Hello there! This is a sequel to 'Changes'. I just couldn't leave these two alone for that long! I love writing them too much. ^_^ I'm not sure how long this fic will be, but it will definitely be longer than a few chapters. I hope you'll enjoy what I've got in store for these two (and others along the way...). There will be lots of lemon. As always, all characters belong to Tite Kubo.

"You know, if you keep sweeping that floor, you may just completely dissolve the wood." The shopkeeper shot a glare over to the tiny redhead who was smirking at him. "Relax, old man. He'll be here."

Urahara breathed out a soft sigh. "Would you just let me be, Jinta-san?" He mumbled to himself, setting the broom to the side. As much as he was loathe to admit it, the younger helper was correct. If he continued, he would need a new floor. Which wouldn't be ideal because he really did not want to redo the store. He looked back over at the broom and debated about picking it back up.

"Go outside, Urahara-san," the tiny bluebird mod soul spoke up from where she stood on top of the shop counter. "All you are going to do is pace back in forth in here, and I hate seeing you do that. It gives me a headache." She humphed and crossed her arms across her small chest.

Bowing slightly, Urahara looked down at the freshly swept floor. "My apologies, Ririn. My nervous energy is a bit...high right now."

"You can say that again," Kurōdo spoke up from down on the floor.

Urahara removed himself from the shop, going out to sit on his porch front. He looked up at the sky and saw that the sun was not where he was hoping it would be. Today was an important day - today was the day that he and Ichigo were going to leave to go on vacation for a few weeks. School was over with at 3pm for the summer. Having spoken to Isshin about it before he had asked Ichigo, he had been given the okay for a few weeks, but not the entire summer. He understood and was grateful to his friend for trusting him. He still could not believe how lucky he was that no one seemed to care too much about their age difference, nor did they really care about their relationship all that much. And, for once, it was quiet. There were no more surprise attacks, or unknown entities that had shown themselves in Karakura. Who knows how long it will stay that way?

"Alright, there, Kisuke?" He looked down and saw his least favorite animal had appeared before him.

"Yoruichi-san," he drawled out. "What brings you here?" He sat down on the porch, letting his feet dangle off the side of the ledge. His feet hit the ground, so he pushed back to let them dangle more. The black cat made her way to his lap and sat down. "Really, Yoruichi-san?"

Not bothering to move, the black cat laid her head down on her paws. "Why are you outside? I figured you would be inside still packing, Kisuke."

"I've been packed for two days. And the others told me I needed to stop sweeping the floor, so I came out here." He began to run his hand through the black fur, enjoying how she was purring contentedly. "I don't know what's wrong with me, Yoruichi..."

Yawning and stretching out her body, Yoruichi purred. "You're just nervous, Kisuke. It's going to be fine. You guys are going to your place, yes? Then what have you got to be worried about?"

"What if he gets bored?" Urahara whined. "I don't want him to get bored of me, Yoruichi. It's different when we're here because we've got everyone surrounding us. But over there? Over there we'll be all alone together."

Jumping off of his lap, yellow eyes glared at him. "Try and contain your excitement while I'm on your lap, Kisuke. Please."

Blushing, the shopkeeper gazed at the cat. "Gomennasi, Yoruichi-san. Just the thought of being alone with him makes me quite excited."

"Clearly." The cat stretched in the sun, then sought shade once more. "If you feel like it's not going the way you've planned, it's not like you don't know people there. Just...head into Rukongai, or meet up with some of the others there. You know that no one in the Gotei cares about your relations with one another, and I doubt they'll care too much if you're there on holiday."

Pulling his striped hat lower on his head, Urahara shrugged. "Still, I don't want to impose on anyone."

"How about we just take it day to day, then?" Urahara looked up and smiled at the orange-haired teen that appeared. He smiled as the youth leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. "Would you stop worrying already, old man? I told you, everything is going to be fine." Ichigo set his travel bag down on the porch.

"Konnichiwa Urahara-san!" As Ichigo pulled back from him, he saw Orihime standing behind his lover with both Sado and Ishida. "Sorry we kept you waiting!"

Pushing up his glasses, the Quincy let out an annoyed sigh. "They made us stay a bit after to finalize our course schedule for the next semester. And if I have to hear Kurosaki-san whine again, it will be too soon."

Laughing, Urahara stood up and brushed off his pants. "You all did not need to come down here. I figured the lot of you would already have plans for your summer break." He tipped his hat lower. He looked over at Orihime and saw that she was scratching Yoruichi's small head. "Now, you guys know that if anything should happen, you can tell Miss Kitty over there and she can let us know, yes?"

"Hai," Orihime smiled up at him. Urahara felt a larger smile appear on his face as he watched the girl. "Don't worry, Urahara-san. We'll keep this town safe while you two are gone." He pulled out his fan and fanned himself, causing the redhead to giggle.

Ichigo coughed indiscreetly. Looking over at him, Urahara couldn't help but smile. "Someone is anxious, yes?" He saw the orange-haired teen blush. "Fine, let's get inside, then." He looked back at the three that had come with him. "You guys have a nice few weeks. And don't be afraid to stop over here, if you want. I'm sure the others would appreciate your company very much." He bowed low to the three of them and began to walk back into the store. He didn't want to intrude on the goodbyes that were taking place between the four.

