No one could say that even in death, Kushina was anything less than an Uzumaki.
"Poke me with whatever the hell that is one more time, 'ttebane, and i'll shove it so far up your ass-"
"Ah, you're awake finally!" a cheer voice cuts her off, laughing nervously. Kushina cracks an eye open, lips already pulling back in a smile that shows way too many teeth to be friendly. "Seems like it," she agrees, bitingly.
But the man ignores her, all beaming bullshit hidden behind a fan he pulls out with a flourish. He rocks back on his heels, easily, snapping the fan close as Kushina rises, allowing her to see the grin on his face. She wants to punch it off him, but refrains with a snarl that's two parts teeth and one part agitation.
Everything is foreign, even herself, to a degree, and it's unsettling. She easily lifts herself up on her elbows, watching curiously at the hair that comes spilling over her shoulders, blood red in the light and pin straight.
There's something bubbling in the pit of her stomach, something peculiar as it feels like a bandage over a wound that never quite healed, but she doesn't have time to analyze why her hair makes her feel that way.
After all, Kushina doesn't know what the fuck is going on still.
It causes her anger to rise, because something tells her rage is easier to deal with than panic.
(Kushina is in a strange place, not knowing much else besides her name, and all alone except for the presence of a strange, unknown, man-yeah, she can work with that.)
"Who are you? What'da want- and where am I?" she demands, slipping her knees under her and glaring.
"Kisuke Urahara," the man-Urahara now-introduces himself, beaming before her. "And you're in my shop, as for what I want, well, it's not often we get spirits like you popping up."
Kushina blinked, bemused.
"Spirits?"
"Yep! You're dead, miss."
Kushina is quiet for all of ten seconds before she rockets forward, snapping a hand out and tugging Urahara by the shirt until he's in her face. She's all teeth and temper and a biting edge. Urahara eyes her, both curious and wary as she snarls in his face.
"Explain."