(Spoiler Alert: Set after Chapter 423 of Bleach, I suppose. I own nothing. As for why Urahara has a scottish accent...its based off converse with a friend)
"Top o' the morning, Ichigo."
"What do you want hat and clogs?"
Was it bad that Ichigo had gotten used to people appearing in his window late at night? It was far from normal.
Then again maybe he shouldn't shun Urahara anymore, the last thing resembling a Shinigami that spoke to him since his powers were gone.
Orihime seemed to sensitive to bring it up. Chad didn't talk much. Ishida...well, Ishida had bigger things to worry about then bragging now that Ichigo couldn't hunt the Hollows that plagued Karakura town. Karin said nothing, even though Ichigo suspected she had to pick up the slack when it came to the ghosts.
None of the others said anything. Heck, Ichigo wouldn't have minded Kenpachi trying to kill him, Renji starting a fight, or Rukia kicking him in the face.
Rukia...
"Something bothering you lad?"
"Yeah." Ichigo focused on his homework. Had a lot of work to make up for.
"Well whats on your mind?" Except it seemed Urahara wouldn't let him.
"I can't protect anyone, I guess."
"You guess?"
"Damn it, I know there are monsters out there, but I can't do anything about it!" Ichigo finally jumped to his feet to yell at him. "Thanks for reminding me! Now what do you want?"
Urahara smirked as he looked up from under his hat-who knew how he'd got it back. Ichigo had stopped trying to guess anything about him-usually the answer was its 'Urahara'. That day the shop keeper and former captain was holding up Benihime in her original cane form.
"I'm yer new best friend, laddy."
With that he hit Ichigo with the base-seperating the carrot top's body and soul.
"Hey-what's the deal?" Ichigo shouted, falling onto the bed as his body fell to the ground. The shop keeper drew his zanpaktuto from the wood casing, slicing through the boy's chain of fate.
Ichigo started to yell again, but paused as dejavu ran through his brain.
"You have twenty-four hours before your chain encroaches and consumes your soul..." Urahara began but Ichigo held up his hand.
"No need, Urahara." Ichigo grinned. "I remember."
Already his room was vanishing from his view. Instead he stood on a skyscraper. In one corner stood Old Man Zangetsu. In another stood Ichigo's Hollow, who smirked.
"Welcome back, King."
