The long awaited installment of Fifty Shades of Urahara is here!
‘I see.. you are in love with Yoruichi…Well, Yoruichi belongs to me. Technically, you belong to me too.’ Urahara said.
‘No! You bastard, Yoruichi only belongs to me!’ Soi Fong replied.
Yoruichi belongs… Yoruichi belongs…? I belong to no one, thought Yoruichi. A smile crept onto her face as she listened to the exchange between Urahara and Soi Fun on the other side of the closed fusuma.
Through the thin paper doors she could make out the scene being acted in Urahara’s living room beyond. A figure wrestled against tight bonds that held it strapped helplessly to the table. Another silhouetted figure, lean and cat-like, paced around the captive. She could imagine Urahara’s eyes deep and cruel contemplating his helpless victim. She had found herself bound and helpless in front of Urahara once before, under the red blinding ropes of the Crimson Princess.
Now Soi Fun was under those tight red ropes. She can’t help but feel slightly turned on at the fact her little disciple was now being bound by her master. She recalled those cold, cruel eyes of Urahara,. She knew their power… and their promise.
‘Stop struggling! Remember what I told you about the ropes: they will constrict you the more you struggle.’ Urahara’s voice was cold and mocking, a hint of amusement at Soi Fong’s predicament evident. ‘I did agree to share Yoruichi with you, didn’t I?’
‘Share! With you? You manipulative jerk…!’
That was a mistake for Soi Fong to say. Of course, Soi Fong was a unrelenting and a stubborn girl. She always wanted to get her way with things. She was tempted to wait a while, see what the outcome of what Soi Fong’s rash words would be. But Yoruichi had heard enough.
Captive and captor turned toward her at the sound of the fusuma being open.
(Enter Yoruichi)
‘I see, so you two are getting down to business.’
‘It’s not what it looks Lady Yoruichi!’ Soi Fon screamed through the red rope blinding her onto the wooden table in the middle of the room. ‘That pervert Kisuke Urahara did this!’
‘My, my, Soi Fon, then you should never have provoked him. So… I guess you deserved it.’ Like a cat, Yoruichi licked the back of her hands with her pointed tongue and turned her eyes on Soi Fon’s tormentor.
‘Yoruichi.’ In an instant quicker than a flash of light, Urahara produced his fan, flicked it open in front of his mouth and bowed his head towards her. Shaded now under his striped green and white hat, his eyes contemplated her respectfully. For a moment, they held each other and she caught the still glowing embers of the fire of cruelty Soi Fong must have endured only moments before. ‘It’s a surprise that you came, I was wondering where you disappeared to for so long.’
‘I told Soi Fon to give you a letter. I am here to make sure she carried out my command.’
‘The letter..’ In one swift movement Urahara reached into the sleeve of his yukata and pulled out an envelope. ‘It’s here. It says that I have to report to the Soul Society…’
‘It is very dangerous for you to back there. I came back urgently to tell you this. I never expected this turn of events. You have to be prepared. You may never return to the human world.’
‘So you are here for what… to see me off?’
‘To wish you well. And to give you a few special gifts that will help you… but before that… you understand this may be our last time?’ With a brief mocking glance down at Soi Fon, Yoruichi fixed Urahara with her eyes and strode towards him.
She had missed him, and she had done everything to save him from soul society, to the safety of the human world. But she knew, right now, at this stage of the battle above, he is needed, or their worlds may not exist anymore. Urahara was needed, for this final battle.
This may be their last moment together.. before the big battle starts. She raised a finger, traced her claw-like nail it down his cheek and across his lips. ‘… to kiss.” Then she leaned close and rested her lips against his mouth, breathing his musky scent in, sending her memories into their childhood, sparring in the underworld. Hmmm… he was the one, her one and only childhood best friend, sparing mate, and one true love. He relented, parting his, as she knew he would, then she kissed him with the passion of a fallen princess, who had sacrificed her throne to be with this lowly peasant… their love transcending societal strictures…
She breathed in the sound of his warm breath, as his heartbeat vibrated against her chest. The struggling screams of Soi Fon wrestling against her bonds reached her ears. Then her whining voice.
‘Stop kissing him! It’s so gross!’ Soi Fon screamed. “That pervert Urahara is a low caste rat, a peasant. The Princess Yoruichi should not kiss a low-life form such as that!”
‘Silence!’ Yoruichi broke off her kiss with Urahara and snapped her head sideways. She glared down at Soi Fon. “I have had enough of your nasty attitude and your foul mouth. You were nothing before I made you my prote?ge? and raised you to be Captain of the Division, I this how you reward me by behaving like a spoilt child.”
With a final lingering glance into Urahara’s deep eyes, she turned. Would that be their final kiss? The last moment of intimacy they might ever share? If it was, then that precious moment had been cruelly cut short by the behaviour of an insolent child. And the child must learn if she is not to repeat her mistake.
Yoruichi ran her nail over the naked skin of Soi Fon’s thigh that bulged from the spaces between the tight fronds that bound it.
‘The Crimson Princess is all over your skin, how does that feel?’
‘Argh! Ask that pervert to let me go!’
‘It’s so tight now, because you have been struggling, trust me, I have been under those ropes before.’
‘My Lady Yoruichi? Under his dirty red ropes!? I am going to kill that jerk!’
‘Ladies! Such a noise, such protestations!’ Urahara fanned himself uneasily, his face unreadable as he covered his expression with his fan and glowered sinisterly from under his hat. ‘Yoruichi, I suggest you punish your prote?ge?, or I will blind you beside her.”
‘I do mean to punish her.’ Yoruichi folded her arms and faced Soi Fon. ‘Very well, then let the entertainment begin.’
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Written by Averral
Edited by J
Inspired by Bleach, Tite Kubo
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AVERRAL writes under pen name Scarlet Risqué. She stars in Scarlet Queen YouTube with over a million views. She holds a degree in business. The RED HOURGLASS is ranked Top 50 Espionage Thriller on Amazon. She is currently writing the sequels to the Hourglass Series. Grab a free copy of her novel now RED HOURGLASS on Amazon |
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