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A/N:Words in Italics denotes personal
thoughts (hence scenes of the past are in this font, as they are being
remembered).

There isn't a lot known about their
fighting abilities, so this is just my take on what a duel between the two
would be like. It's not official.

To make the scenes clearer:

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Followed by words in this font = Past

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Followed by words mainly in this
font = Present.

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Previously:

It was an event
both parties always wanted to forget. He had been unable to prevent it; she had
been forced to do the one thing that had hurt beyond belief for both of them.

"I'll tell you what happened when
Kisuke wasn't quite himself, or more like too much of himself..."

0o---------------------------o0

Shihouin Yoruichi Vs. Urahara
Kisuke

"Please
surrender. Don�t make us-"

He was still
fighting back, but the wounds... why wasn't Kisuke going all out? To break free
and avoid being arrested, he would have to defeat those four officers and at
the least, it would require bankai, not shikai. Could it be-Deflecting Shinsou
left a momentary opening that Aizen Sousuke exploited from behind, a merciless edge
cutting deeply into unresisting flesh.

Seeing that
wounded her. Gasping in horror and about to intervene, she watched a balled
fist collide with the fifth-division captain's midsection. That blow sent the
other man flying backwards, concentrated hostility resulting in him shearing
the stout trunk of a tree into two. The vice captain of Aizen's was no longer
smiling. Ukitake Juushiro was gripping Sougyo no Kotowari so tightly his knuckles
were a skeletal white. Byakuya seemed unperturbed, although beads of sweat had
broken out on his forehead. Something was not right. The humidity was now more
stifling than usual.

Shoulders
slumping forwards, straw-coloured hair fell back as her best friend lifted his
head. A gust of wind rose from nowhere, brought on by a staggeringly drastic
surge of power. And the white blobs that swirled into shape from nowhere, to start obscuring his face...

"U-Urahara-san..."

Voice trailing
off, the silver-haired captain was thoroughly unnerved by his good friend's
eyes. It was as if the eyeballs had been inverted inside out. Once-white sclera
was now darkening, while his pupils were lightening into frightening blankness.
A cunning smile appeared on those charmingly jovial features. Then he was gone,
moving towards the owner of Shinsou, as if moderately serious injuries had
never been suffered.

Ichimaru Gin
never knew what hit him. One moment he was poised to block, the next minute all
he saw was a savage flare of hellish pink that sliced through his zanpaku-tou...
and into his chest. His captain was slowly staggering to his feet, one hand over the
ribs while coughing out some blood.

His speed was
frightening, and his strength... was that her dearest friend? No matter the
situation, Urahara Kisuke would never try to kill his fellow comrades; unless-A
dry chuckle interrupted her thoughts. It was eerily humourless, and the
rose-coloured aura surrounding Benihime was-

"Why has your
spiritual aura changed so dramatically? Kisuke, what's happening to you?!"

The only
response was a black-and-white blade being raised, as its user turned to look
at the clueless man. Face now emotionless, but the murderous intent radiated
resembled a tornado-

"Move!"

A blinding flash was followed with a
deafening roar of imploding matter; the resultant tremors rocking the ground
like a giant throttling a toy.

As airborne
debris began to settle and visibility improved, one could see a gaping schism
dividing uneven earth, starting from the spot where a razor-sharp tip rested.
Anything taller than grass had been leveled on either side, for at least the
next thirty feet. Benihime had created a wide abyss whereby the bottom could
not be seen, and her owner was not even winded from exerting such brutal
cruelty. Her worst fears had been realised.

Thrusting a
stunned Aizen she'd retrieved towards the unnerved target of inexplicable
wrath, their superior snapped at them. Her throat still felt sore from
screaming the warning.

"You three,
take Ichimaru-san and go!"

Protests from Juushiro were silenced with her next words and a gentle smile, even as the entity that seemed alien yet
familiar began turning to face them. Fear was unmistakable on their faces; they
were worried about this unexpected change. To see the upturned curve of
indescribable melancholia, and dull amber eyes in a haggard visage that spoke
volumes of unmistakable anguish... Byakuya would understand, when he had to apply
justice to Rukia many years later.

"Keep others
away. He wouldn't want to see you all getting killed by a stranger."

"Yoru-"

"Go!"

