I really loved this story...
DISCLAIMER: I do not own BLEACH or any of its characters
Prologue
Unfortunately his calculations had been wrong and they were in trouble. Urahara pulled on the brim of his hat bracing himself. Tessai was sitting next to him hands up fingers crossed eyes close, casting a kido spell. The children were stationed behind Urahara, even if his worse fears were about to be realized, the children wouldn't be in any real danger, just he and ...
He instinctively reached for his shikomizue, but that was the problem, wasn't it?
They stared at the kido barrier spell that was currently containing his shikomizue, and it was becoming more and more unstable. They were in the underground training facility under the shop. The pressure was rapidly growing and a strong wind began to stir around the hovering containment kido.
Several week ago, they had heard of the Zanpakutou upraising in the Seireitei. Urahara helped out as best he could, but left the issue to the Gotei 13.
When Muramasa came to the human would looking for Koga Kuchiki, Urahara thought he'd done well in sending Chad, Uryuu and Orihime to check things out, preferring to keep his Zanpakutou as far away from Muramasa as possible. Then of course, Kurosaki and the captains had come to save the day, finishing off both Koga and the wayward sword.
He had hoped that any "orphaned" swords, would return to a katana once Muramasa had died. But now they were plagued with the Sword Fiends. Plus, now all the events seemed to be having some effect on Benihime.
He'd lost "contact" with her several days ago and right before he did... Well, it wasn't good. And that's why Tessai was trying to contain the still sleeping Zanpakutou. She was getting stronger, but how, why and what would happen if she were to awaken?
Tessai was straining now , trying to keep the containment going.
"I won't be able to hold it much longer, boss," Tessai strained, his muscles bulging, sweat pouring from him.
"Hold it for as long as you can, old friend," He said patting him on the shoulder, eyes intently focused ahead. I'm glad she's still in the Seireitei, Urahara thought.
The containment was splintering now. Ururu and Jinta began to tense and move to a defensive stance behind Urahara, Urahara held his ground.
Tessai strained under the pressure that was building, until the small rectangle barrier around the shikomizue shattered and dispelled. It had been suspended in the barrier just inches about the ground and when the barrier shattered it feel to the ground in its katana form.
Then... nothing. Nothing happened. It was quiet. Too quiet. Urahara scanned the facility his eyes darting back and forth. His body alert.
"Hello, Kisuke."
What! She was right behind him! How? When? He hadn't seen her move! Then he felt a piercing pain in his side.
A split second later Jinta, Ururu and Tessai noticed the materialized form of Benihime was in the midst of them.
"Wha-!" Jinta yelled stepping back in shock, then raising his bat. "Jinta Homerun!"
He went in to slam his oversized bat at the intruder but was flicked like a fly by Benihime.
Ururu landed several punched to her face before she could turn around. She then landed two more kicks as Benihime put up one hand to defend herself and being pushed backwards.
Tessai had caught Urahara before he hit the ground.
"Boss, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Kisuke said, coughing up blood and holding his side where his sword had just stabbed him. "Its just a scratch. I told you she's a mean one." They heard the eruption of fighting and crumbling rocks from Ururu and Jinta fighting the sword.
"Ill be okay. Help Ururu." Kisuke said getting to his feet.
Tessai nodded and ran out to where Ururu was going toe to toe with the Zanpakutou, Jinta in the air bat over his head ready to come down on her.
This is really bad. Kisuke thought. The last thing he felt before he had lost contact with Benihime was intense rage. But Muramasa had been gone for weeks at that time and had never even know that he or Benihime even existed. So how had HIS Zanpakutou materialized? And why was she so damn mad?
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To be continued...
