FIC 6 - Storms
Fic Contest Urahara Kisuke FC
STORMS
Author: Terry Gillian
drown The quiet room that, despite everything, that calm was not infectious, he was restless, neurotic, depressed. Tears of sweat sailed through his sleepy face every pore of his skin, his eyes narrowed, looking hopelessly a point to set his sights, auditory perception was performed to distinguish the sound of water to the desert black cotton. Another nightmare
had assaulted her break disturbing, she was still suffering protagonist of his dream. A vision that frequented his mind night after night since the day I got the news. It was a punishment. When
managed to absorb some calm, decided to leave their rooms and venturing into a new day. The first thing he did was composed with his usual clothes, including their shoes and hats so special.
His first destination was the living room and there he found Ururu Jinta were playing rock paper scissors. The red-haired boy looked crushed, probably by the many defeats that atesoraría.
The two children at the sudden appearance of boss spent a warm smile, was answered by another enforced without much enthusiasm. The children could perceive in a gesture that insipid grin for anything out of a happy person. Immediately left the game and he kindly offered an excellent breakfast that was prepared Tessai. The breakfast was politely rejected, the dream was still in his head causing his guilt grew, demoralized, even taking away the appetite. He remembered every image, every word ... Sleep remembered everything.
She was with her, just like old times, hiding in Soul Society. Resting after a tough workout, ella mostraba una elegante sonrisa después de cada palabra que lanzaba su magnífica boca. Su piel morena brillaba de forma especial debido al sudor que la envolvía, parecía una presea... era una presea.
Esa parte la recordaba con una sonrisa en la boca, deseaba poder volver al pasado y revivirlo. Poder decirle lo que de verdad sentía, mostrarle que detrás de esa capa había un corazón que sucumbía por ella, poder revelarle un sentimiento que estaba encerrado durante mucho tiempo.
Pero después de esa sonrisa el sueño seguía su curso y aquel momento era tragado por la oscuridad. Todo desaparecía poco a poco, iba cayendo a la nada. No podía moverse, tampoco advertir a Yoruichi de lo que estaba ocurriendo. Before you can even realize it had all been dissipated by the blackness, he and she were alone. She kept talking as if nothing had happened, until finally she disappeared. Then he was alone in the dark, checked out, drowned.
At that time he woke up wrapped in a blanket of sweat and fear. Noto
contact of a hand on his shoulder, it was Jinta. He seemed worried about him, asked if he was okay, if I needed help. But one negative was made in response, this time accompanied by the terrible grimace. Jinta gesture to raise my hand and left the room, Ururu watched it all from his position. When he tried find the contact of eyes it is the throw to the ground.
He realized the tremendous suffering that I was posing, his sense of guilt grew more if possible. He got up and mimicked the gesture of leaving the room Jinta. I did not want to suffer more to his own, not by him. Now I needed to have close to your best friend in those dark days, the loneliness.
Always used to find in his room next to a window. Through it one could see as the rain coming down from heaven collided with the ground causing a pleasant sound. It was the ideal place to take the memory back and loaded with nostalgia. He remembered every moment lived with her, how hard it was to get bankai, help and support offered ... a torrent of memories flooded him, but those memories are not repeated. Never again have a nice chat with them while enjoying good sake, never more could see his dark skin and want to savor its taste, but could never look at their eyes and get lost in them, never could surreptitiously stroking her silky hair and smell the sweet aroma that offered, he could never feel the touch of your skin on the hands, never had a chance to say "I love you."
The screech that caused the door to open him back to reality got sound brought the presence of Tessai. Is showing a face identical to Ururu and Jinta, worried, sad. Steadily entered and placed beside his head, trying to get some words and try to help lighten your load but it was impossible. Had created an impenetrable barrier ... had always been a mysterious and enigmatic. It was hard to know who thought even when he smiled, but now it was impossible. At that Tessai had to give up and do the real job that had brought him into the room, tell of a visit ..
Ichigo's sisters had gone looking for him, they did day after day. It was torture having than receive, but can not be denied, not after what he did.
They were in the room, as usual. Yuzu was in front, holding a stuffed animal, like a lion. Her crystal eyes and pulled the doll tightly to her chest, her lips trembling. While Karin was behind her, arms folded, head bowed, wearing a cap that made it impossible to see his face. They were both soaked. Yuzu
not had time to even the usual greetings, was the first to ask about the whereabouts of Ichigo, his voice trembling. Yuzu now picked up more strongly to the doll, hoping to get a positive response, his eyes began to emit small tears. Karin raised his head after hearing the question, you could see his face. Although that was a slab more for him, his eyes were red, probably because he spent all night crying.
The answer was always the same. With a smile and imbuing his words with a musical tone told that her brother was a young lad and would party with some friends, that's why again soon. Then I cover her face with her fan, leaving only their eyes visible, to bite his lower lip fiercely. Another lie.
Those words shattered the sensitive heart of Yuzu, making her fall on her knees. With the plush hid his face, kept repeat the name of his brother, sobbing, weeping heart sank. Karin covered his face with his hands and try not to shed any tears. After a few seconds, under his arms to show his face full of rage and threw herself at him. She grabbed the clothes and shouted with all the fury that they be returned to her brother, that was the last place they had seen.
That scene was terrible, but I could not tell the truth. He said no word, let Karin discharged all its fury in him was the least I could do. Karin discharge
When he released his anger and went to her sister, lying on the floor, crying. He took her back and helped her up, when he was strong, The two sisters hugged. That embrace lasted five minutes, then left without any word of farewell address.
That scene was a torment, that carried over his guilt. Felt helpless because they can not tell you the truth, but that had to do his father. This could not go on like this, I had to talk to Isshin once and tell everything that happened. Had to stand up for what happened. Unripe twice went outside, into the house of the Kurosaki.
The rain fell with great violence from the sky, all was dark even though the day was in the early hours. Occasionally you could feel the odd lightning sail through the dark mantle. When I had traveled some distance they heard a voice behind him. It was Ururu, carried in his right hand and an umbrella in his left hand a closed, walked toward him.
When did reach gave him an umbrella, she drew a shy smile. Always that little had been like a daughter to him. He was obedient, industrious, good, etc ... everything a father could wish. She was the last he deserved to suffer. Poso hand on his head stroking her hair, meanwhile, was telling in a polite manner that did not need the umbrella. Rather go in the rain, soaking, cleaning up all their mistakes on it or wanting it ... The girl understood his words, and allow a bow I wish safe journey and asked to return soon. Faced with this gesture he escaped a smile, could not resist.
On the way between his house with that of Isshin had time to ponder and practice with which words he narrated all that had happened. At heart I knew it was stupid carrying out these practices, when I look in the eyes of all would have served. Now she was there, facing the door, just had to knock on the door, just that. She appeared in her mind and instinctively knocked on the door. The wait lasted a few seconds for him were hours of doubts and fears. Isshin opened the door, its awesome appearance implied few hours of sleep he held.
When he saw his visitor his face weary showed great surprise at first, then around sad and decayed, seemed to know that your presence there. The first thing he did was ask about the reason for the visit gently. Before this question had to swallow air, confess it was not easy. Isshin invited to enter the house. But he refused, he chose to tell all the rain.
started from the beginning, told him everything that had happened with Ichigo and Rukia, the transfer of authority is the arrest of the birth of the powers of Chad and Inoue, the existence of the last Quincy, rescue ... and everything had been caused by him.
Then I address the issue that had caused his visit and the ghosts of his heart. The failure of the rescue mission with the death of Ichigo, Rukia, Inoue, Ishida, Chad and even Yoruichi. Failed to carry out its mission and died on an epic crusade in Soul Society. Ichigo fell into the hands of Kempachi Zaraki in a battle trying to protect his teammates. Chad and Ishida were arrested along with another colleague and then saved by Yorucichi nevertheless failed to win a meeting with Soi Fong and Komamura. Rukia fell on his cross, the Soukyoku. Inoue there was no news, the last time she was seen was an officer of the division 11.
Isshin was perplexed by these words, the expression on his face betrayed that he had not yet absorbed the news. Given the silence was the fact that all his actions had unleashed. The existence of Hougyoku and power. Now this jewel was held by Aizen, who had betrayed the shinigami and planned to bring chaos to all worlds. The only beneficiary in combat was Aizen, the shinigami had been largely depleted forces. There was no hope.
Isshin The eyes of tears began to flow dedicated to his son. With crystal eyes look at him and politely asked to leave and not return to stand there with a bang him dismissed. This slam will blight the soul, but not least how the family had been shattered Kurosaki. A father who lost his wife and son and a sister who lost her mother and brother. The well understood he had lost the woman he loved.
During the return trip was thinking all the suffering that had been and the misfortunes that were to appear, he felt unable to cope. I could not make war against Aizen and Hollows, not himself.
Then I thought, the only way to remove their pain and receive the deserved punishment for their bad actions and decisions that had brought death and destruction, deserved punishment death. I had to vedarse life.
Change your address, and not return to his shop, would not see his "family." Was best for them, he only brought dismay with his lies. Now one could think Yoruichi, whether march to the same place where she or disappear. A part of her where she wanted to leave, to go through it all eternity, another wanted to disappear, punished for bringing pain.
finally reached his goal, was on top of a hill, the ground was a quagmire. Managed to move about through the strengthening of its staff.
there at the top look was achieved seamlessly throughout the city. He took off his hat and raises his head to look at the sky, raindrops slapped his face fiercely, apologized in that position many times. After the act I lift his stick and uttered for the last time Benihime name. He also apologized to her, caressing her, had been his comrade in great battles. Placed his gun against his chest with the intention of pulling life, closed his eyes and thought for the last time in his beloved.
In this last thought realized how stupid I was being, that his punishment should be to amend all the damage he had caused and as a cowardly escape through death. Anything served a senseless death, was to die fighting as they echo all. Reinstalled and seal his hat Banihime. He returned to apologize, but it was stupid. A smile flashed their appearance.
He went back home, was eager to see their "family" and have breakfast he had prepared Tessai. Hard
approached Brawls against Aizen and hollows, but that's another story ... Fifth
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Rendering Best I7 Or Xeon
FIC 5 - Operation Santa's FIC
Fic Contest Urahara Kisuke FC SANTA'S OPERATION
Author: Terry Jones
Operation Santa's
December 24, snowflakes falling slowly but steadily over the neighborhood of Karakura. While normal people are sheltered from cold in their homes, a strange group of people gathered in front of a small family shop called Urahara Store "
" Damn ... why did they all just come to us today? For a free damn day we have in the barracks! "Shut up Renji
to bother me even more being forced to come to the normal world for something so stupid" Captain Kuchiki looked uncomfortable around where people let loose several insults about the person who had called them there.
- Damn! I should not to be here now, is that stupid manipulator who owe me more than a favor ...! -Make
shut for Ichigo ... my brother is your most important jobs and had to come!
"For God will you shut up already? Are you giving me a headache ... Oooh
-captain but if he does a fantastic afternoon, do not be angry now.
-Matsumoto ... why did you come if you do not owe nothing to that man?
"Well ... the truth is boring I did not want to stay in the barracks, with all that paperwork yet so I thought I'd sign up for this excursion into the human world with you.
-Tour ...
- Vaaaaaayaaa! At the end you have come all, do not know I'm glad to see you cuaaanto Kisuke Urahara-enthusiastic greeting to the group that was outside his tent while frantically moved his trusty fan.
- You had to come to us all?
- Of course you do! The more the merrier! Can not say I will go to me you are not grateful for all the favors I have done it?
"Damn you ... normal people is not exploited" The young captain in the 10 stared at the angry shopkeeper
"Let go, if only a little work at all ... Go not to let a poor shopkeeper sexy as I have to circling around the city Right?
-just once Urahara. The sooner it ends the better.
"Oh, Captain Kuchiki, always so impatient hehe. Do not worry, after that none of you need me any favor. By the way, is not someone missing here?
- Hey! Damn! I could not reach before!
Ikkaku came running with obvious signs of fatigue.
"Jesus ... the Captain has forced me to take me to Yachiru whole damn day ... had to be just today ...
- Shut pachinko ball! If I get bored I'll tell Ken-chan and will make you be my nurse what's left of the month!
- Go to shit! While
Yachiru decided that the best way to annoy Ikkaku was biting his head, Urahara meanwhile continued taking it all as a little joke while everyone else except him Rangiku looked increasingly accumulated hatred.
"Well, what if once we explain what all this?
"Of course, where are my manners ... let's see, as you know you all have some ... hmm ... favorcillo me yet, some of contraband for the SS here, some information there ...
- Smuggling ¿?
"Let go, do not get so serious ... Captain Hitsugaya not good to intimidate my clients ... as I was saying, business is business and I need you now should do something for this poor shopkeeper.
"I'll give you poor ...
-Kurosaki-san, because you look so lively you will be responsible to prove the special costume for this mission.
- Costume ... what?
To the astonishment of all present Tessai left the store with a great pair of boxes and immediately started taking Urahara strange warm clothes. To see further fixed in that they were identical to the typical costumes of Santa Claus costumes are so common at Christmas but with the exception that instead of red and white were green and white.
-not for anything ... I get it ...
"C'mon, c'mon, if nobody knows you here.
- Bullshit! If I go with Tatsuki that I can not return to class in a month!
"Come on, do not be picky, so elegant they are!
- I want one! I want one! Matsumoto
ran to pick up his and immediately went into the store to be changed. Moments later appeared at the door with a big smile showing all their new spectrum.
- It's great! This really is a fun Christmas! Captain Come, try on yours!
"I'm afraid that this will be a long night ... sooo
- Yuhuuu! I want another! We go bald!
Several minutes after what seemed impossible was real. The motley crew was dressed in the uniforms that the shopkeeper had given them.
- Smile! We are far better than I imagined.
Ichigo tried to cover her whole face with his cap as the two captains trying to pass unnoticed as possible. Renji and Rukia in turn were comforted knowing that the impression caused his superiors was not comparable to yours.
"Okay, I will tell you the deal. You owe me some favors and you want to be alone and I need someone to distribute these gifts to the houses of the inhabitants of Karakura ...
- Quee ¿? - The Shinigami looked at with eyes wide as Urahara pulled another of your boxes a couple of small packages also the colors of their clothing.
"Let go, you only have to carefully collars as many houses as you can and leave gifts ... even bring forth the positions gigais shinigamis ye should not feel ...
- How I could borrow for this?
Abarai-san "But ... every gift worth repartáis successful as payment for a favor that you have made. It is a fair one!
- But what the hell! You said that with this pay off ALL the debt!
- Did I say that? I guess I would understand evil Kurosaki-san ... anyway, to enhance competitiveness distribute more gifts who will settle all your debts. I promise. And now ... on, is already beginning to do at night!
The Shinigami looked at each other not knowing what to do but the mere thought of having to participate in something new was a good enough reason to want to win at all costs, in less than a second box Gifts shinigami was empty and had disappeared leaving only Urahara.
-Ahh ... I love this time. Tessai ... see, I think this will be fun.
Moments later, accompanied by Tessai Urahara see a small screen that displayed a map of the city with several green dots.
"Watch well, got a few small packages locators to control the outcome of all this, let's see how the night progresses. Oh, it looks like they already started!
Meanwhile, in the richest district of Karakura two shadows quickly jump the wall of a house and are preparing to enter it.
-Nii-sama, thank you let me go with him.
Rukia "No problem, the sooner we finish this better for us and also not going to let that had to be indebted to that miserable ... we will win the two and cleared it.
- Yes!
The two shinigami were introduced into the house through a window which was cut cleanly with a zanpaktou.
"Hey ... Nii-sama ... we should not have done that ... now anyone can enter here.
"No time to lose Rukia, you know how embarrassing it is me going through this?
- Santa Claus! Santaaa!
- Shhhhhhh!
A little boy had appeared in the living room of the house, looked like he had been hiding in that place waiting the arrival of Santa Claus.
"It's ... wait ... do not know kids like you should be in bed at this hour?
- What was not supposed to Santa Claus was a man and went solo?
-Ehm ... Nii-sama, what do I do?
But Byakuya was occupied, three other children watched with awe and respect face while he was still perplexed at the scene.
-Santa Santa, why do not you have a beard?
in a neighborhood far away, Ikkaku was standing on the roof of a humble and secluded home.
- Vamos! Going bald! The chimney for the fireplace!
- But what the hell you say! I will not go out there even if the captain in person ask me!
"Oh, then you should ask then?
-Hmpf ... damn ...
With an ever increasing anger Ikkaku was introduced by the dirty chimney with Lieutenant Yachiru on his back. Moments after landing with a loud noise inside the house.
"Go go go ... - A disheveled man was sitting in a chair facing the fireplace in his hands rested a gun pointing to Ikkaku - look the gift that I had come down the chimney.
"Wait ... is not what it seems ...
- BAM! Ikkaku
jumped
dodging the shot as the man began to chase him.
- Do not run scoundrel! I'll teach you to rob people's houses! Come here!
- Let go bald! If you get the gigai spoil you and you need another Hat Man!
- Shut up! Damn Captain Kuchiki who insisted that the officers did not bring the zanpakutous the human world!
In a neighborhood not far from there, Renji leaves a home after completing their work.
And with it are three, haha! At this step will be over in a while
Just at the back of the house itself, Ichigo has to enter through the window.
- Hehehe! Going to be easier than I thought ... trampling the package has left my Renji and place instead. I could not have been a better plan.
Confident, Ichigo leaves the house through the door and prepares to go to red, to his surprise it is not even a trace of his reiatsu.
-Stupid ... thought I would not feel your reiatsu uncontrolled behind me stupid?
-Re ... Renji, what are you doing standing here!
- Idiot! What are you doing destroying my work!
- A do you care! Just follow what you were doing!
- Bullshit! Now see what goes on laughing at me!
- Oh yes!? Come here if you dare!
And finally, Urahara screen can be seen as another batch of packages are going away from delivering another quarter of Karakura.
-Ahh ... those should be the Captain Hitsugaya and Lieutenant beautiful ... go with what would have been fun to follow them to see how it goes ... too bad I have to finish Christmas dinner ...
-Urahara-san, then you complain if you do not leave never to return to Soul Society. Yoruichi-Let
we do not tell me you do not you're having fun ...
Meanwhile, Hitsugaya and Matsumoto are with their work.
- Oooh! Taicho Taicho, here too we have made gifts!
- Want to be quiet! That's not for you!
While Hitsugaya was ending its work as quickly as possible, Matsumoto was served generously over and sake cup was in one of the tables in the house where they were.
- Look Look, if you do not want alcohol have also made sweets!
- Not! I want to finish this once! And where the hell are the other gifts?!
"Oh, you mean all those boxes we had stored in the bag? Is weighing a lot and I was leaving there ...
- But as you can be so ...!
- Hic! Taicho Come, it's Christmas! Let's take some of this for the Division!
- That's a steal! And you're drunk!
- BAMM! Over here! I've seen around here! The two surprised
shinigamis peered out the window just in time to see Ikkaku went running down the street at high speed while behind the lieutenant Yachiru yelled smiling.
- Yuhuuu! Bald Run run! You get caught!
-Ma ... Matsumoto ... I think we should go and ...
Matsumoto nodded with his mouth open while passing saw an angry group of people following the footsteps of Ikkaku.
"I'd rather not know how they anger others.
In Karakura rich neighborhood, everyone is asleep except for one house. In this room are already six children sitting around Captain Kuchiki him with admiration.
