An Absolute Pleasure
Title: An Absolute Pleasure
Series: Bleach
Pairing/Characters: Yoruichi, Yachiru, Urahara (Characters by Tite Kubo)
Warnings: Spoilers for 'Turn Back the Pendulum' arc
Notes: Adult Yachiru. Done for
24hour_themes. Hour: 9 a.m. - Assistance for others, focusing on concrete matters. Table here!
Summary/Excerpt: When Yachiru was settled with a cup of tea and had divulged her problem, Yoruichi felt a semi-malicious glee rising inside her.
“Vice-Captain Kusajishi Yachiru.”
Yoruichi nodded and waved away the servant who’d brought the young woman in. She’d been surprised to hear the Vice-Captain had come to see her, more so because it was barely ten after nine in the morning. But here she was, standing before them with a rather serious look on her face. Yachiru glanced beside Yoruichi, giving Kisuke a brief bow. He smiled. “Good morning, Yachiru-san.”
“Good morning, Urahara-san, Yoruichi-san.” Solemn brown eyes came to rest on Yoruichi’s. “I’ve come to ask for your help.”
When Yachiru was settled with a cup of tea and had divulged her problem, Yoruichi felt a semi-malicious glee rising inside her. “Kisuke…you can leave.”
“Yoruichi…”
“Get lost, Kisuke.”
“Hmmm.” He gave her a sidelong glance before rising to his feet and leaving them alone.
“Now, Yachiru,” Yoruichi said, leaning forward, “It would be my pleasure to help you.”
Byakuya, it seemed, had taken a step forward and asked Yachiru to have lunch with him. In public. Yachiru was pleased, and had immediately accepted the invitation, but realized soon after: she had not one thing she could wear. She had a few nice things, mostly thanks to Ayasegawa Yumichika, but nothing appropriate for dining with the great Captain Kuchiki. To add to the problem, Yachiru was the only woman in the 11th Division, and none of her female friends outside the Division were any more capable of helping her than the men within. She had, to her dismay, discovered this over the last few days.
She had first tried Ise Nanao, but the Vice-Captain, out of necessity, had acquired a wardrobe of dark, overly conservative clothing. Kurotsuchi Nemu owned just one kimono, cut as short as her uniform was. Both Kotetsu sisters had been willing to help, but neither owned anything better than what was in Yachiru’s wardrobe already. Despite marrying a Captain, the same held true for Momo. Asking Matsumoto had been out of the question, and finally, Rukia had both the clothes and the desire to help, but Yachiru did not want to go out with Byakuya while wearing his little sister’s clothes. This had left only Soi Fon and Yoruichi, and Soi Fon…
“Would have been no help either. You were right to come see me.” Yoruichi was rifling through her closets, pulling out anything that might work on the pink-haired girl watching her from the bed.
Yoruichi scrutinized each outfit Yachiru tried on, shaking her head at each one. As she sent the young woman to change out of a particularly unbecoming selection, she wondered something. “Yachiru - did Byakuya tell you where he was taking you?”
“No,” came the reply behind the screen set in the corner.
“Then what makes you so sure you have to dress up for it?”
There was a soft thump and a curse from behind the screen before Yachiru answered. “I’m not. It doesn’t matter where we go, actually…it’s that this will be the first time we’re going to be seen together.”
“So you think you need to impress?”
“Not impress. Just not…fail. I don’t care what people think, I never have, but Byakuya has enough people watching and judging him. I don’t want to add to the burden by looking like some poor girl he found on the street.” Yachiru stepped out from behind the screen, laughed. “That’s the look I keep for Ken-chan. Besides,” she added, stepping in front of the mirror, “I want to look pretty.”
Yoruichi grinned. “That’s the one. Wear that.” It had taken long enough, but she had finally thought to put some colours onto the girl that were unexpected, but worked perfectly. She was certain Yachiru had never gone out in soft yellow, accented by orange and pink, but when she did, all eyes would be drawn to her.
Yachiru turned every which way before the mirror before smiling in relief. “It’s lovely.”
As Yoruichi took another moment to admire her work, she decided to further her chances for amusement. “You can borrow anything whenever you like. You’re going to have to dress like this more often, you know.” She sincerely hoped Yachiru would - not only to help her, but being the influence behind Byakuya’s lover’s appearance was far too enjoyable. If Byakuya knew Yachiru had come to her for help…she laughed inwardly. Served the spoiled brat right. Yachiru was almost helping her out with this request.
“Thank you, Yoruichi-san. I’m going to have to get some things of my own, though. I’ll be needing them.” She smiled. “For a long time.”
“Just between you and I, Yachiru…I wouldn’t tell Byakuya who lent you these clothes.”
“Why not?”
“Byakuya and I are old friends, though he might have a different view of things. If you want a nice calm lunch, it would be best not to mention me.”
“Nice and calm, huh?” There was a twinkle in Yachiru’s eye that Yoruichi liked very, very much. It was, indeed, an absolute pleasure helping the young lady out.
