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Shinigami Women's Secret Society	By : KelliDenise Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 26430 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
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Thanks to everyone who's been reading. Yoruichi and Rangiku love you.
Bandgirlz: You're a sick person. Wanting poor Orihime to lose her virginity to Kenpachi. He'd break her in half. I LOVE IT!!! *sinister laugh*
Codry: THANK YOU!!! *grins like an idiot* I'm glad people like the idea. Sometimes i tend to have a slightly warped sense of humor. It's nice to know i wasn't born crazy for nothing.
Chapter 3: Etiquette
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Rangiku stood in front of the group, waiting for everyone to settle down. She was very pleased with how the first week had gone. With Sui Feng being the first to go she had definitely had her doubts, but everything seemed to work out. The mission had actually seemed to loosen Sui Feng up, much to Yoruichi's pleasure. She laughed to herself thinking of poor Lieutenant Cifer.
"Ok listen up everyone, Kukaku is next, so settle down so she can come up and pick a name."
Rangiku looked around the room and couldn't help but feel pround. Not a single hand was empty…her baby drunks. She smiled as Kukaku came to stand in front of her with an impatient look. Yoruichi walked over with the small chest in hand shaking it slightly to mix up the names.
"If this isn't someone good, someone's gonna die." Kukaku reached her hand into the chest grabbing the first paper her fingers touched. As soon as she saw the name on the paper she threw the paper at Yoruichi's face. "I hate you," she said as she went back to her seat. All eyes went to Yoruichi as she picked up the small sheet of paper and read the name to herself. There was a moment of total silence as everyone waited to hear the name that was drawn. It was soon broken by Yoruichi's loud cackle.
"Yumichika," she finally said aloud continuing to laugh.
Kukaku just sat and glared around the room. She dared anyone else to laugh.
Week 2: Kukaku Shiba & Yumichika Ayasegawa
Mission: Etiquette – Yumichika's Charm School
Day1
The busty Shiba woman woke up still pissed about her mission. Rangiku and Yoruichi thought they were so funny. She'd definitely deal with them later. Bitches! Of all the men she could have picked it would be the one who didn't even like women. She punched the wall, wishing it was someone's face, as her dreams of getting laid faded into oblivion.
"Well there's only one thing a person can do in this situation," she said to herself. She stretched, reaching her hands far above her head, before sitting back on her bed deciding to do exactly that. Nothing.
Day 2
Kukaku thought about getting started on her mission…but then didn't. Procrastination ensued.
Day 3
"Fucking Yumichika," she said shaking her head. Kukaku had spent all day doing nothing and thinking about a certain eleventh division member. She wondered how he even got into the blood thirsty, battle loving division. Now Kenpachi…that's who she should have got. Growing quite irritated with her situation she stormed out of her house. She needed to hit someone, and she knew exactly where to go to do it.
When she arrived at the eleventh squad barracks she was met by their annoying pink haired Lieutenant who seemed to come from nowhere.
"Hi boobies number 2. You here to see Kenny?" she asked as she jumped on Kukaku's back. Kukaku grunted as the young girl grabbed her around the neck. Yuchiru didn't seem to realize that she wasn't as small as she used to be.
"So I'm boobies now huh? Last time I was bandage lady. Who's number one?"
"Who do you think? Rangiku! But, now that I think about it maybe you should be number three because Nel's got some pretty big boobies too…oh and cat lady" the tiny Lieutenant said.
Kukaku laughed as she began walking with Yachiru on her back. "I don't need to see Kenny if Grimmjow or Ikkaku is around."
"I'll find them," Yachiru yelled jumping from the Shiba woman's back and disappearing almost as quickly as she appeared.
She decided the logical place to look was the training grounds. Trying to keep her mind off what she would inevitably have to do before the week was over. She walked briskly towards her destination and the growing reiatsu of Ikkaku and Grimjow. She smiled to herself knowing she could always count on those two for a good fight and they weren't bad to look at either. She'd have to make sure to shred their clothes if they weren't torn to bits already. 'Maybe today won't be so shitty after all'.
