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The
Door Closing
Kaien awoke as though he had just
been hit in the face with a load of bricks. Everything felt disorientated, odd.
He felt the slightest breeze like that of a whirlwind and each sound seemed to
resonate in his ears like a booming speaker an inch away from his ears. That
was of course, when he realized he was being carried like a sack of potatoes
over someone’s shoulder.
“Huh…? Wha…what’s
going on?” He asked groggily as he tried to move out of the person’s grip. Whoever
it was stopped immediately and he was thankful for that, but that still didn’t
answer any of his questions. Finally, the person bent down until Kaien could
stand by himself, but his legs weren’t completely up to par yet so even as he
wobbled himself upright, the person held his shoulders to help him along.
“So, you’re awake. How are you
feeling?” He heard a woman’s voice ask with obvious concern embedded in it.
Once he managed to turn himself
to the source of the voice he was able to make out his mother’s face. Well, he
guessed it to be his mother’s face. She looked different, younger, and if he
didn’t know any better she was carrying him over her shoulder even
though he was pretty certain that he was standing right in front of her. In the
black kimono she was in she looked a lot more intimidating than what he knew
and there was no doubt to the strength she had. That was shown in her
muscles, muscles he had somehow forgotten she had for some reason. The memories
of what had happened before his blackout flooded back to him and he stumbled
back from the seemingly physical blow as he put a hand to his forehead to try
and stop the instant headache.
“Mom?
What’s going on here?”
“You had an encounter with a
Hollow,” another voice stated before his mother could answer him. He didn’t
even need to turn to know who had said that. He knew his father’s voice
instinctively. He turned to it anyway, and was almost struck into
speechlessness by what he saw.
He knew his mother looked younger
and more vibrant, but his father didn’t look anything like his usual self. Even
though age had barely taken its toll even as the years passed his body by, the
person that was standing in front of him looked only a few years older than
him, if that. He was much taller than him though, and with the form-fitting shihakushou made possible by the tight captain’s robes,
every individual muscle could be seen from underneath them. No signs of age
marked his flesh at all, and the only indication that he had lived longer than
his body suggested was the fact that his eyes seemed deeper, as if they held
more wisdom, than anyone at that age possibly could. What stood out most
prominently was the giant sword wrapped in cloth that was secured to his back.
“Are…are you really my parents?”
Kaien asked hesitantly.
Tatsuki
chuckled. “Yes Honey, we’re really your parents. We have a lot to tell you.”
Even though all of his instincts
were telling him that these were his parents, Kaien just couldn’t wrap his mind
around their sudden youthfulness. He backed away from them both while eyeing
them carefully, much to their dismay.
“You…you can’t be my parents!! My
parents are old! My dad’s a physician and my mom’s a Karate instructor! You’re
not my parents!!!”
Tatsuki
was losing patience, even though she knew she should have expected something
like this. “KAIEN RECCA KUROSAKI!!!!”
Exactly like the scolded child he
was, Kaien shrunk back immediately at hearing all three of his names called at
once. He may be growing, but he still wasn’t up to his mother’s height yet. He was
only thirteen after all. Therefore, when the younger version of his mom stomped
over to him and glared down on him, all he could do was gulp. There was no
doubt in his mind who this woman was now.
“Yes Mom?” He answered
frightfully. She smiled down on him in response and ruffled his hair with the
arm she wasn’t using to support the body over her shoulder.
“That’s a good man!”
Yes, these were definitely his
parents.
“Now, about what we have to tell
you. Let’s walk as we talk, we need to drop off your body before Ichigo goes
back for the girls.”
Kaien gulped. There were so many
things that sounded wrong about that sentence he knew he was in for a big
revelation.
He still hadn’t looked at his own
body yet.
He was in for some biiiiiig surprises.
~~~~~~~
Kin Urahara
awoke like a bullet as she shot upright into a sitting position with a startled
cry. The last thing she remembered was running behind Kaien away from a huge
Hollow and then everything went black. Wait, Hollow?
“Kaien!!” she shouted instantly
as she searched the room she was in for her best friend. Her throat closed up
and she felt consciousness start to elude her again when she found no one else
in the room. What happened? How am I still alive?? Where’s Kaien?! So
many thoughts were running through her genius mind so fast she knew she was at
the beginning stages of a panic attack. He couldn’t be dead. He couldn’t be!
