The time period between when the Visoreds were exiled into the Real World and when Kurosaki Isshin lived in Karakura Town overlaps so this fic expands on the possibility that these two groups may have met; but in their 'human' form, unaware of both parties' real identities...
Shinji sighed as he trudged along the paved road. There was still a long way to go to the clinic. Just a few decades ago, this distance would have been nothing using Shunpo. But being in the Real World meant living as a human and being exiled just mere decades ago meant that the Visoreds had to lie low.
Unconsciously, Shinji scratched his head, wincing sharply and immediately recoiling his hand away from the massive bruise on his head. The pain made him dimly aware of other dull aches radiating from other parts of his body. That damn Hiyori… How was he supposed to know that she was changing? Yes maybe he should have knocked first but… She could have put up a sign or something! Anyways it was not like that monkey had any assets to show. On hindsight though, he regretted voicing out that last thought which provoked Hiyori to charge towards him at blinding speed, murderously swatting him with her slippers.
Shinji groaned as he dragged his battered body to a clinic. Normally, Kidou would have been able to heal the wounds and bruises in mere seconds, however, the use of it was forbidden as it can alert any Shinigami in the area to their presence. Hachi was working on a barrier that could mask their reiatsu and cover the whole base but it was still far from perfect. As a result, such injuries sustained on the gigai would have to be treated externally by a doctor. Shinji could have just ignored the bruises and let them heal naturally, but the smirks and laughter from the other Visoreds were more than he could handle.
"The Kurosaki clinic eh? Never seen that one before." Shinji stopped in front of the clinic, contemplating whether he should enter. The original clinic that he was headed to was at least 10 minutes more away and he was sure that no matter how absent-minded the doctor there was, he would have some suspicions and doubts about Shinji 'falling down the staircase' almost every week. Ultimately, Shinji was simply too lazy and decided to enter the newly established clinic.
A bell tinkled as Shinji opened the door, signalling his arrival.
"Welcome!" A beautiful, blonde-haired woman immediately rushed in from an adjacent room and clumsily bowed.
"Oya, oya, what's ya name angel?" Shinji flashed his signature lady-killer smile, leaning on the reception desk, carefully tilting his head at an exact angle, showing off his most dashing appearance.
"Masaki, sir!" Masaki cheerfully answered.
Shinji grabbed her hands. "Well Masaki-san! You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen! Would ya be my first and last love-"
"HEYYYYYY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY WIFE?!" A thunderous voice interrupted their conversation and a man launched in with a flying kick, sending Shinji tumbling towards the wall.
"ISSHIN KUROSAKI! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING TO THE PATIENT?" Masaki shouted at her husband.
"Tch. All the beautiful women are all taken, huh?" Shinji grumbled as he picked himself up, dusting himself at the same time.
As Shinji tidied himself, all of a sudden, he heard the unmistakable sound of a brutal slap. Moments later, Isshin Kurosaki appeared by Shinji's side, rubbing his cheek, which sported a new bright red handprint. Sheepishly, he held out his hand, shamefully hanging his head and muttered out an apology.
"Erm, that kick just now, I am really sorry for that, I wasn't thinking and as an apology, our clinic would not charge you for today's fee"
Shinji grinned. Free things were always welcomed as earning money was a pain in the Living Realm.
"It's alright, such things happen eh? But imma take ya up on ta offer." Shinji gave a wide grin
Isshin led Shinji into the consultation room
"May I have your name?"
"Jishin Korahi, doc." Shinji replied smoothly. Although there was really no real need for him to give a fake name, Shinji simply enjoyed screwing around with others and besides, it made him more mysterious, fulfilling his role as an exiled Shinigami possessing strange powers.
"So, Jishin-san… I assume that the reason you are here…" Isshin gave Shinji a quick glance. "Are those bruises spanning your entire body."
"Yah, tripped over mah feet and landed on the bottom of the stairs." Shinji offhandedly commented.
"Right…" Isshin gave a questioning stare, clearly showing that he did not believe him. He then proceeded to examine Shinji, prodding at the bruises on his arms.
Shinji winced. "Ya could' ta be gentler."
"Well, if you were a beautiful woman, I would be!" Isshin shot back.
