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Title: The Right Time
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Urahara/Ichigo
Part: 2/3
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AN: This right here is a freebie to the ever lovely cutsycat that I promised her. I hope you enjoy and review. *smiles*
Posting now because I’m going to be busy tomorrow.
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Sitting on his bed, Ichigo groaned as he stared at his father, the man shrugging with a sheepish smile. “It’s just my fucking luck, isn’t it?” he asked, lips pulling down into a frown of his displeasure.
“I am sorry, Ichigo, but the clinic does need a face lift and the pipe did unfortunately burst in the kitchen. Yuzu is very unhappy about that but they love the hotel well enough,” Isshin chuckled. Ichigo groaned again, his head dropping down.
“Fuck,” was all he said. Sado and Uryuu were off on their honeymoon still, he didn’t really want to bother Orihime and Tatsuki, Keigo’s sister still scared him and Mizuiro was shacked up with another chick who he didn’t know. “Man, now my last chance is Urahara,” Ichigo finally said.
“He won’t mind if you go over and stay with him,” Isshin rumbled, his child nodding his head as he sighed once more.
“I’ll give him a call I suppose,” Ichigo said, smiling at his father. The two said their goodbyes, the younger promising that they would talk soon and he would go see them. Once they had closed their chat, he opened up his contacts and called Urahara. “Urahara? I have some trouble going on…”
“What kind of trouble?” Urahara asked, the sounds of the other people in the background telling Ichigo that the man was out, probably buying food for the household with Tessai.
“My stove decided to catch fire on me. After an hour had passed after I cooked my pizza,” Ichigo drawled. He rolled his eyes at the sound of Urahara fumbling with his phone and cursing.
“It did?” Urahara asked, sounding surprised at the news but not terribly so. He knew that the man knew about the troubles with his oven amongst other problems. “What happened exactly?”
“A fire burst out in the inside of my oven and spread out the back, getting out through the back. It took out my wall but luckily I killed it. I can’t stay here though they have to rewire that wall and remodel my kitchen,” he told Urahara, rubbing at his bottom lip and blushing heavily. Ichigo found himself flushing often when it came to talking with the man over the phone, and usually bursting into red flushes after leaving Urahara’s sight. “And you’re kind of my last resort.”
Urahara chuckled lowly. “Then I suppose you should stay at my shoten, Ichigo,” he finally said.
Ichigo sighed out a long, relieved breath. “Thank you, Urahara. Will you be there in a couple of hours?” he asked, rubbing at his face and dropping back onto his bed. “I need to gather my stuff up and call a cab.”
“Yes, I should be there in a couple of hours. We’re gathering the last of our supplies,” Urahara drawled. With that information, they cut the phone call off so that Ichigo could pack everything up.
As he was putting the last of his dishes away into a plastic container, his phone rang once more, drawing him away. It turned out to be his work, calling him in to cover the shift that was suddenly without a worker. He ended up telling them that he was having to quit since they kept calling him in and wouldn’t take no for an answer since he had to move out. Once that was done, he huffed and finished packing things away, wondering what else would go wrong.
Dragging his stuff to the front of the building, Ichigo sat on the bench that was a part of the décor and called for a taxi, duffle bags of clothes between his feet. As he waited, he gazed out of the doors, glad that his college was closed for the week. Who knew what would have happened if he was still in school when everything was going to hell.
Once the cab arrived thirty minutes later, he was more than ready to just ignore the rest of the world, burying himself under the blankets. All of his stuff was packed away into the cab and he was taken to the shoten, where everything was then moved under the porch when they discovered that Urahara and the others weren’t there just yet. As the cab drove away, Ichigo sighed and sat down on the porch steps, pulling out his phone to call the shop owner.
“Where are you?” he asked, eyeing the darkening sky as clouds once more rolled in.
“We got stuck in traffic,” Urahara chuckled sheepishly. “We’re almost free though and should be arriving there soon.”
“Just my luck,” Ichigo sighed as he stared up at the sky some more. “I’m here and it’s looking like it’s going to rain again so you had better hurry.”
“We will be,” Urahara promised before they cut off the call once more. Ichigo continued to watch the sky, sometimes looking to the road to see if Urahara was coming or not. Just as he was smiling and standing up at the sight of their car, the sky once more opened up and poured down on him.
Ichigo tipped his head back and blinked up at the sky. “Fuck you. I’m here now so you can sit and spin,” he hissed, turning to the car that was pulling into the side garage. Urahara soon padded out under an umbrella and stepped under the covered porch, Ichigo following him.
