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PokéBleach: The Parasol Chronicles

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A city was under siege. A giant creature was ravaging through the streets, all with a white skull demon helmet and...why was there a hole through its body? The rampage of the creature raised havoc, destroying vendor stores and creating potholes for foot traffickers. "Souls...!" it growled with a haunting tone. The chaotic wake did not appear to have an end...until three brave youngsters in black feudal garbs stepped up. One was a spiky orangery blond hair male with...that's a huge sword! Another was a raven-haired female, a foot and a half shorter than the male, and a smaller sword in her hands. The last was a blood redhead male, hair in a porcupine-like ponytail, with a sword of unusual proportions. There appeared to be four spikes that were protruding from scales on the sword.

"Someone tell me that this Hollow just has a problem with human formality," the redhead sighed. That creature was a Hollow? The raven and blond warriors braced for the impact of the Hollow.

"Get ready, Ichigo," the raven warned the blond. The Hollow charged at the three like a bull bulldozing toward a matador. Ichigo and the raven rushed at the Hollow. It rose an arm, wanting to swipe the blacks.

"Rukia, back off!" Ichigo shouted. No avail. Rukia was decked with the arm swipe. She hit the street with a horrendous thud. She was out. "Great. Renji, cover me." Ichigo sprinted forward, reaching Rukia in mere record time. The Hollow tried to hammer a fist into Rukia, but Ichigo snagged her downed body, rolling away from the strike. Renji rallied inward, his fang-like sword cocked.

"Howl!" he roared. He swung his sword...which stretched far. And to think that Ichigo's sword was impressive with its size. The extension pierced through the hole in the Hollow, which screamed in such agony. The blade twisted, locking in place with the sword sticking in and out of both sides. Recovered, Rukia and Ichigo raced in, ready to finish the job. Rukia leaped up, slashing the Hollow's face. More screams protrude from the fiendish creature. Ichigo jumped at the Hollow, giving it a slash of its own, upward through the head. The mask was split. Before long, the Hollow mattered up. It disintegrated to nothing, not even the mask was available. Renji's sword retracted, as Ichigo and Rukia returned to their helpful comrade. "Well, aren't you glad you had me assist?" Cocky, wasn't he?

"Don't get too ahead of yourself. You were just in the neighborhood and got involved." Renji did not seem to enjoy the retort that Ichigo brought forth. "Still, thanks. We couldn't have beaten that Hollow without backup."

"About time you saw things my way." Rukia glared down a street where a rather small shack resided. Why would she stare down there?

'That's the tenth encounter where the Hollows targeted Uruhara Shop, this week,' she pondered in thought.. 'What's over there that are luring these spawns to the shack?' Ten times in a week. Some trend. No way that this was coincidental. That evening, Ichigo and Rukia had broken away from Renji, and headed home, this time, in street clothes: shirt and jeans. They didn't bother to check the shop, reasons unknown. They got inside a rather large house, where there were a pair of girls hanging out. Both didn't look like teens, but close. One was a girl who had the same raven black hair as Rukia. She wore a black basketball jersey over a white t-shirt, and shorts. She was laying on a couch in the living room, reading a comic of some sort. The other was a dark blond-haired, who was fixing dinner in the kitchen. She wore a pink spring dress, the whole shirt/skirt combo. She heard the footsteps of the combatants, and ran to see them.

"Welcome home, Ichigo," she beamed. "How are you and Rukia doing?" Both named turned to the youngster, not in too much of a mood to get excited. They had fought a tough Hollow.

"We're both exhausted, Yuzu," Ichigo groaned. "You and Karin behaving?" Karin looked over the couch, her face full of boredom.

"We're not the ones causing mischief, brother," she snorted. "You of all people should know that. Besides, Dad's out doing whatever the hell he wants." Dad's out. What about the mother of the three? Where was she? Ichigo glared at the rather nonspiritual female who was truthful. He switched back to Yuzu, request on hand.

"Yuzu, can you bring dinner to my room, please? I wanted to chat with Rukia about a few things." It had to be about the Hollow attacks that have targeted this shop in question.

"It'll be ready in a few minutes," she smiled.

"Thanks, Yuzu," Rukia greeted the response before joining Ichigo up to his bedroom. Watching the two going into his room, Karin got suspicious. What could arouse this rather stubborn girl? Quietly, she got to her brother's door, placing an ear toward the wooden frame.

"What do you mean in this past week?" Ichigo shrilled. See, it wasn't intercourse. It was a review.