- But not going to bring gifts?
- Have you followed all the rules that I have commanded your fathers? Always remember that if you want to achieve something you must be polite and obedient.
- Yes sir!
-Nii-sama, "Rukia looked perplexed the scene while two other children tried unsuccessfully to reach the gift packs that carried in their hands - what if we leave all packages for distribution to its friends? We will also compliment the work ... I do not get to hold another house like this ...
"Yes, more so, at this step we are going to wake the whole neighborhood and begin to weary of it all.
After saying goodbye to the children leave the house and stopped to hear a distant whistle approaching.
-Fshhhhhhhhhhhhhh ... ... ... ... BAMMMMF! Ichigo
head lands in the middle of the street right in front of the other two shinigami.
"Hey ... Rukia ... Byakuya ... how about it?
- ICHIGO! Do not try to hide! ... Eh ... ca ... Captain? Byakuya
While I was startled by his lieutenant arrived after Ichigo, Rukia Ichigo kicked hard in the head.
- But what the hell have you been doing! Do not know anything but fighting! Idiot! Clown!
Finally and just one hour later, the group of shinigami is located opposite the Urahara shop.
Ikkaku takes all clothes torn while Yachiru seems habérselo had a great time and rest on his back. Kuchiki Captain Lieutenant looks furiously while he tries to stay away from him. For its part Matsumoto humming the carols you've heard in a house while the Captain Hitsugaya by his side complains of severe headache. When they realize, they note that the warehouse door is a sign "closed" and a note addressed to them.
"Dear friends, thank you very much for all the work could not have done it all myself. As I promised, as debts are paid off so many packages you have given but I am afraid I can not consider any winner because you gave me no time to tell you how many packets each carrying. But do not worry, the important thing is the Christmas spirit that have led families to Karakura and calm your debts, we will be in the holidays.
Merry Christmas: Urahara Kisuke
PD "Of course, costumes are a gift to you."
"No ... I can not believe ...
" Do not worry ... you will need ... And I'll be waiting here!
"I'm going back to Soul Society ... this has been embarrassing ...
December 25. Kurosaki residence.
- ICHIGOOOOOOOOOO Hello!
- Stay away from this bastard!
Like every morning is Isshin unsuccessfully to wake your child affectionately.
- Hahaha! I expected no less from my son did not come to see your gifts? Huh?
- Shut up and let me view!
Kurosaki's house is full of joy when Ichigo comes to Christmas tree notes with surprise that there is a package of Urahara with his name.
"Damn you ...
opens it carefully and notes that the content is a small figure of the shopkeeper dressed exactly like them last night. As I looked more closely observed a small spinning gear.
The figure begins to ring with a Christmas song that lasts a few seconds after which skips the doll's hat and plenty of confetti along with a small lineup flies through the air.
"Urahara STORE WISHES YOU HAPPY HOLIDAYS, DO NOT FORGET TO PASS BY HERE IN THE NEXT YEAR. NEW PRICES. GREAT NEWS "
-Advertising ... damn scammer that has kept us all night handing out its advertising! When I see him I'll kill him!
And while all this happens Urahara lies in its vast basement lying in a hammock.
-Ahh ... I love this time. I feel that next year will be wonderful. Fourth
Fic Contest Urahara Kisuke FC SANTA'S OPERATION
Author: Terry Jones
Operation Santa's
December 24, snowflakes falling slowly but steadily over the neighborhood of Karakura. While normal people are sheltered from cold in their homes, a strange group of people gathered in front of a small family shop called Urahara Store "
" Damn ... why did they all just come to us today? For a free damn day we have in the barracks! "Shut up Renji
to bother me even more being forced to come to the normal world for something so stupid" Captain Kuchiki looked uncomfortable around where people let loose several insults about the person who had called them there.
- Damn! I should not to be here now, is that stupid manipulator who owe me more than a favor ...! -Make
shut for Ichigo ... my brother is your most important jobs and had to come!
"For God will you shut up already? Are you giving me a headache ... Oooh
-captain but if he does a fantastic afternoon, do not be angry now.
-Matsumoto ... why did you come if you do not owe nothing to that man?
"Well ... the truth is boring I did not want to stay in the barracks, with all that paperwork yet so I thought I'd sign up for this excursion into the human world with you.
-Tour ...
- Vaaaaaayaaa! At the end you have come all, do not know I'm glad to see you cuaaanto Kisuke Urahara-enthusiastic greeting to the group that was outside his tent while frantically moved his trusty fan.
- You had to come to us all?
- Of course you do! The more the merrier! Can not say I will go to me you are not grateful for all the favors I have done it?
"Damn you ... normal people is not exploited" The young captain in the 10 stared at the angry shopkeeper
"Let go, if only a little work at all ... Go not to let a poor shopkeeper sexy as I have to circling around the city Right?
-just once Urahara. The sooner it ends the better.
"Oh, Captain Kuchiki, always so impatient hehe. Do not worry, after that none of you need me any favor. By the way, is not someone missing here?
- Hey! Damn! I could not reach before!
Ikkaku came running with obvious signs of fatigue.
"Jesus ... the Captain has forced me to take me to Yachiru whole damn day ... had to be just today ...
- Shut pachinko ball! If I get bored I'll tell Ken-chan and will make you be my nurse what's left of the month!
- Go to shit! While
Yachiru decided that the best way to annoy Ikkaku was biting his head, Urahara meanwhile continued taking it all as a little joke while everyone else except him Rangiku looked increasingly accumulated hatred.
"Well, what if once we explain what all this?
"Of course, where are my manners ... let's see, as you know you all have some ... hmm ... favorcillo me yet, some of contraband for the SS here, some information there ...
- Smuggling ¿?
"Let go, do not get so serious ... Captain Hitsugaya not good to intimidate my clients ... as I was saying, business is business and I need you now should do something for this poor shopkeeper.
"I'll give you poor ...
-Kurosaki-san, because you look so lively you will be responsible to prove the special costume for this mission.
- Costume ... what?
To the astonishment of all present Tessai left the store with a great pair of boxes and immediately started taking Urahara strange warm clothes. To see further fixed in that they were identical to the typical costumes of Santa Claus costumes are so common at Christmas but with the exception that instead of red and white were green and white.
-not for anything ... I get it ...
"C'mon, c'mon, if nobody knows you here.
- Bullshit! If I go with Tatsuki that I can not return to class in a month!
"Come on, do not be picky, so elegant they are!
- I want one! I want one! Matsumoto
ran to pick up his and immediately went into the store to be changed. Moments later appeared at the door with a big smile showing all their new spectrum.
- It's great! This really is a fun Christmas! Captain Come, try on yours!
"I'm afraid that this will be a long night ... sooo
- Yuhuuu! I want another! We go bald!
Several minutes after what seemed impossible was real. The motley crew was dressed in the uniforms that the shopkeeper had given them.
- Smile! We are far better than I imagined.
Ichigo tried to cover her whole face with his cap as the two captains trying to pass unnoticed as possible. Renji and Rukia in turn were comforted knowing that the impression caused his superiors was not comparable to yours.
"Okay, I will tell you the deal. You owe me some favors and you want to be alone and I need someone to distribute these gifts to the houses of the inhabitants of Karakura ...
- Quee ¿? - The Shinigami looked at with eyes wide as Urahara pulled another of your boxes a couple of small packages also the colors of their clothing.
"Let go, you only have to carefully collars as many houses as you can and leave gifts ... even bring forth the positions gigais shinigamis ye should not feel ...
- How I could borrow for this?
Abarai-san "But ... every gift worth repartáis successful as payment for a favor that you have made. It is a fair one!
- But what the hell! You said that with this pay off ALL the debt!
- Did I say that? I guess I would understand evil Kurosaki-san ... anyway, to enhance competitiveness distribute more gifts who will settle all your debts. I promise. And now ... on, is already beginning to do at night!
The Shinigami looked at each other not knowing what to do but the mere thought of having to participate in something new was a good enough reason to want to win at all costs, in less than a second box Gifts shinigami was empty and had disappeared leaving only Urahara.
-Ahh ... I love this time. Tessai ... see, I think this will be fun.
Moments later, accompanied by Tessai Urahara see a small screen that displayed a map of the city with several green dots.
"Watch well, got a few small packages locators to control the outcome of all this, let's see how the night progresses. Oh, it looks like they already started!
Meanwhile, in the richest district of Karakura two shadows quickly jump the wall of a house and are preparing to enter it.
-Nii-sama, thank you let me go with him.
Rukia "No problem, the sooner we finish this better for us and also not going to let that had to be indebted to that miserable ... we will win the two and cleared it.
- Yes!
The two shinigami were introduced into the house through a window which was cut cleanly with a zanpaktou.
"Hey ... Nii-sama ... we should not have done that ... now anyone can enter here.
"No time to lose Rukia, you know how embarrassing it is me going through this?
- Santa Claus! Santaaa!
- Shhhhhhh!
A little boy had appeared in the living room of the house, looked like he had been hiding in that place waiting the arrival of Santa Claus.
"It's ... wait ... do not know kids like you should be in bed at this hour?
- What was not supposed to Santa Claus was a man and went solo?
-Ehm ... Nii-sama, what do I do?
But Byakuya was occupied, three other children watched with awe and respect face while he was still perplexed at the scene.
-Santa Santa, why do not you have a beard?
in a neighborhood far away, Ikkaku was standing on the roof of a humble and secluded home.
- Vamos! Going bald! The chimney for the fireplace!
- But what the hell you say! I will not go out there even if the captain in person ask me!
"Oh, then you should ask then?
-Hmpf ... damn ...
With an ever increasing anger Ikkaku was introduced by the dirty chimney with Lieutenant Yachiru on his back. Moments after landing with a loud noise inside the house.
"Go go go ... - A disheveled man was sitting in a chair facing the fireplace in his hands rested a gun pointing to Ikkaku - look the gift that I had come down the chimney.
"Wait ... is not what it seems ...
- BAM! Ikkaku
jumped
dodging the shot as the man began to chase him.
- Do not run scoundrel! I'll teach you to rob people's houses! Come here!
- Let go bald! If you get the gigai spoil you and you need another Hat Man!
- Shut up! Damn Captain Kuchiki who insisted that the officers did not bring the zanpakutous the human world!
In a neighborhood not far from there, Renji leaves a home after completing their work.
And with it are three, haha! At this step will be over in a while
Just at the back of the house itself, Ichigo has to enter through the window.
- Hehehe! Going to be easier than I thought ... trampling the package has left my Renji and place instead. I could not have been a better plan.
Confident, Ichigo leaves the house through the door and prepares to go to red, to his surprise it is not even a trace of his reiatsu.
-Stupid ... thought I would not feel your reiatsu uncontrolled behind me stupid?
-Re ... Renji, what are you doing standing here!
- Idiot! What are you doing destroying my work!
- A do you care! Just follow what you were doing!
- Bullshit! Now see what goes on laughing at me!
- Oh yes!? Come here if you dare!
And finally, Urahara screen can be seen as another batch of packages are going away from delivering another quarter of Karakura.
-Ahh ... those should be the Captain Hitsugaya and Lieutenant beautiful ... go with what would have been fun to follow them to see how it goes ... too bad I have to finish Christmas dinner ...
-Urahara-san, then you complain if you do not leave never to return to Soul Society. Yoruichi-Let
we do not tell me you do not you're having fun ...
Meanwhile, Hitsugaya and Matsumoto are with their work.
- Oooh! Taicho Taicho, here too we have made gifts!
- Want to be quiet! That's not for you!
While Hitsugaya was ending its work as quickly as possible, Matsumoto was served generously over and sake cup was in one of the tables in the house where they were.
- Look Look, if you do not want alcohol have also made sweets!
- Not! I want to finish this once! And where the hell are the other gifts?!
"Oh, you mean all those boxes we had stored in the bag? Is weighing a lot and I was leaving there ...
- But as you can be so ...!
- Hic! Taicho Come, it's Christmas! Let's take some of this for the Division!
- That's a steal! And you're drunk!
- BAMM! Over here! I've seen around here! The two surprised
shinigamis peered out the window just in time to see Ikkaku went running down the street at high speed while behind the lieutenant Yachiru yelled smiling.
- Yuhuuu! Bald Run run! You get caught!
-Ma ... Matsumoto ... I think we should go and ...
Matsumoto nodded with his mouth open while passing saw an angry group of people following the footsteps of Ikkaku.
"I'd rather not know how they anger others.
In Karakura rich neighborhood, everyone is asleep except for one house. In this room are already six children sitting around Captain Kuchiki him with admiration.
- But not going to bring gifts?
- Have you followed all the rules that I have commanded your fathers? Always remember that if you want to achieve something you must be polite and obedient.
- Yes sir!
-Nii-sama, "Rukia looked perplexed the scene while two other children tried unsuccessfully to reach the gift packs that carried in their hands - what if we leave all packages for distribution to its friends? We will also compliment the work ... I do not get to hold another house like this ...
"Yes, more so, at this step we are going to wake the whole neighborhood and begin to weary of it all.
After saying goodbye to the children leave the house and stopped to hear a distant whistle approaching.
-Fshhhhhhhhhhhhhh ... ... ... ... BAMMMMF! Ichigo
head lands in the middle of the street right in front of the other two shinigami.
"Hey ... Rukia ... Byakuya ... how about it?
- ICHIGO! Do not try to hide! ... Eh ... ca ... Captain? Byakuya
While I was startled by his lieutenant arrived after Ichigo, Rukia Ichigo kicked hard in the head.
- But what the hell have you been doing! Do not know anything but fighting! Idiot! Clown!
Finally and just one hour later, the group of shinigami is located opposite the Urahara shop.
Ikkaku takes all clothes torn while Yachiru seems habérselo had a great time and rest on his back. Kuchiki Captain Lieutenant looks furiously while he tries to stay away from him. For its part Matsumoto humming the carols you've heard in a house while the Captain Hitsugaya by his side complains of severe headache. When they realize, they note that the warehouse door is a sign "closed" and a note addressed to them.
"Dear friends, thank you very much for all the work could not have done it all myself. As I promised, as debts are paid off so many packages you have given but I am afraid I can not consider any winner because you gave me no time to tell you how many packets each carrying. But do not worry, the important thing is the Christmas spirit that have led families to Karakura and calm your debts, we will be in the holidays.
Merry Christmas: Urahara Kisuke
PD "Of course, costumes are a gift to you."
"No ... I can not believe ...
" Do not worry ... you will need ... And I'll be waiting here!
"I'm going back to Soul Society ... this has been embarrassing ...
December 25. Kurosaki residence.
- ICHIGOOOOOOOOOO Hello!
- Stay away from this bastard!
Like every morning is Isshin unsuccessfully to wake your child affectionately.
- Hahaha! I expected no less from my son did not come to see your gifts? Huh?
- Shut up and let me view!
Kurosaki's house is full of joy when Ichigo comes to Christmas tree notes with surprise that there is a package of Urahara with his name.
"Damn you ...
opens it carefully and notes that the content is a small figure of the shopkeeper dressed exactly like them last night. As I looked more closely observed a small spinning gear.
The figure begins to ring with a Christmas song that lasts a few seconds after which skips the doll's hat and plenty of confetti along with a small lineup flies through the air.
"Urahara STORE WISHES YOU HAPPY HOLIDAYS, DO NOT FORGET TO PASS BY HERE IN THE NEXT YEAR. NEW PRICES. GREAT NEWS "
-Advertising ... damn scammer that has kept us all night handing out its advertising! When I see him I'll kill him!
And while all this happens Urahara lies in its vast basement lying in a hammock.
-Ahh ... I love this time. I feel that next year will be wonderful. Fourth
Leg Pain Causes Alcahol
4 - Graduation Combat
Fic Contest
FC Urahara Kisuke THE BATTLE OF GRADUATION
Author: Graham Chapman
feel very cold.
The rain has stopped.
still remember that feeling. Still alive ...
The wooden clock marked the 2:53. Urahara was lying on his bed. A storm was lashing the Seireitei, and Kisuke was disturbed by it. Finally waking up.
After a couple of minutes, he decided to join. He sat on his bed, hands on knees, head bowed. Looked thoughtful. After a while, got up and slowly walked towards the large window located in front of his bed. Supported arms under the window and looked out.
water droplets hit the face and hair Kisuke, but did not seem to care much about that detail. After a few minutes looking in amazement, the horizon stretching beyond the Seireitei, Urahara brown hair was completely soaked and dripping by now.
- Well, it seems that we are facing another water last night. Is this an omen? I hope not ... I've forgotten the sensation of feeling my heart away from "storm" ... - Urahara's words were lost in the void of darkness.
leaning After a few minutes, decidió regresar al interior de su habitación. Pasó su mano derecha por sus cabellos, echándoselos hacia atrás, e intentando sacudirse todo el agua que había absorbido su pelo, y que lo había dejado húmedo.
- Mis últimos dos días en la academia… Pero los más decisivos… - Urahara mantenía la mirada perdida. - Casi cinco años aquí, cinco largos años… Se está acabando, por fin seré un Shinigami… Aunque antes de eso… Pronto será el combate…
Kisuke caminó en dirección a una pequeña estantería de madera que había sobre su escritorio. Sobre la repisa de la estantería se encontraba la Zampakutou of Kisuke. Urahara raised his arms and reached, hold it firmly and lowering of the shelf.
held it with both hands and stared.
- Should I use you? - Kisuke's eyes was a mixture of fear and concern.
Bleach - The battle for graduation.
the morning of May 24 dawned as all of the above in recent days, raining. It seems that the storm was punishing the Seireitei extended without any purpose. The ground was already more than puddles. Apparently, the drainage tunnels could take no more of himself.
All students of the Academy going, resigned to their classes. Today was a typical day that nobody would want to go to class.
Although the visit of the Commanding General of the Academy created a stimulus for students. The purpose of his trip was to congratulate the graduates, and to notify the two highest ranking students would face in a duel to clarify what would be the best student in the promotion and going to be on the honor roll of the Academy . Kisuke
attending the conference of the General Commander somewhat disjointed. I kept mulling over his thoughts, knowing, already, that would be one of the duelists, and knowing your opponent ... The same rival who has had throughout his stay at the Academy.
- These students and graduates, I shall present the names of the two best students in the promotion, for tomorrow will face in the courtyard of the Academy. The names of those elected are Kisuke Urahara, for their high grades in all subjects, especially in the management of zampakutou. His opponent will be ...
- Go ... At the end there has been no surprise ... So finally my opponent will be you ... - Kisuke glanced grimly to his opponent. The duel had already begun from a distance. Their eyes were burning.
- The battle will not be, much less, life and death. End where it is satisfied that one of the two opponents can not continue. The fourth squadron medical services at all times ensure the health of the opponents. I completed the speech. Hope to see you tomorrow at all in the courtyard of the Academy at ten o'clock. - The General Commander left the lectern from which he spoke, and students, some happier than others, began to leave the conference room. Kisuke
carefully walked through the halls of the Academy, absorbed in his thoughts. Recently got a bit disconnected from reality, so he decided to go to the fourth class to visit his best friend, Hero Tetsuya he repeated course last year. Urahara
down a staircase to give to the hallway that connected all the elementary classes of fourth year. Kisuke's heart was comforted to see those classes came to mind memories of times when he lurked no concern. Down the hall Tetsuya spotted talking to a girl.
- Tetsuya-san! - Urahara knocked loudly to his friend while walking in his direction.
