A/N: I would just like to say a little thank you to the support that this story has already received. I can honestly say that I didn't think it would receive such notice already but it is wonderful to see that people are enjoying this fanfic. A special thank you to JamesBlafking for the reviews left behind as well.

JamesBlafking - (in response to your review left on Chapter 4) - Unfortunately though I can't say much (as I don't want to reveal too much) what happened last time, as mentioned by Kisuke, will later be revealed in Chapter 9 and will add further explanation onto Kiyoko's dreams.

From here I hope that everyone enjoys the double update and I will post the next few chapters as soon as possible. (Just be warned that things get a bit fast paced and heavy from here)

"How did I get into this position?"

Well in all honesty it's a funny story.
One moment the blonde was walking to the convenience store, he had just finished hanging out with Kiego and it was around five thirty, possibly later. The pair had been catching up on recent events whilst playing a video game, in all honesty it was probably the most relaxed he had felt in a while and Kiyoko truthfully could say that he hadn't realised how much he had missed just being with his friends. However, by the time the clock struck five, Keigo's sister came back from wherever she had been and promptly kicked the blonde out, claiming that Keigo needed to 'get rid of his freeloader friends' at which point Kiyoko decided life was too short to be dealing with her madness. So a quick goodbye was shared and the boy was on his way.

All the blonde knew right now about the time was that the sky had already begun to darken in a mixture of grey clouds and the setting sun with the streets sparsely populated due to the end of the school rush. From Keigo's to his house it was around a twenty to twenty five minute walk, however due to Kiyoko's little detour to grab a few snacks, blonde found himself with a thirty minute walk home.

Now, on most nights this wouldn't have bothered him but there was an electric feeling in the air as he walked through the streets. Something was amiss and the blonde really didn't want to be around to bear witness, though at such a distance there wasn't much else he could do than walk at a quickened pace. However, he couldn't help but feel that something big was about to happen. Suddenly, the blonde was snapped out of his thoughts as a high pitched wail sounded, startling the man as he dropped the plastic bag of shopping in shock. Spinning around on his heel, Kiyoko blindly turned his head around, searching for the source of the noise as wide eyes scanned the surrounding buildings.

Then a growl sounded.

A low firm growl of a predator came from the direction of the park opposite the blonde, causing his eyes to snap forward as he frantically scanned across the tightly packed trees. From this distance it was practically impossible to see anything other than shadows and green without the help of binoculars or simply going closer but Kiyoko wasn't stupid and there was no way he was going closer to where he had heard the noise come from. Yet, there was nothing there other than a dancing foil packet of crisps that were left discarded in the road.

Confused and somewhat fearful, the teenager reached down to pick up the dropped bag of shopping, lightly shaking his head as though to clear his mind from the earlier interruption. It was probably nothing after all; just a few kids playing tricks on one another and Kiyoko accidentally caught wind of the sounds. The lie was weak and the blonde knew it but there wasn't much else he could say, after all how are you meant to identify what you can't see.

However, as the teen turned his back on the deserted park another growl sounded, this time deeper with the strong rumbling causing some of the windows on the building behind him to vibrate and shatter.

"Fuck this,"

And off Kiyoko went.

And with Kiyoko went the beast.

Racing across the streets, the blonde's ears were soon flooded with the sound of glass shattering and buildings being smashed into as he continued to zip in between alleyways and buildings, plastic bag in hand. He could practically feel the blood pumping as he narrowly avoided being hit by a vending machine, sliding across the ground before jumping over a fence. Despite the current danger, Kiyoko couldn't help but wonder if a move like that would've impressed his gym teacher but as another roar sounded any playful thoughts were quickly discarded.

What Kiyoko would love to understand and have explained was: when did a quick shopping trip become a fight for his life?

With the blonde soon running out of options, he skidded to a halt within a dimly lit alleyway in a last minute attempt to find a decent hiding spot but as another growl sounded, his hopes plummeted. So he did the one thing that he could; shield himself. Extending his hands forward, the blonde attempted to block his face and chest from being hit by whatever was chasing him but at this point the boy was slowly losing his will to care. After running for twenty minutes in between houses and trying to dodge numerous flying objects, the boy wanted nothing more than to collapse in a crumpled heap on the floor. His life be damned, he could apologise to his dad later from heaven.

Then, as another shrill cry sounded (this one much closer than before) the blonde gasped on the air he was breathing in as he felt his back slam against the brick wall. Though just as the pain began to blossom so did something else. Something that wrapped and blurred his vision of the outside world, allowing him to only view glowing blue and red wisps as he rapidly blinked up at the unknown entity.

Gold.

All he could see and feel was gold as he blindly reached forward, his right hand gently touching something smooth as a feeling of warmth washed over the teenager.

If only he could see what was happening from the outside.

