return trip

The night was getting dark, and after dinner, Ichigo lay on the bed and recalled all the things that happened in the world of souls.The empty ceiling climbed into a deeper shadow, and the oppressive and breathless atmosphere spread to her limbs, her heart beat violently, and she raised her eyes again.With a vicious smile, Bai Qi propped his hands beside her, and the moonlight reflected on his excessively white face through the half-open window.

"Yo, long time no see, Ichigo." Shirasaki pressed down, increasing the weight of Ichigo's body through the thin quilt.

"Why did you appear here?" Ichigo calmed down, met Shirasaki's smile, and pushed his shoulder directly with one hand.

Shirasaki didn't move, and looked at Ichigo's hand with disgust: "Did you use force? It feels like scratching an itch."

Ichigo was resting well at first, but seeing his arrogant and unbeatable appearance, he felt unhappy, so he immediately wanted to push him directly under the quilt.

"I haven't seen you for a while, but people have become very fierce." Shirasaki's eyes were full of ferocity, he directly held Ichigo's slender wrist to restrain her movements, and stretched out his tongue to lick/flick her wrist lightly The arteries with clear blood vessels let out a piercing laugh, "Soon, soon I will devour you, from your body, to your—"

heart.

"You pervert!"

"Hehe, whatever you want to say, you feel it yourself, don't you?"

Ichigo broke out in a cold sweat, Shirasaki had long since disappeared, and the clothes stuck to her back made her uncomfortable.She wiped the fine sweat off her forehead, turned over silently, and thought of what Shirasaki said just now, she really had a vague feeling... But although Shirasaki had a bad mouth, he didn't do anything that really harmed her.

She shook her head, she was so annoyed, and went to see Uncle Urahara tomorrow.

For the Urahara store, she came here uninvited today.Jintai and Xiaoyu were sweeping the floor at the door. When Jintai saw her coming, she yelled into the room, "Manager, Orange is here."

Ichigo greeted the two of them, turned around and went straight in, and went straight to the living room that Urahara normally used to entertain guests.

Urahara sat in front of the low table in a leisurely manner. He had already sensed Ichigo's Reiatsu, and stood up unhurriedly at this moment. It seemed that Ichigo was angry with him, and the two of them didn't say a word for a while. He said, the huge room was so quiet that there was only the sound of Urahara's footsteps as he walked towards Ichigo.

"This incident is my fault, I want to apologize to you, but even so, I can't get forgiveness." Urahara bowed his head in front of her, speaking earnestly.

"Leave the apology to Rukia, she is the one who really needs it." Ichigo suppressed his inner emotions, stared at Urahara's hat, and replied like this.

Urahara lifted up his robe, and knelt down on one knee towards her, his voice was very soft, even slightly trembling: "It's great that you came back safely."

Ichigo looked down at him, trying to pull him up with his hands, but Urahara insisted.Ichigo didn't understand why he was stubborn, but this apology was actually enough: "Didn't you say it's okay, don't be like this."

"...Miss Kurosaki, can I call you Ichigo-san from now on?"

Ichigo was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "You can call it whatever you want."

Urahara held Ichigo's hand backwards, clasped her knuckles with five fingers, raised his head to reveal only the part below the bridge of the nose, and Ichigo found that the way he hooked the corner of his mouth was surprisingly charming.Urahara's voice was low and deep: "Then, in exchange, Ichigo-san can call me Kisuke."

"Eh?"

"Keep calling me uncle, I'm going to be very sad." Urahara's tone was a bit pitiful, but Ichigo was completely obedient, and he stuttered and called this new name.

Urahara flicked off the dust on his knees when he knelt down, stood up with the strength of Ichigo, his chin rested on Ichigo's right shoulder, the moist breath made Ichigo's ears itchy, his tone was ambiguous Said: "No matter what happens in the future, I will protect you, this is my promise to you."

Ichigo turned his head and saw his light-colored hair curling around his ears, and asked in a strange way: "What about the others?"

"Others? That's my area of ​​responsibility, not yours."

Ichigo heard that he was actually a little different from others in the other party's mouth, and he rarely felt joyful.

"Okay, there must be something you want to ask me when you come here today." Urahara quickly let go of her and put on a serious tone. He poured tea for Ichigo and sat down on his own, " About the void in your body."

Knowing her thoughts completely, Ichigo knelt down and discussed the matter seriously with him, but Urahara shook his folding fan and said helplessly: "I can't do anything about this matter, but the person who can help you must have been waiting for you for a long time." .”

"That is to say—"

"Don't worry, Ichigo-san. Compared to this, have you forgotten something?" Urahara narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Hearing what he said, Ichigo felt relieved, but was confused by what he said next: "?"

Urahara closed the folding fan with two fingers: "Yeichi-san said that you are going to play at the beach, and there is nothing else that can help you, so I presumptuously prepared a swimsuit for you, well, Ichigo-san should not Are you ready?"

"No, no," Ichigo reacted immediately, and she said in surprise, "No, how could you prepare such a thing!"

"When I think that Ichigo-san might be shy and embarrassed to go to the swimsuit shop, I find it interesting, and I can't help but prepare it for you." Seeing his appearance, Ichigo wondered if he wanted to praise him himself up.

"No, no need." Ichigo politely rejected him with a smirk.

Urahara said with regret: "This is the swimsuit I have carefully selected, and I think it must be Ichigo-san."

"...No way, what is it like?" Ichigo sighed while holding his forehead.

Urahara took a bag from the back room and handed it to Ichigo. Ichigo was relieved when he saw the one-piece design of the swimsuit. The neckline looked a little low, but it was still within the acceptable range. Generally speaking, it was quite satisfactory. Something went wrong.

"If you're satisfied, then it's decided." Urahara smiled.

Ichigo thought of this person's traits of a profiteer, and thought that he would definitely talk about the remuneration. Urahara could feel her emotions from her eyes, so she explained first.

"Ichigo-san doesn't need any reward, it has always been like this."

"Then what you said before—" Ichigo recalled what Urahara said before leaving, the remuneration for teaching, and according to him, the price was very high.

Urahara lowered his eyes, and a gleam flashed in his eyes: "I wanted to let you go, but since you said so, I'll ask for it."

"Huh? Hmm—"

Urahara bent forward, and Ichigo's eyes were getting closer and closer, his bright eyes were filled with his appearance, until they touched the corner of her lips, the other party subconsciously closed his eyes tightly, and he smiled It's a cute reaction, how can I put it closer to the other's lips.

Soon the hot kiss was over, Ichigo wiped the place where he had just been kissed with his fingertips, his ears were so red that he hardly dared to look at him.Compared with Aizen's bloody kiss like a trapped animal's lingering death, the emotional color of Urahara's kiss is not so strong, he just falls gently, so gentle that it is outrageous.

"Ichigo, your face is really red like a strawberry now," Urahara reached out to touch the tip of her ear, "It's very hot."

"Idiot!" Ichigo got up and almost ran away.

Urahara didn't stop her, just sat quietly on the seat and drank the tea that Ichigo hadn't even had a sip of.

No rejection is a good start.

The author has something to say: I will cut some plots, I won’t write so much, and I am getting tired day by day. .Let's finish it soon