There for Each Other Chapter Eleven (Bleach, Rose/Love)
Title - There for Each Other Chapter Eleven
Disclaimer - Don't own any of the characters, I just lock myself in my room and make them bend to my muse's will.
Rating - Doesn’t start out at M but it will find its way there, we’ll just start out with T for now.
Word Count -3,081
Warning - There is het in here (Lisa/Love & YoruHara) but this will be yaoi so there are some overtones, if that bothers you (or vise versa).
Summary - It began with a stranger rescuing a stranger and went on from there. Love & Rose's story from Academy, Soul Society & beyond. There will be angst, UNF to the max, meddlesome YoruHara with help from a certain raven-haired be-spectacled visored - & let's throw in a Kuchiki!
Back to Chapter Ten!
Meddlesome Endeavors
“Sōshireikan, this only needs your signature,” The cowl-clad soldier let a scroll of paper unroll from his fingertips, the embossed line stopping to curl just a bit on her desk -- the hardwood floor -- right under her nose.
“Ne!” Yoruichi yawned awake from her nap and grumbled as she stuck a retrieving hand into the cushions she rested upon, finding a brush. She flung the hand up as if trying to wet the bristles on an imaginary ink block, the prompt working as the messenger quickly supplied one from his satchel. “Gundanchō…?” She mumbled, moving an errant strand of purple hair as she focused sleepy golden eyes on the paper.
“There are none here,” He replied as he turned to seal the signature, leaving the large office she had been appointed when suddenly handed the head of the Onmitsukidō and not long after that the second division in the Gotei.
“Baka,” Yoruichi yawned as she pushed herself up to sit in the properly arranged cushions, reaching over to pull a few smaller pillows of mostly deep crimson closer so she could lean an elbow on them to keep from falling asleep again. “At least get back before I wake up.”
“I was only a few minutes behind that messenger,” Kisuke’s voice came from a spot off to her left and she glanced toward it just as the blond appeared looking perturbed at his miscalculation of time.
“How was Lisa-kun?” Yoruichi asked as her second-in-command took a seat in the cushions, very soon sharing the same pillow as his captain, most of his side in contact with hers. “She getting anywhere with Aikawa?”
“They were friendly,” Kisuke revealed having seen their exchange in Hidaka’s classroom. “Before I had my talk with Izuru-kun I caught a small exchange between the three of them…”
“With Ōtoribashi?” A soft purr erupted from the princess as she moved her arm to curl around the blond’s back, turning toward him so she could get proper chest-to-chest action. “Don’t you love those eyes?”
“Have to be in my top five,” He teased as he let his own arm find the curvaceous part of her spine where it transitioned from back to ass. “Still not golden.”
“Such pretty hair,” She sighed, eyes closing as his arm moved up her back until his fingers could bury into the ends of her recently -- and drastically -- shortened hair. “So long.”
“Right,” Kisuke let his fingers tug and her reaction was a slow flutter of eyelashes until golden and green could meet, both smoldering. “Because I really give two flying fucks about the visual details.”
“My fukutaichō such language,” Yoruichi lifted her chin, alleviating the tug at her scalp but bringing his lips close enough to hers to taste. “You know how I feel about little distractions from your work.”
“Which of this oh-so-humble servant’s tasks would an insolent blond noble boy distract me from?” He managed to enunciate properly while her bottom lip was between his, the words making his tongue lick along it every so often as he spoke.
“Those eyes only see me,” Yoruichi demanded. “I thought we’d agreed on that.”
“They only see you,” Kisuke pulled back and stared at her, took in the details of her familiar face, the pull of her heated gaze deep in his belly. “They only love you Koneko-sama.”
“Don’t tell me he’s not interested?” A purple brow arched higher than its partner to prove the disbelief she had of her own question.
“Don’t care.”
“If you can say you felt nothing at all toward him I’ll drop it,” She moved a leg until she could hook it over his hip. “I’ll stop voicing my skepticism aloud at least.”
“He’s very sad.”
“You’re the one that told me that it was your job to make me happy. I’m pretty sure there is someone else out there who was meant to make Ōtoribashi happy,” Yoruichi’s voice was no-nonsense and Kisuke could feel the tightening of the leg around him, the result the princess would soon be straddling him in the pile of pillows.