There was a large crowd around the sparing men so Kukaku just shoved her way through, giving anyone who dared open their mouth a fist to the face. She'd barely gotten a chance to admire the former sixth Espada's demented yet sexy grin when she spotted something that made her stomach churn. Yumichika Ayasegawa. Not only was he not watching a great fight, but he held a mirror in his hand and was…primping? This was totally unacceptable. She couldn't let this go on, it was blasphemy. She stormed through the crowd, pushing whoever was stupid enough not to get out of the way, until she reached the fifth seat of the eleventh squad. She watched him with disgust. He didn't even notice she was there. Suppressing the growing urge to kick his ass she yelled, "Just what the hell do you think you're doing?"
Yumichika made one last pose in his mirror before turning to Kukaku with a slightly irritated look. "What do you want, you savage woman?"
Kukaku's eye twitched before she took the mirror from him and threw it on the ground, breaking it into tiny pieces. He looked at her thoughtfully before shrugging and producing a mirror from inside his robe, identical to the one she just destroyed. "It's called voguing."
Her eye twitched again before she stormed off, forgetting all about the fight, leaving Yumichika behind to start on his eyelash batting exercises.
Day 4
Kukaku practiced the fine art of procrastination. Soon she would be as good at it as Byakuya was at being an asshole.
Day 5
Kukaku was supposed to meet up with her three drinking partners tonight, but knew they would give her shit when she told them she hadn't done a damn thing pertaining to her mission. The need to drink was stronger than her desire to avoid being teased by Yoruichi, so she left to meet them at their favorite bar.
When she arrived, Yoruichi and Nel were already there and before she could even get comfortable Yoruichi started.
"So…how's the mission going?" She smirked slightly.
"Don't start with me you damned cat," Kukaku said, giving the Captain a look that would make anyone else shit their pants.
Nel giggled as she picked up her drink, avoiding eye contact with the seething Kukaku.
"Is something funny Neliel?"
Nel's head snapped up to meet Kukaku's glare. "Nope. Zero laughter over here."
"Hey, don't threaten my Lieutenant just 'cause you got screwed…oh wait. I guess you didn't or you wouldn't be in such a bitchy mood," Yoruichi said snidely. "So I guess it's safe to say you haven't even thought about starting your mission."
Kukaku rolled her eyes and as she always did, reached for the sake and drank straight from the bottle. "Look who I found on the way over," a voice said from behind her. She turned to see a smiling Rangiku accompanied by Grimmjow, Ikkaku and Renji.
"Join us," Yoruichi offered, gesturing for them to sit.
"Thanks, we'll stay at least until—." Renji's reply was cut off by someone interrupting from behind.
I'm here," the new attendee stated.
She knew that voice anywhere. He could easily be mistaken for a woman. His voice lacked even the faintest amount of bass; and what probably irked her the most was the fact that he was prettier than her. Not that she cared about her looks or what anyone else thought about them, but it was just…wrong. She turned slowly and saw Yumichika damn near sauntering towards the group. For no other reason than pure insanity and sexual frustration, she turned and punched the table, totally destroying it and sending pieces of wood flying everywhere.
"Shit Kaku. What the hell?" Yoruichi yelled. "Can I help you," she said immediately redirecting her glare to the approaching owner of the establishment. He had initially been coming to kick their rowdy party out, but upon seeing the ice cold stare of the golden eyed Shinigami and the crazed look of the one armed woman, he simply offered to move them to a more comfortable place…like one with a table.
Deciding to stay together, the group followed the owner to a larger booth. Yoruichi, Nel and Rangiku purposely scrambled to sit together, leaving Kukaku no other choice but to sit beside Yumichika. More drinks were ordered and everyone seemed to be having a good time except Kukaku, who wore a permanent scowl. She sat holding her bottle to her chest like her life depended on it, ignoring the looks she got when she drank from the bottle. She stared at the side of Yumichika's face in disgust. It's not that she had anything against gay people, she didn't. She was just pissed the fuck off that someone who liked sex as much as she did had picked him of all people to play what was supposed to be a sexual prank on.
"What are you looking at?" the girly voice piped up.
Realizing she was more than a little drunk and had obviously spaced out for a moment, she met Yumichika's slightly amused face. Had she been staring at him this whole time?
"Nothing," she said rudely, while scooting as far away from him as she could…which was about two inches.
"No need to be embarrassed, I completely understand. Beauty like mine is very rare. It's only natural for you to want to stare." Her eye twitched. "I imagine you are unable to look away." He paused then sighed. "It's so hard to be me." Instead of punching the sparkle off his face Kukaku guzzled the remainder of the bottle she was holding, and then slammed it down on the table.
