UraIshi AU Ch.9
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 You rock.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the genius KT. ♥
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The end of August passed by and September rolled in along with a new school year. Ichigo was entering the final year for his bachelor’s degree and often came into the studio laden with recently purchased books, complaining about their prices. He would sit by the window, sorting them into specific piles with that ever-present frown on his face. Sometimes, Ishida would see Rukia skip over to him with a newspaper in hand, jabbing enthusiastically with her finger at an ad, and they would speak quietly for a few moments.
One day, Rukia came bounding up the stairs with a bright grin on her face, followed soon after by Ichigo who looked rather pleased as well. Ishida blinked at them curiously as the small designer spun around once with her arms spread wide.
“We found an apartment!”
“Ah, congratulations, Kuchiki-san!” Ishida smiled as she skipped over, grabbing his hands and pulling him to his feet. She spun him around with her before releasing him back into his chair.
“Thank you, Ishida-san~”
Rukia paused to eye Ichigo who was still standing by the stairwell. She suddenly launched herself at him, causing him to stagger a little at the sudden weight attached to his back.
“What the hell?!”
“Oi! You’re too quiet! Aren’t you happy about this?”
“Gah!” The orange-haired boy tried to keep his balance and gripped the small arms draped around his neck. “Well, I’m sorry if I’m not as expressive as you are. Besides, you know I’m happy - I’m the one who found the place.”
“Hm. That is true.” Rukia slid off his back and rearranged her outfit. Spotting Orihime in the other room, she grinned and raced off. “Inoue-san~!”
“So where is the apartment located?” Ishida asked politely, rearranging his glasses.
“Eh, not too far from here.” Ichigo paused to point out the window. “Around two blocks south which is nice because then Rukia can just walk to work. It’s a pretty decent place.”
“That’s very convenient for Kuchiki-san.”
“Yeah. We’ll be moved in by the end of the month.” He glanced at the dark-haired boy. “What about you then?”
Ishida blinked. “Eh? What do you mean?”
“Well, I mean, when I move out of the house, you’re going to be left with my little sisters and my old man. I thought you might feel a bit awkward or something.” Ichigo smiled a little as he ran a hand through his spikes. “I’ll miss Yuzu and Karin but I definitely won’t miss waking up to a kick in the face. Although I guess I can’t be sure that Rukia won’t do that…”
“You’re right…”
“About Rukia?”
“No,” Ishida smirked at him, “but I won’t deny her capability of doing such a thing. What I meant was that you were right about it being awkward. You were my only real connection to your family - it wouldn’t be right for me to stay now. Perhaps I need to start looking for an apartment.”
He was still thinking about his situation when he met with Urahara for dinner. Ishida tried to pay attention to the conversation but eventually lapsed into silence as he wondered what he would do. A finger tapping him lightly on the nose brought him out of his thoughts and he blinked at the man across from him.
“Uryuu~ You’re being rather quiet,” Urahara noted with a gentle smile. “What’s on your mind?”
“Well, Kurosaki and Kuchiki-san found an apartment.”
“Did they? How wonderful! They must be happy about it.”
Ishida smiled with a nod. “They are.”
“That still doesn’t explain why you’re staring off into space.”
“Oh,” he murmured, flushing lightly, “It’s just that with Kurosaki moving out of the house, it would be a bit odd for me to still live there. And I do have a steady income now so I was considering going to look for an apartment somewhere.”
“Mm, I see.” Urahara gazed at him thoughtfully, a finger tracing the rim of his water glass slowly. “Uryuu, would you let me offer a suggestion?”
“Of course!”
“Why don’t you move in with me?”
Ishida dropped the fork he had been holding onto the plate with a clatter, blinking in surprise. “W-what?”
Move in with him?
“We’ve been together for over five months already and we like spending time together. What would be so wrong about it?” Urahara asked, a smile on his lips.
“N-nothing’s wrong, it’s just…” The young designer frowned a little. “I don’t know.”
Leaning forward, the older man reached out a hand to gently cup a flushed cheek. “Uryuu, I would be very glad if you came to live with me, but if it’s not something you want, that’s perfectly fine.”
“No, no, it’s not that. I think I would like that very much but… are you sure you want me to?”
“You silly boy! Of course I would~” Urahara grinned and pat his cheek affectionately. Ishida smiled in response and nodded a little.
“Okay then. I suppose I ought to let Kurosaki’s father know that I’ll be leaving too.”
