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A Shadow of What Was	By : katami Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 49594 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Notes: You know, this bloody thing is going to need a score card by the time I'm done. And I haven't even gotten to the tricky bits yet! *shakes fist at the bleach fic that has consumed my life* Anyway, I'm really glad to know people are enjoying this story. Although the next person to mention something that makes my muse go, 'Oooo...shiny! I have an idea!' is getting either a big bouquet of flowers or a whack to the back of the head. I'm not sure which yet because some of the muse's ideas have been really interesting *grin*

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Kisuke felt energy tingle across his senses, something dark and malignant and far closer than the last wash of energy. He glanced up and caught Ishida's gaze, seeing the same sick unease lurking there. The Quincy quickly pushed it down however, with a soft curse. "We have to go. Now," he ordered, grabbing a hold of Kisuke's arm and moving swiftly toward the door.

"Go? Where? What was that? Ishida-san?" he asked, stumbling as the older man tugged his sweatshirt onto him, the fabric rubbing painfully against the open cut on his chest.

"Arrancar. A lot of them. Close by. Now, come on," demanded the Quincy, glancing around nervously, like he expected to be attacked at any moment. And perhaps he did, realized Kisuke with a sick sort of dread. "I know people, a place that's safe. Do you know the Urahara shop? It's near by. Go there if anything happens to me or we get separated. They'll be able to protect you. Just tell them I sent you and that they are to get you to Abarai Renji or the 5th division office as soon as they can."

Kisuke stared at the older man, wide eyed and silent. Why would he need protection? So far, the only people chasing him seemed to the be Shinigami. Until today he had had never even come within four blocks of a hollow or done anything beyond talk to a few ghosts. Why would these Arrancar, whatever they were, care about him?

Ishida had just taken hold of the front door knob when he froze, staring at the door and cursing. "Run!" he whispered sharply, turning and shoving Kisuke back toward the kitchen and the other side of the house. They had only taken a few stumbling steps when the front wall of the house exploded inward, knocking them both forward.

The Quincy shoved him through the doorway to the kitchen with another order to run. Kisuke obeyed, crossing the kitchen in just a few steps, turning only when he realized that Ishida wasn't following. The older man stood in the middle of the ruined living room, facing people who were unlike any Kisuke had ever seen.

The man at the forefront was a tall, thin, figure garbed in white. His hair was silver and slid onto his face, obscuring his eyes. There was a grin on his lips but it wasn't a nice grin; there was something wrong about it, too many sharp angles. It made Kisuke think of a shark or a crocodile, some grinning monster that was just waiting for the unwary to venture too close so he could gobble them up. He felt a shiver of dread looking at this man. He was dangerous.

Grim faced demons, for he couldn't think of what else they might have been, flanked the man, one on either side. Like the man, both wore white, but otherwise they were as different as night and day.

The one on the left was a tall, sleek woman with skin the color of jet and a short bob of shockingly white hair. A white bone mask covered the left half of her face and her reiatsu pulsed with malicious darkness.

The demon on the right was bone white from head to toe. His mask covered his face like a domino, dark red eyes peering out at the world from beneath it. His reiatsu was almost nonexistent and yet he exuded the same dangerous air as his companions.

"Run!" snarled Ishida, a glowing bow of pure blue energy appearing in his hand.

"The Quincy boy," purred the grinning man, his smile widening and growing more vicious. "Aizen-sama wants to visit with our old friend."

"He's busy," Kisuke heard Ishida retort followed by a loud crashing. Neither slowed him, he was across the kitchen and shimming through a window before he'd even realized it. The street was rough against his bare feet but he didn't care, he ran. A blast of red energy made him stumble but he quickly found his balance and continued fleeing, Ishida's instructions about getting to the shop the only thing in his mind.

At the end of the block he turned to take one last look for Ishida, but the Quincy wasn't following. Bolts of light were coming from his house, some blue and others red, Ishida fighting the demons he assumed. Worry about it later, he told himself. Ishida had told him to get to this Urahara shop and that was what he should do. Everything else, including the grounding he would get for destroying the house he could handle later. The first thing to do was to survive and that meant getting to this shop.