“Am I shirking that duty as well?”
“You haven’t ducked any duties for me Hara-chan,” The mischievous look that slipped onto her face made him bite his lip in restraint. “I’m trying to do a pre-emptive strike here.”
“Like that Quincy kid back in Academy?” Kisuke had seen how the bow-wielding hollow hunter had “distracted” her long before they had discovered he wasn’t exactly the soul of a shinigami.
There hadn’t yet been orders from Central 46 against their existence in both the World of the Living or anywhere in the Cycle of Rebirth for the “sake of balance” (Kisuke had always been relieved that the Onmitsukidō hadn’t been responsible for more than taking care of the Shihōin clan when that particular order had been given). It had been before the clan had gotten so irrevocably bound to the Gotei.
“Yes and one time with him only helped me realize I loved you,” Her voice came out softer, the joking way she was speaking hid how disgusted she actually was about her insecurity. She had never thought she would know how it felt to care for someone so much.
“I already know I love you,” He returned just as softly. “I don’t need to be with someone else to know that.”
“More than Tessai?” Yoruichi asked as she let herself relax, let her face rest in the crook of Kisuke’s neck as her body did likewise against his. “Are you sure?”
“You know how serious I am normally…not at all…you’re mine…I love you. I don’t need you to give me a pass to chase anyone, you already strong-armed me into deviant behavior with my other childhood friend,” He let his hand stroke the shortened strands of purple hair on the back of her head. “You did remember to invite Tessai to dinner right?”
“I hope so the cook is making enough to satisfy his reiatsu pool,” Yoruichi hummed along the line of Kisuke’s neck.
“And you want to bring a fourth into this game we’re playing?” Kisuke asked, a curious expression on his face, chewing at his bottom lip as he thought over the woman’s motives.
“No, just a twosome…you and Ōtoribashi…I’ll find paperwork to do or something.”
Kisuke easily felt the new stiffness to his leader’s frame as she offered outright, none of the innuendos or word games he’d found nobles quite gifted at. “He’s no home-wreaker.”
“Who said he was?”
“He said he wasn’t,” Kisuke revealed.
“What were you up to at the Academy?” Yoruichi lifted her face enough to kiss his stubbly chin, curiosity much like his own making her golden eyes shine. “I feel like I missed a bit of fun.”
“Yama-jiji mentioned he wanted a few more Onmitsukidō’s hakuda masters to be involved at the Academy…ran across Lisa-kun in the office and she escorted me to Hidaka-sensei’s classroom, both Aikawa and Ōtoribashi were in attendance,” Kisuke firmly enjoyed the light in her eyes, he was always grateful to have freed his princess from the rules that kept her from fully indulging her curious nature. “I figured I’d remind Izuru-kun those of the Onmitsukidō could be watching at any time.”
“I hope you gave him a sufficient scare…” Yoruichi gave him an appraising look, golden eyes observing even the tiniest detail much like he had taught her (they had both taught each other a few things). “Did you wedge yourself into one of Mashiro’s hidey holes and jump out while he was looking the other way?”
“While he was alone in the hallway…” Kisuke went on to describe, as if trying to impress her.
She gave a fake, long yawn and let her head fall to the pillow eyes closed. “It’s daytime that only has half it’s intended effect.”
“It was a shadowy hall coming up from the basement,” The blond tried and her shaggy purple head shook, eyes still closed. “He almost fell down the stairs.”
A gold eye opened the brow over it curving upward as her face showed her admiration. “Did you grab the front of his kimono?”
“Of course! With one macho fist.”
Yoruichi cheered and swung her hip over, pushing up off the pillows sending Kisuke into lying on his back in the cushions, legs straddling his hips. She leaned forward over him to pounce on his lips, teeth nipping only a moment before she purred, “Such a good soldier.”
“Only because you’re my--”
“Sōshireikan?” A voice called from the doorway.
Yeah that.
The Corp-Commander on top of him straightened but didn’t remove herself from her current blond-headed cushion. “Make it quick,” She growled, twisting enough to level her best Demon Cat in Fury eyes on the messenger.