Shinji blinked in surprise, momentarily caught back. He then threw his head and laughed. "Yer don't hold back don't cha? Wonder how Masaki-chan became yer wife."
"Need any advice?" A wry smile appeared on Isshin's face.
"Just not in ta look departments, I'm sure my looks far surpass yer's." Shinji gave a crafty smile
"Looks like your 'looks' don't seem to appeal to others, seeing how you got beaten to a pulp by a girl?" Isshin commented in a mildly condescending, joking tone.
"… How ya know?"
"Those bruises have the faint outline of a slipper, a girl's slipper to be exact. And judging from the positioning of the bruises, it is too intentional for them to be simply caused by a fall. I'm a doctor you know." Isshin smugly explained. Although of course, it wasn't true that Isshin knew this from his limited experience as a doctor, but rather, his experience of being beaten by his vice-captain, Matsumoto, in the exact same way.
"Heh, ya got me." Shinji surrendered.
Their easy banter continued as Isshin applied some salve on the bruises before proceeding to Shinji's torso, where Isshin had landed his kick on. He felt a pang of guilt and a sense of trepidation as he lifted Shinji's shirt, only to be greeted by a small patch of discolouration on Shinji's stomach. Isshin stared in surprise; he had expected a bigger wound.
"Anythin' wrong, doc?"
"No, I… I just expected that it would be more serious, I'm quite strong y'know"
"When ya get beaten almost every day, ya develop a strong body ya know." Shinji gave a grin.
…
"Ya are an interestin' guy, if I had some time, I woul' have liked to know more about ya." Shinji held out his hand towards Isshin.
"I'm just an ordinary doctor of a humble clinic and you are welcome to come back anytime." Isshin smiled and shook Shinji's hand jovially.
Shinji replied with his trademark Cheshire smile and left the clinic.
After Shinji left the clinic, Isshin started recording his new patient's details on a card for future use.
"Heh that Urahara is rubbing off me huh?" Isshin muttered to himself. As he filled out 'Jishin Korahi's details, he found himself strangely enjoying the process, which was odd as Isshin hated paperwork ever since his captain days. No doubt it was an aftereffect of meeting a unique patient.
One thing bothered him though, even though it has been a few decades since Isshin have been a Shinigami, he was sure that his skills had not deteriorated much. When he saw Shinji holding Masaki's hands, he reacted unconsciously and did not hold back, putting his all into the kick. It was fleeting, but in that instantaneous moment, he caught a glimpse of Shinji's eyes flickering towards him and immediately taking a slight step back. When Isshin's foot made contact with Shinji's body, Shinji immediately pushed himself backwards, preventing Shinji from receiving the brunt of the kick, which was why he merely received a bruise from a kick that could have fractured several ribs. That sort of reaction was abnormal, and was only possible if one was highly proficient in the martial arts or… someone who has thoroughly honed his skill in Hakuda (hand-to-hand combat).
Isshin gave a snort and shook his head. What was he thinking? He is in the living world now and Shinigamis are a thing of the past as far as he was concerned in his current situation.
…
Shinji hummed as he made his way back. It was hard to find someone who clicked with him and was able to banter with him. It was indeed a pleasantly unexpected meeting
"I'm just an ordinary doctor of a humble clinic"
Somehow the parting words that Isshin Kurosaki left him with gave a feeling of unease and familiarity. Where had he heard those words before…?
"Hirako-san, I'm just an ordinary storekeeper of a humble shop now." Urahara Kisuke smiled, gesturing to the newly opened store behind him.
And it could have just been his imagination but, Shinji felt a tinge, just a tinge of reiatsu from Isshin when he was barrelling towards Shinji.
Shinji chuckled. Maybe he was just thinking too much. Being an exiled Shinigami obviously did not help in allaying his suspicions about the people he meets. However this time, Shinji shrugged off his suspicions and doubts; he had better things to do anyways.
If Shinji and Isshin had met, I feel that they would have a great time dicking around with each other
This is a little side project/story that I thought about when I was writing my other story. I'm thinking that this would span around 3-5 chapters? Ah and I can get easily distracted sometimes, so I may write other stories/ oneshots in the meantime between chapters so do please keep a lookout:)
Reviews are very much appreciated!:)