National Autistic Society

Fic 6 - The shadow of the past

Fic sixth of Competition II FC Urahara Kisuke


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I leave it all behind.
My dream is over.
No, wait.
not finished yet ...

The night was closed in the Seireitei. Calm in the Court of Pure Spirits was complete. However, in one of the headquarters of the Department of Research and Development activity continued unabated.

One person was working among the bubbling liquid sounds of the specimens. Sitting at a large wooden desk, the haori of the Twelfth Division Captain reposaba sobre el respaldo de la silla.

La sombra del Pasado

Autor: Oseas

Página de portada, con el título del One Shot y una imagen de Kisuke en el centro de la Cámara de los 46

Los cabellos grisáceos caían con sutileza. Con las mangas de su kimono arremangadas, Kisuke permanecía frente a un telescopio analizando unas muestras. A su alrededor, pilas de documentos e informes, y también algo muy llamativo. En el interior de un cubo acristalado y sobre una mesa, descansaba una pequeña esfera azulada.

La mano derecha de Urahara hacía girar una pequeña wheel in the telescope, trying to tighten the image and make it clear. Kisuke's eyes watched the show carefully. Several unicellular organisms were scattered by the sample. Treated cells to bind to each other, but they rejected them.

Kisuke turned away from the telescope and smoothed his hair, by drawing back.

- Well, still not working. - The Captain's voice was calm. Urahara

rose from his seat and walked around the lab, heading a large window. On the road stared at the strange blue area noticed the intense glow emitted.

Seconds later reached the window. Rested his hands on the wooden frame and looked out. Looked thoughtful. The night was dark and the moon Soul Society crowned with majesty.

- do not understand. It is assumed that, at this point, the Hougyoku and should be able to awaken the reiatsu that lies dormant within a living organism. What I can be wrong?

The minutes passed for the young captain and no explanation was coming to mind. Just when he would retire from the window, Seireitei shuddered. Then a terrible explosion disrupted the sleep of hundreds of Shinigami. The lights began to light in all the Court while Kisuke tracked all of Seireitei in search of the source of the explosion.

I ended locating. The gardens of the fifth division training. Kisuke

left his position at full speed. He picked up his haori and went immediately to the scene. Hurried to the headquarters of research, and great strides in a few minutes reached the entrance of the fifth division with hardly any other Shinigami cross the road.

The entrance to headquarters was deserted, which is rare even at night, given the high surveillance that used to be subject divisions.

already inside everything was different division. The Shinigami who remained quiet on the night, ran out of their rooms to go to support others in the fields of battle. It created an uproar where the cries that came clearly to the ears of Urahara, invaded the hall.

- Where are the Captain and Lieutenant Aizen? - Shouted a Shinigami Urahara passed with barely any surprise of the presence.
- not found in the division! - The cry came from their own gardens.
- You may already be fighting! - Now the shriek was just behind Kisuke.

Members of the fifth division along with Kisuke, went to the outside of the division. A dark green meadow was flooded with everything he had. In the background, a huge cloud of smoke caught the attention of everyone present. On the ground lay the bodies of several badly wounded Shinigami.

One member of the division went to one of the wounded. It was a girl. Brown hair, then picked up, was now excited. The right arm was completely soaked with blood, and the wound was rather deep.

- What has happened, Jo? - Shouted the Shinigami who bowed to respond.
- is horrible! - Jo put aside the hysteria to point to the big smoke. - A group of Hollow ambushed us. Take care, are very powerful. Kisuke

heard the words of the girl and began to give way to members of the fifth division, which looked to the Captain of the twelfth division with renewed hope. As he progressed, he began to draw his Urahara Zampakutoh.

was at that moment when, at the top of the smoke, a Hollow with a pair of huge wings shot out. His eyes were riveted on the smoke at his feet. A few seconds later came after him a Shinigami, katana in hand.

Shinigami's movements were swift. The Hollow downloaded a powerful kick, hoping claws that beat its rival. Not so. The Shinigami's Shump served to circumvent it, and swinging his Zampakutoh deftly dealt a mortal blow to the Hollow flying, which eventually disappears after a few seconds.

The representative of the Fifth Division landed in front of Urahara driving his right knee in the grass. Tie to his left arm, Lieutenant logo shone in all its glory. It was Aizen Sousuke, who rose to see the face of the captain of the twelfth division.

- always late, Urahara-san - Aizen smiled broadly.
- Keep it safe respect, Sousuke. - The voice came back of the two rivals.

Kisuke and Aizen turned and they could see how, from the smoke, someone emerged portly. His features were strong, and lacked any kind of facial hair. Eyes large and sparse eyebrows gave way to a dark scalp, short and spiky on top, but with long hair falling on his temple.

- My sincerest apologies, Captain Arikoksu. - Aizen leaned slightly to the appearance of Captain of the fifth division.
- Long time no see, Urahara! - The Captain's voice was as warm. Captain Arikoksu

soon reached those who were in the past, two great rivals.

- We backed off. We leave you free training grounds for the investigation of what happened. - Arikoksu put his large right hand on the shoulder of Kisuke.

Captain went into the headquarters of the fifth division, and after him, the other division members. Sousuke surpassed Urahara with a devilish smile on his lips.

- Good luck with the investigation, Captain.

A shiver ran through Kisuke, while Lt. reached its barracks and disappeared from the battlefield. Urahara approached the scene, and saw con atención los jardines de entrenamiento. Se agachó y comprobó que la sangre mancillaba el césped. Alzando la mirada, vio cómo varios árboles habían quedado totalmente quebrados. Los signos de la batalla eran más que evidentes.

Kisuke estuvo examinando el lugar durante una hora, pero no localizó nada reseñable. Sin embargo, la situación le pareció de lo más extraña.

- Hollows en el Seireitei…

Mientras que andaba perdido en sus pensamientos, el bueno de Kisuke giró sobre sí mismo, con tan mala suerte que resbaló y cayó. El estruendo fue tal, que varios Shinigami volvieron a salir del cuartel, Zampakutoh en mano. El temor a un nuevo attack were seized.

However, the gesture changed when they saw the Captain Urahara lying prostrate on the ground. A cold sweat ran their foreheads and silence took over the gardens. Kisuke stood up at full speed, red as a tomato.

- L "Sorry guys! - Is scratching his head trying to hide. - I slipped!

Members of the fifth division withdrew disbelief at the situation. After the bad shot, Kisuke realized that his slip had not been for stupidity. He examined the lawn and found a tiny glass bottle empty.

He examined it carefully, and reached to see little purple spores. The bottle cap had disappeared. Urahara slipped his little finger into the jar to know the texture of the spores.

- How strange! - Fixed his eyes on the spores. - Can this be ...?

Urahara stood up in haste and ran toward the Department of Research and Development.

- If what I think is ... - Kisuke stared at the small bottle. - But how did we come to the Seireitei? Urahara

traversed the corridors of the fifth division at full speed. He passed the small office of Lieutenant Aizen, he saw Urahara and smiled rather than malicious.