Her chest was starting to
constrict now, and the pain was making it hard to breath. She clasped a hand
between her developing breasts to try and forcefully stop the painful
tightening that was the polar opposite of what Kaien had evoked from her. She
wanted that other feeling back, that warmth and tingling that Kaien had made
flow through her, not this. All the sudden the door was slammed open and her
mother jumped in like the worried parent she was, quickly kneeling down beside
her to check her injuries and the current state she seemed to be in.
“Mom…Kaien…Kaien…!!” The worry was flooded through her voice and her deep
golden eyes were watery with fear, and Yoruichi
instantly knew what the problem was. She smiled softly and stroked her
daughter’s hair as she held the smaller body close to her.
“Kaien’s fine, Kin. He’s all right,” she soothed over
and over again, and with each repetition Kin’s breathing gradually went back to
normal and she relaxed into her arms.
Yoruichi
had never planned on having children. After all, she wasn’t one to be held down
in one place for too long, but after she had Kin there wasn’t a doubt in her
mind where she truly belonged. Running around and exploring had always been
what she thought her life was going to be about, what she wanted more than
anything. She thought being free as a bird with no one to hold her down was
what she wanted, but looking into the little eyes of what had been formed from
the love she had tried to deny with Kisuke, she knew
where her heart belonged. With them.
“Where is he?” Kin asked quietly.
“He was bleeding really badly, he was only able to
hold off the Hollow for a little while…where is he?”
Despite the fact that Yoruichi’s eyes had widened when she heard the young boy
had managed to hold off the Menos even for a short
while, her heart stung when she thought of her daughter’s last question. She
knew all too well what was going to happen. Her encounter with Soi-Fong had engraved that in her, and it hurt her heart to
have to be the one to break the news.
Luckily for her, what
might-as-well be her husband entered the room. “We’ll
get to that, Kin. Before that, your mother and I have some explaining to do…”
It was hours before the
explanation was finally done, and needless to say Kin was looking at her
parents in a mixture of supreme shock and frightened awe. No wonder she and her
friends had been able to see ghosts for so long.
“And Souken…Chad…?”
she asked just to be certain.
Yoruichi
nodded. “Yep. Uryuu’s
probably been training his kids for a while just to get them used to the new Quincy techniques he and Kisuke
developed and Chad
will likely be going with his parents to start training whatever gift he might
have inherited from them. A Shinigami and Arrancar’s
child isn’t the only first that happened because of Ichigo’s
generation, a human and an Arrancar also wed and had
kids. We’ve got no clue as to what your generation could bring to the spiritual
realms,” Yoruichi explained and shook her head in her
palm.
“And Kaien?
What about Kaien!?” Kin asked, nearly desperate by
this point.
The parents frowned at the topic
that they had tried to avoid for as long as they could. Urahara
sighed. “You know now that his father became the Hougyoku
as he tried to end the war with Aizen, and that item
was sealed away for a reason. Not only that, but since then he also became the
King of Hueco Mundo, and
letting Soul Society know about that is simply asking for another war. Because
of the Hougyoku’s abilities, we have no ideas what
kind of power young Kurosaki-san and his sisters might possess. However, just
from looking at his spiritual form there is already something that implies he’s
different from anything we’ve ever seen. In an effort to protect his family
from Soul Society, at least until everything is under control…” Urahara faltered in his words at his daughter’s
ever-increasing look of anxiety, and he pulled his hat over his eyes just so he
didn’t have to look at those intense golden orbs as he told her what she wanted
to know. “…Kurosaki-san has taken his family to Hueco
Mundo for the time being.”
He watched in dismay as what he
meant dawned on her and the bright light in her eyes that made them seem so
exquisite gradually dimmed, until eventually the pale yellow irises filled with
tears and she threw herself into her mother’s stomach to cry.
Normally, Kisuke
Urahara was the epitome of calmness, but this time
even he found himself holding his cane in a white-knuckled grip as he fought
off the urge to grind his teeth together. I told you Kurosaki-san. You had
better give my daughter a good explanation when you come back. There should be
no reason for you to make my little girl cry!
He shared a disheartened look
with his lover while she continued to sit, holding her daughter and stroking
her hair as the tears ran their course. She was obviously thinking the same
thing he was. Their children had been together for years, and suddenly he just
took his son away to Hueco Mundo.
While obviously the best rational decision, there was still a bitterness there
that came simply from the aftereffects.
“When…when will…I see him
again…?” she asked through her sobs.
