AN: I still don't own any of the characters from Bleach. I DO WISH I OWNED UKITAKE. Ha. Uhh I did make up the spell Ishirio uses to heal Oshiriku.
Oshiriku had had the dream come back to her again. She had told herself that she was prepared for death. The pain was bearable if she made it so. Although she'd managed to learn how to fight without anyone knowing she was in excruciating pain whenever she raised her right arm, she mostly fought with her left arm and restricted herself to only blocking and punching with her right arm if it was called for. Yoruichi spent as much free time with her as possible, telling her not to succumb to the sickness that ate at her. Her cousin knew the real reason why Nanuri had died.
Urahara would sit in silence on the floor looking over notes Oshiriku had made in his precious notebooks. Some he kept, but others he scratched through and called them craziness. One day he said he wanted to do research on Oshiriku's sickness. Oshiriku had opened her kimono three seconds after he said it. She took a syringe from his bag and drove it straight into the source of her pain. The stoic expression gave away nothing as the syringe was filled with dark blood. She neatly put a bandage over the hole. Urahara blinked in surprise and took the syringe she offered him. Had Oshi-chan just gotten naked in front of him? Better yet, had he not just seen the second set of the most beautiful breasts to ever exist in the world?
They were sitting in the gym watching some division eleven officers fight against one another. Yoruichi said they were slow and probably would not get a seat within the next two centuries she was actually correct, the highest either of them got was twentieth seat over three hundred years later. Oshiriku took in a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. Urahara's hair had grown a bit and it was all over his head. Oshiriku ruffed his hair up before flipping away from him onto the floor. Yoruichi looked at her best friend and laughed loudly. Urahara flattened his hair as he slowly walked towards her; she was standing with her hand on her hip. They bowed to one another in a sloppy manner. Oshiriku knew they would be fighting hand-to-hand combat. Fighting Urahara or Yoruichi with her sword had been restricted to only when they fought in the underground area the two friends had created when they were younger. Oshiriku simply blocked every attack Urahara sent her way.
"Hit him, Oshi-san!" Yoruichi said happily.
Oshiriku bent backwards to dodge a kick. Her body continued over that way so that her weight was on her hand and her feet slammed into his chin before she'd flipped completely and landed. She had a second to react, jumping into the air when his foot came back at her. His palm touched her back gently, signaling that he had a hit. Oshiriku caught his other hand and flipped away from him. She laughed and began to run circles around him.
"Yoru-san! You forgot to mention Little Oshiriku had finally mastered flash step." He frowned at the girl moving so fast it appeared to be several of her. He shrugged and followed at almost an even pace. She flipped to evade another attack and did a sideways twirl that allowed her foot to land on his shoulder gently. Hit. Urahara grabbed her foot and lifted her into the air. The move caught Oshiriku by surprise, but she did not let it show. Her left foot slammed down on her friend's head and she landed behind him, ducking when his fist flew out.
Yoruichi appeared in the middle of them, blocking both of their attacks at once. Both of them had wondered when she would decide it was boring enough just watching them. They attacked her hard. She blocked each of their punches without hesitation, hitting each of them once before they jumped away from her. Oshiriku noticed the two boys that had been fighting were now staring at them with open mouths. They ignored the people in the room staring and continued to fight their opponent. Although it was two on one, they only hit her three times, Oshiriku once and Urahara twice, before they decided to go change and eat lunch.
She'd decided to wear a haori over her uniform. It was a yellow thigh length jacket with sunflowers printed all over it. The hems were white. She waved to the people staring at her as she walked towards the cafeteria where Yoruichi, Urahara, and a girl stood waiting for them. She told Oshiriku the girl's name was Fong Sui. Oshiriku had shaken the girl's hand, but paid her no attention after that as she looked for Ishirio. She knew Yoruichi would lecture her on her manners later.
Ishirio was sitting at a table near the back of the room with his beloved Kusaruko. Oshiriku felt a slight pang of jealousy but tossed it to the wind when she saw how happy Ishirio was talking to the girl. She set her tray down on the table quietly before sitting beside him. He nudged her with his elbow, knocking her cup out of her hand and spilling water on the front of her uniform. His eyes went round; he made an attempt to get out of his chair and run before she could react, but she caught him by the collar and yanked him back to the table violently. She punched him in the eye before wiping the water from the table and sitting back in her seat. Ishirio rubbed his eye gently as he glared at her.
