Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Daydreams Come True ❯ Kisuke Urahara ( Chapter 7 )

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Warning: Lemon ahead.

 

And the featured character is:

Kisuke Urahara

 

He moved his hand to her chest and cupped one of her breasts, as they moved together, pleasuring each other. It had been far too long since they'd been together and she had only returned a few days before.

 

When she was gone he tried to forget about her. The visits were too irregular and he hated thinking about their parting, but it was best if they were not together all the time.

 

She moaned as he quickened his thrusts. He quickly moved his hand from her breast to her mouth. She nipped his palm with her sharp teeth.

 

“Shhh. We don't want Urury, Jinta or Tessai to come barging in, do we?' he said quietly into her ear as she moved against him.

 

He pushed her hair out of the way and licked the skin of her back enjoying the sweet, salty taste of her perspiration. The feel of her against him, around him was what he had longed for, but now it was not enough. He wanted to see her face, her eyes.

 

After a quick murmur in her ear, they quickly changed position so that her legs were now wrapped around his hips. This way he could look into her eyes as they made love. He was constantly amazed at the depths in her eyes. As he lost himself gazing at her expression, her body convulsed underneath, her eyes closed. Her cries of pleasure were muffled by his kiss. He managed to hold onto his control for a few more seconds before he too was overcome.

 

He moved, not wishing to withdraw, but wishing to relax. The nights of reunion were always frantic as each tried to impress themself indelibly on the body of their lover. It had been their first coupling of the night. So far it had been the most controlled joining for this visit. No blood had been drawn by painful bites; the violence of their passion had not threatened to go out of control and no tears had been shed through the mingled pain of parting and joy of their union.

 

`I hate it when you do that.' Yoruichi said quietly.

 

He rolled on his side to look at her. `When I do what, exactly? What do you hate? Tell me and I might not do it again, if you make it worth my while. I am a business man, you know. I'll negotiate,' he replied with a slight smirk on his face.

 

`I hate it when you put your hand over my mouth. Next time, I'll bite it, hard. You only do it as a method of control. You try to scare me into thinking that someone is listening. Why I have no idea, unless you find it exciting. You had this room soundproofed years ago, so no one would know our little secret,' she rose onto one elbow and glared at him.

 

He was once again entranced by her eyes.

 

`Well? Haven't you got some justification? You usually are not lost for words,' Yoruichi observed.

 

Urahara pulled her close and kissed her.

 

`You've got a lot to say, as normal,' he joked. `You don't want anyone knowing our little secret, either, do you? I heard Urury talking. She was feeling sorry for me, as I only have a cat as a friend. She thinks I must be lonely. I am lonely when you're not here. Can't you visit more regularly? Or let me visit you,' he asked for only the second time that night.

 

`We made our choice long ago,' she said, sadly. `We only meet here, where it's safe. I miss you too, but that's the way it is.'

 

`If we were normal humans, or even normal shinigami, would you stay? Would you remain with me all the time?' he asked, as he had asked so many times before.

 

`We are not normal humans or normal anything. No matter how much I care, I can't stay. It's stupid to even think about it. We've talked about this before, Urahara,' there was a catch in her voice as she answered him. `Do you want to return to Seireitei? Do you want to live our lives as we are expected to? Conform to the demands of others? Bow to their rules and foreswear our own?'

 

`No,' he said softly. `The expectations of others are too high. Too often I was expected to do things that left me with the taste of blood in my mouth. Too often we were asked to compromise our principles. Even in Seireitei we did not spend time together without compromise. Laws, rules, I have no time for them. I don't want to supply justification, through science, for actions that appal me, or participate in legal murder. I want a simple life, with you, but that is not to be.'

 

They lay there is silence, each lost in memories. Urahara broke from the memories first. `The past is the child of the present and the present is the parent of the future. No point in considering anything but the present,' he thought.

 

`I love you, Yoruichi,' he said sincerely, pulling her close.

 

`I know, but that doesn't help,' she replied, resting her head on his chest.

 

`You never tell me you love me,' he complained.

 

`Because you want the reassurance too much. You know how I feel, Urahara. You know the situation. I wonder how people would react if you acted like this, sincere, honest, caring, instead of your normal erratic manner,' she said looking at him, an eyebrow raised.

 

`Ah, but with you I can be who I am. There is no need for pretence or subterfuge. I trust you completely, and you have nothing more to gain from me. You already own me, completely,' Urahara responded, pushing his hair out of his eyes. `If I act like this with everyone, they would take advantage of my good nature and I would lose money. No, it's better this way. Vesti la guibba e la faccia infarnia (On with the motley, and the paint and the powder),' Urahara sang.

 

“You are a fool, sometimes.' Yoruichi said laughing.

 

`A fool, but a fool who knows he's a fool. I can play the lunatic and the lover,' Urahara replied kissing Yoruichi.

 

`Stop showing off,' she said when the kiss had ended.

