"So how long have you know Hat-and-Clogs?" Ichigo asked, it was like playing 20 questions, with 1 million.

"A while I suppose." I mumbled, shooting the man a dirty glare. What was he playing at?

"I saved her life!" Said man quipped up, Ichigo's brows shot straight to his hairline.

"What do you mean you saved her life?"

"Yeah, what do you mean? If I recall clearly, I was doing perfectly fine on my own until you showed up, Urahara." Okay, that was a lie.

The bastard ignored me and answered Ichigo instead, bastard.

"My poor little Yoko-chan was about to be eaten up by a Hollow! So I stepped in and saved her!" Ichigo looked to me for conformation.

"I was fine," I insisted quietly, "My kung-fu would have totally worked."

"Kung...fu...?" Really this boy was slow.

"Yeah, ya know, kind of like what Tatsuki does? I practice with her every now and again..." Clearly Ichigo was having a hard time believing I would have been okay.

"I don't think "kung-fu" would have saved you, Yoko-san." When he frowned his eyebrows almost touched, maybe he shaved a uni-brow.

"You weren't there, it was totally under my control." I insisted again, leaving no room for discussion.

Ichigo huffed and turned his head towards Urahara, scowling. The side view was increasingly better, I didn't have to imagine the uni-brow now. I squirmed a bit in my seat and turned to look at Rukia who seemed pretty quiet. It was a little unnerving, from what I had remembered about the girl, she was loud and happy. Now she was stotic and silent. She didn't seem to be a happy camper.

"You're getting more people involved and in trouble, Urahara-dono." Rukia spoke suddenly.

To say I wasn't a little surprised would have been a lie. What was Urahara playing at? I didn't want to be part of anything dangerous. Stupid Urahara. Okay, maybe I'll take that back, Rukia hadn't said "dangerous" just "in trouble" but really, weren't those two words married? Especially if Shinigami were involved? Urahara obviously had less respect for my will to live than I had previously thought.

"Oh? Rukia? Care to explain?" If looks could kill I'm sure Urahara would have died, Rukia had one mean glare.

"Why are we involving Yoko-san? What has she got to do with any of this? Are you trying to get her killed?" I decided I should speak up.

"Um, if you both wouldn't mind explaining this all to me? I sitting here in the dark about my own life. Not that I can't take care of myself and all, but it's still nice to know..." Why did everyone look like that.

I could totally take care of myself! I might not have a cool sword like Ichigo! Or this "kido" magic Tessai-san had! But I had me, myself and kung-fu! I would totally be fine. They would see... Someday.

"Yeah, I would kind of like to know as well." Ichigo spoke up.

Count on Urahara to listen to him.

"Don't you feel it?" He asked, staring at Rukia.

The girl frowned for a minute, then just like Ichigo before her, her eyebrows shot up. She looked at me, I looked at her, she continued to look at me and it made me feel nervous. Didn't they have the "Don't stare" rule in her world? I felt self conscious when Ichigo joined in, though he clearly had absolutely no clue what was going on. I decided I would ask Ichigo if he wanted to join the "they-tell-me-nothing" club... Later.

"Is there something on my face?" I asked finally, I was trying to break the creepy mood.

"Ne, my little Yoko-chan! There is nothing on your face! You're perfect as always!" I decided ignoring him would be my best choice of action.

"Her reiatsu is incredible."

Okay, my what? Was that some kind of fancy term for soul? I mean, I knew I was awesome and pretty cool too but "incredible"? I think Rukia was giving me a little too much credit. I was almost tempted to raise my hand to ask my question, since Urahara kept ignoring me (for the important stuff anyway) then figured he'd probably ignore that too.

"What do you mean? I don't feel anything." Thanks Ichigo, I feel like a ray of sun shine right now.

"Um, what's reiatatsu?" I think I pronounced that wrong because Urahara chuckled, Phantom Fan fluttering before his face.

"It's rei-a-tsu, Yoko-chan. It's the spiritual energy one posses." Okay, that seemed simple enough.

I had power, lots of it from what Rukia said, but I had known that. Ya know, with my kung-fu skills? I really needed to stop kidding myself. Stupid surprises. This is why I didn't like them. They made me feel all awkward and it was weird, having other people know something about you that you never did. Down right creepy. I felt like Urahara was my stalker and I was gaining a new one.