Being in charge of the Onmitsukidō meant ten times more sit-reps than nibantai-taichō, where the captaincy created just as much paperwork in its stead (she had Gundanchō for most of the tedious tasks). This one was from the Security Force and his was one (the second in fact) of their four scheduled reports; two on inner Soul Society the Seireitei and the other two outer Soul Society namely Rukongai and it’s furthest reaches.
Yoruichi was just glad she didn’t have to pay attention to the hourly reports this same messenger took to his Gundanchō.
The messenger was quick and concise and didn’t wait to be sent away, seeing as Yoruichi usually waved them away with one hand while saying, “Yes, yes, go, go.”
In this particular instance Yoruichi was paying enough attention to file away the information but not a hair more, Kisuke deciding to lay perfectly still ironclad control holding back his usually playful reiatsu. She seemed to be looking right at the cowl-clad soldier but most her mind was focused on what Kisuke was up to. It wouldn’t be for propriety’s sake, the blond had never partaken in such things as personal space or emotional tact.
So he wouldn’t try to keep himself under control in any attempt to keep her from doing something intimate with an audience. Oh the scandal…
“Where were we?” Yoruichi turned to Kisuke, the palms of her hands unerringly landing just shy of each nipple on his torso, her thumbs sliding out to catch them, before swinging back in toward her other fingers catching it again, back and forth.
Kisuke caught his bottom lip in his teeth a moment and both nipples hardened under the attention but otherwise he didn’t react. “We were just listening to another boring report from the Security Force, few hollows, no trouble in Soul Society to speak of.”
“I’m sure there’s some paperwork Yama-jiji wants me to take care of…oh!…” As she realized she lifted her eyes from the slow sweep of her thumbs and the points of nipple in the fabric of Kisuke’s kimono to his oh-so-passionate eyes. “He doesn’t just want somebody at Shinō…but one of the Onmitsukidō elite.”
“Are you honestly doing anything but falling asleep in the heat?” Kisuke’s voice was struggling to stay bland, not breathy and wanton.
Yoruichi thought about going to the Academy to help out Hidaka-sensei, her curiosity had definitely been piqued and the blond under her was smart enough to see that he had caught her attention. “Well honestly if you just want to spend time with Ōtoribashi you don’t have to make excuses--”
“Teme, woman the man is attractive but you know very well who he belongs to and it’s not me,” Kisuke said matter-of-factly and felt a different kind of thrill at seeing her confusion and the wild spinning of his princess’s mind at his word’s implications. He wasn’t going to help, he didn’t teach like that. “I love you. Shut-up. You’re stupid.”
“I love you and I’ll help in the hakuda class but I will flay you alive if I find you in one of Mashiro’s hidey holes with another blond.”
“That’s it!” He announced and did some crazy-flexible wriggle of his body, threw in a small hip toss and the princess found herself almost instantly pressed into the cushions on her back, mouth much too occupied to use for talking.
“Are you two quite finished yet?” A dry voice murmured into the passionate silence.
“Jealous?” Kisuke only parted his lips from his princess’s graceful throat enough to quip the single word to their new visitor.
“Were I, do you honestly think I would be so gauche as to say it aloud?”
“Kisuke?” Yoruichi moaned distracted enough by her lover’s lips that Sōjun’s arrival hadn’t registered.
The power of their bond had always been obvious, even when they had just been children playing while the adults ran Soul Society. It was no more obvious now while the trained senses and mind of a Sōshireikan were reduced to mush.
“Otosama has arrived,” The blond said with a sigh, releasing her wrists where they were pressed into the pillows on either side of Yoruichi’s head, while moving off of her. “You need something?” He asked his irritation only noticeable to the woman that held his heart; she fixed a few articles of clothing and reached out to take Kisuke’s hand.
“Shut-up. I asked him to come,” Yoruichi sat up to kiss his stubbly neck in a spot that would have weakened his knees if he had been standing and she had given the kiss more teeth than she normally had to. “The only guard a noble gets here is Onmitsukidō.”