~~~
“They’re all leaving me, Karin!” Isshin wailed. “Are you leaving me too?!”
“Unfortunately not. I’m stuck here for at least a few more years,” Karin muttered, poking at her food.
“So cruel to daddy! Yuzu, did you hear your sister?”
“Yes, father. But you have to admit that we won’t live at home forever,” Yuzu replied softly, filling a bowl with rice and putting it in front of him. “Eat your dinner.”
An expression of pure horror froze on Isshin’s face as he stared at his two daughters. “My family is betraying me!! My heart is filled with the pain of a thousand knives!”
Ishida and Ichigo exchanged similar glances before picking up their chopsticks. It became easier to ignore the doctor’s expressive behaviour the longer one lived in the house. Ishida could still remember his first dinner with the household - he was so shocked when Isshin tackled his son to floor in a headlock as they stepped into the kitchen. Now, he just considered himself lucky to have never received that sort of treatment.
“So you’re moving in with Urahara-san?” Ichigo asked through a mouthful of rice.
“Mm,” the young designer confirmed, smiling slightly. “It makes me a bit nervous but I’m looking forward to it.”
“Ishida!”
He jumped a little but managed to keep a hold of his chopsticks as he turned to look at Isshin. “Ah… yes?”
“I insist on meeting this man before you move in.” The doctor had stopped his crying from before and was now looking at him with an almost serious expression. “You’ve spent almost three years with us and I consider you like a part of the family. It wouldn’t do to have you running off with someone dangerous.”
“Oh, but I assure you he’s not-”
“No excuses! Invite him over for dinner tomorrow, if you like.”
And so that was how Ishida found himself leading Urahara up to the front door of the Kurosaki household the next evening. Placing a hand on the doorknob, he paused to glance back at the older man.
“I think I should warn you that Ichigo’s father can be very… enthusiastic.”
“Oh, I’m sure it’ll be fine, Uryuu,” Urahara said, leaning forward to kiss him on the cheek. Ishida merely sent him a faintly apologetic look before opening the door.
“Hello? Er, I’ve brought Urahara-san for dinner…”
They stood together - Ishida with some awkwardness, Urahara completely at ease - and watched the Kurosaki family members come out to greet them. Ichigo made his way down the stairs with a casual wave while his two sisters poked their heads out of the kitchen. Isshin’s head joined theirs a moment after.
“Why, hello, Isshin,” Urahara stated calmly, a wide grin spread across his face. Ishida blinked and stared at him speechlessly. …what.
“Kisuke! I thought I recognized the name but I had no idea that Ishida was talking about you. How long has it been?” Isshin laughed as he walked down the hallway.
“Not since college, so almost twenty years.”
“A long time… you do know what this means though, don’t you?”
“Hm?”
“I swore I would beat you in a drinking contest someday.”
Urahara’s grin grew even bigger, if possible, and a challenging glint flashed across his eyes. “Let’s see, shall we?”
~~~
“Hahaha, remember when we spray-painted all the doors on campus? Then we headed to that lovely little bar afterwards~” Urahara said loudly, head pillowed on one arm and the other attached to a cup of sake. Isshin shook his head unsteadily, swinging his empty sake cup around.
“No, no, no… you’ve got it all wrong, Kisuke. If I remember right, I got caught by security and you went to the bar.” He paused for a moment, squinting at his former classmate. “Hey~ You left me.”
“Did I?” Reaching out, Urahara slapped Isshin on the back. “I’m so sorry~”
“Bah, who cares. More sake! ”
Ichigo and Ishida sat watching the two men drink themselves into idiocy. It was rather astonishing, really. Yuzu and Karin had gone off to bed a little earlier, tired of watching them babble on about their college years.
The drinking contest had started the second all the dishes from dinner were cleared from the table. By this time, they had been drinking steadily for three hours. After a few more rounds, drinks were being splashed all over the table and floor and Isshin wavered in his seat. He opened his mouth to say something, only to abruptly crash face-first into the table.
“Heehee~ I win again!” Urahara giggled gleefully.
Sighing, Ichigo stood up and started to move his father to the couch. At a look from Ishida, he shrugged. “What? I’m not dragging him all the way upstairs. And you might want to take care of your boyfriend over there. He might as well stay here.”
Ishida turned to look at Urahara, who was still giggling madly into the tabletop, and couldn’t help but smile because, well, it was amusing. Walking over to him, he shook the man’s arm gently, taking the sake cup out of his hand and setting it down a safe distance away.
