Kisuke had been an hour and a half or so looking at each slab of the chain, and Harry was about done. He had lost interest in the glowy thing about five minutes in.

The chain was also itchy, and it weighed a ton, so he was getting a terrible backache.

"So, something interesting?" he asked, mainly to make some chit-chat. He was genuinely bored. He had known he was going to be. Geniuses.

But he had hoped that Kisuke would just… do his thing, with his books, or notes or machines and let him scurry away. He felt bleary-eyed if still calm. Thank Merlin for Calming Draughts.

Kisuke kept passing a thing over them, sometimes over Harry himself, like the muggle market scanners, but weirder.

"Hmm, lots of things," he said, which what was barely restrained glee.

Shit.

"So, Hary-kun, tell me about your death expriences. The ones you remember. This train station place, describe it to me."

"Well, it was King Cross train station in London, nothing more. Everything was white, though, a bit hard on the eyes," It had been nearly blinding every time, but he didn't want to seem a whiner.

"And the… beings you talked with while in there? Did you ask about them? Talk with them?"

Harry frowned at this while he tinkered with one of the slabs of the chain, the one who itched more. He chewed on his lower lip, thinking of what answer to give. Harry didn't want to get very personal. He had died after all.

"Should I have? I mean, I was pretty pissed off and wasn't feeling chatty. The first one took the form of the late Headmaster at my school and started spouting nonsense about trains, offers, options, and other stuff that is way too private, personal, and irrelevant, so I am not talking about it."

"I see. And didn't you take you, Headmaster, in his offer?"

"Fuck no. I had had enough of him. I mean, he's is rather famous, you know. Albus Dumbledore, but he was…." Harry thought about a word to define Dumbledore "Barmy, manipulative and full of shit. Fuck's sake, just look at his choice in loved ones. And robes."

Harry shuddered a little a bit at the combination of Dark Lords that Dumbledore and Grindelwald would have made together. The only good thing about that scenario was that Tom would have been killed swiftly, like fifty years earlier. Or become one of their supporters.

Nah, Voldemort was too full of himself to be a follower. Narcissistic personality disorder had said Hermione, among other things. Worse things, because of course. Draco Malfoy was narcisistic. Tom Riddle was just fucking insane.

"Oya, Harry-kun, you seem so composed and are behaving so well here! I didn't peg you for the type to be unreasonable about possibly important offers. So did you ever ask the name of this entity?

"The name?" Harry was perplexed. One had taken Dumbledore's form, the second one had been an annoyingly cheerful goth chick that reminded him a little of Tonks, but way, way more annoying.

The latest one, just less than a year away, has been a middle-aged man in a black suit, acting all charming and wanting to talk, now that Harry thought about it.

He had cut his monologue, not really paying attention because he wanted to go back, curse the Dark Wizard that had killed him to hell and back, and then maybe, have some Firewhisky and go with Ron to see the match between the Holyead Harpies and the Wimbourne Wasp.

They would, of course, be cheering on Ginny, the star seeker of the Holyhead Harpies, even if Harry personally thought that Athena Hornbeam was a better seeker.

"Yes, the name. Did they tell you their name?"

"Well, no. Not really. Why would I want to do that in the first place? Names have power. Why If I had ended like a Vassal of a weird Fae Lord or something. No, no. The best thing it's to get out of there as soon as possible," Harry wrinkled his nose at the mere idea of having small talk with the being or beings. No, with his luck, it would end badly.

Kisuke looked pensive at that as if he was mulling Harry's words and analyzing them, maybe one hundred thousand times per second in his mind. He knew the type. His sister, because Hermione was his sister after all that they had lived together, was the type. She had become worse when she had started working as an Unspeakable even.

Still, he was tired, so when he found a clasp in the chain, just the first one, sticking to his chest, and the one that itched the more, he tried to open it. It was a bit hard seemed a little rusty, but in the end, it opened, and Harry let the chain fall feeling accomplished.

Oh yes, now without that cumbersome and annoying thing, he could go and rest in another room or explore the little town, maybe. Anyway, he was no longer chained and being experimented on.

Because he absolutely was, and he was behaving like a champ because he wanted his cell phone issue fixed, but everyone had a limit, for Merlin's sake.

He looked up to tell Kisuke he was going, and he found that he had apparently forgotten about the chain and was looking at him with an impressed and at the same time unimpressed expression.

Harry blinked slowly a took a deep breath.