Sōjun’s violet eyes shifted first to the guard on his left then to the guard on his right, both of them dressed in black, cowl and mask included. “I had noticed such, yes.”
“I just so happen to be in charge of these guards,” Yoruichi watched as her blond rolled to his feet, then pulled her up with him. She caught each of the masked guards attention and waved them away with a, “Tch, be quick about it.”
They were away in a silent flash step and Sōjun leveled his gaze back on the princess, still holding hands with a commoner. “I suppose you and your paramour’s skill will be enough to protect me.”
“Right, because you have guards with you because you’re in so much danger,” Kisuke stated frankly, he had never been nobly tactful…or any sort of tactful.
Yoruichi put a finger over Kisuke’s lips and met his gaze to convey she wanted him to shut-up. She kept her finger in place as she returned attention to Sōjun, “I just wanted you to meet the new girl.”
“Honestly! I’ve told you I have to marry Lisa-sama,” Clearly he was getting used to his honorary sister trying to rescue her honorary brother and female protégé by setting Sōjun up with someone to get him away from Lisa.
“She just wanted to say hi,” Yoruichi chastised. “Really now Otochan don’t be a brat.”
Since she had been telling him such since he’d found himself in this predicament Sōjun had long since given up. Outwardly he put up a brave face, one that fooled others but not those that spent their lives observing.
Lisa saw he had never loved her, only Kokoa.
Kisuke saw he had succumbed to the weight of his nobility, the responsibility of political marriage.
Yoruichi saw that nothing that happened to Sōjun would stop him from loving Kokoa until the day he died.
As the two moved to exit Yoruichi leaned over to kiss Sōjun’s cheek. “I believe rokubantai-taichō was notified we were going to spend the afternoon discussing vital matters.”
“Sōshireikan?” Came soft and hushed, it was the naturally quiet voice of the redheaded maid Kisuke had recently hired to do as-of-yet unmentioned tasks.
“Ah, you’re here!” Kisuke cheered and moved to swoop on the small girl, ushering her past the corps commander and straight into the dark-haired noble looking increasingly put-upon.
“Urahara I told you--!” Sōjun began as he reached to push the petite girl back; she had smashed right into his chest and had caught herself with slight arms around his middle. He looked down as she looked up with a blush, her silver eyes going a bit rounder as their eyes met. “Kokoa?”
“Sōjun…” Her face lit up in a smile that made the noble cling a bit tighter to her so that his knees wouldn’t betray him. “Is it…is it all right that we’re together?”
Before Sōjun could attempt to answer (as dumbstruck as he was) Kisuke gave a tsk or two with his tongue, “Kokoa-chan would you please show this young noble to your quarters, he requires entertainment.”
Even if the blush that painted her translucent skin was fetching and made Sōjun almost squirm in his hakama he shot a steely expression to the blond at his less-than-refined talk around his lady. He opened his mouth to say something when Kokoa pulled away from him (something he sincerely detested) and slipped her delicate but calloused hand in his, “Hai, Gundanchō.”
The flustered noble looked back over his shoulder as his love pulled him the opposite direction, toward the private rooms her corps commander had gifted her with.
“He looks like he wants help,” Kisuke observed with surprise.
“I think it looks like he’s concerned at what we might have taught her in the small space of time we had her in our employ before he knew she was here,” Yoruichi took Kisuke’s hand and placed it on her shoulder, near the curve of her neck as she turned to walk back into her offices, set on picking up where they’d left off.
Kisuke glanced back to see the fleeting form of Kokoa and Sōjun, if he hadn’t know any better he would have claimed they had shunpo they were so far off. “Lisa-kun mentioned letting Otosama visit her at the Academy…too bad Kokoa-chan doesn’t have sufficient spiritual pressure to attend.”
“She needs training and time, she can get that here too…who knows what sort of power is inside her, she is from a noble family,” Yoruichi turned to watch as Kisuke closed the office door and did a strange little kidō lock trick on it before turning to his captain.
“You had better tend to it,” Kisuke chuckled a bit as he let his fingers caress and his feet be led by Yoruichi toward the heavenly mound of pillows. “Otosama looked like he might want to beat the ever-loving shit out of me if I tried.”
