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."
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