"Kenma, what are you hiding from me?"
Yoruichi pressed the question so directly that Kenma stopped pouring tea and then returned to normal.
Pushing the brewed tea in front of Yoruichi, he saw that Yoruichi had a solemn look on his face, without the slightest hint of joking.
He didn't take the tea, but looked straight at him with those golden eyes.
"I am not a fool. I am more or less aware of some of your secret actions. I also thought about waiting for you - waiting for you to take the initiative to tell me."
"But now that my father has passed away and Yushiro is so young, I only have you by my side!"
"You are my husband, but now I really don't know if I can continue to trust you!"
Yoruichi's voice was a little hoarse, and his brows showed seriousness.
Since her father left, an invisible pressure has been placed on Yoruichi's shoulders, making her breathless.
Shikokuin Family is strong and powerful, but it is also a heavy burden on her shoulders.
Even if she wants to find someone else to shoulder the responsibility with her - her younger brother Yushiro is still young and is the object of her protection.
Only her husband Kenma is left around.
But her husband had hidden so much from her secretly, and she really didn't know if she could still rely on him at this time.
So she came here today.
We must figure this out no matter what!
"Kenma, tell me--"
"At least give me a safe signal so that I can continue to trust you - continue to treat you as my husband."
On Yoruichi's beautiful face, the delicate facial features rubbed together, revealing fear and anxiety.
How come Kenma still can't feel it when his wife expresses her feelings so intuitively.
His father was newly deceased and his younger brother was young, but as a husband, he could not give Yoruichi the most basic sense of security - these were all things that he had ignored before.
If Yoruichi hadn't expressed it today, he wouldn't have even noticed that his wife was under such pressure.
Kenma suddenly felt an indescribable guilt in his heart. He stood up and walked to Yoruichi, gently pulling her into his arms.
Feeling his wife's body trembling slightly due to emotion in his arms, his voice became deeper and deeper.
"Yoruichi, believe me, I never wanted to hurt you."
"I also admit that I have indeed hidden something from you, but I just don't know how to tell you in a proper way."
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Yoruichi raised his head and looked up at Kenma, the redness in his eyes getting thicker.
"The proper way? Tell me these things directly - can't you?"
"Shisui and Fugaku all know about you. Even Toji Fushiguro, who spends all day doing nothing at home, knows about it. But as your wife, you have always kept me in the dark."
"In your heart, I am afraid that my wife is not as subordinate as Shisui, and she is more worthy of your closeness and trust--"
"Sometimes I wonder, am I still your wife?"
When his wife's words reached his ears, the shame and guilt in Kenma's heart became deeper and deeper, and the arms holding Yoruichi subconsciously became stronger.
"Hmm--"
Feeling a sudden squeezing feeling from her husband's arms, Yoruichi couldn't help but make an uncomfortable dull sound.
Kenma reacted and immediately regained his strength.
"Sorry, Yoruichi--"
The eyebrows on that solemn face were furrowed at this moment, revealing a feeling of pity.
Her husband's cautious expression caught Yoruichi's eyes, which made her feel at ease, and then she shook her head gently.
Her husband's hot body temperature was transmitted through her clothes, and Yoruichi felt as if her whole body was wrapped in her husband's warmth.
"Kenma Tell me."
"Obviously I am your wife, but I don't know anything - I cannot accept this kind of thing."
Seeing Yoruichi's pitiful expression, Kenma's heart became even more moved.
He sighed and asked, "Yoruichi, what do you want to know?"
"Of course all of it! All of it!"
Hearing Kenma's words, Yoruichi's long-awaited mood almost came to an end, and the expression on his face immediately became richer.
After reacting, she suddenly took off Kenma's arms, waved her hands, and slapped the table hard, causing the tea in the cup to splash.
"Why do you think you can get away with it by just explaining part of it to me?"
"Are you looking down on me? I'm not that easy to deal with.
"Explain everything to me clearly."
Seeing his wife's sudden change of attitude, Kenma breathed a sigh of relief for some reason.
Kenma was really not used to the somewhat weak and helpless look he had before.
At this time, Yoruichi's lively temperament was the wife he was familiar with.
He stepped forward and grabbed Yoruichi's wrist and took her into his arms again.
Yoruichi looked startled, then his eyes softened.
"It's true - you're being serious. I really don't like the heavy atmosphere just now, and I don't like the depressing way of getting along with you."
That's why she burst out suddenly, sweeping away the repression between the two.
Yoruichi always felt that if the atmosphere just continued, the two of them would be like a man and a woman in some tragedy.
She didn't like the tragedy unfolding like this.
"Yoruichi, I don't like it either."
Kenma Although he didn't know what she was really thinking, he could feel that Yoruichi was obviously forcing himself to calm down at this moment.
And underneath this cheerful appearance, I still feel uneasy deep inside.
"I prefer the lively you. Although you are a bit noisy, rude, and not doing business, that is the real you."
Kenma's speech, Yoruichi's first half was fine, but halfway through I felt something was wrong.
"You're serious, are you really complimenting me when you say this? Why do I feel like you are scolding me in a roundabout way?"
"It's your illusion."
Kenma looked away slightly to prevent himself from looking at Yoruichi.
But between his eyebrows, there was a sense of relaxation unconsciously.
The pitiful expression before was really hard for Kenma to handle.
It's still Yoruichi now, and it's easier to get along with him.
"Really?"
Yoruichi squinted his eyes, with obvious disbelief on his face.
Then he sighed, not intending to dwell too much on this.
"Forget it, this kind of thing is not important."
"Now is the time to tell me the things you have hidden."
When it came to business, the expression on Kenma's face dropped.
"Yoruichi, I can tell you everything, but it's too troublesome to talk about. I'd better wait until tomorrow to take you to see it in person, so that you can understand it better."
"It seems that there is more than just a little bit hidden from me."
Yoruichi complained, feeling relieved for some reason.
It doesn't matter if you tell her orally or take her to see it with her own eyes, as long as you can tell her and don't hide it from her.
Kenma paused and then said, "But there is something that must be completed before I say it."
"What's the matter?" Yoruichi asked.
Kenma let go of Yoruichi, walked to the knife rest aside, and picked up his Zanpakuto.
"Yoruichi, you should still remember my Zanpakuto ability, right?"
Yoruichi nodded. She had seen Kenma's ability with her own eyes when Kisuke Urahara, Mayuri Kurotsuchi and Soifon were released from prison.
"So you want to connect with me?"
"That's right." Kenma said solemnly, "This is the only way I can feel relieved."
Seeing Yoruichi's face gradually becoming serious, Kenma suppressed the trace of guilt in his heart.
"I know you are dissatisfied with this, but other than that, I have no other choice. I'm sorry--"
Kenma was interrupted directly by Yoruichi before he finished speaking.
"I agree!"
"As long as we build a Iron Pact-like relationship with you, right? You and I have been husband and wife for a long time. It doesn't matter whether we have this or not."
Kenma's eyes widened slightly, and Yoruichi's answer was so straightforward that it was beyond his expectation.
Seeing his appearance, Yoruichi waved his hand and urged, "You don't have to think so much. I understand your temperament to some extent. If this can reassure you, then do this."
"----Sorry, Yoruichi."
Kenma no longer struggled, and slowly pulled out Zanpakuto, the blade lit up with a faint Clear Light.
Seeing the light on the knife turn into an almost invisible thread, connected to his body, Yoruichi's eyes flickered, and he had inexplicable thoughts.
Kenma Ah, I am boarding your chariot, right?