The Truth Serum

A/N: Sorry Ichigo fans, he’s waaaaay OOC, (he’s actually acting more like Orihime…maybe they’ve been hanging out too much) but he’s not really part of this so yeah. Don’ worry ‘bout it. And, plus, just telling you now, I have nothing against Urahara. I love him.




Urahara Kisuke worked diligently, taking measurements, mixing chemicals and all sorts of other things that would look like a bewildering magic show to the untrained eye. Suddenly, Kurosaki Ichigo waltzed in and his curiosity got the better of him. “Ooh, what’s this?” he asked looking at all the gadgets and bottles.

“The one on the right is a truth serum for the captive, and the one on the left is, hehe, well…a specially made, powerful aphrodisiac for myself and, Yoruichi.” Urahara grinned under his hat.

Ichigo stared at the two identical bottles, both holding a bubbling, magenta, colored liquid. “Oh, I see…” Ichigo picked up the bottle on the left and opened it, taking in the aromatic scent that emanated from it.

Urahara caught sight of the teenager about to sample his experiment, “Hey, kid! Put that down. You can make yourself useful by attaching these labels to them.”

Urahara tossed the redhead a couple of little pieces of paper. “Now, was the one I picked up the truth serum, or the aphrodisiac?” Ichigo thought, “Hmm, the one I’m holding smells really good, so that must be the truth serum! I’m so smart; it’s obvious that the truth serum would smell good so that people are willing to take it.”

Ichigo had just finished placing the labels on the bottles when Yoruichi, Chad and Orihime entered. Chad, wearing his typical stoic expression as Orihime flew toward Ichigo, “Kurosaki-kun!”

“Are you ready to go?” Chad asked in his characteristic deep voice.

Ichigo nodded and the three students disappeared from this fanfic. Off to school or something. Yoruichi walked towards Urahara and inquired about the captive in the back of the shop. “He’s calmed down quite a bit…” Urahara revealed a sly smile.

His smile was meant to imply that he’d had a chance to unveil his new invention: A constricting conditional force field. The condition? Every time it’s activated it gets exponentially smaller. Did it have fatal capabilities? Possibly. “Ah, so now we find out what Aizen’s up to.” Yoruichi said looking toward Urahara.

“Indeed we do…” he responded handing her the bottle labeled “Truth Serum”.

Yoruichi opened the bottle and noted the sweet smelling contents as she filled a special syringe with it. She headed toward the room in the back, before turning, “Did you want to assist in this interrogation, Kisuke?”

“Oh, I’m fine sitting at the front, I’m sure you’re fully capable on your own.” He smiled waving a fan in front of his face.
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Yoruichi eased the door open and slipped inside. “Grimmjow…” she said coldly.
The Espada was silent, leaning against the wall, facing the table. Carefully eyeing her. Normally he would just shred the Shinigami to pieces, but, valuing his own life, decided to let her keep hers as well. She walked towards him with the stealth of a cat. This didn’t surprise him however, having initially met her in her cat form; nonetheless, he preferred her human one. Yoruichi motioned for Grimmjow to sit down. He was hesitant, but uncharacteristically obedient. Why not? Aizen-‘sama’ out of his hair, just keep telling the damn Shinigami lies until they let him go. Grimmjow scowled at the purple-haired woman. “Whaddya want?” he sneered.

Yoruichi walked up to him and looked him clear in the eye. He could kill her this very moment. But he didn’t. He leaned back in the chair, returning her harsh gaze. “You’re gonna tell us what Aizen is planning.” She stated.

“Like hell I will.” Grimmjow stared into her golden eyes menacingly and muttered something under his breath, “Fuckin’ Shinigami…”

Yoruichi backed away and smirked, removing the syringe from her pocket, “I thought you’d be like this…” she said quietly, mostly to herself.

Grimmjow vaguely remembered the girl lunging at him before he felt a sharp pain in his neck as the needle pierced his heirro. A long trail of curses flowed from his mouth as Yourichi administered pressure to the plunger. At first, he felt dizzy, multiple images of Yoruichi flashing before him. After his vertigo subsided, the blue-haired arrancar felt his body temperature rise. “W-What the…what the fuck was that?” he stuttered.
Yoruichi distanced herself from the drugged man, “A truth serum.” She crossed her arms. “So you’ll tell me what I want to know.”

“Ha, I said I ain’t talkin’.” Grimmjow leaned against the table to hold his balance in the chair.

Yoruichi figured it would take some time for the drug to take effect, so she waited. And waited. About an hour passed when Grimmjow finally came back to his senses, more or less. He got up and slowly walked towards her. “You want the truth?...” he stood closer to her, reaching out to put his hand against the wall next to her. “You’re pretty sexy.”

Yoruichi scoffed and pushed the Sexta away, “Just tell me why the Espada attacked the Karakura Town.”

Grimmjow incessantly came back, trying to grab and grope her, Yoruichi countering all of his “assaults”. “I told you I didn’t have anything to say about that. Let’s talk about something…else.”

Yoruichi kicked him right above his hollow hole before swiftly exiting the room. Grimmjow held his abdomen and smiled as he moved one hand lower…
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Yoruichi paced to the front of the store where Urahara was selling candy to a little girl. She held out the empty syringe, and tapped her foot. “Your serum didn’t work, Kisuke.”
Urahara looked up at her, astonished, “Whaaat? What do you mean it didn’t work? Perhaps he needs a stronger dose.”

