking more than a little dazed.
"That was Urahara." The blue eyed woman barely whispered, looking up at Sanura. "He just got word from Soul Society. We're being reinstated immediately."
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By the time Sanura and Sayomi had arrived at Urahara's Shop, the blond haired, green eyed twins Roka and Ryo were already there, as was Rika. The twins, as per usual, were clad in their usual identical manner, while Rika looked as though she'd just got off of work at Karakura Hospital. Her raven black hair was pulled back into a bun by a white ribbon, while her violet eyes watched the twins and their antics with some amusement. At seeing Sanura and Sayomi, she moved over to the two women, features becoming more serious.
"Do you two think it's true?" she asked quietly.
"I don't know." Sayomi replied honestly, though just as seriously. "I mean, I don't understand why we would suddenly just be reinstated unless there was a damn good reason behind it."
Before Rika could answer, the door opened slid open, and Tonbo and Karasu entered. Karasu's long silver hair was in its usual high ponytail, and his crimson gaze was drawn to Tonbo as the smaller black haired, grey eyed male tripped over something and nearly face planted into the floor.
"Jesus. Can't you walk in a straight line?" the silver haired male yawned, easily pulling Tonbo back by the hood of his sweater, years of experience kicking in. Tonbo whined something unintelligible, though by the sounds of it, it was nothing nice.
"Not my fault, Karasu…" the black haired male finally muttered, jutting out his bottom lip and crossing his arms, looking like a beaten puppy. Karasu rolled his eyes, but lay a hand on the shorter male's shoulder and murmured something in his ear, to which Tonbo immediately perked up.
"They're so cute together, aren't they?" Rika smiled fondly. Sayomi and Sanura turned and stared at the raven haired nurse in disbelief, brows raising in unison.
"You do realize that they're not actually in a relationship, right?" Sanura ventured.
Rika gave the youngest Chirazuki a 'no shit' look. "Of course. I didn't say they made a cute couple, though. I just said that they looked cute together. Two entirely different things."
The door slid open yet again, and this time, Kizuro came in, looking like he'd literally just been hauled there, closely followed by none other than Urahara. The blond male's green and white striped hat was tipped down as per usual, allowing no one to get a good look at his eyes. Also, as was custom, he was waving his rather idiotic paper fan about in front of his face, no doubt hoping to appear more mysterious. Of course, to the women of their group, it just looked plain stupid.
"So. Care to explain what the meaning of all of this is, Kisuke? Or are you just going to stand there and grin like the idiot you are?" Kizuro asked bluntly, gold eyes narrowed.
"Hey, hey, no need to use such harsh words, Hayashi-kun~!" Urahara replied cheerily, waving his fan in the brown haired male's direction, to which he earned an irritated growl.
"Don't call me that, you fan-waving moron."
"Boys, do I have to separate you?" Rika interrupted calmly, a small smile on her lips. However, the two men in question almost immediately froze, and a visible shudder worked its way up Kizuro's spine as he slowly turned to face the serene gaze of the violet eyed woman.
"No, ma'am." He said quickly, retreating to the safety of Sayomi and Sanura, while Urahara simply turned his fan over to Rika.
"Scary, how much you resemble Captain Unohana…" he mumbled, half to himself before the blond coughed and composed himself. "Anyway, I don't know all of the details concerning the reasoning behind you being reinstated in Soul Society, but that's only because the Head Captain will tell you himself when you arrive."
"What about the brats? Aren't they coming?" Karasu inquired, blowing bangs out of his eyes.
Urahara chuckled softly before shaking his head. "As much as the offer tempted them, they are declining the offer, regardless of what it may entail. After all, they weren't much for Soul Society in the beginning, if you recall."
"So….you basically called us here to let us know that you're opening a gate for us to Soul Society and that they'll be waiting for us in a Captains meeting?" Sayomi raised a brow.
"Uhh….yep. That sounds about right." The blond shopkeeper grinned, flapping his fan back and forth. "Oh, and I should probably mention that they're expecting you to be in full uniform. So I suggest you go and grab those, along with your zanpakuto."
"So, is that it? We don't really have much of a choice, do we?" Sanura groaned to herself. "Come on, Yomi-chan. Let's go find where we put our shit."
With that, the youngest Chirazuki seized her elder sister's arm and hauled her out the door, Urahara calling cheerfully after them, "Be back in an hour~!"
"Whatever!"