So yeah, pretty long chapter but I could n't think of a good way to split it into two. I'm not sure if it deserves a warning or something, but there is brief bit of angst here, but hey, also a cameo by some familiar characters. Hope you enjoy.
The four Visored ran down the stairs underneath Urahara's shop. Fluctuating reiatsu pulsed over and over, a mixture of emotions running through each Shinigami. Shinji kicked open the door, the group seeing Urahara fly through the air to collide with their leader. Both fell in an undignified heap, cries of pain drowned out by high pitched roaring.
"Damn it. Go!" ordered Shinji, putting Urahara aside and making sure he was OK. Looking around, he noticed Tessai lying on the floor, a trickle of blood leading away from him. The four of them looked towards the battle, one lone figure left to fight someone they all knew.
"Lisa?" asked Hiyori, wide eyed at the fight going on. Lisa's shihakusho lay in rags, only a kosode remaining on her body. Electricity crackled through the dust covered air but a very humanlike cry of pain escaped the confusion.
"She's fast. Really fast; my Shunpo can't keep up with her" explained a voice beside them, Yoruichi having appeared from nowhere and staggering into view. She cradled a bleeding arm soaked in blood, and was already tearing off her other sleeve to make a tourniquet. "Tessai and Kisuke are badly hurt. Can you guys handle this while I look after them?"
"You got it! Mashiro away!" cried the young Visored, summoning her mask and charging towards the shattered barrier.
"Hold on we need a plan! Damn it, Mashiro!" yelled Kensei, charging after his Lieutenant. The Shinigami's Zanpaktou spun into its released form, a burly hand grabbing a mask out of the air. He slapped it on and vanished.
Hiyori began to run forwards until Shinji held her collar. "Wait. Kensei is right, we can't just rush into this."
"But they're going to get killed!"
"So will you if you go into this scared."
"Who the hell do you think you are? I'm not scared!"
"Yes you are, because I am too."
"Wait, really?"
"Did you forget my speech up there? It was a good speech."
"So what do we do?"
-V-
Lisa was crouched low, clawed hands ripping the air as she tried to catch Mashiro. Flitting about, the Visored tried to look for a weakness in the armour. Sheets of plate armour covered each part of her body, extending at the back to make a long, segmented tail of white armour. Only her shape suggested any sort of human origin. Four skeletal wings flapped through the air, a pale white membrane helping them to cause gigantic gusts. Multifaceted eyes rested on the otherwise blank, white hollow mask.
Kensei grunted as he was kicked away, Mashiro dropping down to stop the next attack. Feet clashed, the Visored and Hollow fighting too fast to comprehend. "Woah, Lisa! You're fast" The tail arced up, poised over her back, red light sucked in. "A cero? Please!"
Smaller pinpricks multiplied suddenly in front of Lisa's face, hands grabbing hold of Mashiro's arms. Her kicks beat against the armour, but the light was increasing, ready to fire.
"No you don't!" yelled Kensei in defiance through his mask. Strong hands gripped Lisa's tail, pulling her back and slamming the Hollow into the ground. The cero fired into the ceiling, their force harmless against Kensei's reiatsu. "Don't just go in without a plan, idiot."
"Kensei! I knew you loved me!" she cried, raising her arms in celebration and performing the V pose.
Kensei used his forearm to block a swipe from her tail, grunting from the blow. "Shut up and focus!"
"Guys, if you're done with your relationship troubles, we have a hollow to subdue!" echoed Shinji's voice, the Visored slashing down Lisa's side. The Hollow cried out in pain, recoiling from the attack and straight into Kensei's elbow strike.
She tumbled to the floor, breathing raspy. The wound healed over, wings shuddering before they expanded violently. Giving a disconnected roar, more liquid thickened her armour, and she took flight Green markings covered her body, the Hollow flapping great wings to stay airborne.
"Oh for-seriously?" explained Shinji in awe, the four fighters looking up as their former friend hovered there. Screeching, wings spread out wide, she dived.