Minutes later, Kisuke was already inside the laboratory. He left the little vial next to the microscope. He emptied his haori, carefully depositing it on the back of the chair. He approached one of the tables, and picked up a small white cloth.

Kisuke sat in front of the microscope. Withdrew the microscope the sample had been analyzed and placed on the table. Then introduced the cloth inside the bottle, and passed on the sides between the web hoping to catch a spore.

And it was. You change spores were trapped between the hard tissues of cloth. Using tongs, Urahara caught one of the spores and dropped it on a new sample. Then introduced into the microscope.

Impatient, he placed his hand on the wheel to adjust the vision. His eyes traced the composition of the sample, and saw that he expected to see. Kisuke turned away alarmed the microscope.

- It's impossible!

a leap, Kisuke rose from his seat. Before he can reach a small shelf full of books, a familiar voice reached his ears.

- It Kisuna. (Arena spiritual)

Kisuke spun around and saw How Sousuke was lying on the part of the large window.

- "A spore extremely rare to find, and only present in the desert plains of Hueco Mundo. Its aroma, exquisite smell of a Hollow, is often used to gather a lot of gaps. "- Sousuke smiled broadly. - That's what the book will "Prohibited Items."
- What the hell are you doing here, Aizen?
- Do you know that in that same book also notes that "The code harshly punished Seireitei Shinigami that has this type of spores? - Sousuke felt superior.

Silence gripped the room for a few seconds. Suddenly, Aizen stared at the blue sphere that remained inside the glass urn. A great strides, approached the table on which rested.

- What the hell is this, Kisuke?

While Aizen began to lift the lid of the box, Urahara stepped forward, putting their hand inside the box. Quickly caught the Hougyoku with the same hand that, minutes earlier had inspected the glass vial containing the spores. Sousuke

not realized, but Urahara internal forum convulsed for a moment. The reaction was Hougyoku contact with the remains of the spores, and Kisuke had suffered the consequences of that reaction.

Kisuke quickly saved his pocket a small area. Sousuke Urahara stared in disbelief at the reaction so childish that he had to hide that for which he had asked.

- No matter what. - Aizen began to walk towards the exit door, resting his right hand on the golden handle it. - By the way, you know how serious it would be discovered Kisuna manipulating a Captain in his own laboratory? Sousuke

began to open the door. In the eyes of Captain Urahara silhouettes appeared 3 high, and dressed in the mode of punishment squad. Surprise face Urahara contrasted with the smile that outlined the Lieutenant Sousuke.

- Captain Urahara!
- What happens?

One of the 3 Shinigami stepped forward.

- On behalf of the House of 46, under arrest!
- What? - Kisuke The surprise was huge.
- has come to the House a report signed by a Lieutenant that is claimed to possess spores Kisuna! - After a short break, the Shinigami continued. - The House requests your presence in court of scholars and judges!

Aizen was placed just behind of Kisuke.

- Wow, what a most uncomfortable situation.
- Given his rank, sir, the House has not required to accompany him in court! The three Shinigami

vanished from one moment to another, leaving alone the Lieutenant and Captain. Kisuke, without a word, turned around, surpassing Aizen, and going to the chair on which rested the haori Captain of the Twelfth Division. Urahara caught him with rage and put it on.

The situation was very tense. Both rivals are turning their backs.

- Aizen ... - Kisuke turned slightly. - ... Why did you do that?

Before responding, Aizen also turned away. Shinigami both their eyes met.

- Doing what, Captain? - Aizen was naive.
- Let's play, Sousuke! - Urahara's words were extremely serious. - You have been the one who caused the fracas in the gardens of training, not caring the wounded who had. - Kisuke's eyes seemed knife in the lieutenant. - And you were the one who left the bottle with the spores of Kisuna for me to find!

Aizen left his angelic gesture.

- Tactics of War, Urahara. - The smile that Aizen was now charged with outlining a unparalleled evil.
- But what the hell are you talking about?
- You were the first piece I had to fall to pursue my plans. - Sousuke made a brief pause. - Do you remember what happened last week at the gardens of the thirteenth Division? Urahara

squeezed his right fist. Trying to contain his anger.

- pay for this, Sousuke!



Under the watchful eye of 40 scientists and six judges, was a very young Urahara, wearing clothes and layer Shinigami captain of the twelfth division.

One of the Elders of the House stood.

- Captain Squadron twelfth, Kisuke Urahara. He knows exactly because we have demanded his presence.
- Kisuna spores ... - Kisuke said
- You're wrong, Captain. - The eyes of the Speaker of the House were inquisitors. - The report on his possession of spores Kisuna serious. However, it has reached the ears of the House has done some research and that are quite worrying.
- How? - Urahara's face was total shock.
- Hougyoku. - The response was extremely serious.

There was a silence that lasted several seconds.

- Can you explain to the camera prompted him to carry out this investigation, Captain?
- The only goal is to push the limits of power of a Shinigami.
- Do you think that the best method of doing this is to take skills Hollow? - The Speaker of the House of 46 headed for Urahara stood up.
- There is nothing wrong with taking the skills of the Hollow to break our own barriers. Be aware that the power of the Hollow increases daily, and there will come a time when we are faced with no fear.
- What has not thought that this device would be very dangerous if it fell into the wrong hands?
- Hence the Soul Society is involved in this research. You need to have the support of the House and each of the 13 divisions. - Kisuke looked really desperate.
- The camera of the 46 will never support such an initiative. Do not dare to threaten the stability of the Seireitei.
- But you can not ...
- Silence! - The spokesman hit the table with a small wooden mallet and rose from his chair. - The decision is made. However, his attitude fearful over the safety of Seireitei will be punished.
- How? - Kisuke was really surprised.
- Starting today, you will leave the rank of Captain of the Gotei 13. Remain exiled from Seireitei, and its entry it shall be subject to a new authorization for this camera.

Urahara was leaving the House when the voices of the 6 judges echoed.

- Captain! Hougyoku Seal and keep it safe! It is the only condition that is put before leaving Seireitei!

The sound of small wooden mallet striking the table ended the session of the camera.


Soukyoku
The Hill was chosen to open the Senkaimon that would lead to and ex-Captain Kisuke to the real world. Waterfront Senkaimon, Urahara and Captain of the Fifth Division, Arikoksu, were face to face.

- How are you, Urahara? - The Captain's face was of concern.
- Well, thanks.

Urahara turned, and walked to Senkaimon striding. Seconds later, Kisuke stopped under the threshold of the Portal.

- Arikoksu. - Urahara was filled with determination to say what he intended to say. - Be careful with Aizen. Their intentions are not good. Kisuke

entered the Portal and its existence in the Soul Society over.

I leave it all behind.
My dream is over.
No, wait.
not finished yet ... Fifth

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Fic 5 - Escape

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Fic 4 - Being like you

fic of FC Contest II Kisuke Urahara

Being like you

Author: Ezequiel

young
Steps resounded in the narrow and dark corridors of Research and Development Institute of Seireitei. No sunlight ever entered in those places so that lamps dim yellow light hung from the walls white light the way for the gullible few who dared to tread these units.