She knew he wasn’t going to be
coming back to say goodbye. She knew his pride, and while she had always
thought of herself as one of the boys, with today’s events over and done with,
she knew Kaien no longer thought of her as one of them, otherwise he wouldn’t
have kissed her back. He had been ashamed and embarrassed, that had been why he
had run away in the first place, and she knew through a lifetime of experience
that he held his friends’ lives above his own no matter what the situation.
And he hadn’t been able to
protect her.
For him, that was like taking his
pride and vaporizing it. He had spent his entire life training and playing with
her and he took great pride in his ability, and yet he—just like her—had been
completely defenseless against the Menos. As much as
it hurt her to even think it, she knew he wasn’t going to come back, at least
not until he thought he was strong enough to protect her again. She had asked
the question out of the blind hope that they had given a date for her to look
forward to, anything to give her hope of seeing her best friend again.
Judging from her father’s look
however, she already knew the answer before he said it.
“It could be months,” he began,
“or it could be years. Kurosaki-san only said they would come back when they
had their children’s powers under control. Like you two, Tsukiyomi
and Masaki had the same Kidou put over them but now
time seems to be of the essence before something like what happened to you two
happens to them.”
Years.
The word bounced around in her mind with the damning finality of a judge’s
gavel. The person that had been the first to beat her, the person that had been
the first to come over to her house, the person who had first kissed her, and
now the person that had first aroused her, was now away from her. And she
probably wouldn’t see him for years. She wouldn’t be able to tell him
she understood what had happened; she wouldn’t be able to tell him he had
affected her too; she wouldn’t be able to tell him she loved him. Not
for years.
She broke down into tears again,
and she wasn’t completely ignorant of the fact that her mother was fighting off
tears too.
“It’s okay Honey. We’re still
here for you,” she said as strongly as she could, but sadly that wasn’t that
strong at all and she ended up crying along with her daughter as she held her.
When the tears died down, Kin
looked at her father with the fiercest look of determination he had ever seen
since he had been training Ichigo. “Dad, train me. I don’t care if I have to be
homeschooled; just train me. I’m going to show Kaien
that I can fight Hollows off just as well as he can when he comes back. I’m
going to make him sorry he left me behind.”
Yoruichi’s
heart constricted painfully. She had seen a look like that before. This was too
much like what had happened between her and Soi-Fong.
Way too much like it. The line between Love and Hate was thin indeed, and she
could only hope her daughter’s feelings stayed in the former rather than going
to the latter.
Damn you Ichigo. If you could only see what you’ve done.
~~~~~~~~~
Ichigo Kurosaki sneezed as he
walked along the long bleak hallway with his wife and son. For some reason he
felt a chill run down his spine, but he shrugged it off before he let it bother
him. What better place to train than a place with limitless Hollows? It was
going to be a bit harder for his girls, considering they were only nine years
old, but since he didn’t know how long it would take to get them trained and
since a situation like what happened to Kaien was likely to happen to them if
they stayed unknowing to their birthright, sooner was better than later.
Kaien hadn’t said a word since he
and Tatsuki had finished their stories, and he didn’t
quite know what to make of the way he was looking at the hole in his chest. It
actually looked like he wasn’t surprised, and he just walked along with
a hand resting over that hole as his eyes looked down at it sadly. Needless to
say he had reacted quite dramatically to knowing what his parents really were,
and that shock was only compounded when his parents had continued and told him
about their mixed status between Hollow and Shinigami. After Ichigo’s explanation about his soul-self’s appearance,
brought about because he himself was an item that’s power was unimaginable, he seemed
to realize just how special his birth was.
He still couldn’t fully
comprehend his father’s power, and he still couldn’t understand why he looked
the way he did or why he didn’t have a zanpakutou, but he knew why he had the
hole in his chest. His parents had said the hole in a Hollow usually represented
the fact that they had lost their heart. He knew for a fact he hadn’t lost his
heart; his conscience was as strong as ever and he felt no different now than
he did before this development in his life. Yes, he knew he hadn’t lost his
heart.
He had given it away.
He had entrusted it to someone
without him even knowing it. Well, that was a lie. He knew about it, he just
hadn’t wanted to admit it. Now there was no doubt. As much as he was dreading
it, eventually he would have to go back and face Kin, but he swore to himself
he wouldn’t see her until he was strong enough to fight off anything that would
threaten her. Only then would he allow himself to tell her what she had in her
possession.
