UraIshi AU Ch. 7
Title: Unravelling Threads of Fate
Rating: PG-13 for now.
Pairings: UraIshi
Summary: AU. Ishida has had a hard life. With the help of some friends, it finally looks like things are going to work out. When he meets a bizarre and cheerful man named Urahara Kisuke, the two are inexplicably drawn to each other. But when Ishida discovers the truth about Urahara's past and its ties to his own, difficulties arise.
Notes: I keep on forgetting to thank kirstian for her quick beta-read every time. XD
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the genius KT. ♥
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
A week after the embarrassing incident with the card and flowers - especially the card - Ishida found himself hijacked off to a lunch with Rukia and Orihime. Planning on grabbing a sandwich from the bistro next door and coming back right after to work while he ate, he had packed his bag quickly and stepped away from his desk. He was abruptly attacked from both sides and dragged down the stairs, desperately trying not to trip over the short designer in front of him.
At least he still got his sandwich from the bistro.
As the three were seated at a table, the two girls stared at him, causing him to shift uncomfortably and attempt to hide behind his menu. A slender finger reached out and pulled it down, revealing Rukia with a wide grin on her face.
“So, Ishida-san,” she drawled, “how about you start by telling us how you two met and we’ll go on from there?”
“Uh…”
Sometimes Rukia can be really scary, Ishida thought as he tried to sort out everything that had happened. I kind of feel sorry for Kurosaki.
“Well, we met at your show, if you couldn’t guess.”
“That’s what I thought. But what happened? What did he say to you? What did you say back? How did you get from that to being well, a couple?”
The dark-haired boy blinked helplessly at the barrage of questions and started to form an answer when the last word scattered his thoughts. A couple? We’re a couple? …wow. He fell silent as his mind considered that and found he quite liked the idea.
“Ishida-kun…?” Orihime prodded at him gently with a spoon.
“What? Oh!” Ishida pushed up his glasses in an attempt to hide the blush rising to his cheeks. “Well, Kuchiki-san, you had pushed me into a crowd of people. I was getting rather flustered and wished someone would get me away for a few moments… when he showed up out of nowhere and took me outside.”
“Urahara-san was your knight in shining armour then!” The orange-haired girl clapped her hands in delight before pausing with a thoughtful expression. “Does that mean Ishida-kun is a princess?”
Rukia and Ishida both turned to stare at her blankly. After a moment’s silence, Rukia focused her gaze back on the young designer and smiled. “Go on.”
“We talked a little before he was dragged off. Then next time I saw him was actually during our dinner with those other designers, Kuchiki-san. I, er,” Ishida paused in embarrassment, “I followed him to the bathroom.”
The raven-haired girl laughed before patting his hand comfortingly. “It’s okay, Ishida-san. Stalking him ended up being a good thing, didn’t it?”
“Yes,” he smiled faintly, “He asked me to lunch that Saturday.”
“No wonder you were red.”
Ishida adjusted his glasses again with a quiet cough. “Yes, well, we started meeting for lunch every week; sometimes, he took me other places. Then the Saturday before I got those flowers at the studio, we went out to dinner. He said it was our three-month anniversary and that night he… well, he kissed me.”
Both girls squealed loudly, startling him out of his reverie of memories and attracting the attention of the other restaurant patrons. Flushing, Ishida shrank down in his seat, wishing he could just go back to work. He reached out to grab his water and drank slowly, trying to force the blush away.
“Ishida-san,” Rukia grinned at him cheekily, “Is he a good kisser?”
He spluttered, snatching up a napkin to wipe away the water that managed to dribble down his chin.
Operation ‘Reduce Blush’, status: fail, he thought with a sigh.
“What?” Ishida croaked, coughing to clear out the liquid that had attempted to travel to his lungs.
“Oh, come on. You can’t tell us he kissed you and not give us an opinion on it,” she replied, unfolding her napkin neatly across her lap. “Well?”
“He… he’s very good.”
Thankfully, before Rukia could attack him for more details, their food arrived. They ate in silence but he could see her eyeing him in an odd manner the entire time. When the plates were taken away and their drinks were all that sat on the table, she leaned forward with a contemplative look on her face.
“Ishida-san, forgive me for being rather nosy, but I wonder about something.” Ishida felt his eyebrow twitch at that. She wasn’t being nosy before? “Do you love him?”