A penetrating stench hung in the air at all times. Few were those who could bear it, unless they were members of R & D. The shinigami who walked at the time by those corridors it was, well not noticed anything strange. But the man waiting at the entrance of the building was not used and only approach the door and just smell the odor, and felt really ill and cursed his luck for having to just warn the captain in particular.

- At least I have not had to go in there - he told himself as he thought about how rare were those twelve. Which had stopped at the entrance had insisted on carrying the same message to its captain. And of course he was nobody to stop them. Of course not.

Suddenly an angry voice came from the entrance of the institute, so strong and full of anger and malice gave the messenger a start to listen. Of course the news did not seem to be very agreeable to Kurotshuchi Mayuri. The man was a moment not knowing what to do, torn between the urge to go there and get rid of any possible, and certainly horrible, which could result in punishment for having disturbed the master Kurotshuchi, much as they were under Captain General Yamamoto; and the duty to wait response from the captain of the twelfth division.

Before you decide, a Mayuri pissed off out the door of the institute, followed by his daughter and lieutenant, muttering to himself. The messenger stepped aside as envisioned in the dark hallway the brightness of the bumps gold that was to Capt. ears, and seemed to get smaller to avoid being seen. But the captain was so engrossed in his anger did not even notice the presence of man.

For once, he had escaped.



- Why should such a hurry? - Mayuri asked to come to the meeting of the captains in the first division headquarters -. Was busy at the moment.

- Kurotshichi, those are not ways - said the captain general -. Please take your place and let us start with the meeting. At a time when you will answer to your question.

- Tsk, damn old - whispered for himself.

- Well, as we all begin - said the captain general -. I have called you here today to talk about Urahara Kisuke.

That name caused a stir among the captains began to murmur from their respective sites. Except Mayuri, who advanced a little and went screaming to Captain Yamamoto.

- What about him? - Asked emphatically -. Is banished. It is no longer our concern.

- No. You're right. He did not. But his own actions.

- What do you mean, Captain? - Soi Fong intervened.

- I mean it seems that Urahara Kisuke is having a lot of activity lately - general said Capt. -. The problem lies in the fact that you are having, but in the type of activity concerned. It appears that you are getting in touch with the Vizard.

- The Vizard!? - Exclaimed several captains in a worried voice.

- Yes.

- Typical Kisuke - Mayuri murmured -. He was not allowed in his day but has always followed with that aim in mind.



- Captain Yamamoto But I do not understand! - Shouted a young man with brown hair and wearing a rather long white coat with a twelve painted on it -. Why Why not give me permission to contact them?

- Urahara Kisuke, no more to say about this - said the captain sharply in the first division -. I hope that you obey my orders to that effect.

- According captain.

Already going to surrender? This is not like you, captain.

A young man with dark brown hair that was behind the captain of the twelve, I looked at this with a frown as he thought how strange it was to see the captain giving in so quickly. A lieutenant's insignia adorned his right arm.

- Come Mayuri - Urahara said as he turned to his lieutenant after leave of capitán general.

Mientras salían de la habitación Mayuri observaba la cara de su capitán, en busca de algún signo de rebelión, algo no muy infrecuente en él. Pero extrañamente, ese día sólo la decepción se filtraba a través de esos ojos inquisitivos e inteligentes siempre en movimiento. Hoy miraban fijos hacía adelante, destruida la ilusión, mientras caminaba de vuelta a su división.

Durante todo el trayecto, el joven teniente tuvo que reprimir el deseo de preguntar a su capitán por esa extraña actitud, pero no se atrevía a hacerlo al aire libre, por miedo a que los estuvieran vigilando.

Finalmente llegaron hasta las dependencias de division twelve and the captain went immediately to the R & D building, where his private laboratory. Mayuri followed him closely.

- Captain, I can ask you something? - Said the young when they came to office.

- I think I know what you want to ask - Urahara said as he sat in a chair.

- Typical of you - he muttered under his breath.

- Pardon?

- Nothing, that ... I will answer then?

- Yes The reason I have settled for that first not the captain-general, is that he is absolutely right.

- But Captain, we investigate - Mayuri jumped -. You yourself have told me many times what we could learn from them.

- I know, I know - said the captain -. All that is true. But so is that Yamamoto is right that we should not contact them.

- I do not understand ...

- It is very simple. The reasoning followed by the captain is that if we take contact with these Vizards that, obviously, are more powerful than us - started to explain to his lieutenant -. How many would not want to think shinigami that power?

- ... But what's bad? Wanting more power.

- Sometimes yes, Mayuri - said the captain with an odd glint in his eye -. You know what to do to become a Vizard, right Mayuri?

- Yes, you told me so himself.

- Then you will understand the reasons for the captain-general to refuse my request.

- Yes You are right - said the young man reluctantly.

- always do I'm glad I taught. You're smarter than I could ever imagine.

- Thanks Captain.



- Watch as ex-captain has finished - Mayuri whispered, while around the rest of the captains discussed on measures to be taken -. At the end you could not resist contact with them, right?

A while later, the meeting broke up and the captain returned to his division Kurotshuchi and returned to shut himself in his laboratory. Around a thousand and one devices vibrating, blinking or moving solutions, filled the room.

This was his element. Here he felt safe and calm. Nothing disturbed his mind. But today was not. The name of his former commander echoed over and over again in their neural circuits by distracting him. With a sudden angry gesture, he threw several flasks on the floor and went to their rooms. Once

allí se deshizo de sus ropas y se acercó a un espejo que colgaba de una pared. El reflejo que devolvía era muy diferente al que veía años atrás. Miles de cicatrices cruzaban su cuerpo y en sus orejas una red metálica recubría el oscuro conducto, lo único que persistía de los antiguos órganos auditivos, sustituidos por sistemas electrónicos.

Sólo sus ojos seguían igual.

- Ya no soy como tú querías, ¿verdad capitán? – le susurró al espejo -. Pero tú sigues siendo igual que antes. Sólo has tardado mucho en demostrarlo. En ese momento podías habérmelo dicho. Haberme revelado tus intenciones. Entonces a lo mejor sería diferente…

... it would be like you. Third fic

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Fic 3 - Jasmine

the Competition II FC Urahara Kisuke

Jasmine

Author: Baruch

A muffled thud delicately placed their little fingers to touch the bare board, makeshift table that really was part of the step that led to the backyard Store. The ceramic pot baked, not particularly ornate, lay resting on the smooth surface. Liquid sound, deaf, which produced the fine waterfall, originally colorless but now emerging colored by herbs that diluted its path, tinkled into the bowl where it meets the flow. While the particular course out of the tea water to reach the container above would facilitate their drinking tainted delicate scrolls, moisture evolutionary opacity until it vanished and merged with the environment, flowing the hot beverage.