Not knowing
what to think and flustered, Juushiro supported his comrade while Byakuya carried an
unconscious and badly wounded colleague as they left. Two childhood friends
gazed at one another. A thick layer of debris coated the surrounding landscape.
A reddish glow burned within pupil-less eyes.

"I want Kisuke
back."

"If you would
retrieve him, break my will first."

Guttural
laughter was punctuated with a shockingly swift approach, as he stabbed
viciously at the lone challenger. Despite dodging, extensions of the aura
surrounding his blade shredded cloth where they touched, and bit into her skin.
Evading killing strokes and circling around, she knew that somewhere inside
this... thing was the man she valued so deeply. He had never been more graceful...
or intimidating. It was frightening; mechanically clinical relentlessness
vividly apparent in the way he kept hacking and slashing tirelessly, as if
wanting to dice her into dust.

One moment he
was breathing lewd obscenities in a never-before-used throaty murmur into her
ear, the next moment Benihime was doing the perilous talking instead.
Substantial craters and jagged crevices marked his failed attempts and her
minor victories. His level of shyunpo was now very close to hers, and his
movements had become rather unpredictable. Barely keeping a step ahead of him,
their game of tag now raised the stakes beyond anything both sides had ever
imagined.

It was a deadly
mercurial aerial/ground ballet in which action and reaction were fast, furious
and taxing. Evading, blocking, over, under, veering away before rebounding back
in... Both sides could not truly wound one another directly with their vast array
of skills. Exploding icicles, molten fireballs, putrefying webs, bone-scorching
lightning... energies of different colors were repeatedly countered and launched,
colouring the landscape with ever-changing scars. Columns of smoke, dust clouds
and unearthed soil were scattered everywhere, along with infinite showers of
rock. Honourable scruples on her side had never wavered, but his had. Crude
goading was not helping.

"Has the
tigress become a kitten? What's the matter; where are your claws?"

After another
five minutes of this however, she saw no change. If anything, that corrupted
energy was strengthening, seeping more potently into the sword and being
reciprocated. The increasing connection was becoming too palpable, with no sign
of struggle affecting this hybrid that was behaving like anything but a friend. Impassive features were now so immobile that they resembled porcelain and were almost fully marred with bloody fang-like patterns. Time was short.

"If you can't
use yours, then I'll show you MINE!"

I have to break
it. I have no choice.

Doing a
dizzying series of backflips as the deadly tip came smashing down where she
had been a moment ago, Yoruichi used a charred stump to put more distance
between them. More disintegrated tree-bark and stone greeted her from the destructive
impact of that blow. It was time to get really serious. Down on one knee,
uneven panting died into silence. Ignoring the numerous gashes and burns that
stung, she summoned the desire to... exterminate.

Using a level
eighty-two hadou that spat thick, black sticky acid, she wasn't surprised to
see the energy enclosing his blade dissolve them. It bought her enough time, to
bring out the dreaded method he had implored her to stop refining after that
last incident with the Menos Grande. Funny how she strove to perfect this for
him, just like he had dangerously achieved that specific, untested-yet-attained
power to keep up with her. So much for healthy competition...

We were never
good at obeying anyway.

"Can you do it...
can you kill us?"

Taunting while pointing
Benihime at her, gleaming metal vibrated with soulless bloodlust. Maniacal glee
shone in a countenance that seemed to mock. She retaliated by aiming a clenched
fist in his direction. Blinking rapidly, useless moisture was prevented from
clouding her vision.

"I won't repeat
myself. I'll kill you."

Heat from the
sun was no longer felt, as shadows from gathering dark clouds appeared to
lengthen. Head lowered and level with hunched shoulders, legs apart and knees
bent as he leaned forward, both hands were wrapped around a bronze hilt while
roiling denseness obscured them completely... leaving only two scarlet orbs
visible. From a chilly fog that seemed to snake and expand with a life of its
own, she heard him hissing in approval at her words before breaking into
derisively nightmarish laughter. A gleaming wall of translucent blood-like
hardness separated the two, and there was a rumbling sound from somewhere deep
within the bowels of the earth as he lovingly growled the final order to
Benihime. Only one sarcastically uttered phrase was clearly audible for her
benefit.