"That's cool..." I muttered finally.

I really should work on new lines. Maybe I could higher a writer? Someone creative and witty, and they had too look cool too. And I would have them follow me around. When ever I was in need of a good line I'd look over at them and telepathically they would give me one and it'd be good. So good that I would probably loose the job of telling my own life story and this would end up as a biography. Alright, so no fancy authors.

One problem out of the way, now to face the next. What did all of this mean? Not what was anything but how was it going to affect me? Did I have a say in my life anymore? From the way the two were looking at me I didn't really think so. What little scheme was Urahara cooking up under that Green Eggs and Ham hat of his?

"I understand, I guess, a bit of what you're saying but how does this really apply to me? I'm no Shinigami, just a kung-fu artist." Alright, so I wasn't but they had to give me something right?

"So what if she has a powerful reiatsu!" And here I thought I was turning out to be pretty cool (well cooler), "She's right! She's not a Shinigami, what can she even do?"

I think Ichigo lacked belief in all of my abilities. I'd have to fix that some how. Not tonight, but in the near future.

"She could be like Orihime or Sado, if given the chance."

Woah, woah, woah. Hold the boat. Orihime had some kind of special power? I mean Chad? Sure! He was a massive guy. I always figured he was special in some kind of freaky way but Orihime? My friend, Orihime? The ditzy girl? I loved her to death but this sure was the biggest surprise of tonight for me. It was like saying she could cook delicious food. It just wasn't plausible.

"Am I on 'Punk'd'?" That would be pretty cool, but I was highly doubting it.

"No one is trying to fool you, Yoko-chan." I'm sure I could see a little bit of Ashton Kutcher in Urahara.


"Well it was good seeing you all! Really! But I'm beat!" I yawned for effect (that Oscar I'm telling you) and shoved the three out my door.

My shoulders slumped forward and I allowed my back to hit the door. This sure was a night I wasn't going to forget anytime soon. It almost felt like a dream, a long, drawn out, over the top, extended for ever, dream. But a dream none the less. I pinched myself and it hurt. Okay so it wasn't a dream. I really had a lot to think about. This could change my entire life, this one single night.

I made my way to bed but it just didn't seem very comfortable. I submitted myself to my thoughts on what everyone had to say (or didn't say in Ichigo's case, his lack of words seemed pretty powerful). Urahara had told me he wanted to train me (which in all ways possible to look at seemed less perverted than I had imagined that saying would) to use the reiatsu I had. He had rambled on for a bit and I didn't pay attention much but the gist of it was I would become a Super Hero. Like Batman. Who didn't want to be like Batman? Except for maybe the Joker... And lots of other Super Hero's and Villians... This wasn't the point.

I would get some kick ass kung-fu skills (which excited me to no end) and become part of the Fantastic Four which would be changed to Yuudai, Yoko and the Fantastic Four after they saw how good I was. I would also be able to defend myself against Hollows and that idea thrilled me even more. I would see less of Urahara on a weekly basis (after, of course, the training) and be content to live out my life, waiting for the Bat-Signal to shine in the night sky.

Rukia's words were a little less bright though. She agreed with her "Urahara-dono's" idea that training me to defend myself would be a good idea, but that my days as Batman should never be realized. Instead she wanted me to become a recluse and live in a dirty, old house with millions of cats to keep me company. It was an endearing thought that she wanted me safe but I was in no way, shape, or form going to become like Mary Jane. That just would not do in my books. Not when Batman was so close to reach.

Batman and I had a lot in common too. We had both lost our parents at a young age, both were geniuses, both had a British Butler (I didn't really but if I could have one I would) and both had secret identities (at least I would if I agreed). Very similar indeed...

Continuing on, Ichigo seemed the least supportive of the two. His narrow-minded self just didn't want me taking all of the glory. I knew that, he knew that, everyone knew that. He was being selfish. Didn't anyone teach him to share when he was little? I knew how to share. Just like I had shared that Hollow with Urahara the first time... And every other time that followed... I wasn't one for stealing others lime light.

I sighed and rolled over, tucking one pillow into the crook of my arm and another under my head. I figured I might as well try and get a little bit of sleep. Had to keep up my appearances as a Super Hero.