Onward to Chapter Twelve!
Disclaimer - Don't own any of the characters, I just lock myself in my room and make them bend to my muse's will.
Rating - Doesn’t start out at M but it will find its way there, we’ll just start out with T for now.
Word Count -3,081
Warning - There is het in here (Lisa/Love & YoruHara) but this will be yaoi so there are some overtones, if that bothers you (or vise versa).
Summary - It began with a stranger rescuing a stranger and went on from there. Love & Rose's story from Academy, Soul Society & beyond. There will be angst, UNF to the max, meddlesome YoruHara with help from a certain raven-haired be-spectacled visored - & let's throw in a Kuchiki!
Back to Chapter Ten!
Meddlesome Endeavors
“Sōshireikan, this only needs your signature,” The cowl-clad soldier let a scroll of paper unroll from his fingertips, the embossed line stopping to curl just a bit on her desk -- the hardwood floor -- right under her nose.
“Ne!” Yoruichi yawned awake from her nap and grumbled as she stuck a retrieving hand into the cushions she rested upon, finding a brush. She flung the hand up as if trying to wet the bristles on an imaginary ink block, the prompt working as the messenger quickly supplied one from his satchel. “Gundanchō…?” She mumbled, moving an errant strand of purple hair as she focused sleepy golden eyes on the paper.
“There are none here,” He replied as he turned to seal the signature, leaving the large office she had been appointed when suddenly handed the head of the Onmitsukidō and not long after that the second division in the Gotei.
“Baka,” Yoruichi yawned as she pushed herself up to sit in the properly arranged cushions, reaching over to pull a few smaller pillows of mostly deep crimson closer so she could lean an elbow on them to keep from falling asleep again. “At least get back before I wake up.”
“I was only a few minutes behind that messenger,” Kisuke’s voice came from a spot off to her left and she glanced toward it just as the blond appeared looking perturbed at his miscalculation of time.
“How was Lisa-kun?” Yoruichi asked as her second-in-command took a seat in the cushions, very soon sharing the same pillow as his captain, most of his side in contact with hers. “She getting anywhere with Aikawa?”
“They were friendly,” Kisuke revealed having seen their exchange in Hidaka’s classroom. “Before I had my talk with Izuru-kun I caught a small exchange between the three of them…”
“With Ōtoribashi?” A soft purr erupted from the princess as she moved her arm to curl around the blond’s back, turning toward him so she could get proper chest-to-chest action. “Don’t you love those eyes?”
“Have to be in my top five,” He teased as he let his own arm find the curvaceous part of her spine where it transitioned from back to ass. “Still not golden.”
“Such pretty hair,” She sighed, eyes closing as his arm moved up her back until his fingers could bury into the ends of her recently -- and drastically -- shortened hair. “So long.”
“Right,” Kisuke let his fingers tug and her reaction was a slow flutter of eyelashes until golden and green could meet, both smoldering. “Because I really give two flying fucks about the visual details.”
“My fukutaichō such language,” Yoruichi lifted her chin, alleviating the tug at her scalp but bringing his lips close enough to hers to taste. “You know how I feel about little distractions from your work.”
“Which of this oh-so-humble servant’s tasks would an insolent blond noble boy distract me from?” He managed to enunciate properly while her bottom lip was between his, the words making his tongue lick along it every so often as he spoke.
“Those eyes only see me,” Yoruichi demanded. “I thought we’d agreed on that.”
“They only see you,” Kisuke pulled back and stared at her, took in the details of her familiar face, the pull of her heated gaze deep in his belly. “They only love you Koneko-sama.”
“Don’t tell me he’s not interested?” A purple brow arched higher than its partner to prove the disbelief she had of her own question.
“Don’t care.”
“If you can say you felt nothing at all toward him I’ll drop it,” She moved a leg until she could hook it over his hip. “I’ll stop voicing my skepticism aloud at least.”
“He’s very sad.”
“You’re the one that told me that it was your job to make me happy. I’m pretty sure there is someone else out there who was meant to make Ōtoribashi happy,” Yoruichi’s voice was no-nonsense and Kisuke could feel the tightening of the leg around him, the result the princess would soon be straddling him in the pile of pillows.
