Disclaimer: YYH and Bleach don't belong to me. Which really sucks cause otherwise Yu Yu Hakusho woulda had more seasons.

Chapter 1: The Duel

'You have got to be kidding me' Yusuke thought. 'The way Koenma went on about this guy you'da thought that he was this serious guy who knew everything. Instead he's...this.

The former shinigami stood in front of his shop in an old samurai-ish top with billowing pants and a green robe thing over it. His green and white bucket hat was pulled low over his face, and he held a fan and a cane. The fan was spread in front of his face hiding his features.

"You're Urahara Kisuke?" Yusuke asked dully.

'Yusuke I need you to go to Karakura town and help Urahara Kisuke. Don't worry about finding him, he'll find you. Even if he didn't you'd be able to find him. He stands out in a crowd. There was no way this was anyone but Urahara. Feh, stupid toddler.

"Yes, yes. I'm so glad you were able to help," Urahara said.

"Come, come." He snapped his fan shut and walked into his shop, clogs clattering, talking about some subject. His voice was light and he didn't seem to be talking about anything important. Something about going through a gate. Yusuke suppressed an annoyed growl, and pulled his bag more securely over one shoulder before following Urahara into the shop.

"Koenma said you needed my help?" What Koenma actually said was that if he went he'd be able to fight a lot of people. When that didn't work Koenma threatened to take away his pension. When Yusuke said that it was barely anything anyway, and he always had Raizin's money, Koenma said that he'd raise his pension. Yusuke finally agreed.

"He also said that you'd give me a good fight." He actually hadn't but Yusuke hadn't been in a good scrap in weeks and was getting antsy. Besides what they didn't know, wouldn't hurt them.

"Ah, so it's a fight you want?" he said, poking him with his fan before hiding his face with it again. "I would love to fight you but all of a sudden my wrist hurts so I wouldn't give you a good fight anyway."

Yusuke suppressed another growl. "There was no need to make excuses if he didn't want to fight. Besides, Kurosaki needs to regain his shinigami powers and he still has five hours left. When he finally unlocks his shikai, I'm sure he will do whatever he thinks he needs to do to gain strength against Seiretai."

He looked at the half demon with one eye and a smile, "Unless you wish to gain a Zanpakuto of your own?"

Yusuke stared at him, "I've never had any need for a weapon besides my own fists and strength. I don't think I'll need one now. Is there anyone else who can fight. I need to know what kind of people I'll be up against."

Yusuke was all business now. There was something to fight, and he needed to know what they could do.

"Yes, yes. As I said before, my wrist hurts and I am unable to fight, but I am sure Yoruichi would be happy to show you what a shinigami could do." They had gone through the front by now and Urahara began walking down a flight of stairs to a sun filled room.

"Where is he?" Yusuke asked.

"He isn't here right now, but I'm sure he'll be back after Kurosaki is done regaining his powers," Urahara said.

"That doesn't answer my question."

"No it doesn't." Urahara smiled. "Make no mistake Urameshi. I'm glad that you have come to help, but as of now, your responsibility is to give Kurosaki some real fighting experience against an opponent of real power. That means that you have no need to know what my friends are doing as it has no impact on Kurosaki's training. After you and he are ready to enter Soul Society you will help him and his friends rescue a woman named Kuchiki Rukia."

"And if I refuse to help?" Yusuke asked.

"Then he and his friends will most likely be killed by the captains and lieutenants, even with Yoruichi's help," Urahara wasn't going to lie to him.

"They all have the strength to defeat most of the seated officers but they will have to overcome the strongest in Soul Society to reach the Soukyoku, which is used to execute prisoners. They will need your experience and power if they're going to make it to the Soukyoku and rescue Rukia without being killed."

"Don't worry about me not going," Yusuke said, "but I want to know exactly what I'm getting into. You want me to help Kurosaki. But according to you, all of Kurosaki's friends are going to be going with him."

Yusuke smiled before saying, "I'm training them too."

"That isn't needed Urameshi," Urahara said, "I already have someone training them."

"That may be true, but I can only test Kurosaki. Push his limits. I can't actually train him."

Urahara started to protest saying that of course he could train Kurosaki before Yusuke interrupted him. "I can't swing a sword to save my life. I can't teach him strategy, or how to use his strengths against an untested opponent. Don't get me wrong, I can still help. I can test his power, how to match reishi against reishi. I can teach him to fight if he ever loses his sword. I can test his speed. And I can take apart his weaknesses until he doesn't have a chance no matter what he can do,.

Yusuke looked at Urahara seriously. "Kurosaki may need help, but I can only show him how to use raw strength and what he's doing wrong when he fights. I really won't take long. I'd say he could probably last five hours before he'd be down."

"I think you're underestimating him," Urahara said with a smile. "But I see your point. I'll have them brought to the shop."

"Now…about my fight," Yusuke said with a sly smile.

Urahara smirked for a second before replacing it with a care-free smile. "As I said, Urameshi, I injured my wrist and am unable to fight with you."

Yusuke squinted at him before grumbling, "What I wouldn't give to have Hiei here. He's always in the mood for a good fight."

Urahara threw his head back and laughed. And laughed. And laughed. He laughed so much that his legs gave out and he started rolling on the floor, legs jerking as Urahara tried and failed to control himself. After a few moments Urahara jumped up, fan out, chuckling.

"My apologies, Urameshi-san. I just never met anyone who was so eager to fight, " Urahara said laughter on the edge of his voice.