- Well, if it is Kisuke-kun! "How long friend!? - Tetsuya raised his arms to greet her friend with a hug. Both
melted and Kisuke put his mouth to the ear Tetsuya to mumble.
- Who is this beauty Tetsuya? I see you have wasted your time bully. Could you introduce me.
- No way Urahara, who always end up taking away the girls.
Both ended the embrace without this little conversation reached the ears of the girl.
- What brings you here Kisuke? - Tetsuya had recovered cordiality.
- see, is my last day at the Academy, and would not leave without saying goodbye to you.
- Thank Urahara. I'm glad I finally finished. I imagine you'll be one of the nominees for Student of the year, right?
- Correct! - Kisuke used his victory pose, something ridiculous in the background. - So I came, I wanted to invite you to battle tomorrow.
- Me? "Invited to fight for choosing the best candidate? Urahara is an honor! I'll love it. Against whom fight? Kisuke
unresponsive, and the silence was deathly.
- I see ... is against him, right?
Kisuke nodded, more serious than usual.
- Go ... will be a hard fight ... not the first time I enfrentéis, but this time is final.
morning and afternoon passed so very quiet. Kisuke carefully visited the courtyard of the Academy, the scene of combat. He studied it carefully.
It was a fairly large patio, bordered by very tall buildings with no dimensions. The roofs were of gray. Just had puddles on the ground, it seemed that the stage would be in perfect condition for combat.
After lunch and lie down a bit, decided to visit the old willow tree outside the residence where Kisuke was guarded every night. Decided that his last evening there would leaning against the old tree.
still raining, but the thick foliage and sheltered him. Your thoughts they kept hitting him again and again.
Since coming to Rukongai, and until then, had never been in a situation as critical as that moment. He was at one point as part of his life in Soul Society. After that fight would start a new life in one of the Seireitei protection squads. Had not yet decided which to enter.
After two long hours mulling over all, decided to get up, and as he turned, he saw someone approaching. It was neither more nor less than Jyuushirou Ukitake, named years ago as the best student in his class, and great friend of Urahara clan.
- Well, well ... Good afternoon Ukitake-sama!
- Not so good Urahara-san. Mira worst time ago.
- Take Ya ... well as a few days. What brings you here?
- Well, you see ... - Ukitake grabbed his right hand to his chin as a sign of thinking about something.
- Tell me, I'm all ears.
- came to comment on this review bikinis next to me have brought the human world! Both
released a profuse laughter that broke the aura of seriousness that had been created by the situation.
- No, seriously. I wanted to talk seriously with you, Kisuke.
- About what?
- About Your zampakutou. - Ukitake's eyes betrayed a concern that terrified Urahara himself.
The night passed quietly. Urahara thought it was the calm that preceded the storm, and in a way you could say that was so ...
Kisuke could barely sleep a wink during the night, and a little before 8 decided to get up and dress. Are arrayed in white kimono students at the academy, and tied his black belt tightly around the waist to hold firmly founded his zampakutou.
- There's no turning back ...
Urahara left his room and went in the direction of the Academy.
The moment had finally arrived. The rain fell strongly. About 150 students had gathered in the courtyard of the Academy to attend the match between the two best students in fifth. There was also the Commandant General, who would be responsible to start the fight. Kisuke
already made an appearance, but his opponent had not yet appeared.
- If you arrive earlier than ten minutes, I will fight to an end. - The commanding general was on a serious warning.
Then rose a little buzz in the sector of students opposed to where it was Kisuke. People se fue apartando y dejando paso a alguien.
Por fin se alcanzó a ver una sombra que se movía en lontananza. De estatura mediana, tenía el cabello también castaño. Vestía el tradicional kimono blanco de la Academia y portaba su zampakutou sujeta al cinturón en el costado izquierdo. Además, usaba gafas con una montura bastante gruesa y en color negro.
- Por fin llegas, Sousuke Aizen. - El gesto de Urahara cambió rápidamente y abandonó todo signo de tranquilidad.
- Me gusta hacerme de rogar, Kisuke-kun. - Aizen sonreía ante las palabras de su compañero de clase.
Aizen se situó en frente de Kisuke, y el Comandante General se situó entra medias de los dos.
- You may start fighting!
General Commander turned, and both opponents were left staring eyes clouded with the opponent. Analyzed appeared to each other, not even blinked.
And like a thunderbolt exploding in the sky, the two disappeared suddenly making a Shump an infernal speed. So only could hear how both draw their zampakutous and clashed. Now they were within inches of each other.
- Magnificent Shump, Sousuke-san.
- Thanks Kisuke, yours has not been bad either.
spiritual pressure began to increase rapidly. Both opponents were trying to outdo each other, but neither he overcame. The spiritual force pushed them back, so the split katanas, to return to crash seconds after a new attack on both.
The floor gave way to the forces of the spiritual power released by the two combatants and was already beginning to create a small hole under the feet of students.
The rain was still falling, but pulverized in contact with two students. Kisuke
twisted your wrist to turn your katana, making slide to Aizen, he rushed forward. Urahara tried to seize the opportunity to download your katana from below up, but Sousuke was quick and got dodge jumping back. Le
Urahara was the turn, launched the attack with zampakutou ahead by downloading a lunge halfway up on Aizen, who responded by holding its zampakutou with both hands, and downloading a vertical stroke from top to the katana Kisuke, who hit the ground. Aizen was still pressing on zampakutou Urahara, leaving it trapped.
- Now you'll see. - Sousuke raised his left arm with the palm of his hand outstretched, and pointing to Urahara. - Destructive Art # 63, Raikouhou!
A spark came in the palm of the hand of Aizen. Urahara Shump escaped with a staggering pace in the period of time that Aizen wielded the katana in one hand and began to deliver kidou spell.
The little lightning impact against one of the surrounding buildings, creating a large cloud of smoke that quickly dissipated with the rain. Urahara was located on the slope of the roof of one building, behind Aizen.
- Missed Sousuke-san! - Urahara smiled while supporting your zampakutou over his shoulder.
- Now you'll see. - Aizen squeezed his left fist.
At the time, disappeared with a new Sousuke Shump also standing on the roof. It was there when it began a fierce duel along the roof. Kisuke
retreated before the advance of Aizen, which is increasingly moving more quickly. Urahara blocked by instinct, after all, Aizen had failed to even touch her kimono. The people stood expectantly despite the rain referred.
Kisuke was back along the roof on which they were both opponents. Urahara's footsteps resounded loudly. Some tile was completely broken. The water was dotted at every step, and the steam emanating from his mouth for the significant wear was suffering. The roof was running out, and Urahara was already on edge. Aizen, knowing that detail, launched a direct blow to the legs of Urahara. This jumped to avoid the blow, but Aizen downloaded squirmed and kicked him right in the belly that made the young member of the clan Urahara out fired in the direction of the wet floor. Fell into a rather unorthodox approach.
- Damn ... I is cornered ... And it seems that is gaining speed ... - Kisuke squeezed one of his fists, and hit the ground, fired out a few drops splashed him.
Urahara stood up, his back to Aizen, waiting impatiently for the continuation of combat.
- Have you already given up, Kisuke-kun? - Aizen smiling of a ruthless way.
- No way! - The screech of Urahara rumbles across the yard, and accompanied by a significant increase of spiritual strength. Kisuke
Shump made a rapid, discharging a sword who came to tear the kimono Sousuke. No time to see the gravity of the rupture, Urahara took a big jump on Aizen, he simply avoid it. Urahara zampakutou embedded in the ground, and before he fell, put his hand on the base of the handle, turning on itself, and downloading a kick to the face of Aizen, he fell to the ground. Urahara did not lose a hundredth of a second, and jumped again to Sousuke, who stood up and stopped the onslaught of Kisuke. The clash of steel and the sound of falling rain was the perfect soundtrack for a fight of this nature.
After three rounds in a row, the fourth was a very bad measure, and Aizen is aware of the detail. He did not just stop suddenly as in previous Kisuke rush, but the zampakutou placed so that the edge of the katana Urahara slip through the edge of the katana itself Sousuke. Thus, Urahara slipped forward and was the perfect opening for Aizen demonstrated why he earned an honors degree in the subject of demonic arts.
raised his right arm, and placed his index finger and heart in a position ninety degrees with respect to their ring finger and pinkie
- Destructive Art number 90, Kurohitsugi!
A small black coffin covered completely Urahara, plunging into the deepest of darkness. The coffin was sprayed and Kisuke received a few cuts from all parts of the body. Urahara was lying on a pool of blood.
Nearby, the commanding general was very surprised by the technique used by Sousuke.
- Destructive Art 90 ... Very interesting numbers. This is a technique of the highest rank, although the domain that has de ella es pésimo, es posible abatir a un shinigami académico con ella. Muy interesante ese joven.
Kisuke se encontraba en el suelo, agonizando después de tal mazazo.
- Maldición… Ese golpe ha sido demasiado para mi… Estoy perdido…
***Flash back***
- Jyuushirou-sama, ¿Por qué no debo utilizar mi zampakutou en el combate de mañana?
- Verás, estuve analizando tu katana… Y su liberación inicial es algo peligrosa si no la dominas. Apenas te forjaron la zampakutou hace una semana, y tú me has asegurado que eres capaz de liberarla.
- Si, es cierto, aunque me cuesta mucho hacerlo.
- is logical. You are just a student, it is too soon to release their power and fighting with him.
- But if you do not release, you may miss the match tomorrow against Aizen!
- So ... as you choose Urahara-kun ...
There was a deathly silence in the room of a young student.
- At least promise me one thing ...
- Dime.
- Do not keep released more than 30 seconds. If you do not follow my advice ... You can lose your life in the attempt. Ukitake
rose quite angry, and left the room without even saying goodbye to Urahara.
*** *** Flash back
- I have no choice but to ... - Urahara leaned both arms on the floor and, roughly, began to join. I kept bleeding, but that was not concerned nor the least. Between the eyes was victory.
- What will you do, Kisuke-kun? - Aizen was surprised to see that the boy could still join. - After a hit like that, your bones should have been turned to dust.
- Powder say ...? - Urahara laughed.
- How do you laugh, you bastard? - Aizen frowned, did not like that last laugh.
- Time ...
- Is the time for what? Look, you can not even take three steps at a time. Urahara
clipped, with difficulty, his zampakutou.
- Wake up, Benihime!
A red glow began to divest of Kisuke zampakutou that began to change in shape. The grip took the form of L, and his guard disappeared, joining the katana blade directly to the hilt, and with a kind of hanging red cordoncito. To the blade, much sharper than the katana without releasing, is characterized by lacking at the top edge, it is completely square.
- Co ... I have released the zampakutou if we developed it a week ago? - Aizen seemed completely terrified.
- I have no time to explain Sousuke. - Urahara's eyes took on a strange color, and raised the arm that held the zampakutou. - Now I cut in two!
The spiritual power began to flow between Kisuke and his katana, seemed one. Aizen did not know what to do, and decided it was best to counter a possible attack to unload Urahara. He raised his right hand.
- Oh, Lord! Mask of flesh and bone, all creation, flutter, those who bear the name of man, truth and temper. Through this wall without dream destination but with the slight unleashed wrath of your claws. Destructive Art number 33, Soukatsui!
Led by Aizen came off a fierce blue beam and of considerable size that would meet soon to Urahara, but at that moment ...
- Grita, Benihime! Urahara
zampakutou discharge its demonic spell against Aizen. A white light emanated from Kisuke katana, cutting in two the spell, and reaching out to Sousuke, who could do nothing after being surprised. There was a loud explosion, which Aizen was thrown up against a wall collision, which sank completely. Aizen was completely unconscious and covered in blood.
Urahara seemed exhausted and bleeding continued unabated. Were open their wounds after the effort he made. His sword again to seal itself, and he fell to the ground Kisuke. People flocked to help the two fighters.
Young Urahara family member turned around, noticing that the rain seemed to have subsided. Outlined a smile on his face.
feel very cold.
The rain has stopped.
still remember that feeling. Still alive ...
Fic Contest
FC Urahara Kisuke THE BATTLE OF GRADUATION
Author: Graham Chapman
The rain has stopped.
still remember that feeling. Still alive ...
The wooden clock marked the 2:53. Urahara was lying on his bed. A storm was lashing the Seireitei, and Kisuke was disturbed by it. Finally waking up.
After a couple of minutes, he decided to join. He sat on his bed, hands on knees, head bowed. Looked thoughtful. After a while, got up and slowly walked towards the large window located in front of his bed. Supported arms under the window and looked out.
water droplets hit the face and hair Kisuke, but did not seem to care much about that detail. After a few minutes looking in amazement, the horizon stretching beyond the Seireitei, Urahara brown hair was completely soaked and dripping by now.
- Well, it seems that we are facing another water last night. Is this an omen? I hope not ... I've forgotten the sensation of feeling my heart away from "storm" ... - Urahara's words were lost in the void of darkness.
leaning After a few minutes, decidió regresar al interior de su habitación. Pasó su mano derecha por sus cabellos, echándoselos hacia atrás, e intentando sacudirse todo el agua que había absorbido su pelo, y que lo había dejado húmedo.
- Mis últimos dos días en la academia… Pero los más decisivos… - Urahara mantenía la mirada perdida. - Casi cinco años aquí, cinco largos años… Se está acabando, por fin seré un Shinigami… Aunque antes de eso… Pronto será el combate…
Kisuke caminó en dirección a una pequeña estantería de madera que había sobre su escritorio. Sobre la repisa de la estantería se encontraba la Zampakutou of Kisuke. Urahara raised his arms and reached, hold it firmly and lowering of the shelf.
held it with both hands and stared.
- Should I use you? - Kisuke's eyes was a mixture of fear and concern.
Bleach - The battle for graduation.
the morning of May 24 dawned as all of the above in recent days, raining. It seems that the storm was punishing the Seireitei extended without any purpose. The ground was already more than puddles. Apparently, the drainage tunnels could take no more of himself.
All students of the Academy going, resigned to their classes. Today was a typical day that nobody would want to go to class.
Although the visit of the Commanding General of the Academy created a stimulus for students. The purpose of his trip was to congratulate the graduates, and to notify the two highest ranking students would face in a duel to clarify what would be the best student in the promotion and going to be on the honor roll of the Academy . Kisuke
attending the conference of the General Commander somewhat disjointed. I kept mulling over his thoughts, knowing, already, that would be one of the duelists, and knowing your opponent ... The same rival who has had throughout his stay at the Academy.
- These students and graduates, I shall present the names of the two best students in the promotion, for tomorrow will face in the courtyard of the Academy. The names of those elected are Kisuke Urahara, for their high grades in all subjects, especially in the management of zampakutou. His opponent will be ...
- Go ... At the end there has been no surprise ... So finally my opponent will be you ... - Kisuke glanced grimly to his opponent. The duel had already begun from a distance. Their eyes were burning.
- The battle will not be, much less, life and death. End where it is satisfied that one of the two opponents can not continue. The fourth squadron medical services at all times ensure the health of the opponents. I completed the speech. Hope to see you tomorrow at all in the courtyard of the Academy at ten o'clock. - The General Commander left the lectern from which he spoke, and students, some happier than others, began to leave the conference room. Kisuke
carefully walked through the halls of the Academy, absorbed in his thoughts. Recently got a bit disconnected from reality, so he decided to go to the fourth class to visit his best friend, Hero Tetsuya he repeated course last year. Urahara
down a staircase to give to the hallway that connected all the elementary classes of fourth year. Kisuke's heart was comforted to see those classes came to mind memories of times when he lurked no concern. Down the hall Tetsuya spotted talking to a girl.
- Tetsuya-san! - Urahara knocked loudly to his friend while walking in his direction.
- Well, if it is Kisuke-kun! "How long friend!? - Tetsuya raised his arms to greet her friend with a hug. Both
melted and Kisuke put his mouth to the ear Tetsuya to mumble.
- Who is this beauty Tetsuya? I see you have wasted your time bully. Could you introduce me.
- No way Urahara, who always end up taking away the girls.
Both ended the embrace without this little conversation reached the ears of the girl.
- What brings you here Kisuke? - Tetsuya had recovered cordiality.
- see, is my last day at the Academy, and would not leave without saying goodbye to you.
- Thank Urahara. I'm glad I finally finished. I imagine you'll be one of the nominees for Student of the year, right?
- Correct! - Kisuke used his victory pose, something ridiculous in the background. - So I came, I wanted to invite you to battle tomorrow.
- Me? "Invited to fight for choosing the best candidate? Urahara is an honor! I'll love it. Against whom fight? Kisuke
unresponsive, and the silence was deathly.
- I see ... is against him, right?
Kisuke nodded, more serious than usual.
- Go ... will be a hard fight ... not the first time I enfrentéis, but this time is final.
morning and afternoon passed so very quiet. Kisuke carefully visited the courtyard of the Academy, the scene of combat. He studied it carefully.
It was a fairly large patio, bordered by very tall buildings with no dimensions. The roofs were of gray. Just had puddles on the ground, it seemed that the stage would be in perfect condition for combat.
After lunch and lie down a bit, decided to visit the old willow tree outside the residence where Kisuke was guarded every night. Decided that his last evening there would leaning against the old tree.
still raining, but the thick foliage and sheltered him. Your thoughts they kept hitting him again and again.
Since coming to Rukongai, and until then, had never been in a situation as critical as that moment. He was at one point as part of his life in Soul Society. After that fight would start a new life in one of the Seireitei protection squads. Had not yet decided which to enter.
After two long hours mulling over all, decided to get up, and as he turned, he saw someone approaching. It was neither more nor less than Jyuushirou Ukitake, named years ago as the best student in his class, and great friend of Urahara clan.
- Well, well ... Good afternoon Ukitake-sama!
- Not so good Urahara-san. Mira worst time ago.
- Take Ya ... well as a few days. What brings you here?
- Well, you see ... - Ukitake grabbed his right hand to his chin as a sign of thinking about something.
- Tell me, I'm all ears.
- came to comment on this review bikinis next to me have brought the human world! Both
released a profuse laughter that broke the aura of seriousness that had been created by the situation.
- No, seriously. I wanted to talk seriously with you, Kisuke.
- About what?
- About Your zampakutou. - Ukitake's eyes betrayed a concern that terrified Urahara himself.
The night passed quietly. Urahara thought it was the calm that preceded the storm, and in a way you could say that was so ...
Kisuke could barely sleep a wink during the night, and a little before 8 decided to get up and dress. Are arrayed in white kimono students at the academy, and tied his black belt tightly around the waist to hold firmly founded his zampakutou.
- There's no turning back ...
Urahara left his room and went in the direction of the Academy.
The moment had finally arrived. The rain fell strongly. About 150 students had gathered in the courtyard of the Academy to attend the match between the two best students in fifth. There was also the Commandant General, who would be responsible to start the fight. Kisuke
already made an appearance, but his opponent had not yet appeared.
- If you arrive earlier than ten minutes, I will fight to an end. - The commanding general was on a serious warning.
Then rose a little buzz in the sector of students opposed to where it was Kisuke. People se fue apartando y dejando paso a alguien.
Por fin se alcanzó a ver una sombra que se movía en lontananza. De estatura mediana, tenía el cabello también castaño. Vestía el tradicional kimono blanco de la Academia y portaba su zampakutou sujeta al cinturón en el costado izquierdo. Además, usaba gafas con una montura bastante gruesa y en color negro.
- Por fin llegas, Sousuke Aizen. - El gesto de Urahara cambió rápidamente y abandonó todo signo de tranquilidad.