“Am I shirking that duty as well?”
“You haven’t ducked any duties for me Hara-chan,” The mischievous look that slipped onto her face made him bite his lip in restraint. “I’m trying to do a pre-emptive strike here.”
“Like that Quincy kid back in Academy?” Kisuke had seen how the bow-wielding hollow hunter had “distracted” her long before they had discovered he wasn’t exactly the soul of a shinigami.
There hadn’t yet been orders from Central 46 against their existence in both the World of the Living or anywhere in the Cycle of Rebirth for the “sake of balance” (Kisuke had always been relieved that the Onmitsukidō hadn’t been responsible for more than taking care of the Shihōin clan when that particular order had been given). It had been before the clan had gotten so irrevocably bound to the Gotei.
“Yes and one time with him only helped me realize I loved you,” Her voice came out softer, the joking way she was speaking hid how disgusted she actually was about her insecurity. She had never thought she would know how it felt to care for someone so much.
“I already know I love you,” He returned just as softly. “I don’t need to be with someone else to know that.”
“More than Tessai?” Yoruichi asked as she let herself relax, let her face rest in the crook of Kisuke’s neck as her body did likewise against his. “Are you sure?”
“You know how serious I am normally…not at all…you’re mine…I love you. I don’t need you to give me a pass to chase anyone, you already strong-armed me into deviant behavior with my other childhood friend,” He let his hand stroke the shortened strands of purple hair on the back of her head. “You did remember to invite Tessai to dinner right?”
“I hope so the cook is making enough to satisfy his reiatsu pool,” Yoruichi hummed along the line of Kisuke’s neck.
“And you want to bring a fourth into this game we’re playing?” Kisuke asked, a curious expression on his face, chewing at his bottom lip as he thought over the woman’s motives.
“No, just a twosome…you and Ōtoribashi…I’ll find paperwork to do or something.”
Kisuke easily felt the new stiffness to his leader’s frame as she offered outright, none of the innuendos or word games he’d found nobles quite gifted at. “He’s no home-wreaker.”
“Who said he was?”
“He said he wasn’t,” Kisuke revealed.
“What were you up to at the Academy?” Yoruichi lifted her face enough to kiss his stubbly chin, curiosity much like his own making her golden eyes shine. “I feel like I missed a bit of fun.”
“Yama-jiji mentioned he wanted a few more Onmitsukidō’s hakuda masters to be involved at the Academy…ran across Lisa-kun in the office and she escorted me to Hidaka-sensei’s classroom, both Aikawa and Ōtoribashi were in attendance,” Kisuke firmly enjoyed the light in her eyes, he was always grateful to have freed his princess from the rules that kept her from fully indulging her curious nature. “I figured I’d remind Izuru-kun those of the Onmitsukidō could be watching at any time.”
“I hope you gave him a sufficient scare…” Yoruichi gave him an appraising look, golden eyes observing even the tiniest detail much like he had taught her (they had both taught each other a few things). “Did you wedge yourself into one of Mashiro’s hidey holes and jump out while he was looking the other way?”
“While he was alone in the hallway…” Kisuke went on to describe, as if trying to impress her.
She gave a fake, long yawn and let her head fall to the pillow eyes closed. “It’s daytime that only has half it’s intended effect.”
“It was a shadowy hall coming up from the basement,” The blond tried and her shaggy purple head shook, eyes still closed. “He almost fell down the stairs.”
A gold eye opened the brow over it curving upward as her face showed her admiration. “Did you grab the front of his kimono?”
“Of course! With one macho fist.”
Yoruichi cheered and swung her hip over, pushing up off the pillows sending Kisuke into lying on his back in the cushions, legs straddling his hips. She leaned forward over him to pounce on his lips, teeth nipping only a moment before she purred, “Such a good soldier.”
“Only because you’re my--”
“Sōshireikan?” A voice called from the doorway.
Yeah that.
The Corp-Commander on top of him straightened but didn’t remove herself from her current blond-headed cushion. “Make it quick,” She growled, twisting enough to level her best Demon Cat in Fury eyes on the messenger.
