Stopping Ichigo before he opened the door, he'd give the boy a small bow. "I held us up. I'll take the brunt of it." Handing his bag over, Sensara would move to open the door to see a foot before his eyes. It was clear by the look Isshin had that his body wasn't expected to be in the way, but a hand on the side of Isshin's leg saw him suddenly swinging around them and into the wall. As Isshin slid down the wall, he'd step aside to let Ichigo in as he stayed outside.
"Apologies for holding him up, but I stopped us to honor the dead." Watching Isshin dust himself up, he'd say, "I was going to chastise him for being late, but if you insist on it being your fault, then I guess you can man the clinic tonight while I get an early night's rest." Putting his hands on Sensara's shoulders, he'd say, "On another note, you have good form." Slipping under his arm, he'd say, "If you try and wake me up with a surprise attack, I'll steal one of your bones." With that, he'd close the door behind him, locking Isshin out.
Later That Night
Finally closing the clinic, he'd wave goodbye to the young boy, picking up medicine for his parents. Going to lock the door, he'd stop as he felt it. Feeling the wards he had placed around the house ring out in his mind, he'd know that it has begun. Locking the door, he'd move to turn the lights off and head upstairs. Hearing her muttering to herself as he approached Ichigo's door, he'd knock before opening it up. Knocking lightly on the wall, he'd try to get Ichigo's attention. Seeing him take his earbuds out, he'd say, I can't find your father, so I'm telling you. I've closed the clinic, and I'm going to run to the store quickly. You have my number written down if you or the others need anything." Looking over at the rather small intruder that Ichigo could not see, he'd stare at her as he pulsed his reiatsu. Alerting her to his presence almost immediately. "Don't stay up too late. You don't want your father crawling out of the ceiling or something just to get on your case." Maintaining eye contact, he'd motion his head away as he closed the door and began to head downstairs. Grabbing the key he had been given, Sensara would grab a light jacket and stepped outside, locking the door behind him. Tapping the handle twice, one of his barrier seals would activate, a faint shimmer surrounding the house. Turning around, he'd see the girl standing before him.
"You can see me?" "Yes, and I can also tell this is your first time." "How?" "You didn't notice the multiple sources of reiatsu coming from this house and instead stayed glued to your phone. I swear today's generation… " Shaking his head, he'd pocket his keys as he walked around her. "Where are you going?" "To buy a Twinkie." "Why?" "Why don't you come along to find out?"
Thirty Agonizing Minutes Of Unnecessary Exposition Later
Putting his head in his hands, he'd pay the clerk as he ended up buying a small bottle of Tylenol alongside a Twinkie that looks like no one has touched it in a decade. Pocketing the painkillers, he'd swing the bag in his hand as he began to walk back to the clinic. Turning to his left, he'd stare at the shinigami that had pulled out a sketchpad and pen from who knows where and began to explain just about everything to him. "Kid, please stop. You've given me a migraine with this." "Hey! I am not a kid!" "No, you're right. You're a fucking gremlin! Now, please stop talking for two minutes." He'd grit that out through his teeth, knowing he shouldn't be yelling at this time of the night. Stopping, he'd bang his head against the wall for several moments, needing to reduce intense feelings of annoyance before continuing the conversation. Letting out a breath soon enough, he'd pull out the bottle and pop a pill into his mouth, swallowing it easily enough. "Are you done?" Staring at the girl to see her arms crossed, he'd say, "Yes, a mild concussion to really calm a guy down," sarcastically. "Now, first things first, don't quit your day job." "What? I can't just quit." "What? No, it's a saying, a turn of phrase." "Oh." "Yeah, now, onto the second point. You just spent thirty minutes telling me everything I already knew. There is so much more that could've been done in that time that we will never get back." … Well, at least you got to see my masterful skills." "Oh, hun, I would never question your artistic skills…" He'd see her smile at what seemed to be a compliment before he added, "To your face." The look of shock almost made the last thirty minutes worth it. "Now, this all started because of a question that you never answered. Why did you enter the house?" Seeing her stop, he'd facepalm as he realized that she had truly forgotten her task before suddenly sprinting off. Walking after her back to the clinic, he'd mutter to himself, "And apparently, she forgot how to shunpo, too."
Back at the house, he'd see her slumped against a wall, a rather sizeable hollow attempting to smash its way into the clinic, held back by a translucent barrier, his barrier. Walking past her as she began to stir, he'd turn to her with a smile as he said, "You wanted to know why I bought a Twinkie, right?" Twirling the bag in his hand, he'd manage to pick up speed with it until, like a spinning rock, he'd sling it. As the bag impacted the side of the hollow's head, it'd lurch to the side and fell over. "From what Ichigo has told me, "Those Twinkies have been in that store for as long as he could remember. Untouched for years, you can only imagine how hard they'd become. It's like throwing a concrete block at someone." He'd turn back to her to see her flabbergasted, perhaps by the strength of his throw or perhaps his logic. Truly, it could've been both for all he cared.
Watching her try to stand, he'd see her fail, taking a step to place his arm under hers to keep her from falling to the ground. "Kid, why don't you stay seated? It's alright now." "No…" She'd say weakly, "You can't kill it with that. You need to use a zanpakutō to purify it." "Yeah, and?" He'd raise an eyebrow at her as if to say, 'So what?' Raising her blade, she'd say, "I can give you some of my power. It'll allow you to beat that thing." Smiling down at her, he'd place his hand on the top of the blade. "Hey, kid…" He'd stop, "You know, I never asked for your name." "oh, It's Rukia, Rukia Kuchiki." "Well, Kuchiki-san, I would greatly prefer if you didn't discount my capability just yet. Just sit, and watch. Amazing things will happen." Pushing her blade down, he'd set her down as he moved back to the street as the hollow began to lift its body.
"Tsk, tsk, a naughty hollow like you. You thought yourself to be a scary monster, huh? Well, I must greatly apologize, for this Sensara shall show you an APEX PREDATOR." Pulling out his bladeless sword hilt, he'd press the guard to his right palm and twist the hilt. Pulling back, a blade would emerge attached to the blade. Ten red engravings running along both sides of the blade before he swung it aside, flicking blood to the ground. Letting his hand fall to the side, blood dripped from his palm. Holding the blade forth, it shone in the moonlight, and its tip curved ever so slightly as the light ran from the tip down to the guard. As long as an ōdachi, he'd hold it forward. Leaning forward ever so slightly, he'd disappear from sight, reappearing behind the hollow as he spun about, his blade cutting through the hollow's abdomen. All along the road, the ground was cracked and broken, with seven footprints relatively visible along the ground surrounded by the spider web cracks. Sheathing the blade back within his hand, he'd smile at her as the hollow began to fall, cut into four quarters. From the way one quarter fell, if he had finished with a single cut, it would have crashed against the barrier. Snapping the blade off of the hilt, he'd pocket the hilt and head to the girl. Crouching in front of her, he'd look her dead in the eyes as he said, "And that is why you should've let me speak."