“Kisuke…” he called softly, helping the unsteady man to his feet. He braced himself against the heavy weight, grasping the arm that hung around his shoulder.
Urahara blinked at him blearily and grinned. “Hello, Uryuu~! You’re so pretty… I love you~”
The young designer blushed, hearing Ichigo snicker, and his steps faltered as he made his way up the stairs to his room.
“Where are we going? I need to drive home~”
“Oh, no. I think not. You’re staying here tonight,” Ishida replied, huffing as he pushed the door open. Neatly dumping Urahara on the bed, he moved to close his bedroom door with a tired sigh. He froze as arms slid around his stomach and blinked at the face beside his.
“Kisuke, wh-what are you doing?”
“Oh, nothing. So I’m staying with you tonight?” Urahara smiled and pressed a kiss to his neck.
“Stop it. You’re drunk.”
“Actually, no, I’m not. Not completely alcohol-free but definitely not drunk.”
“You’re - what?” Ishida frowned at him but then realized that he was oddly coherent compared to just a moment ago. His breath didn’t smell particularly strong either.
“How do you think I won against Isshin all those times in college?” Urahara chuckled. “All I had to do was make him think I took a drink and then just watch him drink himself into the table. Didn’t you notice me spilling quite a bit?”
Ishida thought about it and could remember noticing an awful lot of sake being splashed around. Cups being slammed down on the table so hard that the alcohol sloshed out of them and arms waving around wildly, sending the liquid splattering all around the kitchen.
“I admit I did drink the first few but to be honest, I was never a fan of getting drunk out of my mind. I prefer to stop before it reaches the point where you wake up with a splitting headache,” Urahara commented, slowly tugging the boy towards the bed. “Now, let’s head to bed.”
“Well, I’m glad you aren’t drunk,” Ishida pushed his arms away and grabbed his pyjamas with a small smile. “But I would prefer to at least brush and change before getting into bed. You can probably borrow a pair of pyjamas from the closet across the hall and use the bathroom beside it. Here’s an extra toothbrush.”
Tossing over an unopened package, he stepped into the bathroom and closed the door, leaving Urahara to do his own thing. When he came back out, he stopped in his tracks at seeing the man seated calmly on his bed, wearing an old pair of Isshin’s pyjamas. The lights were off.
Oh, right. He’s sleeping in my bed. …why did this not occur to me earlier?
“Um, right. So.”
Urahara stood and stepped softly over to him, trailing fingers over a pale cheek that was slowly turning pink.
“Now, now. No need to worry.” He smiled. “I promise not to do anything unwarranted. Besides, if you’re going to be moving in with me, you might want to get used to this.”
Ishida smiled back faintly and his eyes flickered to the hat that he had always seen on Urahara’s head. Tentatively, he reached out and lifted it off, fingers lingering to trail through the pale strands of hair. It was remarkably soft. His heart skipped a beat as he stared up at eyes free from shadow and glinting in the moonlight that streamed through his window. There was just so much emotion that could be read in them… and it was all directed at him.
Eyes closed as their lips met gently and the hat fell quietly to the ground. Ishida let out a soft gasp as Urahara’s mouth moved to his neck, hot over the pulse that raced there. Their mouths met again and he felt them move backward before tumbling onto the bed, breathless and flushed. He breathed heavily, watching as his shirt was pushed up slowly, his stomach tightening as a hand slid back over the exposed skin. The hand moved lower and lower and Ishida closed his eyes again as he felt fingers glide over his hip.
“…wait.”
He opened his eyes to see Urahara gazing at him questioningly.
“I… not yet. I’m not ready for that yet. I’m sorry, Kisuke.”
Urahara shook his head with a gentle smile, smoothing the boy’s shirt back down and pulling up the blankets. “No need to apologize, Uryuu. All in good time.”
Curling up on his side, Ishida sighed softly, comforted by the arm draping over his stomach as Urahara settled down. He smiled at the kiss pressed behind his ear and removed his glasses, placing them on the bedside table.
“Goodnight, Kisuke.”
“Goodnight, Uryuu. Sleep well.”
Grasping the arm wrapped around him, Ishida held the hand to his chest. Soon his eyes drifted closed, lulled to sleep by the warm breath on his neck.
