the Competition II FC Urahara Kisuke
Jasmine
Author: Baruch
A muffled thud delicately placed their little fingers to touch the bare board, makeshift table that really was part of the step that led to the backyard Store. The ceramic pot baked, not particularly ornate, lay resting on the smooth surface. Liquid sound, deaf, which produced the fine waterfall, originally colorless but now emerging colored by herbs that diluted its path, tinkled into the bowl where it meets the flow. While the particular course out of the tea water to reach the container above would facilitate their drinking tainted delicate scrolls, moisture evolutionary opacity until it vanished and merged with the environment, flowing the hot beverage.
The long-haired girl in a purple collection graciously enjoyed a casual ponytail splendid morning. The sun king gave a great light rays that, upon impact in their stately picture, it was an idyllic scene of contemplation. Resting lightly on the wooden sign with narrowed eyes by stroking his natural lighting throughout extension, Yoruichi grabbed accurately Kisuke vessel approached him, without articulating the eyelids. He approached the glass manufactured and was delighted with the aromatic particles flowed from it and reached the whimsical pituitary content with such trivial sense. Bicolor hat allowed the former captain to keep his eyes open and watch the picture of calm.
Satisfied by his company, Kisuke sat by his side after serving himself a cup of tea as essentially the same as pleasing to her companion: gentle fragrance, sweet perfumed jasmine tea not only but also accompanied cup with a couple of fresh-cut white flowers. Both
in silence, watching the tricks that were developing children who are under the custody of Urahara. No need to say anything more, they understand one another with only exchange a sidelong glance. But the shopkeeper felt something inside, a slight whiplash nostalgic smile made him look as he returned to his old friend:
- Yoruichi-san ... - give thoughtful - Do you remember when we met?
rescued but did not answer her large amber eyes that were party to dispute small and returned the grocer view: Looking tender and melancholy by the moments that were going through his mind, what animated film evoked images inevitably hear the rhetorical question.
A slight breeze shaking the leaves of oak anniversary under its shade, shelter the young Urahara wheat blonde hair whose bobs to the rhythm that the capricious wind wants. Concentrate the most, is sitting in the roots, supported by the old trunk, while based on her thighs a little metal box. Housing is screwing it verbally while playing with the inanimate object of your focused unit status.
- Vamos! You have to shut you down! - Said reluctantly as he struggles to close sealed the outer shell of the engine. However
battle in vain as the tough coverage rebels against its author and does not allow turning angle, however small, that allows you to completely close the Hulk more than uncertain functionality. Such is his commitment that does not mind spoiling the little machine just to get the target amount of stubbornness has been proposed that morning.
- Ciérrate! Ciérrate! - Cries out for himself. Press
everywhere to try to bring the armor prismatic joints lining the pileup, but it so hard that one of the screws, which had initially married well, ejected into the air with so much momentum that, to hit someone, would cause considerable misfortune.
However, the cap does not impact with anything, to their fate, but not enough to hear his slight collision with any obstacle that has crossed his path and stopped its mad progress. Alarm turns, looks around, moves to crawl away the stubble of grass, which accommodates the seat. Walk
knees until he stumbles with long legs, thin and well-contoured supports. Elevate the look and sees a young dark-skinned, half purple hair falls on both sides of his face. Dressed in an orange jacket and enhances contrast even more striking skin tone, the girl crouches slightly and brings you the adventurous nut:
- Yours? - Serious question.
- How did you ...? - Was interrupted when contemplating such beauty.
She walked through the garden near the Academy in the company of a simple but effective suite of presence required. In silence, I could hear the grass crunched slightly flattened in its path. All was peace and harmony in your environment bored when suddenly he noticed a slight hiss, a projectile almost negligible size, given its speed, was approaching her without solution. However, she is a specialist in the field quickly and without leaving his gesture of absolute calm, turned on his feet and intercepted the screw with your bare hand. When you look around you suddenly found the search carried out by the clueless blond and quickly deduced that it belonged.
- Idiot! You could have killed someone - she continues dryly.
- Good reflexes - evades welcomes your response and smiling.
- Most cats - confirmed the brunette could not help a mischievous smile.
Without thinking twice, Kisuke take the device has cost so much effort to assemble, and which is still somewhat broken, and gives it the girl. His face becomes a question he did not know what the boy intended to give such junk. At that time, you hear a little chime that seems to come from the "invention" to mean.