The long-haired girl in a purple collection graciously enjoyed a casual ponytail splendid morning. The sun king gave a great light rays that, upon impact in their stately picture, it was an idyllic scene of contemplation. Resting lightly on the wooden sign with narrowed eyes by stroking his natural lighting throughout extension, Yoruichi grabbed accurately Kisuke vessel approached him, without articulating the eyelids. He approached the glass manufactured and was delighted with the aromatic particles flowed from it and reached the whimsical pituitary content with such trivial sense. Bicolor hat allowed the former captain to keep his eyes open and watch the picture of calm.

Satisfied by his company, Kisuke sat by his side after serving himself a cup of tea as essentially the same as pleasing to her companion: gentle fragrance, sweet perfumed jasmine tea not only but also accompanied cup with a couple of fresh-cut white flowers. Both

in silence, watching the tricks that were developing children who are under the custody of Urahara. No need to say anything more, they understand one another with only exchange a sidelong glance. But the shopkeeper felt something inside, a slight whiplash nostalgic smile made him look as he returned to his old friend:

- Yoruichi-san ... - give thoughtful - Do you remember when we met?

rescued but did not answer her large amber eyes that were party to dispute small and returned the grocer view: Looking tender and melancholy by the moments that were going through his mind, what animated film evoked images inevitably hear the rhetorical question.

A slight breeze shaking the leaves of oak anniversary under its shade, shelter the young Urahara wheat blonde hair whose bobs to the rhythm that the capricious wind wants. Concentrate the most, is sitting in the roots, supported by the old trunk, while based on her thighs a little metal box. Housing is screwing it verbally while playing with the inanimate object of your focused unit status.

- Vamos! You have to shut you down! - Said reluctantly as he struggles to close sealed the outer shell of the engine. However

battle in vain as the tough coverage rebels against its author and does not allow turning angle, however small, that allows you to completely close the Hulk more than uncertain functionality. Such is his commitment that does not mind spoiling the little machine just to get the target amount of stubbornness has been proposed that morning.

- Ciérrate! Ciérrate! - Cries out for himself. Press

everywhere to try to bring the armor prismatic joints lining the pileup, but it so hard that one of the screws, which had initially married well, ejected into the air with so much momentum that, to hit someone, would cause considerable misfortune.

However, the cap does not impact with anything, to their fate, but not enough to hear his slight collision with any obstacle that has crossed his path and stopped its mad progress. Alarm turns, looks around, moves to crawl away the stubble of grass, which accommodates the seat. Walk

knees until he stumbles with long legs, thin and well-contoured supports. Elevate the look and sees a young dark-skinned, half purple hair falls on both sides of his face. Dressed in an orange jacket and enhances contrast even more striking skin tone, the girl crouches slightly and brings you the adventurous nut:

- Yours? - Serious question.

- How did you ...? - Was interrupted when contemplating such beauty.

She walked through the garden near the Academy in the company of a simple but effective suite of presence required. In silence, I could hear the grass crunched slightly flattened in its path. All was peace and harmony in your environment bored when suddenly he noticed a slight hiss, a projectile almost negligible size, given its speed, was approaching her without solution. However, she is a specialist in the field quickly and without leaving his gesture of absolute calm, turned on his feet and intercepted the screw with your bare hand. When you look around you suddenly found the search carried out by the clueless blond and quickly deduced that it belonged.

- Idiot! You could have killed someone - she continues dryly.

- Good reflexes - evades welcomes your response and smiling.

- Most cats - confirmed the brunette could not help a mischievous smile.

Without thinking twice, Kisuke take the device has cost so much effort to assemble, and which is still somewhat broken, and gives it the girl. His face becomes a question he did not know what the boy intended to give such junk. At that time, you hear a little chime that seems to come from the "invention" to mean.

- This ... This sounds like - notice the girl approaching the hearing to ascertain the fact.

- No problem. Dam ... - answered unconcerned while the ground up with regret.

not given time to calm the rowdy recuperating from the missing piece, because at that right moment, the ringing increases in intensity and were suddenly silenced. Then a little shock through the apparatus and operates generating black smoke proportional to size the widget.

already dissipated the dark cloud explosion resulting from the reduced, again appears the young woman's face but tinted with dusky and crude ash following the incident. Urahara can not help but laugh out loud funny clean to contemplate the face of the unknown.

- S-Lady! You okay? - Asks one of his bodyguards exalted.

- You should not mix with the rabble, His Excellency - narrows another alarmed by what happened.

Despite that, the girl did not flinch, does not react, just keeps staring at the anonymous has attempted twice to their physical integrity in minutes. Stabs its large yellow eyes while watching how he has a great time. But the fun side of Urahara change your mind when it falls in the words of the company that helps women.

- "His Excellency"? - Asks a stunned Kisuke.

- Do not you know me? - Curious enarquea a thin eyebrow - Shihouin ... Yoruichi.

That name is blood curdling. The Shihouin are one of the four noble families behind in Soul Society and he had before him the heir to the Clan. She was treated like any one and then there was the accident with improvised bomb that had exploded without warning.

- I'm so sorry! Excuse me! I'm sorry what happened! - It takes time to apologize multiple bowing.

- Now you treat me? - Yoruichi entertaining question.

- If there is anything I can do for you ... - is talking about the innocent Kisuke.

Who would have said? In one of his usual morning and walks through the Seireitei, the careful and well-educated Yoruichi did not think that tomorrow would be as entertained. Surely this young man had saved the day to be a tremendous boredom and monotonous, as it turns out every day if we discount the training times. The noble life is very boring.
Pero la, ahora, ociosa Shihouin no piensa nada bueno para con el joven; el chico reclama una compensación por su parte para enmendar el entuerto que ha provocado y Yoruichi va a aprovechar bien la ocasión que se le ofrece.

- Está bien, está bien – comienza a decir – Invítame a cenar y todo quedará perdonado – termina con una sonrisa brillante que contrasta con los tiznajos de suciedad.

- ¡Eso está hecho! – responde campechano Kisuke – Digo… Como usted diga – retoma el tono más adecuado para dirigirse a tan señalada personalidad.

La noche sobreviene al día. La hora acordada se acerca y Kisuke se halla apostado en the entrance of the restaurant as a venue agreed. He hopes anxious and nervous, wondering if you carry enough money to invite the affected and thus to correct the disastrous smooth conduct of the morning. After a few anxious moments, featuring the young Shihouin this time without an escort, but Urahara supposed to walk around any member of the Secret Body specializing in concealment and camouflage, to protect his wife.

in together and be fit in a randomly chosen but suspiciously close to the kitchen. A Kisuke does not mind the chosen site so he could somehow rectify the mishap that has brought so far. Moments later receives a waiter with a notepad and pen to record the order that is properly equipped to perform. Urahara, chivalrous as ever, you give your turn requested the young and reserves the right time, giving you more time to think what they want to consume.

- Let ... - Yoruichi said while opening the gastronomic menu. After a few moments in silence waiting takes a breath and begins to talk - I want to ... six bowls of udon and do not skimp with the shoyu, three of Okinawa soba and a couple more of shabu-shabu. And second, a generous portion of teriyaki, four and a takoyaki motsunabe. That's it. Perplexed

both shinigami shopkeeper and not give credence to what they heard. The first one just happens to write down everything that the mouth has spoken. The second relaxes the gesture of astonishment, he takes that string as a custom of sharing dishes. Yes, it must have been asked by both. It's a modern woman dominant and has grown in a home full of men who despised for being the worst sex and respect has been remarkable achievement based on the different fields of combat, to be splendid figure was sitting in front him.

