𝙱𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙷: 𝚄𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗 (𝚄𝚛𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚡 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚒) 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝.
C𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜: Kisuke Urahara & Shinji Hirako.
𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 : 𝟽𝟿𝟶
𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜: 𝙱𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑, 𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚎 𝚄𝚛𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚡 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚒 𝙷𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚘, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚑𝚘𝚕, 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝚃𝚈𝙱𝚆, 𝙿𝚁𝙴 𝙲𝙵𝚈𝚆
A/N: This is my first oneshot! Thank you @urashin for the request~ 𖹭
The moon lit up the dark sky like a beacon shining its bright light to guide sailors home. It was quiet in Karakura Town, with most of its residents sound asleep in their homes. Kisuke Urahara was in his shop, humming as he adjusted his hat; lifting it upwards so that it wouldn't cover his eyes as he read the list of orders coming tomorrow.
He paused, a small grin appearing on his face as he looked towards the entrance of his store. The door was closed, but a familiar spiritual energy was approaching. "Well well, I wonder what he's doing here." The merchant muttered to himself, setting down his stack of papers.
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Shinji Hirako walked on the sidewalk of the street, his phone in one hand and a gift bag which contained some fancy sake in the other. "He's probably awake, I don't think I need to call him." He mumbled, closing his mobile and shoving it in his pocket.
With everything that had been going on these past few years, with Aizen and his invasion, and Yhwach's takeover of the Sereitei, he couldn't recall the last time he and Kisuke had shared a drink.
And if he had said 'thank you' for the latter's help over the years. Without Urahara after all, Shinji and the other visoreds would have...
As the merchant's goods store came into view, Shinji snapped out of his visit to memory lane, and took a deep breath instead, a lazy smile gracing his lips.He knocked at the door.
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Urahara slid open the door. "What do we have here?" He said lightly, seeing Shinji at the door. "It's been a while since we've last seen eachother, Shinji. To what do I owe the pleasure?" He chuckled.
Hirako laughed as he made his way inside, taking out the bottle of sake from the gift bag. "The pleasure is all mine, Kisuke. Hope it isn't too late for you to have drink with an old friend, is it?" He replied in turn, raising an eyebrow as he held the bottle up, almost like a challenge.
The shopkeeper laughed. "Too late to have a drink?" He waved the notion away. "Merely suggesting that kind of offends me." He joked.
The both of them walked deeper into the shop, into a small yet tidy living room, with a circular wooden table in the middle. Shinji settled on a small cushion that was on the tatami mat floor, setting the bottle of alcohol on the table while Kisuke took out some sake cups.
"You got the fancy kind." Urahara noticed as he sat infront of Shinji, taking the bottle from him to pour the liquid into their respective cups. "Any reason for that?"
Shinji sighed before taking a sip of the sake. "Perceptive as ever. I'm not here to ask for anything, God knows I already owe alot to you." He confessed, his face sobering into a solemn, almost sorrowful look, even if he was drinking.
Kisuke listened quietly, his hazel eyes examining Shinji's expression. The blond almost looked...guilty. It was an odd look on him.
He took a sip of his own sake, a small sigh escaping his lips as he spoke: "You're not usually the mopey type when you're drinking."
Hirako's eyes narrowed at him. "I'm not mopey." He replied.Kisuke poured him some more sake, before pouring himself another cup.
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The bottle had been emptied, with the two Shinigamis having drank enough alcohol to explain their current inebriated state:
Both of them had pinker cheeks than usual, with Kisuke slurring his words, while Shinji's movements were more pronounced and more frequent. His hands especially.
"I mean I never got to thank you!! You saved our frickin lives man!" Shinji said loudly, runnung a hand through his hair, closing his eyes and exhaling deeply.
Kisuke had a hiccough, before leaning forwards across the table, grabbing Shinji's other hand. "Don't wooorrryyy about it. What...what was I gonna do anyway, huh???? Jus...just leave you and the others to die??" He slurred the sentence out, his hat falling off his head.
Shinji coughed violently, choking on his spit in surprise at Kisuke's gesture. A moment passed, before he sighed and leaned slightly across the table, interlacing his fingers with Kisuke's. He looked away from Kisuke, and at his hat on the ground instead. It made him snort. "I don't know." He admitted. "But I can't imagine it was easy making a decision..."
Urahara hummed. "That's all in the paaast Shinji...I'm just glad I didn't...I didn't you know, lose you." He drawled lazily, the alcohol really doing a number on his speech skills.
Hirako squeezed his hand. "And I'm glad I didn't lose you to that bastard Sosuke either."
AKAKAKAKKAKAAK I KNOW THIS IS KINDA SHORT BUT I HAVE TO PREP FOR UNI! omg bro idk what I'm gonna major in, would psych help me write better fanfiction? 🤷♀️🤷♀️ Might lowkey end up like Easterman /hj LMAO.
How are you guys? 🥹 let me know if you have any requests, my next post is like 99% gonna be Outlast related. The other 1% is for Resident Evil, because of dada Chris. I luv Chris <3
That's dada right there TRUUUSSTTT! Loved him since I played re0-re9 + the revs and movies.