“E-eh?!” His eyes were wide as he blinked at her. “Kuchiki-san, I-I think it’s entirely too soon to know something like that.”
“I beg to differ.” Large grey eyes considered him silently before she continued. “Sometimes, it doesn’t take much to know if you love someone.”
“Like love at first sight!” Orihime chimed in, swirling her drink with a straw.
Smiling, Rukia nodded. “Yes, like that. So, Ishida-san?”
His heart beat wildly, so loud he could hear it, and his stomach twisted in anticipation as he considered the suggestion. Lunch dates and dinners danced across his thoughts, especially the past week where they ended in kisses he didn’t want to stop. Slowly, Ishida raised his eyes to look at the two girls and opened his mouth to answer…
~~~
“Ah, Ishida-san!” Rukia bounced over to his desk with the phone. They had returned from lunch only two hours ago and he tiredly wondered what she wanted now. “I have an idea!”
“Idea?”
“Ichigo’s birthday is next week and I had plans for a small dinner party. Originally, I was just going to ask Inoue-san and you but I’ve decided that you should ask Urahara-san to come too. That way we can all meet him and you don’t have to give up an evening with your boyfriend!” she stated, clearly proud of her ingenuity.
Blinking, Ishida rubbed his neck thoughtfully. “I suppose that’s fine…”
“Good! Then call him and ask.” The phone was shoved into his face and he stared at it a moment before taking it out of her hand.
Yes. Definitely scary at times.
Looking down at the number pad, Ishida realized something.
“Kuchiki-san, I have a little problem with calling him,” he said, an embarrassed expression crossing his features.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“…I don’t know his number.”
“…”
“He always calls me! And I never have a reason to call him… well, until now,” Ishida explained, idly tracing the buttons with a finger. “Can’t this wait a little while? I’m having dinner with him tonight, so I can just ask then.”
Huffing, Rukia snatched the phone back out of his hand and started to walk into the other room. “Fine, but he had better come!” she called back to him. “I want to find out more about this Urahara Kisuke!”
~~~
Luckily, Urahara seemed perfectly happy to come along to Ichigo’s birthday party, stating that he would look forward to meeting everyone. He had also laughed at Ishida’s little phone mishap, scribbling down his cell phone number and handing it over to the boy.
“Now you can call me whenever you need me,” he had said with a warm smile, causing the young designer’s heart to beat faster as he nodded slowly.
Ichigo’s birthday fell on a Saturday; after having breakfast and lunch with his family, he said he would meet them at the restaurant for their dinner party. Urahara had claimed he didn’t know where the restaurant was, as he hadn’t been in town for a long time, and asked Ishida if he wouldn’t mind meeting him at the hotel instead so that he could provide directions.
So that was how Ishida found himself standing in front of the hotel building, staring up at its towering height with a bit of nervousness. Stepping inside, he glanced around at the expensive looking lobby, a lounge and bar occupying the far corner, and approached the front desk.
“Excuse me…”
“Yes? How may I help you?” A man with a nametag that labelled him as a manager looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
“May I ask how I might find Urahara Kisuke?” Ishida may have been nervous in a crowd of people, but when facing someone one-on-one, he knew how to speak properly and in a way that would have them respect him as well. All thanks to being raised by his father he supposed. The only exception to this was Urahara, for some reason. Speaking to him always threatened to send him into an incomprehensible state.
Surveying Ishida, the manager looked as if he were comparing the boy’s face to some mental image. That was exactly what he was doing - Urahara had described him in detail. “Ah! You must be Ishida-san. Yes, he left a message telling me to inform you to wait in his room. Shall I assign you an escort?”
“Yes, thank you,” his mouth automatically replied, but he felt his mind scatter at the words. …wait in his room?
A bellboy soon arrived and led him to the elevators. He tried to remain calm as the digits lit up, taking him higher and higher to the very top, and stepped out softly as the doors opened with a chime.
“You’ll want the door on your left, sir.”
Thanking him, Ishida turned to look down the short, wide hallway leading to a set of creamy double-doors. He could hear the elevator close smoothly behind him as he moved forward and blinked at the folded note tucked carefully in one of the curved door handles. It opened into familiar, efficient script that read: ‘The door’s unlocked. Come right in!’