- This ... This sounds like - notice the girl approaching the hearing to ascertain the fact.
- No problem. Dam ... - answered unconcerned while the ground up with regret.
not given time to calm the rowdy recuperating from the missing piece, because at that right moment, the ringing increases in intensity and were suddenly silenced. Then a little shock through the apparatus and operates generating black smoke proportional to size the widget.
already dissipated the dark cloud explosion resulting from the reduced, again appears the young woman's face but tinted with dusky and crude ash following the incident. Urahara can not help but laugh out loud funny clean to contemplate the face of the unknown.
- S-Lady! You okay? - Asks one of his bodyguards exalted.
- You should not mix with the rabble, His Excellency - narrows another alarmed by what happened.
Despite that, the girl did not flinch, does not react, just keeps staring at the anonymous has attempted twice to their physical integrity in minutes. Stabs its large yellow eyes while watching how he has a great time. But the fun side of Urahara change your mind when it falls in the words of the company that helps women.
- "His Excellency"? - Asks a stunned Kisuke.
- Do not you know me? - Curious enarquea a thin eyebrow - Shihouin ... Yoruichi.
That name is blood curdling. The Shihouin are one of the four noble families behind in Soul Society and he had before him the heir to the Clan. She was treated like any one and then there was the accident with improvised bomb that had exploded without warning.
- I'm so sorry! Excuse me! I'm sorry what happened! - It takes time to apologize multiple bowing.
- Now you treat me? - Yoruichi entertaining question.
- If there is anything I can do for you ... - is talking about the innocent Kisuke.
Who would have said? In one of his usual morning and walks through the Seireitei, the careful and well-educated Yoruichi did not think that tomorrow would be as entertained. Surely this young man had saved the day to be a tremendous boredom and monotonous, as it turns out every day if we discount the training times. The noble life is very boring.
Pero la, ahora, ociosa Shihouin no piensa nada bueno para con el joven; el chico reclama una compensación por su parte para enmendar el entuerto que ha provocado y Yoruichi va a aprovechar bien la ocasión que se le ofrece.
- Está bien, está bien – comienza a decir – Invítame a cenar y todo quedará perdonado – termina con una sonrisa brillante que contrasta con los tiznajos de suciedad.
- ¡Eso está hecho! – responde campechano Kisuke – Digo… Como usted diga – retoma el tono más adecuado para dirigirse a tan señalada personalidad.
La noche sobreviene al día. La hora acordada se acerca y Kisuke se halla apostado en the entrance of the restaurant as a venue agreed. He hopes anxious and nervous, wondering if you carry enough money to invite the affected and thus to correct the disastrous smooth conduct of the morning. After a few anxious moments, featuring the young Shihouin this time without an escort, but Urahara supposed to walk around any member of the Secret Body specializing in concealment and camouflage, to protect his wife.
in together and be fit in a randomly chosen but suspiciously close to the kitchen. A Kisuke does not mind the chosen site so he could somehow rectify the mishap that has brought so far. Moments later receives a waiter with a notepad and pen to record the order that is properly equipped to perform. Urahara, chivalrous as ever, you give your turn requested the young and reserves the right time, giving you more time to think what they want to consume.
- Let ... - Yoruichi said while opening the gastronomic menu. After a few moments in silence waiting takes a breath and begins to talk - I want to ... six bowls of udon and do not skimp with the shoyu, three of Okinawa soba and a couple more of shabu-shabu. And second, a generous portion of teriyaki, four and a takoyaki motsunabe. That's it. Perplexed
both shinigami shopkeeper and not give credence to what they heard. The first one just happens to write down everything that the mouth has spoken. The second relaxes the gesture of astonishment, he takes that string as a custom of sharing dishes. Yes, it must have been asked by both. It's a modern woman dominant and has grown in a home full of men who despised for being the worst sex and respect has been remarkable achievement based on the different fields of combat, to be splendid figure was sitting in front him.
- No, wait! Put down a plate of tonkatsu and yakitori five. Yes, that's all. - Resolved quickly as she closes the letter - What are you going to order?
A nervous tic vibrate almost imperceptibly makes Kisuke left eye while a small droplet of sweat slid down his forehead and falls down the cheek. Could not be true: going to eat all that? Alone? Closer look at her slender silhouette. Where will you get so much food? It seems like magic, but this mystery will be solved in minutes.
