The Outrageous

Weekend, Urahara Shop.

"Goodness, isn't this Miss Kuchiki?" Kisuke Urahara wore the same dark green clothes he had worn for over a decade, along with a green-and-white checkered bucket hat. A black coat hung over them, and a towel rested on his shoulder. He looked as though he had just finished working.

"Swindler!" The moment Rukia saw Kisuke Urahara, she rushed over, grabbed him by the collar, and shook him. "The Gikon you sold me was defective!"

"Don't say that~" Kisuke Urahara waved his hand awkwardly. "Didn't I already have someone deal with it?"

"Huh?"

"...Huh?" Seeing the bewilderment on Rukia's face, Kisuke Urahara suddenly felt that something was wrong. That Yuko—she hadn't ignored his words, had she?

No, wait. Come to think of it, Yuko often ignored him.

Kisuke Urahara's voice weakened. "Th-there should be someone, right?"

Please, say there was!

"No! Swindler!" Rukia released him in annoyance and folded her arms. "Compensate me! Otherwise, I'll expose this matter..."

"Please, don't!" Kisuke Urahara hurriedly invited her to sit down, then had Senta and Suzu bring tea and snacks to entertain her properly.

He rubbed his hands together like a merchant out to make a deal and said, "Well, why don't you think about it more carefully?"

"Did someone with long red hair—or perhaps long white hair—who looked a little like your homeroom teacher happen to appear at the scene?"

"Could it be..."

"You do know something, don't you?" Rukia's expression turned serious. "Are you very familiar with Teacher Yuko?"

Kisuke Urahara breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed Yuko hadn't left him hanging.

He had known Yuko wouldn't just stand by and watch someone die.

"Well, if you're asking whether we're familiar, then yes, to some extent." Kisuke Urahara returned to his usual lazy manner and opened his folding