A/N: Lawl. Sorry, no smut... yet. LOL XD And it is very hard to write Isshin not ALL LIKE THIS. Because he seems to always be talking in caps. XD
To Chapter 10
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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 You rock.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the genius KT. ♥
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8
The end of August passed by and September rolled in along with a new school year. Ichigo was entering the final year for his bachelor’s degree and often came into the studio laden with recently purchased books, complaining about their prices. He would sit by the window, sorting them into specific piles with that ever-present frown on his face. Sometimes, Ishida would see Rukia skip over to him with a newspaper in hand, jabbing enthusiastically with her finger at an ad, and they would speak quietly for a few moments.
One day, Rukia came bounding up the stairs with a bright grin on her face, followed soon after by Ichigo who looked rather pleased as well. Ishida blinked at them curiously as the small designer spun around once with her arms spread wide.
“We found an apartment!”
“Ah, congratulations, Kuchiki-san!” Ishida smiled as she skipped over, grabbing his hands and pulling him to his feet. She spun him around with her before releasing him back into his chair.
“Thank you, Ishida-san~”
Rukia paused to eye Ichigo who was still standing by the stairwell. She suddenly launched herself at him, causing him to stagger a little at the sudden weight attached to his back.
“What the hell?!”
“Oi! You’re too quiet! Aren’t you happy about this?”
“Gah!” The orange-haired boy tried to keep his balance and gripped the small arms draped around his neck. “Well, I’m sorry if I’m not as expressive as you are. Besides, you know I’m happy - I’m the one who found the place.”
“Hm. That is true.” Rukia slid off his back and rearranged her outfit. Spotting Orihime in the other room, she grinned and raced off. “Inoue-san~!”
“So where is the apartment located?” Ishida asked politely, rearranging his glasses.
“Eh, not too far from here.” Ichigo paused to point out the window. “Around two blocks south which is nice because then Rukia can just walk to work. It’s a pretty decent place.”
“That’s very convenient for Kuchiki-san.”
“Yeah. We’ll be moved in by the end of the month.” He glanced at the dark-haired boy. “What about you then?”
Ishida blinked. “Eh? What do you mean?”
“Well, I mean, when I move out of the house, you’re going to be left with my little sisters and my old man. I thought you might feel a bit awkward or something.” Ichigo smiled a little as he ran a hand through his spikes. “I’ll miss Yuzu and Karin but I definitely won’t miss waking up to a kick in the face. Although I guess I can’t be sure that Rukia won’t do that…”
“You’re right…”
“About Rukia?”
“No,” Ishida smirked at him, “but I won’t deny her capability of doing such a thing. What I meant was that you were right about it being awkward. You were my only real connection to your family - it wouldn’t be right for me to stay now. Perhaps I need to start looking for an apartment.”
He was still thinking about his situation when he met with Urahara for dinner. Ishida tried to pay attention to the conversation but eventually lapsed into silence as he wondered what he would do. A finger tapping him lightly on the nose brought him out of his thoughts and he blinked at the man across from him.
“Uryuu~ You’re being rather quiet,” Urahara noted with a gentle smile. “What’s on your mind?”
“Well, Kurosaki and Kuchiki-san found an apartment.”
“Did they? How wonderful! They must be happy about it.”
Ishida smiled with a nod. “They are.”
“That still doesn’t explain why you’re staring off into space.”
“Oh,” he murmured, flushing lightly, “It’s just that with Kurosaki moving out of the house, it would be a bit odd for me to still live there. And I do have a steady income now so I was considering going to look for an apartment somewhere.”
“Mm, I see.” Urahara gazed at him thoughtfully, a finger tracing the rim of his water glass slowly. “Uryuu, would you let me offer a suggestion?”
“Of course!”
“Why don’t you move in with me?”
Ishida dropped the fork he had been holding onto the plate with a clatter, blinking in surprise. “W-what?”
Move in with him?
“We’ve been together for over five months already and we like spending time together. What would be so wrong about it?” Urahara asked, a smile on his lips.
“N-nothing’s wrong, it’s just…” The young designer frowned a little. “I don’t know.”
Leaning forward, the older man reached out a hand to gently cup a flushed cheek. “Uryuu, I would be very glad if you came to live with me, but if it’s not something you want, that’s perfectly fine.”
“No, no, it’s not that. I think I would like that very much but… are you sure you want me to?”
“You silly boy! Of course I would~” Urahara grinned and pat his cheek affectionately. Ishida smiled in response and nodded a little.
“Okay then. I suppose I ought to let Kurosaki’s father know that I’ll be leaving too.”