- Me gusta hacerme de rogar, Kisuke-kun. - Aizen sonreía ante las palabras de su compañero de clase.
Aizen se situó en frente de Kisuke, y el Comandante General se situó entra medias de los dos.
- You may start fighting!
General Commander turned, and both opponents were left staring eyes clouded with the opponent. Analyzed appeared to each other, not even blinked.
And like a thunderbolt exploding in the sky, the two disappeared suddenly making a Shump an infernal speed. So only could hear how both draw their zampakutous and clashed. Now they were within inches of each other.
- Magnificent Shump, Sousuke-san.
- Thanks Kisuke, yours has not been bad either.
spiritual pressure began to increase rapidly. Both opponents were trying to outdo each other, but neither he overcame. The spiritual force pushed them back, so the split katanas, to return to crash seconds after a new attack on both.
The floor gave way to the forces of the spiritual power released by the two combatants and was already beginning to create a small hole under the feet of students.
The rain was still falling, but pulverized in contact with two students. Kisuke
twisted your wrist to turn your katana, making slide to Aizen, he rushed forward. Urahara tried to seize the opportunity to download your katana from below up, but Sousuke was quick and got dodge jumping back. Le
Urahara was the turn, launched the attack with zampakutou ahead by downloading a lunge halfway up on Aizen, who responded by holding its zampakutou with both hands, and downloading a vertical stroke from top to the katana Kisuke, who hit the ground. Aizen was still pressing on zampakutou Urahara, leaving it trapped.
- Now you'll see. - Sousuke raised his left arm with the palm of his hand outstretched, and pointing to Urahara. - Destructive Art # 63, Raikouhou!
A spark came in the palm of the hand of Aizen. Urahara Shump escaped with a staggering pace in the period of time that Aizen wielded the katana in one hand and began to deliver kidou spell.
The little lightning impact against one of the surrounding buildings, creating a large cloud of smoke that quickly dissipated with the rain. Urahara was located on the slope of the roof of one building, behind Aizen.
- Missed Sousuke-san! - Urahara smiled while supporting your zampakutou over his shoulder.
- Now you'll see. - Aizen squeezed his left fist.
At the time, disappeared with a new Sousuke Shump also standing on the roof. It was there when it began a fierce duel along the roof. Kisuke
retreated before the advance of Aizen, which is increasingly moving more quickly. Urahara blocked by instinct, after all, Aizen had failed to even touch her kimono. The people stood expectantly despite the rain referred.
Kisuke was back along the roof on which they were both opponents. Urahara's footsteps resounded loudly. Some tile was completely broken. The water was dotted at every step, and the steam emanating from his mouth for the significant wear was suffering. The roof was running out, and Urahara was already on edge. Aizen, knowing that detail, launched a direct blow to the legs of Urahara. This jumped to avoid the blow, but Aizen downloaded squirmed and kicked him right in the belly that made the young member of the clan Urahara out fired in the direction of the wet floor. Fell into a rather unorthodox approach.
- Damn ... I is cornered ... And it seems that is gaining speed ... - Kisuke squeezed one of his fists, and hit the ground, fired out a few drops splashed him.
Urahara stood up, his back to Aizen, waiting impatiently for the continuation of combat.
- Have you already given up, Kisuke-kun? - Aizen smiling of a ruthless way.
- No way! - The screech of Urahara rumbles across the yard, and accompanied by a significant increase of spiritual strength. Kisuke
Shump made a rapid, discharging a sword who came to tear the kimono Sousuke. No time to see the gravity of the rupture, Urahara took a big jump on Aizen, he simply avoid it. Urahara zampakutou embedded in the ground, and before he fell, put his hand on the base of the handle, turning on itself, and downloading a kick to the face of Aizen, he fell to the ground. Urahara did not lose a hundredth of a second, and jumped again to Sousuke, who stood up and stopped the onslaught of Kisuke. The clash of steel and the sound of falling rain was the perfect soundtrack for a fight of this nature.
After three rounds in a row, the fourth was a very bad measure, and Aizen is aware of the detail. He did not just stop suddenly as in previous Kisuke rush, but the zampakutou placed so that the edge of the katana Urahara slip through the edge of the katana itself Sousuke. Thus, Urahara slipped forward and was the perfect opening for Aizen demonstrated why he earned an honors degree in the subject of demonic arts.
raised his right arm, and placed his index finger and heart in a position ninety degrees with respect to their ring finger and pinkie
- Destructive Art number 90, Kurohitsugi!
A small black coffin covered completely Urahara, plunging into the deepest of darkness. The coffin was sprayed and Kisuke received a few cuts from all parts of the body. Urahara was lying on a pool of blood.
Nearby, the commanding general was very surprised by the technique used by Sousuke.
- Destructive Art 90 ... Very interesting numbers. This is a technique of the highest rank, although the domain that has de ella es pésimo, es posible abatir a un shinigami académico con ella. Muy interesante ese joven.
Kisuke se encontraba en el suelo, agonizando después de tal mazazo.
- Maldición… Ese golpe ha sido demasiado para mi… Estoy perdido…
***Flash back***
- Jyuushirou-sama, ¿Por qué no debo utilizar mi zampakutou en el combate de mañana?
- Verás, estuve analizando tu katana… Y su liberación inicial es algo peligrosa si no la dominas. Apenas te forjaron la zampakutou hace una semana, y tú me has asegurado que eres capaz de liberarla.
- Si, es cierto, aunque me cuesta mucho hacerlo.
- is logical. You are just a student, it is too soon to release their power and fighting with him.
- But if you do not release, you may miss the match tomorrow against Aizen!
- So ... as you choose Urahara-kun ...
There was a deathly silence in the room of a young student.
- At least promise me one thing ...
- Dime.
- Do not keep released more than 30 seconds. If you do not follow my advice ... You can lose your life in the attempt. Ukitake
rose quite angry, and left the room without even saying goodbye to Urahara.
*** *** Flash back
- I have no choice but to ... - Urahara leaned both arms on the floor and, roughly, began to join. I kept bleeding, but that was not concerned nor the least. Between the eyes was victory.
- What will you do, Kisuke-kun? - Aizen was surprised to see that the boy could still join. - After a hit like that, your bones should have been turned to dust.
- Powder say ...? - Urahara laughed.
- How do you laugh, you bastard? - Aizen frowned, did not like that last laugh.
- Time ...
- Is the time for what? Look, you can not even take three steps at a time. Urahara
clipped, with difficulty, his zampakutou.
- Wake up, Benihime!
A red glow began to divest of Kisuke zampakutou that began to change in shape. The grip took the form of L, and his guard disappeared, joining the katana blade directly to the hilt, and with a kind of hanging red cordoncito. To the blade, much sharper than the katana without releasing, is characterized by lacking at the top edge, it is completely square.
- Co ... I have released the zampakutou if we developed it a week ago? - Aizen seemed completely terrified.
- I have no time to explain Sousuke. - Urahara's eyes took on a strange color, and raised the arm that held the zampakutou. - Now I cut in two!
The spiritual power began to flow between Kisuke and his katana, seemed one. Aizen did not know what to do, and decided it was best to counter a possible attack to unload Urahara. He raised his right hand.
- Oh, Lord! Mask of flesh and bone, all creation, flutter, those who bear the name of man, truth and temper. Through this wall without dream destination but with the slight unleashed wrath of your claws. Destructive Art number 33, Soukatsui!
Led by Aizen came off a fierce blue beam and of considerable size that would meet soon to Urahara, but at that moment ...
- Grita, Benihime! Urahara
zampakutou discharge its demonic spell against Aizen. A white light emanated from Kisuke katana, cutting in two the spell, and reaching out to Sousuke, who could do nothing after being surprised. There was a loud explosion, which Aizen was thrown up against a wall collision, which sank completely. Aizen was completely unconscious and covered in blood.
Urahara seemed exhausted and bleeding continued unabated. Were open their wounds after the effort he made. His sword again to seal itself, and he fell to the ground Kisuke. People flocked to help the two fighters.
Young Urahara family member turned around, noticing that the rain seemed to have subsided. Outlined a smile on his face.
The rain has stopped.
still remember that feeling. Still alive ...
Pain From Sleeping On Ear
FIC 3 - The bonus
Third Fic Contest FC Urahara Kisuke. THE AGUINALDO
Author: John Cleese
week early, dark and cold despite being only 6 in the afternoon. December evening that he welcomed the capricious season. Small corpuscles
ice is dropped from the sky, where they were born to die accumulated in the streets of Karakura city. All adorned by an infernal tune then took possession of the roads and rúas of said city, and that was repeated ad nauseum without solution. Hopeless when your boss music that plays like martyrdom.
brighten the environment or torture their employees, no matter the reason, if facile and mocking rhymes, accompanied by children and repetitive chords, also should be strong enough to hear in the store to mess up one of his subordinates.
- There, abandonment - was heard to say to the little red-haired, tired of Christmas carols, pulling the shovel he used to collect the snow that blocked the way at the entrance to the Urahara store.
- Jinta-kun ... - the girl with the pigtails was involved with his weak and timid little voice - I do not think Tessai-san kindly see you go.
- Tessai-san does not have to learn - Malicious said with both hands clutching the shovel.
The redhead was about to stir it up with all his might to the small Ururu, but their desires were suddenly truncated. A force grabbed the stick and lifted the boy loosed their contact with the ground, while grasping the handle of the tool.
Tessai was that, as appeared from nowhere, grabbed the blade with his strong, muscular arm thus avoiding the assault by wayward hair that madman to his companion.
- I thought the boss told you to clean all this to facilitate entry to customers - the highest lectured excapitán vassal.
Although his mouth was leaving a cloud of steam due bewildered, his dress-shirt under his apron seemed waive usual passing weather which happened.
- S-yes, yes, yes .... - was quick to say the small Jinta, nervous.
settled again on the floor and left rebel bred indoors. Once the giant left them alone, the redhead did not fail to drop a string of unhappy result of the mania that had Tessai to lift into the air, this was the only one to put in place when needed.
- Customers? I'll give me "customers" - muttered Jinta.
again The boy grabbed the shovel in his hands with every intention of paying his frustration with the only victim here, Ururu omnipresent in their ranting.
But, moments before, their plans were interrupted as the door of the store drew for the second time in a few minutes, allowing the melody of the underworld from taking over the space where the children were. These chords
Jinta shook with a chill that ran down from his toupee to the tips of the toes.
- Ahhh! You are here! - Kisuke said with his singing tone particular to match the symphony sounded at full volume inside the premises - Enter! We will close the store.
The children looked puzzled. It was Christmas Eve and were working as black, as every day without exception, always orders his wild boss.
- But if you are the one who sent us ... - Ururu said the always obedient, perhaps motivated by a hint of red to attack or retaliate simply seeing that it was himself who had to clean the street, occupied the pristine white snow.
- Veeeenga, veeeenga. Escaping the heat! - Urahara interrupted the girl, masking the indulgence of that work with a gesture typical of him, opened a fan painted in bright colors, inviting children to enter the premises.
Reluctantly, the children entered. Urahara closed the shop while flipped a sign on the door showing a caricature of himself holding a sign: "Closed for Staff Brief Break." Perhaps
Kisuke was ambitious and, therefore, never neglecting the business. However, although the term "brief" featured in the sign, they knew that Urahara kept that feast with love, so the break would last all night.
The place was warm because the heat was the maximum allowed power. The carols became intolerable, especially for Jinta that hated to death and considered the greatest punishment he could impose.
They moved into the backroom and used to make everyday life. Occupied the day before to decorate and dress those cold aisles and turned into a pleasant stay with the help of wreaths, colored lights and other decorations typical.
In one corner of the room they used as "Meeting Room" if necessary, bet a grand fir, plastic to make it last longer and to maintain environmental awareness.
was crammed with bright balls of different colors; tinsel around the tree as if they were unnatural scarves that will keep it, infusing a more familiar, white chips outlets served as a spray of snow, that very little before the redhead was cleaning the shop door. Under the artificial
conifer
well packed with papers lay equal or brighter than the balls that land on their own, whose graceful gifts owners were among those walls. Surely the ruler of the store took the kids were off to be placed with care and orderly manner.
The table was elegantly dressed for the occasion. Featured specials to celebrate that night so popular that were borne by the chef of the house: Tessai. Luckily he was good at the culinary arts.
They sat all around the table and began to taste the food that subordinate big man had prepared. Jinta
quickly poured a little of each dish located in the center of the table, so no one will be forwarded to him and take away the food they so eagerly swallowed. The small devoured everything that came before his eyes. Animal behavior corrected when the cook gave him a look that seemed to say: "Leave something for others."
By contrast, the other dinner guests were divided as brothers, without arguing for nothing. Almost looked like a real family, saving the blood barrier that separated them.
However, despite the fun they had, kept Kisuke to observe an eagle to its prey, the window to his right, skylights tarnished by the temperature difference between the street and the interior.
was worried, not fully enjoyed the dinner, the company ... of the party, after all. Until, when he finished the damn album "Christmas Hits Yesterday and Today", and just before you restart your play automatically, there was a slight noise like claws that scratched the same window that watched relentlessly.
The drew quickly, without delay. There was a jet cat fur, sitting with one leg pointing to the window with the garras desenfundadas, temblando por el frío que la navideña noche ofrecía, de su nariz caían sendas estalactitas del viscoso material que fluía de sus fosas nasales. Junto a él, una caja envuelta con distinguido forro acabada con un gran lazo rojo.
- Ahhh! Yoruichi-san!!! Ya me tenías preocupado – saludó el anfitrión.
El animal apenas pudo levantar las posaderas del alféizar para meterse en la tienda a la velocidad que le permitían sus entumecidas extremidades.
- ¿Desde cuándo llevas aquí? – se interesó Urahara sirviéndole un tapón de sake que le ayudaría a entrar en calor y responderle.
Apenas se bebió asked the little drink more, an act that was repeated a few times. When he was able, Yoruichi started with a few words. Premises that the redhead he sounded like a heavenly message in the hands of seraphim down from heaven and he pitied the supposed punishment hearing that musical aberration.
- Kisuke ... ... For the next time down the volume of carols - able to articulate the pet, not without effort.
It appeared that the cat had been a long time waiting at the window, hoping that someone would fall in his presence between songs, such was the commotion that had assembled in the shop. Since the term was hard extra long jumped on the same static position, which made it fell almost in a frozen state.
After the meal, Kisuke kicked out so that each gift was made with the long-awaited impatiently awaiting under the tree.
returned to their places at the table and then was ordered everyone to open their present.
- Yoruichi ... Open it you first - excited the humble shopkeeper said.
The quadruped agreed to the "order" of his friend and he underwent a scratch on the box. Tried to open it, using his head, pushing the lid without success. All were watching him, between attentive and curious, about how this little animal would solve the problem remedied with good grasping fingers.
despair and resignation, Kisuke aided him and was finally able to open the damn box. All rose to lean to the content. But excapitán research division did not give them time to do anything because once, grabbed what was inside and put it on the cat.
- Look how cute! - Urahara urged others to see the gift, giving back to Yoruichi, putting it ahead of the other attendees of the meeting. - You're ready to greet the new year.
The cat seemed submissive, tolerant the dirty tricks that always made him his friend. This time ... No, it was different. It was another joke with legs. Something not lost on others and who fell back and laughed they could not endure despite the dirty look to them by the animal.
Poor lighting Yoruichi wore eyeglasses, a spectacle frame forming the coming year, 2007, adorned with lights flashing and changing colors that clashed with his serious expression and quiet, apparently. Surprisingly the left put the rest of the night ... and night.
For its part, the box that had cost so much up to the ledge the cat was gift for your friend. The nervous opening, fast and impatient, with the same enthusiasm that a child in his first Christmas conscious.
undid the wrappings and took the lid. This box housed something he needed to Urahara Ichigo since he coached for some time: a brand new and stylish hat, but with an addition, a red flower protruding from one side of it. In short, a horror of a hat.
- Yoruichi-san! How did you know ...? - Asked as he replaced the hat worn by the new, totally proud of the garment, that it seemed a priori revenge courtesy of the cat.
- What surprises me is that none of these you buy one before - said the cat's eyes staring at him.
Urahara could barely hide the grace that caused him to see his friend with such paint, especially if you watched so closely and carefully. What I despise is that, with that hat, Yoruichi also had to hide genuine laughter that kept inside. So, what had been achieved: the effect of ridicule was mutual.
hilarious to avoid facing her, something that would do him really bad coming from him, made the others open their present. A zambomba, a bottle of anise with a drumstick and a tambourine Tessai touched him, Jinta and Ururu, respectively.
That trio was stunned looking at his gifts. What Urahara wanted to do with that? Surely nothing good happened to Kisuke, who used every opportunity to do business. Each
parade watched what he had given on the night of fraternal peace. Ururu easily shook her tambourine, happy and fun, making a great fuss. For its part, Jinta arming roar like the bottle and the stick, rubbing the second against the first.
- Kisuke Kisuke ...! - Yoruichi called the shopkeeper from the scandal that arming these two - do not think a botella de anís sea el mejor regalo para un niño. Así fomentas el alcoholismo entre la juventud.
- Yoruichi-san… Amiga mía, no te has fijado en que ya me encargué de vaciarla días antes – respondió guiñándole un ojo.
Sin embargo… Tessai no sabía cómo funcionaba la zambomba. Cogía el extremo y lo intentaba mover hacia un lado, sin éxito. Lo movía hacia el otro con igual resultado. Se encontraba estudiando el instrumento por todas las partes posibles cuando el pelirrojo le arrebató de repente el mismo.
- Tessai-san, eres torpe! – inquirió – Esto se hace así.
Se escupió una mano, hizo lo same in the other. Zambomba strongly gripped with one hand, and the other was ready to shake the stick protruding. Up, down ... Inside, outside .... Fast moves, fast, who managed to sound a characteristic that device.
- Jinta-kun ... How do you do so well? - Asked innocent Ururu to the amazement of everyone else.
- Well ... It takes practice - boasted the redhead.
- Jinta-kun, when you've practiced with a zambomba? - Tessai reproached him with scabies, the rightful owner of the rustic instrument.
To which the child could no longer zambomba to leave on the table, suddenly, as if they burn in their hands the same time his face was ruled by a reddish color, one might say they were a reflection of your hair.
- Take the instruments and will wrap. Let's take a walk - Kisuke cut to the chase with a twisted smile.
5 were launched into the streets trimmed with coats, gloves and other warm clothes because it was quite cold. In the case of Yoruichi in cat form, Kisuke him really hard a scarf tied around his neck and a zapatillitas fits his size to keep it will freeze the legs in contact with the frozen ground, that yes, he retained the grotesque announcing glasses next year with a week in advance. For its part, Kisuke looked filled his new hat.
Walking the streets groomed with ornaments also well known, were kicking the city. Jinta continued attacking the small Ururu, attacking it with the help of the stick, while she was only able to complain and Tessai shelter behind his shield. Urahara
chatted animatedly with his feline friend, both smiling and the look certainly had.
carefree walked until they reached a residential area of Karakura. Kisuke stopped running when he thought fit and, as if it were a military troop, sent them to develop: children in front, in front of the battle, and Kisuke Tessai behind, reinforcing the rear, and Yoruichi in the arms of his faithful friend.
- Tessai, change his instrument to Jinta - and continued with another proposed rule - Ururu, knocks on the door.
just took a moment for the resident of the house opened the door and found a very special group of people, each one more different. However, the inhabitants of the house was not surprised at all. Kurosaki was internal.
