AN: Thanks for the reviews, much appreciated. So, I wrote a lot actually, and this is the other part of it. Forgive any OOCness, I'm not good at making a serious Yoruichi. Hope you like and please R&R.

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Fire.

It burned.

It cackled in joy.

It washed around everything.

Pain everywhere, never ending.

Ashes float from a dark sky, distant, unreachable.

Orange and red edged the horizon, so close, just… one… more….

Karin shot up like a bullet, underarms damp with sweat. Pressing her hands to her temples, nerves registered a burning heat. She gasped, taking her fingers from the hot skin. What was that? She wondered numbly, staring at her thin fingers. It felt like her skin was…on fire, literally. No, that wasn't possible, she probably just broke a fever or something, after all the fight with the hollow had weakened…

The fight with the hollow! Reaching to her right bicep, Karin felt thick bandages covering the throbbing wound. At least it had stopped bleeding. Now where was that pesky shopkeeper….

"Finally awake, I see," a familiar voice spoke from the doorway. "Wow, is it hot in here? I'll have to speak with Tessai about repairing the AC." The blond fanned himself as heat washed over him. "Oh, I see you like my handiwork, I'm flattered." Urahara hid behind his fan mock bashfully.

The wounded teen glanced at her bicep, numbly realizing she was wearing only a wrap around her chest. "I was only injured on my arm…" she trailed off, drowsy mind finally connecting. "You little pervert!"

A shriek could be heard throughout the shop, no one knew who's it was though.

Tessai winced from his position at the counter. A crash quickly followed, the big man flinched again. Apparently his friend had gotten himself in another fix. Leaving his place, the huge ex shinigami rushed to the back room, hoping to stop a murder. Again.

"Calm…down…Kurosaki," Kisuke gasped out, speech being impeded by the girl strangling him. "Yoruichi…did it." The onslaught didn't stop, another knee to the groin. "Tessai," the man whimpered, eyes rolling to his companion.

Sighing, the bigger man plucked the child off his friend. She didn't struggle, just glared at the blond panting on the floor. Luckily, a skirt still covered her lower half, making the situation a little less awkward. "Your friends are perverts," he heard the captive grumble.

Tessai sighed dejectedly. "I know." Yoruichi came in at that moment, not even bating an eye at her comrade still whimpering on the floor, clutching, what he considered, to be a vital part of the male body. "I'll go make something to eat, you must be hungry," the big man suggested, dropping Karin.

Yoruichi beamed happily at her friend's words, allowing him to leave for the kitchen. Turning back to her two other companions, the woman finally seemed to notice the man curled up on the floor. "Get up Kisuke, now's not the time to be playing around." A moan was all she got. "Fine, I'll talk to her, wimp." Grumbling, the purple haired female turned to Karin, brow arched.

The teen scowled. "What?" she demanded.

"First things first," Yoruichi stated calmly. "Let's get your reiatsu under control. Hopefully you'll do better than your brother." The kid still couldn't control his.

Karin stared at the woman warily. "What are you talking about? What's reiatsu?" These people were weird, Kisuke she'd gotten used to, his friends…not so much.

Delicate brows furrowed. "Has Ichigo told you anything?" A shrug in response. "That little idiot," the were-woman growled exasperatedly. "With the amount of reiatsu you have, you'd think he would have sent you to us a long time ago. But it doesn't matter. You still need some form of training." Another shrug from Yoruichi, an air of nonchalance around her.

Back stiffened, an angry voice spoke. "Who said I want training?" it demanded.

"You do want to protect Karakura town from the hollows, don't you?" Yoruichi asked, eyes narrowed. "Why else have you been patrolling?"

Karin scowled. "I don't patrol, those monsters keep coming after me, I'm just making sure they don't hurt anybody. Ichigo's the hero in this town, not me." It was true, for all her brother tried to hide his activities, his sister knew what he was and what he did…and the fact he couldn't see anymore.

Yellow eyes narrowed dangerously. "He was, Ichigo was the best I've seen for a while. He had a purpose and he was strong. You might never equal up to him, but your close and this town needs a new protector while he's out of action. I don't care if you don't want to, I won't force you. But I do want you to learn to control that power of yours….Don't deny it, anyone with an ounce of spiritual awareness can sense the reiatsu coming off you." Karin's mouth clicked shut. "You want to protect your family?" A nod. "Then control that power of yours and that will do worlds of good. Right now, you're the main attraction for the hollows, you're the one bringing dozens to this town."

Several beats of silence fell between the two. Yoruichi waited, she had made her point and she'd stick by it. The kid had so much potential, and, being a cat, Yoruichi wanted to see what would come of it, curious. (Kisuke would say it'd kill her someday, then he'd have a dent in his face for a week.)

Besides, if another big attack came, Orihme, Chad and the others wouldn't be able to handle it. With the amount of reiatsu coming from the girl in front of her, the ex captain knew the kid could kick whoever it is to next week and back again. If she was trained.

"Ok," a mutter reached the waiting ears of Yoruichi. A slow smile spread across her face, more like a Cheshire cat than ever. "But," Karin started warningly. "You can't tell Ichi-nii."

Yoruichi snorted derisively. "That's a given, kitten." An eye roll at the nickname, and she continued. "Now, I'm Yoruichi-sensei and your lessons start now." And without warning, the woman pounced.