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.
"Oi oi oi!" There was incessant pounding at the door. The man couldn't be sleeping still, could he?
"Urahara-san!" He whined, stamping his feet like that of a little child. "It's raining! I'm soaked and cold! Let me in!!!"
It was in mid-afternoon, and it was pouring. Isshin had locked up early, as business was slow that day, and it had been a nice day out. Focus on the word, had been. It was awful now.
Hell, he had even taken the long-way home to enjoy the day.
"You bastard!" He yelled, pounding on the door, the sound of the starting to drown out his cries. "Urahara I will kill you if you don't let me in! Let me in damn you!!!"
In truth, he didn't generally go to the man's place. But that was so it wouldn't draw much attention to the either of them, especially since Ichigo now went so often. Actually, in all honestly, he hadn't stopped by for a couple years, and yet it was like he came here every day.
"KISUKE!" He hollered at the top of his lungs. "CURSE YOU! I WILL EAT YOUR FIRST-BORN CHILD!"
Still, no answer. The man was starting to get infuriated with his old friend. There was no way that the salesman couldn't hear his cries for help. Kisuke was just an unfeeling bastard.
"Urahara!" Isshin hollered at the door. "You stinkin', old, perverted salesman!"
W-wait wait... perverted? A smile split across his face as the man created a plan in his head.
"KISUKE LOOK!" He hollered, a smile still on his face, "There's a bunch of naked girls dancing in the rain! You've got to see this!"
Smirking, Isshin took a step back and waited for the man to barrel out of his shop.
Last Edit: Aug 15, 2009 23:38:27 GMT -5 by kenpachi
The front of the shoten seemed motionless. Isshin stood in the pouring rain waiting for some sign of Kisuke. The front door slowly crept open, the lights inside the store were off. All Isshin could see was the darkness of the room in front of him. An orange flash suddenly erupted from the blackness and whizzed by Isshin's head. "NAKED GIRLS!?!?! WHEEEERE!!!! I HOPE ITS NEE-SAN!!!!!!!" Kon was standing behind Isshin in the rain looking from left to right with an excited expression on his face. His expression quickly faded and was replaced with obvious disappointment.
A man dressed in green with a black haori entered the doorway to the shoten. His clogs kept his feet off the ground keeping them from getting wet and his green and white striped bucket hat cast a shadow over his eyes while protecting his face from the falling rain. "Oh, its you Isshin san! I really didn't know it was raining out here! Otherwise I would have definitely same sooner. There was obvious sarcasm in Kisuke's voice. It would seem that Kisuke had known Isshin was out there the entire time, but decided it would be funner to let him sit out there for a little. "Well don't just stand out there Isshin-san! Come on in.
"NAKED GIRLS!?!?! WHEEEERE!!!! I HOPE ITS NEE-SAN!!!!!!!"
He blinked, once or twice. The stuff animal zipped out into the rain, it's obviously horny mind getting the better out of it. Who the hell made Kon anyways? Why the hell was he so messed up in the head?
"Kon." Isshin towered over the now soaked stuffed animal. "You stay... The HELL AWAY FROM MY THIRD DAUGHTER! I could NEVER face my dear sweet Masaki if anything happened to her!"
The air about him suddenly went pink and flowery as his face glowed in memory of his beautiful wife. "Ahhhh... Masaki. You would love our third daughter! I just know it!"
"Oh, its you Isshin san! I really didn't know it was raining out here! Otherwise I would have definitely same sooner"
"Bastard..." He glowered at his old friend, hoping that his stare of death would render the man quite lifeless. It didn't. Go figure.
"Well don't just stand out there Isshin-san! Come on in."
Oh he did, but not before he planted his foot into the man's face with the world famous flying Kurosaki kick! He snorted and walked past him, slamming the door behind him and locking the poor mod-soul out.
"Eh?" Isshin raised his eyebrow and looked about the place. "My God Urahara, you need a change in scenery. There's never anything new about this place!"
He sighed and attempted to dry off his face with his sleeve. However, his sleeve was also drenched, so that didn't really help. "... You almost let me drown out there."
Isshin's cold and wet foot firmly planted into Kisuke's face sending him flying into the main room of the store. Kisuke slowly got up and rubbed his face where there was now a large red imprint and a couple drips of blood falling from his nose. "Oh man Isshin-san, a flying kick. That was unexpected.
Kisuke grinned from behind his fan as the familiar words had come out of his mouth. Another Kurosaki had received almost exactly the same line from him not too long ago. "You know Isshin-san, you and your son really are quite similar. You did a good job raising him.
(("My God Urahara, you need a change in scenery. There's never anything new about this place!"))