What? Was he going to be salty that Harry didn't want to be there all the time? Morgana knew how long would the research take!

"Harry-kun, you should not have done that," Kisuke said, fan away and a severe expression drawn on his attractive face instead of the cheerful one he had been wearing most of the time.

"Sorry Kisuke-kun, but it itched, and I am getting tired. Long travel and all that. You can now look at it and poke and prod to your heart's desire. I am thinking of maybe taking a walk, that or a nap, but I haven't booked any hotel yet, so maybe the first. Do you book rooms here?"

His new Enchanter slash IT person sighed.

"I should have predicted this. You seem the type to be reckless, but they are… usually more resistant. Harry-kun, you are dead.

Harry blinked. On what drugs was Kisuke on?

"Dead. Like how I am dead? In what way? I feel fine. Tired and cranky but fine. Do you mean to say that the chain was what, like something to tether me to my body?"

At Kisukes's nod, Harry sighed too. Of course, weird stuff would start happening to him.

"Well, I will reattach it later," he decided since the slab had opened with a clasp, and it opened and closed. "See? It has a clasp, so I will put it on later. No need for the dying drama."

Kisuke came near him, to near him to be comfortable, and observed the fastener, which he then started touching and sending some kind of magic into it because it tingled cooly.

Harry felt himself blushing. He was not used to people being so close in his personal space, especially strangers, and in this kind of intimate situation with Kisukes hands in his chest. He had such lovely hands too.

"Well, this is new," Kisuke muttered. "Let's see if your theory is correct, and they can reattach themselves that easily."

"Oh, come on, I am sure it will. Do we need to? That thing weighs a lot, and it itches like crazy. Can't we try after I have a little bit of time out?"

"No, absolutely not, it will be just a moment," Kisuke said, voice firm and serious and doing weird things to Harry's poor stomach butterflies.

Taking the heavy chain like it didn't weigh anything, he attached it again to Harry's chest. It clicked, and that was that.

Harry was annoyed but also kind of smug. It wasn't that often that he was right, after all.

"See? Told you. I mean, I know you are super smart and all that, but I am sure that if I was dead, I would know it. You know, because I go to that train station place.

"Oh, that's not where dead people go. Just your mindscape. The inside of your Soul. Didn't I tell you about that? Though I did. No, you cut your Soul Chain, well, opened it and let it fall away. When people die, their chains get broken and disconnected from their bodies; then, if the Spirit is left in that state, with time, or sometimes really fast, another thing starts to happen. But that's not important right now. There is no fixing it. Well, there are ways, but nothing for you to worry about. Experimental things."

Harry frowned. He was like one hundred percent sure that he hadn't died and gone to the weird King Cross place, and that mindscape things sounded like divination bullshit. What would Kisuke know anyway? He was supposed to be a tech specialist, not a… necromancer or something.

Kisuke himself hadn't seemed especially worried even when he had thought Harry had killed himself, more like chastising him over an accidental and preventable accident, but know that he knew the chain was detachable, Kisuke was again, in full mode of intense looks and thinking face.

Well, at least now Harry could detach himself again and relax.

"Well, seeing as nothing happened, I am going to just go for a walk or something."

Kisuke looked very put upon about this, but then he promptly smiled and not behind his fan. He had an odd look on his face. Harry thought it was better to be cautious about this Enchanter, IT person, and probably necromancer.

"Well, Harry-kun! I find that an excellent idea. Let me show you a place for you to walk and enjoy nature. Much less boring than Karakura Town."

"Oh, you don't have to. I don't think I can take another Portkey right now. Or are we Apparating, because long-range Apparition after the trip to Japan has left me feeling drained."

Kisuke used his fan, again, for his smile thingy. Harry was getting a bit annoyed at that.

"Just follow me; there is no kind of travel involved. Don't worry, Harry-kun, do I look like the kind of person that would make people go through rough traveling experiences?

"Well, kinda, yeah. Sorry, but you do. You absolutely do."

Kisuke gave him a look and pushed him towards another part of the house, sans annoying chains, until he opened a doorway to a…

Well. Harry was not surprised easily, but he was kind of impressed.

"Wow. This place is HUGE. Does the Japanese Ministry allow it? It's like enormous."

And it was, just below the stairs of his shop and house, he had like a gigantic epically big if a bit destroyed open space. He couldn't even see where it ended on the horizon, whatever way he looked. Wow indeed.