"That was lovely," Yumichika said before turning back to the others. Her eye twitched again.
From across the table Yoruichi watched the odd couple wondering if Yumichika knew just how close he was to being murdered. When she noticed Kukaku getting up she thought that maybe he really had reached the end of the line, until she announced that she was going to the restroom as if everyone needed to know that.
"I'll go with you," Rangiku slurred.
"Ohhhh me too. I've been holding it forever. Help me up, my legs won't work," Nel said reaching her hand out to the blonde while leaning back on Renji whose face was as red as his hair.
"I can't help you I have a drink in my hand. Yo, get your Lieutenant," Rangiku said.
Yoruichi raised her eyebrow at the nickname that Rangiku usually only used in private. She must have been really drunk. She sighed and yanked her Lieutenant's arm as she stood.
"You can't just have a party in the bathroom and not invite us," Renji complained.
Kukaku leaned over the table to look him straight in the eyes before punching him in the nose and walking off with her friends. 'They may be nice to look at but they sure are stupid.'
Once in the bathroom Kukaku exploded just as Yoruichi had expected her to.
"SHIT, SHIT, SHIT! I'm leaving. I can't take this," she yelled as she emptied her bladder.
"Stop being such a pussy. Just do it tonight and get it over with. I'm sick of hearing your mouth."
"Tonight?" she yelled.
"Oh yea, do it tonight. Maybe he'll be so drunk he won't even remember. Then you won't have to worry about being embarrassed," Rangiku said clapping.
"I'm not embarrassed. I don't give a fuck about what that fairy thinks. He can remember all he wants," she said exiting the stall.
"Then shut up and do it."
Yoruichi was challenging her and she knew it. Tonight was as good a night as any and besides she'd have to do it anyway because Gods only knew what the consequences would be for failure.
"Ca-Captain," said a small voice. Rangiku froze.
"So what do you expect me to do? Just waltz out there and say Hey fairy, give me a lesson in etiquette or I'll kick your scrawny ass?"
"That might work. He would definitely see the urgency of the situation," Yoruichi said sarcastically.
Neither of them noticed Rangiku standing like a statue in the middle of the floor until they faintly heard, "Can you help me…PLEASE?"
"What the hell was that?" Kukaku yelled, since the sake had taken away her ability to control the volume of her voice.
"Shhh," Rangiku finally said. "I think it's a ghost."
"In the Soul Society?" Yoruichi said blankly.
"Oh, right," the blonde slurred slapping her forehead. "Then it must be Chuck Norris," she said completely serious.
It was official. Rangiku was totally wasted. "Ok, Ran lets go home now," The purple haired Captain said, grabbing her arm and heading for the door.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, help me damnit," someone screamed.
"Nel?" Yoruichi said. "No. Chuck," Rangiku corrected.
Yoruichi gestured for Kukaku to check the stall the voice had come from. She slowly made her way to the stall and cautiously opened the door. If it was Chuck Norris she didn't want to risk a round house to the face.
"My butt's touching the water," Nel whined in front of her.
"Bwaaaaaaahahahahahahaha." Kukaku couldn't breathe.
"I fell in! You guys started yelling and scared me," she pouted trying in vain to dislodge her rear end from the toilet bowl. Kukaku looked at her with tears in her eyes before falling on the floor in another fit of laughter.
"Hurry before my butt starts to look like Head Captain Yamamoto's face."
"I don't think you're butt'll grow a white beard just 'cause it sat in some toilet water for a couple minutes. Do you?" Rangiku said confused, looking to Yoruichi for answers.
"No. Kaku get her outta there and let's go," Yoruichi responded.
"What the hell took ya'll so long," said an obviously irritated Grimmjow.
"You don't wanna know," Yoruichi shook her head. "But we've gotta go. Rangiku is…well…I don't even wanna start, and Nel's butt is wrinkled."
"There're two bottles left. Waste is very unbeautiful," Yumichika said, causing the vein in Kukaku's head to nearly burst.
"Come on Kaku," Grimmjow said standing up. "You take one and I'll take one. Whoever finishes last pay's for everything.
"I hope you brought enough money then," she said with a psycho grin that rivaled the one Grimmjow was sporting.
"On three," he said. "One…two…three."