- What, sir? - Get the waiter to another diner.
- I ... How much water? - Asked Kisuke trembling as she fears will not reach its estimated budget to cover that meal.
- It's free, sir.
- Well, bring a pitcher.
The waiter walks away with a look of disbelief on his face. Shortly after attending a couple of colleagues in the tavern, because one can not keep to move the large order. Soon fill the table and bowls of succulent soups, seasonings and other ingredients that the girl does not hesitate to consume. Like a kick-off is involved, as the last dish is placed on the table, Yoruichi begins to swallow as if that were your last meal of his life, losing all composure that characterized aristocratic noble. Urahara is served a little water in his glass and drinks given to dose small fine.
- Well? What's your name? - Question Yoruichi with his mouth full.
- Urahara Kisuke Urahara ... - answered obediently while watching how he swallowed the noble.
- Aha! - Nods after hitting a good bite of breaded pork chops the tonkatsu - And what do you aspire in the Soul Society?
- I will create a Research and Development Institute - Young jokes.
- Ja! And I'll Shunpa Goddess - the girl laughs after which they swallow without breathing a bowl of udon - I do not think you're on track - recalling the anecdote particular morning.
- I can not say the same. At a time
record at breakneck speed, Yoruichi has been able to consume more than a dozen dishes. Now you can confirm this for sure: the speed is his specialty but it is not only limited to the battlefield.
Shihouin leans slightly in his seat for air and food stand occupies a paradoxical stomach, and that fools the eye. Sigh satisfied and pleased with the banquet that he has sought to Kisuke stunned, clutching a wooden stick and pulls the remains that have been engaged in their perfect teeth.
- Do you feel like some tea? On the house - the waiter kindly offered to compensate for the account that must be raised.
breathe Kisuke hereby relieved from the restaurant but seconds later falls into the possible reason for the free offer. Notes expecting the reaction of the girl does not know where they can go to that proposition. She is silent, thinking about your response. Effectively incorporated into the padded seat and smiles.
- Jasmine. I want a jasmine tea.
- Yes, ma'am. Right now.
with the same efficiency with which they have been given throughout the evening, quickly served a tea set with a couple of cups, each supported in separate bowls with jasmine flowers. Established protocol, the bartender grabs the kettle, pops up and begins pour the tea on the containers, thus the liquid effluents released due soon invade the place. Yoruichi takes the flower funny and it deserves the hook behind the ear. Close your eyes with a look peaceful, calm, calm, enjoying the intoxicating aroma.
In contrast with the course of dinner, the girl drinks the concoction slowly, slowly enjoying the flavor that gives the dark liquid. Kisuke can not look away curious, studious, that woman so fascinating ancient noble reputation that seems to regain composure of his race to take the drink carefully.
- Kisuke .... Kisuke!
A, each increasingly intense headache beat down at that moment his bare head as the hat was on the floor behind her. Surrounded by his family, the red-haired boy was more interested than they should about the state of his boss after the blonde blow to head with the baseball to playing in the yard.
- Kisuke, you okay? - Asked the girl with purple hair collected from the tail.
- Why would not I be? - Said, blinking in surprise.
- Tsk ... And I so worried about the head - spoke a Jinta rebuffed.
After confirming that his physical condition was right, the children resumed their party where they left accompanied by the improvised official: the giant Tessai. Calm returned to the field, backyard ambitious salesman who was still stunned by the image he saw: Yoruichi had adorned with a profile of the flowers that put the hosts just before the cup.
- What are you looking? - Yoruichi asked mockingly.
- Nothing - said suppressing a smile.
Awake at last cleared by such a stunning, picked up his hat and placed it in the rugged head. To tip the hat to his skull posarlo something hits the stage where they sat: a screw old, rusty and battered by the incessant and tireless time. A screw shunpa Goddess instantly recognized and, boasting of its title, more readily grasped the former director of research and development institute. Yoruichi smiled helplessly and returned it to its owner as it did hundreds of years ago. Urahara took a little embarrassed because she discovered her little secret. But he played down and put it in the pocket of his green jacket. Again focused their attentions to small game.
- recalling old times, eh? - Said without looking away from the game.
- No. dreamed awake - materialized at her askance. Second fic
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