Troublesome cats and their troublesome memiors

It was one of those rare days that Yoruichi could just loaf around doing absolutely nothing, not that she would take advantage. She was a creature of action after all. The sun was bright in the sky, the birds were chirping merrily, and all was right in the world...well at least in Karakura town, for right now that is. In a place like this, who knew how long that would last?

Yoruichi breathed a sigh as she ran along the telephone wires, appearing no less than a black blur to any would-be observers. She was annoyed at herself a bit, for taking off on Haishiro so soon in the morning just for an exercise, but at the time she just felt the urge to be out and about and do a little wandering. She almost felt guilty about leaving the slumbering vizard like that, almost. She knew Haishiro would be fine either way, or so she told herself.

‘Besides...I did leave him a note after all, even if Kisuke wasn’t home. I doubt he'll even drop by there, Haishiro and Kisuke hardly ever get along from what ive seen so far...' she thought to herself as she flashed over to another telephone wire and continued her quick pace across the town, '...and it’s not like I’m not going see him again. Right?’

Guilt was just one of those things Yoruichi just didnt do, not if she had anything to say about it, especially with her reasoning that it never did anyone any good or help a situation in the least. Just another useless handicap on the mind and one of the things she simply shut out, but that didnt mean she didnt care for Haishiro.

'Hmm...I wonder if he's still home.'

Stopping for a minute and perching herself on the top of a telephone pole, Yoruichi glanced down curiously at a few groups of students making their way to nearby school, some of them with their bags slung over their shoulders and upbeat about the new day while some had tired and lazy expressions etched on their faces. “Heh, now that brings back a few memories.” Yoruichi smirked to herself as her thoughts flashed back to one of her old assignments. It was as if it were only yesterday she was posing as a school fitness teacher, keeping an eye out for a particularly strong Hollow that had turned the area into its hunting ground. Apparently the thing had even managed to kill a few of the lower seated members in the 13th who had the area in their jurisdiction, according to the reports she’d been given.

Highschool is a vicious place, full of hidden dangers and pitfalls for the uninitiated. Much like an iceberg, the innocuous tip often belies the turmoil and drama hidden right below the surface. It is an environment of constant fluctuation; people vying for ranking and acceptance, whether it is popularity, sports, grades, or countless other unspoken status quos.

Inevitably, someone gets trampled.

It was amazing, but not completely unexpected, to Yoruichi how entire groups of innocent and generally nice people, when given the right situations and stimulants, can degrade into the very basics of cruelty, often bordering on the precipice of animalism. Frequently one never realizes the consequences, nor how callous they are really being, until much later when the effects of their actions have already have taken on repercussions beyond their control. Hindsight, as the saying goes, is 20/20.

Of course it wasent all bad, as Yoruichi had seen during her late mission. The friends one makes, the life lessons one could learn in that environment, and the experience all together would often off-set the downsides of high school, and it wasent as if you didnt have a future to look forward to afterward.

With all that said done...Yoruichi had one hell of a time herself while posing as the physical fitness teacher.

Oh how she loved blowing that whistle and sending her students into a panic, making them run lap after lap after lap before getting to the ‘good stuff’. She could still remember the games of Dodge Ball she put them through, which she *Gladly* took part in with a malicious grin on her face, along the panicked expressions and shouts of the students that followed.

"Good times indeed" Yoruichi murmured with a mental smirk as her amber eyes wandered up the path the students below her were walking, landing on Karakura High School which stood a short distance away.

Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunatly for her students sake, her mission and fun came to an end when she came face to face with the reason she was there in the first place. The very hollow she was sent to find and defeat, a simian looking hollow with tail and all, calling himself Demora, decided to make himself known as he phased through the wall of the teachers lounge where Yoruichi happend to be chowing down. Thinking her a particuarly good meal because of the Spiritual pressure he felt from her, heavily surpressed of course, and easy prey since she appeared to be a mere human, Demora literally jumped at the chance to feast on her.

A smirk from Yoruichi and a flash later, the hollow found himself with a Wakizashi imbedded in its mask with the length of it running straight through its head, Yoruichi having one hand gripping the handle while the palm of her other was placed over the bottom of the hilt. With the blade facing upward, she dragged the sword up and out of the creatures head with a spurt of blood following its exit from the hollows skull, the chalk-white mask itself beginning to crack as the rest of his body fell limp. As soon as Yoruichi recovered her weapon, she delievered a fast yet powerful round house kick to where the mask had begun to break, shattering it completely along with the rest of Demora's body as he flew back and dematerialized in the air.

Quick and efficient, like the true assassin and fighter she was trained to be as the head of the second division and the special forces, but boring and partially uneventful for the seasoned captain.

With her job done, Yoruichi simply returned to the sandwich she was enjoying, ignoring the confused stares of the other teachers in the room. From their point of veiw, she had just vanished all of a sudden and reappeared, stabbing the air with a Wakizashi and then kicking nothing, completely oblivious to the hollow itself who had just paid a visit.

Returning her mind to the present, and realizing she had just been off in her own little world reminiscing, Yoruichi briefly shook her head before continuing her run along the telephone lines, her small feline legs carrying her to next destination as fast as they could.