Yusuke glared at him before walking the rest of the way down the stairs. Urahara followed him chuckling.

"I always wanted to know what a Reikei Tantei could do. I think I could manage one attack."

Yusuke smiled, "Not exactly what I had in mind but it'll have to do," He drove a fist into his hand. "Let's go."

They walked into Urahara's basement and up to the large hole in one side of the room. Standing around it were two little kids, who looked to be about 10 or 12 years old.

"Who are the brats?" Yusuke asked.

"Who are you calling a brat!" The red haired one yelled.

"You, brat."

The red haired kid was about to attack Yusuke when the girl grabbed the back of his shirt. "Ano, Jinta, there's no reason to attack him," She said quietly.

Jinta balled up a fist and hit her in the head, "Shut up Ururu! Nobody asked you!"

"Hey! When a girl doesn't do anything to you, you don't attack her! GOT IT!" Yusuke had picked the kid up by the back of his shirt and was now yelling into his face. Jinta had his eyes closed and his arms covering his head.

"There's no need to spit in my face," he grumbled.

"Spit in your face, huh," he yelled back. "Brat you're lucky you're like five years old cause if you were any older then you'd be dead meat."

"I'm not five! I'm twelve! Do I look like a five year old!" Jinta yelled back, face red.

"You look like a little brat!"

Urahara just looked at Yusuke and said, "These are Jinta and Ururu. They help out around the shop. And Jinta what have I told you about hitting Ururu."

"Don't do it."

"That's right. This is Urameshi Yusuke. He'll be helping Kurosaki and his friends invade Soul Society. Now, go back to watching Kurosaki."

"Fine. Come on Ururu."

"It was nice to meet you Urameshi-san," the girl mumbled before following Jinta back to the hole.

"Those are some weird kids," Yusuke said softly.

"Yes, but Jinta does care about Ururu."

"I'll believe that when I see it."

"Well, if you still want your fight then you should follow me. We don't want want to disturb Kurosaki. He needs his focus right now."

"What's he doing anyway?" Yusuke asked, following Urahara. "All I could sense was a slightly stronger that normal human. A little stronger but nothing special. Something he could've picked up from hanging around apparitions or demons actually."

"This is true. Right now," Urahara said. "When Kurosaki was a shinigami he actually had the power of around a tenth seat. When he was injured by Kuchiki Byakuya, most of his powers were sealed. So when he hopefully regains that power in four hours and forty five minutes, he will have all the power that he had before his injury."

"He's lucky. He wouldn't stand a chance against an E-class demon right now, let along your average shinigami."

"True."

They walked a while in silence. When they were far enough away from Jinta and Ururu, and the hole Kurosaki was in, they set the rules for their fight.

"It's not a fight," Yusuke said annoyed. "It's more of a duel than a fight."

Urahara ignored him. Each of them would have one chance to attack the other. Whoever did more damage win.

Urahara went first, "Awake, Benihime." His sword shifted. To grew longer and wider for one thing. The handle was grew and curved at the end and there was a ribbon hanging off of it. He held up his sword and began gathering his power. The air grew heavy and Jinta and Ururu looked over at the two figures.

"Why would The Owner draw his sword to fight this guy?" Jinta asked. "There's no reason to if he's gonna help. And if Owner asked for help then he's gotta be strong. Sides I doubt he could beat Owner anyway"

"Maybe he wants to see what he can do," Ururu said softly.

"Yeah." There was a pause. "I'm goin over there," and with that he jumped up and ran over to the two.

"Jinta," Ururu said. "They said… aw," and she followed him.

Tessai looked up at the sky from the hole where Kurosaki was meditating.

'Kisuke…I hope you know what you're doing. That man is dangerous.'

Urahara glowed to Yusuke's eyes and he's power was huge. 'Nowhere near mine now though. If this was three years ago he probably would've stood a chance. But not when I've had three years of training in Makai.'

Urahara swung his sword, stepping forward and unleashed his power. A red wave flew forward toward Yusuke who stood there waiting for it to reach him. Right before it connected, Urahrara thought he saw something blue flash but he had to shield his eyes at the flash from the attack. When the light and dust died down Urahara stared at Yusuke. He was surrounded by a blue aura which completely protected him from the attack.

"Stronger than I expected, but still beatable. If I tried to block that attack three years ago, I probably would've been seriously injured." As far as he could tell, Yusuke was completely unharmed. That blue aura was able to shield him.

While preparing for Yusuke's attack he thought, 'An aura is the visible manifestation of a person's power. There's no way for it to block any kind of attack. I wonder how he did it.

While he was thinking, the aura had slowly moved from around his body to gather at his hand. It was pointed at him in the shape of a finger gun. A shining, ball of energy gathered at the tip of his finger. "Reigan."

The beam was huge. Bigger than your average person. Bigger than Chad. If he had to put a size to it, it was probably as big as a small van. A coming fast. "Call out, Benihime."

It hit. And it hurt.

A/N: Two thousand words. Not as big as I wanted but it is where I wanted to end. Not exactly what the last chapter said would happen but it kinda is. Yusuke beats down Urahara. But I did set up the next chapter. If anyone has a site with the words from the episodes and stuff, please tell me cause that'd be awesome.

Next time: Orihime? Chad? What are you doing here? Why are you training with that guy? Haha, you guys look ridiculous. What do you mean I'm gonna do the same thing? My life is about to get a whole lot worse isn't it. Sigh.