~Urahara Kisuke||Tea and Fan Time||One Shot~

Kisuke Urahara...now that's a name to remember.
I just stood, watching the Soul Reaper standing in the front of his shop, 'Urahara Shop.' I didn't know how this outré man caught my eye. Perhaps it was his cryptic apearence or his acrid and humane behavior. What ever it was, it pulled me in, something that rarely happened. He was fanning himself, his smirk plastered onto his face. The way he hid his face behind his fan and peeked out from between the fan and his hat I must say is genuinely adoriable. I couldn't help but smile when he did so. He looked towards my direction and smiled his breath taking smile. I sighed at disapointment because of the fact that he wasn't smiling at me. Instead he was smiling at the one and only Kurosaki Ichigo, the one he was training at the moment. I turned around to face the orange haired Soul Reaper.
"Hello Ichigo," I greeted, smiling at the said boy. "Hey Mrs. Hat-and-Clogs." he said, smirking at me. I gave him a irritated look. The fact was that Ichigo once piqued me with that nickname of his. Notice that I used the word 'once.' "Hey, Mr. Hat-and-Clogs I'm here!" Ichigo called, walking up to Urahara. They talked, not for too long, then went to the training grounds. I just sighed, feeling lonely and left out. I walked in side and went in front of the counter, staring at my zanpakutō. It wasdifferent from most zanpakutō because it wasn't a katana or a blade. It was a fan, a very large fan, specifically six feet tall. Elegant black flower and ivy designs pivoted and extended threw out the entire fan. It was named Ichijin (a gust of wind). The sound of patting and scurrying broke my concentration. "Hello Yoruichi." I instantly greeted. A black cat jumps onto the counter and sits near my shoulder, looking at my fan as well. "Why don't you train with Ichigi andKisuke?" she asks me. I smile lightly to myself and tilt my head towards her, my green eyes flashing slightly behind myshoulder length blonde hair. "Because Ihaven't fought in years, besides I mightjust be aburden."
"You won't know until you try." she states, looking back at me. I sigh, looking ahead. "It took me a while to findout." she said again."Find out what?" I ask. "That you like him. It's hard reading your faceUchiwa. its always has been. You're very well at hiding your feelings." she replies, changing into a more genial position.I laugh slightly to myself, staring back ahead. "Is it now? I never knew that." I reply. "So how long have you liked him?"Yoruichi asks, eagerness in hervoice. Luckily I caught her trick. "Why?" I asked, taking out a bottle of milk and pouring it into aplate, placing it next to her. She seems to ignore it. "Just curious."This made me smile. "Curiosity killed the cat, Yoruichi. I know you want to tell him. Just to let you know your little dating gamesdon't always end as you intend them to." With that I walked out ontothe porch outside, Yoruichi fallowing behind me. She jumps onto the wooden ledge as I lean onto it.
It remained silent, just how we enjoyed it, until Ichigo bursts from the front door to the dirt road. "I hate Hat-and-Clogs!" he exclaims, stopingin the middle of the dirt road. "Hn?" I ask, looking at the youngSoul Reaper turn red from frustration. Urahara walks out from the shops front doors, looking out at Ichigo. "What do you mean?" Yoruichi asks. "THAT FREAKING OLD MAN IS JUST MESSING WITH ME! HE ISN'T HELPING ME AT ALL! HOW'S SOMEONE AS OLD AS HIM SUPPOSE TO HELP ME ANYWAYS?!" he yells, pointing a finger rudely at Urahara. This slightly ticked me off. To behonest, I was older than Urahara. "He's not...that old....." I said, tryingnot to yell. "Yes he is! He's an old pervert that just fans himself and drinks tea!" he yells again.Now you felt old. You sigh, walking into the shop with your head down. "Nice one you baka."you heard Yoruichi said. "Nani?!" Ichigo yells. "She's older than Urahara! Now you made her feel old!"she yells back at him. "What?!" he asks.
"Uchiwa-Chan?" Urahara asks. I looked up at him suprised, I really didn't notice him enter. "Yes Kisuke-Kun?" I reply. He just leans on the counter looking into my eyes. I notice that he wasn't smiling, and his eyes showed concern. "Don't make what Ichigo said bring you down. You don't look old at all." he said, smiling again. I smile back, but faintly. He tugs onto the sleeve of my orange kimono and looks at me. "Hey, you're still down." he states, poking my foehead. Now my smile widdened, how I loved it when he touched me. "Silly me." I reply, Urahara's smiling brightening. He lets go, grabbing his fan and fanning himself. "Now, how to get that Ichigo boy to be in the fighting mood again..." he thinks to himself.
