disclaimer: I do not own Inuaysha or Bleach
A/N: Warning for those of you who like very long chapters, I wanted to do something different this time so each chapter is less than 1000 words, but I am not shortening the story or taking anything away. It's kind of like the chapters are played as staccato notes they're short and fast but together they make a song with a distinct rhythm. I know it may sound weird but each title is the note and the body is the sound. Every chapter is needed to complete the story.
Chapter 6 – Do You Remember Me?
It was the same every morning, Yoruichi was up and working by the break of dawn. She had already had her breakfast, addressed her men, and started on paperwork before most shinigami completed their morning drills. This morning was the same but felt different for some reason. Maybe it was because she had dreamt of him last night and he had not invaded her dreams in a long time. He had been her mind all morning. She figured she needed to do something to get him off her mind so she decided leave her office and head to the square to watch her men run drills, but then she heard a noise coming from her bedroom. She opened the door, zanpaktou in hand to find a soaking wet Sesshomaru.
"Sesshomaru, what ..."
"Hello Yoruichi ..."
"How did you ..."
"Another trou de ver ..."
"You're soaked, you really need to get out of those wet clothes. I'll find something for you." She left quickly. Yoruichi almost could not believe he was here. It was like he walked out of her dreams and into her bedroom.
That was not greeting he was expecting, but she was right he was soaking wet. He looked around her room and realized that in 50 years not much had changed from the last time he was there. There were still fresh cut flowers on her vanity, she still sleeps in a bed. He wondered if she had changed. Her uniform had changed and he admitted that he did like the change in Yoruichi uniform, as he admired her bare shoulders and back. She returned shortly with clothing in hand. She left to give him some privacy.
"Sesshomaru, are you dressed?" asked Yoruichi (that was a question she never thought she would be asking).
"You may enter," he replied. When Yoruichi entered he was not wearing the kimono. Yoruichi started staring at his well-developed upper body. She is fascinated by his markings. She bites her lip in feeble attempt to stop herself from running her fingers across his bare skin.
Watching her bit her lip heightened Sesshomaru's desire for her to touch him. His father had recently discussed with him the strong driven desires males have for females, Sesshomaru had brushed it off as an excuse for his father's dalliances with human women, but at this moment he fully understood, he could feel his desire rise up and begin to take hold. He realized that this was why he came to her. It was not for the shelter, it was because of his desire. An awkward silence fell upon the room as they each tried to decide their next move. "Sesshomaru", "Yoruichi" they both said each other's name at the same time. Then there was silence once again. This was a dance that males and females have been doing since the beginning of time, but these two inexperience dancers could not find the beat.