I'm just so hyped about this story!

Even though it's poorly written!

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Chapter 2: Something strange this way comes

While Kisuke had finished tending to ichigo and ishida, Jinta and Ururu were tasked with searching for the girl's missing body.

They dashed through the streets of Karakura, but came up empty handed for hours. It was merely on a whim that Ururu passed an alley and saw the limp figure still abandoned on the street. Rushing over, she lifted the corpse onto her deceptive shoulders and made a dash for the shop.

There, Tessai had used techniques that he hadn't in ages. He even had to consult a book to make sure he did them properly. This was necessary to make sure ms. Bokuso-chi survived.

When her body was brought in, it was serviced as well and her soul was left to rest before she can be placed back within it.

Tessai closed the door to Shiro's room and was greeted by Kisuke fanning himself with a contemplative expression. Instead of remarking how it was awfully early for the shop owner to be up, Tessai had a better question.

"Who and what is she?" The fact The tanned man didn't know meant Kisuke wasn't aware she existed until recent.

The misleading grin of the ex-captain didn't change.

"Her name is Shiro Bokuso-chi according to Ichigo, she goes to his school." He moved the fan in front of his face. "As for what she is, I haven't a clue about that yet," he informs; the development is an interesting one. She appeared to be no one special... But the Menos' behavior warranted investigation.

Interesting...

. . .

"I'm not dead!" I shoot up, and I regret it.

Pain is everywhere, and I wish that I was dead. Collapsing onto my side further punishes me, and I curl into a protective ball with a sensitive shell. Gosh, it hurts that I'm all tensed up, but it hurts more to try and relax.

"Damn it!" my voice cracks under the pressure of my trembling body, and it seems to get me attention from a party I didn't even know was available.

"Ah, Shiro was it? Seems you're finally up," the voice speaking is male, but I can't bring myself to use my totaled body enough to look at him. "How are you feeling?" he asks.

"I feel like someone set all of my nerves on fire," I answer truthfully.

"Yeah, that's about how I'd expect someone who was nearly crushed to death to feel like," he responds smugly.

"Fuck you!"

"Now now, don't want to scare off the only people helping you, do you?" He continues with that condescending tone. Oh, I just want to rip him to shreds! But the only thing I can do is tremble in my state.

"Miss Bokuso-chi!" another male voice rushes into the room. "Are you alright?" he asks, and while it is the dumbest fucking question I have ever heard, I answer him anyway.

"P-please!" my voice breaks off into a whisper. "It hurts so much," I tell him.

"Understood, I'll get to work right away!" he throws the cover back on me.

I hear the second male say somethings, but I don't catch it. as he completes the phrase, the syllables steal my pain away, and I relax.

"Thank you so much..." I sigh, finally easing into the state of a limp noodle. That was so much better. Bless the man that just helped me.

Now that I'm not being plagued so profoundly by anguish, I feel really sleepy. I must not have slept enough...

That's not a problem at all...

CLACK!

It's the sound of wood meeting wood, and it's close.

Opening my eyes, I move only my head to the sound's origin.

It was a cane being slammed onto the floor... Why?

"Sorry to disturb your sleeping," That's the smug guy's voice... I roll my head back to look at him. He's a blonde, I can't say I expected that...

From the shadows of his hat, I see grey eyes looking at me.

...

Then there was silence...

Why isn't he speaking? Didn't he want my attention? "What is it?" I ask, hoping to move this along so that I could go back to bed.

"Well, I was wondering if you could tell me what happened?" he speaks with this permanent smirk.

I raise a brow, "Didn't you see that ginormous black monster! Or hollow or whatever... But it picked me up and crushed me" I state, simply.

"Yeah, I saw that, but I guess what I want to know is why?" he snaps open a fan and places it between me and his lips.

I would've shrugged, "I dunno..." I pause... why did it go after me?

...

Oh!

"Well, before that traumatic event happened, I was approached by this one hollow. It mentioned that it... wanted to eat me... and that I'd make a better meal than the... soul teacher?" I raise a brow; that last word didn't sound right.