Just was he turned the corner pain exploded in his left calf, sending him to the ground. He gasped and twisted, trying to see what was wrong and was shocked to see his leg impaled on a wickedly long blade. The blade came from all the way down the street and passed clean through his calf and all the way into the concrete, pinning him to the ground. One of the demons appeared at his elbow, the woman, and glared coolly down at him. He felt that dark, dangerous thing inside him uncoil and when the blade in his leg retracted, he was moving.

He rolled aside, firing a blast of kidou at the woman before springing to his feet to run. His injured leg screamed a protest and the pain seemed to make the darkness falter, bringing Kisuke back into his agonized flesh and sending him to the ground in a heap. He stared up at the demon, panting and afraid, the darkness inside trying to find a purchase but the pain kept pushing it back.

As the demon raised a hand, a ball of glowing red energy in it, the darkness tore through him and Kisuke screamed. "Bakudou 75: Gochuu Tekan," he snarled, rolling aside, just in case the Arrancar got her shot off before wrenching himself to his feet. Pain, sharp and blinding, left him dizzy but he pushed it aside. To falter here was to die.

He stumbled forward a few steps, growling as the second Arrancar appeared before him. "I'm not in the mood," he murmured, a strained smile pulling at his lips. The Arrancar tilted his head, clearly puzzled at the scene, him on his feet and moving, the other Arrancar behind him pinned with an advanced kidou rather than dead. He didn't dare try for a killing spell though; in a human body he couldn't recover spirit particles fast enough, the battle with the hollow had taught him that.

"Aizen-sama wishes you," growled the Arrancar.

Kisuke felt a bright grin tug at his lips, "Aizen-kun will have to become use to disappointment and you can tell him I said as much. Hadou 4: White Lightning," he shouted, using the distraction to dart past the Arrancar and continue running, the pain eating away at his control, but knowing that to give in to it meant death or capture, which was really nothing but a slower and less pleasant form of death.

A cero blast shot over his head from in front of him, knocking back the recovered Arrancar, and sending Kisuke skidding to a halt. It was too late though, a fist lashed out, hitting him square in the stomach and sending him doubling over as he tried to remember how to breath. He sensed the fist coming for the back of his skull but couldn't do anything about it and darkness claimed him as it connected.

Ishida growled in annoyance. Two range weapons fighting in the cramped confines of a normal human home was a recipe for futility. Neither he nor Ichimaru could get the distance they needed for a true blow and the walls and furniture provided ample cover for both of them. The Arrancar would have proven the tie breaker but they were suspiciously absent, making him think that they had been sent to get Kisuke while Ichimaru toyed with him.

The thought sent a spike of rage through him, not just at the idea of the young man falling into Aizen's hands but at the thought of having to tell Ichigo that his lover's soul was lost again. He wasn't sure they would be able to control the other man's rage if he learned Urahara had been reborn and lost to them. Losing Urahara the first time had nearly killed him, losing him again might very well finish the job.

"This is getting boring, little Quincy," taunted Ichimaru with a demonic grin. Ishida growled and fired off three quick shots that hit nothing but the wall, jumping aside as Ichimaru's zanpakutou shot at him.

He felt a spike of reiatsu that had to be Kisuke and glanced toward the street and the open front wall. If he could make it to the street he would have more room to fight and he could try and help Kisuke. The problem was the former Shinigami between him and there. Any attempt to get past him would leave him open for an attack.

Another presence joined the two near Kisuke and Uryuu cursed. He had to help the boy, three on one with two of them likely Espada would be foolish odds for a captain, never mind an untrained boy with no idea of his power. One of the Espada joined Ichimaru, whispering something that sent an angry spike through the man's reiatsu. "Well, it's time for us to go, little Quincy. It seems someone is being very naughty," growled the former captain.

"Handle this," he ordered the Espada and Ishida felt a growing sense of dread as they flash stepped into the street, the Espada turning to hurl a cero blast into the remains of the house. He had just long enough to curse Shinigami and their perchance for dropping buildings on him before the house began crumbling around him.
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