 

Then she looked up, alert. Something had caught her attention. `Can you feel that?' she asked.

 

`It's not that loud strawberry, again? I can't feel him more than normal. Though now you come to mention it, I thought I felt something strange last night. Whoever it was had shielded himself/herself pretty well, but the shielding slipped at one point. It was as if whoever it was lost their control, just for a moment. I didn't recognise the spirit energy, though,' Urahara paused sensing the reiatsu. `Two shinigami, I'd say.'

 

`Yes, one I know well, and one I do not. Do you know of any reason why a Captain would visit our part of the world?' Yoruichi asked.

 

`No, but I think I can guess. Look, you'd better change', he stopped as the black cat replaced the woman. `As usual, you're ahead of me on some things. I might investigate, but I don't want to get too close. I don't want to get involved in anything to do with Seireitei, if it's avoidable.

 

`I'll stay here. I don't like the rain much in this form, and it's sure to rain tonight. I'll do some checking on that problem you mentioned earlier. For some reason I've got goose bumps. They feel weird when I'm a cat,' Yoruichi replied. She slipped out of the room.

 

Urahara dressed quickly making sure to don the hat and clogs and pick up his fan. `On with the motley,' he muttered under his breath. He let himself out of the shop quietly, carrying an umbrella. The evening had taken on an ominous feel. Something was wrong.

 

As soon as he reached the source of the reiatsu he knew his theory had been correct. Rukia had been recalled to Seireitei. Rukia's brother had returned to take her home. He prided himself on his policy of non-interference, except when he wanted to interfere. This was one of those times. He'd go help Ichigo, up to a point.

 

As he went to Ichigo's house he mused on recent events. The boy was a surprise. So much talent, with so little discipline. Constantly going into battle unprepared, not knowing if he would succeed, often not even gauging the odds, but succeeding against the odds even a fully trained shinigami might consider too high. Maybe it was luck. Ichigo was gaining skill, but Urahara knew it would not be enough to win the battle tonight. If Ichigo wanted to attempt to save Rukia, Urahara may as well assist. Ichigo was loud, annoying, but he had such a good heart, always wanting to protect those around him.

 

Urahara suspected that there was something more to the relationship between Ichigo and Rukia, than replacement and recovering shinigami. If it was love, then that would make this battle more difficult. Ichigo would have more to lose and would take unnecessary risks.

 

It didn't help that Ichigo was an idealist, just as he, Urahara had once been, before Seireitei took the idealism and crushed it with the force of reality. Urahara feared that time would destroy the innocence and fervour of Ichigo's idealism. With his possible power, he could become cold and opportunistic. Perhaps the innate strength of his soul and his loyalty would prevent the corruption that was often created by exposure to the callous disregard and dishonesty of humanity, and Seireitei.

 

He went to Ichigo's house and assisted him with the soul separation. He had been amused by the boy's anger and fear at not having the ability to turn shinigami on his own. The mod konpaku was no help either. Annoying little creature. He was interested that Ichigo had chosen that body in which to place the mod soul. It gave him an idea.

 

Urahara took his time following Ichigo. The boy would be injured soon enough. This part of the game would be played out, and the next would commence. Urahara shielded himself. He would prefer to remain as anonymous as possible. No need to be drawn into a fight that was not yet his own.

 

When he arrived, Ichigo was fighting a shinigami who had the same reiatsu Urahara had sensed last night. The `strawberry' was involved in something he could not control, or comprehend. The Quincy lay on the ground, already defeated, but not dead. That Uryu was there surprised Urahara. He had thought the Quincy had more sense and would choose his battles wisely.

 

He watched, but did not intervene, as he witnessed the near victory and the eventual defeat of Ichigo. Urahara sighed to himself. The boy had promise but he couldn't hope to defeat a vice-captain and a captain, not yet. While he watched he tried to remember if he had seen the vice-captain before. He was not sure he had, but he had seen so many shinigami.

 

Rukia's attempts to protect Ichigo from his own actions touched Urahara. It was love. She was trying to make Ichigo believe she did not care, but her actions, her acceptance of being taken back to Seireitei, told the truth. She wanted him to remain alive for as long as possible. He was touched, a little.

 

As Urahara watched Byakuya, Rukia and the vice-captain leave, he confirmed his decision. He didn't normally interfere unless he felt like it. This was another one of those times. He knew that Ichigo would do anything to save Rukia. Anything no matter the cost.

 

He pulled out his mobile and rang Tessai.

 

`I need you here,' he said when he heard the sleepy voice answer. `We have to get two injured idiots back to the shop.' After answering a few inconsequential questions, he ended the call. As he waited, he mused how he would keep his business running while he was busy. His best customer had just returned to Seireitei. Maybe keeping the shop open didn't really matter that much.

 

Later

 

Urahara had thought long and hard about training Ichigo. He'd discussed it with Yoruichi late at night, as they lay in bed. She'd reluctantly agreed to help Chad and Orihime.

