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Urahara Kisuke
November 2004
“Are you sure about this Kisuke?”
A frown tugged at the edges of his mouth. Deft fingers twitched with restrained muscle memory, itching to reach for what he could feel sitting uselessly within the folds of his hallmark attire. But he had long since abandoned his characteristic fan this evening. This was no time for gimmickry and certainly not a time for any further concealment.
Glazed-over and storm-grey eyes lowered in sullen reflection. I have already concealed far far too much.
“Ow!” Kisuke massaged the base of his skull, fingertips circling where his very perturbed feline friend had taken it upon herself to—in the most literal sense of the term—smack him out of his thoughts. Maybe it says something about himself that all his friends and family are viciously violent when faced with the unknown. That's a subject matter to explore another night, however.
A breathy inpatient huff was aired beside him and his eyes glanced towards the small disruption of dust particles that now swirled upwards from his friend's foot; tapping in irritated repetition on the dry dirt below.
“Well? Answer me then!” Yoruichi forcefully requested whilst her golden glare bore into him.
He pulled in a strong breath. It wasn't often that he needed to take measures to steady his nerves. He had of course been trained for the majority of his life to crush all signs of such things—internally and externally—and with nothing but a mere subconscious thought.
Tonight though.
Tonight he needed to breathe deeply.
“I am sure.”
Yoruichi’s ire seemed to deflate somewhat. Her on-edge posture appeared to relax ever so slightly too, and the previously floating flecks of dust at her feet began to settle along with her. She was clearly taking the word of her lifelong best friend at face value.
She should know better by now. Kisuke thought with bitter amusement.
So he spoke again.
“Unfortunately, however,” He paused, only for a well-measured second whilst finally lifting his gaze back towards the situation in front of them."What I am sure of, is not what I believe you are hoping I am.” Kisuke's voice came out dangerously quiet without his consent.
This night had an unbearably fragile nature to it, and his subconscious seemed to have resorted to softly speaking his words, as if in a futile attempt to not shatter it. Interesting. Kisuke mused but quickly withdrew from his introspection to continue. This time his voice complied, falling out of him steady. Firm. Solem.
“What I am sure about Yoruichi-san, is that this night will undoubtedly end in catastrophe.”
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