"Bankai-"

It could not be
evaded. She had to fully utilize it. Deep yellow took on an
ominous silver glow, as scorching edges began to fizzle. Unleashed energy
lovingly coiled about her like chain lightning, especially around the left arm.
Grim heavens split open as torrents of deadly power streamed down to envelope
the motionless entity, protecting their summoner and dissipating surrounding
blackness. Huge piercing shards of malice that erupted from beneath her were
destroyed by the scorching aura. Living conduits of lightning now resembled an
unstable cyclonic funnel of seething godlessness.

Her reflection
was a being of demonic resplendence. Like a river of shimmering red scales
sliding over each other, two gigantic, slavering� mouths... wings... talons... with
wickedly sharp fangs flanked and towered over him. They curled forward, poised
to launch and pierce, maim and/or crush opposition. He was now promising to
sheath Benihime completely� within the blood from her heart, after his claws ripped
apart her body and bathed in every last drop of vital fluids. The shield he�d
initially erected was dissipating.

With quick
analysis, she knew that to reach him, she would have to counter, get through
and even after that, stop him... or die. This was what the ultimate
power of Shunkou had been harnessed for... unholy elemental fury that supposedly
nothing could stop. There should be enough to last until-

Landscape as
far as the eye could see, now resembled some nether world of smoking, forsaken
endlessness. Oppressive pressure generated between the two opponents was enough
to induce all wildlife into evacuating as hastily as possible, for at least
fifteen miles. A predatory smile graced sylph-like features.

"Let's decide
this with one strike."

He drew back
his blade.

She charged.

Ruthless decimation met piercing
obliteration.

*******

"That's why you're so worried about me..."

A wrinkled brow was furrowed with
concentration, as he processed what she'd just told him. An uncomfortable
silence surrounded them, before being broken by staunch determination.

"I won't let something like that happen. I'll bring the Hollow under control too. There's no way I'll allow myself to harm
those I want to protect. You and Urahara-san have my promise on this."

I don't know how to really stop it, or what's going to happen. But I'll try. For Tou-san. Karin. Yuzu. Chad. Ishida. Rukia. Inoue.

It was easier said than done. And then telling him that Kisuke had not used bankai in ages (which may or may not be a lie, but was what she knew), and not mentioning the Vizards... had that been the right thing to do? Hopefully when the Hollow took over again, Ichigo wasn't going to be too terrified and try to suppress his fighting reiatsu for future battles, but go to those who could support him from the shadows. That answer brought a genuine smile to her
face. He's so much like you; full of pride and passion that reveres life... Clearing her throat at the suddenly intense atmosphere, she waved cheerily and turned to leave.

"W-wait!"

"What is it, Ichigo?"

"What was the outcome? Was that the reason why you and him left Soul Society? Where are you going now?"

Pinching the bridge of his nose playfully, soft laughter suffused the space between them as he clapped one hand over reddening
skin, an outraged expression not hiding the slight blush. This youth was the
epitome of all they could have hoped for: The bright spark that defies darkness
while reconciling both halves. The child she and Kisuke would never have but
had nurtured, for their relationship was too strong to be affected by anything
else.

A keen friendship that did not allow any other aspects was richer for it. It had disappointed the family elders,
who had been hoping for such a favourable match to come true, until both had
fled in 'disgrace'.

We are too much alike. I will not
betray what we have for brief, blundering ecstasy, nor taint our clarity with
conflicting emotion. This is what preserves us, Yoruichi. Your smile... and mine.
That is why I don�t mind seeing you happy with someone else, if it should ever happen. Is it too late?

His resolve never wavered from the beginning, and she reflected it in kind. Ichigo was as honourable as Kisuke was. For the
mature honesty in his character, she bestowed the same amount of frank respect
(always freely given to her best friend) upon the young man.

z'Confronting my past. As to what happened,
that's our story. You'll have yours someday, and whether you choose to tell it
is up to you. Don't worry, I'm still your guide until you all leave this place."

"Ichigo! I need your measurements if you're
going to get better clothes than those tacky robes-"

Shape-shifting into a cat that blended in with shadows of the night, slit pupils watched a distracted shinigami get attacked
by one formidable tailor armed with needles and a measuring tape. Purring in
agreement at Ishida's ruthless wrestling tactics, she slipped away to retrieve
something back at her lair before heading on to a certain place.

What was the end? You guessed it.
But there was more than I'd be willing to tell you, Kurosaki-san.

0o---------------------------o0

List of definitions

Benihime: Crimson Princess.

Shinsou: Divine Spear.

Sougyo no Kotowari: Truth of Pisces
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