Urahara took out the bottle labeled Truth Serum and added something to it, making it bubble more. “Here, this one should work in exactly ninety seconds.” He grinned twirling his (pimp) cane.

Yoruichi filled the needle again and stormed back to the isolated room. But before opening the door, she decided to make sure that the drug worked this time. Yoruichi squirted a little bit of the concentrated liquid onto her tongue. It had a rather fruity taste, like strawberries or plums. Perhaps passionfruit. She continued down the corridor, asking herself questions and answering them truthfully. But was that an effective way to test the drug? No matter, she’d get her answer from Grimmjow.
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Yoruichi burst into the room, immediately wishing she hadn’t. There was Grimmjow leaning back in the chair, unreservedly pleasuring himself, unabashed. Upon her entry he had locked eyes with her, biting his lip and winking. By the time she’d approached him, to slap his hand away, ninety seconds had passed from her sampling of this strange “Truth” Serum. Instead of scolding him for being so shameless, Yoruichi found herself pushing his hand away to grab his member herself. Grimmjow howled in delight as he uninhibitedly reached for her firm, yet soft chest. He pulled at the material willing it to be removed, when Yoruichi stepped back, “I’ll do it.” She breathed as she quickly turned into a cat, her previously tight clothes now loose enough for her to walk out of. So she did.

Grimmjow watched in amazement as she returned to Human form before him, only this time, fully naked. “…here, Kitty.” He grinned.
Yoruichi pulled him to stand up as he removed his jacket and quickly kicked off his pants.

Grimmjow wasted no time in pushing her back into a wall, wrapping one hand around her waist while the other felt up her breasts. Yoruichi lightly tugged at his hair as she pulled their lips together for a heated kiss. Grimmjow quickly took control of the interaction, pushing his hot tongue into her mouth as she moaned into his. He unconsciously ground his hips against her smaller frame, the clear liquid leaking from his shaft, over her bellybutton. He relinquished his grip on her chest to smear the fluid along her abdomen and his penis. Yoruichi slid her hands from his chin, to his shoulders, all the way down to his waist, her fingers reading his body like a blind woman reads Braille. The purple-haired woman gently pulled on his erection before lowering to her knees. Grimmjow wasted no time in thrusting into her receiving mouth as he used his hands to brace himself against the wall and make sure her head kept a steady rhythm. Grimmjow marveled at how hot and wet Yoruichi’s mouth was. She knew all the places that made his skin crawl. He looked down at his hand holding locks of purple hair attached to her beautiful head, bobbing below him. He slowly let out a moan before he pulled her back up to kiss her deeply. His hands raced across her curvy body, until he found the moisture between her legs. Yoruichi shot Grimmjow a lusty look before he inserted one finger, the sudden sensation of him moving his digit in and out made her…purr. “More…” she sighed as it was her turn to push him lower.

Grimmjow obliged and added a second finger, his other hand massaging the tattoo on her left upper thigh as she draped her right leg over his shoulder. Her hands found his hair again as her hips rocked in sync with his, now, three fingers. She closed her eyes and pushed her head against the wall until her pleasurable torment was briefly cut short. Curious to know what would happen next, she looked at Grimmjow, who returned with a mischievous grin. The arrancar licked the ‘inexpensive’ lubricant from his fingers, and decided to clean the rest from her inner thighs with his tongue. Yoruichi gasped at the hot and cold sensations he created by the trails of his saliva as he explored her inner body with his mouth, his tongue flicking at her swollen clitoris, seemingly guarding her entrance, kissing an entirely new set of lips. Both individuals’ bodies tingled all over as if they had the hormones of a teenager—amplified.

Grimmjow planted kisses all along her body, licking here and there. Grimmjow stood above her, scanning her wanting body with his aqua blue eyes. He lifted both of her legs as she instinctively wrapped them around his waist. He aligned himself with her opening and swiftly slid inside. Grimmjow abandoned all mental cognition and let his body think for him. Right now, his body was telling him to go in further, and repeat. Yoruichi gasped and moaned with each intrusion, while nipping at Grimmjow’s neck. Her small bites were nothing compared to the slashing her nails did. She squeezed and scratched his hard body as he pushed her further into the wall. She was circulating too much adrenaline to feel the pain of it. All she could focus on were Grimmjow’s strong hands supporting her, his warm mouth kissing her cheek and lips and his hard-on pumping in and out of her. Grimmjow basked in the feeling of her arms wrapping around his neck, appropriately hugging tighter as he forced his thickness deeper. She was so inviting, effectively matching every one of his thrusts so he would go further. Yoruichi made it known that she wanted this as much as he did. Grimmjow leaned in closer to taste the perspiration on Yoruichi’s forehead as he felt her tighten around his cock. He playfully growled in her ear as she bit down on his shoulder to stifle her shouts and moans. Grimmjow felt Yoruichi’s grip loosen a bit as she patiently traversed the ecstasy of her orgasm. He continued his driving pace until he lost control, clutching Yoruichi tightly, he released his milky seed into her, kissing the Shinigami once again.

Both satisfied—and clearly spent, they collapsed onto the floor and Grimmjow held his unlikely partner. Yoruichi was about to drift off to blissful sleep when suddenly the door opened. “Uh, it looks like there was a mix up with bottles! Instead of the Truth Serum you got the…” Urahara looked up and observed the panting couple with wide eyes. “…aphrodisiac.”

Yoruichi and Grimmjow cast him indifferent looks as he stomped out of the room shouting, “Damn that Strawberry!!!”