Ishida reached out and slowly opened the door with a sharp click. Peering inside, he let out a sigh of awe at the sheer size and elegant furnishings of the penthouse suite; he was looking out into a living room and dining room area, with a small kitchen in the corner to his right, and to his left he could see a door that led presumably to the bedroom. He took off his shoes, placing them next to a pair that he recognized as Urahara’s, and stepped onto the plush carpet as he looked around.
“Urahara-san?” he called out, walking into the living room. When there was no reply, Ishida padded over to the pair of glass doors that opened onto a patio, staring out at the scenery for a moment before turning back around. He eyed the bedroom door with some trepidation.
Adjusting his glasses, Ishida opened the door and went inside. Blinking in surprise, he discovered that there was another living room-type area that occupied half the room, while the other half had the king-sized bed. The young designer noticed a light coming from underneath a door which he assumed led to the bathroom and knocked on it lightly.
“Urahara-san…?”
“Ah! Ishida-san!” The reply sounded muffled. “I’ll be right out, just take a seat.”
Glancing over his shoulder at the couches arranged in front of the fireplace, he selected one at random and sat down gingerly on the plush cushion.
“Will we be late?”
“Eh? No, I don’t think so. It’s not very far from… here…” Ishida trailed off into silence as Urahara waltzed out of the bathroom, drying his hair.
Clad only in a towel.
A towel that appeared perilously close to simply dropping off the hips it wrapped around.
Ishida stared. And stared.
“See something you like?” he teased with a wide grin, the towel draped over his head shadowing his eyes much like his hat.
Gripping a pillow that sat on the couch beside him, Ishida hurled it at the nearly naked man. Urahara skipped neatly out of the way and back into the bathroom with a laugh.
“You did that on purpose!” The boy choked out, burying his burning face into another plush pillow.
“Of course! You’re very adorable when you blush,” he called back, the sound of a hair dryer abruptly drowning out any reply Ishida could have made.
~~~
Ishida refused to speak to the grinning man during the car ride to the restaurant, simply pointing when a turn approached. Once Benihime was parked, he started walking quickly to the entrance, only to be stopped short as a hand closed around his wrist gently.
“Ishida-san~ Are you going to ignore me the whole evening?” Urahara asked, pouting a little.
Glancing up at him, Ishida sighed. His annoyance had mostly dissipated by the time they had left the hotel - it was hard to stay mad at Urahara - but now it was definitely gone. “You’re horrible.”
“You know you love me!”
The young designer fell silent at the words, his heart thudding. Urahara peered at him curiously, noticing the odd change in his mood.
“Is something wrong?”
“N-no! Ah, let’s get inside. They must be waiting for us.”
Ishida almost sighed in relief when Urahara decided not to say anything more. He waved back politely to Rukia flinging her arm back and forth wildly as they stepped into the restaurant. Sitting down at the table, there were introductions all around, with Urahara appearing perfectly at ease.
“You know,” he started to say as their menus were taken away, “I’m surprised Ishida-san never tried to get Kurosaki-san’s attention.”
Rukia burst into hysterical laughter. Unfortunately, Ichigo and Ishida had been drinking from their water glasses at the time and both promptly started to choke.
Wiping the tears from her eyes, the small, dark-haired girl tried to catch her breath. “Ahaha… I like you, Urahara-san.”
“Well, that’s very good to hear!”
The rest of the evening went smoothly, interrupted only by a few more embarrassing comments from Urahara which caused Rukia to start crying with laughter again. Orihime made a few unusual statements which he replied politely to and at times the two of them lapsed into a conversation that made no sense to the rest of the table. Eventually, all that was left on the table were various drinks and the remainders of desserts.
Urahara glanced at his coat pocket as it began to ring, pulling out his cell phone to look at the number. Ishida didn’t notice how his eyes seemed to darken and merely smiled at him when he excused himself from the table. Moving off to the side, he flipped it open.
“Yoruichi-san.”
“Kisuke…”
He frowned at the tone of her voice. “How bad is it?”
“It’s pretty bad. I’ve gathered a lot of information and… we really need to talk about your situation with Ishida Uryuu.”
Urahara lifted his eyes to gaze at Ishida sitting at the table. For Yoruichi to say it was ‘pretty bad’ meant…
“Meet me at the hotel tomorrow at noon. We’ll talk then.”
A/N: Mwahahaha. LOL lily22! Did you recognize the little bits that were like the RP? Like Ishida's classic saying? XD
To Chapter 8
X-posted places.