"Soul reaper," the blond male corrects me. "Interesting..." he starts poking me with his cane. I protest with a frequent 'stop it' , but he ignores me. "Tell me, Miss Bokuso-chi, have you seen hollows and souls all your life?" he asks.

"Nope, first time I ever saw them was... today?" I end questionably, uncertain of how long I'd been out.

This makes the poking stop.

"You've never seen a soul or hollow before? Are you sure?" he asks again, and I nod, because I would remember seeing one of those beasts of nightmares if I had.

"Hmm...alright" he steps back, leaving the room, "Well... heal up," he orders and gratitude rolls over me at his departure. Finally, I could sleep!

. . .

Wait a second...

"Hey wait! Where am I? And who are you guys?" the important questions dawn upon me, but I'm too late, as the door slides shut, leaving me to a solitude I don't want.

. . .

I yank my covers over my head, a childish attempt, but I stay under anyway, even when the air gets too hot to breathe, I stay under.

. . .

"SHIRO!"

I jolt awake for a second time. Oh geeze, I must have fallen asleep again.

I pull the cover from over my head and fix my gaze to the door, waiting for- DUH!- Ichigo just pops in.

"Are you alright?" the red head inquires, and I open my mouth to respond, only for my tongue to dry up when exposed to Ichigo's basically bare torso.

"Oh gosh, where is his shirt" I pull the duvet over my face again, a distinct warmth bombarding my face.

"Y...yeah..." crap, my timidness was showing again!

"Shiro? What's wrong? Is it starting to hurt again?" he asks, approaching me from the sound of his footsteps.

"N-no," I squeak, squeezing the blanket ever more. "Ichigo... w-where is your shirt?" I hint to him, because apparently he wasn't getting the clue.

"My what? Anyway, what happened back there? Why did the hollow come for you? Have you always seen them before? Or souls?" he asks, sounding exactly like the smug blonde in a hat. But less smug.

I sighed, a little tired of the running around in conversation. "No, I've never seen hollow or souls before. And I don't know why I was targeted," peeking over my comforter, I regard the male. "Anyway, what about you? You were all dressed in a black robe thing with a giant sword. What was with that?" I was proud when I noticed I didn't stumble over my words.

Speaking of words, mine seemed to throw Ichigo for a loop as he sits beside my bed roll on his heels.

"Do you remember Rukia from school?" he narrows those gorgeous brown eyes at me in a sudden stroke of seriousness.

I nod, confused what the short girl with dark hair has to do with anything. "Well, she's actually a being known as a soul reaper; they hunt Hollow and exercise souls, but she gave me her power, so I could save my family, now I have to do the job for her until she gets her powers back," he gives a short spiel.

Another nod from me and I lay back down. In my peripheral Ichigo does a double take, "Well you sure as hell seem pretty accepting of all of this!" he shouts at me. What the heck?! Why did my acceptance upset him, so?

"Yeah," I tag on, and he just seems to steam up more, making me giggle.

"So you have absolutely no idea how this happened?" he asks again.

"If I knew, I'd tell you, because I'm sure the info would stop me from being crushed again," I shudder at the word. I know I keep mentioning the horrendous event to normalize it in my brain, but it's hard when the pain and memories pop up every time I say the word 'crushed'.

"Well... Alright..." Ichigo leads off, apparently not fond of letting the conversation die.

. . .

"So... what happened after I was crushed?" I inquire, pulling the sheets down a little to look at the slightly tanned male.

"Huh? Oh, I um destroyed it with its own attack," he states simply.

What!? I yank the blanket all the way down and lean towards him on my hands. How could he say that without a hint of pride!? "You what!? So easily?! Ichigo! You're so cool!" I pronounce with a large smile.

. . .

. . .

. .

Did Ichigo and I just simultaneously go red?

I snatch my face from his, laying down with my back to him.

Topic, topic, I need a new topic!

"U...uh... So, I really wasn't dead, huh?" I start.

Ichigo seemed to welcome the change enthusiastically, "Yes you are! You're just stubborn!" He barks.

I frown and roll over to face him. "'Are'? But I'm back to normal... right?" I narrow my eyes.

