Tamix- Wow. just when I thought I wouldn't start another story due to idea issues, this one popped up in my head....apparantly my plot bunnies are back from their vacation. And I got myself a beta so no bad grammer for me! This story has been beta'd by my new beta TealEyedBeing. She's a good authoress so I suggest you go read her stories. ^^

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Kisuke Urahara leaned back and yawned widely. His store had been utterly empty today. Not that it was unusual, but he normally had at least one customer. He sighed, and had just decided to haul his lazy ass up and close shop when a woman threw the door open, almost hitting the blond storekeeper.

"Oh I'm sorry! A-are you still open?" The woman asked hesitantly. Kisuke, recovering from nearly being hit in the face, merely nodded.

"C-can I speak to the manager then?"

"You would be speaking to him now," Kisuke said. The woman's face lit up and she took his hands imploringly.

"Could you help me? Please, I heard you have the power to heal people who are nearly dead!"

Kisuke frowned, wondering how that had gotten out. He shoved the thought to the back of his mind, vowing to slowly torture whoever had said anything, and turned his usual smile on the woman.

"Ma'am, I'd love to help you but you'd have to show me what I'm dealing with. I'm not God after all."

"Oh…well come with me." She led him to a run-down looking car, and opened the back door. A teenage boy with vibrant orange hair lay on the back seat. Kisuke estimated he was around 17 or 18.

He also had a huge gash in his stomach, which was bleeding freely, though the woman had obviously tried to staunch it.

"How'd this happen?" Kisuke asked, serious for once as he gently lifted the unconscious teenager from the back seat. He seemed to weigh nothing and was breathing unsteadily.

"H-he got attacked," The woman said through her tears. "This huge dog across the street did it. We keep telling the owners they have to control it, but they never do anything!"

"Okay ma'am, calm down. Can you give me your name and a phone number please? And his name while you're at it?"

"S-sure. His name is Ichigo. My name's Masaki Kurosaki." Masaki rooted in her purse before pulling out a scrap of paper. "Do you have a pen by any chance?"

"Sure, one minute." Kisuke laid the boy, Ichigo, down on the couch carefully, and then rooted around behind the counter for a bit before extracting a pen and handing it to her. She wrote a number on it, and handed it to him.

"This is my cell phone number. My husband, his step-father, doesn't know about this, and I'm sure he wouldn't appreciate being called now." She paused, looking saddened. "Ichigo and his step-father have really never gotten along. I don't think he'd evencare if Ichigo died."

Kisuke nodded, taking all this in silently.

"Alright, I'll do my best. Just remember I can't do everything," He warned.

"Oh thank you!" Masaki said gratefully. "I feel better even hearing you say you'd try!"

"I'll call you when he's stable then?"

"Yes, thank you so much!" With that, Masaki trotted out the door, looking infinitely happier than she had when she had come in. Kisuke sighed as he watched the door swing shut, wondering why he got himself into these things. He let out another long sigh and turned to the unconscious teen on the couch.

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There ya go! And reviews make me write more, and I promise to think of a plot for my Naruto story.....at some point..... Ciao!