Ichigo sent a burst of dark energy at the farthest mountain, decentigrating it. He held his new Bankai out in front of him, his mask concealing his true expression. Yoruichi stood beside him, her body glowing as she sent her own blast out at the moutain beside the one he'd just destroyed. Using her Flash Cry technique, she destroyed that moutain, grinning when she glanced over to her lover. She'd gotten used to the mask; it no longer had an affect on her. Again, Ichigo called for his newest attack, Piercer of Hell. The attack itself was powerful, but when you had a vizard such as Ichigo performing with bankai, well now that was a whole different ball game. Ichigo's power had enhanced the attack, if it weren't for the uniqueness of Urahara's training room, his attack could have very well destroyed the entire place. Not to mention the fact that Ichigo had purposely been holding back. Yoruichi was there, he could allow his power much freedom for fear of her safety.
Again, Yoruichi powered heself up. In truth, she had exhausted her power long ago, fueled by only her want and desire to be near Ichigo when he was training. Who knew when Ichigo would be forced to fight to the death? It could be any moment now and Yoruichi wasn't going to waste any of that time. Damnit, this was her Ichigo! She would die before she gave up on him. Her body began to glow once more as she fought to keep her Flash Cry under her control. Her body had nothing left to fight the power hungry attack. Ichigo noticed this, setting his masculine and clawed hand on her shoulder as he turned to her. Yoruichi refused to look at him; she refused to admit that she needed a break. But Ichigo wouldn't have her wear herself out any longer. He'd felt her power decline, had been feeling the difference for hours now. He was amazed she was able to push herself so far.
"Why don't you take a break now, Yoruichi." His voice was rough, yet soft. He had complete control over his hollow self, that she could tell. "If you keep doing this, you'll kill yourself."
"I want to fight beside you, Ichigo." She stated, eyes focused on the mountain in front of her. Concentrating her power once more, she called forth her Flash Cry. Ichigo watched as the focus of his love interest shot an amazingly huge blast at the huge rock a mile away. He heard the loud crash, the rock disappearing as only rubble remained in its place. The goddess was extraordinary. And the hollow within him quite liked the determination she had. "I'll be fine." She glanced at him. Ichigo nodded, stepping back as he resumed his mastering of his attack. Pretty soon he'd have mastered it and then some, coming up with several perks for the piercer of hell. He could even combine it with piercer of the heavens. What an attack that would be; purgatory for hell itself. As if the two had already knew it was coming, Yoruichi and Ichigo flash stepped out of the way of a huge clay spire of fire and earth. The attack was amazingly brutual as it took out everything in its path. The two turned to see a smirking Kukaku with her fist wedged in the ground.
"Very nice." The fireworks expert grinned. She stood straight up, hand on her hip as she gave them her signature grin. Funny that. Yoruichi had a signature smirk, while Kukaku had her infamous grin. "I don't suppose you two would like to learn something new?" Ichigo smirked beneath his mask, walking up to her as Yoruichi followed, limply.
"So, how exactly does it work?" Yoruichi asked, raising a slinder brow as she crossed her arms over her chest. Knowing Kukaku, the attack would be simple, yet greedy. Her attacks usually required alot of spiritual control and power. Something the dark skinned goddess hadn't had at the moment.
"Like the rest of my attacks. Flex your power, control it, release it at the right moment when your fist makes its connetion with the ground. Simple if you have the power and experience to do it. For the two of you, it should be a piece of cake, but then again, you two look like you've been through hell." Kukaku laughed slightly, glancing the two up and down. Yoruichi and Ichigo turned their heads to glance each other up and down. True. Both their clothes were reduced to shreds and they were quite bloody and banged up. Yoruichi shrugged, stretching as she sighed. "Get yer asses cleaned up and then we'll start the process for the attack." Ichigo nodded, removing his mask and allowing his power to subside. He turned to his goddess, smiling gently.
"I'm gonna talk to my dad for a bit, I'll be in a few." Yoruichi nodded, leaning up to give him a quick kiss before sauntering off into the house, destination, Urahara's healing shower. "Kukaku, thanks for coming down." Ichigo smiled, turning to the proclaimed badass. "I take it you know of Achikawa?"
"Know of him?" Kukaku sneered as they took a seat beside Urahara and Isshin on the rocks near the centers entrance. "I watched him devour the soul of Lieutenant Iba and Captain Komamura. The two were the first on the scene after this Achikawa fellow broke into soul society. That bastard sucked the life from them." Her voice was ragged as she clenched her fist. Who'd of thought? Kukaku Shiba, showing despair over mercenaries from the Arc. The girl was known as a hard ass for crying out loud. Compassion wasn't something she tended to show.