"Well, it is not totally legal, but I needed the space. Not that the Japanese Government would get into my affairs," Kisuke said, sounding terribly amused.

Lucky bastard. The Japanese Ministry should be a very hands-off one if they let people make Undetectable Extension charms of this crazy level to their citizens. And was it even an extension, or had they gone through some kind of portal to another dimension? Harry was impressed. If there had been some magical travel involved, he hadn't felt anything. That was absolutely brilliant.

"Impressive. So, Can I go and walk around here? Are there some interesting places to see? There seems to be a bit of destruction there," he pointed out to a place to his left. "Do you have a garden? I relax gardening; this place would be perfect for growing vegetables and other kinds of plants.

Kisuke sent his way a fond look that made Harry feel a bit silly. Had he said something funny? He only received that look from his friends when he had said something stupid but fun.

"Do you know how to use a sword?" Kisuke asked casually.

"Not really? I mean, I have one, but I only use it on a special occasions. It's… well, it's imbued with Basilisk venom, you see, and while I am immune to it, it's not something that you want near people. Useful as hell for destroying cursed objects, but a gaudy medieval thing. I think the only time I ever used it for something that was not destroying Dark Objects was when I was twelve and died for the first time. No, I don't think it's my thing."

"Twelve? The first time was with twelve? That seems kind of young to be getting into that kind of trouble Harry-kun."

Harry shrugged because it had not been his fault at all. Blame Lucius Malfoy, Albus Dumbledore, Tom Riddle…

"Eh, trouble tends to find me. It's not like I go searching for it,"

"You did search for me, though, right?"

"Well, yeah, but that's no trouble. At least I hope it isn't," Harry said, sending Kisuke a suspicious glance. The man looked guileless and smiling, all innocent and Hufflepuff looking. Harry had not forgotten his Slyhering eyes. The man was probably a menace. An attractive, brilliant menace, but a menace nonetheless.

Harry was now actually mulling over if he was getting into trouble or not, but he guessed that well, it was a done thing, right? So he would follow it to its bloody end (he hoped, metaphorically bloody end) end and get his phone. It was the reasonable thing to do.

"No problem at all, Harry-kun. Why, I even bought you here so you would not get into more..., I mean, into trouble."

"Why would I even get into trouble in this town?"

"Oh, well, in this Spirit form that you are in, you could be bait for certain beings, and seeing as you seem to be quite reckless, let's not let that happen."

Harry was a bit indignant at that. He was Head Auror, for fuck's sakes. Harry was not reckless. Not much. He had gotten better. And even if he was, it was always for good reasons. Then again, he wanted to explore this place and maybe even find a good place for his well-earned nap, so he didn't argue.

"All right, I will stay here then. Get me if you need me. I plan to find someplace to rest or something."

"Hmm, if you walk that way, he said, pointing Northwest, there are thermal waters and a pretty lovely meadow to boot. Perhaps it is a little far away, though, but it just seems you need to spend all of that energy.

I was going to lend you a wooden sword for some practice since you seem the kind of person who would relax doing that, but well, maybe later.

Then he was given a small bag, and Kisuke left, leaving him to his own devices.

Harry explored a bit and even repaired some of the terrains. Kisuke was right; his magic was acting up a little, and he needed to get it out, but even after walking for an hour, he didn't find this pond with thermal waters.

Feeling a bit better, he apparated in that direction using a point me speel, and after several (More than eight, this place was immense.) long-distance jumps, he found the pond.

It did seem nice.

He took out his clothes and frowned. These were not his clothes. When did that happen?

He blinked, but yes, he had a full-on armor made of a very deep and dark red, almost black dragonhide covering him. Also, he had a cloak, inky black and unadorned. Why hadn't he noticed? Weird.

Well, no matter. It seemed nice. He would keep it. Maybe ask Kisuke later.

He took it off and tried to transfigure some of the clothing into some trunks to wear in the water, but no such luck. The clothes remained entirely unchanged.

He looked into the bag Kisuke had given him. It held some more candy, a different kind, blue, some bottles of water and a cellphone."

A fucking cellphone.

Harry was done. He just transfigured the bag into trunks, and well, at least that worked and let himself into the pond. Oh yes, the water was so very lovely and warm.

Maybe even too warm, but it felt so nice and relaxing that he found himself falling asleep. He thought of getting out, but no, he wasn't about to move. He felt relaxed for once.

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Urahara Kisuke had been in his mind space when his life had changed.

