I don't normally do drabbles.. I'm not that talented to cram a whole bunch of awesomeness into 200 words or less.

A Bleach Drabble

A/N: If you know Bleach you should be able to understand the implied characters. I was feeling bored and didn't feel like creating a FULL one shot or whatever. A little angsty.

His pupils dilated and lungs constricted almost painfully against his chest. The usual chaos of sound was drowned out momentarily by shock. Muscles tensed and twitched beneath his skin. How was it possible that such a tiny ball of black fur could invoke such physical reactions from him? Such powerful reactions from an artificial body. How many times would he experience disappointment because it wasn't her?

"Here Kitty."

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It was something he did out of habit. It was the first thing he did in the morning while whistling a centuries old tune. Jinta and Ururu once asked Tessai why Urahara went to all the trouble.

"If you were out traveling wouldn't you want a place to come back to?"

The comment seemed to be lost on the children, but they watched as Urahara set out a dish of milk as he always did every morning.

"Why did he stop?" Ururu asked Tessai a week after Urahara had stopped setting out milk for cats.

Urahara heard the girl's question and patiently he waited for Tessai's answer.

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Silently, she cursed that little girl who revealed her presence. Then she saw his face and the way his eyes lit up at the sight of her. In an instant she was swept up into his arms and she knew it was over.

"Yoruichi! You've come back!"

He swung her through the air like a fool and was grinning genuinely. She sighed inwardly. Despite his display it was good to be home.

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It was a cool summer night when they returned from the Soul Society. Tessai and the children had already gone to bed hours go. After a much earned bath Yoruichi searched for her old friend, but she was having no such luck.

Strolling out into the night air her nose was assaulted by the smell of pipe tobacco. Urahara's back was to her, his legs crossed and a long pipe in his hand.

She brushed herself against the man's leg before settling herself in his lap. With a contented sigh he held the cat close to him. Yoruichi transformed herself back into a human, it was one of the few times she wanted to be in this form. Urahara threw his robe over Yoruichi instinctively and held her tighter against him.