Haven't updated in forever, forgive me. Forgive me also for any idiocy, inaccuracy, and general lack of humour.
Urahara-san smiled wider, if that was possible, slightly lowering his fan to expose his grin. "Oh, Ururu! Could you come down here a minute?" he yelled up at the hole in the floorboards of his house. A meek, black-haired girl appeared at the top of the ladder almost immediately. She scrambled down as fast as she could.
"Yes, Urahara-san, sir." she replied humbly.
He smiled, and waved at the little girl. "Today we have to train another silly teenager."
"Yes, sir."
"What kind of a dumb insult is 'silly'? Tatsuki interrupted, no one paid her any mind.
"It's that girl over there, but she specializes in hand-to hand combat, so I'm going to give her some extra armour, OK?" Urahara-san explained.
"Yes sir." The girl replied once more and scurried off to some corner or other. Tatsuki just stared at the blond man like he was crazy. Which wasn't very unlikely at all, to be honest. Ururu came back with three polka dotted semicircles, one of which was definitely a helmet, and a bunch of things that looked like blue plastic.
"The first stage of training: you must fight Ururu." spoke Urahara-san.
"What?"
"The first step of the first stage" Urahara-san singsonged, "Is to kill you!" he finished off still semi-singing with no malice in his voice, stabbing his blunt cane through her body, separating her body from her soul, being held by a chain to her body.
"W-what" she asked weakly in a mild state of fear.
"Now put on this armour~!"
"It doesn't stay on!"
"Say 'in the name of justice, peace, and friendship. Armor activate!"
"HELL no."
Urahara-san shrugged, "your choice."
Tatsuki looked uneasy "Will it hurt?" she asked.
"Oh, it will kill" Urahara-san responded calmly.
"Well, shit!"
"There are children present!"
"In the name of justice, peace, and friendship! Armour Activate!" Tatsuki yelled. Urahara burst out laughing.
"Works... every.. time!" he gasped between peals of laughter. Tatsuki would have gone to beat him up right then and there but Ururu, who apparently had power to kill was about to kick her upside the head. Tatsuki dodged the flying child relatively easily. She was strong, but she was also agile. Ichigo's style was just pure pummelling, no style involved. Tatsuki aimed to land a punch on the girl, but the girl was already behind her. Seeing this pattern repeated a few times, while in easy access to dodge, she threw a bluff punch in front of her, kicking behind her in a spinning motion. It barely hurt Ururu's helmet. Urahara-san blew a whistle, signifying the end of the fight.
"Next task!"
"Can't I have a breather?"
"Nope~!" he exclaimed cheerfully. "Do you know what this is?" he asked her, pointing at the chain. She shook her head. "It's a soul chain. If the soul chain is cut, then the person is dead. They become unable to return to their bodies, making them ghosts, and their bodies corpses." he continued. Tatsuki didn't know exactly how that all related, but it couldn't be good. It wasn't. "Drink this!" Urahara-san exclaimed again, basically pouring some weird liquid down her throat. Then he pulled a long blade out of his cane and snapped the chain in half.
"What the hell?" Tatsuki yelled. The ground opened up under her and she fell, well, a long ways. The tall shop assistant was there and all of a sudden long black tendron-things embedded with sticks came of of nowhere and imprisoned her. "WHAT THE HELL?" she yelled again, "Holy shit, what are these things?" she continued, seeing the creepy chains sprouting mouths.
"At the end of 3 days you will either become a hollow, or a shinigami. You have to climb out of there."
"My hands are restrained!"
"Exactly~!"
"Go burn in hell."
"Oh, but I've already been sent to heaven!" Tatsuki would have stopped to wonder about what he just said if she hadn't heard the munching sounds of the chain slowly, or not so slowly, receding. She let out a string of curses at Urahara-san, at Ichigo, and weird barrier assistant guy. Mostly she was just trying to let out her anger so she could focus on a way out. She couldn't punch the floor or the wall or something, since she was restrained, so she used her voice. Calling Urahara-san those names felt strangely satisfying, and after she almost lost her voice, she began to think of a way. She tried to get barrier-assistant dude to give her a tip, but he was more quiet than Sado-kun. Heck, she could just call him quiet-dude.
Two days passed, and they wouldn't even give her food. She was running out of time, and she was hungry. "How the hell am I supposed to put up against this thing while having no nutrition!" she called to Urahara-san who had come to check on their progress.
"Spiritual beings don't require nutrition. If you become a Shinigami, it won't matter. And if you become a hollow neither, since we will kill you."
Well that came as a surprise. Urahara being serious. She didn't want to argue, his tone said that arguing would do nothing for her. She had gotten over panicking hours ago. Well, she thought it was hours, but she couldn't know for sure. The fake sky was above her all day and night, never changing. She let out a gruelling scream of rage, trying to fuel herself into breaking the restraints.
"Shut up stupid girl!" yelled the red-haired boy who had watched her "fight" with Ururu.
"Shut up yourself, brat! You haven't been in here!"
"You're the brat! And I have!"
"What?"
"Shut up." he stuck his tongue out at her and then walked away.
"Stupid brat, but, he's a shinigami?" she wondered internally. Her chest started to hurt, more than it had before. There were two links left on the chain. Shit. She had to become a shinigami, NOW! Shit. Shinigami, Shinigami, shinigami. One link left. Oh Fuck. She would just give up then and there, but she wasn't going to die, Ichigo made it, so will she. Hell, even red-head kid made it. .! she repeated it as a mantra in her head. She knew she wouldn't make it. She screamed aloud, a gruelling, chest-wracking scream of someone who had seen everyone die, of a soul who was about to become a monster.
"Why is it that you aim to become a shinigami?" a voice asked her from somewhere around the white blankness she stood in all of a sudden. Not a familiar voice, but she had no time to waste.
"To save Orihime. And Ichigo. And never let them be lost to me.." she said, more quietly than usual. With lost conviction.
"You can become a shinigami, but you must be determined to do anything for it. It sounds as if you have lost your determination."
"Hell No. I'll never lose that! I WILL become a shinigami!" she yelled, all hope coming back into her voice. The voice laughed, and she was back in the hole. Quiet-dude's eyes went wide, and he moved his hands from the sign which had held the restraints. To Tatsuki's surprise and ecstasy, she shot up into the air, and out of the hole. She noticed a few things right away. First, that her clothes were different, second, that she wasn't hungry or tired any more, and third, that she was holding a katana.