"Huh?" Kisuke looked around the store and checked out his inventory. He then walked over to a shelf and picked up a small red box that read, "HEAD AND STOMACH PAIN RELIEF" He then looked at the bottom of the box which was now covered with dust. He wiped the dust away from the bottom to reveal another set of words; "EXP: 4.25.1992"
"Oh wow.......we really do need to get rid of these old medicines." Flashbacks of his bout with sickness were fresh in Kisuke's mind. Tessai's care, old medicine and hours on the toilet. How unpleasant it was.
(("... You almost let me drown out there."))
"Nonsense Isshin-san! It does one good to get a little rain every once in a while. It replenishes the soul and cleans the skin!"
"Oh man Isshin-san, a flying kick. That was unexpected."
He glared at the man, "For someone who's a... decent fighter, you sure like to act like a pathetic wimp."
"You know Isshin-san, you and your son really are quite similar. You did a good job raising him."
"What?!" He looked to the side and made a disgusted face. "We are not! Pssh! Shut up!"
He looked about again, it had been so long since he had last been there, and it hadn't even changed. When was the last time he set foot in this shop? It had to be when he got married. Masaki never met Urahara, after all. She would have been too weirded out as to why her dashing husband was friend with such a nutcase.
"Oi." Isshin cocked his head, looking at some candy on the bottom shelf. "You sure you can even eat these?"
He picked it up and looked at it closely, only to notice mold growing on it. He dropped it immediately. "No wonder you don't get any customers! Change your human products already! I haven't seen... "Happy Happy Taffee Days" since we got to the human world!"
"Oh wow.......we really do need to get rid of these old medicines."
Isshin looked over at the salesman with an unhinged jaw and sweatdropped.
"Your landowner must wonder how you pay rent..." The man sighed, before rolling his neck. After a moment, his eyes shot accusingly towards the tricky salesman. "Now I know why Yuzu got so sick when she came over here to get buy some snacks! You owe me a refund for that junk!"
"Nonsense Isshin-san! It does one good to get a little rain every once in a while. It replenishes the soul and cleans the skin!"
"And get really sick!" He practically yelled, shivering as if on queue. "At least get me a damn towel!"
All the talking had made him start to pool a wet puddle around his feet.
"For someone who's a... decent fighter, you sure like to act like a pathetic wimp."
"But Kurosa-, I mean Isshin-san you are just a much better fighter than me. What does a shop owner, a sexy one albeit, have in the face of an incredible man such as yourself!" Kisuke hid his smile behind his fan.
"What?!" He looked to the side and made a disgusted face. "We are not! Pssh! Shut up!"
The tone, the language, even the hostility was the same as his son's. It really is a wonder how they can live in the same house together..... "I guess you're right Kurosa-...I mean Isshin-san. You're son would never tell me to shut up." If Isshin could feel a tad bit of sarcasm in the comments it was probably because Kisuke was being his sarcastic self.
"Oi." Isshin cocked his head, looking at some candy on the bottom shelf. "You sure you can even eat these?"
He picked it up and looked at it closely, only to notice mold growing on it. He dropped it immediately. "No wonder you don't get any customers! Change your human products already! I haven't seen... "Happy Happy Taffee Days" since we got to the human world!"
Kisuke bent over next to the shelf and examined the candies he had displayed. "Hmmm......I don't know Kurosaki-san, these smell quite odd.....Would you like to try one and see for yourself?"
"Your landowner must wonder how you pay rent..." The man sighed, before rolling his neck. After a moment, his eyes shot accusingly towards the tricky salesman. "Now I know why Yuzu got so sick when she came over here to get buy some snacks! You owe me a refund for that junk!"
"But Isshin-san! I get all my money from you and the other shinigami who need my products. And seeing as how I'm the sole proprietor of gigai and other shinigami needs I can charge plenty to cover he rent!" Kisuke made the statement as though his prices were well above what someone should be paying for a gigai. And plus. Kisuke appeared in front of a sign, "No refunds is an Urahara Shoten policy!"
A large man made his way over to the pair holding a towel for Isshin to dry off with. "Its been a long time Isshin-san. How are you doing?" Tessai handed Isshin the towel and stood stoic, waiting for a response.
"But Kurosa-, I mean Isshin-san you are just a much better fighter than me. What does a shop owner, a sexy one albeit, have in the face of an incredible man such as yourself!"
"Put a sock in it, Urahara." He scoffed, shaking his head from the antics of the slimey shop-keeper. "If I recall correctly, the only girl that had a crush on you back in Seretei was Hiyori!"
He cracked a smile and started to laugh. "You're a child molester! I knew it! No wonder Hiyori actually actually started listening to you after awhile, ne?"
Isshin smiled, taking on a almost pitiable mask before shaking his head. "Well, I'll be sure that Yuzu and Karin never come by here again. After all... I can never know what a creepy man like you is thinking..." "I guess you're right Kurosa-...I mean Isshin-san. You're son would never tell me to shut up."