Benihime and he were in a staring contest. They had forgotten what about, but it was essential for them to not to lose. Both of them were very proud, but mainly, Benihime would get mad if Kisuke left or lost just because he was bored, and then she would try to kill him again.

They had an excellent Shinigami-Zampakuto relationship. They were, well, just quirky in their own ways.

He felt one of the alarms ring, and with a nod to return at a later date to continue the contest, he opened his eyes to watch what was happening.

Oh, one of his cameras had detected someone entering the shop. Hmm, annoying. Hadn't he put a barrier so ordinary souls wouldn't want to enter?

It might have been someone special, but he concentrated and only felt a human soul with an average Reiatsu.

Still, he went to see that it was about because the man in the video was very attractive in a way that Kisuke found himself admiring. Perhaps in his late twenties, with black hair and a bone structure that reminded him of Kuchiki Byakuya strongly, but no, the eyes were absolutely different. They were so, so very green. Still, maybe they were related?

Well, Kisuke would go and say hi to his cute customer either way.

And well, then he had been pretty much steamrolled into fixing a cell phone. A cellphone of all things.

He had to admit he had felt bewildered at the whole situation and had doubted Harry (because he hadn't given him any other kind of identification, and wasn't that annoying?) was totally sane.

Of course, he could be able to fix a smartphone; that was nothing, but why? Just why had he come to him? Apparently, a Rune Array had to do with it. Kisuke did not know what a Rune Array was.

And wasn't that sad? But exciting at the same time.

And then Harry's Reiatsu had done something interesting while he was looking curiously at some leftover candy Kisuke had given him. It had spiked subtly for a moment. It had would have been almost indetectable if, well, he were not a High-Level Shinigami. But he was.

And the Reiatsu had seemed to possess something else attached to it.

He had thought paranoia was getting to him, though, because it was just an instant, one second, no more.

Then, his curiosity honestly picked he had asked for a demonstration of the trouble, and oh kami, but Harry had looked like he wanted to murder him and then shot himself in the head at the mere idea. He had looked so, so very anxious.

When he had started the phone, tried to get a photo and it had suddenly exploded, well it had been different. Yeah, very different.

He had decided to test him because it seemed like both of them were in different wavelengths. He was catching on fast, but Harry was pretty oblivious, or maybe he just didn't care.

He had shown him to his lab, a place that induced fear in most people, that with the chunks of parts of human flesh and all, but Harry had looked amused and had even mocked him for being messy.

He had wanted to kiss him in that moment.

It had been like the instinctive thing to do, but he didn't do instinctive, so he had tried to be professional while still testing this being.

Because he was a being. An Unknown being.

Not a Shinigami, not a Vizard, not an Arrancar, a Bount, a Quincy. Nothing that came to mind. He wasn't even possessed.

He had blown a smart-watch that Kisuke had been working on, and he had burned his clothes in the explosion, and with an annoyed look (well, 200 hundred explosions would annoy him too) had waved his hand a little, and the shirt he wore (Black, not Blue like he had been wearing before) had just repaired itself.

Was this like the Rejection Inoue-kun possessed? He had given him one of the orbs he had lying around there to test for Spiritual Energy and had told him to please repeat it because when he had done it, his Reiatsu had spiked again, in a more substantial way. Nothing subtle about it, but so very controlled.

Harry had looked confused, but when he had told him to keep doing what he had been doing, he just … did, no questions about how he knew about what he had done to the candy, no questions about the weird golden glowing orb. Usually, these spheres glowed blue, white, green, or pink. Yellow too. But gold? No.

So he had kept trying to test his new experiment, asking him for more and more of these things he did (apparently they were all different, and wasn't that like Kidoh in some ways? But it didn't feel like Kidoh at all.

Every time he sent something to the sphere, his reiatsu appeared mysteriously, directed himself to the item, and was absorbed. He kept asking for more potent, stronger, and then, Harry had complied and had sent something with a Captain Level Reiastu to the sphere. Instead of obliterating it, it had been absorbed and had staring to glow pure white and saturate the whole room into feelings of joy and pure happiness. Weird, really weird. It did feel good, though.

Harry had seen so done, and then a barrier of some kind had appeared between them and the happy-feeling orb when it had exploded.

Well, he had stronger spheres, so they would have to test it again. Also, his readings kept saying that the Reiryoku was mixed with something else and that something else was making his readings askew. This energy he did not know. He would need to make something to read and separate it.