"I see." Urahara said, his head hanging. "So, you've come to help then?" Kukaku nodded, lighting up a cigarette as she inhaled the smoke.
"Atomic War Head is my best attack. I figured Ichigo here would combine it with one of his attacks. Makes for one hell of a blow doesn't it?" Kukaku grinned. Ichigo nodded, then looked to his father.
"I've been wanting to ask, how are Karin and Yuzu?"
"Oh, my little darlings are fine." Isshin sighed, clasping his hands together as his eyes watered. "Their growing up so fast Ichigo, so fast! Oohh!!" Isshin sobbed, grabbing onto his son and crying into his shoulder. Ichigo glared, looking away as he set his face in a scowl. Oh, his dad could be so annyoing and embarassing!
"Well as long as their ok. Tell Yuzu not to clean too much and tell Karin to kick ass out in the field." Ichigo murmured as he stood. He frowned slightly. "Do me a favor and tell them, I love them." And with that, he disappeared into Uraharas place. Isshin watched his son for a moment, then sighed, hanging his head as his eyes narrowed.
"I wonder. If I'd have stayed in soul society and took place as a captain, would all of this be happening now?" Urahara glanced up, smirking slightly as he tossed a picture of the three of them he, Kukaku, and Isshin standing with Yoruichi.
"That would've made it easier for Yoruichi." Laughing, the three decided to do some training of their own. Meanwhile..
Yoruichi turned on the hot water, leaving the cold off as she steamed up the room. Her body was worn and tattered. She dropped the shreds of clothes she had on, pooling around her feet as they hit the ground with a slight thud. She pulled her hair loose of its pony tail, shaking it out as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. God, she looked like hell. Sighing, she slid open the door to the shower, stepping in and closing it back. The steaming water massaged her skin, causing her to sigh in pleasure as she stood beneath the shower. Her wounds all began to heal, her energy returning as fatigue washed away. Like the hot springs water, Urahara had made it so even his hot water had the same effects. She closed her eyes, thinking of the past events from the last few days she'd been training with Ichigo non stop.
He never ceased to amaze her. Never. Not once had he let her down. He'd only proved to her of how much of a great fighter, and lover, he was over the past few weeks. When she had first met him, he was a brash, stubborn kid who couldn't stand to fail at anything he did. He was naive, enough so that he would rush into battle without considering his injuries. He was stupid then, a idiot practically begging for death as he took one too many risks. And when she took him under her wing, she realized that this boy had a heart of pure gold and was even more noble than any man could ever claim to be. He did everything out of care for those he loved. It wasn't long before he became a man, right under her nose. She watched him grow; watched as he gained more intelligence and speed and strength. She watched as his body gained more manly features, much to her liking. She was attracted to him for all his features. But most of all, he was Ichigo. Her Ichigo. She wouldn't trade him for the world, or for anything else. Their love meant everything to her. She'd had enough of living life for only herself, reaching for things that kept destroying her. She was sick of envying lives of others, believing that they had what she needed. No, she had found what she needed. She couldn't explain why she had suffered all those times before when she had lived for the purpose of satisfying others. She couldn't explain why everyone else could find love, why they had it so much better than her. But now, her heart saw who truly meant everything to her. She saw who she had been striving to satisfy.
Yoruichi gasped as she felt a large, masuline had press palm flat on her lower stomach. She smiled, leaning back against Ichigo's bare, toned chest. His arms encircled her, head resting on her shoulder. She set her arms over his, laying her head back on his shoulder. She needed this, needed him. He was the only one who could ease her, set her mind straight. And likewise, Ichigo felt as if they were the only two people in the world. She had always made him feel that way. Made him feel like the only man, the only thing that mattered. His arms tightened around her as he kissed her shoulder, then her neck. He grinned when she tilted her head to the side more, mouth set in a smirk as she moaned softly. She reached up, bringing her arms around his neck. She allowed his hands to wander, one hand drifting lower over her abdomen, while the other reached up to caress and fondle her well endowed chest. Screw Achikawa and the crisis at hand, they needed each other now. Yoruichi turned to him, Ichigo's hand palming her ass as she wrapped her legs around his waist, lips crashing into his as he picked her up and held her between the shower wall and himself. All was forgotten as the two lovers filled the room with moans and grunts of pure, sheer pleasure and rapture. Nothing could compare to the way Yoruichi was feeling as Ichigo pumped himself into her again and again, harder and deeper each time. It was pure bliss. Her moans only got louder as Ichigo bestowed her with kisses and caresses, fastening his pace. This could be the last time the two spent alone together, it was best they shared their love one last time before they were forced to put their lives on the line.