Rating: PG-13 for now.
Pairings: UraIshi
Summary: AU. Ishida has had a hard life. With the help of some friends, it finally looks like things are going to work out. When he meets a bizarre and cheerful man named Urahara Kisuke, the two are inexplicably drawn to each other. But when Ishida discovers the truth about Urahara's past and its ties to his own, difficulties arise.
Notes: I keep on forgetting to thank kirstian for her quick beta-read every time. XD
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the genius KT. ♥
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
A week after the embarrassing incident with the card and flowers - especially the card - Ishida found himself hijacked off to a lunch with Rukia and Orihime. Planning on grabbing a sandwich from the bistro next door and coming back right after to work while he ate, he had packed his bag quickly and stepped away from his desk. He was abruptly attacked from both sides and dragged down the stairs, desperately trying not to trip over the short designer in front of him.
At least he still got his sandwich from the bistro.
As the three were seated at a table, the two girls stared at him, causing him to shift uncomfortably and attempt to hide behind his menu. A slender finger reached out and pulled it down, revealing Rukia with a wide grin on her face.
“So, Ishida-san,” she drawled, “how about you start by telling us how you two met and we’ll go on from there?”
“Uh…”
Sometimes Rukia can be really scary, Ishida thought as he tried to sort out everything that had happened. I kind of feel sorry for Kurosaki.
“Well, we met at your show, if you couldn’t guess.”
“That’s what I thought. But what happened? What did he say to you? What did you say back? How did you get from that to being well, a couple?”
The dark-haired boy blinked helplessly at the barrage of questions and started to form an answer when the last word scattered his thoughts. A couple? We’re a couple? …wow. He fell silent as his mind considered that and found he quite liked the idea.
“Ishida-kun…?” Orihime prodded at him gently with a spoon.
“What? Oh!” Ishida pushed up his glasses in an attempt to hide the blush rising to his cheeks. “Well, Kuchiki-san, you had pushed me into a crowd of people. I was getting rather flustered and wished someone would get me away for a few moments… when he showed up out of nowhere and took me outside.”
“Urahara-san was your knight in shining armour then!” The orange-haired girl clapped her hands in delight before pausing with a thoughtful expression. “Does that mean Ishida-kun is a princess?”
Rukia and Ishida both turned to stare at her blankly. After a moment’s silence, Rukia focused her gaze back on the young designer and smiled. “Go on.”
“We talked a little before he was dragged off. Then next time I saw him was actually during our dinner with those other designers, Kuchiki-san. I, er,” Ishida paused in embarrassment, “I followed him to the bathroom.”
The raven-haired girl laughed before patting his hand comfortingly. “It’s okay, Ishida-san. Stalking him ended up being a good thing, didn’t it?”
“Yes,” he smiled faintly, “He asked me to lunch that Saturday.”
“No wonder you were red.”
Ishida adjusted his glasses again with a quiet cough. “Yes, well, we started meeting for lunch every week; sometimes, he took me other places. Then the Saturday before I got those flowers at the studio, we went out to dinner. He said it was our three-month anniversary and that night he… well, he kissed me.”
Both girls squealed loudly, startling him out of his reverie of memories and attracting the attention of the other restaurant patrons. Flushing, Ishida shrank down in his seat, wishing he could just go back to work. He reached out to grab his water and drank slowly, trying to force the blush away.
“Ishida-san,” Rukia grinned at him cheekily, “Is he a good kisser?”
He spluttered, snatching up a napkin to wipe away the water that managed to dribble down his chin.
Operation ‘Reduce Blush’, status: fail, he thought with a sigh.
“What?” Ishida croaked, coughing to clear out the liquid that had attempted to travel to his lungs.
“Oh, come on. You can’t tell us he kissed you and not give us an opinion on it,” she replied, unfolding her napkin neatly across her lap. “Well?”
“He… he’s very good.”
Thankfully, before Rukia could attack him for more details, their food arrived. They ate in silence but he could see her eyeing him in an odd manner the entire time. When the plates were taken away and their drinks were all that sat on the table, she leaned forward with a contemplative look on her face.
“Ishida-san, forgive me for being rather nosy, but I wonder about something.” Ishida felt his eyebrow twitch at that. She wasn’t being nosy before? “Do you love him?”