The two started drinking like their very lives depended on it, while Nel cheered Kukaku on and everyone else looked on in amused silence. When it came down to the last bit Yoruichi's competitive side got the best of her. "Come on Kaku," she yelled. Her friend beat Grimmjow by only a couple seconds, but she couldn't help but feel proud. She said her farewells and turned to leave with Rangiku hanging from her body.
"Grimmjow take Kukaku home," Yoruichi told him. He nodded with a devilish grin and winked at Kukaku.
Yoruichi smiled to herself as they left the bar going their separate ways. Judging by the way Grimm was eyeing her friend after she won that bet, she was in for an exciting night and would hopefully be in a better mood the next time she saw her.
'I'm such a good friend,' she smiled to herself.
Day 6
Kukaku woke up with a throbbing headache and a full bladder. She jumped up and dashed to the bathroom, groaning the whole way there. As she sat down she noticed a huge bruise on the inside of her thigh.
"What the hell?" she mumbled as she poked the maroon spot with her finger. No pain. Squinting, partly because of the pain in her head, she leaned in to get a closer look. 'Is this a hickey?' When she stood she felt an all too familiar pain in her thighs and back. She yawned then snapped her mouth shut, her eyes growing wide. Her jaw was sore and that could only mean one thing. She rolled her eyes as she thought about what Yoruichi would say, 'You forgot you weren't a snake again didn't you? Your jaw can't dislocate and you can't swallow things whole.'
She looked at herself in the mirror. "Shit." She turned her head to the side appraising the two passion marks on her neck.
"Grimmjow?" She remembered leaving with him but not much else.
She stared blankly into the mirror willing herself to remember anything that happened after leaving with the blue haired Arrancar. "Shit," she yelled. "You'd think if I banged one of the hottest men in the Soul Society I'd at least remember something."
She stomped back to her room and got in the bed, burying herself under the covers. 'There's no way in hell I can deal with Yumichika today.' She was pissed, hung-over, and exhausted.
Day 7
'How long can a lesson in Etiquette take? I'll do it tomorrow before the meeting,' she decides.
Day of the Next Meeting
Kukaku sat watching Koganehiko and Shiroganehiko clean up the latest mess she'd made testing some new fireworks that obviously needed more work. Today was the day that she would be forced to embarrass herself by attending Yumichika's charm school. She had no doubt he would make it his personal duty to embarrass her as much as possible, but she had a trick up her sleeve. If she had to humiliate herself then she might as well have some fun doing it.
She couldn't remember what she'd done with Grimmjow, but after getting over the initial shock, not that she had done it, just that she couldn't remember, she had to admit that she felt clear headed and relaxed. About two hours before the meeting she would go to the eleventh squad barracks and wait for her 'Sensei'. Then, the fun would begin.
Kukaku arrived at the barracks and was greeted by none other than the pink haired Lieutenant or the eleventh.
"Hey boobies 2! Where's your arm?" Yuchiru asked.
"I left it home. I didn't think I'd need it tonight," Kukaku answered.
"Kenny will like it. Are you gonna show Kenny?"
"Not tonight. I'm in kind of a rush shorty. Where's Yumichika's room? I have something he needs to see," she said trying to suppress an evil smirk.
"Yun-Yun? I'll show you."
Before Yachiru could leap on Kukaku's back someone called her name from the distance.
Yachiru turned, "Grimm kitty, look it's boobies 2," she said gesturing to Kukaku.
"Hey," he said, slapping Kukaku on the back. "Sorry about the other night. I must've been drunker than I thought." She laughed along with him, not really knowing why he was apologizing, but opted not to say anything. Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing that she didn't remember. If he felt he needed to apologize, something she'd never heard Grimmjow do, it must have been pretty shitty. 'It couldn't have been that bad could it?'
Switching his attention back to Yachiru, he ruffled her hair, "The Captain is looking for you shorty, so get outta here."
"Ok, but you gotta show boobies 2 to feather's room," and in a flash of pink she was gone.
"Yumichika? What, does he want a mold of your tits to show the doctor when he gets implants?"
"Probably," Kukaku said through her laughter as Grimmjow motioned for her to follow him.
