"You have to come eat, Kana." Yoruichi had been at her door for close to two hours now trying to get Kana out of bed the morning of the following day.

"I really don't!" Her voice was muffled from the pillow she had passed out in last night.

"What about your training?" Yoruichi tried again, but Kana was steadfastly refusing to come out after what was probably the most embarrassing moment of her life. She had full on sat on the lap of a full grown man. Who the fuck DOES that?

'You, apparently. It was rather amusing. If you're that embarrassed you could simply kill him.'

'Tempting. But I think we need a slightly better reason to kill someone.'

There was another tapping on her door and Kana growled, finally lifting her face from the pillow to face the door.

"Fuck off Yoruichi, I'm not in the mood!" She froze at the voice that purred at the door.

"Awe, but Kana-chan, I thought you'd be excited to talk to me."

Maybe murder wasn't such a bad idea. Kana scrambled to her feet, kicking her blankets away as she lunged for the door. She damn near broke the thing as she slammed it open, Urahara barely dodging. Instead of connecting with his face, chest, balls, whatever so long as it hurt him, her heel drove into the wall. Her reiatsu flared and crackled around her as her temper flared as much as her face. Kana tore her foot from the wall and spun around to lunge for Urahara again, stopping mid reach as a stack of paper was shoved into her chest. Kana blinked slowly in confusion for a moment before taking the papers in hand, frowning at the top label which only stated her name followed by 'detailed report'. She hesitated for a second before dark eyes rose to meet a lighter shade of grey.

"Thanks, I guess." Urahara adjusted his hat and smirked at her with a wave of his hand.

"Think of it as payback for the most action I've received in years." Kana's face flushed again and she stuttered for a second before scowling fiercely.

"Mention that to anyone and you're a dead man." She swatted him with the small pile of papers in her hand before turning and heading downstairs, telling Tessai she'd eat later as she rushed past him to the entrance to the training grounds below. She wanted some privacy while she finally learned all she could imagine would ever come to light about herself.


It took Kana almost a solid hour to go through the booklet Urahara had made for her. It went into a fair amount of details she was excited to read-such as why her powers weren't what they should be-but it also went into details she wasn't too thrilled about-such as her three sizes. (38-22-40) But basically, out of all the information she had been curious about, it summed up to a few basic pieces.

Kana Takahashi had spiritually bonded with her Zanpakuto at birth, warping her Godai powers from her birthright to flow in line with her Zanpakuto's abilities. Her mother was a fire Godai, as had been her mother before her and so on and so forth as far back as the 15th Century. As the women fell pregnant, they lost access to their powers as they had passed them over to the crowing life inside of them, leaving each woman defenseless. None had ever been a Shinigami before her. Which resulted from her father. Or at least, her father's bloodline. It was a little harder to track than her mother's was, but basically the part she paid attention to was the fact that Kana's great-great-great-great-great...great...grandfather was the brother of Kenpachi Zaraki's mother, and their own parents had both been...well, not Shinigami, but they were spiritually aware. Descendants after them had never had any sort of powers until Kenpachi's mother was raped and gave birth to him before abandoning him outside an orphanage where he had only lived for a few years before passing on to the next life. Kana's own powers had been mostly sealed until one incident when she was a little girl started the slow process of unlocking the pieces of her soul.

"Fucking Ichigo. I owe him big time." To think she would just be a normal human girl, going to school and making friends and likely not fighting-or at least not fighting the way she was now. How fucking boring was that?

'We'll have to give him a gift.'

'Maybe a fruit basket.'

Kana's cackle echoed around the training grounds for her ears alone, fading as she stood from where she had been leaning against a boulder. She stared at the bundle of papers in her hand for a second before they were set aflame with a couple purple sparks. She watched them crumble to ash as her feet before she stepped over the pile to head back upstairs. When she entered the dining room she was only half-surprised to note Urahara as the only one there, sipping at a cup of tea.

"Did you find out what you wanted?" Kana passed by him to stand in the door frame, listening carefully for anyone eavesdropping.

"I did. Thanks...again." Urahara hummed and it fell silent for a second. Kana was about to leave before he spoke again.

"What are you going to do when Aizen comes." Kana's brow furrowed at the oddly worded question. She turned her head slightly to watch his face out of the corner of her eye. He gave nothing away, keeping a mostly blank but vaguely curious expression. She mentally shook her head at the strange phrasing before grinning widely at him.

"I'm gonna kick his ass, of course." Urahara's eyes shifted from looking into his tea to meet hers and her stomach twisted slightly at the surprisingly heavy feeling in his gaze.

"Why?"

"...What kind of stupid question is that? He hurt my friends. He will continue to hurt my friends unless he's stopped. So I'm gonna be the one to stop him." Finally Urahara's gaze turned away from her and she exhaled slowly. What the fuck was with that weirdly intense moment? Urahara didn't say anything more so she quickly made her escape up to 'her' room. She gathered the things she had ended up bringing there in a small bag before heading out the front door, not a soul seeing her to stop her. Once the Shoten was out of site she pulled up the little blinking map she had gotten Orihime to send her, grinning at the orange haired girl leaning over the railing of her balcony and smiling warmly down at her.

"Kana-chan! Come on up! Tatsuki is staying over so we can have ice cream and watch scary movies!"

Kana grinned in return, quickly bounding up the stairs to go stay the night with someone who would be able to help her relax. People who could distract her from the strange sinking feeling in her gut that she was somehow betraying them.

She didn't find the note in her apartment until the next morning.