“E-eh?!” His eyes were wide as he blinked at her. “Kuchiki-san, I-I think it’s entirely too soon to know something like that.”
“I beg to differ.” Large grey eyes considered him silently before she continued. “Sometimes, it doesn’t take much to know if you love someone.”
“Like love at first sight!” Orihime chimed in, swirling her drink with a straw.
Smiling, Rukia nodded. “Yes, like that. So, Ishida-san?”
His heart beat wildly, so loud he could hear it, and his stomach twisted in anticipation as he considered the suggestion. Lunch dates and dinners danced across his thoughts, especially the past week where they ended in kisses he didn’t want to stop. Slowly, Ishida raised his eyes to look at the two girls and opened his mouth to answer…
~~~
“Ah, Ishida-san!” Rukia bounced over to his desk with the phone. They had returned from lunch only two hours ago and he tiredly wondered what she wanted now. “I have an idea!”
“Idea?”
“Ichigo’s birthday is next week and I had plans for a small dinner party. Originally, I was just going to ask Inoue-san and you but I’ve decided that you should ask Urahara-san to come too. That way we can all meet him and you don’t have to give up an evening with your boyfriend!” she stated, clearly proud of her ingenuity.
Blinking, Ishida rubbed his neck thoughtfully. “I suppose that’s fine…”
“Good! Then call him and ask.” The phone was shoved into his face and he stared at it a moment before taking it out of her hand.
Yes. Definitely scary at times.
Looking down at the number pad, Ishida realized something.
“Kuchiki-san, I have a little problem with calling him,” he said, an embarrassed expression crossing his features.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“…I don’t know his number.”
“…”
“He always calls me! And I never have a reason to call him… well, until now,” Ishida explained, idly tracing the buttons with a finger. “Can’t this wait a little while? I’m having dinner with him tonight, so I can just ask then.”
Huffing, Rukia snatched the phone back out of his hand and started to walk into the other room. “Fine, but he had better come!” she called back to him. “I want to find out more about this Urahara Kisuke!”
~~~
Luckily, Urahara seemed perfectly happy to come along to Ichigo’s birthday party, stating that he would look forward to meeting everyone. He had also laughed at Ishida’s little phone mishap, scribbling down his cell phone number and handing it over to the boy.
“Now you can call me whenever you need me,” he had said with a warm smile, causing the young designer’s heart to beat faster as he nodded slowly.
Ichigo’s birthday fell on a Saturday; after having breakfast and lunch with his family, he said he would meet them at the restaurant for their dinner party. Urahara had claimed he didn’t know where the restaurant was, as he hadn’t been in town for a long time, and asked Ishida if he wouldn’t mind meeting him at the hotel instead so that he could provide directions.
So that was how Ishida found himself standing in front of the hotel building, staring up at its towering height with a bit of nervousness. Stepping inside, he glanced around at the expensive looking lobby, a lounge and bar occupying the far corner, and approached the front desk.
“Excuse me…”
“Yes? How may I help you?” A man with a nametag that labelled him as a manager looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
“May I ask how I might find Urahara Kisuke?” Ishida may have been nervous in a crowd of people, but when facing someone one-on-one, he knew how to speak properly and in a way that would have them respect him as well. All thanks to being raised by his father he supposed. The only exception to this was Urahara, for some reason. Speaking to him always threatened to send him into an incomprehensible state.
Surveying Ishida, the manager looked as if he were comparing the boy’s face to some mental image. That was exactly what he was doing - Urahara had described him in detail. “Ah! You must be Ishida-san. Yes, he left a message telling me to inform you to wait in his room. Shall I assign you an escort?”
“Yes, thank you,” his mouth automatically replied, but he felt his mind scatter at the words. …wait in his room?
A bellboy soon arrived and led him to the elevators. He tried to remain calm as the digits lit up, taking him higher and higher to the very top, and stepped out softly as the doors opened with a chime.
“You’ll want the door on your left, sir.”
Thanking him, Ishida turned to look down the short, wide hallway leading to a set of creamy double-doors. He could hear the elevator close smoothly behind him as he moved forward and blinked at the folded note tucked carefully in one of the curved door handles. It opened into familiar, efficient script that read: ‘The door’s unlocked. Come right in!’
