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Title: Lunch
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Kubo-sensei. I write this purely for entertainment purposes.
Rating: K+
Pairing/Characters: Urahara/Yoruichi
Word Count: 401
Warnings: Sexual innuendo, but that's really a given for these two.
Summary: In which hunger and bribery are two very formidable forces.
A/N: I noticed I had several drabbles on my computer that was just rotting on my hard drive. I figured I might as well post'em. Mostly my endeavors at being humorous and fluffy, though there will inevitably be angsty ones as well.

Karakura town was filled with various places to eat, with lots of variety and kind people. Bored and done with various chores around the house, Yoruichi stepped through the threshold where Urahara currently tinkered with his latest, crazy idea. Clearing her throat, he looked away from his project and a wide grin spread across his face.

"Yoruichi-san!"

"I'm hungry."

"There's plenty of food in the fridge. I'm sure there's some yogurt, cheese, milk, or other dairy product you could indulge in."

She crossed her arms. "While that may be true, I'm thinking a nice lunch out somewhere would do us some good. One, neither of us would have to cook. Two, fresh air is nice. Three, it's time you got out of this stuffy place, bathed, and wore something other than that nasty haori and stupid hat."

He stared at her, his eyes widening into that 'wounded puppy' look she hated oh so much. "Why, Yoru-san, I thought you liked my quirky ensemble?"

"I do, but only when you haven't been sitting in it for three days straight, cooped up doing one of your experiments." Offhandedly, she added, "I think I may have made a mistake in giving you that hat… Please, just get off your ass and accompany me to lunch. I'll make it worth your while..."

"Oh, Yoru-san, there's no need for bribery, not that I mind when you sweeten the pot," he winked and she rolled her eyes. He removed whatever contraption he had on his head, something which had a monocle and light affixed to it, then stretched mightily with his hands reaching far above him. "Where do you care to dine, my lovely kitty-cat?"

"I'm not completely sure, but while you shower and dress - no apparel which resembles a hat, geta, or your haori - I will search the 'net." Yet again, that 'wounded puppy' look came upon his face. She rolled her eyes again and stepped closer to him, but stopped and waved a hand dramatically beneath her nose. "Kisuke, you reek! Either you shower and change or there will be no afternoon dessert."

"I didn't know they served dessert at this time of day..." He gazed at her quizzically only to receive a suggestive eyebrow raise from her. Upon reflection, he sprinted to the bathroom.

Grinning at her victory, she walked from the room contemplating whether she wanted tempura or sushi for lunch.