He watched as the little bluebird jumped down onto the clean floor. "Is he here? Did I just hear him?" She began to walk over to the sliding door. "Ichi-nii!" She called out. Shaking his head, Urahara looked over at the others. "Ururu, please make sure that nothing falls to the wayside while I'm gone."

"Hey!" Jinta said. "What about me? I'm older!" He leaned against the counter, popping his gum.

"Okay, Urahara-san," Ururu spoke quietly and gave a polite courtesy. She turned to Jinta and smacked him hard on the shoulder.

"Ow!" The redhead cried out, rubbing his shoulder. "What was that for?" He glared at the tiny pig-tailed girl. Urahara rolled his eyes and continued down the hall to his bedroom, where he picked up his bag and set it on the bed. He unzipped it and began to rummage through it, just to make sure he had everything that he wanted to pack. He sighed softly as he felt a warm body press against his back.

"Why are you even bringing any clothes?" Ichigo whispered into his ear. He groaned softly as he felt the teen's lips gently tug on his earlobe. "I thought that going to your place in Soul Society meant that we didn't have to wear anything clothes..."

Turning around, he wrapped his arms around his lover. "Ah, but it always wise to be prepared. Please tell me you packed clothes, Ichigo. As much as I enjoy the thought of you running around my property in absolutely nothing, one should also have a change of clothes. Just in case." He pulled back and looked down into auburn eyes and grinned. "You are such a little tease."

Laughing, Ichigo shrugged. "What? You didn't give me a chance to say anything. It's not my fault when you look into my eyes, I can't hide anything from you." Ichigo blushed a tiny bit, making Urahara's stomach flip-flop in a pleasant way. "Of course I brought clothes, Kisuke. Don't worry." He closed his eyes as he felt Ichigo's lips brush against his cheek once more. "Now, I don't know about you, but I'd really like to get out of here. Can we please go? Now?"

"I don't know..." Urahara let his arms drop and walked over to his bag. "I'm sure there are a few things I'm forgetting..."

Ichigo flopped onto the bed and groaned, laying face down. "Kisuke..."

"Oh, no. Don't you start whining to me," Urahara smirked. "If you think the Quincy can't tolerate it, what makes you think I can?"

Turning over, Ichigo looked up at him. "Because you love me?"

"I suppose," Urahara let another sly smile appear on his face. He grabbed his bag and zipped it back up. Walking over to his bedroom door, he looked back at Ichigo. "Well? Are you going to come downstairs with me? Or are you just going to lay in my bed without me?" Before he allowed the youth to reply, he quickly exited the room and headed to the trapdoor in the floor in the hallway. He raised it up and began to walk down the long ladder. When he approached the bottom, he saw that Ichigo was only a few rungs above him. Stepping to the side, he smiled at him. "So, did you bring Kon with you?"

Ichigo stood up and nodded. He pulled out the blue mod soul marble from his pocket. "Of course." He popped the tiny marble into his mouth, Urahara watching as his soul popped out of his body. He turned to look at his lover, seeing him dressed in his traditional shinigami clothes. Glancing back at the mod soul, he saw Kon stretch and groan. "Oy! Ichigo! How long you gonna be gone?"

"A few weeks," Ichigo said. They had talked about this before. They both felt it was better to not mislead the mod soul for fear of something silly happening. "If anything, and I mean it, anything happens send word to us, okay?" Urahara watched the two look-a-likes stare at each other. I wonder if... He blushed as Ichigo looked over at him. "Quit thinking like that."

Urahara blush deepened and pulled out his fan again, fanning himself for two reasons. One, to partially cool him off and two, to hide his blush. "What ever do you mean, Ichigo?"

"I can see it in your eyes, Kisuke," the teen glanced at him. "And no way. Never going to happen."

The mod soul looked at him. "No, thanks. I prefer my lovers with breasts, thanks." Kon began to ascend the stairs. "See you guys in a few weeks then!" He raced up the stairs before Ichigo could continue to scream and yell at him, telling him what not to do while they were gone. As if the mod soul would actually listen to his request. Chuckling, Urahara pulled Benihime out from her place by his waist and held her in his hands.

"Are you ready to depart, Ichigo?" Urahara asked, holding her out in front of him.

"I suppose so," Ichigo walked over to him and wrapped his arms around his waist from behind. "Are you ready for this?"

Taking a deep breath, Urahara called on the Senkaimon with Benihime and watched as the sliding doors began to open. "Truthfully?" He said quietly.

"Always," Ichigo nodded as he stepped back to stand beside him. "Are you having second thoughts, Kisuke?"

"No!" Urahara said, looking at him. "I'm just...I'm nervous, that's all." He felt his pulse quicken as he looked at his lover. "A few weeks is a long time..."

Chuckling, Ichigo walked over to him. "Don't worry, Kisuke. I'm sure that once the time is over, we'll wish we had decided to stay for longer. Now, come on. Let's go before the Senkaimon closes." He watched as his lover walked through the gateway to Soul Society. He followed him, holding on to his bag tightly.

Here goes nothing.

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A/N: Well, if you've read 'Changes', I'm sure you've got a pretty good idea what delicious things I've got planned for these two. If you haven't, don't worry. I'm sure you'll still enjoy everything. At least I hope you will. And as stated above, there will be some other...people? ^_^ Thanks for reading!