~~~
“They’re all leaving me, Karin!” Isshin wailed. “Are you leaving me too?!”
“Unfortunately not. I’m stuck here for at least a few more years,” Karin muttered, poking at her food.
“So cruel to daddy! Yuzu, did you hear your sister?”
“Yes, father. But you have to admit that we won’t live at home forever,” Yuzu replied softly, filling a bowl with rice and putting it in front of him. “Eat your dinner.”
An expression of pure horror froze on Isshin’s face as he stared at his two daughters. “My family is betraying me!! My heart is filled with the pain of a thousand knives!”
Ishida and Ichigo exchanged similar glances before picking up their chopsticks. It became easier to ignore the doctor’s expressive behaviour the longer one lived in the house. Ishida could still remember his first dinner with the household - he was so shocked when Isshin tackled his son to floor in a headlock as they stepped into the kitchen. Now, he just considered himself lucky to have never received that sort of treatment.
“So you’re moving in with Urahara-san?” Ichigo asked through a mouthful of rice.
“Mm,” the young designer confirmed, smiling slightly. “It makes me a bit nervous but I’m looking forward to it.”
“Ishida!”
He jumped a little but managed to keep a hold of his chopsticks as he turned to look at Isshin. “Ah… yes?”
“I insist on meeting this man before you move in.” The doctor had stopped his crying from before and was now looking at him with an almost serious expression. “You’ve spent almost three years with us and I consider you like a part of the family. It wouldn’t do to have you running off with someone dangerous.”
“Oh, but I assure you he’s not-”
“No excuses! Invite him over for dinner tomorrow, if you like.”
And so that was how Ishida found himself leading Urahara up to the front door of the Kurosaki household the next evening. Placing a hand on the doorknob, he paused to glance back at the older man.
“I think I should warn you that Ichigo’s father can be very… enthusiastic.”
“Oh, I’m sure it’ll be fine, Uryuu,” Urahara said, leaning forward to kiss him on the cheek. Ishida merely sent him a faintly apologetic look before opening the door.
“Hello? Er, I’ve brought Urahara-san for dinner…”
They stood together - Ishida with some awkwardness, Urahara completely at ease - and watched the Kurosaki family members come out to greet them. Ichigo made his way down the stairs with a casual wave while his two sisters poked their heads out of the kitchen. Isshin’s head joined theirs a moment after.
“Why, hello, Isshin,” Urahara stated calmly, a wide grin spread across his face. Ishida blinked and stared at him speechlessly. …what.
“Kisuke! I thought I recognized the name but I had no idea that Ishida was talking about you. How long has it been?” Isshin laughed as he walked down the hallway.
“Not since college, so almost twenty years.”
“A long time… you do know what this means though, don’t you?”
“Hm?”
“I swore I would beat you in a drinking contest someday.”
Urahara’s grin grew even bigger, if possible, and a challenging glint flashed across his eyes. “Let’s see, shall we?”
~~~
“Hahaha, remember when we spray-painted all the doors on campus? Then we headed to that lovely little bar afterwards~” Urahara said loudly, head pillowed on one arm and the other attached to a cup of sake. Isshin shook his head unsteadily, swinging his empty sake cup around.
“No, no, no… you’ve got it all wrong, Kisuke. If I remember right, I got caught by security and you went to the bar.” He paused for a moment, squinting at his former classmate. “Hey~ You left me.”
“Did I?” Reaching out, Urahara slapped Isshin on the back. “I’m so sorry~”
“Bah, who cares. More sake! ”
Ichigo and Ishida sat watching the two men drink themselves into idiocy. It was rather astonishing, really. Yuzu and Karin had gone off to bed a little earlier, tired of watching them babble on about their college years.
The drinking contest had started the second all the dishes from dinner were cleared from the table. By this time, they had been drinking steadily for three hours. After a few more rounds, drinks were being splashed all over the table and floor and Isshin wavered in his seat. He opened his mouth to say something, only to abruptly crash face-first into the table.
“Heehee~ I win again!” Urahara giggled gleefully.
Sighing, Ichigo stood up and started to move his father to the couch. At a look from Ishida, he shrugged. “What? I’m not dragging him all the way upstairs. And you might want to take care of your boyfriend over there. He might as well stay here.”
Ishida turned to look at Urahara, who was still giggling madly into the tabletop, and couldn’t help but smile because, well, it was amusing. Walking over to him, he shook the man’s arm gently, taking the sake cup out of his hand and setting it down a safe distance away.
