Ichigo staked his zanpackuto into the ground, cracking his knuckles and back as he stretched. He gave a sour face t his surroundings. He'd trained so long to control the hollow within him that he was becoming rather sick of training. This though, things were different. His attention adverted to the dark skinned woman a few feet in front of him. He eyed her with a smile as she stretched, removing her over shirt and tying her long purple locks back into her signature pony-tail. It had been a while since the two trained together, Ichigo could only imagine how it would be now that they were actually together. She no longer needed to force herself upon him.
"I know I'm no match for you, but I'm not holding back Ichigo." Yoruichi smirked, narrowing her eyes at him. Ichigo returned her smirk with a matching grin, getting into a fightning stance. In a flash, the two lovers were punching, kicking, and dodging. Urahara and Isshin stood from the entrance of the room, smirking as they watched the two train. They had to admit, their speed was magnificent. It had increased alot since the last time they saw them. Yoruichi twisted around, jabbing Ichigo in the back with her knee. She flipped off of him, blocking as he brought his leg up for a kick. Her eyes began to glow, and Ichigo knew she was getting serious.
"You said no holding back, Yoruichi." His tone was mocking as his own eyes started glowing. she charged, electricity swirling around her fist as she made contact with his gut. The orange haired boy doubled over slightly.
"And I'm not going too." The goddess sneered. If they were going to defeat Achikawa, they couldn't afford to go easy on one another during training. Ichigo made a swift move unseen by Yoruichi. The only thing she registered was the pain in her back, followed by a quick jab to her stomach. She refrained from doubling over like he did, and instead came around with a round house kick, nailing Ichigo in the face. The force of the kick sent him flying, and she flash stepped after him, her foot meeting his back as she kicked him into the air. "Ichigo, quit holding back!" Yoruichi yelled as she came up after him. Ichigo's eyes snapped open as he dodged her, grabbing her arm and pulling her back against him.
"I don't want to hurt you." He murmured. She growled, twisting and reversing their position as she held his arm behind his back.
"No, but unless we get stronger, we'll die." Ichigo nodded, breaking away as he made contact with the ground. Yoruichi did the same, standing across from him. Ichigo held his hand over his face, while Yoruichi held her fist out to the side. Energys clashed as Ichigo's face was enveloped within a mask, his aurora changing. Yoruichi concetrated her power, lightning striking around her as her aurora also changed. Two words left the goddess's lips.
"Flash Cry." In a burst of light, the lovers clashed, repeatedly. Yoruichi constantly being driven into the ground by his attacks. She put up a decent fight though. Collapsing to her knees, Yoruichi shook slightly. Using Flash Cry was never easy on her body. Ichigo removed his mask, quickly kneeling beside her. She laid back, breathing heavily.
"This is why I held back." He said, tearing off a piece of his long black jacket and tying it around the cut on her arm. She shrugged, sitting up slightly.
"No pain, no gain." She smirked. Ichigo lent in and placed his lips on hers. This was the best part about training with Yoruichi. She was open, and even before they were together, she would pounce on him and basically try to rape him, in a sense anyway. She didn't deny wanting him, she never had. And she certainly never will. Ichigo was desirable in every sense of the word! And likewise, Ichigo could say the same thing about her. Even now, clothes torn, scruffy hair, and all banged up, she looked sexy to him. There wasn't a thing that could make this woman any less attractive. Clapping soon reached their ears as they both broke apart and turned to see Urahara and Isshin walking towards them.
"Impressive." Urahara grinned, tapping his cane twice on the ground. Yoruichi sighed, standing with Ichigo. "Although, we didn't mean training in that way." He said, refering to the lust and desire in the couples eyes. Ichigo grunted, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked to the ground.
"Yeah, whatever." He mumbled, giving a discrete, "Hmph."
"Theres nothing to be ashamed of son," Isshin grinned, taking a small step towards Ichigo and his favorite cat. "theres nothing wrong with a little bit of excerise in between punches." The perverted man wiggled his eyebrows, earning a fist in the face. That brought a whole knew meaning to knuckle sandwich. Feeling tortured enough, Yoruichi dropped her hands to her side.
