With the Captains suffering casualties and heavy injuries on their side, all hope seemed to be lost... until Shinji Hirako appeared, along with the rest of the former Shinigami. Though the aid of the Vizards certainly helped to draw the battle in their favor, it seemed Aizen's power alone proved too much for them.
'Urahara Shouten, huh? This must be tha place!' The silver-haired beauty mused to herself before quietly slipping inside, garbed in her Shinigami uniform. She had heard the other Shinigami ranting and raving about this place and wanted to see what the fuss was about. Maybe she'd even be able to acquire some of those new fangled gadgets to make her job easier, which in turn would give her more time to do the things she really wanted to do.
As the shinigami entered the shop she heard metal clattering around loudly from a back room. Kisuke exited the room with what looked like oil splattered on his cheek. He quickly closed the door behind him hiding the contents of the room. He noticed the woman staring at him with an odd expression on her face.
He quickly wiped the oil off his face and threw on his signature green and white striped hat. Kisuke put his hand on the back of his head and smiled as he looked at the woman. "Hi there, what can I do for you?"
"I'm sure there's lots o' things you can do for me, sugah." Akesato drawled out in her thick kansai* accent, winking flirtatiously at the man. Proof that you can take the girl out of the brothel but you can't take the brothel out of the girl. "You must be Urahara-han*," She flipped her long silver locks over her shoulder and stared at the man for several seconds, fighting the strong urge she had to touch that nifty hat he was wearing (among other things). He probably wouldn't appreciate that. "Tha name's Noguchi Akesato, pleased ta meetcha'." She tore her violet eyes away his hat and offered him a quick but polite bow. "What kind o' stuff do ya sell here anyways?" She glanced around the place, it seemed just like a normal store, nothing out of the ordinary.
*Kansai accent would be the equivalent of a southern accent in English.
"Thats a pretty deep accent you have, where are you from?" Kisuke tipped his hat up so that his eyes would be liberated from the shadow cast by the brim of the hat. He saw Akesato's eyes follow the movement of the hat. He took off the hat and slowly extended his right arm to the side of his body. Akesato's eyes followed the hat. "Huh? Oh I'm sorry but my hat isn't on sale today."
Kisuke smiled as she asked what he sold. "What do I sell here? This is just a normal run of the mill candy shop of course!" Kisuke smiled as he his hat back on his head. "Maybe if you tell me what you're doing here I can tell you what kind of 'candy' you might be interested in."
>>>"Thats a pretty deep accent you have, where are you from?"<<<
"Southern Rukongai, District 77."It was a short and simple answer, and Akesato hoped he wouldn't ask her to go into anymore detail than that. It was bad enough she had to grow up in that shitty place and she certainly didn't want to relive old memories.
>>>"Huh? Oh I'm sorry but my hat isn't on sale today."<<<
She stuck out her bottom lip and fake pouted a bit, topping it off with the highly effective puppy-dog eyes. Unfortunately, her efforts to guilt him into handing over his hat proved to be useless on this man.
>>>"Maybe if you tell me what you're doing here I can tell you what kind of 'candy' you might be interested in.<<<"
"Well now, Urahara-han," Akesato flashed him a naughty little grin as she thought about what she'd say next. As an ex-courtesan she always had a way with words, especially when it came to the opposite sex. "I do believe that tha only sweet thing I'm interested in is standin' right in front o' me! But I'm guessin' you ain't for sale either." She threw her head back and laughed heartily, her large bosoms noticeably jiggling with the movement.
As Akesato revealed where she had gotten her accent Kisuke couldn't help but notice her reluctance to mention the place. Apparently it reminded her of a bad time, but it helped make her who she was. Kisuke stopped smiling for a moment, "You know, our childhood, no matter how bad it was, helps make us who we are. Its not something we can just forget, no matter how hard we try." The smile returned to his face, "Besides! If you didn't live there you would have never gotten that sexy accent!" Kisuke held out his arm and up the peace sign as he said this enthusiastically.
Kisuke grinned as she told him that what she wanted. "Being a good looking candy shop keeper that I am, I get that a lot. Its your lucky day! I cost a healthy price of 10,000,000,000 yen! Hahaha!" Kisuke put up his hands showing Akesato ten fingers.
