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Chapter 4! And as I promised before, it's longer!
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A strange sense of déjà vu filled Soi Fon's mind. She sighed and let the sun's warmth infiltrate her body, reaching out a slender hand to rub her closed eyes. Everything felt the same as yesterday morning, she drowsily noted. The sun still drifted lazily through her window and her shoulder still hurt. She was even more uncomfortable then the previous morning, if that was possible, with her left arm pinned down by a snoring Yoruichi.
'YORUICHI!' Soi Fon's eyes snapped open and she had to forcefully keep herself from leaping to her feet and unconsciously pushing the Shihouin princess away. 'Baka! Baka! How could I forget that Yoruichi-sama slept over?' The captain felt a swell of panic rise in her chest as she squeezed her eyes shut in the hopes of containing her growing dread. 'Breathe.' She commanded herself, instinctively letting out a puff of air to clear her mind. Awoken by Soi Fon's gentle breath, Yoruichi yawned.
'…Five more minutes.' The Shihouin princess mumbled.
Unsure of how to deal with the sleeping cat, the slender woman gingerly whispered, "Good morning."
A golden eye slowly opened, sluggishly examining her surroundings as she propped her head up against Soi's slender shoulder. Her movement shifted the blanket covering the two shinigami, and caused it to fall along the slope of Yoruichi's figure from her strong shoulders to her slim waist.
"Y-Yoruichi-sama… y-y-you're not wearing c-clothes," Soi fumbled, spitting the words out in embarrassment. She suddenly found the opposite wall quite interesting, and refused to turn towards her senpai.
"Mmm…" came the tired response, and in one swift move Yoruichi grabbed the covers and pulled them away from Soi Fon, engulfing herself in the blanket's warmth.
"Mmph," Soi murmured while sitting up, speaking more to herself than to the half-conscious woman lying on her bed.
"Hey Soi Fon," Yoruichi called.
"Yoruichi-sama?" came the quiet response.
"What did you dream about last night?"
Stopping to turn towards her senpai the young woman stared blankly into the Shihouin's clear eyes, "Dream?"
"Mmm. You were tossing and turning last night."
It had been over 100 years since Soi Fon had dreamt. Each night she was consumed in darkness until the sun shone through the windows, relieving her from the dread that followed her tired mind. The gloominess of nothing felt like a precipice that Soi Fon was destined to fear, forever.
Yet, last night she had dreamed.
She dreamt of what her life once was. How lonely it was to never be loved, simply pushed towards a goal created for her before she was even born. The constant training that her family provided transformed young Shaolin Fon into Soi Fon; a strong warrior who remained awkward and unsure of how to deal with normal, human interactions. She was told to hide compassion, and scolded when she struggled to deal with the death of her five brothers. Their deaths were honorable, she was told. But Shihouin Yoruichi had saved Soi Fon from the worst of the awkward years. She taught her compassion, honor, and grace. Yoruichi was everything that Soi Fon ever aspired to be. Yet, as easily as Yoruichi had entered Soi's heart, she slipped out of Seireitei, leaving a confused and hurt Soi Fon behind to pick up the pieces.
"It was nothing," Soi Fon forced a smile and turned, unwilling to face Yoruichi, "just a few memories."
Reading the tenseness in Soi's shoulders Yoruichi decided to drop the subject, "Well, I gotta get going," she grinned, revealing her trademark smile, "thanks for the bed, Soi Fon." And with a quick stretch dark skin was quickly hidden under a blanket of smoke, blowing away to reveal a small black cat.
"Yoruichi-sama," Soi Fon tilted her head in acknowledgement, watching as the cat leapt through her window and out of view.
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"Yoruichi-san!" Urahara exclaimed in surprise as the dark cat appeared on his windowsill.
"Hey Kisuke," Yoruichi responded, staring at the food sitting in front of him.
"Want some?" Urahara asked, noting the hungry look in the dark cat's eyes.
"Mmmm… yeah," she purred, and with a quick jump, Yoruichi leapt towards Urahara, changing form midair. 'She's still as beautiful as ever,' Urahara smiled, glancing at the naked woman beside him.
Moments later Yoruichi had inhaled almost all of what was meant to be Urahara's lunch.
"Hey," Kisuke lightly kissed Yoruichi's cheek, placing his coat around her bare shoulders.
"Mmmph," the shinigami barely responded, focusing her attention on the food in front of her.
"Hey," he tried again, waiting as the dark cat swallowed the remaining scraps.
"Hi," Yoruichi smiled happily, finally satisfied.
"Go out?" Urahara asked offhandedly, placing another kiss on the woman beside him.
