In The Name of Purity

Prologue

It was an extremely hot summer's day. Loose t- shirt stuck in the back out of sweat- kind of hot. We can be honest when we state that it was fucking hot. Or that's how Karin felt, at least.

The air in her room was suffocating her, even though the purpose of air is quite the opposite. The dust and the heat working together with air made sure our 'soon to be fifteen year-old' felt like dying. She couldn't even make sense of the text in the comic she was reading anymore. Can't focus. It's too hot. So she cried out to her sister, who was the only person in the house including herself:

'' Do we have anything cold, Yuzu?'' she whispered to herself dramatically'' a-n-y-t-h-i-n-g...?''

Her sister came by her door, which Karin kept open to let fresh air in, though it seemed like it was all long gone.

'' No, still nothing. Dad'll come from the shop soon enough, I'm sure of it'' Yuzu tried to convince her sister who looked at her with those bored eyes, as always.

'' That damn idiot can't fucking do anything quickly. Moron. He should've let you and me go since we know the meaning of the word 'sufficient'. But noo, we're his little darling angels'' This is where she took a deep breath of the dusty, old air, and she felt like she was in a sauna, and then continued her rant:

'' Bullshit. I am no angel. You might be, seriously, but I am and never will be daddy's little angel. That fucking prick, trying to please us and shit. MORON, I say. Moron.''

Yuzu had gone back to the kitchen where she had opened the refrigerator door to keep herself cool as her sister kept complaining about their father. It was rather normal and almost casual, the continuing rants that her raven haired sister had about their father. Yuzu had always appreciated the efforts their father went through for them, and she knew Karin did, too,since she was no fool. But she had this weird aura around their father all the time. Like she held a grudge against him for something, something... unspoken. But now, Karin was beginning to get on her last nerve, which was something many people couldn't be capable of doing to her. But the fusion of heat, dust and a pissed of teenager were too much.

'' Karin'' Yuzu lifted her head up from the floor she was looking at, as she held her back against the refrigerator, and looked at her sister straight in the eye.

'' Maybe you should go to Urahara-san's shop to get some refreshments too, then?'' Yuzu tried to sound cheerful and not annoyed, like she was, but Karin recognized that there was something strange in her voice, and took the hint.

She got out of her now sweaty pajama, that was a loose t- shirt with the text ' Pure' on it. She put on a loose tank top, that was supposed to be a crop top, but it was a bit too big for her, so it went past her belly. For bottoms she just took the first thing she could find, which was a pair of grey fleece shorts.

She tied her hair into a ponytail like she always did these days, since her hair got so long and it was constantly in the way.

'' I'm going now'' she stated to her sister.

Yuzu showed a thumbs up from the kitchen as an approval.

'' Bet'cha ten yenis I'll be back before that idiot of a dad '' She said snarkily and closed the door behind her, leaving the dusty hot air behind.


The outside air was even worse. The incredibly hot and bright sun beamed at her like she was a snake in a terrarium under those horrible lights. What made it even worse, was the fact that she hadn't thought through the whole 'fleece as a fabric in the summer''- thing, and her hips and behind were steaming in hot sweat.

She just wished that Urahara's shop was five blocks closer to her.

She couldn't seem to focus on anything with the heat and all, mixing up her brain, and taking her to places where she didn't want to be: her brother, Ichigo.

That dumbass hasn't shown himself in a long, long time. She knows he's just off in the spirit world or shit like that, doing some death reaping with Rukia. Although, she isn't entirely sure whether Rukia has even been in contact with that sorry brother of her's.

Oh, Ichigo. You fucking moron. You fucking, fucking moron. Thinks he's doing the right thing, leaving us behind, saving the damn universe with the magical unicorn death god powers of his and keeping us ''safe''.

MORON.

He's just making things worse for us. We don't know where he is, when is he coming back or how bummed out he'll be when he's around us, since that guy prefers to save the world all the time. Poor Ichigo. It's oh-so hard to be happy around your family, isn't it? I don't hate you, Ichigo, she thinks. It's the opposite. I love you, but why the fuck do you have to worry us so-

'' How can I help you, Karin-chan?'' a familiar male voice vibrates through the hot air, making his voice a bit mushy.

'' Urahara-san?'' She squints her eyes so the sun won't get in to her eyes and sees that the guy is Urahara, in fact.

Urahara notices that the girl doesn't seem well and invites her inside his well air- conditioned shop. Karin let's out a moan of relief, she can finally breathe. For her surprise the shop has a couple of ordinary customers, humans, doing the exact same thing she is: breathing.