- Music and ... - Urahara started after which he began a musical roar, gradually began to take rhythm and sang along to the giant - "Towards Rukongai is a cat ... "
-" ... Rin, rin ... I patched, I patched.
I took a patch, Ichigo took it off. "- Chanted the children.
- "Loaded reiaaaatsu ...
Porta your zaaampakutouh ..." - continued the men, since Yoruichi was only doing bulk in the middle of this madness.
- "... Rin, rin ... I rem ..." - the children were interrupted when the blond shinigami substitute, to the door, tired of enduring this drivel and hit the door.
In the reaction of young Kurosaki, resumed the march toward the next target. They repeated the ritual were planted outside the house, the smallest of the coletitas rang the bell of it and waited patiently until the door were allowed to watch his second "victim."
- "In the Soul Society, no respect, honor and loyalty.
Aizen, Gin and Kaname attack on his integrity ... "- began again Kisuke.
- "Walk, walk, walk ... Go mess was armed.
Walk, walk, walk, nothing good happened ... "- accompanied, again, kids.
The static and taciturn Yasutora Sado was stoically enduring songs of the team "Urahara Shop." After the carol, the boy walked into the house and left it with a tray of Christmas cookies, to thank the good time that had passed.
When the children were to be served, an arm stuck between the kids holding the tray and emptied its contents into a bag under her coat.
- Do not eat anything. And split it later - he said the shopkeeper, before the eyes of the children questions and Chad.
The suspicions were the recipients of the instruments had been confirmed. It was Christmas Eve, but not ceased to be an opportunity to make a profit. So continued the round that he had secretly planned Urahara, who knows when.
- "The road to the Seireitei Rukongai
Baja to the ice-covered.
The shinigami come here ready to kill the hollow
cold and vile "
-" Rom pom pom pom, pom pom pom rom
. "- The children were in their roles under the receiver Christmas choir so special carol.
That letter did nothing to light the coals lying, smoking, inside of which was that Ishida was listening impassively, the innocent ditty.
the time ran out, as did Chad, got into his house and came out minutes later with something in his hands: a garment of diminutive size, made of wool. Urahara
grabbed him, curious to see what it was: a cap with a pair of fabric added to both sides.
- It's for you, Yoruichi-san - Uryuu gifted observer, he saw that the animal had ice floes in the ears.
- Aahhh! You look great - Kisuke said, putting it at once to her friend, who seemed to come alive when their ears resume some normal temperatures the rest of your body.
Following this altruistic gesture, the group was waiting as the single donated Quincy present for the cat. What was it? They left empty handed as, thereupon, Ishida thanked them politely that insidious melody and closed the door. There was not much difference between the substitute shinigami and "racial archenemy," the Quincy.
elongated faces of children denoted tired and cold. The little nose of Ururu turned a red apple, very sharp, while the little redhead liked to feel the coolness in her cheeks.
- We only have a house - Urahara managed to say to your device "pro-profit."
command Urahara Shop walked resigned, leaving guided by the eccentric boss, both in the store that night.
The shopkeeper was a window which was lighted, a sign that the house was occupied at the time.
climbed stairs that gave access to the said housing, Jinta knocked on the door, almost throwing it down as his despair was almost palpable.
The one that opened the door did not seem to be the original inhabitants of the house gave input as to the true owner of the residence.
- Hime ... I seek - Tatsuki said with disdain, the faithful friend of Inoue.
- Yoruichi-saaan! That monaaaaaaa! - Well-endowed blonde shouted after snatching cat Urahara arms.
The animal, like the rest of the night, it was left to do. It was useless to resist those humans, I knew, were always at his ball and almost never listened to what they lectured.
The blonde hugged her warmly, squeezing until Yoruichi could not help but get the grip and guard against "attacks fond" of the teenager. Mniobra evasive took effect as the girl placed it back on the floor after complaining known for the damage caused.
group remained attentive until the cat, perhaps in a fit of laziness, went in search of the arms of his friend Kisuke, returning to the good panoramic elevated position allowed.
- One, two, and ... - gave rise to start the director of the makeshift orchestra.
- "Twenty-five December
Fum, fum, fum
December Twenty
Fum, fum, fum" - this time Carol began with the involvement of children.
- "A very small shinigami
juubantai captained his face with hideous
Well it seems another thing" - the adult section was singing this part.
- "Fum, fum, fum" - concluded the kids.
The excited host burst into joy and words of joy for describe the song that they offered their new friends, tried to learn to tune that blows the judoka who shared that evening in the absence of family.
As above, got into the pantry and took a lot of strange jars of preserves, among which peeped a tin of chocolates and a cucumber salad, bottled, seasoned with honey and caramel syrup.
- Inoue, do not think that is to your liking ... - murmured Arisawa for the sake of the singers.
- What do you mean, Tatsuki? Authentic delicatessen! - Said taking the bag with food prepared by more flamboyant than they had seen in their lives, whose combinations could be worse than separately.
She said goodbye to the group. Shortly after closing the door, came back the judoka with a little cash on hand.
- Take ... To antacid - cared for them, he knew that it could Inoue delicacies cause a stomach ulcer.
Kisuke quickly grabbed the little money they offered Tatsuki and kept it for safekeeping.
Back to the store, went to the room by the spruce reigned. Kisuke pulled the riot that had achieved that night. For children not discuss among themselves for who llevaba más o de mejor calidad, fue el tendero el que distribuyó los bienes ganados.
De manera que la comida de Orihime fue repartida entre los niños y Tessai; éste último le sacaría un buen provecho y haría que pareciesen comestibles, mientras que los niños tenían la misma cara de enfado y desilusión que cuando vieron los regalos asignados.
- ¿Qué hay de lo que nos dio el gorila y Arisawa-san? – replicó Jinta.
- Aquí no hay nada más – mostró Kisuke la bolsa vacía destinada a recoger lo que les daban como aguinaldo.
- Kisuke…. – dijo Yoruichi, para que terminara de repartir lo que escondía con much suspicion. Urahara could be worse than any of the children present.
- Okay ... - finally capitulated, pulling the candy from Chad and placing them on the table.
Children threw them like wild beasts, devouring them quickly, so that adults just might take some cake. When exhausted, the cat again intervened.
- Kisuke ... - said in the same tone.
- Vaaale! - Said indulgently.
This time, he took the money wisely handed to the astonished faces of viewers in the makeshift ceremony of the distribution of Christmas goods. "
- This for me, this for you, this for me .... This for me, this for you, this for me ... - distributed the tickets that gave Tatsuki good for earmarked to antacids.
- Do not you think that had more "me" who "you"? - Asked the bold red, looking stunned the small amount that had them compared to the boss.
- Hale, haleeee .... Go to sleep! - Sent the children to their rooms
Small obeyed reluctantly Tessai was responsible for cleaning up the mess table they had left before going to the street where the collective household servant.
Left alone, the cat looked at Urahara enarqueando an eyebrow, a gesture skeptical.
- Kisuke ... you of what there is.
- Ahh ... "He who takes part and shares the best part" - lectured the shopkeeper to his old friend. Second
Third Fic Contest FC Urahara Kisuke. THE AGUINALDO
Author: John Cleese
week early, dark and cold despite being only 6 in the afternoon. December evening that he welcomed the capricious season. Small corpuscles
ice is dropped from the sky, where they were born to die accumulated in the streets of Karakura city. All adorned by an infernal tune then took possession of the roads and rúas of said city, and that was repeated ad nauseum without solution. Hopeless when your boss music that plays like martyrdom.
brighten the environment or torture their employees, no matter the reason, if facile and mocking rhymes, accompanied by children and repetitive chords, also should be strong enough to hear in the store to mess up one of his subordinates.
- There, abandonment - was heard to say to the little red-haired, tired of Christmas carols, pulling the shovel he used to collect the snow that blocked the way at the entrance to the Urahara store.
- Jinta-kun ... - the girl with the pigtails was involved with his weak and timid little voice - I do not think Tessai-san kindly see you go.
- Tessai-san does not have to learn - Malicious said with both hands clutching the shovel.
The redhead was about to stir it up with all his might to the small Ururu, but their desires were suddenly truncated. A force grabbed the stick and lifted the boy loosed their contact with the ground, while grasping the handle of the tool.
Tessai was that, as appeared from nowhere, grabbed the blade with his strong, muscular arm thus avoiding the assault by wayward hair that madman to his companion.
- I thought the boss told you to clean all this to facilitate entry to customers - the highest lectured excapitán vassal.
Although his mouth was leaving a cloud of steam due bewildered, his dress-shirt under his apron seemed waive usual passing weather which happened.
- S-yes, yes, yes .... - was quick to say the small Jinta, nervous.
settled again on the floor and left rebel bred indoors. Once the giant left them alone, the redhead did not fail to drop a string of unhappy result of the mania that had Tessai to lift into the air, this was the only one to put in place when needed.
- Customers? I'll give me "customers" - muttered Jinta.
again The boy grabbed the shovel in his hands with every intention of paying his frustration with the only victim here, Ururu omnipresent in their ranting.
But, moments before, their plans were interrupted as the door of the store drew for the second time in a few minutes, allowing the melody of the underworld from taking over the space where the children were. These chords
Jinta shook with a chill that ran down from his toupee to the tips of the toes.
- Ahhh! You are here! - Kisuke said with his singing tone particular to match the symphony sounded at full volume inside the premises - Enter! We will close the store.
The children looked puzzled. It was Christmas Eve and were working as black, as every day without exception, always orders his wild boss.
- But if you are the one who sent us ... - Ururu said the always obedient, perhaps motivated by a hint of red to attack or retaliate simply seeing that it was himself who had to clean the street, occupied the pristine white snow.
- Veeeenga, veeeenga. Escaping the heat! - Urahara interrupted the girl, masking the indulgence of that work with a gesture typical of him, opened a fan painted in bright colors, inviting children to enter the premises.
Reluctantly, the children entered. Urahara closed the shop while flipped a sign on the door showing a caricature of himself holding a sign: "Closed for Staff Brief Break." Perhaps
Kisuke was ambitious and, therefore, never neglecting the business. However, although the term "brief" featured in the sign, they knew that Urahara kept that feast with love, so the break would last all night.
The place was warm because the heat was the maximum allowed power. The carols became intolerable, especially for Jinta that hated to death and considered the greatest punishment he could impose.
They moved into the backroom and used to make everyday life. Occupied the day before to decorate and dress those cold aisles and turned into a pleasant stay with the help of wreaths, colored lights and other decorations typical.
In one corner of the room they used as "Meeting Room" if necessary, bet a grand fir, plastic to make it last longer and to maintain environmental awareness.
was crammed with bright balls of different colors; tinsel around the tree as if they were unnatural scarves that will keep it, infusing a more familiar, white chips outlets served as a spray of snow, that very little before the redhead was cleaning the shop door. Under the artificial
conifer
well packed with papers lay equal or brighter than the balls that land on their own, whose graceful gifts owners were among those walls. Surely the ruler of the store took the kids were off to be placed with care and orderly manner.
The table was elegantly dressed for the occasion. Featured specials to celebrate that night so popular that were borne by the chef of the house: Tessai. Luckily he was good at the culinary arts.
They sat all around the table and began to taste the food that subordinate big man had prepared. Jinta
quickly poured a little of each dish located in the center of the table, so no one will be forwarded to him and take away the food they so eagerly swallowed. The small devoured everything that came before his eyes. Animal behavior corrected when the cook gave him a look that seemed to say: "Leave something for others."
By contrast, the other dinner guests were divided as brothers, without arguing for nothing. Almost looked like a real family, saving the blood barrier that separated them.
However, despite the fun they had, kept Kisuke to observe an eagle to its prey, the window to his right, skylights tarnished by the temperature difference between the street and the interior.
was worried, not fully enjoyed the dinner, the company ... of the party, after all. Until, when he finished the damn album "Christmas Hits Yesterday and Today", and just before you restart your play automatically, there was a slight noise like claws that scratched the same window that watched relentlessly.
The drew quickly, without delay. There was a jet cat fur, sitting with one leg pointing to the window with the garras desenfundadas, temblando por el frío que la navideña noche ofrecía, de su nariz caían sendas estalactitas del viscoso material que fluía de sus fosas nasales. Junto a él, una caja envuelta con distinguido forro acabada con un gran lazo rojo.
- Ahhh! Yoruichi-san!!! Ya me tenías preocupado – saludó el anfitrión.
El animal apenas pudo levantar las posaderas del alféizar para meterse en la tienda a la velocidad que le permitían sus entumecidas extremidades.
- ¿Desde cuándo llevas aquí? – se interesó Urahara sirviéndole un tapón de sake que le ayudaría a entrar en calor y responderle.
Apenas se bebió asked the little drink more, an act that was repeated a few times. When he was able, Yoruichi started with a few words. Premises that the redhead he sounded like a heavenly message in the hands of seraphim down from heaven and he pitied the supposed punishment hearing that musical aberration.
- Kisuke ... ... For the next time down the volume of carols - able to articulate the pet, not without effort.
It appeared that the cat had been a long time waiting at the window, hoping that someone would fall in his presence between songs, such was the commotion that had assembled in the shop. Since the term was hard extra long jumped on the same static position, which made it fell almost in a frozen state.
After the meal, Kisuke kicked out so that each gift was made with the long-awaited impatiently awaiting under the tree.
returned to their places at the table and then was ordered everyone to open their present.
- Yoruichi ... Open it you first - excited the humble shopkeeper said.
The quadruped agreed to the "order" of his friend and he underwent a scratch on the box. Tried to open it, using his head, pushing the lid without success. All were watching him, between attentive and curious, about how this little animal would solve the problem remedied with good grasping fingers.
despair and resignation, Kisuke aided him and was finally able to open the damn box. All rose to lean to the content. But excapitán research division did not give them time to do anything because once, grabbed what was inside and put it on the cat.
- Look how cute! - Urahara urged others to see the gift, giving back to Yoruichi, putting it ahead of the other attendees of the meeting. - You're ready to greet the new year.
The cat seemed submissive, tolerant the dirty tricks that always made him his friend. This time ... No, it was different. It was another joke with legs. Something not lost on others and who fell back and laughed they could not endure despite the dirty look to them by the animal.
Poor lighting Yoruichi wore eyeglasses, a spectacle frame forming the coming year, 2007, adorned with lights flashing and changing colors that clashed with his serious expression and quiet, apparently. Surprisingly the left put the rest of the night ... and night.
For its part, the box that had cost so much up to the ledge the cat was gift for your friend. The nervous opening, fast and impatient, with the same enthusiasm that a child in his first Christmas conscious.
undid the wrappings and took the lid. This box housed something he needed to Urahara Ichigo since he coached for some time: a brand new and stylish hat, but with an addition, a red flower protruding from one side of it. In short, a horror of a hat.
- Yoruichi-san! How did you know ...? - Asked as he replaced the hat worn by the new, totally proud of the garment, that it seemed a priori revenge courtesy of the cat.
- What surprises me is that none of these you buy one before - said the cat's eyes staring at him.
Urahara could barely hide the grace that caused him to see his friend with such paint, especially if you watched so closely and carefully. What I despise is that, with that hat, Yoruichi also had to hide genuine laughter that kept inside. So, what had been achieved: the effect of ridicule was mutual.
hilarious to avoid facing her, something that would do him really bad coming from him, made the others open their present. A zambomba, a bottle of anise with a drumstick and a tambourine Tessai touched him, Jinta and Ururu, respectively.
That trio was stunned looking at his gifts. What Urahara wanted to do with that? Surely nothing good happened to Kisuke, who used every opportunity to do business. Each
parade watched what he had given on the night of fraternal peace. Ururu easily shook her tambourine, happy and fun, making a great fuss. For its part, Jinta arming roar like the bottle and the stick, rubbing the second against the first.
- Kisuke Kisuke ...! - Yoruichi called the shopkeeper from the scandal that arming these two - do not think a botella de anís sea el mejor regalo para un niño. Así fomentas el alcoholismo entre la juventud.
- Yoruichi-san… Amiga mía, no te has fijado en que ya me encargué de vaciarla días antes – respondió guiñándole un ojo.
Sin embargo… Tessai no sabía cómo funcionaba la zambomba. Cogía el extremo y lo intentaba mover hacia un lado, sin éxito. Lo movía hacia el otro con igual resultado. Se encontraba estudiando el instrumento por todas las partes posibles cuando el pelirrojo le arrebató de repente el mismo.
- Tessai-san, eres torpe! – inquirió – Esto se hace así.
Se escupió una mano, hizo lo same in the other. Zambomba strongly gripped with one hand, and the other was ready to shake the stick protruding. Up, down ... Inside, outside .... Fast moves, fast, who managed to sound a characteristic that device.
- Jinta-kun ... How do you do so well? - Asked innocent Ururu to the amazement of everyone else.
- Well ... It takes practice - boasted the redhead.
- Jinta-kun, when you've practiced with a zambomba? - Tessai reproached him with scabies, the rightful owner of the rustic instrument.
To which the child could no longer zambomba to leave on the table, suddenly, as if they burn in their hands the same time his face was ruled by a reddish color, one might say they were a reflection of your hair.
- Take the instruments and will wrap. Let's take a walk - Kisuke cut to the chase with a twisted smile.
5 were launched into the streets trimmed with coats, gloves and other warm clothes because it was quite cold. In the case of Yoruichi in cat form, Kisuke him really hard a scarf tied around his neck and a zapatillitas fits his size to keep it will freeze the legs in contact with the frozen ground, that yes, he retained the grotesque announcing glasses next year with a week in advance. For its part, Kisuke looked filled his new hat.
Walking the streets groomed with ornaments also well known, were kicking the city. Jinta continued attacking the small Ururu, attacking it with the help of the stick, while she was only able to complain and Tessai shelter behind his shield. Urahara
chatted animatedly with his feline friend, both smiling and the look certainly had.
carefree walked until they reached a residential area of Karakura. Kisuke stopped running when he thought fit and, as if it were a military troop, sent them to develop: children in front, in front of the battle, and Kisuke Tessai behind, reinforcing the rear, and Yoruichi in the arms of his faithful friend.
- Tessai, change his instrument to Jinta - and continued with another proposed rule - Ururu, knocks on the door.
just took a moment for the resident of the house opened the door and found a very special group of people, each one more different. However, the inhabitants of the house was not surprised at all. Kurosaki was internal.
- Music and ... - Urahara started after which he began a musical roar, gradually began to take rhythm and sang along to the giant - "Towards Rukongai is a cat ... "
-" ... Rin, rin ... I patched, I patched.
I took a patch, Ichigo took it off. "- Chanted the children.
- "Loaded reiaaaatsu ...
Porta your zaaampakutouh ..." - continued the men, since Yoruichi was only doing bulk in the middle of this madness.
- "... Rin, rin ... I rem ..." - the children were interrupted when the blond shinigami substitute, to the door, tired of enduring this drivel and hit the door.
In the reaction of young Kurosaki, resumed the march toward the next target. They repeated the ritual were planted outside the house, the smallest of the coletitas rang the bell of it and waited patiently until the door were allowed to watch his second "victim."
- "In the Soul Society, no respect, honor and loyalty.
Aizen, Gin and Kaname attack on his integrity ... "- began again Kisuke.
- "Walk, walk, walk ... Go mess was armed.
Walk, walk, walk, nothing good happened ... "- accompanied, again, kids.
