With the day the orange haired teen had, he didn't think it could get worse. Oh how wrong he was.
Walking in the front door of his families home, his father come out of nowhere with a flying kick to the left side of his face. He slammed back first into the wall leaving a mark that his body had been there.
"You're late," he started, with a cocky smirk on his face, "dinner in this house is a seven o'clock sharp."
Climbing out of the wall he was knocked into, his head held low to cover his own smirk. "Old man," raising his head to reveal all his features. His brown eyes started to get a blue glow to them. His father has seen that look before and an audible 'gulp' was heard. "You're in for it now."
Even in his current state he had control, mostly. So moving as fast as humanly possible, not to raise suspicion from his sisters, he rushed Isshin. Right hand cocked back, while his dad was backing away slowly.
"Ichigo, that's enough my little protector," he heard his mother say from behind him. She placed a hand on his shoulder, and almost instantly calmed down.
From nearby she heard one of her daughters chime in, "Mom you're no fun, besides dad started it. I say he had what was coming to him."
"Karin, you know your brother could hurt your father badly when he gets carried away," Masaki calmly spoke.
"Oh thank you Masaki, thank you," the instigator was thankful and was practically bowing at his wife's feet.
"Isshin, Karin is right," the woman started, "imagine what would happen if I wasn't here right now."
The man went pale at the image he got. His son had trained for three years non stop, while they claimed to be teaching him at home.
Flashback:
Three years into the training and Ichigo was on par if not better than Isshin with Zanjutsu. In the unreleased state Ichigo was pushing his father back almost effortlessly. It was the first time the man had seen that look in his sons eyes.
"Ichigo?" the man was hesitant, he'd never seen a look quite like the one he was getting now. "Are you alright?"
His answer came pretty quick when his son moved to fast for even the former captains to see. Next thing Isshin knew, he had a shallow cut across his torso. More specifically from his left should down, diagonally.
Before the man could do anything else he was covered in shallow cuts. The next thing he seen was a barrier placed around Ichigo, his only thought then was 'I sure am glad...Tessai...is around.' then passed out.
End flashback:
Masaki quietly giggled at this. While her oldest daughter, Karin, bust out in a fit of laughter. Yuzu, the youngest, stared on in concern for her dad.
Ichigo on the other hand just left the room, however he had to say something before he went to his room. "Dad, when you get your head on straight, again, we need to talk." Then like that he was gone, leaving his sisters to wonder while his mother knew.
(Kisuke's Shop)
The shop owner was sitting in his private room, where he did research. He spent a good bit of his spare time in there, when the shop wasn't open or when he was training Ichigo. He caught a glimpse of a black cat that looked very familiar too him.
"Ah, Yoruichi, how can I help you this evening," the former captain now exile asked.
"I'm wondering about the progress of the young man you've been training, along side Isshin," the cat spoke in a rather gruff manly tone.
"Well what exactly would you like to know?" the shop keeper quirked a brow to his friend.
"The four basics for every Soul Reaper, if he has Shikai and extensively Bankai, stuff along those lines," the feline informed, point blank.
"Ah yes, he's rather exceptional with Zanjutsu. He's definitely no master of flash step or speed, period. He's alright with Hakuda, and forgot Kido altogether." the shop owner paused a moment to let the information sink in, "As far as his Zanpakuto goes, he has Shikai. He could also improve on controlling his spiritual pressure."
"Oh, I see...so he needs a woman's touch after all," she joked with the man. Well not entirely, they both knew the cat was right.
"Hey now, no need to rub it in." Kisuke claimed, in an almost whiny tone.
(Elsewhere)
In a secret location known to very few. Secluded and hidden from Humans, Soul Reapers, and Hollows alike.
A group of eight uniquely different individuals were hidden within. Each passed their down time with something only they enjoyed themselves. Except for the two that always argued.
"What'd ya' call me dumbass?" a girl that looked like she was in junior high asked. She was wearing what looked like a red track suit, with white stripes down the sleeves and pant legs of the suit. Thong styled flip flops, and a sword that resembled a Katana strapped on her back. The hilt peeking over her right shoulder.
"You heard me, sharp tooth..." and with that the girl kicked up her sandal. Holding it in her right hand, she then proceeded to smack the man who insulted her repeatedly in the face.
The man in question stands at five foot nine and a half inches. Shoulder length blonde hair with bangs that hang just above his eyebrows. He was wearing an orange button up shirt with a black and white tie. Black dress type pants and tan dress shoes.
"Shinji, Hiyori, that's enough. We have something else we need to talk about right now," another female said. She was in a school uniform, although she didn't attend school. It was a white button up, the cuffs on the sleeves were dark blue with a white strip in the center. A piece of cloth that resemble a ribbon was loosely tied around her neck, and a dark blue skirt. She also wore knee high black socks.
"You're right as usual Lisa, and I'm sure you are most interest in the topic," the blonde male, now known as Shinji, hinted. He knew of her interest and her human like curiosity after a hundred years. However with the suggestion he was smack by Hiyori again.
"Alright, lets go. I want the others opinion," the now identified Hiyori said. Then grabbed Shinji by the collar of his shirt and dragged him along.
With that the group of eight started their discussion. It lasted hours, and it really did pique Lisa's interest.