Series: Bleach
Pairing/Characters: Yoruichi, Yachiru, Urahara (Characters by Tite Kubo)
Warnings: Spoilers for 'Turn Back the Pendulum' arc
Notes: Adult Yachiru. Done for
24hour_themes. Hour: 9 a.m. - Assistance for others, focusing on concrete matters. Table here!
Summary/Excerpt: When Yachiru was settled with a cup of tea and had divulged her problem, Yoruichi felt a semi-malicious glee rising inside her.
“Vice-Captain Kusajishi Yachiru.”
Yoruichi nodded and waved away the servant who’d brought the young woman in. She’d been surprised to hear the Vice-Captain had come to see her, more so because it was barely ten after nine in the morning. But here she was, standing before them with a rather serious look on her face. Yachiru glanced beside Yoruichi, giving Kisuke a brief bow. He smiled. “Good morning, Yachiru-san.”
“Good morning, Urahara-san, Yoruichi-san.” Solemn brown eyes came to rest on Yoruichi’s. “I’ve come to ask for your help.”
When Yachiru was settled with a cup of tea and had divulged her problem, Yoruichi felt a semi-malicious glee rising inside her. “Kisuke…you can leave.”
“Yoruichi…”
“Get lost, Kisuke.”
“Hmmm.” He gave her a sidelong glance before rising to his feet and leaving them alone.
“Now, Yachiru,” Yoruichi said, leaning forward, “It would be my pleasure to help you.”
Byakuya, it seemed, had taken a step forward and asked Yachiru to have lunch with him. In public. Yachiru was pleased, and had immediately accepted the invitation, but realized soon after: she had not one thing she could wear. She had a few nice things, mostly thanks to Ayasegawa Yumichika, but nothing appropriate for dining with the great Captain Kuchiki. To add to the problem, Yachiru was the only woman in the 11th Division, and none of her female friends outside the Division were any more capable of helping her than the men within. She had, to her dismay, discovered this over the last few days.
She had first tried Ise Nanao, but the Vice-Captain, out of necessity, had acquired a wardrobe of dark, overly conservative clothing. Kurotsuchi Nemu owned just one kimono, cut as short as her uniform was. Both Kotetsu sisters had been willing to help, but neither owned anything better than what was in Yachiru’s wardrobe already. Despite marrying a Captain, the same held true for Momo. Asking Matsumoto had been out of the question, and finally, Rukia had both the clothes and the desire to help, but Yachiru did not want to go out with Byakuya while wearing his little sister’s clothes. This had left only Soi Fon and Yoruichi, and Soi Fon…
“Would have been no help either. You were right to come see me.” Yoruichi was rifling through her closets, pulling out anything that might work on the pink-haired girl watching her from the bed.
Yoruichi scrutinized each outfit Yachiru tried on, shaking her head at each one. As she sent the young woman to change out of a particularly unbecoming selection, she wondered something. “Yachiru - did Byakuya tell you where he was taking you?”
“No,” came the reply behind the screen set in the corner.
“Then what makes you so sure you have to dress up for it?”
There was a soft thump and a curse from behind the screen before Yachiru answered. “I’m not. It doesn’t matter where we go, actually…it’s that this will be the first time we’re going to be seen together.”
“So you think you need to impress?”
“Not impress. Just not…fail. I don’t care what people think, I never have, but Byakuya has enough people watching and judging him. I don’t want to add to the burden by looking like some poor girl he found on the street.” Yachiru stepped out from behind the screen, laughed. “That’s the look I keep for Ken-chan. Besides,” she added, stepping in front of the mirror, “I want to look pretty.”
Yoruichi grinned. “That’s the one. Wear that.” It had taken long enough, but she had finally thought to put some colours onto the girl that were unexpected, but worked perfectly. She was certain Yachiru had never gone out in soft yellow, accented by orange and pink, but when she did, all eyes would be drawn to her.
Yachiru turned every which way before the mirror before smiling in relief. “It’s lovely.”
As Yoruichi took another moment to admire her work, she decided to further her chances for amusement. “You can borrow anything whenever you like. You’re going to have to dress like this more often, you know.” She sincerely hoped Yachiru would - not only to help her, but being the influence behind Byakuya’s lover’s appearance was far too enjoyable. If Byakuya knew Yachiru had come to her for help…she laughed inwardly. Served the spoiled brat right. Yachiru was almost helping her out with this request.
“Thank you, Yoruichi-san. I’m going to have to get some things of my own, though. I’ll be needing them.” She smiled. “For a long time.”
“Just between you and I, Yachiru…I wouldn’t tell Byakuya who lent you these clothes.”
“Why not?”
“Byakuya and I are old friends, though he might have a different view of things. If you want a nice calm lunch, it would be best not to mention me.”
“Nice and calm, huh?” There was a twinkle in Yachiru’s eye that Yoruichi liked very, very much. It was, indeed, an absolute pleasure helping the young lady out.