- No, wait! Put down a plate of tonkatsu and yakitori five. Yes, that's all. - Resolved quickly as she closes the letter - What are you going to order?

A nervous tic vibrate almost imperceptibly makes Kisuke left eye while a small droplet of sweat slid down his forehead and falls down the cheek. Could not be true: going to eat all that? Alone? Closer look at her slender silhouette. Where will you get so much food? It seems like magic, but this mystery will be solved in minutes.

- What, sir? - Get the waiter to another diner.

- I ... How much water? - Asked Kisuke trembling as she fears will not reach its estimated budget to cover that meal.

- It's free, sir.

- Well, bring a pitcher.

The waiter walks away with a look of disbelief on his face. Shortly after attending a couple of colleagues in the tavern, because one can not keep to move the large order. Soon fill the table and bowls of succulent soups, seasonings and other ingredients that the girl does not hesitate to consume. Like a kick-off is involved, as the last dish is placed on the table, Yoruichi begins to swallow as if that were your last meal of his life, losing all composure that characterized aristocratic noble. Urahara is served a little water in his glass and drinks given to dose small fine.

- Well? What's your name? - Question Yoruichi with his mouth full.

- Urahara Kisuke Urahara ... - answered obediently while watching how he swallowed the noble.

- Aha! - Nods after hitting a good bite of breaded pork chops the tonkatsu - And what do you aspire in the Soul Society?

- I will create a Research and Development Institute - Young jokes.

- Ja! And I'll Shunpa Goddess - the girl laughs after which they swallow without breathing a bowl of udon - I do not think you're on track - recalling the anecdote particular morning.

- I can not say the same. At a time

record at breakneck speed, Yoruichi has been able to consume more than a dozen dishes. Now you can confirm this for sure: the speed is his specialty but it is not only limited to the battlefield.

Shihouin leans slightly in his seat for air and food stand occupies a paradoxical stomach, and that fools the eye. Sigh satisfied and pleased with the banquet that he has sought to Kisuke stunned, clutching a wooden stick and pulls the remains that have been engaged in their perfect teeth.

- Do you feel like some tea? On the house - the waiter kindly offered to compensate for the account that must be raised.

breathe Kisuke hereby relieved from the restaurant but seconds later falls into the possible reason for the free offer. Notes expecting the reaction of the girl does not know where they can go to that proposition. She is silent, thinking about your response. Effectively incorporated into the padded seat and smiles.

- Jasmine. I want a jasmine tea.

- Yes, ma'am. Right now.

with the same efficiency with which they have been given throughout the evening, quickly served a tea set with a couple of cups, each supported in separate bowls with jasmine flowers. Established protocol, the bartender grabs the kettle, pops up and begins pour the tea on the containers, thus the liquid effluents released due soon invade the place. Yoruichi takes the flower funny and it deserves the hook behind the ear. Close your eyes with a look peaceful, calm, calm, enjoying the intoxicating aroma.

In contrast with the course of dinner, the girl drinks the concoction slowly, slowly enjoying the flavor that gives the dark liquid. Kisuke can not look away curious, studious, that woman so fascinating ancient noble reputation that seems to regain composure of his race to take the drink carefully.

- Kisuke .... Kisuke!

A, each increasingly intense headache beat down at that moment his bare head as the hat was on the floor behind her. Surrounded by his family, the red-haired boy was more interested than they should about the state of his boss after the blonde blow to head with the baseball to playing in the yard.

- Kisuke, you okay? - Asked the girl with purple hair collected from the tail.

- Why would not I be? - Said, blinking in surprise.

- Tsk ... And I so worried about the head - spoke a Jinta rebuffed.

After confirming that his physical condition was right, the children resumed their party where they left accompanied by the improvised official: the giant Tessai. Calm returned to the field, backyard ambitious salesman who was still stunned by the image he saw: Yoruichi had adorned with a profile of the flowers that put the hosts just before the cup.

- What are you looking? - Yoruichi asked mockingly.

- Nothing - said suppressing a smile.

Awake at last cleared by such a stunning, picked up his hat and placed it in the rugged head. To tip the hat to his skull posarlo something hits the stage where they sat: a screw old, rusty and battered by the incessant and tireless time. A screw shunpa Goddess instantly recognized and, boasting of its title, more readily grasped the former director of research and development institute. Yoruichi smiled helplessly and returned it to its owner as it did hundreds of years ago. Urahara took a little embarrassed because she discovered her little secret. But he played down and put it in the pocket of his green jacket. Again focused their attentions to small game.

- recalling old times, eh? - Said without looking away from the game.

- No. dreamed awake - materialized at her askance. Second fic

Slogans For Wedding Cards

Fic 2 - Get up and leave your land

the Competition II FC Urahara Kisuke



------------------------------ - You do not understand! - Shouted in despair. - This is bigger than you can imagine! Much more!

- Calm down, Captain - he called the elder who presided over the meeting. - Sure there is a solution.

- Tranquility? Solution? - Roared. - These words have no meaning now. I do not understand, right? It's a catastrophe!

- Despair will not at all - insisted the General. - You calm down and think about it. The rest collect all the information you can. We will meet again in two days at the same ...

- in two days might be over the world - immediately whispered before leaving the room.

Arise, go forth from your land

Author: Jeremiah

way to his lab, the Captain of the Twelfth Division, Urahara Kisuke, he could not stop thinking about what had happened in recent times. The children's claims of science the Sereitei, the rush to finish a war eternal, the inordinate desire for power, the coldness of the investigation by the investigation, the craving to be the first to arrive to discover the long awaited ultimate weapon ... everything that had led ultimately to Sereitei, and himself, as the Squadron Chief of Research and Development, to develop this cursed artifact that remained guarded day and night in the depths of the cellars of the barracks.

- Wait for me, dammit! - Cursed by a voice behind. - Kisuke!

- I'm not superficial to talk this afternoon, Isshin - said without even turning around.

- I know - said the captain of the Sixth Division as he lit a cigarette. - Just wanted to talk to you about all this.

- So tell me then.

- is so serious or are you exaggerating?

- Do you still doubt? - Answered. - It's worse than we could ever conceive.

- but win the war once and for all ...

- At what price? How pounding her life to a number of people? By God! We are talking about hollows! "Ultimate power" ... Damn! Condemnation to death!

- You do not know - Isshin objected.

never seen his friend as well. From the time of the Academy, Kisuke and he had been together and their careers have run parallel lots. He knew that genius like his own brother and still could not help but wonder, and terrified by the catastrophic and overly serious face of the ever smiling, optimistic and hopeful captain.

- I know - Kisuke turned meditative.

- you tried! - Said his party looking through the words of his friend.

- No - tried to conceal.