The static and taciturn Yasutora Sado was stoically enduring songs of the team "Urahara Shop." After the carol, the boy walked into the house and left it with a tray of Christmas cookies, to thank the good time that had passed.
When the children were to be served, an arm stuck between the kids holding the tray and emptied its contents into a bag under her coat.
- Do not eat anything. And split it later - he said the shopkeeper, before the eyes of the children questions and Chad.
The suspicions were the recipients of the instruments had been confirmed. It was Christmas Eve, but not ceased to be an opportunity to make a profit. So continued the round that he had secretly planned Urahara, who knows when.
- "The road to the Seireitei Rukongai
Baja to the ice-covered.
The shinigami come here ready to kill the hollow
cold and vile "
-" Rom pom pom pom, pom pom pom rom
. "- The children were in their roles under the receiver Christmas choir so special carol.
That letter did nothing to light the coals lying, smoking, inside of which was that Ishida was listening impassively, the innocent ditty.
the time ran out, as did Chad, got into his house and came out minutes later with something in his hands: a garment of diminutive size, made of wool. Urahara
grabbed him, curious to see what it was: a cap with a pair of fabric added to both sides.
- It's for you, Yoruichi-san - Uryuu gifted observer, he saw that the animal had ice floes in the ears.
- Aahhh! You look great - Kisuke said, putting it at once to her friend, who seemed to come alive when their ears resume some normal temperatures the rest of your body.
Following this altruistic gesture, the group was waiting as the single donated Quincy present for the cat. What was it? They left empty handed as, thereupon, Ishida thanked them politely that insidious melody and closed the door. There was not much difference between the substitute shinigami and "racial archenemy," the Quincy.
elongated faces of children denoted tired and cold. The little nose of Ururu turned a red apple, very sharp, while the little redhead liked to feel the coolness in her cheeks.
- We only have a house - Urahara managed to say to your device "pro-profit."
command Urahara Shop walked resigned, leaving guided by the eccentric boss, both in the store that night.
The shopkeeper was a window which was lighted, a sign that the house was occupied at the time.
climbed stairs that gave access to the said housing, Jinta knocked on the door, almost throwing it down as his despair was almost palpable.
The one that opened the door did not seem to be the original inhabitants of the house gave input as to the true owner of the residence.
- Hime ... I seek - Tatsuki said with disdain, the faithful friend of Inoue.
- Yoruichi-saaan! That monaaaaaaa! - Well-endowed blonde shouted after snatching cat Urahara arms.
The animal, like the rest of the night, it was left to do. It was useless to resist those humans, I knew, were always at his ball and almost never listened to what they lectured.
The blonde hugged her warmly, squeezing until Yoruichi could not help but get the grip and guard against "attacks fond" of the teenager. Mniobra evasive took effect as the girl placed it back on the floor after complaining known for the damage caused.
group remained attentive until the cat, perhaps in a fit of laziness, went in search of the arms of his friend Kisuke, returning to the good panoramic elevated position allowed.
- One, two, and ... - gave rise to start the director of the makeshift orchestra.
- "Twenty-five December
Fum, fum, fum
December Twenty
Fum, fum, fum" - this time Carol began with the involvement of children.
- "A very small shinigami
juubantai captained his face with hideous
Well it seems another thing" - the adult section was singing this part.
- "Fum, fum, fum" - concluded the kids.
The excited host burst into joy and words of joy for describe the song that they offered their new friends, tried to learn to tune that blows the judoka who shared that evening in the absence of family.
As above, got into the pantry and took a lot of strange jars of preserves, among which peeped a tin of chocolates and a cucumber salad, bottled, seasoned with honey and caramel syrup.
- Inoue, do not think that is to your liking ... - murmured Arisawa for the sake of the singers.
- What do you mean, Tatsuki? Authentic delicatessen! - Said taking the bag with food prepared by more flamboyant than they had seen in their lives, whose combinations could be worse than separately.
She said goodbye to the group. Shortly after closing the door, came back the judoka with a little cash on hand.
- Take ... To antacid - cared for them, he knew that it could Inoue delicacies cause a stomach ulcer.
Kisuke quickly grabbed the little money they offered Tatsuki and kept it for safekeeping.
Back to the store, went to the room by the spruce reigned. Kisuke pulled the riot that had achieved that night. For children not discuss among themselves for who llevaba más o de mejor calidad, fue el tendero el que distribuyó los bienes ganados.
De manera que la comida de Orihime fue repartida entre los niños y Tessai; éste último le sacaría un buen provecho y haría que pareciesen comestibles, mientras que los niños tenían la misma cara de enfado y desilusión que cuando vieron los regalos asignados.
- ¿Qué hay de lo que nos dio el gorila y Arisawa-san? – replicó Jinta.
- Aquí no hay nada más – mostró Kisuke la bolsa vacía destinada a recoger lo que les daban como aguinaldo.
- Kisuke…. – dijo Yoruichi, para que terminara de repartir lo que escondía con much suspicion. Urahara could be worse than any of the children present.
- Okay ... - finally capitulated, pulling the candy from Chad and placing them on the table.
Children threw them like wild beasts, devouring them quickly, so that adults just might take some cake. When exhausted, the cat again intervened.
- Kisuke ... - said in the same tone.
- Vaaale! - Said indulgently.
This time, he took the money wisely handed to the astonished faces of viewers in the makeshift ceremony of the distribution of Christmas goods. "
- This for me, this for you, this for me .... This for me, this for you, this for me ... - distributed the tickets that gave Tatsuki good for earmarked to antacids.
- Do not you think that had more "me" who "you"? - Asked the bold red, looking stunned the small amount that had them compared to the boss.
- Hale, haleeee .... Go to sleep! - Sent the children to their rooms
Small obeyed reluctantly Tessai was responsible for cleaning up the mess table they had left before going to the street where the collective household servant.
Left alone, the cat looked at Urahara enarqueando an eyebrow, a gesture skeptical.
- Kisuke ... you of what there is.
- Ahh ... "He who takes part and shares the best part" - lectured the shopkeeper to his old friend. Second
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FIC 2 - A Tear in the Ashes
Fic Contest Urahara Kisuke FC
A TEAR IN THE ASHES
Author: Michael Palin
again return to that place. Around it lies a vast plain covered with ashes. Nothing has grown here since it was over. The mischievous wind plays with the charred remains of a huge forest, lifting and carrying the ashes of one side to another.
The sun goes down on him relentlessly making the shadows lengthen and seem to follow in his path. The beads of sweat covering his face while breathing dry air full of memories.
His eyes are hidden by a cap of green and white stripes that are beyond a few strands of blond hair. A brown coat over a green kimono and wooden sandals, complete his attire. And of course a withered stick which conceals more than it seems. Supporting
stick in the ground while walking, is approaching the particular site where everything happened. Although the landscape around you is identical in its desolation, could reach that space with your eyes closed.
When you do that, it grows in your mind. As invoked by the pain the ashes taken blurry but perfectly recognizable forms. Move, turn, fall, rise, gray cries scream as they fight for their lives extinct.
thought he would die that day.
must have died.
.~.~.~.~.~.~.
Nothing is going well. You can feel it in your bones. The appearance of victory that dominates the plain of battle is only an illusion. The plans made, woven with long patience, will fall under too much weight when they get them. Then everything turned into obscene darkness decadent white. Why are not yet here, but come. He knows. And all be in vain at the time, despite its efforts because it is not. Look
Everywhere you look you see only fight, blood, sweat ...
On one side the fires of hell unleashed on earth on fire, devouring the forest that extends into the plain, and revolve around the figure of a white beard combat with a flaming sword scorching to anyone who comes effortlessly.
Far from this, a tall, thin arrows let go of your heart creates to protect what it loves, but that is no longer living within him and forces provided endless. Beside the pure energy emerges and operates from the right arm of Doom released as a sweeping wave that sweeps everything in its path, while a furious gesture before ever crossing a face impassive.
in the sky storm clouds darken the blue robe as the snow fell in small crystal flakes. A winged dragon flies over the battlefield attached to the back of a gray-haired youth, who fought with the courage of youth, locking their opponents in coffins of ice that break into pieces under his control. Beyond
, somewhere in the pandemonium, a demon of enormous strength terrible eyes and spreads its terror sawing while around the enemy's ranks and fall if brittle branches against a powerful storm in question. His golden aura extends several feet around his powerful body. The lust for blood escapes from each of the pores of your skin while it regrets the weakness of their opponents. But that does not stop, still slaughtering them without mercy, administering his justice: the weak against the strong falls.
very close to him, a couple of friends, united by ties of honor and camaraderie unwavering fight in a deadly dance, slashing here and there, destroying all the way to their edges. In his eyes shines the purest joy, pouring down their faces and covering his entire body, making them shine with the light of the warrior. Few that approach where these three embodiments of the reaper found, but no one escapes their destiny when they are fixing it.
This is a figure at the center of everything. A figure who fears the moment they arrive. A figure with a sword with golden hilt tight grip as the wind stirs the locks are out of the hat he wears. A figure that also struggle with crimson explosions.
And things go ...
the background, erected at its best with contempt in the eyes and death in the tips of the fingers, a burning man frozen in a shell reduced to shreds of viscera and blood to anyone who approaches him. A cloud of pink like cherry petals swirling around him, convolved to form a thousand different ways in just seconds, sharp and deadly. All the ground around it is filled with crimson as more horrors disappear. Near
it a fiery red-crowned figure screams with pleasure as mutilated, crushed, and decays with the embrace of the snake and the bite of the baboon. On this day, the fire of his spirit reaches even the moon shining on its side with its own voice as it brings death.
Even the monster of the gods has come on this day. Her smile is bigger than ever as his sword poisons, paralyzes and eats the flesh of those who simply slashing. Few approach him as he revels in the slaughter and his eyes shine of metal and flesh with a deadly madness.
killing of another of his enemies, again turns to look around. Everything evolves towards a predestined end. Is not the time yet but I feel closer with every passing second. What is reflected in their attacks red fragments that accumulate around them. With a barely glimpsed moving the blade of his sword smashing through bone and flesh mask another abomination that decays as a sound that resonates within you as if it were a triumphant smile, emerges from the wreckage consumed.
And around, everything is on track ...
A giant on the horizon stands wielding a huge ax, are marking a huge being wolfish aspect. His eyes flashing in anger that floods your soul while crushes his enemies in the hope that he gets.
Elsewhere, the son of blind justice, the administrator of a fire - less than that spreads through the plain - but brilliant and courageous, the queen of diamonds ashes sharp and strong determination, the wife of cold and hot intelligence and the irregular edge blonde fighting gravity fellowship united by the heat of battle and a desire, than in the heart of each, while all around him are about his true beginning.
Nearby darkness white and black white fighting shoulder to shoulder, breathing, breathing, heart to heart, darkness for light and light for darkness, like the moon and the sun, mixing in a swirl of cream and cutting power to spread their painful and inevitable sentence while his twin spirits into one that spreads around destroying everything it touches.
About this scene, a couple of friends fight back to back. Fish twins fighting alongside the god of wind. The waves and lightning intersect with hurricane force winds while sweeping the floor around him. His enemies fall around him overwhelmed by a power beyond his understanding. All
this happens about the man with the spirit tormented by doubts that he never planned to have, which suffers from what he feels will happen. That is when he sees them. But above all of them. He looks for a few moments that seem to stretch and deform in hours, even days.
produced by a whistle cut the air, a blur glimpsed from the corner of the eye that disappears when going to see that, indeed, has seen something. Suddenly a burst of energy, a sharp pain, sharp, electric, extending throughout the body, concentrating on the spine, tearing the bowels. And then nothing, until it disappears again back pain and then nothing. Many fall and, not knowing what happened, not see who caused it. Only when they stop, next to the other, hair blowing in the wind and the brightness of the death in their eyes, they can be seen in all its glory. A tiger fierce and relentless and a tiny wasp no less deadly.
The tiger turned to the man and smiles with the passion of the battle in the face. Then they disappear again in just a blink and more monsters go away without knowing how. He stands a moment looking at the site of a second ago was it and then returns to the fight. Their renewed enthusiasm, new hope high. All for a small gesture as light as a spring breeze. And
then it starts ...
The sky full of black clouds suddenly opened a clear, clouds pushed aside by an immense power. But not blue what comes after them. Unhealthy darkness emerges from a hole in the sky. Thirteen in her womb cut silhouettes of a dirty white. Down on the surface, a single movement that leads the fight. Their eyes are directed towards these silhouettes and her eyes revealed fear, excitement, despair, lust of killing, hatred and more.
In an instant all the enemies who were still alive retreat leaving the defenders themselves before those thirteen. Upstairs in the center of the group, a cruel-eyed man who looks at below expected smiling and making a gesture with his hand. The other twelve silhouettes disappear and reappear in a burst spread across the plain, ready to face death in combat. The other is a moment when the battle starts up and smiles down further. Then disappears. Another battle awaits him too.
The thirteen voices are raised in the plains, calling his hidden power.
Some voices of the defenders respond to provocation, referring also to a hidden power.
now ready.
The last battle of the war begins now ...
The fire fell one point, it seems off the blood that is spilled on it, but finally after some questionable moments that can not seem to turn on again, burning and devouring stands around his nemesis and reducing it to ashes.
arrows are broken, the heart weakens. The arm is broken, the flow stops. The light is extinguished. All seems lost. Out of nowhere, a smell, a sound, a gesture, a memory. The light is recovered, flashes, stands bright, overwhelming. The flow is restored, the arm resists. The heart gets stronger, the arrows fly. The evil is undone.
The dragon's wings are broken, split into pieces. An eternal smile stands over him, huge, the finger of destiny points as it falls. The heart of ice creeping down covered in blood once again. The ice melts and drips through the air, falling on the ground burning. Steam rises from the surface. Before you meet the ground, the ashes are brought to life, rise up and stop his fall. The frozen smile while looking at the cat before him. Small in comparison but strong as the rocks and the fixed determination in his eyes. Before you can do nothing, rushes on that smile - that he seeks in other times - surrounded by the ashes and get rip brilliant whiteness that surrounds it, dyeing it crimson. Suddenly the wisps of steam begin to stop and eventually freeze. On the ground something like a star shining on a clear night and rises while they appear out of nowhere, huge blocks of ice that imprison the smiles, that is no longer such, in the eyes of that before, always loved. Only at the very end, surrounded by ice and deadly, is the smile that smile of truth. She. His misfortune. His rescuer.
The terrible and golden aura collides with another equally terrible, but dark. Terror serrated edge is facing a devastating. The attacks end in blows between the metal sound, spread across the plain. His thirst for blood grows with your smile while fighting with an opponent - at last - decent. This can get rid of their inhibitions and fight in all its glory. His aura grows, your enemy does the same. The beats are more faster, faster. The smile widens. Long face in a deadly dance. Blood jumps, slides along the edge, stains the ground beneath their feet. Finally the devil takes advantage. Corners to your opponent, humiliates, crushes, breaks it. His blood crimson jump on a jet that washes the demon while it laughs, happy but a few days of his life.
Warrior light goes out. The edges are broken. The comrades fall on their knees. The blood that bathes them is yours, which have rarely felt so much as now. His spirit prevented from leaving, forcing them to rise. More blood. But again rise. The two together, one after another, are invincible. The dragon and the peacock wake up and rise into the light, diluting the crimson shadows.
It is finished. They are here. But their fears were unfounded. His teammates are getting imposed. It breathes new energies that allow you to master your opponent as he deserves. With the edge and death. Their fight begins.
And around the battle continues ...
pride and contempt are exceeded. The pink blob is slow, heavy, blunt. Hits impregnable defenses. The cherry blossoms wither in your hands. But little is the pride of this. Arises again. The edges are accumulated around wings as if it were a white bird. The bird despega y se abalanza contra su enemigo arrasándolo y llevándolo al vacío.
La serpiente afloja su presa, el babuino se rompe. Los fragmentos se desperdigan alrededor del fuego rojo que se oscurece. A su lado, la inteligencia se derrumba bajo los envites de la fuerza bruta. El fuego menos se apaga. La gravedad no surte efecto, la ligereza del enemigo la anula dejando a su rubio poseedor indefenso. Uno ha podido con tres. Sin embargo, los tres recuerdan: tiempos pasados juntos, aprendiendo, forjando una amistad más fuerte que la muerte. Los tres juntos pueden. Se levantan y la amistad derrota a la fuerza bruta.
El monstruo se atemoriza. El veneno no surte efecto. La sonrisa tiembla un instante. Los labios se fruncen cuando siente pain that destroys your body. But madness is stronger. Is imposed, it overrides the pain and there is only the desire to avenge the humiliation inflicted. It appears the child with big eyes and no light. Corrosive and poisonous breath and sharp chest. Lunges, quick as a scorpion and impales his opponent who is bleeding under the eye of the monster again strong and merciless.
Back, Forward, blows back and forth between the two. The long man's hat that he dropped and her blonde hair waving in the air, exposing her eyes full of strength. The swords fly non-stop, always exist. Doubts not forgotten and uneasy and this allows him to devote himself to this struggle. Both bleeding from several wounds, but none seem to be enforced.
And in the plain, all are rushes to its end ...
The giant growls, roars, the blood flows as they dispense justice blind trial. The massive body collapses, raising clouds of ash into the air. The edge of justice falls on it but something stops him. Before him, sword raised, holding the stake, the son of justice stands before his father. The father does not hesitate. Justice to take its final consequences. But the son is now stronger and more destination guides. Get your father to stop hurting him. Then the giant stand up again with a sad look and download the weight of its commitment to the head of justice, until the end remain blind.
Darkness is separated from the white. The one and does not shut its blade broken, the other no longer freezes, melted his power. The whiteness is in danger as a light, white is also more powerful but bitter and cruel threat. Darkness can not reach you. The white stains. The darkness screams and summons a fury even more. More powerful, more pure. His aura increases to gigantic proportions, covering the light heretic, crushing under its power. The moon sun protection for without it there is nothing.
twin fish drown ground, coughing blood and surf away and the lightning is lost. The god of the wind howls of pain and rage. The illusion breaks its force, los hunde en la oscuridad, los reduce a la nada. El ilusionista ríe, se sabe vencedor. Siempre lo ha sabido, que llegado este momento, él prevalecería. No le importa que todos los que le acompañaban mueran o no. No es su objetivo mantener una familia, sino ser el Rey del Cielo. Y lo ha conseguido, pues ahora, débiles después de la batalla, sus enemigos, sus antiguos compañeros, son presa fácil. Sin embargo, no todo está perdido. En un último arrebato de poder el viento se libera de la ilusión y libre de nuevo vuelve y llevar a los peces de nuevo a su medio natural y entonces, juntos, deshacen la ilusión y hundiendo sus espadas en la carne del Ilusionista, acaban con su corto reinado.
Muerto el Ilusionista, la fuerza de su oponente se resiente y al fin, en un descuido, la espada de empuñadura dorada sobrepasa las defensas y siega la vida de su enemigo. Ahora todo ha acabado. Ya son libres de nuevo. La paz volverá a estas tierras. Pero…
No…
Eso no…
La tigresa y la avispa siguen luchando. Su oponente es muy fuerte. Mucho más que ellas. Apenas si pueden defenderse. Las alas de la avispa están desgarradas y casi inútiles, su velocidad ha disminuido hasta ser una sombra de lo que era. Las garras de la tigresa están rotas ahora, su agilidad disminuida. Ya no corre el relámpago por su cuerpos…
Corre, corre, llega a tiempo…
A stumble, an oversight. A hungry sheet ahead. The wasp was trying to avoid shrinkage reach you. You can not. Assumed his death, he confronts her with courage and daring, eye contact. Accepted as a warrior. But never comes ...