"All of the Hollows have been after Uruhara Shop. It has been a fortunate streak that not only have we had help like Kenpachi yesterday, Renji today, or even Chad from the start, but we've eradicated all that have opposed us, especially that one who you sent to Hell, a few days back." Those two and their friends were definitely busy during the week. "I've tried getting word from the Soul Society about the matter. So far, no word on reasons." Karin grew more interested with the news about this unique shop. So did Ichigo.

"Well, what about the shop? Did Uruhara order something that was taboo?" Karin's curiosity about the shop heightened with every word that was spoken.

"He hasn't confirmed details. As far as we know, there might be a Whole who's been loitering around in bewilderment, but since it's him..."

"Right. I keep forgetting sometimes that he's a Soul Reaper, too." Soul Reaper? This stoked Karin even more.

'I knew it,' she realized. 'Those two have been working together to get rid of those mad specters, I've been able to see. Maybe I can help their investigation by going to this shop, before the next Hollow shows up.' She scurried into her room, next door in the hallway. She hoped to get a head start on the chance to stop the Hollow attacks before another one would attempt to ruin the party. The next morning, Karin was up and about. She exited the house and proceeded to the downtown district. She scouted the vicinities, trying diligently to locate the shop under fire. For a solid hour, she studied the potholes, a testament of the battles with the Hollows. That's when she jerked her head to the shack. 'Is that Uruhara Shop?' She strolled closer and closer to the shack. As she arrived at the street, across from the shack, she spotted someone coming, taking action to hide. It was Renji, who was in street clothes. He was getting to the shop with a cellphone in hand. Was Uruhara Shop a cellphone store? The sliding doors opened, where a rather dusty man in a pale green robe and a green/white-striped shagged top hat. Who could that be?

"Renji, do you know what time it is?" he grubbed while paper fanning himself. Renji wasn't too worried about the early morning visit.

"I just got done talking with Rukia and wanted to see what you might have that are guiding the Hollows here," he explained. The man sighed, still sleepy. He didn't have any energy to argue.

"You know, you're the eighth person who's inspected what I have in here. Why do you guys think I have Hollow bait?" Hollow bait...good one. The man allowed Renji inside. To Karin, her door of opportunity was opened as well. She raced into the shack. There was no light, nor Renji. She was alone. She began her snooping, hoping to find the item in question. Before she could start, a tap on her shoulder caused her to jump. She turned to where that tap poked her. Yuzu?

"Yuzu?" she shrieked quietly. "What are you doing here?" Yuzu's face was of soulful concern.

"Well, someone has to keep an eye on you, sister," she provided. "Besides, I'm the one who should be asking that question." Karin didn't feel too comfortable with extra luggage by her side.

"I thought I could help Ichigo with the specters that try to get here. I doubt you could be helpful, since your spiritual senses aren't as strong as mine, or even Ichigo's." Ouch! Karin moved on. Regardless of what her sister pointed out, Yuzu had to assist. For a minute, they surveyed the aisles, when Yuzu spotted something: a paper-made parasol. As she studied this rain-guard, she saw a sticker that was striped yellow and black on the wooden handle. This appeared to be something that had warning signs for reasons detrimental to what's been happening during the week.

"Karin, over here." Karin heard Yuzu's call, getting to her side and the parasol, which she picked up.

"Good eye, Yuzu. Guess you can be helpful at times. Though, why is there a 'Caution' sticker on the handle?" Good question. Yuzu had a hypothesis with using the parasol.

"Perhaps, if we get rid of this, those specters will stop coming here." It was a thought, though too bizarre to comprehend. Karin had doubts about how a simple parasol could be a lure for the Hollows.

"How can something like this bring the specters here?" They say that opening an umbrella, or parasol, inside would be bad luck. With a caution sticker... Karin opened the parasol. Not a good idea. A whirlwind began to tornado itself around the sisters. Struck with fear of being blown away, Yuzu grasped the parasol. There was a 'caution' sticker on the parasol. Items in the store were being blown toward walls, some shattering on impact. Both girls were in big trouble as they vanished in a veil of thin air, along with the parasol. The store was like a war zone. Merchandise scattered, shelves bared from the winds...messy, messy, messy. Renji heard the sisters' screams for help, got to the store lobby. Boy, to him, it was like a tornado blew through there. He didn't know that an actual tornado had shown up.

"Whoa, and I thought Ichigo was destructive," he awed. "Did Ikkaku come to visit?" No. So, what happened to Karin and Yuzu? They were back outside...unconscious. Did the power that came from the parasol provide such force to render the sisters immobile? And where was the parasol? A shadow emerged, covering the girls from sunlight. Then, a green, fingerless gloved hand popped out, putting its fingers on Karin's neck. Did he feel something? Were the sisters okay?

TO BE CONTINUED...