- Do not lie ...

But Urahara Kisuke replied no, it did not fulfill his best friend, his mind was fixed on other issues. Realizing this, his colleague stopped harassing you with questions and left, allowing him to return to their refuge in silence, what I needed at that time.

Yes, I had tried Hougyoku, but at what price? Practical subjects were criminals sentenced to death or long life in prison "but they were more dangerous because of that? Were they not also shinigami? "People? "People like? What else gave the faults that he committed? "They were going to die also" What bullshit! What now? Now they were monsters, but it did not matter, "was for the good and peace."
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serious, thoughtful, without his usual smile, the external dependencies of the Twelfth Division Headquarters by calling the attention of his subordinates, who used to see a much better mood. But it was the oven buns. Smiling is a luxury right now could not afford. He collapsed on the couch in his office and stared at the central laboratory, where they guarded the cursed jewel, through the glass door that served as a wall. The room was plunged in darkness, lit only by a dim lights and eerie glow emanating from this rock.

was almost inconceivable that something so small, so innocuous in appearance, was the source of many headaches for his creator. How this could have such destructive power? They say the best things come in small packages ... that the worst can also be kept in tiny containers.

- You okay, boss? - Worried a voice behind him.

- Yeah ... - sighed, turning around and looking like a big fat man deposited a tray of tea with their huge paws. - Thanks, Hacchi.

There he was, always helpful and always attentive to anything that might disturb the peace, unusual man. Although the abnormality was so common among members of that division had been unusual for someone to be normal.

- has a face ...

A bad face? The issue was not the face that could take or leave. That had affected him too just always seemed unchanging, unfeeling, uncaring, and always interested in the consequences of their actions. But there was the key: "eyes." Very few people, perhaps only Yoruichi, Isshin, Tessai and the man who now stood like a huge wall in front of him knew the complex mechanisms that were put up under that blond hair that was beginning to show the fruits of such concern, as he liked to call it gray, incipiently, began to spring up in her hair.

- It's just tired - he lied for the umpteenth time that morning. - How are the test subjects?

- Controlled - said the giant. - Lieutenant Kurotsuchi is with them at this very moment.

- Well - nodded as nervous playing with the papers. - Could go to lend a hand?

- already has his daughter with him and the subjects were sedated ... - argued Hacchi trying to rid the company of man. - I do not think ...

- Hacchi, please ... - he pleaded with his eyes.

not blame his old subordinate, but did not want to argue with anyone. Everyone knew the concerns raised in Kurotsuchi Mayuri Captain. Despite his great gifts as a scientist and to be his second in command, his alleged right-hand side, Urahara Kisuke had never trusted his lieutenant. His methods, his unhealthy obsession with power, their lack of ethics ... There were many factors that overshadowed the trial of a man who, according to their intellectual and fighter, was able to happen some day to his captain, who has united a strange mixture of feelings of hatred, envy and admiration. Kisuke

fired his aide with a faint trickle of voice and continued to review the papers with his eyes, trying to trick your mind with a little work. Then his eyes fell on another of the investigation files, one of the headaches that could not disregard, important as it was the crisis in which they were.

- How are the kids? - he asked, stopping Hacchi steps, having the handle already in hand.

- Tessai is with them - said. - Do you want to call him?

- No need - he sighed. - If he is with no small to worry about.

If the acts of Lieutenant posed a constant source of concern, the Second Officer of the Division, Tsukabishi Tessai, was the opposite. It was really his right hand, his confidant and, if he were, it would be his lieutenant, but that appointment was dependent on higher authorities did not want to fight. In addition, it was said at times, so Kurotsuchi had controlled.

Time seemed to stop since. Without any obligation other than to watch the stone, the time remaining until the next meeting of the Council of Captains went very slow and tedious. Those were days of internal chaos, emotional storm of deep meditation. Intended to have everything under control, as he always did, but when I thought it all fall apart again and again to find a new nuance, a new fact ... something, anything, it was tiny ... Yes, indeed, had found its nemesis in this tiny device.

- Captain Urahara - He gave the floor to the old Captain General at the beginning of the meeting.

- Well - coughed. - Studies on the possibility of destruction of Hougyoku ...

- Destruction? - Captain Kyouraku asked.

- The Hougyoku was created to be used, Captain Urahara - General Yamamoto said.

- Its use is discouraged - was quick to sentence in a tone that had nothing to do with whom he had taken two days ago. - Since only the thought and not just their effects.

- Why?

- Simple - Answered. - We intend to wipe out monsters like them. The Hougyoku not a sword, not a firearm, or a demonic art. We talked about waking hollows of immense power within our walls. We talk about creating unstable individuals. Can we control? Until when? Will be immensely powerful warriors, more than any of us. What if we get out of hand?

Many of the words he had said they were not coming to believe him but knew that a warning of that type was the only way to convince those twelve men, colleagues, rivals, friends and enemies, that use that area apparently as innocuous black was the most stupid thing they could commit. So, put into play all his savoir faire and his skills as a speaker that so famous they had to serve one purpose: to avoid bringing into play those men-gun.

The ensuing question then Kisuke Urahara's mind was none other that if this strategy of fear cause the desired effect to his colleagues, elite warriors and scholars, experts in their field like no other.

- Captain Urahara I think is right - the newly instituted shyly murmured Captain of the Fourth Division Retsu Unohana. "Medical studies show a high degree of instability in subjects tests, so they are kept sedated.

- I guess then there is no reason to object to the proposal of Captain - Shiba Isshin intervened, trying to support his best friend

Thus, one after another, most of the captains was standing on the side of Captain Twelfth Division against the continuation of the investigation. It seemed as if his talk doom had penetrated deep into the consciousness of those present at that meeting, but could not forget that the lace to the project had made the timid words of Retsu, who despite being a "rookie" among them caused a profound respect among his equal.

- Well, in view of the position of the Council - muttered Yamamoto, seemed not totally agree with the decision - ordered the cancellation of the project called Hougyoku and classification of all documents according to their consideration as a top secret ...

The order of Captain General was silenced by the sudden sound of an alarm, which brought about the birth of a certain unease among those present. Fearing the worse, hastening his steps Kisuke walked towards the barracks.

Yoruichi quickly joined him, the leader of the executors, and Isshin, who was accompanied by his young and presumptuous lieutenant, the heir to the Kuchiki house. Three of them did not need words to communicate. A common life had gotten a look to understand perfectly. That alarm could only come from a site ...

- "Hollows in Sereitei?! - Isshin cried alarmed by what he saw. - How?

- Hollows is not any, look at them - he called Urahara. - Did not notice anything strange about those?

- Less! - Yoruichi said. - Well, we'll do the east side. Fong!

Next of that beauty of ebony, a small shadow appeared out of nowhere and then disappear again bringing with him his partner. His intuition was correct, many of those gaps were less, and not Gillians. And if there was an army of invading Adjucars Sereitei did not want to imagine who or what led.

quickened his pace and reached the northwestern part of the facilities of the Division before his friend. That area was still insured and serve as input for the reinforcements would soon arrive. However, the defense of that place was secondary, what mattered now was to check that the Hougyoku was safe.