As they walked along in a comfortable silence, Kukaku fell slightly behind to get a look at his muscular back, secretly thanking the Gods for his strange habit of rarely wearing a top. He was even sexier because he didn't know he was sexy. She eyed his 6'1 frame and started to calculate the time it would take to drag him into a dark alley and rape him. Would she still have enough time to do her mission and make it to the meeting by ten? Probably not, but just watching him walk made her seriously consider taking the risk. What could he have done that possibly warranted an apology? He walked like he had a huge-.
"Here it is," Grimmjow said interrupting her musings.
She looked up to see exactly where here was. "Thanks," she said to Gimmjow who was already walking away.
"Have fun," he called over his shoulder.
Kukaku stood entranced, watching him walk away until he finally turned a corner.
"Ok, focus," she said to herself as she readied herself for the task at hand. After easily picking the lock, she crept inside to prepare for his arrival.
It wasn't long before Kukaku heard movement outside the door. She took a deep breath and prepared to put on the show of a lifetime. The door creaked open, then closed gently a couple seconds later. She heard him as he walked through the small kitchen and entered the bedroom. Her heart beat loudly in her ears and her breathing was uneven. She fought against the urge to laugh, knowing that one slip would blow everything. He sighed in exhaustion and turned on a dim light. Kukaku watched as he gracefully untied his robe and dropped into a chair on the far side of the room. He pinched the bridge of his nose, and then slowly looked up, finally noticing the very naked Kukaku posed seductively on his bed. Her prosthetic arm was missing as well as the bandages that typically adorned her head. Messy black hair cascaded over her shoulder and fell between her breasts.
She smiled inwardly as she watched his eyes roam over every inch of her body, seemingly digesting what he was seeing. She waited for his face to contort into a look of revulsion or even fear. Maybe he would scream like a girl and go running hysterically down the street, or even better, maybe he would just faint. She searched his face for some indication of what he was thinking. He still hadn't spoken so she assumed he was in a state of shock. 'Should I say something,' she thought to herself. The longer he stared, the more she found herself wanting to look away. She was beginning to feel extremely self-conscience under his critical gaze, and even more disturbing was the fact that he didn't seem bothered in the least.
"Beautiful," he whispered, finally breaking the awkward silence as he stood and walked toward the bed.
'Beautiful?' Kukaku's eyes grew large as he approached her in only his hakama. This was definitely NOT what was supposed to happen. Her pulse quickened. 'Fuck, what do I do now?' Yumichika stopped in front of the bed and looked down at the naked Shiba woman.
"You seem surprised. You don't find yourself beautiful?" She didn't answer.
"Hmm. Is it my birthday?" he asked seriously.
"Uhh, I don't know," she said quietly, unable to find anything witty to say.
He turned and walked away, giving her a chance to look him over. He had no muscles to speak of and while she wouldn't call him unattractive, he definitely did not appeal to her in any way. He was far too pretty and delicate for her taste.
She watched as he pulled his shoulder length hair into a ponytail and removed the colorful feathers from his eye. He then walked back over to the corner of the room and sat down again. Kukaku, who had gotten over her initial shock of Yumichika's casual reaction to her being there, stood up putting her hand on her hip.
"I came to get a lesson in etiquette," she said standing before him in all her glory.
"Etiquette?" he said sounding surprised. "But you have such wonderful manners. I wouldn't change a thing."
"You're a real smart ass…the only thing I like about you," she said with her patented grin.
"The only thing? How disappointing."
"Oh come on fairy boy," she said spinning slowly. "There must be something that needs improvement." She was sick and tired of him trying to play it cool. She didn't know how much time she had before the meeting started, but she was ready to get this over with. 'I'll just push him until he can't take any more.'
"Fairy boy?"
"Oh come on," she said sauntering toward him. "I'd have already had to knock you out if you were straight. So just give me a few tips and I'll leave you to do…whatever it is you do."
"First, being overzealous is very unattractive. Second, whatever gave you the idea that I wasn't straight?"
She stared at him blankly for a moment before throwing her head back in laughter. 'What gave me the idea he wasn't straight…Uhh, everything.' She had to admit he was good, very smooth. He must have studied under Shunsui or maybe Kisuke. No, Kisuke wasn't smooth, he was something beyond that.
