Hey, everyone! Sorry, i haven't been producing chapters as quickly as i have been in the past. I am trying really hard but i don't want to rush these chapters so i'll try my best to post a chapter a week, but i can't really promise anything. I've finally figured out where i'm going with this story and have more chapters written. Thank you to all of those who have alerted, favorited, and reviewed my last chapter. Your time and consideration is truly appreciated.

I do not own either Bleach or Yu Yu Hakusho.

Also, Michael Jackson died last thursday and he truly was an inspiration to me. I don't care what he did or didn't do. His music and humanitarian efforts are something to be held in esteem. I remember first being introduced to him with the Alvin and Michael episode (Doesn't that tell you what generation i'm from :D). I truly respect him and hope that he's in a better place. I'm dedicating this chapter to MJ. May he rest in peace.

"Guests? Who would want to visit, your crazy ass!" Sayu crawled up the stairs, only to have Urahara shut the door above her.

"What the hell are you doing, you old loon! Let me out!" Sayu shouted as she pounded on the door.

"I am sorry, Ms. Urameshi, but all of my guests don't need to know of your existence just yet," came the muffled voice of Urahara.

"Bastard," Sayu huffed as she slid back down the ladder.

She stomped around before plopping down on the floor and crossing her arms like a child that hasn't gotten her way.

She grumbled as she looked around her. Boy, was she sweaty. Sayu stood, muttering things about 'crazy old coots' and 'showers'. She walked around more and more discouraged with each step.

"Crazy old coot!" Sayu growled as she made her way back to the ladder.

"Oi, angry chic!"

"I AM NOT AN ANGRY CHIC! I AM A SWEATY, DIRTY, AND PISSED OFF CHIC!" Sayu screamed at the red headed boy who hovered above the exit.

"Urahara wants you to come….how did you get up here so fast?"

"Well, while your dumb ass was talking…I climbed up the ladder, idiot," Sayu grumbled.

{Outside Urahara's Shop}

Ichigo and the others arrived at Urahara's shop, only to be lead by Yoruichi to the tea room where Urahara sat with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Ah, I see that you all made it in tip top shape!" Urahara said lightly as he motioned for the tired shinigami to take a seat.

"Tip top shape?" Hitsugaya stated while arching an eyebrow.

"We barely made it out alive!" Ichigo stated, annoyed with himself mostly.

"Mr. Kurosaki, I know you are frustrated because of that inner hollow inside of you feigning for control, but…,"

"What? Hold on a minute! You mean this guy has a hollow inside of him? And he can't control it? Why the hell are we working with him?" Yusuke shot up, glaring at Ichigo.

"Yusuke, you know better than anyone how it feels to be afraid of losing control," Kurama stated cryptically, causing Yusuke to back off a little.

"Yes, Mr. Urameshi, Ichigo has a hollow inside of him, just like Mr. Minamono has a kitsune spirit inside of him and a mazaku inside of you. It's all about mind over matter, really. The hollow hasn't consumed Ichigo yet and that's why I called all of you over tonight," Urahara stated as Yusuke relaxed.

"Look, Urahara, we both know that if you knew how to control this hollow than you would have showed me how to back then, but you didn't. So obviously, you don't know how to control my hollow," Ichigo huffed, feeling that he was wasting more and more time.

"Yes, Hitsugaya-taicho, could you, Matsumoto, and Renji please go and check on Orihime," Urahara stated with no room for argument in his voice.

"Sure," Hitsugaya muttered, not really interested in the topic of Ichigo's hollow.

"If you knew how to suppress my hollow, why haven't you taught me yet?" Ichigo growled in annoyance.

"Because I can't teach you control, Ichigo. Only someone who has experience with this sort of situation can. Am I correct, Mr. Minamono?" Urahara asked the red head in the corner.

"Yes, I can only presume that you want me to train Ichigo and teach him control?" Kurama asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes, only if you're willing," Urahara said, bowing slightly.

"Controlling a demon and a hollow can't be the same? Plus, what the hell am I going to do?" Yusuke snorted.

"I'm sure Mr. Minamono here has read up on hollows and all its sub forms and I also have a request of you, Mr. Urameshi,"

Well, i know you all wanted interaction with Yusuke and Sayu, but trust me you will get that interaction very soon. I hoped you all enjoyed it. Please review and leave any suggestions.

Also, your thoughts on the king of pop's death is welcome too. RIP MJ.