Fortunately, no one had managed to enter the main building, which housed the main laboratory, which guarded the device. Hacchi defended him showing why he was considered one of the leading experts Bakudou who had left the Shinigami Academy.

was an epic battle, the largest ever recorded inside the Sereitei before the arrival of these outsiders who made the entire history of Soul Society give a radical. Such was the violence and savagery of combat, the blood, as both shinigami hollows, red stained the snowy streets of the citadel almost entirely practical.

Buildings destroyed, the great hospital of the Fourth Division collapsed, hundreds of dead, thousands injured ... The outcome was devastating, but the threat was contained and rejected. The Gotei 13 had won a new battle, but this time they had beaten in the depths of his heart. How would come this far?

afraid that that was the excuse for the withdrawal of the last command of the General, but fortunately outweighed Hougyoku a new risk that had not put in his appearance before the Council: the race for the possession of the stone was to encrudecer and make more frequent clashes between both sides.

- We're yours - whispered at the end of the battle when it was resting next to Yoruichi and Isshin.

- But it's impossible ... I was with you, right?

- Also, how can you distrust him? - Asked Isshin.

- Nobody can be so damn good - he argued. - It should be up to something. I always envied

... Never had always liked the nice, polite, courteous and noble Aizen Sousuke. Had always sensed that something hatched from the shadows, but nobody paid attention. To the world, the young lieutenant Aizen, who had not yet reached a Capitán por simples vicisitudes del destino pero cuya popularidad le concedía casi los mismos privilegios que a uno, era el ideal del caballero, un paladín del bien y la justicia. Para Kisuke, era un demonio que aún mantenía su apariencia de ángel esperando el momento indicado para asestar el golpe definitivo a Dios.

– ¿Sigues investigándole?

– Sí… – murmuró en respuesta Isshin. – Pero no encuentro nada… No encuentro nada, porque no lo hay…

– Tiene que haberlo…

Nadie le creía, pero él estaba seguro. El tiempo le daría la razón, pero aunque no lo hiciera, aquella batalla was the telltale sign that someone wanted to be in the possession of Hougyoku for their own purposes and had been allied with the worst kind of all that exists: the governing Less Hueco Mundo. The name of the traitor was irrelevant, the fact is that this traitor was.

was time to end this once and for all. Trying to be as polite as possible in that situation, sent his two colleagues and went to the lab to think of a way to get rid of Hougyoku. Destroy

was impossible: the amount of energy would be released so that could end the existence of everything they had known in the blink of an eye. There to find another remedy, but what? In any case, the Hougyoku should disappear from the map ...

Yes! That was the key! She would pretend the destruction of the gem and hide! Out of sight, out of mind. The question was no longer "what to do?" But rather "how?" Hide something as small as the stone was relatively easy physically but ... spiritual level? The spiritual presence of this tiny device was a large shadow that noticeable to an experienced observer.

- need ideas - you said out loud. - Ideas ideas, ideas ...

- Pardon?

Kisuke turned in his chair to find the voice that I had questions from the doorway. Was Tessai, who came to report on progress in the treatment of those two children, victims of another of the crazy experiments that one day I decided to undertake.

- has begun the process of recovery of patients. As for the male patient ...

- Jinta ... - interrupted his captain. - These people have names.

- Sorry, sir - was corrected. - For Jinta, a satisfactory result is expected al 100%, podrá hacer una vida normal. En cuanto a la pac… a Ururu, las previsiones no son tan esperanzadoras…

– ¿Cuál es el pronóstico?

– Un 70%... quizá menos – informó el Tercer Oficial. – Con un Gigai especial y vigilancia intensiva…

– No concluyas esa frase con “podría llevar una vida norm…” – comenzó a reprocharle. – ¡Un momento!

Comenzó a revolver entre los papeles de su mesa buscando unos planos de unos nuevos diseños en los que estaba trabajando. Con una excitación casi febril, revisó cálculos y rediseñó gráficos para then stay watching intently with a mysterious smile on his lips.

- You are a genius ...

Days later, the new genius of the Twelfth Division had been completed. A unique appliance of its kind, dangerous and disturbing, like the Hougyoku. And nothing less could be expected that the tomb was intended as catastrophic to final gun.

- Captain Urahara - suddenly a voice spoke behind him.

Three pairs of arms belonging to members of the platoon to hold perpetrators are arrested, but he did not resist. Everything was in its calculations. Exile, disgrace ... all was a lesser evil. Get away from that boulder from around the world and, above all, Aizen Sousuke, who little by little had been considering his nemesis.

Everything was ready in the little cottage of Rukongai where, one day, centuries ago, had decided to become a shinigami. That was his little sanctuary and would be the last place they would step in Soul Society, so he had decided.

- Are you sure about this, Tessai?

- I can not leave these children in charge of Ten ... Captain Kurotsuchi, Lord.

- I do not call me that - he smiled.

- "" Boss "will be all right? - A new voice broke.

- Hacchi?

- I will not let the killing - said, pointing to the group that accompanied him. - We're with you. Only one thing ...

- What?

- I want to be one of them - dark sentenced but smiling. - If I do not want to look after and protect them being "different." Use this to me.

- Are you sure?

That was the last time you turned on the Hougyoku Urahara Kisuke. A faint glow dark, paradoxically, wrapped the big guy completely, but nothing seemed to change. Soon understand that it was too early to discover the full effects of this artifact.

peculiar watched entourage and went a little smile. At least, wherever they'd just would not be alone. There were also, without notice, Yoruichi and Isshin, his two best friends, those for which one would die and knew he would give his own if necessary. But at that time did not know how far reaching this statement.

- Have you come to say goodbye?

- I ordered the stabilization of the walls of Dangai - Isshin Shiba said. - Will my last order as Captain of the Sixth Division.

- Your ultimate what? - Kisuke replied surprised.

- Like it or not - and broke in at that time the Ex-Backers Squadron leader - we're with you. And there is no discussion possible.

- Pe ... But ...

- I told you Yoruichi: no buts worth - insisted the Shiba. - We're with you and not go back.

- And Masaki? Not on a mission? Do you think leave just like that? And your family?

- of - stopped him. - Masaki know what to do and Kuukaku be able to get the clan later - he said, displaying his usual smile of safety. - I raised her, did you doubt?

- There is nothing you can object, Kisuke - threatening her friend smiled.

- If you are so crazy to follow me, come on - snorted. - But if you mareáis with curves and bumps, do not forget, on this trip no bag for vomiting. First fic of II

Action Replay For Poptropica

Fic 1 - Nightmares

Contest Urahara Kisuke FC

Nightmares

Author: Isaiah

Silence, inert, and suffocating.
Nothing could be heard in his cell. It was cold, dark, moist soil and ice that neutral color and depressing. There was nothing I could entertain there. There was no one to talk. Everything was empty.