No, no, noooo ...
his front wall. No. A torso, a body. Brown hair falling down a muscular back, covered with sweat. Something goes wrong. What is that piece of metal, pointed that emerges from the back that looks to her? What is the thick liquid, red, covering the edge, which drops brown skin?
Cursed. You will die. Why her?
The blade is removed. A hole. Redder, much more. Ejected, fall on your face, on your clothes. It feels warm, down her cheeks, mixed with a clear liquid. These are tears. Why are you crying? Suddenly the view is free again. Something falls before it collapses. You can see a man running towards them and, raising his sword in anger, decapitated the monster looked down smiling. Now smile for all eternity.
I did. He's dead. But what about her?
Crouch, the brown body lies at his feet. Still breathing. Finally recognized the man who squats beside her, Urahara, and includes a black hole in the breast of the dark woman. More tears. Now are his. The
look at both. In their eyes they can see their faces reflected mixed anxious and weeping with the pain and the love she feels. Also the acceptance shining on them.
A cloud appears in those honey eyes, which darken under the influence.
no longer more than shine in your memories. The tiny wasp
finally understood the meaning of everything that has happened. A shiver runs through your body and a last tear escapes his eye.
strong man presses the lifeless body of her friend, companion. His love ... Yoruichi.
And cry.
.~.~.~.~.~.~. While
everything falls apart and the ashes in his mind return to flight, the man opens his eyes.
There, just as it often provides the precise spot where she died. After that never smile again. The tears have been his life and breath the memories of the years lived.
A lone bright field falls and lands on the blanket of ash covering the ground, causing a small wave.
Then again deposited dust and the tears dried.
As his life. First fic contest
Fic Contest Urahara Kisuke FC
A TEAR IN THE ASHES
Author: Michael Palin
again return to that place. Around it lies a vast plain covered with ashes. Nothing has grown here since it was over. The mischievous wind plays with the charred remains of a huge forest, lifting and carrying the ashes of one side to another.
The sun goes down on him relentlessly making the shadows lengthen and seem to follow in his path. The beads of sweat covering his face while breathing dry air full of memories.
His eyes are hidden by a cap of green and white stripes that are beyond a few strands of blond hair. A brown coat over a green kimono and wooden sandals, complete his attire. And of course a withered stick which conceals more than it seems. Supporting
stick in the ground while walking, is approaching the particular site where everything happened. Although the landscape around you is identical in its desolation, could reach that space with your eyes closed.
When you do that, it grows in your mind. As invoked by the pain the ashes taken blurry but perfectly recognizable forms. Move, turn, fall, rise, gray cries scream as they fight for their lives extinct.
thought he would die that day.
must have died.
.~.~.~.~.~.~.
Nothing is going well. You can feel it in your bones. The appearance of victory that dominates the plain of battle is only an illusion. The plans made, woven with long patience, will fall under too much weight when they get them. Then everything turned into obscene darkness decadent white. Why are not yet here, but come. He knows. And all be in vain at the time, despite its efforts because it is not. Look
Everywhere you look you see only fight, blood, sweat ...
On one side the fires of hell unleashed on earth on fire, devouring the forest that extends into the plain, and revolve around the figure of a white beard combat with a flaming sword scorching to anyone who comes effortlessly.
Far from this, a tall, thin arrows let go of your heart creates to protect what it loves, but that is no longer living within him and forces provided endless. Beside the pure energy emerges and operates from the right arm of Doom released as a sweeping wave that sweeps everything in its path, while a furious gesture before ever crossing a face impassive.
in the sky storm clouds darken the blue robe as the snow fell in small crystal flakes. A winged dragon flies over the battlefield attached to the back of a gray-haired youth, who fought with the courage of youth, locking their opponents in coffins of ice that break into pieces under his control. Beyond
, somewhere in the pandemonium, a demon of enormous strength terrible eyes and spreads its terror sawing while around the enemy's ranks and fall if brittle branches against a powerful storm in question. His golden aura extends several feet around his powerful body. The lust for blood escapes from each of the pores of your skin while it regrets the weakness of their opponents. But that does not stop, still slaughtering them without mercy, administering his justice: the weak against the strong falls.
very close to him, a couple of friends, united by ties of honor and camaraderie unwavering fight in a deadly dance, slashing here and there, destroying all the way to their edges. In his eyes shines the purest joy, pouring down their faces and covering his entire body, making them shine with the light of the warrior. Few that approach where these three embodiments of the reaper found, but no one escapes their destiny when they are fixing it.
This is a figure at the center of everything. A figure who fears the moment they arrive. A figure with a sword with golden hilt tight grip as the wind stirs the locks are out of the hat he wears. A figure that also struggle with crimson explosions.
And things go ...
the background, erected at its best with contempt in the eyes and death in the tips of the fingers, a burning man frozen in a shell reduced to shreds of viscera and blood to anyone who approaches him. A cloud of pink like cherry petals swirling around him, convolved to form a thousand different ways in just seconds, sharp and deadly. All the ground around it is filled with crimson as more horrors disappear. Near
it a fiery red-crowned figure screams with pleasure as mutilated, crushed, and decays with the embrace of the snake and the bite of the baboon. On this day, the fire of his spirit reaches even the moon shining on its side with its own voice as it brings death.
Even the monster of the gods has come on this day. Her smile is bigger than ever as his sword poisons, paralyzes and eats the flesh of those who simply slashing. Few approach him as he revels in the slaughter and his eyes shine of metal and flesh with a deadly madness.
killing of another of his enemies, again turns to look around. Everything evolves towards a predestined end. Is not the time yet but I feel closer with every passing second. What is reflected in their attacks red fragments that accumulate around them. With a barely glimpsed moving the blade of his sword smashing through bone and flesh mask another abomination that decays as a sound that resonates within you as if it were a triumphant smile, emerges from the wreckage consumed.
And around, everything is on track ...
A giant on the horizon stands wielding a huge ax, are marking a huge being wolfish aspect. His eyes flashing in anger that floods your soul while crushes his enemies in the hope that he gets.
Elsewhere, the son of blind justice, the administrator of a fire - less than that spreads through the plain - but brilliant and courageous, the queen of diamonds ashes sharp and strong determination, the wife of cold and hot intelligence and the irregular edge blonde fighting gravity fellowship united by the heat of battle and a desire, than in the heart of each, while all around him are about his true beginning.
Nearby darkness white and black white fighting shoulder to shoulder, breathing, breathing, heart to heart, darkness for light and light for darkness, like the moon and the sun, mixing in a swirl of cream and cutting power to spread their painful and inevitable sentence while his twin spirits into one that spreads around destroying everything it touches.
About this scene, a couple of friends fight back to back. Fish twins fighting alongside the god of wind. The waves and lightning intersect with hurricane force winds while sweeping the floor around him. His enemies fall around him overwhelmed by a power beyond his understanding. All
this happens about the man with the spirit tormented by doubts that he never planned to have, which suffers from what he feels will happen. That is when he sees them. But above all of them. He looks for a few moments that seem to stretch and deform in hours, even days.
produced by a whistle cut the air, a blur glimpsed from the corner of the eye that disappears when going to see that, indeed, has seen something. Suddenly a burst of energy, a sharp pain, sharp, electric, extending throughout the body, concentrating on the spine, tearing the bowels. And then nothing, until it disappears again back pain and then nothing. Many fall and, not knowing what happened, not see who caused it. Only when they stop, next to the other, hair blowing in the wind and the brightness of the death in their eyes, they can be seen in all its glory. A tiger fierce and relentless and a tiny wasp no less deadly.
The tiger turned to the man and smiles with the passion of the battle in the face. Then they disappear again in just a blink and more monsters go away without knowing how. He stands a moment looking at the site of a second ago was it and then returns to the fight. Their renewed enthusiasm, new hope high. All for a small gesture as light as a spring breeze. And
then it starts ...
The sky full of black clouds suddenly opened a clear, clouds pushed aside by an immense power. But not blue what comes after them. Unhealthy darkness emerges from a hole in the sky. Thirteen in her womb cut silhouettes of a dirty white. Down on the surface, a single movement that leads the fight. Their eyes are directed towards these silhouettes and her eyes revealed fear, excitement, despair, lust of killing, hatred and more.
In an instant all the enemies who were still alive retreat leaving the defenders themselves before those thirteen. Upstairs in the center of the group, a cruel-eyed man who looks at below expected smiling and making a gesture with his hand. The other twelve silhouettes disappear and reappear in a burst spread across the plain, ready to face death in combat. The other is a moment when the battle starts up and smiles down further. Then disappears. Another battle awaits him too.
The thirteen voices are raised in the plains, calling his hidden power.
Some voices of the defenders respond to provocation, referring also to a hidden power.
now ready.
The last battle of the war begins now ...
The fire fell one point, it seems off the blood that is spilled on it, but finally after some questionable moments that can not seem to turn on again, burning and devouring stands around his nemesis and reducing it to ashes.
arrows are broken, the heart weakens. The arm is broken, the flow stops. The light is extinguished. All seems lost. Out of nowhere, a smell, a sound, a gesture, a memory. The light is recovered, flashes, stands bright, overwhelming. The flow is restored, the arm resists. The heart gets stronger, the arrows fly. The evil is undone.
The dragon's wings are broken, split into pieces. An eternal smile stands over him, huge, the finger of destiny points as it falls. The heart of ice creeping down covered in blood once again. The ice melts and drips through the air, falling on the ground burning. Steam rises from the surface. Before you meet the ground, the ashes are brought to life, rise up and stop his fall. The frozen smile while looking at the cat before him. Small in comparison but strong as the rocks and the fixed determination in his eyes. Before you can do nothing, rushes on that smile - that he seeks in other times - surrounded by the ashes and get rip brilliant whiteness that surrounds it, dyeing it crimson. Suddenly the wisps of steam begin to stop and eventually freeze. On the ground something like a star shining on a clear night and rises while they appear out of nowhere, huge blocks of ice that imprison the smiles, that is no longer such, in the eyes of that before, always loved. Only at the very end, surrounded by ice and deadly, is the smile that smile of truth. She. His misfortune. His rescuer.
The terrible and golden aura collides with another equally terrible, but dark. Terror serrated edge is facing a devastating. The attacks end in blows between the metal sound, spread across the plain. His thirst for blood grows with your smile while fighting with an opponent - at last - decent. This can get rid of their inhibitions and fight in all its glory. His aura grows, your enemy does the same. The beats are more faster, faster. The smile widens. Long face in a deadly dance. Blood jumps, slides along the edge, stains the ground beneath their feet. Finally the devil takes advantage. Corners to your opponent, humiliates, crushes, breaks it. His blood crimson jump on a jet that washes the demon while it laughs, happy but a few days of his life.
Warrior light goes out. The edges are broken. The comrades fall on their knees. The blood that bathes them is yours, which have rarely felt so much as now. His spirit prevented from leaving, forcing them to rise. More blood. But again rise. The two together, one after another, are invincible. The dragon and the peacock wake up and rise into the light, diluting the crimson shadows.
It is finished. They are here. But their fears were unfounded. His teammates are getting imposed. It breathes new energies that allow you to master your opponent as he deserves. With the edge and death. Their fight begins.
And around the battle continues ...
pride and contempt are exceeded. The pink blob is slow, heavy, blunt. Hits impregnable defenses. The cherry blossoms wither in your hands. But little is the pride of this. Arises again. The edges are accumulated around wings as if it were a white bird. The bird despega y se abalanza contra su enemigo arrasándolo y llevándolo al vacío.
La serpiente afloja su presa, el babuino se rompe. Los fragmentos se desperdigan alrededor del fuego rojo que se oscurece. A su lado, la inteligencia se derrumba bajo los envites de la fuerza bruta. El fuego menos se apaga. La gravedad no surte efecto, la ligereza del enemigo la anula dejando a su rubio poseedor indefenso. Uno ha podido con tres. Sin embargo, los tres recuerdan: tiempos pasados juntos, aprendiendo, forjando una amistad más fuerte que la muerte. Los tres juntos pueden. Se levantan y la amistad derrota a la fuerza bruta.
El monstruo se atemoriza. El veneno no surte efecto. La sonrisa tiembla un instante. Los labios se fruncen cuando siente pain that destroys your body. But madness is stronger. Is imposed, it overrides the pain and there is only the desire to avenge the humiliation inflicted. It appears the child with big eyes and no light. Corrosive and poisonous breath and sharp chest. Lunges, quick as a scorpion and impales his opponent who is bleeding under the eye of the monster again strong and merciless.
Back, Forward, blows back and forth between the two. The long man's hat that he dropped and her blonde hair waving in the air, exposing her eyes full of strength. The swords fly non-stop, always exist. Doubts not forgotten and uneasy and this allows him to devote himself to this struggle. Both bleeding from several wounds, but none seem to be enforced.
And in the plain, all are rushes to its end ...
The giant growls, roars, the blood flows as they dispense justice blind trial. The massive body collapses, raising clouds of ash into the air. The edge of justice falls on it but something stops him. Before him, sword raised, holding the stake, the son of justice stands before his father. The father does not hesitate. Justice to take its final consequences. But the son is now stronger and more destination guides. Get your father to stop hurting him. Then the giant stand up again with a sad look and download the weight of its commitment to the head of justice, until the end remain blind.
Darkness is separated from the white. The one and does not shut its blade broken, the other no longer freezes, melted his power. The whiteness is in danger as a light, white is also more powerful but bitter and cruel threat. Darkness can not reach you. The white stains. The darkness screams and summons a fury even more. More powerful, more pure. His aura increases to gigantic proportions, covering the light heretic, crushing under its power. The moon sun protection for without it there is nothing.
twin fish drown ground, coughing blood and surf away and the lightning is lost. The god of the wind howls of pain and rage. The illusion breaks its force, los hunde en la oscuridad, los reduce a la nada. El ilusionista ríe, se sabe vencedor. Siempre lo ha sabido, que llegado este momento, él prevalecería. No le importa que todos los que le acompañaban mueran o no. No es su objetivo mantener una familia, sino ser el Rey del Cielo. Y lo ha conseguido, pues ahora, débiles después de la batalla, sus enemigos, sus antiguos compañeros, son presa fácil. Sin embargo, no todo está perdido. En un último arrebato de poder el viento se libera de la ilusión y libre de nuevo vuelve y llevar a los peces de nuevo a su medio natural y entonces, juntos, deshacen la ilusión y hundiendo sus espadas en la carne del Ilusionista, acaban con su corto reinado.
Muerto el Ilusionista, la fuerza de su oponente se resiente y al fin, en un descuido, la espada de empuñadura dorada sobrepasa las defensas y siega la vida de su enemigo. Ahora todo ha acabado. Ya son libres de nuevo. La paz volverá a estas tierras. Pero…
No…
Eso no…
La tigresa y la avispa siguen luchando. Su oponente es muy fuerte. Mucho más que ellas. Apenas si pueden defenderse. Las alas de la avispa están desgarradas y casi inútiles, su velocidad ha disminuido hasta ser una sombra de lo que era. Las garras de la tigresa están rotas ahora, su agilidad disminuida. Ya no corre el relámpago por su cuerpos…
Corre, corre, llega a tiempo…
A stumble, an oversight. A hungry sheet ahead. The wasp was trying to avoid shrinkage reach you. You can not. Assumed his death, he confronts her with courage and daring, eye contact. Accepted as a warrior. But never comes ...
No, no, noooo ...
his front wall. No. A torso, a body. Brown hair falling down a muscular back, covered with sweat. Something goes wrong. What is that piece of metal, pointed that emerges from the back that looks to her? What is the thick liquid, red, covering the edge, which drops brown skin?
Cursed. You will die. Why her?
The blade is removed. A hole. Redder, much more. Ejected, fall on your face, on your clothes. It feels warm, down her cheeks, mixed with a clear liquid. These are tears. Why are you crying? Suddenly the view is free again. Something falls before it collapses. You can see a man running towards them and, raising his sword in anger, decapitated the monster looked down smiling. Now smile for all eternity.
I did. He's dead. But what about her?
Crouch, the brown body lies at his feet. Still breathing. Finally recognized the man who squats beside her, Urahara, and includes a black hole in the breast of the dark woman. More tears. Now are his. The
look at both. In their eyes they can see their faces reflected mixed anxious and weeping with the pain and the love she feels. Also the acceptance shining on them.
A cloud appears in those honey eyes, which darken under the influence.
no longer more than shine in your memories. The tiny wasp
finally understood the meaning of everything that has happened. A shiver runs through your body and a last tear escapes his eye.
strong man presses the lifeless body of her friend, companion. His love ... Yoruichi.
And cry.
.~.~.~.~.~.~. While
everything falls apart and the ashes in his mind return to flight, the man opens his eyes.
There, just as it often provides the precise spot where she died. After that never smile again. The tears have been his life and breath the memories of the years lived.
A lone bright field falls and lands on the blanket of ash covering the ground, causing a small wave.
Then again deposited dust and the tears dried.
As his life. First fic contest
2010 Images Of Milena Velba
FIC 1 - In the Beginning it Was a shop.
FC Urahara Kisuke
IN THE BEGINNING IT WAS A SHOP
Author: Eric Idle
- Boss! Boss!
Jinta's voice woke him from a nap, the nap he was taking every day after dinner and helped him stand up for their extensive night work. Sometimes he worried about what, why and so was devoting so much time to research.
had been exiled, had escaped and had sacrificed himself for that accursed stone not to fall into the wrong hands. Had to bear the consequences of their "crime" and live far from the world he knew. It was no longer his job, his duty, but ... was his life.
- What happens ... - Hustlers whispered when he had enough.
- Ururu ... - Whispered the little red .- It has become rare again.
- Have you done anything?
- No, not this time. Tessai is with her case.
- Okay, no problem. He knows what to do anyway.
- Will not you come? - Asked the boy to see his boss seemed to have every intention of returning to a relaxing sleep.
- Is it necessary? I know you can not live without me but ... Not even an hour while a nap? - Protested.
Full of determination, threw Jinta of the sheet leaving your boss in the open and grabbed him by his clothes. She stared at him making him see that it was not for jokes, but Kisuke Urahara's thoughts were no longer in the siesta. Something had caught his attention.
- Okay, okay - simulating reluctantly relented. - Let's see what happens to the small Ururu. Indeed Jinta, do you have the food gone bad? A moment ago it seemed that you hurt your stomach.
But little did not answer this time to the provocation of their host. Something serious was going on and not the eyes of that child as reflected. Other times they had seen her friend get nervous but the small Store messenger had never reacted that way.
- Jinta ... - Whispered paternal. - Do not worry. Will be fine.
- Bah!
- Ah, boss! Finally arrives.
Ururu had been to the cave that opened in the basement of the house to keep it as controlled as possible if they were to do something. Tessai, who sat beside her, watching her, she rose to receive their chief
- Do not get up, Tessai - ordered. - Right now, just concentrate on your mission.
Kisuke walked slowly to where the child moved uneasily. He stood beside them and crouched staring in silence for a long minute. The girl appeared in a catatonic state in a trance.
- What's the matter, Ururu? - He said finally, in an affectionate tone.