'' Nee, it seems to be the hottest summer in a while, doesn't it?'' Urahara tries to create small talk, but fails since everyone is keen on the fresh breathing air.

When Karin has had enough air she says:

'' I'm not here for the usual, I-''

'' Want to become a shinigami like your brother? Fantastic, I knew this day was yet to-'' He utters, but is cut off by the hand of the young woman on his mouth.

'' NO,'' she whispers to him, '' and could you keep it down, man? People will think you're crazy!''

Urahara gave Karin a determined look and turned to the other customers, looking at them now with a sinister expression. Soon enough they had run out the door, rather be out in the inferno of a summer than one more second with a suspicious freak.

Karin looked at him amused at his playful nature, ready to turn the customers away so he could talk to her. But his life didn't depend on the living he made in the human world, it was all just extra. Suddenly he seemed arrogant.

'' I'm just here for some refreshments'' she says coldly, and tries not to look at the man.

'' I see. Well I'm sorry to disappoint you, really, I am, but it seems that I've run out of almost every candy here except the ''Chilly Chili Chibi''- candies, so those will have to do, If you're keen on getting something'' He explained and pointed at the six foot long pile of chili candy boxes back in his storage unit.

'' This isn't fucking possible''she said and looked at Urahara, disappointed and surprisingly, laughing. She laughed hard and loud, and not as often as you'd think. Kisuke Urahara watched the girl lose herself in her laughter and find a way out of her laughter three minutes later, her eyes red from all the tears caused by the burst. Then she looked very serious, sad even, like in the limbo of here laughter she had realized something important.

''You know,'' she said, narrowing her eyebrows and coughing, clearing her throat from the previous scene '' My dad and my brother keep things from us''

Kisuke looked at the youngster, curious.

'' Us?'' he frowned.

'' Me and my sister, I mean.'' she replied and continued on '' like essential things about their lives. Like, where they've been for the couple of months, weeks, days, hours. I mean, they give an excuse but I can tell they're lying through their teeth'' she sighed and sat on the counter, by the register.

The man had always known there was something moving behind those seemingly emotionless eyes, and he knew she was clever, but he had estimated for her to get to this point a bit later than this. He thought he still had time to think about all the lies and excuses but she was here, now.

'' Do you have any idea what they're keeping from us, Urahara- san? Because I'm up to here with they're excuses, and I know that Ichigo's a shinigami, but I'm oblivious about the things it requires.'' She came down from the counter she had sat on, and pulled Urahara down to her level by the collar of his kimono.

'' I know that I have seem uninterested so far, but don't let my apathetic face confuse you. I'm fucking disturbed, and frankly quite pissed at you, dad and my stupid brother. I know you're tangled in this hot mess of a family in some ways and right now, my friend, I need some information.''

The shop owner smiled cunningly.

'' Anything in particular?''

1. Divisions revealed

It had been a long session of Urahara-san explaining all about the phases of the Kurosaki family: Isshin's life as reaper, Masaki's secured Quincy life and death by the King, the true life of Ichigo as a reaper so far and the Quincy war. Needless to say, Karin felt herself a bit overwhelmed and suddenly she couldn't breathe cool air either. She couldn't believe they kept all this from her. Mom... Mom...

'' Are you alright, Kurosaki-san?'' Urahara asked and placed his hand gingerly on her shoulder, but the young woman shook it off as soon as she felt it. She didn't need compassion. She needed truth, and now she had it, but it all seemed so... surreal. Her father, a fucking death god captain? This is like a blues song with heavy metal lyrics. That's the thing that boggled her the most, her father. Her father was actually a strong fucking guy, not to be taken lightly, like he always makes sure he is.

And mom.

Mom was a person. I know something, no, everything about mom I need to know. She loved us, she really loved dad, and she was a strong chick as well. She was an icon.

But how, HOW in the hell could those two keep so quiet for so long? Saying absolutely nothing about this shit? I mean I get the whole 'father & son' relationship mystique, but seriously, I feel like sharing the fact that you're a death reaper is an important fact that defines your character pretty strongly, and if you're too chicken shit to share it with your family, then who the hell can you share it with? Karin thought to herself as she felt something crunchy between her fingers.

'' Kurosaki-san, I'd appreciate it if you didn't crush that bag of ''Chilly Chili Chibis'', please '' Urahara noted the aggression the girl had being transferring into the muscles in her hand.

