I do not own Bleach. Series spoilers, including Turn Back the Pendulum. Possible character death, naughty language, and gross blood stuff. This can be read from beginning to end or end to beginning. You decide. Feedback is always appreciated.

are you watching carefully?

The kid's not very fast. You should know that better than anyone. Isshin's jaw is clenched, even as he speaks.

Urahara tips his hat, watching Yoruichi pihourette around Ichimaru Gin.

They separate then, Isshin and Urahara. Isshin moves to the left, taking on Tosen while Urahara takes long strides toward Aizen and a quickly deteriorating Hirako.

Then we'll both stick to what we do best.

. . . the answer is before your eyes,

Yoruichi pounces on Aizen. He calls her bluff and slices her nearly in half-

She always did have impeccable timing.

Urahara brings Benihime to his lips.

Bankai.

there is no point in cogitating over the logic of a trick

She's never complained in her life. Yoruichi's balled in Urahara's arms, her black fur matted with blood. She flashes a fang and draws blood from Urahara's forearm, finding release in lashing out. His eyes are shut to everything else.

I told you, she chokes, you and I would not die peaceful deaths.

He chuckles.

Oh, my dear Yoruichi-san. Cheer up. I still haven't sung my swan-song.

so it's not difficult to ascertain why

They both expect a certain metronome. Even after Aizen finishes with Yoruichi, he has enough time to quietly and gracefully impale Hiyori.

There's a difference, though.

Urahara's never let on that he's actually quite the creative genius. Aizen might think he dominates over Urahara in tactical warfare.

Long time, no see. . .

Aizen smiles.

-but then those seeking power often neglect what they know best.

a scientist will dissect;

Tell me, Aizen peers around the edge of his crimson-painted blade. Are there such things as secrets with men like us?

Secrets? Urahara scratches Benihime's whetted tip to his scalp. Surely a simpleton such as myself could hardly live a life that includes secrets.

Aizen's disappointment is contained in one raised eyebrow.

If that were true, he states as he dips the blade into a forward thrust, then I would take no pleasure in taking your life.

The sword slides easily into Urahara, and he doubles over like chair. A spray of blood patters onto his face.

Not mine, of course.

Behind Aizen's perforated spirit body, Kurosaki Ichigo.

while a magician will forge shards into something whole

You're faster than we thought.

You son of a bitch, the boy sputters, trying to catch him in his fall.

What the fuck was that? What kind of cloak and dagger bankai was that, you senile old man?

Fooled you, didn't I?

Urahara's still smiling.