It was because of his
introspective thinking that he didn’t notice that the seemingly endless hallway
was at last widening out into a room but that soon became obvious when he
entered and the force of the spiritual pressure being radiated from the beings
in the room pushed down on him. He gasped in surprise and clutched his chest to
try and breathe but then he felt his father’s hand on his shoulder and
everything went back to normal. He could feel his father’s strength flow into
him to keep him upright and he was awed. He was having trouble breathing
yet his father wasn’t in the least bit affected, in fact he could even support two
people with his power. Apparently his mother was the same way.
It was at that moment that the
people in the room—all in various stages of Arrancarism—noticed
the new arrivals and it was as if existence held its breath for that moment.
“Hey guys! How’s
it going!?” Ichigo asked brightly as he slung an arm around his son’s
shoulders.
The bored and shocked looks on
most of the Arrancars’ faces instantly turned to that
of excitement and suddenly he was surrounded by a throng of groupies—most of
the female persuasion.
“Ichigo!!”
Most of them called out happily, then they seemed to
finally notice the younger look-alike under his arm. Their eyes widened
considerably. They looked between the two in shock, until eventually it looked
like their heads were going to fall off if they didn’t stop exchanging looks so
quickly. “K-Kaien!! You’re finally here!!” They cried
out excitedly.
Until then Kaien wasn’t fully
sure if he should believe his parent’s story that they were the King and Queen
of Hueco Mundo, the land
where the monster that had attacked him and Kin had come from. He gulped
silently. There was no doubt in his mind now. These people even knew his name!
He saw the eyes on his face gradually take in his appearance and when they saw
the hole in his chest he saw their wide eyes grow even wider as they quickly
turned to his father’s face in bewilderment.
Ichigo merely shrugged. “Don’t
ask me, I have no idea either. Looks like I had some unexpected side-effects on
him since I’m the Hougyoku. We’ll be training to find
out what his abilities are right away. We’ll be here for a while now, no more
first of the month visitations for a while! I just need to go get Tsukiyomi and Masaki!”
The group around them seemed to
squeal in glee in unison. “The girls too!?” One of
them cried. “Finally, everyone’s going to be here!”
“Let me guess,” Ichigo said
exasperatedly as he scratched the side of his head, “You’re just happy someone
else gets to play with Grimmjow’s little carbon-copy
hellion from now on?”
Kaien watched in interest as many
of them looked away while whistling to try and draw attention away from themselves. He couldn’t understand why they seemed so
relieved. Uncle Grimmjow was the coolest and some of
the most fun he had ever had was when his little group had been able to play
with Asuka. That instantly brought a pang of pain to
his chest. Kin was a part of that group.
“D-Don’t get me wrong!” One of
them said. “Karin’s kids usually keep her occupied! We’re just glad you’re
finally here and not in Soul Society!”
Tatsuki
laughed. “Don’t worry about it! Chad…er…Sado and Halibel
will probably be brining their kids over right away after they find out what
happened to Kaien. And besides that, it won’t be long until Yuzu
and them come here either. In a few years their kids
will reach this age too!”
There was two ways to respond to
that. One: be thankful Yuzu and Jinta
only had two children, and that one of them was exactly like her mother. Or
two: be thankful Yuzu and Jinta
only had two children, and that the one that was exactly like his father
wasn’t here.
Tatsuki
seemed to notice the beads of sweat breaking out on their faces, and she
scratched the back of her head embarrassedly. “Whoops, not much better is it?”
She received simultaneous nods of
agreement from every Arrancar present. Normally
something like that wouldn’t be so bad, because silencing someone like the
mischievous devil that was Yuzu’s youngest son would
usually take very little effort as a combined whole. However, when that
mischievous devil just so happened to be the son of Yuzu
Kurosaki, any chance of outside discipline happening was very small.
They almost felt sorry for the little guy though. Though his mother would never
raise her voice towards him, she could make anyone feel bad with her big
brown eyes and hurt disappointment that always carried in her voice whenever
she was upset.
Hell, it even worked on beings
that were part Hollow, what chance did a little boy have of defeating
it?
In a word: none.
“Okee doke!” Ichigo
exclaimed with a clap of his hands. “Let’s go show him the throne room, and
after I’ve gotten the girls then we can start what I’m sure you’ve all been
wanting ever since we got here…”
The eyes of every Arrancar present suddenly lit up with near sadistic glee
and anyone not crowded around him and had chosen to stay where they were when
their King arrived, quickly perked their heads up at those words.
