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Fandom: Bleach AU Scorched
Characters: Kisuke Urahara Juushirou Ukitake
Rating: PG
Summary: What happened after the infamous strip club incident.
Light.
A lot of it.
Kisuke's brow knits together and turns his head away from it and into the pillow. You see the light hurts his eyes (stabbing, shooting pain straight into his brain) and Urahara has never been a fan of pain. No, it's certainly better when the pillow blocks out most of the light. With a deep, relieved sigh, Kisuke ignores the pounding in his brain (Note to self: Re-evaluate sake tolerance) and settles back in the warm bed and comfortable covers with the full intention of sleeping the morning away.
There's an annoying buzz of something that just isn't quite right though; a notion that all is not what it should be. He cannot quite pinpoint the cause which is even more annoying because the blonde man knows he won't be able to go back to sleep until the he solves the mystery. With a muffled noise, Kisuke forces his mind back into some functionality only to realize immediately that at least one source of his confusion is the fact that his head is moving.
Upon the heels of why is my pillow moving? comes is that a hand?. A hand perilously close to his rear. His fingers twitched, life stirring in them enough for Urahara to realize that indeed he's wrapped fully around someone not a pillow. (He also realizes, thankfully, that he's dressed because he does not remember going home with any one last night.) Last night - right he should really try to remember what happened, right now.
Cautiously the ex-Captain cracks open an eye - stabbing, agony, pain, owwww - only to shut it again immediately when even that tiny bit of life sears his retina. It takes a lot to stifle his groan which might wake his unknown bed partner. Urahara opts to press his face further into the warm chest in front of him and just go back to sleep. He'll deal with consequences later when there aren't little hollows hammering away at his brain with ceros.
Wait.
Processing what little he'd seen upon Bad Eye Opening.
Hair - white hair and he was with Juu -
Oh shit -
Kisuke's eyes fly open and he manages to not scream when evil sunlight bursts through his brain with pure unfiltered agony. It takes a moment for his vision to clear and for him to breathe normally against the unsatisfactory increase in his momentous headache.
Yep. That's Ukitake Juushirou snuggled on his pillow (hey it explains why he's using Ukitake as his) with a serene look on his face. Uh - that means that's also Ukitake's hand right above his ass. Lips twitching but now shock turns to amusement and Kisuke lets out a small sigh of relief, and sleep starts to sound better all over again as his eyes drift drift shut -
- only to fly open again (another horrible idea).
Wait, that's not my pillow. In fact Urahara knows that the pillow in question belongs to one Kuchiki Byakuya. The only reason Urahara knows this to be true is because the pillow case is the same one that got mixed up with Ishida's purple sheets, leaving the entire hotel to deal with the wrath of Displeased Kuchiki.
PANIC!!! After the Forge incident he's pretty sure Kuchiki will kill him for this. Although in all fairness the sun rising with Urahara's presence still in Anatole probably qualifies for Kuchiki as a reason to kill Kisuke. Still, it's bad enough that he's in here, worse that Ukitake is snuggled blissfully in Byakuya's bed with him. Once again Urahara finds him so very grateful that they're both dressed even if the position they're in would be sure to waggle a few tongues if discovered.
He doesn't intend for that to happen. Despite his hangover and headache, it does not take Urahara long to come up with a simple plan that has two goals: spare Ukitake further embarrassment and get the hell out of Kuchiki's room.
Step one of this plan - stand up - isn't quite so easy because every time he moves his current snuggle bunny makes an irritated noise and pulls him closer. Yep that's a hand right on my ass now. However, enough careful shifting, a little wiggling and finally Kisuke knows freedom. Unfortunately freedom sends his stomach rolling and his head spinning upon standing.
Do not vomit on the floor. DO NO vomit on the floor. The Hollows in his head have now taken up line dancing with spiked shoes, but somehow Urahara manages to sling Ukitake over his shoulders and get the window open. Yes using reishi is a risk at this point but so is going out the door. There is simply no explanation for him coming out of Kuchiki's room with Ukitake slung like a sack of wheat over his shoulders.