'Yes Uchiwa, how?' my zanpakutō called out. I smiled, "Let me take care of it Kisuke." I walk out from behind the counter, taking my zanpakutō and going towards the front. Urahara looked at me astonished in a way. No one has ever seen me fight in a long time. "Geibo-i! (gay boy)" I called, taunting the orange haired youngster. "Nani?! What was that for!" he yelled. I quickly open my six foot fan, its increadible size streatching my arms out. "For mocking old people." I reply, smiling at him. "So, you say old people can't train you?" I ask. In an instant he nods, and with that I swing my fan very lightly, a force of atleast five tons flying towards Ichigo and pushing him back threw a wall. "...oops...." I said, being both a mock and making a mistake. Ichigo gets up, wobily. "You will pay for that!" he yells, flash stepping towards me. "You know Ichigo all you have to say is sorry to Urahara." I said, blocking his attack with the wooden end of my fan. The blade of his zanpakutō not being able to break it.
"Like I'd say that." he says, making another attack. As I speculated, we fought for a good two hours. I kept blocking his attacks and blowing him back, but he kept coming. "Are we done yet love?" I asked at the panting youngster. He replied by running at me and trusting his zanpakutō towards my face. I back my face up a meer millimeter and dodged it. "Are you sure?" I ask. He just thrusts again. "...alright if thats what you want sweetheart." I say, jumping back and raising the fan up. "...breathe Ichijin." I commanded, my zanpakutō imediatly going into shikai. The wooden ends and strands glued to the paper become metallic, making the fan heavier but stronger. I swing it, "Evanesce Spears." Dozens of spears and knives made from the air lunge towards Ichigo. He stares wide eyed. "...GOMENNASAI!" he yells, the knives disapearing before hitting him. "Good boy." I stated, walking back towards Urahara. "He's all yours." Urahara smiles at me, and with that I walked back into the shop awaiting the up coming customers.
||Night||
Sleeping was impossible at the moment. The crickets, I loved how they sounded, but they were being especially noisey tonight. I stood up from my soft bed and walked out. I wore a fitting white tank top and green shorts, that go above to were my fingers reached when near my sides. My hair was tied back, away from my green eyes. Passing Yoruichi's room, I notice Urahara's room wide open. I walk towards it, seeing it was vacant. Then it hit me, "Tea Time." I walked over to the back room and saw Urahara sitting on the floor, a tear kettle and two cups next to him. "Hello Uchiwa-Chan!" he greets merrily, fanning himself wildly as always. "Hello Kisuke-Kun. Tea Time i see." I said. "May I?"
"Of course Uchiwa." he said. I sit down next to Urahara, he instantly pours me a cup of warm tea. "Why up so late?" he asks, handing the cup to me. I taking it, taking a sip. "Lets just say it was noisey." I took a sip again, feeling Urahara's eyes gazing at me. He continued to stare at me as I drank my tea. "Is there something wrong Urahara-Kun?" I asked. He just smiles, turning his head. "No."
We sat in silence together, drinking tea. Ocationally Urahara would hand himself or pour himself more tea. Usually people thought silence was odd, but since it was with Urahara, I loved every minute of it. "Uchiwa-hime, is there something you would like to tell me?" he asks, my eyes widen when he called me hime. "What? No why?" I ask, not getting the picture. His eyes slightly drop and his smile shrinks ever so faintly. "No reason..." he says, saddeness in his tone. Finally, I get the picture. "...well..there is....one thing." I said. His face lights up with joy and he looks up at me. "Kisuke...I....." I trail off. It was odd, I was an old mature woman that was blushing in front of a man. Most woman my age didn't do that, at least I thought they didn't do it. Not knowing how to put it in words, I place my tea down onto the floor. I remove the tea and fan from his hands and place them onto the floor as well. Finally I take off his bucket hat and get off of my pillow, placing it on it. Urahara looks at me confused for a second, which only made me smile. I slowly cup his face in my hands, pulling it towards mines and kissing his soft, tea flavored lips. Without hesitation he kisses me back, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me onto his lap, embracing me until I became lostwithinhis warm body. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and tasted every inch of it, including my own tongue. We continued doing so, enjoying every moment of it. "Finally!" I heard Yoruichi whispered from the door way, peeking threw the crack in the door (she wasn't in her cat form btw). Me and Kisuke just smiled into the kiss, not daring to break it.
Afterwards me and Kisuke had tea time every night, and Yoruichi happily learned not to barge in at nights and during tea and fan time...