-V-
Steam rose up from the hot baths around Lisa Yadomarou. She reached out, grabbing hold of the wall, fighting the bile in her thought. Ugh, don't tell her she'd taken part in another of Shunsui's drunken parties. Renowned in the Seireitei, it was a fact of nature those that took part did not recover for days after.
A simulated sound of talking and chattering echoed, making the compound appear to be full despite being her inner world. Longing for the soothing water, the Shinigami untied her robe, throwing it to the side and jumping into the steaming bath. The warm water cleared Lisa's mind, and she reclined against the pool's side, comfortable in just her underwear. They'd get wet, but it was her world, and she decided the rules. The lieutenant stretched as she relaxed, trying to think clearly. In here she could feel free, unrestrained, with no one but her Zanpaktou to see, and he had seen it all. On recommendation by her captain, she had decided to decorate and shape her inner wall to a more suitable environment. Haguro didn't care; he was lazier than she was, obsessed with personal image.
Wasn't there something she had to do? Something important, pondered the young woman, and gasped, reeling from the feel of a fist in her stomach, breath short."What the hell..."
"Lisa-chan! Are you here?" called a deep, masculine voice. It was a lover's voice, and belonged to the sexiest man she'd ever seen.
"Coming, Haguro" replied Lisa, swimming to the opposite edge, body slowly becoming limber. Up and out, she untied her hair, walking calmly to the exit. Her hair could dry naturally in the vision of a beautiful summer garden. In the middle stood a gigantic bronze statue depicting a muscular man in nothing but a loincloth who flexed. Muscles carved the subject into a towering, macho, and almost sexual, specimen of male kind.
Identical to the gauche display of his form, the same man sat with lily white skin that had been darkened by a soft tan. "Lisa-chan! Come sit with me, the sun is beautiful."
An arbour of roses different colours arched over the bench he sat in, strong ropes allowing the seat to swing back and forth. Her beefy spirit wore a short sleeved black robe hiked up to show his smooth, almost polished legs. Lisa pondered them for a moment, then shrugged, and sat next to him. "Beautiful day, isn't it?" smiled her Zanpaktou, and Lisa nodded in agreement.
"Yeah. I should spend more time here" commented the Shinigami, putting an arm around the Zanpaktou and smiled slyly. Her hand brought the spirit's head down, crashing into her raised knee. Blood poured from his broken nose, and Lisa contorted around to kick him to the floor. He sprawled across, breathing heavily.
Cracking his nose into place, the Zanpaktou scowled. "But I am Haguro, I'm your spirit!" he exclaimed angrily, looking at her.
"No you're not, because Haguro Tenbo-san is always naked!" revealed Lisa, reaching down into her underwear and pulling out her Zanpaktou. "His body is the sexiest thing I've ever seen, and he would always flex in my company. Tell me who you are, imposter!"
The fake Haguro looked away, chuckling softly to himself. He grabbed at the robe and pulled it off, becoming smaller. Straight cut black hair and a tiny Shakahisho sent shivers down Lisa's spine. The laugh became high pitched, startling Lisa."I thought it might be something like that. Fortunately, I still have my dignity!" breathed a voice from her past, one she'd thought had been left there.
The little girl turned abruptly, her eyes lancing into Lisa's mind, the Shinigami reeling from the sneering form of her ten year old self. "No…" she whispered, aghast.
"Gods, your fear... it is so... intoxicating. Do you know why you are scared? Because of who this child is, of what happened to her. It defined you."
"Stop it" muttered Lisa, rubbing her shoulders softly, feeling cold all of a sudden. "There's nothing to be scared of. Nothing, I am safe here. He said I would be."
Mocking laughter rang in the Shinigami's ears, children's voices echoing, heavy sobbing drowning her thoughts. She went down on her knees, tears dripping.
"Shame, really. This mask is unnecessary, because the one you wear is so efficient, so perfectly crafted" continued Lisa's younger self, playing with a lozenge-shape mask in her delicate hands. "But try it on anyway, it will make you feel better."
