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change. (Bleach: Urahara Kisuke and Shihouin Yoruichi; theme #21)
Title: change.
Author: beneathabridge/ yes. this is sarah.
Pairing: Urahara Kisuke and Shihouin Yoruichi
Fandom: Bleach
Theme: #21- Violence; pillage/plunder; extortion
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or anything else of Tite Kubo’s, including, but not limited to, his house, his car, his mother, or his soul. Tragic, I know.

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“I’m going to grow my hair out,” Yoruichi announced one day over dinner.

Kisuke scoffed and made a little derisive noise, flipping the arms of his long white robes out of his way. “No, you’re not. You like it short. How can you fight with long hair flying around in your face?”

“I can do whatever I want,” she replied simply, leaning forward slightly, challenging him to contradict her. “Besides, I need a change.”

Kisuke shook his head, his blonde hair gleaming in the soft light like golden straw, but he made no further comment. He was sure that this, too, would pass.

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When he saw her much later, after years of separation, he was surprised at how long her hair was.

“How long has it been?” he asked quietly.

“Fifty years, give or take a few.” She tried to keep her voice flippant, but an edge of longing had crept into it. As if satisfying a nervous tick, she flipped her head so that her long dark hair tumbled over her shoulder in a twilight cascade.

When the ring of her voice faded, a strained silence set in. It was tight and Yoruichi felt that it was ready to snap at any moment.

Kisuke watched as the sun traveled a long inch across the sky, moving slowly but surely away from him. “Your hair is long.”

She didn’t reply immediately. When she finally spoke, it was quietly. “You’ve changed, too.”

He barely had time to breathe before she kissed him. She was pushing him hard, with her mouth, with her whole body, trying to take something from him that she had been missing for so long—something that was sweet and supple and gushed forth from all that they shared. These things, these feelings, were unchanging, even when everything else shifted, grappled, and became new.