A/N: Exactly 300 words. And so it ends. This is the last drabble in this rather short series. Hope you enjoyed! Review! :)

Yoruichi looked down at him and shook her head.

"Why not?" Urahara sighed.

He got to his feet and tucked away the gold ring.

"It's just not necessary," Yoruichi told him. "We're happy now, aren't we?"

"Of course, dear," Urahara agreed.

Fingering the cool metal, he resolved to try again another day.

:::

"We could do our taxes together," he pointed out.

Yoruichi's eyes brightened for a moment. For a moment, he had her.

"Kisuke, why do we have to bring labels into this?" she asked. "I like what we have. And I love you."

"And I love you," Urahara replied.

Fingering the cool metal, he resolved to try again another day.

:::

"If you're dying, don't you want me there next to you in the hospital?" Urahara inquired.

Yoruichi threw her head back and laughed for a good two minutes.

"Darling, me dying in the human world?" she retorted. "Ah well, at least I got a good laugh."

Urahara chuckled as he threaded his fingers through hers.

Fingering the cool metal, he resolved to try again another day.

:::

"Kisuke, you know how I look in white," Yoruichi complained. "It just doesn't suit me."

"I don't care," he told her, exasperated. "Wear orange if you like, sweetheart."

She snorted and rolled her eyes.

"Nobody wears orange at their own wedding, sweetheart," Yoruichi shot back.

His winning grin made her forget about his lack of knowledge, for the moment.

Fingering the cool metal, he resolved to try again another day.

:::

"If we survive this–" Urahara began.

"When we survive this," Yoruichi corrected him.

"When we survive this," he continued. "Marry me."

She took a look at the darkening sky and pressed her lips against his.

Admiring the golden shine, she wondered what had taken him so damn long.