Lisa blinked away tears, thinking of the days she spent crying in a corner. It wasn't her fault she'd been a C cup at twelve, or taller than the others. Why did she have to suffer?
"It's not my fault. It's not my fault. It's… what?" muttered the Shinigami, swaying softly, looking at the mask held out to her. She tenderly took it, brain shut down as it tried to cycle through an endless repetition of mockery and shame. Unseeing eyes looked into the bone white surface. There was strength, and power, and comfort. Nobody would make fun of her again, nobody would dare make her feel ashamed to be a woman.
The mask radiated power and made her hands cold, brain slowly starting up again. Was it just her imagination, actually, or was her skin becoming paler, almost white. A hunger built up in the woman, mask slowly raised to her face. It would help her, stop the teasing. Stop it for good.
"Lisa-chan~ guess who" announced Shunsui Kyoraku, coming up from behind and grabbing her breasts. She kicked him away, the Captain's nose spurting blood. "You're so cruel… but I'll forgive you if you give me a kiss" he asked, puckering up. An elbow sent him sprawling to the floor, Shunsui rubbing his jaw and smiling mischievously.
He infuriated her, he groped her, and she abused him. So then why did she feel so close to him? Why didn't he get angry or frustrated? She'd see him fight, and knew behind the carefree nature was a true warrior. He could tear her apart, but just took her ? How could anyone love a freak like her.
"Huh? Isn't it obvious? I can never stay mad at a beautiful woman."
Beautiful. Was she beautiful? "Of course, why else would I make you my lieutenant? I had to find someone Katen could like.
"Who's Katen?"
The Shinigami was vaguely aware of delicate hands gripping her shoulders, a feminine smell reaching her nose. She felt a chill go down her spine, the hands tightly holding onto her shoulders. "Men always need to be kept in line, particularly this one. You are the only woman I would trust him with, Lisa Yadoumaru, because I know you love him in a different way. Take good care of him, or I will slit your throat." The presence was gone in a swirl of pink blossoms.
"Katen is always so jealous, it's rare to find a girl she likes. You're definitely special."
The images faded, Shunsui's last words floating, cutting through the jeers and mockery of her past.
"I am special. I am beautiful, I am Lisa Yadoumaru!" shouted Lisa suddenly, shattering the mask between her hands. She was violently aware of a second presence and a masked Shinigami lunging for her throat.
"Think that if you want; it won't help you" cackled the masked woman, hand snaking out to grab Lisa's neck and squeezing tightly. She gasped, hitting the arm as she tried to breathe, the pain bringing back memories in a flash. Kensei pummelling her to the ground, Mashiro kicking Rose and the others. Pain and despair showing her how pointless it all was.
"Aww, you found the hidden sake bottles? What am I going to do about you, Lisa-chan" drifted Kyoraku Shunsui's voice in her mind. "A man has to drink."
"Idiot" she thought, the frustration building. Why didn't he take better care of himself, why did she have to look after him? What would he do now, how would he survive if she died? It wasn't as if Nanao could look after him.
Nanao! Oh damn, what about her?
"Read me this story, Lisa-sama. With the voices!"
Those innocent eyes, that fatherly voice, the threat of failure. A fire lit in Lisa's eyes, legs coming up and slamming into the Hollow's face. The hand let go, Lisa drawing in deep breaths. Not now; she wouldn't deal with the memories now, she'd push them far back in her mind so they could enjoy the taunts, the insults.
She wasn't sure which sword was drew first, only that their Zanpaktou came out at the same time.
"Smash, Haguro Tenbi!" cried out both women in unison, putting sword and scabbard together. Weapons spinning them above their heads, they unleashed Haguro's true form.
"Leave my inner world at once!" shouted Lisa Yadoumaru, and lunged.
So to clarify, there was none of this mentioned in the manga about lisa having such an insecurity. But, since there is nothing on the Visoreds history, I deduced from her actions and personality (Shameless, possibly bi, interested in women's bodies) that it made sense for her to have had some trauma or angst related to her own body. As for Shunsui, well, who doesn't love him?