Urahara, only wearing a white kimono poorest quality, she shuddered. Just a chill through the body. He uncrossed his arms, and rose from the dark area where he had remained until then. Stretched, and tried to get the blood to flow again for your stiff muscles, but that cost him enough how much had been there? "Days, weeks? Only God knew. The passage of time was very difficult to count there.

With careful not to break the thin cloth that covered her, the now ex-captain of the twelfth squad tried to shoot it themselves and cover the entire body. But that was impossible, and a slight crack of the torn dress on her back gave a good account of it.

Defeated, the god of death came to one of the small windows that served narrow vent. One of those damn small windows that only allowed him to look abroad. He rested his head on the wall next to it, and looked out. There was, her future, unique and terrible, that they had decided for him.
The duo terminal.

took a little momentum, and hit his head against the wall. Once and again, and did not stop until her face was completely flushed and a lump formed in her Why had he been so stupid? Why the hell had played God? Innate curiosity had led him astray.

Without being aware of it, a small tear escaped her eyes. Only one, small crystal, which concentrated all the pain I felt inside. Pain, and regret. He cursed himself, and quickly wiped her face. But mark stood there in his cheek, a tiny trace of wet skin that had given him reason to that site. The tower of repentance.

was again dropped on the floor and knelt before the image of his fate. But was not looking, as his mind had gone elsewhere. In his childhood, his past. A better times.

remembered the passion that had always felt for the science, those thousands of books and had memorized formulas without problems. Recalling his death, and the new opportunity this gave him in Soul Society. He recalled his years at the academy, friends, teachers and training. Happy again for the day when he wore the black suit first shinigami, and by the time they got cover with captain's coat. But that did nothing but make the pain returned.

Because of that charge, the range that had so filled with pride, was over there. Because of that love him, those eager to improve, had dug his own grave. He, a mere mortal, had wanted to go a step further and improve the human.

did not take long to realize his mistake, but it was too late. The damage had been done and had not noticed. Le prisoner, rudely and ruthlessly. They put handcuffs, frías, metálicas, impersonales como el trato que le dieron sus captores. Lo encerraron en una celda, y lo juzgaron sin piedad. Condena a muerte, esa fue la sentencia que recibió. Nadie pidió una apelación. Nadie lucho por él.
Estaba solo.

En el mismo instante en el que Urahara se iba a rendir a sus emociones, esos demonios que tenía dentro y que tanto le oprimían, el seco chasquido de un cerrojo al abrirse a sus espaldas resonó en el interior de la torre. El hombre, sabiendo perfectamente lo que eso significaba, se levantó orgulloso y se volvió a mirar a los recién llegados. Cinco hombres completamente cubiertos le esperaban en el umbral de la puerta. Cinco figuras sin rostro alguno who had been his only visitors. Five murderers willing to kill him.

They approached him in silence, grabbed him tightly by the arms, and pulled the necklace he had in his neck. This necklace the same color today teñiría clothing. Blood red. Thin but tough out four strands of the same, and took him away. One in every cardinal point and the last front to lead the way, that was the order imposed. That was the way of traitors like him.

Kisuke, trying to keep all the strength that he could, moved rigidly in step with them and, while walking through the narrow bridge that connected the tower with the rest of world, made his last nostalgic look at Soul Society.

looked up, and looked at the sky clear and cloudless, which was tinged with orange on their own. Throughout that day, or at least that's what he had sensed from his prison, had a splendid time. He smiled slightly, somewhat ironic, and recalled that he had always thought would happen the day he was.

That day rain. A large sheet of water bathe the ground as the sky would be crying for him. Everyone was going to leave, since absolutely no one could think otherwise. But even so, for since the end of the bridge could see a group of newly promoted to shinigami fun with things close to his headquarters. Despondent, looking down again and tried to contain his tears.
That dream would never be fulfilled theirs.

When he reached the instrument of his execution, a bitter little ball of vomit rose to his throat. He was nauseous and dizzy, her body trembling and his knees failed him at times. She could hardly stand, and his henchmen had to drag him to the stand where he died. His mouth was dry and his eyes blurred, barely able to contemplate all those who had come to witness his death. Solo a face, furious, full of wrinkles and a long beard was known. Yamamoto, the captain of the first squadron.

This old man looked at him severely and Urahara could almost hear his words echoing in his head "Kisuke has disappointed me," Yes, that's what he had done, had let the whole world. Had failed them for wanting to emphasize both. He had wanted to ascend to heaven and burned like Icarus with his wings of wax.

The cry of one of the executioners confirmed that all was ready, and a low murmur from the audience was his approval. Two small, plain white cubes emerge from the platform on which he stood, and rose rapidly to stand in front of their arms crossed. Simultaneously, another larger hub in front of him was formed and remained at the height of their bare feet. Urahara, terrified and trembling, was paralyzed and was promoted to the top of the posts.

Tum, tum.
Kisuke's heart was pumping too much blood to your brain to keep him awake.

Tum, tum.
Meanwhile, other murderers executed with their hands the necessary movements to release the reiatsu and releasing the ropes that kept her tied the halberd.

Tum tum, tum tum.
The strings began to spin dizzily to come off, fly and stay stuck in the muddy ground at the end the cliff where they were.

Tum tum, tum tum, tum.
A huge burst of energy left completely blinded to the accused.

When he got back to open his eyes, a huge bird of fire burning fixed his gaze on him. Their wings, two red and fiery tongues of fire descended on him and burned. His vision, eye pain because of the heat that the monstrous thing clear in particular are clouded by time. I wanted to die once, and stop pain. I wanted to leave and forget all those memories that were piled on his chest.
wanted to stop there.

The moment in which his last tear ran down her cheek, the phoenix that would give death was on him. He thrust his beak, hard, sharp, fiery torment and agony seized Urahara. Kisuke

cried, and regretted that they wished this to happen. Kisuke screamed, and hoped that all was over now. Not so, the pain spread and burned him inside. He felt a terrible agony he slowly dies. Suffered.







Completely drenched in sweat, Urahara rose suddenly from the ground where he had fallen asleep, a few hours ago. He looked around, confused, and he remembered where he was. In its living in his tent and safe, for now.

He touched his face, and remembered everything he had dreamed. In doing so, a shiver went through his body and put his hair on end. It was nothing, that never happened, but .... it seemed so real. Lie down again, and turning his head uncovered a sake bottle lay empty by his side.
How
"Sure I will not have such dreams?" He said to mismo. "I should stop drinking.

took her fan, opened it with a single gesture of the wrist, and waved frantically in the air trying so their body temperature returned to normal. Raised the hand that was free, and held horizontally for a while. He was still shaking.

At that time, a gentle tapping sounded after the thin rice paper door that isolated in the world. Urahara immediately recognized that form of itching. Tell me Ururu

What do you want? "He asked this as she stood trying to regain her composure.

"It ... is Ichigo." He said the shy girl after opening the entrante "It's been three days and is about to become hollow.

Ururu I hope not, "confided while Kisuke gave him a gentle tap on the head and went with her to the training camp had under the tienda. "It's the only one who can help me to amend my error and another person to suffer. It is the only way to stop having nightmares. Sixth