But she did not answer. Only silence was his answer. Although this was usual for her, his silence even more concerned when former captain. He insisted a couple of times with the question but the answer was always the same: a stony silence.
- Did not you settled?
- I thought so - said, scratching his ears in a gesture of one who does not understand what could have happened ..
- Well you're wrong again! - Jinta shouted, completely out of their boxes.
- Okay, - Kisuke replied, trying to calm the little - if we do not know what happens we better find out. When this happens, we'll fix it permanently. What do you think?
- What's the difference? You'll do whatever you want!
- That's right - he smiled. - But it is ok to ask. Look, I remember once one of the boring meetings of the old masters Yamamoto announced that ...
But something stopped, a burst of energy demanded his attention and that of all those present, especially the Ururu, whose sensitivity to spiritual energies increased exponentially in that state.
- And that is what the child has unhinged - Kisuke said as if he had to invent the wheel herself.
- Vamos! - Jinta shouted.
The boy ran to the stairs and decided to find her friend and playmate, the victim of his jokes and his bizarre inventions. The nerves ran through his body urging him not to stay still for one moment.
- No, you stay - interrupted dryly quirky gang leader. - I'll go alone.
The shadow cast by his hat covered his upper half of his face, but still could perfectly guess a serious look, concentrated. Rarely adopted that attitude to something but it was reassuring to his subordinates.
The boss was taking it seriously, which spoke of the importance of what was happening, but missing their stupid jokes that indicated that he could easily escape your hands. This look overshadowed by meant just that: "Quiet, serious, but nothing that can not be fixed. I have everything under control. "
Tessai
looked expectantly at his head, reassured by his gesture. Jinta, still feeling relieved by the expression of Kisuke, still haunted by the girl, who stood with eyes wide open, sweating, absent ...
- But ...!
- No complaints or discussions. You stay - he repeated. - Tessai, Ururu carried to safety. Jinta, prepare the laboratory.
- Does the laboratory? - Inquired the steward.
- Yes, this is strange reiatsu. Perhaps we are witnessing the awakening of a new ... - Paused, thinking it would be best not to reveal everything that had crossed his mind at the moment until we ascertain the truth. - I want to examine some things and not want to waste time. Come! Everyone at work!
took his stick and quickly climbed the stairs with the little redhead behind him. He left the store and set off to where he felt that burst of energy. It was untimely when the streets were deserted. That was going well, it was not appropriate to draw attention to what he did not want it to be happening ...
- Is not that Isshin's house? - Said when he approached the focus of that exorbitant power. How
would not have noticed before? So he was untrained? His reiatsu was not detectable and that would not be there. That old doctor-minded funeral had not reacted to what was happening at home. It was very strange so if it was that was happening was able to knock out the same Kurosaki Isshin could not be good.
He walked cautiously to the house trying to keep a safe distance, watching what happened before taking action. Front of the house, Ichigo, the eldest son of his old friend and colleague, was to face armed with a baseball bat to a huge hollow.
- Are you crazy? - Kisuke thought up.
- When I grow up.
- It's higher.
- Not enough.
- And when is enough? Isshin not blame yourself for what happened to Masaki.
- What do I do?
- Talk to him, tell him that not everything is as he thinks.
- and condemned to live this life of death?
- is a pure blood! - Kisuke said. - It is their vocation.
- No way. Already suffered enough. When die ...
- can be late, you know.
- And? I do not mind that.
- OK, if even my lovely rhetoric is able to convince you, let him be. Although not share it. But one day a war will break out and then it is inevitable ...
A figure emerged from the shadows severing an arm of the beast. A small shinigami trying to defend the boy while defeating the monster. He could easily have been done, but the insistence of that orange-haired boy hindered an easy battle. Ichigo
charged him, but it was useless. That horrible creature estaba a punto de matarlo. La máscara blanca se abalanzaba rápidamente contra él. Lo iba a devorar y era inevitable, no era lo suficientemente rápido como para esquivarlo.
La shinigami se interpuso entre las fauces de la bestia y el cuerpo del chico, quedando atrapada entre sus dientes. Todo había terminado para ella. O al menos eso pensaba Urahara Kisuke, que ya desenvainaba su espada, su querida princesa carmesí, camuflada como siempre en su inseparable bastón.
Pero todo cambió en unos pocos instantes. Una pequeña conversación entre aquellos dos jóvenes, una mirada de decisión, una espada atravesando su corazón y, al final, una gran luz. Ninguno de los dos, ni él ni she never knew that someone else had been that moment of passage in which everything changed until the end of time.
Rage filled the heart of Ichigo, that I could feel it. Quickly, he cut a gap that had been about to kill his little sister, to Yuzu. Fortunately, it was over already and the recently become shinigami, exhausted, had collapsed.
Meanwhile, at his side, curled up on the floor, the goddess of death was put back on all the past. Their white robes, in stark contrast to the typical black uniform wearing just a few minutes before, denoting their lack of powers, powers now the boy had orange hair and the great sword with which he had finished with his enemy.
- What? - He finally said the old shopkeeper. - It seems that you need help.
She looked at him with an expression of surprise and terror reflected in his face. Not understand what was happening but not him. But it was over, there was nothing to alarm her more. So he decided to smile on her face and drew a gentle expression.
Then everything was over her head. All those memories they decided to return to their mind. The stone, flight, exile ... So many feelings whose aim was the time to end. But do you dare? That required the sacrifice of everything that this young woman knew.
- Want a ... gigai?
The words came out of his mouth alone, there was nothing to do. A gigai? No, not a gigai anyone what he had offered. There were still running behind but if I did not now ... would not have another chance.
helped the girl to fix the damage and then drove her to the store where the small Ururu and was calmer and the situation was normalized. The two children were sleeping, so I could count only on mustachioed butler.
- Tessai, please - he said, leading to the shinigami to the main hall - making tea and the gigai acércame I have in the laboratory.
Meanwhile, the girl was silent. Had not yet uttered a word since that "yes" with which he had accepted the offer of peculiar candy vendor. He seemed despondent, overwhelmed by events which had not been able to control and it cost him assimilate into his memory.
- Who ... you? - Said at last, after recovering his strength.
- Me? I am nothing more than a humble candy vendor.
- Do not lie.
– ¿Mentir? ¿Yo? Nada más lejos de la verdad.
– ¿Quién eres? – insistió ella.
¿Revelar su verdadera identidad ante otro shinigami? ¿Debería? Un momento, cuando aquella chica se pusiera el gigai ya nunca más sería un shinigami pero aún podría informar a la Sociedad de Almas. “¡Qué tontería!”, se dijo. Al fin y al cabo, era un iluso si creía que alguien como él pasaba desapercibido en la tierra. Aún así, nunca había tenido el valor de revelarse abiertamente ante otro shinigami.
– Urahara Kisuke – contestó tras un breve silencio.
– Urahara Kisuke ...
- the same dress and shoes but no more about me. Let's talk about you. Who do I have the pleasure this delicious tea?
- Kuchiki Rukia.
A member of the nobility, that was the girl. A shiver ran through Kisuke. It would be more difficult to conceal the crime would be committed, it would not be so easy to pass unnoticed the lack of someone like her. "There are still going back," he said, but would have no chance. We had to go ahead with the plan.
- Oh, a Kuchiki. It is an honor to welcome you to my humble shop - replied with a profound reverence ..
The conversation lasted a short time as the bustle of the last few hours had taken its toll on the girl, who collapsed from exhaustion. Tessai overnight stayed behind to care and treating their wounds so that the next day, it seemed as if nothing had happened.
- Okay, while you regain your powers you must watch this Kurosaki Ichigo, Rukia. So ... Well, now you're the Rukia Kuchiki exchange student at the Institute of Karakura.
- How do you get it?
- Do you doubt me? Take, your uniform.
- Where will I live? Here?
- This is a candy store, not a hotel. Plus you have to be near him, just in case. Ichigo has a large closet though ... I'd advise you not see his family leave does not give a good image.
- A closet?!
- Come ... I know perfectly well the cots of the Academy, it is much better.
- Fuck.
- Finally, take - said handing him a strange red glove. - We need to make out his soul from the body.
- Do not have Soul Candy?
- I'm waiting for an order.
- For books late Chappy tube.
- Uhm ... - Replied thoughtfully. - This will be difficult, the Women of the Shinigami Women's Association have wiped out the stock and there is nothing that comes to a trader say ... alegal like me. But I have the duck that ... What was his name?
- Yuki - she murmured.
- Well, that ... I'll get a tube of Yuki. Arrive in a few days, no more than a week.
- Agreed.
- Finally, running late, you should go to the Institute. Do not want to be late your first day of class, right?
- Right.
bye Rukia of all members of the store and went and, as he did, the old captain escaped him some words that summed up all his feelings in those crucial moments of the end of an era, "Sorry."
FC Urahara Kisuke
IN THE BEGINNING IT WAS A SHOP
Author: Eric Idle
- Boss! Boss!
Jinta's voice woke him from a nap, the nap he was taking every day after dinner and helped him stand up for their extensive night work. Sometimes he worried about what, why and so was devoting so much time to research.
had been exiled, had escaped and had sacrificed himself for that accursed stone not to fall into the wrong hands. Had to bear the consequences of their "crime" and live far from the world he knew. It was no longer his job, his duty, but ... was his life.
- What happens ... - Hustlers whispered when he had enough.
- Ururu ... - Whispered the little red .- It has become rare again.
- Have you done anything?
- No, not this time. Tessai is with her case.
- Okay, no problem. He knows what to do anyway.
- Will not you come? - Asked the boy to see his boss seemed to have every intention of returning to a relaxing sleep.
- Is it necessary? I know you can not live without me but ... Not even an hour while a nap? - Protested.
Full of determination, threw Jinta of the sheet leaving your boss in the open and grabbed him by his clothes. She stared at him making him see that it was not for jokes, but Kisuke Urahara's thoughts were no longer in the siesta. Something had caught his attention.
- Okay, okay - simulating reluctantly relented. - Let's see what happens to the small Ururu. Indeed Jinta, do you have the food gone bad? A moment ago it seemed that you hurt your stomach.
But little did not answer this time to the provocation of their host. Something serious was going on and not the eyes of that child as reflected. Other times they had seen her friend get nervous but the small Store messenger had never reacted that way.
- Jinta ... - Whispered paternal. - Do not worry. Will be fine.
- Bah!
- Ah, boss! Finally arrives.
Ururu had been to the cave that opened in the basement of the house to keep it as controlled as possible if they were to do something. Tessai, who sat beside her, watching her, she rose to receive their chief
- Do not get up, Tessai - ordered. - Right now, just concentrate on your mission.
Kisuke walked slowly to where the child moved uneasily. He stood beside them and crouched staring in silence for a long minute. The girl appeared in a catatonic state in a trance.
- What's the matter, Ururu? - He said finally, in an affectionate tone.
But she did not answer. Only silence was his answer. Although this was usual for her, his silence even more concerned when former captain. He insisted a couple of times with the question but the answer was always the same: a stony silence.
- Did not you settled?
- I thought so - said, scratching his ears in a gesture of one who does not understand what could have happened ..
- Well you're wrong again! - Jinta shouted, completely out of their boxes.
- Okay, - Kisuke replied, trying to calm the little - if we do not know what happens we better find out. When this happens, we'll fix it permanently. What do you think?
- What's the difference? You'll do whatever you want!
- That's right - he smiled. - But it is ok to ask. Look, I remember once one of the boring meetings of the old masters Yamamoto announced that ...
But something stopped, a burst of energy demanded his attention and that of all those present, especially the Ururu, whose sensitivity to spiritual energies increased exponentially in that state.
- And that is what the child has unhinged - Kisuke said as if he had to invent the wheel herself.
- Vamos! - Jinta shouted.
The boy ran to the stairs and decided to find her friend and playmate, the victim of his jokes and his bizarre inventions. The nerves ran through his body urging him not to stay still for one moment.
- No, you stay - interrupted dryly quirky gang leader. - I'll go alone.
The shadow cast by his hat covered his upper half of his face, but still could perfectly guess a serious look, concentrated. Rarely adopted that attitude to something but it was reassuring to his subordinates.
The boss was taking it seriously, which spoke of the importance of what was happening, but missing their stupid jokes that indicated that he could easily escape your hands. This look overshadowed by meant just that: "Quiet, serious, but nothing that can not be fixed. I have everything under control. "
Tessai
looked expectantly at his head, reassured by his gesture. Jinta, still feeling relieved by the expression of Kisuke, still haunted by the girl, who stood with eyes wide open, sweating, absent ...
- But ...!
- No complaints or discussions. You stay - he repeated. - Tessai, Ururu carried to safety. Jinta, prepare the laboratory.
- Does the laboratory? - Inquired the steward.
- Yes, this is strange reiatsu. Perhaps we are witnessing the awakening of a new ... - Paused, thinking it would be best not to reveal everything that had crossed his mind at the moment until we ascertain the truth. - I want to examine some things and not want to waste time. Come! Everyone at work!
took his stick and quickly climbed the stairs with the little redhead behind him. He left the store and set off to where he felt that burst of energy. It was untimely when the streets were deserted. That was going well, it was not appropriate to draw attention to what he did not want it to be happening ...
- Is not that Isshin's house? - Said when he approached the focus of that exorbitant power. How
would not have noticed before? So he was untrained? His reiatsu was not detectable and that would not be there. That old doctor-minded funeral had not reacted to what was happening at home. It was very strange so if it was that was happening was able to knock out the same Kurosaki Isshin could not be good.
He walked cautiously to the house trying to keep a safe distance, watching what happened before taking action. Front of the house, Ichigo, the eldest son of his old friend and colleague, was to face armed with a baseball bat to a huge hollow.
- Are you crazy? - Kisuke thought up.
- When I grow up.
- It's higher.
- Not enough.
- And when is enough? Isshin not blame yourself for what happened to Masaki.
- What do I do?
- Talk to him, tell him that not everything is as he thinks.
- and condemned to live this life of death?
- is a pure blood! - Kisuke said. - It is their vocation.
- No way. Already suffered enough. When die ...
- can be late, you know.
- And? I do not mind that.
- OK, if even my lovely rhetoric is able to convince you, let him be. Although not share it. But one day a war will break out and then it is inevitable ...
A figure emerged from the shadows severing an arm of the beast. A small shinigami trying to defend the boy while defeating the monster. He could easily have been done, but the insistence of that orange-haired boy hindered an easy battle. Ichigo
charged him, but it was useless. That horrible creature estaba a punto de matarlo. La máscara blanca se abalanzaba rápidamente contra él. Lo iba a devorar y era inevitable, no era lo suficientemente rápido como para esquivarlo.
La shinigami se interpuso entre las fauces de la bestia y el cuerpo del chico, quedando atrapada entre sus dientes. Todo había terminado para ella. O al menos eso pensaba Urahara Kisuke, que ya desenvainaba su espada, su querida princesa carmesí, camuflada como siempre en su inseparable bastón.
Pero todo cambió en unos pocos instantes. Una pequeña conversación entre aquellos dos jóvenes, una mirada de decisión, una espada atravesando su corazón y, al final, una gran luz. Ninguno de los dos, ni él ni she never knew that someone else had been that moment of passage in which everything changed until the end of time.
Rage filled the heart of Ichigo, that I could feel it. Quickly, he cut a gap that had been about to kill his little sister, to Yuzu. Fortunately, it was over already and the recently become shinigami, exhausted, had collapsed.
Meanwhile, at his side, curled up on the floor, the goddess of death was put back on all the past. Their white robes, in stark contrast to the typical black uniform wearing just a few minutes before, denoting their lack of powers, powers now the boy had orange hair and the great sword with which he had finished with his enemy.
- What? - He finally said the old shopkeeper. - It seems that you need help.
She looked at him with an expression of surprise and terror reflected in his face. Not understand what was happening but not him. But it was over, there was nothing to alarm her more. So he decided to smile on her face and drew a gentle expression.
Then everything was over her head. All those memories they decided to return to their mind. The stone, flight, exile ... So many feelings whose aim was the time to end. But do you dare? That required the sacrifice of everything that this young woman knew.
- Want a ... gigai?
The words came out of his mouth alone, there was nothing to do. A gigai? No, not a gigai anyone what he had offered. There were still running behind but if I did not now ... would not have another chance.
helped the girl to fix the damage and then drove her to the store where the small Ururu and was calmer and the situation was normalized. The two children were sleeping, so I could count only on mustachioed butler.
- Tessai, please - he said, leading to the shinigami to the main hall - making tea and the gigai acércame I have in the laboratory.
Meanwhile, the girl was silent. Had not yet uttered a word since that "yes" with which he had accepted the offer of peculiar candy vendor. He seemed despondent, overwhelmed by events which had not been able to control and it cost him assimilate into his memory.
- Who ... you? - Said at last, after recovering his strength.
- Me? I am nothing more than a humble candy vendor.
- Do not lie.
– ¿Mentir? ¿Yo? Nada más lejos de la verdad.
– ¿Quién eres? – insistió ella.
¿Revelar su verdadera identidad ante otro shinigami? ¿Debería? Un momento, cuando aquella chica se pusiera el gigai ya nunca más sería un shinigami pero aún podría informar a la Sociedad de Almas. “¡Qué tontería!”, se dijo. Al fin y al cabo, era un iluso si creía que alguien como él pasaba desapercibido en la tierra. Aún así, nunca había tenido el valor de revelarse abiertamente ante otro shinigami.
– Urahara Kisuke – contestó tras un breve silencio.
– Urahara Kisuke ...
- the same dress and shoes but no more about me. Let's talk about you. Who do I have the pleasure this delicious tea?
- Kuchiki Rukia.
A member of the nobility, that was the girl. A shiver ran through Kisuke. It would be more difficult to conceal the crime would be committed, it would not be so easy to pass unnoticed the lack of someone like her. "There are still going back," he said, but would have no chance. We had to go ahead with the plan.
- Oh, a Kuchiki. It is an honor to welcome you to my humble shop - replied with a profound reverence ..
The conversation lasted a short time as the bustle of the last few hours had taken its toll on the girl, who collapsed from exhaustion. Tessai overnight stayed behind to care and treating their wounds so that the next day, it seemed as if nothing had happened.
- Okay, while you regain your powers you must watch this Kurosaki Ichigo, Rukia. So ... Well, now you're the Rukia Kuchiki exchange student at the Institute of Karakura.
- How do you get it?
- Do you doubt me? Take, your uniform.
- Where will I live? Here?
- This is a candy store, not a hotel. Plus you have to be near him, just in case. Ichigo has a large closet though ... I'd advise you not see his family leave does not give a good image.
- A closet?!
- Come ... I know perfectly well the cots of the Academy, it is much better.
- Fuck.
- Finally, take - said handing him a strange red glove. - We need to make out his soul from the body.
- Do not have Soul Candy?
- I'm waiting for an order.
- For books late Chappy tube.
- Uhm ... - Replied thoughtfully. - This will be difficult, the Women of the Shinigami Women's Association have wiped out the stock and there is nothing that comes to a trader say ... alegal like me. But I have the duck that ... What was his name?
- Yuki - she murmured.
- Well, that ... I'll get a tube of Yuki. Arrive in a few days, no more than a week.
- Agreed.
- Finally, running late, you should go to the Institute. Do not want to be late your first day of class, right?
- Right.
bye Rukia of all members of the store and went and, as he did, the old captain escaped him some words that summed up all his feelings in those crucial moments of the end of an era, "Sorry."
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