After cumming for their third time, the two dried themselves off, Yoruichi seductively leading him to their bedroom as she sat back on the bed, giving him a smirk. Ichigo dropped his towel, kissing her as she pulled him down onto her. The two were lost in the heat of passion, giving and taking for the remainder of the day, and even the night.
By mid-day, Ichigo and Yoruichi walked into the training room, both looking rather refreshed and satisifed. Kukaku was out in the center of the field with Ganju. Ganju was on the ground, holding his head as Kukaku stood above him with a scowl, her fist balled. The two chuckled knowingly, turning to Urahara and Isshin.
"How long have they been at it?" Ichigo asked, casting a glance to the siblings. Isshin laughed, scratching his head. "That long huh?"
"I feel sorry for Ganju." Yoruichi chuckled, grabbing Ichigo's hand. She squeezed gently, looking up into his eyes. "Shall we?" With a nod, Ichigo and Yoruichi flash stepped out near Kukaku.
"Well if it isn't hard head." Ichigo sighed, kicking Ganju in the gut. As if he'd just attained new power, Ganju bolted up, only to jump back as he saw Ichigo's hollow mask envelop his face.
"Your getting faster kid." Kukaku complimented, tossing her cigarette aside as she looked at the orange haired ryoka. Ichigo shrugged, his bankai appearing in his hand. "No to mention learning how to conceal your power. Thats a good start. Now, lets get to learning this move."
Ganju took a seat with the other two onlookers, highly impressed at how fast they were learning his sisters moves. What surprised him most was the way Kukaku was acting toward them. He smiled slightly at the sight of his sis training the God and Goddess of Flash.
"Ichigo, try sending the blast through your bankai, then try combining it with piercer of hell and piercer of the heavens."
"If I did that, this entire place would collapse." Ichigo stated, punching the ground and creating that same clay spire Kukaku had created th eday before, but a hundred times more powerful.
"But you can combine them?" Yoruichi looked over, her body glowing as she combined Flash Cry with Atomic War Head. The attack was quite powerful; a blast the size of the sun at the tip of Yoruichi's palm, and it kept growing. She inhaled, the attack disappearing.
"Yeah, I can." Ichigo grinned, looking at Yoruichi. "I've also come up with several other moves. We'll be fine. I'll destroy Achikawa." Ichigo said confidently. Yoruichi nodded her head, in full belief Ichigo could win.
"And I've come up with a new Flash tecnique." In a flash, heh, Yoruichi was gone, yet, and after image of her smirking remained. Kukaku couldn't sense her, couldn't feel her presence at all. A hand on her shoulder caused her to turn. "Fade Step." The goddess grinned.
"Impressive." Kukaku said, turning. "While Ichigo is doing his own training, what do you say to a match, Yoruichi?"
"What are the stakes?"
"I win; you owe me a drink." Kukaku cracked her knuckles, stretching as she stared down Yoruichi. Nodding, Yoruichi stood in her fighting stance, looking over at Ichigo. Ichigo nodded, flash stepping off into the canyon.
"And if I win, you owe me some milk." And the two were clashing, The Goddess of Flash, Shunshin and Shunko master Yoruichi clearly had the upper hand as Fireworks expert and stoic badass Kukaku held up a great fight. And the best part of it all; they were getting stronger by the minute.
A/N: And there you have chapter 16, where Ichigo learns new moves and as you can tell, they all get stronger. This is the last training chapter, the battle with Achikawa begins next mwahahaha. Long battle though, lasts quite a few chapters, on and off battles, etc. Long weekend, written on a sunday. For some odd and strange reason, even though I have these chapters mapped out, I just couldn't seem to get a start. I had writers block, still kinda do, so if this chapter sucks, you know who, or rather, what to blame. Not me, writers block. Damn it to hell, eh? We all know writers block sucks, it bites our asses and stings us. Delaying our updates and whatnot, how dare it. Right? Am I right? HOW DARE YOU WRITERS BLOCK! YOU SUCK! GO CHOKE ON A DILDO WOULD YOU!!! There, I got my frustrations out, now, R&R Pwease :3