[Compile] Kisuke, Aizen, Yoruichi, Ururu
Yoruichi showed a small grin and looked down, remembering the unpleasant lock-down at the Karakura gathering. "That was a shame," she replied, and then continued to listen carefully to the conversation between the two men.
She wondered what the Captain of Division 5 could want to purchase from Kisuke. Granted, her friend nearly had anything and everything one could think of in his shop, but Yoruichi failed to imagine what kind of item, considering a Captain from Gotei 13 had just passed away a few hours ago. She almost grimaced at the thought but held her small smile as she followed inside.
"Permit me to join you in your chat," she commented in a nonchalant manner, stepping lightly to walk into the shop. "I need to get some words out of myself. Today is far too quiet."
"Indeed. Today is a rather unusual and solemn day for us all. A great woman has passed, and in her passing much is left uncertain. The question of who to fill her shoes is one we should begin to think of soon, but once we've all had the opportunity to mourn." Shaking his head Aizen, smiled genteelly, "Tea would be nice indeed. And yes I was a captain in those days, young and full of dreams as we all were when still green with youth and eager for change."
Stepping beyond the threshold, the male inhaled and entered with another amicable smile. "There is much to be said about the past, today seems like an opportune time to dwell in it."
Ururu stopped running just outside of the Urahara Shouten, taking a moment to catch her breath. She felt a little guilty for just running off on Kuukaku, especially when the older woman had been so concerned, but her need to be with Urahara outweighed her concern for the woman who was something of a mother to her.
And now she was here. Home. She could feel Urahara's reiatsu, and Yoruichi's too....as well as a strange man's. She frowned, wondering if he had anything to do with the bad thing that had happened to the shinigami.
Only one way to find out. Taking a deep breath, she walked back into the shop. "Kisuke-san?"
Turning at the sound of the timid voice, Kisuke smiled softly and glanced back to his two guests. "It sounds as if we'll actually have a fourth joining us for tea. This is good! This way we might be able to have cookies with our tea." Kisuke sighed, his mood a bit lighter than before. Tessai had hidden the cookies from him. Again. Ururu was really the only one who was ever able to find them in cases like this (did Tessai give her hints?). Really... of all the days Tessai could have hidden his cookies so he had no cookies to go with his sake or tea, why today?
Sliding open the door, he gestured the two in. "Make yourselves comfortable. I'll be right back." Padding off across the floor, his steps quieter than normal without his geta sandals on his feet clopping along, he returned to the shop. "Ururu?"
A fourth? It sounded like a child had joined them.
A was this one of the ones he'd heard were in Kisuke's care? Fascinating. He never put much stock in the man's ability to take care of anyone or anything that wasn't an experiment. Yet here he was caring for children. There were two correct or had his information been wrong.
Regardless, he would get to see this special girl. She did however sound a bit familiar and it took him a moment to place the voice. "Well this is certainly coincidence. I wonder who else from that career day debacle will be joining us."
"It would be easier to speak of the past if the weather conditions were gloomier," Yoruichi said to Aizen, and nodded at Kisuke's departure before stepping into the room. The place was unusually warm, but it was to be expected on a sunny day; she still resented the sunlight that happened to appear so prominently after a regrettable death.
She sat with her back to the wall, her form almost sinking like a heavy rock on water. To be honest, she was tired--tired of deaths, tired of battles, tired of confrontations and of everything else. The tragedy of Soul Society had come to get her, just as the last memory of Seireitei was fading in her mind.
"Hmm, no snacks for tea?" Yoruichi managed to inquire nonchalantly, motioning her hand for Aizen to take a seat.
Ururu perked upon hearing Urahara's voice. "Kisuke-san!!" She ran over to the older man's side, her hand instinctively reaching out to grab onto his coat.
"Have you already set up tea for your guests?" she babbled, feeling a bubble of nervous excitement. "Is there anything I can get for you?"
[ Previous Thread]
She wondered what the Captain of Division 5 could want to purchase from Kisuke. Granted, her friend nearly had anything and everything one could think of in his shop, but Yoruichi failed to imagine what kind of item, considering a Captain from Gotei 13 had just passed away a few hours ago. She almost grimaced at the thought but held her small smile as she followed inside.
"Permit me to join you in your chat," she commented in a nonchalant manner, stepping lightly to walk into the shop. "I need to get some words out of myself. Today is far too quiet."
"Indeed. Today is a rather unusual and solemn day for us all. A great woman has passed, and in her passing much is left uncertain. The question of who to fill her shoes is one we should begin to think of soon, but once we've all had the opportunity to mourn." Shaking his head Aizen, smiled genteelly, "Tea would be nice indeed. And yes I was a captain in those days, young and full of dreams as we all were when still green with youth and eager for change."
Stepping beyond the threshold, the male inhaled and entered with another amicable smile. "There is much to be said about the past, today seems like an opportune time to dwell in it."
Ururu stopped running just outside of the Urahara Shouten, taking a moment to catch her breath. She felt a little guilty for just running off on Kuukaku, especially when the older woman had been so concerned, but her need to be with Urahara outweighed her concern for the woman who was something of a mother to her.
And now she was here. Home. She could feel Urahara's reiatsu, and Yoruichi's too....as well as a strange man's. She frowned, wondering if he had anything to do with the bad thing that had happened to the shinigami.
Only one way to find out. Taking a deep breath, she walked back into the shop. "Kisuke-san?"
Turning at the sound of the timid voice, Kisuke smiled softly and glanced back to his two guests. "It sounds as if we'll actually have a fourth joining us for tea. This is good! This way we might be able to have cookies with our tea." Kisuke sighed, his mood a bit lighter than before. Tessai had hidden the cookies from him. Again. Ururu was really the only one who was ever able to find them in cases like this (did Tessai give her hints?). Really... of all the days Tessai could have hidden his cookies so he had no cookies to go with his sake or tea, why today?
Sliding open the door, he gestured the two in. "Make yourselves comfortable. I'll be right back." Padding off across the floor, his steps quieter than normal without his geta sandals on his feet clopping along, he returned to the shop. "Ururu?"
A fourth? It sounded like a child had joined them.
A was this one of the ones he'd heard were in Kisuke's care? Fascinating. He never put much stock in the man's ability to take care of anyone or anything that wasn't an experiment. Yet here he was caring for children. There were two correct or had his information been wrong.
Regardless, he would get to see this special girl. She did however sound a bit familiar and it took him a moment to place the voice. "Well this is certainly coincidence. I wonder who else from that career day debacle will be joining us."
"It would be easier to speak of the past if the weather conditions were gloomier," Yoruichi said to Aizen, and nodded at Kisuke's departure before stepping into the room. The place was unusually warm, but it was to be expected on a sunny day; she still resented the sunlight that happened to appear so prominently after a regrettable death.
She sat with her back to the wall, her form almost sinking like a heavy rock on water. To be honest, she was tired--tired of deaths, tired of battles, tired of confrontations and of everything else. The tragedy of Soul Society had come to get her, just as the last memory of Seireitei was fading in her mind.
"Hmm, no snacks for tea?" Yoruichi managed to inquire nonchalantly, motioning her hand for Aizen to take a seat.
Ururu perked upon hearing Urahara's voice. "Kisuke-san!!" She ran over to the older man's side, her hand instinctively reaching out to grab onto his coat.
"Have you already set up tea for your guests?" she babbled, feeling a bubble of nervous excitement. "Is there anything I can get for you?"
[ Previous Thread]