"So basically you want a gigai that will hide you completely? What does Massaki think of this? Are you sure you want to go through with this Isshin-kun?"
"Yeah Urahara, Massaki wouldn't understand, what can I say, she is so into me she doesn't really care for understanding, she just wants Isshin love"
"Liar, she constantly berates you. What can we say; we souls just aren't used to dealing with the real world and its issues"
"Ain't that the truth. Now when is the gigai going to be ready?"
"It already is. I had a feeling you would be coming to me shortly."
"You always were a clever bastard, two steps ahead of everyone," Urahara smiled and raised his familiar fan to hide his face. He felt like the pit of his stomach had plummeted ten feet below the ground, why did he feel like this! Everything he did was for the greater good, and so what if he told Zaraki to become a captain in the Gotei 13, explaining he could only become that by killing the previous captain. And so what if he, Urahara, had told Zaraki to challenge the deceased 11th division captain, just because it was Isshin's best friend in the whole of Seretei. And so what if Urahara knew this would cause Isshin to leave Soul Society, want a gigai that completely hid his reiatsu, thus sealing away his powers as a shinigami and rendering him as near to human as possible for souls. It was all for the greater good, a better tomorrow, the lives of a few to save the lives of thousands. Urahara swallowed and hardened his resolve, he had to do this, make the choices others couldn't possibly be strong enough to make. It was time to track down a hollow that could carry out a task, just had to wait for the boy to be born.
Opening his eyes Urahara wiped his brow; bloody dreams of the past wouldn't let him be in peace. He looked around his room and knew escape was easy, yet he had made a deal and was going to honour it. The Avatar had come for him, who was Urahara to argue.
Shinji and Hiyori stood on the Cliffside overlooking Karkura town. The former stood peering into the town intently, much like a hawk watching keenly for its prey. The latter however stood arms crossed tapping her foot impatiently, it was obvious she didn't want to be there. "What the fuck are you looking for you blond prick!"
"I never asked you to come you little bitch!" Shinji turned to confront her over her attitude but wished he hadn't, he sandal made contact with his face leaving an angry red imprint. "I was trying to sense Kurosaki from here! I thought it might be easier from outside the city"
"Why the fuck are you worrying about that dickhead for, Ichigo doesn't want to come back then screw it, we should move on. We have to prepare, our skills are getting rusty"
"Talk about yourself, mine are as sharp as ever. And I said Kurosaki, not Ichigo!"
"What the hell is the difference? Call him whatever you want, the orange haired bastard is still the same!" Shinji let out a sigh of frustration, "you are so dense! I am looking for Isshin Kurosaki. Was hoping maybe he could shed some light on the whole Urahara thing."
"Why look for that has been, he got his knickers in a twist over some guy being stronger than his gay-boy lover. Someone like that is useless to us; he is nothing but a weak ass"
"Want to say that to my face?" The voice came from behind them, tuning Hiyori saw Isshin standing there in his shinigami robes, she had never met him in person before but had heard rumours. "Yeah I said you are a weak ass, faggot!" Isshin looked at her with a raised eyebrow before chuckling, "and you are nothing but a spoilt brat. Hoy Shinji how are you?" Isshin turned to the tall man, completely ignoring the small girl who was red in the face and sticking up rude hand gestures. "Not too bad, long time Kurosaki. Where have you been?"
"Oh here and there, noticed someone trying to get a lock on me so thought I'd take a walk out here and find out who it was. What can I help you with?"
"You have any information on Kisuke's disappearance?" Kurosaki made a comical 'o' with his mouth, an exaggerated clutch of his heart and a look of complete, yet obviously fake, surprise on his face. "He has disappeared?"
"Oh drop it, you suck at acting, so spill what you know," Isshin dropped the act and looked at them, a wry smile gracing his lips. He shrugged, and it was obvious they weren't going to get anything more from him. Hiyori, who was struggling to keep her anger at bay since the brat comment, snapped. She formed her hollow mask and released her spiritual pressure, "you will tell us everything you know dung breath or I will kill you!" Isshin didn't seem to move yet in an instant he was gone, could a flash step really be that fast? Hiyori paused; anger welled up inside of her and frustration. "You pussy bitch Shinigami, come back and fight!"
"Who said I have run away, you just can't keep up," Hiyori turned and spotted Isshin stood near Shinji. He had a raised eyebrow and a smugness that all but shone from him. "You dickhead!" She charged again, this time he made no attempt to flee, no visible attempt to defend himself, he just stood perfectly still, his face displaying no panic whatsoever. She swung her sword and it made contact, yet not with his body as she imagined, just with air. He had solidified his Reiatsu into a barrier around himself, an impressive talent and manipulation that not many people could do, hardly any to this degree. His face changed, he was annoyed now and frustrated. "God you are such a little brat, go away child I have no time to play. Your skills are impressive yet you haven't come close to your peak, you should train instead of chasing ghosts." He turned to Shinji when he said the last part, it was obvious he wasn't going to help them in the quest for searching for Urahara. "You twat, that's why we need him, he can help us unlock our potential! He is the only one that can help us, we aren't strong enough for the coming storm, he can give us the power we need to save everyone!"
"If you cannot save yourself you cannot protect anyone! You are pathetic and weak, you rely on others to give you power, you don't even have the courage to obtain it yourself, you will fail!" His Reiatsu poured from him as his anger grew, it took a great deal from Hiyori to stay upright, it was overwhelming. How could a shinigami have so much power? Aizen was an exception; he had somehow advanced far beyond the power limits that even the greatest Shinigami in history had obtained, but this man was obscure. He had never excelled, it was an obvious assumption he had obtained Bankai, he was an ex-captain but besides that he hadn't any amazing attributes that turned up in the annuls of history. Yet here he was dwarfing a Vizard with his soul pressure, was the whole family messed up? Hiyori felt her breath ease up but before she could mutter any insult to hurl at Isshin he was gone, leaving a stunned Hiyori and an amused Shinji behind. "Phew you really don't know how to get on with people do you?" Shinji got a sandal across the face for pointing out the obvious.