If he had, then Kiyoko would've seen that the warmth being generated was coming from him and him alone as glowing ribbons of amber, orange and gold wrapped around his body. His normally golden eyes practically shone in the heavily shadowed alleyway whilst his hair floated and danced, blending and glowing alongside the ribbons. With one extended hand, the sixteen-year-old was touching the skull of the beast, the creature now placid and calm as it stared transfixed on the boy in front of him. The display was something that Mikayla Madarame had never seen before as she stood on top of a roof, her mouth slightly agar as she took in the sight before her.

To say that this was something extraordinary wouldn't be giving it enough justice. It was breathtaking.

The sheer display of power and balance had even the soul reaper captivated as she stared down at the golden aura, her breath hitched as the colours continued to brighten.

Then, as if she had seen too much, the brightness rose to something similar to that of the sun, forcing the woman to cover her eyes in pain as the feeling of warmth surrounded her. But just as the warmth came, so did the searing heat, forcing the dark haired female off the roof as she harshly fell onto the ground below. It was only then that she turned to face the Hollow or (more realistically) turned to face what was left.

There with its head nuzzled into Kiyoko's palm was a kneeling man, his skin tanned and littered with scars as muscles practically bulged from each corner of his figure. The clothes he wore were practically rags and only really covered from his hips and below but what struck out to Mikayla the most were the golden chains forming around his wrists and neck. As he looked up at Kiyoko, his eyes seemed to be filled with a mixture of love and joy as he smiled at the teenager as though he were a blessing sent by God himself.

"Thank you," the unknown male muttered lovingly, pressing a kiss into the teenager's open palm before being wrapped by crimson ribbons, promptly fading into the surrounding air.

Then as quickly as it all came, the warmth that had reminded the female soul reaper of family was gone, replaced by the empty dark streets of Kakuraka Town and a shocked Kiyoko Urahara, the boy now rapidly shaking his head back and forth between his hands, the street, the park, and Mikayla.

"What the fuck?!"

Shocked, Mikayla turned to face Kiyoko, watching as he flung his arms between her and the space where the Hollow was formerly standing.

"Are you going to explain!"

"I wasn't really thinking about it," she replied honestly, watching as the blonde's expression shifted to one complete disbelief as he let out an exasperated sigh.

"What in the actual fuck is my life?" he finally muttered after a moment of silence, shaking his head roughly before turning away, beginning to exit the alleyway.

Truth be told, Mikayla wasn't exactly expecting this reaction. She supposed in a way there should've been some reaction however the woman was considering one of fear rather than one of frustration and shock. If anything, Kiyoko seemed more irritated at the fact that she just wanted to leave behind the incident without fully explaining anything to him first. But then again, what was she actually meant to explain when she, in truth, didn't fully understand what had happened.

All she knew for certain was the fact that she was fighting against a Hollow before it took off to the other side of the town, muttering under its breath about a beacon or source of some description (Mikayla had given up paying attention by this point). The next thing she knew for definite was that Kiyoko Urahara of all people had somehow managed to not only fight against the Hollow but also exorcise the beast all within the timespan of thirty minutes. Something which is impossible for most soul reapers, including lower seated officers, as this wasn't a new-born Hollow but rather a seasoned creature who knew how to fight against his enemy. Yet somehow, Kiyoko had successfully done it, all in one swift blast of orange.

It was like nothing that she had ever encountered before but all she did know for certain was that she wanted to see it again.

The display was almost angelic with the sharp warm orange tones cutting through the white skull like a knife through butter. Not to mention the way Kiyoko's eyes glowed with an amber hue as he activated whatever power that was. It was clear (as far as she was concerned anyways) there was something more to this boy than either she or him knew, and she was keen to find out what.

"Hey! Urahara, wait up!"

Glancing back, the blonde looked up at the taller female with wide eyes, his figure slightly shaking with the post-adrenaline rush.

"What? Are you going to explain to me what the fuck that was?" he asked, golden eyes burning with frustration as he glared across at the female.

"You can see spirits,"

"I can see… of course I can see spirits! Stop side tracking, just tell me! What the hell was that?" his questions now becoming frantic with the lack of an answer.

"It's what we call a 'Hollow', a soul who for whatever reason has been consumed by its own wrath and pain. It hunts and feeds on other helpless souls," Mikayla finally explained, her gaze soft as she watched Kiyoko's shoulders finally fall limp with a lack of tension.

"So why was that… that Hollow after me?" he asked after a second beat of silence, venomously spitting out the word 'Hollow' as he considered the past events.

"That, I really don't know but… I think it would be best if I helped teach you," she decided, her tone final as she looked across at the blonde.

It would be the only logical way to ensure that the blonde was protected. If he at least knew what he was fighting against then he stood a higher chance than if he were to be going in blind. So it was decided, she would teach him all he needed to know in soul reaper theory as well as ways on how to attack a Hollow and win without directly fighting against it.

"...Okay," Kiyoko whispered before repeating, this time his voice firmer as he nodded across at the dark haired female.

It was a decision that at that moment would seem so minuscule but in truth would bring the boy into a far larger world than what he had originally considered.

And soon would learn to regret ever meeting.