Being in charge of the Onmitsukidō meant ten times more sit-reps than nibantai-taichō, where the captaincy created just as much paperwork in its stead (she had Gundanchō for most of the tedious tasks). This one was from the Security Force and his was one (the second in fact) of their four scheduled reports; two on inner Soul Society the Seireitei and the other two outer Soul Society namely Rukongai and it’s furthest reaches.
Yoruichi was just glad she didn’t have to pay attention to the hourly reports this same messenger took to his Gundanchō.
The messenger was quick and concise and didn’t wait to be sent away, seeing as Yoruichi usually waved them away with one hand while saying, “Yes, yes, go, go.”
In this particular instance Yoruichi was paying enough attention to file away the information but not a hair more, Kisuke deciding to lay perfectly still ironclad control holding back his usually playful reiatsu. She seemed to be looking right at the cowl-clad soldier but most her mind was focused on what Kisuke was up to. It wouldn’t be for propriety’s sake, the blond had never partaken in such things as personal space or emotional tact.
So he wouldn’t try to keep himself under control in any attempt to keep her from doing something intimate with an audience. Oh the scandal…
“Where were we?” Yoruichi turned to Kisuke, the palms of her hands unerringly landing just shy of each nipple on his torso, her thumbs sliding out to catch them, before swinging back in toward her other fingers catching it again, back and forth.
Kisuke caught his bottom lip in his teeth a moment and both nipples hardened under the attention but otherwise he didn’t react. “We were just listening to another boring report from the Security Force, few hollows, no trouble in Soul Society to speak of.”
“I’m sure there’s some paperwork Yama-jiji wants me to take care of…oh!…” As she realized she lifted her eyes from the slow sweep of her thumbs and the points of nipple in the fabric of Kisuke’s kimono to his oh-so-passionate eyes. “He doesn’t just want somebody at Shinō…but one of the Onmitsukidō elite.”
“Are you honestly doing anything but falling asleep in the heat?” Kisuke’s voice was struggling to stay bland, not breathy and wanton.
Yoruichi thought about going to the Academy to help out Hidaka-sensei, her curiosity had definitely been piqued and the blond under her was smart enough to see that he had caught her attention. “Well honestly if you just want to spend time with Ōtoribashi you don’t have to make excuses--”
“Teme, woman the man is attractive but you know very well who he belongs to and it’s not me,” Kisuke said matter-of-factly and felt a different kind of thrill at seeing her confusion and the wild spinning of his princess’s mind at his word’s implications. He wasn’t going to help, he didn’t teach like that. “I love you. Shut-up. You’re stupid.”
“I love you and I’ll help in the hakuda class but I will flay you alive if I find you in one of Mashiro’s hidey holes with another blond.”
“That’s it!” He announced and did some crazy-flexible wriggle of his body, threw in a small hip toss and the princess found herself almost instantly pressed into the cushions on her back, mouth much too occupied to use for talking.
“Are you two quite finished yet?” A dry voice murmured into the passionate silence.
“Jealous?” Kisuke only parted his lips from his princess’s graceful throat enough to quip the single word to their new visitor.
“Were I, do you honestly think I would be so gauche as to say it aloud?”
“Kisuke?” Yoruichi moaned distracted enough by her lover’s lips that Sōjun’s arrival hadn’t registered.
The power of their bond had always been obvious, even when they had just been children playing while the adults ran Soul Society. It was no more obvious now while the trained senses and mind of a Sōshireikan were reduced to mush.
“Otosama has arrived,” The blond said with a sigh, releasing her wrists where they were pressed into the pillows on either side of Yoruichi’s head, while moving off of her. “You need something?” He asked his irritation only noticeable to the woman that held his heart; she fixed a few articles of clothing and reached out to take Kisuke’s hand.
“Shut-up. I asked him to come,” Yoruichi sat up to kiss his stubbly neck in a spot that would have weakened his knees if he had been standing and she had given the kiss more teeth than she normally had to. “The only guard a noble gets here is Onmitsukidō.”
Sōjun’s violet eyes shifted first to the guard on his left then to the guard on his right, both of them dressed in black, cowl and mask included. “I had noticed such, yes.”
