Lovely Lies

“Because why,” you growl, old anger bubbling up at the bucket hat woman as scenes from your past come to haunt you once more, “Because I was important to your plan? Because I might be strong enough to break you from whatever control has you? Because I’m the god damned Deadman Shinigami who can erase your existence in seconds? Come on, spill it and tell me Urahara!”

Color drains from Urahara’s face as she stumbles over more of her words, your not so hidden threat frightening her but driving her to clench her fists and shout with all of her might, “B-Because I love you!”

Instead of responding you merely stand there, looking down at the **** young woman with a gaze that to all but your closest family would be unreadable. The stare is one of confusion, of trepidation, but most of all, of a deep and unyielding hurt, “You love me?”

Urahara nods quickly, her head bowing slightly as her soft grey eyes hide behind the shadow of her bucket shaped hat, “Y-Yes…a-at first I was assigned to watch you and…and to keep an eye on your movement and activities John-san. I was given your Urn by the Spirit King and…he changed my souls shape into one of a human male instead of…well…what I really am…”

Your eyes reflect no emotion as you listen to Urahara’s tale, your arms crossed as the blond haired female stands before you, “You expect me to believe that you are originally a woman when up until now everyone has been referring to you as a male?”

Urahara nods sullenly, one hand scratching the back of her neck as she mutters, “I…It has been a very long term mission John-san…”

With a dismissive snort you speak up, “I’m sure it has been…now continue.”

Urahara nods nervously as she speaks, “Y-Yes…w-well John-san, a-as I’ve said the Spirit King w-wanted me to keep an eye on you…h-he had felt your entrance into existence from the moment of your birth and h-he wanted…he wanted to…make sure you were his ally instead of his enemy…b-but eventually I...I saw you in a different light John-san...how you treated all the women in your life...I-I couldn't hold it back any longer...I...I am sorry for what I did to Yoruichi and you but I...I was jealous and...it was a moment of weakness...I'm sorry...”

One of your gloved hands rises up to the bridge of your nose, fingers squeezing at pressure relieving bone as your speak, “So…I’ve just been this little puppet on a string my entire life? Every little event that put me here has been orchestrated in a way I can only describe as snookem fucking loopy? Then you decide you love me, try to fuck up my relationship with one of YOUR friends, might I add, all because you're jealous?”

“Th-That is…about right,” Urahara mutters, hope in her gaze as she glances up at you with those watery grey eyes of hers, “in so many words…I-I’m sorry John-san…I really am…”

“I’m sure you are,” you snappily reply, your anger towards the clog footed woman still raw as she continue your speech, “But I don’t really fucking care at the minute. Right now I have only two real fucking concerns; one: solving this midget problem and two: having a little man to man chat with this all knowing Spirit King…”