'' Those fucking dicks!'' Karin shouted, not looking directly anywhere, like seeing a ghost that she so often had the pleasure to meet.

'' I get that you're angry, but try to understand, your father and your brother are really independent and protective people. They believed that the right way of protecting you two was to stay silent about their pasts. Your idea of protecting is different, isn't it?'' Urahara looked at the girl from the distance, knowing that there'd still be a few more emotional outbursts. Mostly rage, he figured.

''Yeah, in fact completely! Security is built on honesty and trust, which I feel like, hasn't been ever exposed under the Kurosaki roof.'' Karin's hands were shaking which she noticed right away and folded her arms in front of her chest so that Urahara wouldn't notice. She fixed her eyes on the boxes of chili candies, because she didn't want look at the shop's keepers pretentiously compassionate face.

'' You know, I always thought Mom would've been the normal one who us Kurosaki weirdos brought down unintentionally with our freakishness'' she paused to breathe in for a minute, then continued '' but turns out, her Qyincyness broke our family''

There was a wall of silence between them after this, Urahara didn't know what to say and Karin only just understood what she had said.

'' But I love her, based on what you told me''

'' You didn't know her, Karin-chan'' said a husky male voice that differed from the way this particular man usually spoke. The voice echoed from behind Karin, and as she turned around to face the figure she knew, she felt more empowered than ever.

'' Oh, hi dad, how was your trip to the shop, I wonder?'' Karin said sarcastically as her father approached her. She didn't move an inch as her father, looking more serious than ever and sweatier than ever too, approached her. His blue t-shirt was entirely soaked and his khaki-shorts reeked of ammonia. His hair was a mess, too, and his eyes tired.

'' Karin-chan, why didn't you just let me take care of the groceries?'' He asked gently, and smiled his sympathetic smile, still, even though Karin knew everything.

Karin looked at her father with the mixture of two emotions reflecting from her face. Anger and relief.

'' Dad'' she said quietly, looking him straight in the eye, finally sure she could make eye-contact, for she had no tears to spare anymore.

'' Dad, I know everything now'' she said and smiled honestly.

Isshin looked at his little girl, baffled by the words that left her lips, but he didn't let it show. He said:

'' Oh you do now, do you?'' as if challenging her to tell him everything. Karin looked at her father suspiciously, when he let the following phrase out:

'' Well you might as well, I guess''

'' What?'' Karin said arching an eyebrow.

'' I said, you might as well. You're almost fifteen, I guess you're old enough to know'' Then he turned to his former colleague, saying:

'' My trusted friend, telling things to my daughter I should be telling , shame on you!'' He patted his shoulder and laughed lightly, which irritated the youngster.

'' Dad, piss off'' Karin said and turned to her father, enraged.

'' What is it Karin-chan?'' He said worryingly, a little bit disappointed in the way she spoke to her father.

'' Oh, fuck you dad! Now that I finally do understand it's because of Kisuke! You would've never been this honest with me in a million years! You and Ichigo with all your secrets and lies were killing me! Your fucking ''father and son shinigamis for life''- conspiracy left me and Yuzu out! How in the hell are we supposed to be a family if we can't share the things with each other that truly define us, huh?'' she yelled, having just enough strength in her to keep her tears of desperation inside.

'' I was always going to tell you. I was just waiting for you to get strong enough to handle yourself. I just wanted to keep you and Yuzu safe, Karin-chan'' Isshin looked at his daughter who resembled him at his youth so much that it almost hurt.

'' Dad'' Karin looked at her father with teary eyes now. She hadn't cried in front of her father in years, not since her mom had died. It was so overwhelming, that she even fell to her knees.

'' Dad, you and Ichigo kept things from me. Big things. You two kept a whole fucking war from me, now tell me, how is that even possible? I know dad, I know that you were trying to protect me but... ''

'' But?'' Isshin said feeling as though he was finally on the same page with her daughter.

'' But I don't know if I can ever forgive you''


AUTHOR's NOTE:

This is my second fan-fic ever, so I bet it still needs a lot of polishing, but

hell, I'm lazy. I'm sorry if it has incorrect aspects to it but I'll try to live with them if

you want to point them out. I'll most probably make this a multi-chapter fic, but let us see.

Most likely no one will read this and I seem like a doofus, but I'll try to live with that too. PS.I don't own Bleach, but I bet Tite Kubo doesn't mind my horrible writing :)

PEACE!