The barrier, light blue-green, had seemed like a good moment to take a sample, but it had promptly disappeared.

He had been stumped, and Harry looked harried, so he decided on one last experiment for the day. He would let Harry rest then. Once he secured him somewhere. Because he was so interesting, and what if he decided that the cell phones weren't important enough and left back to England?

No, no. Kisuke had decided that he wanted to keep him.

Maybe the first time he had seen him in the video image, or perhaps when he had been looked at with murderous intent, or maybe when Harry had proclaimed that he could fix it, so matter of fact, weird energies non-withstanding and had been so sure of it.

Maybe when he had entered his lab and got almost a fond look on his face and then let himself being experimented on with a long-suffering expression, but cooperating so nicely.

Kisuke wasn't exactly sure of the moment. He would have to review all of them and then make a list and number them. Maybe discuss it with Benihime, but he was keeping Harry.

He would find a way to do it; eventually, he just needed time to think of something.

Then he had tried the experiment that had been roaming his mind for a while and separated Harry's body from Harry's soul. Just to see what would happen.

He had expected some alarming stares, maybe some crying, or he didn't know, some kind of reaction, but Harry had just looked a little bemused at his body and then at his chain.

And well, his Spirit did have a different form now. He looked younger now, maybe in his late teen's early twenties, and he wore some kind of leather armor and a cloak. Kisuke had checked for a sword, but no sword had appeared.

Instead, there were very different and pissed-off Zampakuto Spirits that were partly attached to him but also not. They resided in the rings he wore, two in his left hand and one hanging from a leather necklace on his neck.

Uhm, he had been examining these Spirit's presence and had forgotten a bit about Harry, who was poking at things too, obviously, he had never been out of his body, but he had been dead. He could feel it in the inky-colored slabs of his Soul Chain. How did that happen anyway? And his Soul Chain was not ordinarily colored either. This investigation could take years, maybe centuries.

He had focused himself a bit on the feeling of these Zampakuto Spirits that weren't. Because they really weren't, just kind of feel the same, the same way Harry's second energy was different.

The ones who were in his hand, one was vicious and malevolent. There were no other words for it. It felt very powerful too. He would only accept a powerful wielder.

It seemed made of some alloy of white gold and had a unique and big black stone with some engravings that Kisuke couldn't identify at all (And it was becoming a pattern he didn't like, but he did, because new things. Exciting!)

Then the other Spirit, the one in a golden ring with a red stone, seemed mischievous, like a prankster. Also, light and fun and determined, reckless and brave. This Spirit only would allow some special kind of people to wield him; it did not require power but imagination. Creativity.

And then there was the one around his neck, away, almost forgotten. An old-looking ring with a cracked black stone.

That was no spirit; that was a direct connection with death. But it felt sentient in some ways.

It felt protective of his wearer and old, so, so ancient. It also felt amused at the moment, like it was making fun of them.

Kisuke was going to try and test them more when Harry did the well, most stupid thing ever; he broke his Soul Chain because apparently, it was annoying him.

He had killed himself in front of him and seemed much more at ease now without the weight of the chain (yes, it was golden and gaudy, and it must have been uncomfortable, maybe?) Spirits usually didn't have this kind of trouble with their chains. But also, the Soul Chains were never golden or had different colors and forms in them.

People did say he was cold, but Harry had seemed so indifferent with dying. He just looked happy to be free of the Chain.

Kisuke was maybe happy, maybe not about the events, because he had been offered his old job back in Soul Society, and he had been very tempted to say yes. Very. Kick Mayuri out of his domains and experiment to his heart content. He had asked some time to think about it.

But know that he had discovered Harry that had been put on standby.

And then, Harry had done another unthinkable thing. He had told him there was a clasp in the Soul Chain (and it was, and they didn't have a clasp, he was pretty sure of it) and that he would put it back after a walk.

And, oh noes. Kisuke wasn't letting Spirit Harry wander around Karakura town. Whatever could happen. No, no, too dangerous, even if now in his Spirit form, his reiatsu felt captain level, just… very, very controlled.

He frowned because a Captain Level Reiatsu would attract all kinds of nasties, and there was absolutely no way he was going to let anyone interfere with his things.

No, he would secure Harry in a nice place, and then he would start thinking hard.

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Author Note: I am sick, just some fever, sorry for any mistake, I will revise it eventually. But now gotta go to bed. Hope you enjoy anyway!