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"Pssh, whatever!" Isshin scoffed before looking away, "My son's nothing like me. If he was, he wouldn't be so stupid!"
Sighing, he looked through the racks, checking the expiration dates of most of the human products before deciding that, yup, he was never letting either of his daughters do any shopping here again.
"Hmmm......I don't know Kurosaki-san, these smell quite odd.....Would you like to try one and see for yourself?" [/i]
"Hell no! You crazy bastard!" He retorted, shrinking back and getting as far away from the product as possible. "G-give it to Yourichi or something! Cats can't get sick, right?" "No refunds is an Urahara Shoten policy!"
It was only a couple seconds before Isshin's foot planted itself in the man's face, forcing him to the ground and crushing him with the sole of his shoe.
"Damn you, bastard." He growled, "If this was America, I'd sue you! I'll bet that half of the cases my patients have with food-poisoning are directly because of you!" "Its been a long time Isshin-san. How are you doing?" [/i]
"Ah, Tessai." His frown turned upside down as he graciously accepted the gift, still not removing his foot from Urahara's face. "It really has been awhile."
"However," his face darkened as he managed to dry most of himself off. "this isn't completely a sociable visit."
Removing his foot from his friend's face, he walked over to Tessai and shook his hand grimly. "Have you felt it? ... Aizen seems to have come back after all this time."
The man sighed deeply. "I wonder if Ichigo even knows about this yet."[/blockquote]
"G-give it to Yourichi or something! Cats can't get sick, right?"
"Oh my Isshin-san, how could I ever compare you to Ichigo! Your intelligence knows no bounds!" A sudden attack ended with a foot lodged in Kisuke's face. "Nope, nothing like him at all.....he would have came at me with an elbow!" The sentence was muffled of course by the large foot that was planted in Kisuke's face.
"Damn you, bastard." He growled, "If this was America, I'd sue you! I'll bet that half of the cases my patients have with food-poisoning are directly because of you!"
"If this was America I would have been out of business long ago, and probably never met your wonderful family!" Karakura town was known for its unusually high spiritual energy, it was the reason why so many odd things happened here. Surely if they lived in America the Urahara Shoten would go under in days.
"However," his face darkened as he managed to dry most of himself off. "this isn't completely a sociable visit."
Removing his foot from his friend's face, he walked over to Tessai and shook his hand grimly. "Have you felt it? ... Aizen seems to have come back after all this time."
Kisuke remained laying on the floor. His eyes lost their joyful look at Aizen was brought up. He stared at the ceiling clearly thinking about what had happened. "So you did feel it Isshin-san. I figured that was why you came. It seems things may be even more serious than before. The gotei 13 may not be able to stand against him for long." Kisuke sat up and looked at Isshin. His green and white striped bucket hat was now casting a shadow over his eyes. "Even you may be powerless in front of him now."
The man sighed deeply. "I wonder if Ichigo even knows about this yet."
"He must be feeling something, but I doubt he would believe it even if he thought it. Hes thick headed like that sometimes. We're going to need his strength again."
Isshin's face darkened considerably at that statement. But he knew that his old friend was probably right. "If that's true, then we may have more on our plates then we can handle."
This was definitely not the ideal situation. Isshin wasn't going to lie, the fact that Aizen's reiastu could be felt, even from the depths of the human world worried him. Aizen had not even set foot on the planet, as far as his knowledge went.
"If worse comes to worse though..." He stated grimly, "perhaps it'll be a good time to strap on the old sword again. For the both of us..."
Aizen was back, and stronger then he had ever been before. That much Isshin knew, and it was not a good thing, in any way possible.
"Pity..." He murmured wistfully, "I quite enjoyed a normal life."
"He must be feeling something, but I doubt he would believe it even if he thought it. Hes thick headed like that sometimes. We're going to need his strength again."
"He's also a moron." Isshin sighed, know was no the time to talk about how reckless his son was. "Peh, Gotei 13 has probably already called him to action.
"At this point I'm sure you're aware of the legends. Aizen has already gained the sword of life. It is well beyond our power." What Kisuke spoke was true. By himself Aizen was already a foe who could not be taken lightly, but now......well now he was a God in a quite literal sense. The ability to control life. Even with Kisuke's ability to prepare for the worst possible scenario.......how could one plan against God?
"Given the circumstances there is only one option for us. We have to discover the location of the legendary swords and unite them. But I'm sure you were already aware of that Isshin-san." It was true that the situation had moved beyond their control. If they wanted any chance what so ever they needed to retrieve the legendary swords.
As is with life, the new generation surpasses the previous. This was true now as it ever was. "We could take up our swords like it used to be Isshin-san, but I'm sure you know as well as I do that Kurosaki-san and his generation are the one we have to put our faith on. Anyways, if hes anything like his father I don't think we should worry."
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