With his hat in between his teeth, Kisuke gets through the open window without sending himself and his package tumbling to the ground. Small victory, but right now, he'll take it but WHY is it so damn cold outside? Suppressing a whine, Urahara closes the window with one sandal and careful makes his way around the outside of the building.
Thankfully after working on the faulty wiring, he knows the layout like the back of his hand. Unfortunately just about the time he gets to Ukitake's room, and almost gets the door open, Nanao bursts in. Squelching a scream, Kisuke nearly looses his grip on the Captain and just barely manages to press them both flat against the building wall before Nanao - carrying too many books and defying gravity as a result walks past the window.
The woman loiters forever.
What could she possible be doing in there? Another wave of vertigo damn near makes him dry heave and does bring pained tears (TEARS!!!) to his eyes. Swallowing past the knot in his throat formed by his racing heart, Kisuke watches Nanao putter around before leaving and closing the door behind her.
Thank Reiou.
Window open, shinigami inside, window closed, Ukitake falling towards the bed as Kisuke leans over to dump him there. With his head planted on the mattress next to Ukitake, the shopkeep takes just a moment to collect himself.
Standing, hand in his haori, hand pulling him down, Wide-Eyed look, still sleeping Ukitake. With his head once again planted on Ukitake's chest, Urahara takes a few to relieve the last thirty seconds of his life to figure out just how he once again ended up in bed with the Captain of the Twelfth. Normally he thinks much quicker, but the hollows have now formed a chorus line and all he wants to do is sleep. Back to the problem at hand, smart boy.
Oh right, the still sleeping Captain had pulled him into bed with him (again), and now has Kisuke snuggled up and wrapped up and even if he still smells faintly of sake, Ukitake is warm, comfortable, and Kisuke yawns.
Not like I can go anywhere until he lets go anyway.
He fights sleep, really he tries valiantly to not close his eyes. However Ukitake shifts just so and while there isn't a hand on his butt, the Captain's heartbeat and even breathes are so very, very soothing. Even the dancing hollows in his head lay down and nap.
Fandom: Bleach AU Scorched
Characters: Kisuke Urahara Juushirou Ukitake
Rating: PG
Summary: What happened after the infamous strip club incident.
Light.
A lot of it.
Kisuke's brow knits together and turns his head away from it and into the pillow. You see the light hurts his eyes (stabbing, shooting pain straight into his brain) and Urahara has never been a fan of pain. No, it's certainly better when the pillow blocks out most of the light. With a deep, relieved sigh, Kisuke ignores the pounding in his brain (Note to self: Re-evaluate sake tolerance) and settles back in the warm bed and comfortable covers with the full intention of sleeping the morning away.
There's an annoying buzz of something that just isn't quite right though; a notion that all is not what it should be. He cannot quite pinpoint the cause which is even more annoying because the blonde man knows he won't be able to go back to sleep until the he solves the mystery. With a muffled noise, Kisuke forces his mind back into some functionality only to realize immediately that at least one source of his confusion is the fact that his head is moving.
Upon the heels of why is my pillow moving? comes is that a hand?. A hand perilously close to his rear. His fingers twitched, life stirring in them enough for Urahara to realize that indeed he's wrapped fully around someone not a pillow. (He also realizes, thankfully, that he's dressed because he does not remember going home with any one last night.) Last night - right he should really try to remember what happened, right now.
Cautiously the ex-Captain cracks open an eye - stabbing, agony, pain, owwww - only to shut it again immediately when even that tiny bit of life sears his retina. It takes a lot to stifle his groan which might wake his unknown bed partner. Urahara opts to press his face further into the warm chest in front of him and just go back to sleep. He'll deal with consequences later when there aren't little hollows hammering away at his brain with ceros.
Wait.
Processing what little he'd seen upon Bad Eye Opening.
Hair - white hair and he was with Juu -
Oh shit -
Kisuke's eyes fly open and he manages to not scream when evil sunlight bursts through his brain with pure unfiltered agony. It takes a moment for his vision to clear and for him to breathe normally against the unsatisfactory increase in his momentous headache.