>>>"You know, our childhood, no matter how bad it was, helps make us who we are. Its not something we can just forget, no matter how hard we try."<<<
Akesato looked to the floor for a few seconds, thinking about what he just said. It was true, there would be no way she'd ever be able to forget her life in the Rukongai. A whore is a whore. You can change her clothes and give her a katana, but that still doesn't change who she is and what she's done.
>>>"Besides! If you didn't live there you would have never gotten that sexy accent!"<<<
"Ya think my accent is sexy?" She looked up at him, blinking in disbelief. Normally, Akesato was self conscious of the way she spoke. Often times people would assume she was stupid because of it. It felt good to not be judged for once. "Then you should see tha rest of me, darlin'." She winked suggestively, twirling a lock if hair around her finger. She was really enjoying herself, shamelessly flirting with the hunky shopkeep with the spiffy hat.
>>>"Being a good looking candy shop keeper that I am, I get that a lot. Its your lucky day! I cost a healthy price of 10,000,000,000 yen! Hahaha!"<<<
"10,000,000,000 yen? That's a bargain for sure." She chuckled, reaching into her cleavage and pulling out a tiny coin purse, jingling it for emphasis. "I'm fraid I can't afford that on the salary of an unseated officer. But--" She put her coin purse away and instead pulled out a deck of cards. "I'm more o' the gamblin' type myself. So how bout a friendly game o' Oicho Kabu?" With a few quick hand movements, she shuffled the deck, demonstrating her expertise gained by several years spent gambling in the streets of Rukongai. "If I win, you gotta take me on a date. A nice one. Dinner and dancin' and all that mess." She grinned mischeviously, knowing that as a professional gambler of sorts, the odds were in her favor. "And if you win," She tapped her chin thoughtfully. She really didn't have anything of value to offer this man. Well, except for -one- thing but he probably wouldn't be interested in that."I guess I'll let you choose what you want. Less' you're too scared, o' course."
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Kisuke watched as Akesato skillfully shuffled the deck of cards. He smiled nervously and waved his hands in front of him at her proposal of a card game. "You seem to be very experienced with those cards. How do you play this Oi-cho Kabu? How about you teach me while we play"
Kisuke walked out from behind the counter and opened a door leading to a back room with pillows and a table in the middle. He walked into the room and plopped down on some pillows beside the table and pulled out a bottle of sake. "Would you care for some sake while we play our game?"
Akesato happily followed Urahara to the back and took a seat on one of the pillows. She perked up at the mention of sake. Drinking was one of her other hobbies, aside from gambling of course. "Why, Urahara-han," A faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She was really looking forward to sampling some of Karakura Town's sake. "Are you trying ta get me drunk? Such a naughty man you are! Course' I'd love some sake." She teased him, giggling slightly. Little did he know, it would take A LOT more than that little bottle to intoxicate this feisty filly. "Hm, how bout we start out with somethin' a lil bit simpler than these silly ole cards?" Not wanting to completely crush his ego (beating his pants off, so to speak), she put her cards away and instead reached into her sleeve and pulled out a pair of dice. This lady was a walking gambling hall!
Luckily, the other item she needed was already sitting on the table--a bowl. "The name o' this game is Chô-Han." She threw her dice in the bowl and started shaking them around. She then slammed the bowl upside down on the table. "Now, just like tha name says,the objective of this game is ta guess whether the total o' the dice is gonna be Chô (even) or Han (odd)." She paused to brush some of her bangs out of her eyes so she could get a good look at his expression, even though his hat seemed to shadow most of his face. She blushed slightly, something quite out of character for an experienced woman such as herself. It really was refreshing to be around a man like this, so polite and easy to get along with. A far stretch from the type of men she was accustomed to. "So," She coughed to mask some of her embarassment. "Chô or Han?"
Kisuke rubbed the back of his head and smiled. "Haha, guess my plan isn't going to work this time." He picked up a cup and professionally poured the sake in and passed it to Ake. Kisuke was familiar with the game she described, it was a game of pure luck. A fifty-fifty chance of winning, unless the die were loaded, which from what Kisuke had seen from Ake thus far, was a very possible situation.
"I'd love to play, but under one condition. We use my lucky dice!" Kisuke reached into his pocket and pulled out his own personal dice which were green on the even sides and white on the odd sides. He held them up with his right hand holding one between his index and middle finger and the other between his middle and ring finger.
Last Edit: Jul 20, 2009 12:41:26 GMT -5 by akesato