“You are sopping wet,” Urahara mused as he closed the umbrella, eyeing Ichigo and the way his clothes were clinging to him. He had to admit that the young man was happier dressing as a woman, much freeier then before, not to mention that much more gorgeous.
“Of course I am,” Ichigo snorted as he rung out his ponytail with a glare at the rain. “Just as you decide to pull up the rain came down in a flood, soaking me. Again. I just want a hot bath and some aspirin.”
“What happened?” Urahara asked, raising an eyebrow as he unlocked the door and pushed it open. Tessai appeared and gathered several of the items that Ichigo had brought with him. Ichigo grabbed his duffle bags. “That is, what happened to make you need aspirin?”
“I was almost hit by a car earlier today actually. A guy tackled me out of the way though so all I have is a colorful array of bruises on my shoulder and hip,” Ichigo replied as he was lead to his room. Tessai had already dropped off the boxes and was probably mopping up the trail of water he had left behind. “For now, I want a shower.”
“Very well,” Urahara said, smiling as the younger man started to dig around for a fresh set of clothing. “I’ll go make some tea for when you get out.”
“That sounds good,” Ichigo hummed, sending him a thankful smile as he pulled out a giant shirt and a pair of pants. Urahara smiled in return and left him to his shower.
After stripping out of sopping wet clothes, Ichigo shut himself up in his bathroom and showered, taking his sweet time to relax and warm up. When he walked out of the shower with a billow of steam, rubbing his towel at his hair, he noticed that his wet clothing had been taken, his stuff was put away and his bed was freshly made. “Thank you, Tessai,” he breathed with a sweet smile, opening the one bag that was left and put his personal items and underwear away.
Once that was done, he followed his nose to the small dining room where he found Urahara, two bowls of soup, two cups of tea and warmed rolls waiting for him. He smiled and sat down, taking a bowl of soup, blushing when a roll was placed next to him and his hair gently pulled back to be tied back with a ribbon.
“Thank you,” Ichigo said, looking up as Urahara sat down once more.
“If you nearly dive for comfort food, that tells me that you’ve had a very bad week,” Urahara mused as Ichigo ripped the roll to dip it in the broth and eat it. The younger man nodded as he chewed, reaching for his tea, only to knock it over. The heartbroken look on Ichigo’s face made the blond blink. “Ichigo?”
“Fuck!” Ichigo hissed, eyes narrowed and lips pulled into a snarl. “The last three months have sucked! First I’m called into work after an eight hour shift, where I’m only supposed to work part time. I snap the hell of my favorite, very expensive heels and sprained my ankle in the process. After that I split five different skirt hems that I had to bed Uryuu to fix and that cost me five homemade pizzas. And just today my casserole burnt, I get poured on, nearly hit, lose my apartment to an oven fire, quite my job because I’m tired of their bullshit, once more poured upon and now I spill my tea,” he whined. “And all because I just wanted to tell you that I love you.”
The two went silent at those words, both of them staring in shock at the words that had just escaped Ichigo’s lips.
“I’m going to bed,” Ichigo said finally, voice high pitched. He barely got up before he was pulled back into strong arms and held against Urahara’s chest. He wiggled, trying to escape before going limp with a huff. “Let me go please,” he requested, blushing at the feeling of heated breath against his ear.
“No,” Urahara rumbled, squeezing Ichigo around his waist. “Now, tell me, do you love me?”
Ichigo shifted and looked down at his hands. “When do I ever say something I don’t mean?” he asked in return.
“True, true. And all of those mishaps happened when you were coming to tell me, didn’t they?” Urahara continued, one hand somehow slipping under Ichigo’s shirt to stroke over soft skin, feeling the lean body jerk.
“Yes,” Ichigo replied, looking at him from the corner of his eyes. “You know why my luck went to shit, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do. And it’s because it happens to every shinigami that falls in true, real love,” Urahara hummed, nuzzling into the soft neck as a part of his heart and soul healed. “The universe tests them and how much they are willing to give up for love. It sounds like it really put you through the ringer.”
“The universe can sit and spin for all I care,” Ichigo pouted, shivering when Urahara pressed a kiss to his neck. “So what’s going to happen now?”
“Now? Now I’m going to take you to bed,” Urahara chuckled, “but only after you eat.”
“Yeah, tease me like that why don’t you?” Ichigo pouted, drawing his bowl over to him.
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