Yep. That's Ukitake Juushirou snuggled on his pillow (hey it explains why he's using Ukitake as his) with a serene look on his face. Uh - that means that's also Ukitake's hand right above his ass. Lips twitching but now shock turns to amusement and Kisuke lets out a small sigh of relief, and sleep starts to sound better all over again as his eyes drift drift shut -
- only to fly open again (another horrible idea).
Wait, that's not my pillow. In fact Urahara knows that the pillow in question belongs to one Kuchiki Byakuya. The only reason Urahara knows this to be true is because the pillow case is the same one that got mixed up with Ishida's purple sheets, leaving the entire hotel to deal with the wrath of Displeased Kuchiki.
PANIC!!! After the Forge incident he's pretty sure Kuchiki will kill him for this. Although in all fairness the sun rising with Urahara's presence still in Anatole probably qualifies for Kuchiki as a reason to kill Kisuke. Still, it's bad enough that he's in here, worse that Ukitake is snuggled blissfully in Byakuya's bed with him. Once again Urahara finds him so very grateful that they're both dressed even if the position they're in would be sure to waggle a few tongues if discovered.
He doesn't intend for that to happen. Despite his hangover and headache, it does not take Urahara long to come up with a simple plan that has two goals: spare Ukitake further embarrassment and get the hell out of Kuchiki's room.
Step one of this plan - stand up - isn't quite so easy because every time he moves his current snuggle bunny makes an irritated noise and pulls him closer. Yep that's a hand right on my ass now. However, enough careful shifting, a little wiggling and finally Kisuke knows freedom. Unfortunately freedom sends his stomach rolling and his head spinning upon standing.
Do not vomit on the floor. DO NO vomit on the floor. The Hollows in his head have now taken up line dancing with spiked shoes, but somehow Urahara manages to sling Ukitake over his shoulders and get the window open. Yes using reishi is a risk at this point but so is going out the door. There is simply no explanation for him coming out of Kuchiki's room with Ukitake slung like a sack of wheat over his shoulders.
With his hat in between his teeth, Kisuke gets through the open window without sending himself and his package tumbling to the ground. Small victory, but right now, he'll take it but WHY is it so damn cold outside? Suppressing a whine, Urahara closes the window with one sandal and careful makes his way around the outside of the building.
Thankfully after working on the faulty wiring, he knows the layout like the back of his hand. Unfortunately just about the time he gets to Ukitake's room, and almost gets the door open, Nanao bursts in. Squelching a scream, Kisuke nearly looses his grip on the Captain and just barely manages to press them both flat against the building wall before Nanao - carrying too many books and defying gravity as a result walks past the window.
The woman loiters forever.
What could she possible be doing in there? Another wave of vertigo damn near makes him dry heave and does bring pained tears (TEARS!!!) to his eyes. Swallowing past the knot in his throat formed by his racing heart, Kisuke watches Nanao putter around before leaving and closing the door behind her.
Thank Reiou.
Window open, shinigami inside, window closed, Ukitake falling towards the bed as Kisuke leans over to dump him there. With his head planted on the mattress next to Ukitake, the shopkeep takes just a moment to collect himself.
Standing, hand in his haori, hand pulling him down, Wide-Eyed look, still sleeping Ukitake. With his head once again planted on Ukitake's chest, Urahara takes a few to relieve the last thirty seconds of his life to figure out just how he once again ended up in bed with the Captain of the Twelfth. Normally he thinks much quicker, but the hollows have now formed a chorus line and all he wants to do is sleep. Back to the problem at hand, smart boy.
Oh right, the still sleeping Captain had pulled him into bed with him (again), and now has Kisuke snuggled up and wrapped up and even if he still smells faintly of sake, Ukitake is warm, comfortable, and Kisuke yawns.
Not like I can go anywhere until he lets go anyway.
He fights sleep, really he tries valiantly to not close his eyes. However Ukitake shifts just so and while there isn't a hand on his butt, the Captain's heartbeat and even breathes are so very, very soothing. Even the dancing hollows in his head lay down and nap.