The male seems to calm down into the situation's severity. "Of course not, look, your body is over there, didn't you see it when you woke up?" Ichigo asks, nudging his head behind him. Sitting up, I curve my abdomen around him to a see a second bedroll that, indeed, houses a second me.

What...the?

"So... the chain doesn't mean I'm dead?" I raise a brow.

"Of course it does! You see it there, don't ...you...?" brown eyes enlarge at the sight of my blemish-less chest.

There was no chain in sight.

"Hey, cut it out, where is your chain?" Ichigo speaks in a slight discomfort.

"I'm not playing! See!" I pull down my shirt collar, blushing while doing so when my busty nature shows itself.

"Hat and Clogs!" he jumps up, heading out my room door in flurry of questions.

I look from the door to my body just a few feet away...

How had I not noticed that?

I get on all fours and crawl out the warmth of my covers, sitting besides my motionless self.

Was this really me?

It's so weird seeing myself in flesh, considering I only every see my face through a mirror...

I reach out a hand to touch my brown skinned cheek.

Upon contact, my fingers begin glowing a brilliant white while glimmering particals lift from the surface.

What the heck?!

"Well, what do we have here?" I turn to the door with large eyes of bewilderment. In the threshold is the smug blonde, two children of different genders , and a tall man with a mustache and braids.

"What. . . is happening to me...?" I can hear my trembling in my voice.

"We're not quite sure, but I'm figuring it out," the smirking hatter tips his head down.

"...oh," I drop my head.

clack. claCK! cLACK!CLACK!

I can see the noisy sandles standing beside me. "Whatever it is, I'll help you through it, but for now, get some rest," he tells me, and that condescending tone is far more bearable.

"Ok," I crawl over to my bedroll and wiggle under the sheets, perfectly content with having my head where my feet should be and my feet outside the cover.

"Man. What a weirdo!" I'm sure that was the small boy talking. The next thing I hear is slap and a groan of pain.

"Stop being so rude Jinta! And go sweep the shop front with Ururu!" Oh! That was the nice man that helped me!

The children scurry off with a 'yes sir' and there's another long moment of silence.

...

Then a heavier pair of footsteps leave.

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. . .

. . .

. . .

Then finally, the set of clogs leave.

~X~

Poke. . .

Poke. . .

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jab!

"Youch!" I jolt up, cradling my forehead. I seem to be waking with a jostle quite often lately."What gives!" I turn to whom I suspected was the blonde man.

"Oh! You're up," he says, feigning a surprise that I'm not too happy with.

"Oh! Ya-think! You did just jab me in the forehead with your old man spear!" I huff, looking at the weapon that murdered my dreams. "What time is it?" I ask, when I realize the room is pretty dark.

"Early, I figured if I wanted to test you, you'd want it to be done before school, or do you not mind missing?" he peered an unreadable eye at me.

"A...are we going to find out how to get me back in my body?" I flick my eyes over to the look alike corpse.

"No, I already have a good idea how to do that," he pushes his hat further on his head.

"Really!? How!" I jump up on all fours.

"Now now, We need to figure out what you are first," he boops my nose with the cane's end. Oh man! He had a bad ass skull on the bottom! "Now lets go,"He turns from me, heading out of the room.

"Where are we going?" I get up and scurry after him. When I catch up, he still doesn't respond, instead leads me quietly through the sleeping household. I take the time to look around. They mentioned that this was a shop... I see some candy... is this a candy store? Huh... the hatter doesn't seem like a candy man. I wonder...

"What your step,"

I look forward when he speaks, just in time to feel my foot drop through some trap door.

fuck!

I fall fast, the store room snatched away for an artificial day and a sandy ground coming straight for me. I don't scream because my air is stuck at the roof of my mouth, but oh am I frightened!

OH MY GOSH I'M GONNA BUST MY SHIT!

I feel an arm tangle around me, ripping me to a halt so fast I make an 'oof' sound.

Now my descent is slow.

It's the blonde guy, and he's tucked me under his arm, facing straight ahead with an eye on me.

Gah! Why does he have to be so awesome when he's a jerk!

"Can't say I've ever had that happen," his teases, his smirk becoming far more genuine.

"Shuddup!"