"So, why did you two idiots interfere?" A small, subtle sigh left Urahara as he unsheathed his concealed zanpackuto. Isshin merely stood aside, his hands in his pockets. Yoruichi's eyes widened in realization. "You can't be serious, Kisuke!" Ichigo narrowed his eyes.
"We have no other choice Yoruichi. He has to learn it. Its the only way." Urahara stated, eyes glaring into Yoruichi's. Not good. Ichigo hated the feeling of being left out. He grunted, throwing his hands in the air.
"Hey! Don't talk around me! I'm right here!" The teen shouted. If anything annoyed him, it was the thought of being left out. They were talking about him so he had a right to know just what the hell they were going on about. "Whats the only way?"
"Piercer of Hell." Yoruichi murmured, looking down. Ichigo glanced back at her, narrowing his eyes more. He turned his questioning gaze to Urahara.
"The Piercer of Hell. Opposite to your Bankai's attack Piercer of Heaven." Taking a few steps, Urahara turned, lifting his zanpackuto in the air. "Unlike any other attack you've learned, this one requires the use of your inner-hollow. Your Vizard, shall we say. When in basic form, which is only your mask, I'm assuming you know that." Ichigo gave a nod. "The attack is concentrated from your dark power. When your in your full Vizard form, the attack takes more than just a simple furrow of power."
"So, your saying I'll need to be in full control of my power at all times." Urahara nodded, smiling. Finally, they were on the same page! "Kinda like concentrating my power into that sphere at Kukaku's." Ichigo said absentmindly.
"Exactly like that, except, this time, your concentrating that power throughout your body and into your Bankai." Ichigo understood perfectly as he withdrew his sword from the ground a few feet ahead of them. Yoruichi and Isshin stepped aside, watching as Ichigo shifted into Vizard form once more. Ichigo raised his zanpackuto.
"Bankai." No sooner than the words left his lips, a bright light bursted out, Ichigo's Bankai looked alot different. not only was the blade slightly longer, the hilt was wrapped in a red lace lining. There were two, metal spikes coming out of the tip of the hilt where the blade ran. At the other end, poker like spike resided. It was a rather impressive modification, Yoruichi thought. She hid the smirk on her face. Boy, was she proud of her man. Slowly, Ichigo did as Urahara instructed. Several movements of his sword and a small chant resulted in black and red rain rising from the ground-up. The air changed once more as realms shifted. Isshin felt a small sweat drop appear on his head, goose bumps breaking out over his skin.
"This is.." Yoruichi said breathlessly as she stepped back. The rain began swirling around Ichigo, absorbing itself into him, then flowing into the blade. Urahara clapped his hands together.
"Piercer of Hell." He remarked, watching as Ichigo powered down, removing his mask. "You won't need to say the small chant. Just do the movements like so with Zangestu and push out the power you have. You'll need to improve your skill though. Keep working with that attack, you'll have it mastered sooner than you think."
Ichigo nodded his head, staking his zanpackuto back into the ground as he tore off his jacket and shirt.
"Well, in order to do that, I'll need to enhance everything else. My speed, strength, power... Lets get back to training, Yoruichi." He smirked, assuming a stance. Yoruichi stood for a moment, marveling at him. He was getting stronger, each passing second somehow. With Urahara and Isshin with them, the four began their immense training under both Yoruichi and Urahara's guidance. They were running out of time. Soon, very soon, Achikawa was bound to sense Ichigo's spiritual pressure. And Ichigo would be damned if he wasn't going to be ready for him. Ichigo watched as Yoruichi went in for a punch. He saw the spark in her, her golden eyes held a strong sense of determination. He would get stronger, they all would. But most importantly, he would for her.
A/N: Ichigo's learned a new move, impressive eh? He's a fast learner, now he just needs to perfect it, of course. And its thanks to Kohryu for helping me with ideas :3 R&R Pwease!