Yumichika shrugged, "Etiquette lesson huh? Ok, fine." He stood and walked toward her. "Etiquette is a code of behavior that outlines expectations for social behavior according to the norms within a society, social class, or group. Now, since you are here in my room your conduct should be pleasing to me. Just as if you were with to meet with the Head Captain you would…or should, behave the way he would expect." Kukaku listened quietly, all while thinking she could really care less how others expected her to act. Nevertheless, she nodded her head like a good student. Seeing she was paying attention, Yumichika continued, "Now, do you think I consider it polite for a naked woman to stand in the middle of my floor?"
"I don't care what you consider polite," she said raising an eyebrow.
"Do you want to learn or not Lady Shiba?" he said sarcastically.
"Not really."
"Humor me. Now answer the question," he said as he settled in front of her.
"What was the question again, Sensei?" she asked mockingly.
He moved a step closer. "Do you think I consider it polite for a woman…namely you, to stand naked in the middle of my floor?"
"Sorry, fairy boy," she said laughing and slapping him on the shoulder. "I guess not." She turned to retrieve her clothes, but he caught her arm mid turn.
"You're wrong. I find it very considerate of you."
Kukaku didn't bother to hide her confused expression. She was beginning to suspect that either this was a sick joke set up by Yoruichi or Yumichika was not gay. Laughing to herself, she quickly dismissed the latter…it was simply not possible. She tried to pull her arm from his grasp, but to her surprise he was much stronger than he looked. As if reading her mind, he released her.
"Now, since you are a guest, the courteous thing would be to offer you refreshments." He turned slowly and walked back to his chair. Just before sitting, he casually removed his hakama. 'He must find teaching very exciting,' she thought to herself.
Lieutenant Cifer obviously wasn't the only one who preferred to go commando. She was actually a little surprised, not only by his size, which was more than she would have expected from someone so small, but by what he was obviously implying.
"Would it be 'proper' for me to let you watch me eat while you go hungry?" she asked without missing a beat.
He considered what she said for a moment before a small smile crept across his face. "It's customary for the host to freshen up before …eating, and as a guest it would be polite to offer your assistance." He stood and headed for the bathroom leaving her dumbfounded and slightly curious.
Kukaku, never one to back away from a challenge, followed him into the bathroom. He was already in the shower, but the curtain was open as if he knew she was coming. His eyes were closed and his head back, as he allowed the water pour onto his face. This was the best she had ever seen him look.
"Get in," he said sensing her presence. "It's good for your muscles. I'm sure you were sore after the last time."
"What?" Kukaku froze with one leg in the shower.
"Oh by the way I apologize for not practicing proper etiquette at our last meeting," he said with his eyes still closed. "However, since Grimmjow was, for lack of a better word, fucked up, I felt it was only proper to ensure that you were umm…taken care of. I knew Ikkaku was perfectly capable of getting him home without me."
Yumichika opened his eyes to see a look of pure horror on Kukaku's face as she finally understood the reason behind Grimmjow's apology. She looked into his purple eyes. "You're not gay," she said as if she were trying to force herself to believe it.
"Not at all," he said batting his eyelashes.
There were those damn sparkles again. He grabbed her wrist pulling her in the rest of the way.
"You know, Lady Shiba," he said. "While it was very polite of you to offer your assistance, we now have a larger problem on our hands. I'm not sure, but I don't think it would be proper etiquette for me to let you be in here…and not fuck the living daylights out of you."
Kukaku's jaw was on the floor.
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Rangiku looked at the clock for the third time. Where the hell was Kukaku? She was an hour and a half late. None of them had seen or heard from her since the other night at the bar. She glanced around the room. Everyone seemed to be having a good time. Her eyes met Yoruichi's, who looked at her wrist, obviously thinking the same thing she was. She sighed as she brought her cup to her lips when there was a loud bang at the door. Yoruichi ran to the door and slid open the small window.
"Kukaku!"
Yoruichi snatched the door open allowing Kukaku to stagger in. She fell to her knees clearly unable to carry her own weight. She was completely disheveled. Her usually messy hair was in even more disarray than usual, and her clothes were barely on her body. The women gathered around her in concern.
"What happened?" Yoruichi asked.
"Etiquette," she said between gasps. "I didn't realize it would be so strenuous." A wicked grin spread across her face as she watched everyone's expression turn from worry to confusion.
Yoruichi pulled a chair over for Kukaku to sit in while Rangiku got her a much needed drink. "Alright you hookers listen up," she started as they all gathered around her. "I don't have much time. I have to get back for some extra credit."
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