Once on the ground, he sets me down I gratefully straighten my clothes."So what are these tests?" I ask. I've already had enough of them and we haven't even start!

"We need to know if your natural abilities have been enhanced at all," he answers, placing his fan between us like earlier.

"Um, ok, how?" I scratch my head.

!

CRASH!

I only become aware of what's going on when I'm mid cartwheel. What the hell? I complete the sideways handspring and land on my feet.

What just happened!?

When did he get so close! Where did he get a sword? When did I move!?

!

He's coming at me, viciously, moving so fast that my brain speeds up to follow. He's slicing away at the air I occupy, but I'm vacating even faster. Oh crap, are we moving!? We are! I'm sprinting backwards while he charges! And I don't understand a gosh darn thing. He's going faster and faster, but my body meets him and then some until he plateaus at a pace.

"What is happening!? How are you doing this? How am I doing this!" Someone help! I don't understand!

Then he stops, but my body is a little late getting the memo, and I fall onto my back.

"What the heck?" I gasp. The world seeming so simple a second ago!

"Well, you definitely got faster, "

"Faster? Did you see that? I'm amazing!" I sit up, surprisingly still full of breath. "What next?" I have to admit, I'm a bit exited to see what I can do now!

"Shall, we see about strength?" he waves his fan, and the idea of super strength gets me to smile. "Good, try moving that rock," he points to a bolder.

With a nod, I march over to the earthy dung-bell, and wrap my arms around it. It's about a foot taller than me, and about three times my width, but I'm going to give it a shot anyway.

"Nnn!" I grunt, lifting the rock from the ground. Oh gosh, a lot harder than I thought it'd be! Quickly, I put it back down, careful not to smash my toes."Well?" I huff, placing a hand on the rock for stability.

"You got it a good few six inches off the ground," He states, and I huff. "So you gained strength, just not all that much,"

"Ok... I'm done," I'd rather quit while I'm ahead.

"Alright," he allows, and I take it, even though it sounds like he's ridiculing me for giving up too early. Whatever, he's not the one doing the heavy lifting. Literally! I look around. Man, I'd gotten so turned around during the whole speed test. Where was the exit?

Waving my head, I barely catch sight of the skinny red latter."How do I get in my body again?" I ask, a chill running through me at the word 'body'. It's just creepy to think my body has been dead for so long!

"Just lay into it, it should work," he calls to my retreating back.

. . .

"Just one more thing," He stops me, but I keep my back to him. What was it?

"Your hair is black, right?" he asks and the question stiffens the follicles on my neck. I fling my body around so fast that it throws my hair into my face, and I see it.

"Is it white?" I gasp, combing my fingers through the curls that had gone fuzzy since I forgot to put them up. Oh man, my eyelashes are white too! How did I not notice? When did they change?

Forget thinking about it, I need to know, "When?" I look to the man who seems to have all the answers.

"When I was testing your speed, it slowly started changing,"

That makes sense, his vision did seem glued to my head the entire time, but not my eyes, further up, and now I know it was because of this...

"Who... are you?" I narrow my emerald orbs. How was he doing all this? Moving so fast, figuring me out. just- how?

"I'm kisuke Urahara, owner of the shop," he answers, and I have to admit it's a pretty chill response, but it doesn't quite appease me.

"How do you know so much? Who are you really? Was there something you used to be?" I take a step towards him. I need to know. I'm not sure why, but I do. Maybe its because I want to know if he's experienced this, or if he's one of those creeps that experiments on everything, or if he was just that friggin smart.

"Now now, don't you have to get ready for school?"

My eye twitches, because I do, but I'm just so curious, "Fine... don't tell me," I twirl into a sprint for the latter. I reach it quicker than I expect to and just as I place my foot on the first rung, I have an idea.

"I wonder if I can jump higher?" I ponder secretly, squirming in excitement. taking a step back, tense my legs into a squat before shoving the ground away from me.

I reach out to grab the last thing I can reach and imagine my shock when it's the rim of the trap door.

. . .

I look down at the very much far away ground.

. . .

This was cool and all, but I'm slightly worried.

I climb up before Urahara comes over to the steps.

Now, to get into my body...