The Impossible Possible

Chapter Ten

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, it all belongs to Tite Kubo

Warning: May include mild language and violence

In a daze, I blinked up towards an unfamiliar man. Choppy blonde tufts of hair stuck out from underneath his stripped hat, and the unusual smirk stretching across his lips all pointed to one conclusion.

I had been abducted by a pedophile.

Casting another worried glance toward Kaien and my sister, I took a cautious step backward never once looking away from his green orbs. He continued grinning and held my gaze. Shivers surged downward, channeling fear throughout my limbs and freezing my blood. Who was this guy?

"It's rude to stare," he said in a playful voice, yet laced within the undertones wavered a note of gravity. "You should relax; you nearly died a while back."

Knees buckling, I reached out and lowered to the ground. The palm of my hand pressed into the wall beside me for support. Head bent it was difficult to not stare off into eternity; despite having just woken up fatigue still coursed heavily through my veins.

I whispered gently, "Who are you?"

"Huh?" He took a step closer. "Oh, my apologies; I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Kisuke Urahara and I own this candy store."

Of course he ran a sweet shop. It would lure in all the unsuspecting children.

"No." My statement puzzled him briefly and for a split second the smile slipped from his mouth, but it quickly returned.

"Sorry, what was that?"

"Who are you?" I stammered, this time with more force. "As in why did you save us? What do you want?"

He sniggered softly, holding a fan in front of his lower jaw. "Slow down, those are a lot of questions that I'm sure you're too tired to even think about."

"No! I won't let you touch any of us!"

Kisuke let out an amused snort. "It's a little late for that, fortunately for you and your friends."

At his response my body shook. "You're sick!"

"Excuse me?" Kisuke tilted his head to the side at an acute angle; he seemed genuinely confused.

"Get away…or I'll….I'll kill you!" The words tumbled off the tip of my tongue faster than I could even breathe; I held out a shaking fist as though I would simply punch the life out of him.

My comment ignited a spark of mirth and he laughed, before turning semi-serious and narrowing his eyes. "I think that would be a bad idea. Besides you can barely stand, you're no threat."

"You don't know me."

"I don't have to. It's rare for an ordinary human to survive a hollow attack and your energy is drained. An attempt on my life may only end in your death."

Gaping, I let out a whooshing sigh unable to fully comprehend what he had said. So was he not a threat to my innocence? Was it possible that Kisuke was like Kaien?

"But…"

"You should rest, there's an extra cot in the corner. Why don't you make yourself at home?"

"Well…" The makeshift bed was jammed into the corner, shaded and out of the sun's rays. It was rather tempting. "Maybe I'll just rest my…ah…eyes for a brief period; but what about my parents?"

"You leave them to me." Kisuke flashed yet another grin and slightly tipped his hat forward. "I'm an old acquaintance of theirs."

"Okay." I could hardly find the energy to disagree. Sleep sounded all too delicious to simply pass up in worry. If he said he could handle it I think I could trust him.

Possibly.

Sora and Kaien weren't dead yet.

Key word: yet.

It was highly illogical and was against every moral fiber of my physical being (oh how clearly dad's enraged face clearly flashes within my mind). I flounced over to the corner and fell, face-first into the decadence of firm bedding and tattered sheets.

-BBB-

Poke.

Poke.

Poke. Poke. Poke.

Bolting upright, I slapped at the intruding hand letting out a deep snarl. "Go away dad it's Saturday!"

But it wasn't dad. It was Sora.

She knitted her brow together casting a look of death upon my frightened features. "It's me you idiot."

"Right, totally my bad," I squeaked, hands held up in defense. In the past twenty-four hours I had tempted death many times, it was a miracle I was still alive. Sora is tired, her eyes twitched in pain. Physical misery is the only time she's merciful. Scrambling upward, I squint. "You okay?"

"Do I look okay?" she snarled, baring teeth.

I lurched back against the wall. "No?"

She arched a brow. "So I'm ugly, that's it?"

Throwing the covers above my head I cry, "No! You're beautiful, absolutely beautiful with the big boobs and everything! You're the whole package and then some!"

"What are you doing looking at my boobs you pervert!"

"Shut-up," Kaien moaned. Sora and I froze.

Tossing off the sheets I leaped to my feet, a goofy smiling curving my lips. Fighting back the bursts of color that swam before my eyes, I padded over to where the wincing boy lay. "Kaien!"

"Has anybody ever told you what an obviously squeaky voice you have?" He mumbled into his pillow.

"Yes. Sora on multiple occasions, especially on Christmas mornings." I'm rambling now. But I can't help it. Kaien AND Sora are both A okay. We've cheated Death and Death is actually fine with it. For now at least. Unless on our way home we get into some horrible, freak accident like I saw on that movie Sora has stashed in her room.

Oh beans.

No more dared diggings in her room.

"Okay lazy ass," Sora spat. She lifted her foot and kicked lightly at Kaien's shoulder. He grunted, swatting her away.

"Careful moron!"

"Get up, sleep when you're dead."

"Ah Sora," I can't help but to point out. "Only a few hours ago he was basically dead. Give him a minute."

"Excuse me?"

I swallowed, looking away. An idea struck me. "Hey Kaien, where are we?"

"Hm?" he mused. With what seemed to take great energy he rolled onto his back, biting his lip in pain. Kaien's entire chest was swabbed in bandages, though certain bare parts were exposed. From what I could see he was a pretty muscular guy. I think I even saw Sora's jaw twitch. "Oh…Kisuke Urahara's shop. He's a family friend."

"Oh," I sighed relieved.

Kaien popped open an eye. "Who did you think it was?"

Blushing, I shook my head stammering, "Oh, hah. I don't know. A guy?"

"How keen of you," Sora growled. "Anyway, what is he going to tell dad is a more important question?"

"Beats me," Kaien shrugged. "Kisuke is the master of lies. He'll tell your dad anything but the truth."

"What a skillful trait," I said slowly.

"It is," Kaien noted. "It's going to save all our asses."

We sat in silence for a moment, debating our possible fates. Suddenly the doors slid open revealing a slender man, about a decade older than Sora. His bright-red hair was slicked back and his chest was jutted out as though in challenge. "My name's Jinta, I brought you some tea."

"Thank you!" I chirped.

"Drop it," Sora commanded pointing her finger down at the ground. "We'll get it after we're finished talking."

A vein in Jinta's forehead throbbed. "What did you say? You can't command me, you're just a guest."

Sora snorted. "I just did."

The cups shattered to the floor.

I quickly learned Jinta is Sora's male version.

Help.

A/N: Oh my goshness I am so sorry for the lack of updating. I've had school up the whazoo and real life is complicated. Thank you Rose202, xXLilMissCellist-4Xx, and Narutofan3 for the reviews. And thank you everyone who has been reading, and once again I apologize for my lack of updates.