“I just so happen to be in charge of these guards,” Yoruichi watched as her blond rolled to his feet, then pulled her up with him. She caught each of the masked guards attention and waved them away with a, “Tch, be quick about it.”
They were away in a silent flash step and Sōjun leveled his gaze back on the princess, still holding hands with a commoner. “I suppose you and your paramour’s skill will be enough to protect me.”
“Right, because you have guards with you because you’re in so much danger,” Kisuke stated frankly, he had never been nobly tactful…or any sort of tactful.
Yoruichi put a finger over Kisuke’s lips and met his gaze to convey she wanted him to shut-up. She kept her finger in place as she returned attention to Sōjun, “I just wanted you to meet the new girl.”
“Honestly! I’ve told you I have to marry Lisa-sama,” Clearly he was getting used to his honorary sister trying to rescue her honorary brother and female protégé by setting Sōjun up with someone to get him away from Lisa.
“She just wanted to say hi,” Yoruichi chastised. “Really now Otochan don’t be a brat.”
Since she had been telling him such since he’d found himself in this predicament Sōjun had long since given up. Outwardly he put up a brave face, one that fooled others but not those that spent their lives observing.
Lisa saw he had never loved her, only Kokoa.
Kisuke saw he had succumbed to the weight of his nobility, the responsibility of political marriage.
Yoruichi saw that nothing that happened to Sōjun would stop him from loving Kokoa until the day he died.
As the two moved to exit Yoruichi leaned over to kiss Sōjun’s cheek. “I believe rokubantai-taichō was notified we were going to spend the afternoon discussing vital matters.”
“Sōshireikan?” Came soft and hushed, it was the naturally quiet voice of the redheaded maid Kisuke had recently hired to do as-of-yet unmentioned tasks.
“Ah, you’re here!” Kisuke cheered and moved to swoop on the small girl, ushering her past the corps commander and straight into the dark-haired noble looking increasingly put-upon.
“Urahara I told you--!” Sōjun began as he reached to push the petite girl back; she had smashed right into his chest and had caught herself with slight arms around his middle. He looked down as she looked up with a blush, her silver eyes going a bit rounder as their eyes met. “Kokoa?”
“Sōjun…” Her face lit up in a smile that made the noble cling a bit tighter to her so that his knees wouldn’t betray him. “Is it…is it all right that we’re together?”
Before Sōjun could attempt to answer (as dumbstruck as he was) Kisuke gave a tsk or two with his tongue, “Kokoa-chan would you please show this young noble to your quarters, he requires entertainment.”
Even if the blush that painted her translucent skin was fetching and made Sōjun almost squirm in his hakama he shot a steely expression to the blond at his less-than-refined talk around his lady. He opened his mouth to say something when Kokoa pulled away from him (something he sincerely detested) and slipped her delicate but calloused hand in his, “Hai, Gundanchō.”
The flustered noble looked back over his shoulder as his love pulled him the opposite direction, toward the private rooms her corps commander had gifted her with.
“He looks like he wants help,” Kisuke observed with surprise.
“I think it looks like he’s concerned at what we might have taught her in the small space of time we had her in our employ before he knew she was here,” Yoruichi took Kisuke’s hand and placed it on her shoulder, near the curve of her neck as she turned to walk back into her offices, set on picking up where they’d left off.
Kisuke glanced back to see the fleeting form of Kokoa and Sōjun, if he hadn’t know any better he would have claimed they had shunpo they were so far off. “Lisa-kun mentioned letting Otosama visit her at the Academy…too bad Kokoa-chan doesn’t have sufficient spiritual pressure to attend.”
“She needs training and time, she can get that here too…who knows what sort of power is inside her, she is from a noble family,” Yoruichi turned to watch as Kisuke closed the office door and did a strange little kidō lock trick on it before turning to his captain.
“You had better tend to it,” Kisuke chuckled a bit as he let his fingers caress and his feet be led by Yoruichi toward the heavenly mound of pillows. “Otosama looked like he might want to beat the ever-loving shit out of me if I tried.”
Onward to Chapter Twelve!