Kaien couldn’t get any more
confused as to what they were all so excited about, but when his father and
mother started moving again, down yet another hallway, he followed them
wordlessly as he was engulfed in a crowd of partly-masked beings, most of them
still extremely happy to see him. He was receiving playful punches to the
shoulder, getting his hair ruffled, and all in all simply being welcomed like a
long-lost family member.
This darkness, this white
darkness of Hueco Mundo, in
it, Kaien had never felt more at home.
Before he knew it he was in a
giant room with an imposing square stand at the end with a simple chair atop
its high peak. There was something different from the plain expanse Orihime had been introduced to on her first arrival here
years ago, and that was that there was color. Everywhere.
Though white and black dominated, there were other, brighter colors too, and in fact if one didn’t know any better they wouldn’t
even think they had left the Living World once they entered this room.
There was one other thing
different too. At the base of the giant stand upon which the chair sat, there
was a sword stand engraved dead-center into the base. Four shimmering swords
were set in their place on the stand, and from the longest at the top rail,
which looked like an ordinary katana, down to the shortest at the bottom, which
resembled more of a dagger with a katana’s hilt.
Kaien had seen the swords
everyone around him was wearing, and yet he didn’t seem to have one. The blades
before him were amazing, and no one seemed to protest when he walked over to
the stand and gingerly picked one of them up. It was almost disconcertingly
light in his hands, and the blue-clothed hilt was as soft as if it were new.
“What is this?” he asked in
wonder as he ran his hand down the flat of the blade.
“That’s a zanpakutou that lost
its owner during the war with Aizen. Rukia wanted to take it back, but it was safer here, same
with those other three,” Ichigo explained softly as he looked down on the sword
in his son’s hands, the sword that belonged to his son’s namesake.
Out of sheer curiosity, Kaien ran
the blade in a small line down his left arm, just to test its cutting power. To
his surprise, nothing happened. “What the…? This must be a pretty pathetic
sword, it doesn’t even cut!” he said confusedly.
Ichigo held the same surprise as
his son, but then he looked over to one of the Arrancar’s
beside him and gave a slight nod towards his son. The Arrancar
nodded back before drawing her blade and rushing the younger Kurosaki. Kaien
dropped the blade in his surprise and reflexively raised his arms in a standard
Karate block as he closed his eyes in fright.
When he cautiously opened them
again, imagine his shock when he saw the blade struggling against his forearm
uselessly, and all that was there was bare skin.
“What on earth…?” he whispered in
awe.
“Ierro,”
his father’s voice answered, and the Arrancar
withdrew her blade and re-sheathed it before she bowed to Ichigo and stepped
away. “Spanish for Steel Skin. Every Arrancar has it to protect themselves from standard zanpakutous, but I didn’t know whether you would have it or
not. Seems like this is the first thing we know about your powers. Shinigami
can produce something similar by raising their reiatsu to a higher level than
the attack approaching them, but it’s much harder to do that then having a
permanent state of Ierro, like on every Arrancar.”
Curiosity piqued, Kaien picked up
the blade that he had dropped and put it back to his arm. With some slight
fear, he pushed on the blade and just like before, nothing happened. Excited
now—and wanting to test his limits, like was in every adolescent’s way of
thinking because of that little genetic trait that makes them think they’re
invincible—Kaien grit his teeth and pushed as hard as he could. Everything
seemed fine…until he ran the blade down instead of simply pushing.
A small cut. That was all it
made, a small cut, but the sword fell from his hand and onto the floor with a clang
as his resounding scream cut through the entire room. It wasn’t the physical
pain that had caused him to scream.
No, it was the torrent of
emotions and memories that assaulted his mind the moment the blade cut into his
flesh. He could feel his reiatsu strengthening and fluctuating, memorizing what
it was that had only momentarily broke his skin. It
wasn’t his zanpakutou, thus he felt no spirit talk to him, but that wasn’t to
say he didn’t hear anything.
It wasn’t too long after that
that he slumped over face-first, unconscious.
The last thought that went
through Kaien’s mind before he succumbed to the dark
abyss of slumber was this: Nice to meet you too…Nejibana…
That had been five years ago.
~~~~~~~~~~
Author’s Notes: Wow, sorry everyone. School’s been insane and
without internet access except in public places, I can’t really post anything
until I go home for breaks. Well, here’s the next chapter, and don’t worry, if
you have any questions, they’ll all be answered in the later chapters so no
flames about lack of information please. Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed it!
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