 

`They're just kids. They'll get hurt and I'll have to take care of them. It'd be faster just with Ichigo. I don't want to train kids, and I don't want to return to Soul Society,' she'd said.

 

`They'll go anyway, you know that. Without training they'll be of less use to you. They must be able to protect themselves. I would be really interested in seeing how Orihime's healing skill develops, and you are the best person to train her. She is probably more suited for defence than offence. Chad is a bit of a wild card. I don't know how his power will increase.' He paused, and then looked deep into her eyes, completely serious.

 

`Yoruichi, I can't train them. I must train Ichigo. I think I can help him recover his shinigami powers, but it will take all my attention and time. I won't have time to train the others,' he paused again, looking at her with longing and frustration.

 

`You could train him if you were prepared to train him in your present form,' he said running his hand down her side, feeling the heat of her skin against his palm. `I would insist on clothes, though,' Urahara grinned wickedly as his hand travelled to her breast.

 

Yoruichi slapped his hand. `I don't want to do that sort of training.' She groaned in frustration and threw a pillow. `Why help him? It may be too late. They may all die. It's a futile mission. God, can you imagine the sort of reaction you would get from Isshin if anything happens to his precious son?' She shook her head at the thought, her hands rubbing her forehead.

 

Urahara knew he was taking a risk and he knew Isshin would kill him, slowly and painfully, if this failed, and Ichigo died. He smiled grimly to himself. Taking risks again. It'd been a while since he'd indulged in such a gamble and he was addicted to the thrill of risk. His life had been a little too quiet. He rubbed his cheek, slowly.

 

`You've got that look again, Urahara. I know that look. It means trouble. Okay,' she sighed deeply, running her hands through her hair. `I'll train the kids. I'll go to Soul Society with them. I'll protect them and try to save Rukia. I know you're a business man, but this is a strange way to conduct business, sending a rescue mission for your best customer. I'm sure you have a deeper purpose.' She looked at him closely. `Do you want to share it with me?'

 

He widened his eyes at her, with a display of innocence that wouldn't have fooled a cat, let alone Yoruichi. `Why would I want to do anything except help people? I'm well known for my altruism. I only have people's best interests at heart. I'm hurt that you think anything else. Ow,' he yelled as Yoruichi hit him with a pillow.

 

She quickly put her hand over his mouth. `You're lucky this isn't the pillow,' she said.

 

He gently bit then licked the palm of her hand.

 

She removed her hand, absently rubbing it on her thigh.

 

`I've wondered why it was taking Rukia so long to recover her powers. It seemed strange that she was so powerless. I wonder if there was a contributing factor,' she looked at Urahara piercingly. `Why do I get the feeling that there is much that you are not telling me?'

 

Urahara spread his hands in an expression of innocence. “I'm hurt that you don't trust me,' he said ingeniously.

 

`And I remember you telling me that you needed no pretence or subterfuge with me. “There is no need for pretence or subterfuge. I trust you completely and you have nothing more to gain from me.” were your exact words.' She shivered, rubbing her arms. `Playing a dangerous game, again, Urahara. Okay, I won't pry. I'm sure you have your reasons. If it's revenge, leave me out of it,' she turned to face him.

 

Urahara quickly changed his expression. He was a second too late. She knew him too well. She stared at him.

 

`Revenge. Still?' She questioned.

 

`It's not what you think, Yoruichi. It's best you don't know. Anyway Ichigo and Rukia love each other. We should help them,' he looked at her, a plea for understanding in his eyes. He hoped the mention of love between Ichigo and Rukia might distract Yoruichi.

 

Yoruichi softened. `I could never refuse your puppy dogs eyes, Urahara, even when I knew it was foolish to trust you. This may be a mistake. I'm sure it's a mistake.'

 

`I will explain, but it's best, for now, that you don't know. We'll talk about it tomorrow, if you want,' Urahara said knowing that he would avoid that topic of conversation. He also knew that their contact would be very limited while the training was underway. By the time the training was finished, she may have forgotten.

 

`We should get some sleep. We're going to have a busy few days,' he said changing the topic.

 

Yoruichi yawned. `I'm tired. I hope the training won't be to exhausting, but I'm sure it will. Training kids. Why did I agree?' With a final grumble she stretched and fell asleep quickly.

 

Urahara sat there, looking at her with longing and despair. He brushed a stray tendril of hair from her shoulder.

 

`Am I doing the right thing?' he said softly to her sleeping form. `It may mean the end of all. I may lose you forever. And I can't tell you. I can't tell anyone of the mistake I made. Maybe you can correct it. Maybe Ichigo will have the strength to turn the danger aside,' he shook his head. `Travel safely, Yoruichi. Return to me.'

 

He lay down and tried to sleep.

_________________________________________________________________ _______Author's Note:

 

Yes, I know, singing. It just happened. What was I thinking?

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