Kisuke Urahara woke. He was sore all over, and it smelled like cheap beer. Something sharp was sticking up his behind, as well. Oh no. Not again. He fumbled around blindly. Sure enough, the ceiling was abnormally close to his person. He knew where he was. And, albeit reluctantly, he pushed it up.

Sunlight smacked him across the face as the dumpster lid opened. Yep, he knew it. Drinking was always Kisuke's forte. Especially when the drinking involved getting completely trashed, then starting a barfight when he teased a guy wearing a very humorous pair of shoes. Needless to say, those shoes happened to be his sensitive spot. Looking up, Kisuke saw thr shattered window he had been thrown out of. Now that wasn't fun. The rest of it was fun, but that? Not fun. He threw his arms over the side and pulled the broken piece of billiards stick out of his sensitive spot. He shook his head. Nothing fell off of it.

Oh my god... where is it? Who took it?! He dived through the shattered window. The bartender was sweeping up the carnage as he did so, and the band that so conveniently played country barfight music during said barfight was sitting on the stage still, except they were knocked out. "Alright, where is my hat?! Tell me or so help me ill tan all of your backsides!" Kisuke yelled. The band jolted awake and the bartender looked over. "Tan my backside will you, after what you did to my place?" Kisuke's anger burst. "IT'S A SKILL I HAVE! NOW WHERE'S MY HAT?!" The bartender grumbled before answering. "Over there." He pointed. It was comfortably resting on the head of a knocked out man, sprawled on the bar counter. Kisuke looked at his shoes, sure enough, they were large and bright yellow. He smirked as he pulled it off the head of bee feet, dusting it off. "Thanks." He murmured to the bartender.

Walking outside of the bar he caught a foul stench. He wondered where it was coming from until he looked down. He was of course giving off the foul odor. He pulled out a perfume bottle and sprayed himself. All the grime from the night in the dumpster melted away and what replaced it was a carnation on his haori. He mentally hugged the fresh smell of flowers as it filled his lungs.

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He trotted along the street, whistling the barfight country music from the night before as he went. He caught sight of something that he recognized immediately, a black blur. Obviously nothing else was black and blurrish, so he took a stab at it and called, "Yoruichi-san!" He pushed a humming bird away as he called.

Yoruichi’s ears twitched and perked up instantly the moment a certain familiar voice called out her name, her small feline head darting to the side almost immediately to find a ‘much-more-shaggier-looking-than-usual’ Urahara standing there in front of a bar looking up at her. Unfortunately for the surprised captain, she’d forgotten to come to a stop, failing to pay attention to the upcoming light pole as she absent mindedly continued her speedy pace on the power lines. One head bump and one dazed cat falling off the power lines later, Yoruichi found herself nursing a bruised noggin with both paws as she tried to glance over to where she’d seen the eccentric store keeper and long time friend. “Kisuke?” she said after a few head rubs later as she finally stood on all fours and made her way over to the man.

He looked a bit off today and she suspected, with slight annoyance, that it might have had something to do with the bar he was standing in front of at the moment. It was obvious he’d crashed at the place, either that or in the dumpster next to it for all she knew, and even though his clothes had the smell of carnations about them for whatever strange reason, her feline nose caught the smell of alcohol on his breath which confirmed her suspicion of him having a drunken night.

“Ahh, so here you are. I was looking for you at your shop earlier today you know.” Yoruichi spoke with a bit of annoyance in her tone as she came to a stop in front of the hermit and sat with her tail curling around her, “but now instead, I find you… *here*” she spoke again while motioning to the bar with her head at the last part. Kisuke was a grown man of course and could take care of himself just fine, but it seemed he hadn’t changed much from the 36 years they’d been apart, and even now it still bugged her a bit that he’d over done it and got smashed the night before, which was just plain reckless. Especially with Arrancar and Shinigami paying daily visits to the town.

“Damn it Kisuke, what if some Hollow or Arrancar had of found you and decided to take advantage of you in your drunken state?... No pun intended of course…” Yoruichi continued as she made her annoyance evident, her amber eyes glaring at him. “…and don’t you dare try to lie to me about the drinking, I can smell it on your breath...”.

Urahara blinked. Surely his breath didn't smell that bad? He exhaled on his hand and sniffed. "Oh that's what hangover smells like," He thought. He shook his head and tried his best for a smile. "Yoruichi-san, i'd be more worried about Mr. Bee Feet in there," he gestured to the bar, "Than any hollow wanting to, quote unquote, "Take advantage of me," as it were."

He yawned. This particular yawn was long and it confirmed any suspicions about a long and very fun night. After this particularly extensive yawn occurred he remembered the post-fight song, where everyone gathered 'round the piano like old chums for a tune or two. "Besides, the hollow would have to maneuver past a friend or two to get to me." A curious thought occurred in his brain. "Oh! Oh! Yoruichi-san, have you ever sung "Come Together," by the Beatles with some old friends? A truly wondrous experience." He winced.

Whoops. He had indirectly confirmed a post-barfight song in which an intellect like Yoruichi-san's would most likely make the connection with the actual barfight. And the bruises on his arms wouldn't help. Don't make the connection Yoruichi-san. Please? If there was one thing he couldn't take, it was Yoruichi-san's disapproval. Come to think of it, with all his tom-foolery and antics he has to endure that treatment often. Still hoping to change the subject, he waited.