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She was gone again. Morphing into that familiar black cat the second she took a step out the door to slip into the darkness of the night in order to conceal her departure. She didn't take the time to say goodbye as usual. He had been awake as he always was when she left, even if she believed the contrary. He was quite the actor when the situation called for it. He could pretend to be asleep well enough to fool her, and he could pretend that her absence didn't affect him much at all.
The bed was still warm from the body that previously occupied it. Her scent still lingered in the air and while he relished in it the few moments it was there, it also suffocated him. It wasn't as though it was unexpected. Yoruichi was a very restless soul and preferred not to stay put for very long. He, on the other hand, was quite content in his quaint little shop in Karakura Town with Ururu, Jinta, and Tessai. It was more home than the soul society had ever been.
How interesting it was that he was being plagued by this. Of course, as a scientist his eternal goal was to dissect and discover secrets. He was to use his knowledge to create and improve upon what already existed. His mind naturally sought to find the truth about everything, perhaps which was why she intrigued him.
Regardless of how many years they had spent by each other's side, Yoruichi Shihoin was a complete mystery. Every time he thought he had Yoruichi figured out she would do something to surprise him, it completely threw him off track and she became a mystery once more. Yoruichi did have one constant though. She always came back. Maybe that was the reason for his fascination. She was familiar yet shrouded in mystery simultaneously.
While it was something he adored about her, it still didn't quell the tight grip in his chest that made it hard to breath at her endeavors. There were emotions expanding in his chest too fast for him to manage. He supposed that was what being in love was, it was utterly cliché. He was being extremely emotional, wasn't he? It was uncharacteristic of him really. He was always in control…well, unless it came to a certain golden eyed woman.
There were times when he contemplated whether he was the reason that's she left so frequently. Was he not entertaining or captivating enough to keep her interest? He would often invite little things to amuse her, but that would only be effective for a short time. Then that little green monster would rear its ugly head at the thought of perhaps another who shared her company when she was not at the shop. Could there be someone else who was keeping her interest? The concept of another placing their hands on Yoruichi in an intimate manner that only he should have been allowed to do brought forth his anger quicker than anything had ever done before.
Then he would laugh lightly to himself and mentally admonish himself for thinking such negative thoughts. He knew Yoruichi well enough to know that it was only he who was allowed such privileges. However, he did have human emotions and occasionally the thought arisen whether he wished it to or not.
He hated nights like these. He despised when she was gone again. When she morphed into that familiar black cat the second she took a step out the door to slip into the darkness of the night in order to conceal her departure. The hours of darkness when she would leave him awake with only his thoughts to keep him company. He slept little during these times.
He also abhorred when she would slip back into his bed with a purr and put his relentless thinking mind to rest. It illustrated just how much control she held over Urahara Kisuke.
It confirmed just how much he loved her.
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