“Kisuke…” he called softly, helping the unsteady man to his feet. He braced himself against the heavy weight, grasping the arm that hung around his shoulder.
Urahara blinked at him blearily and grinned. “Hello, Uryuu~! You’re so pretty… I love you~”
The young designer blushed, hearing Ichigo snicker, and his steps faltered as he made his way up the stairs to his room.
“Where are we going? I need to drive home~”
“Oh, no. I think not. You’re staying here tonight,” Ishida replied, huffing as he pushed the door open. Neatly dumping Urahara on the bed, he moved to close his bedroom door with a tired sigh. He froze as arms slid around his stomach and blinked at the face beside his.
“Kisuke, wh-what are you doing?”
“Oh, nothing. So I’m staying with you tonight?” Urahara smiled and pressed a kiss to his neck.
“Stop it. You’re drunk.”
“Actually, no, I’m not. Not completely alcohol-free but definitely not drunk.”
“You’re - what?” Ishida frowned at him but then realized that he was oddly coherent compared to just a moment ago. His breath didn’t smell particularly strong either.
“How do you think I won against Isshin all those times in college?” Urahara chuckled. “All I had to do was make him think I took a drink and then just watch him drink himself into the table. Didn’t you notice me spilling quite a bit?”
Ishida thought about it and could remember noticing an awful lot of sake being splashed around. Cups being slammed down on the table so hard that the alcohol sloshed out of them and arms waving around wildly, sending the liquid splattering all around the kitchen.
“I admit I did drink the first few but to be honest, I was never a fan of getting drunk out of my mind. I prefer to stop before it reaches the point where you wake up with a splitting headache,” Urahara commented, slowly tugging the boy towards the bed. “Now, let’s head to bed.”
“Well, I’m glad you aren’t drunk,” Ishida pushed his arms away and grabbed his pyjamas with a small smile. “But I would prefer to at least brush and change before getting into bed. You can probably borrow a pair of pyjamas from the closet across the hall and use the bathroom beside it. Here’s an extra toothbrush.”
Tossing over an unopened package, he stepped into the bathroom and closed the door, leaving Urahara to do his own thing. When he came back out, he stopped in his tracks at seeing the man seated calmly on his bed, wearing an old pair of Isshin’s pyjamas. The lights were off.
Oh, right. He’s sleeping in my bed. …why did this not occur to me earlier?
“Um, right. So.”
Urahara stood and stepped softly over to him, trailing fingers over a pale cheek that was slowly turning pink.
“Now, now. No need to worry.” He smiled. “I promise not to do anything unwarranted. Besides, if you’re going to be moving in with me, you might want to get used to this.”
Ishida smiled back faintly and his eyes flickered to the hat that he had always seen on Urahara’s head. Tentatively, he reached out and lifted it off, fingers lingering to trail through the pale strands of hair. It was remarkably soft. His heart skipped a beat as he stared up at eyes free from shadow and glinting in the moonlight that streamed through his window. There was just so much emotion that could be read in them… and it was all directed at him.
Eyes closed as their lips met gently and the hat fell quietly to the ground. Ishida let out a soft gasp as Urahara’s mouth moved to his neck, hot over the pulse that raced there. Their mouths met again and he felt them move backward before tumbling onto the bed, breathless and flushed. He breathed heavily, watching as his shirt was pushed up slowly, his stomach tightening as a hand slid back over the exposed skin. The hand moved lower and lower and Ishida closed his eyes again as he felt fingers glide over his hip.
“…wait.”
He opened his eyes to see Urahara gazing at him questioningly.
“I… not yet. I’m not ready for that yet. I’m sorry, Kisuke.”
Urahara shook his head with a gentle smile, smoothing the boy’s shirt back down and pulling up the blankets. “No need to apologize, Uryuu. All in good time.”
Curling up on his side, Ishida sighed softly, comforted by the arm draping over his stomach as Urahara settled down. He smiled at the kiss pressed behind his ear and removed his glasses, placing them on the bedside table.
“Goodnight, Kisuke.”
“Goodnight, Uryuu. Sleep well.”
Grasping the arm wrapped around him, Ishida held the hand to his chest. Soon his eyes drifted closed, lulled to sleep by the warm breath on his neck.
A/N: Lawl. Sorry, no smut... yet. LOL XD And it is very hard to write Isshin not ALL LIKE THIS. Because he seems to always be talking in caps. XD
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