Chapter 49

Day 2

1. Get him to wash your hair.

2. Get him to cook for you.

3. Get him to buy you something expensive.

4. Get him to help you with your paperwork.

Yoruichi scanned the list she'd been given for the thousandth time, making a mental note to sneak into Kukaku's house and take a shit on her bed… her and Rangiku's both. They really fucked her good. Especially with the paperwork requirement. Getting Shunsui to do his own paperwork was damn near impossible. She'd have to save that one for last.

A smart man wouldn't readily do any of these things for a woman who didn't mean at least something to them. Now someone like Ichigo, or even Renji, could easily be suckered with a little flirting, but Kyoraku was an experienced man who would not be easily tricked. Sure, she and the Eighth Squad captain were good friends but…

The buxom beauty sighed, shoving the paper into her pocked as she entered the captain's assembly hall. 'Another pointless meeting,' she thought as she quickly scanned the room. It seemed everyone was there but Kisuke. 'Typical.'

Yamamoto took a seat at the head of the table and motioned for everyone to do the same. Just then Kisuke dashed in with an apologetic grin on his face. Yoruichi rolled her eyes as she plopped down beside a very grim Byakuya. He regarded her coldly before focusing his attention on their Commander-in-Chief.

"This seat taken?" a smooth baritone voice asked from behind her.

She whirled around and was met with a friendly smile. Shunsui pulled the chair out and settled in beside her. 'Damn Ran and Kaku,' she seethed silently.

The Head Captain began the first order of business and Yoruichi tried her best to pay attention. These days their meetings were almost always pointless. Hollows were scarce and there was nothing to report, but Yamamoto would rather die than not follow protocol. Yoruichi's eyes had just begun to glaze over when she felt Shunsui drape his arm over the back of her chair. She glanced back at him with a bored expression and he shot her a wink as he pulled a small saké jug out of his haori.

Yoruichi gawked. Only Shunsui would dare bring alcohol to a meeting. Inconspicuously, she peeked back towards the Head Captain. Either he was unaware of his student's treachery or he simply didn't care. There was no way to be sure. Yoruichi could barely tell if his eyes were open most of the time. Turning back to the gallant louse she hungrily eyed his bottle. She knew it was the good stuff because that's all he ever drank.

Just then a balled up piece of paper landed between the two of them. Yoruichi's head shot up as Shunsui quickly snatched up the paper. Kisuke was glaring at them from across the table.

"Captain Urahara, are you a child of three, or a Captain of the Thirteen Court Guard Squads?" Yamamoto's gravelly voice startled the three misbehaving captains.

Urahara's head shot around. "Uhh, both I suppose," he answered with a sheepish smile. The old man sighed in annoyance, but said nothing. The smile dropped from the scientist's face. "Please don't burn me to ash. I have plans later."

Yoruichi had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing as Byakuya stared at Kisuke in disgust. The Captain-Commander grunted and resumed the meeting, sparing her best friend's life.

The rustling of the paper as Shunsui unfolded it was as loud as gunshots in the respectfully silent assembly hall. It read 'Share or Die' in big letters. Shunsui smirked, then looked to his friend and shrugged. Getting the bottle to him across the table without drawing Yamamoto's attention would be impossible. Yoruichi grabbed the small jug from Kyoraku's hand and, with a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure no one was watching, took a rather sizable gulp.

"Whoa, save some for me," the flamboyant man at her side whispered.

"Sorry," she mouthed.

Within minutes the two of them had drained the contents of the bottle, ignoring the dirty looks they received from Kisuke. It wasn't enough to get Yoruichi drunk, but unfortunately enough to make her annoyingly horny. Across the table, her best friend recognized the look in her slightly glazed-over eyes and smirked. He knew that look well, and it only meant one of two things. Either she'd be coming to see him later or some poor sap was in for one hell of a night. There was no telling how long the meeting would last and Yoruichi was anything but patient when she was in one of her moods.

It was hard for most people to understand his and Yoruichi's relationship (or lack thereof). He supposed if they were normal people they'd have gotten married long ago… maybe even had some kids. But they weren't normal… especially him. There was no doubt they loved each other. In fact there wasn't anyone he loved more. He simply accepted the fact that she was who she was and he suspected it was the same for her. Smiling to himself he watched as his best friend began to fidget, no longer able to sit still. Forgetting all about the saké, Urahara sat back in his chair and prepared to enjoy the show.

Yoruichi was coming to realize that a captain's conclave was the very last place a person should ever drink. She studied all the faces of her colleagues as they pretended to pay attention to whatever was being said. Her eyes rolled in irritation, and that's when she saw it, Kisuke's knowing smirk across the table. It made her want to smack it right off his smartass face.

"Something wrong?"

Shunsui's warm breath caressed Yoruichi's ear, making her shiver involuntarily. She snapped her head around in irritation as he raised a questioning brow. Glaring at him, she crossed her legs in an attempt to control the throbbing between her thighs. He really was ridiculously good-looking. Not that she'd never noticed it before, but alcohol always heightened her senses. At least as far as men were concerned.

"You look like you could use a little more." Kyoraku reached inside of his robe to produce a brand-new bottle, shaking it temptingly in her face.

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