Ishida reached out and slowly opened the door with a sharp click. Peering inside, he let out a sigh of awe at the sheer size and elegant furnishings of the penthouse suite; he was looking out into a living room and dining room area, with a small kitchen in the corner to his right, and to his left he could see a door that led presumably to the bedroom. He took off his shoes, placing them next to a pair that he recognized as Urahara’s, and stepped onto the plush carpet as he looked around.
“Urahara-san?” he called out, walking into the living room. When there was no reply, Ishida padded over to the pair of glass doors that opened onto a patio, staring out at the scenery for a moment before turning back around. He eyed the bedroom door with some trepidation.
Adjusting his glasses, Ishida opened the door and went inside. Blinking in surprise, he discovered that there was another living room-type area that occupied half the room, while the other half had the king-sized bed. The young designer noticed a light coming from underneath a door which he assumed led to the bathroom and knocked on it lightly.
“Urahara-san…?”
“Ah! Ishida-san!” The reply sounded muffled. “I’ll be right out, just take a seat.”
Glancing over his shoulder at the couches arranged in front of the fireplace, he selected one at random and sat down gingerly on the plush cushion.
“Will we be late?”
“Eh? No, I don’t think so. It’s not very far from… here…” Ishida trailed off into silence as Urahara waltzed out of the bathroom, drying his hair.
Clad only in a towel.
A towel that appeared perilously close to simply dropping off the hips it wrapped around.
Ishida stared. And stared.
“See something you like?” he teased with a wide grin, the towel draped over his head shadowing his eyes much like his hat.
Gripping a pillow that sat on the couch beside him, Ishida hurled it at the nearly naked man. Urahara skipped neatly out of the way and back into the bathroom with a laugh.
“You did that on purpose!” The boy choked out, burying his burning face into another plush pillow.
“Of course! You’re very adorable when you blush,” he called back, the sound of a hair dryer abruptly drowning out any reply Ishida could have made.
~~~
Ishida refused to speak to the grinning man during the car ride to the restaurant, simply pointing when a turn approached. Once Benihime was parked, he started walking quickly to the entrance, only to be stopped short as a hand closed around his wrist gently.
“Ishida-san~ Are you going to ignore me the whole evening?” Urahara asked, pouting a little.
Glancing up at him, Ishida sighed. His annoyance had mostly dissipated by the time they had left the hotel - it was hard to stay mad at Urahara - but now it was definitely gone. “You’re horrible.”
“You know you love me!”
The young designer fell silent at the words, his heart thudding. Urahara peered at him curiously, noticing the odd change in his mood.
“Is something wrong?”
“N-no! Ah, let’s get inside. They must be waiting for us.”
Ishida almost sighed in relief when Urahara decided not to say anything more. He waved back politely to Rukia flinging her arm back and forth wildly as they stepped into the restaurant. Sitting down at the table, there were introductions all around, with Urahara appearing perfectly at ease.
“You know,” he started to say as their menus were taken away, “I’m surprised Ishida-san never tried to get Kurosaki-san’s attention.”
Rukia burst into hysterical laughter. Unfortunately, Ichigo and Ishida had been drinking from their water glasses at the time and both promptly started to choke.
Wiping the tears from her eyes, the small, dark-haired girl tried to catch her breath. “Ahaha… I like you, Urahara-san.”
“Well, that’s very good to hear!”
The rest of the evening went smoothly, interrupted only by a few more embarrassing comments from Urahara which caused Rukia to start crying with laughter again. Orihime made a few unusual statements which he replied politely to and at times the two of them lapsed into a conversation that made no sense to the rest of the table. Eventually, all that was left on the table were various drinks and the remainders of desserts.
Urahara glanced at his coat pocket as it began to ring, pulling out his cell phone to look at the number. Ishida didn’t notice how his eyes seemed to darken and merely smiled at him when he excused himself from the table. Moving off to the side, he flipped it open.
“Yoruichi-san.”
“Kisuke…”
He frowned at the tone of her voice. “How bad is it?”
“It’s pretty bad. I’ve gathered a lot of information and… we really need to talk about your situation with Ishida Uryuu.”
Urahara lifted his eyes to gaze at Ishida sitting at the table. For Yoruichi to say it was ‘pretty bad’ meant…
“Meet me at the hotel tomorrow at noon. We’ll talk then.”
A/N: Mwahahaha. LOL lily22! Did you recognize the little bits that were like the RP? Like Ishida's classic saying? XD
To Chapter 8
X-posted places.