"Yeah," Yoruichi admitted, letting him turn her head to place a soft kiss on her lips. Over a hundred years ago, the Shihouin princess had left everything for this man. He was her best friend, her support, and her lover. Yet after a hundred years, Yoruichi was beginning to wonder if she had mistaken affection for love.
With great ease Urahara slid his arms under the dark woman and lifted her effortlessly into the bedroom. He knew that what they had wasn't the real thing, but once upon a time it was what they both needed. Yoruichi held a special place in his heart, and that would never change, regardless of what they became. Placing her gently onto the bed, he ran his fingers through her dark hair and intertwined his other hand with hers. He smiled as Yoruichi swept her long fingers across his face, along his back, and gently loosened his pants, sending shivers down his spine. He watched as she let her hands fall to the bed beneath her. Kisuke gently swept Yoruichi's lips into a deeper kiss, and placed his body over hers, moving his hands along her familiar, bare curves.
It wasn't until she glanced at her free hand that Yoruichi realized she was trembling slightly. She tried to assure herself that it was just her lack of sleep, but for some reason she couldn't quite get herself to believe it. There was absolutely nothing wrong with Kisuke. He was beautifully fit, graciously loving, and kind. He knew her better than anyone else, and when they made love it was comfortable, heartwarming, even.
But there was no electricity.
Unconsciously her mind wandered to other places, to the previous night, to the sleeping Soi Fon, and her warm tears. Her slender fingers curled around the edge of the bed frame as she pressed herself against the soft sheets, desperately wishing that he would stop.
"Kisuke…" she whispered, suddenly afraid.
"Hmmm?" he mumbled
"K-Kisuke…"
Surprise flickered in Urahara's eyes as he stared at the quivering Yoruichi.
"Yoruichi?" He gently murmured. Ever so gently, he kissed the top of her head, and pulled at his forgotten robe, tossed on the side of the bed, placing it over her dark, bare skin. Urahara smiled his most disarming smile, pulled his falling pants up, and tousled the dark woman's hair.
"You're okay," He reassured, half to himself, half to the woman in front of him; and with a quick glance he walked out of the room. He knew what was between them could no longer exist, and so he tried his best to reassure her without showing just how much she meant to him.
But somewhere along the way Kisuke Urahara had fallen for Shihouin Yoruichi.
Yet he knew the moment would come when she needed to leave. He had always known that. He tried to tell himself to be content remember their years together, grateful for having her in his life. Yet, knowing what was best for her didn't stop the stinging tension in Urahara's heart. The overwhelming passion he saw in her eyes left him trembling. Especially since he could no longer claim it. She hurt him, as only Yoruichi could, and this time Urahara needed time to think. Running a hand through his dirty blonde hair, Kisuke chuckled at his foolishness. 'I'll be back Yoruichi. I'll be there for you, just let me be there for me right now.'
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No one had seen hind or tail of the Shihouin princess for weeks.
With the threat of Aizen looming ahead, General Captain Yamamoto had lead the Gotei 13 in an all out training frenzy, and the majority of the captain's time was consumed with preparation.
"Nanao, I'm tired," Shunsui Kyōraku, captain of the 8th squad grumbled, addressing his small vice-captain, Nanao Ise.
"Taichou, you didn't even finis-"
"I know! You finish the paper work," he cut her off, motioning to the mountain of paperwork piled on his desk, "and I'm going to take the day off." Quickly running off before Nanao could so much as think of a retort, Kyōraku wandered until he found himself in front of a tavern, on the outskirts of Seireitei.
"Sake!" The captain happily exclaimed, brushing the curtains aside as he entered the building. The tavern was packed with its usual customers, Kyōraku noted. Shinigami lined the tables and created a calm and warm atmosphere.
"Oy! Kyōraku-san!" Surprised by the greeting the captain glanced around the room, searching for the person bold enough to call his name out so casually.
"Yoruichi-san!" Kyōraku grinned widely, waving the woman over, "Long time no see."
"It has been awhile, hasn't it?" Yoruichi returned the grin, slightly buzzed, but quite happy to see a friendly face.
"Care to share a drink?" The captain offered, "It seems that I have no drinking partner for the day."
"Of course," She replied, reaching out to grab her half empty sake bottle as Kyōraku waved over an attendant, requesting a private room.
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I know! I put in Urahara x Yoruichi!
I never really meant to, being a livid Yoruichi x Soi Fon fan, but Urahara was such a good guy, and the story needed some Kisuke loving.
I really like Urahara. He's so cool.
Chapter 5 in the works! I was going to make this longer, but I decided to cut it off and start a new section.
Reviews are appreciated!