She left him and Kusaruko standing in the middle of the yard as she ran back to her room. A smiled spread over her face after she realized she'd done a pretty good job of avoiding her captain up until that point. She took her shirt off and stood in front of the mirror with a frown. A large dark blue bruise stretched from an area below her breast and to her side; it was getting larger. She frowned as she drank the strange liquid Urahara had made for her. He'd told her it would help with the pain and slow down the multiplying cells. It tasted like Ishirio's tea, but with more cinnamon. Oshiriku thought Urahara had added more cinnamon to mask the true taste of the liquid. She was suddenly grateful she had such a thoughtful friend.
There was a loud explosion in the yard. Oshiriku rubbed her eyes gently; she'd probably been asleep for only a few minutes. She gasped when she heard a second explosion. Ishirio was out there someplace! She ran from her room with her hair flying free behind her as she squinted her eyes in the dust. Somehow, captain Baishin had managed to escape and was attacking officers. She saw Ishirio standing in the center of the mess with Kusaruko clutched in his arms. Oshiriku could tell from the way he held the girl that she was dead. She ran towards him. The accused captain gave a loud cry and sharp blades flew from his body. Oshiriku's eyes widened in horror as five or six of the blades were headed directly towards her friend, who was turned away. She jumped on his back and held him against her tightly.
She'd always thought the pain from being sick would be the worse she'd ever feel before she died. She was wrong. There were only six blades, but if felt as if a thousand had been lodged into her skin. Her scream was not the loudest of the ones heard on that day, but it resounded in Ishirio's ears. He dropped Kusaruko and pulled Oshiriku against him. She had protected him yet again. He gently lifted her and carried her towards his room without thinking. He ran into a familiar face as he came near the turn.
"Ishirio where are you? Who is…" Urahara's eyes widened in shock. "Take her to my room. The blue box in my closet. Follow the spells in the blue notebook exactly." Urahara turned Ishirio the other way. He could be heard in the distance giving other officers instructions.
Ishirio removed the knives from her back before lying her down on the floor. He threw open Urahara's closet and drug the blue box from it; it was a pretty heavy box. After tossing the bandages beside Oshiriku and snatching up the first two blue notebooks he saw, he shakily cut open her shirt His hands trembled as he pushed the cloth aside and away from her body. He stared at the large bruise on her abdomen, but he turned her over to her stomach so he could take care of the important wounds first. First, he skillfully sewed the deeper wounds closed with a thin needle and some shiny thread Urahara had in the kit. He skimmed through the notes as he fastened bandages over the other wounds. Oshiriku's face had gone paler than it had been before that day. He dropped the notebook on the floor, leveled himself on his knees, and held his hands over her wounds.
"What the hell does this say? Is this Latin?!" Ishirio turned the page and sighed when he saw the spell written so he could understand it. "Lord, face of flesh and heart of heaven, enter these hands. Spirits cast thou eyes towards this body. Let your grace pour into my soul. Bathe this soul!" He frowned and poured as much spirit energy into his spell as he could.
He was too tired to continue after he saw some color had returned to her face. After picking up the other notebook, he realized it was actually purple and labeled with Oshiriku's name. He opened it; his eyes scanned the pages. So, Urahara had come up with a few solutions to Oshiriku's problem. He'd developed a tea similar to Ishirio's that would help cleanse her organs. When he read the last paragraph written, his eyes went round as saucers. Could Oshiriku's affliction really be that simple to rid her of it? He picked up one of the knives on the floor. Slowly, he turned her onto her back and covered her upper body with a piece of her torn shirt.
He made an incision underneath her breast and all the way to her side. He pulled on rubber gloves before pushing the skin aside and staring at the flesh beneath it. His heart pounded in his chest as his hand slid into the wound. He could only recall one time when Oshiriku had actually let him touch her side so that he could feel the hard place underneath her silky skin. His head tilted to the side slowly as his eyes roamed over organs and muscles and cartilage he could draw with his eyes closed. Then, as if by some miracle, he saw it. Lodged between her fifth and sixth ribs was a black mass of flesh the size of his palm. He gulped as he carefully pulled the strange thing from her body. After placing it on a piece of paper on the table, he ripped the gloves off his hands and dug around in Urahara's box until he found a clear canister labeled with the name of the medicine he'd put in Oshiriku's tea.
Ishirio silently debated whether or not he should pour a bit of the medicine directly into the incision he'd made. He put on a fresh new pair of gloves and gently rubbed a cloth soaked in the medicine along the flesh. He threw the blood soaked cloth onto the table and quickly began to sew the wound shut. Blood had begun to build up at the incision site. He cut the thread with the scissors in the box before covering the wound with a wrap. He didn't have the energy remaining in him to attempt a spell. Instead, he leaned against the wall behind him and closed his eyes so that he fell into a deep sleep.