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Fanfiction || Dead Man Walking 06
Title: Dead Man Walking
Fandom: Bleach
Main Character: Hitsugaya Toushirou/Shimizu Kouryuu
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General/Adventure/Suspense/Mystery
Warnings: Sporadic gore, language, author's inability to stay consistent with a single genre
Timeline: This story follows the manga's timeline. It takes place after the war with Aizen has begun.
Summary: Hitsugaya's disappearance left Seireitei with plenty of unanswered questions, but when a boy identical to the supposedly late taichou appears on Earth, to what lengths will everyone go to find out why? And when the answer does come, will it be too late?
~*~
“And do you ever feel like you're alone?
And do you ever wish you'd be unknown?”
-Everything’s Magic, Angels and Airwaves
~*~
Chapter Six
Death to Conservatism
~*~
She could feel a cool breeze, driving through the very core of her being. It chilled her to the bones, making her shiver in her sleep. But before she could even comprehend why, it had vanished, and the chill that had reminded her again and again that she was still alive faded into nothing.
With a start, Matsumoto Rangiku shot up out of her futon, eyes turning frantically left and right only to see the same old basement in the same old Urahara Shoten. But… She had been so sure…. She had felt it, just like that time…. It was definitely him; there was no doubt about it. So why…? Slowly, mechanically, the buxom shinigami turned her eyes to the corner of the basement room, where two Japanese swords were leaning against the wall. One of them was glowing a brilliant blue.
“Déjà vu…” she sighed heavily, almost not believing her eyes. First, that familiar feeling, and now… “What are you trying to tell me?” she asked, still staring down the sheathed weapons. “Was that you, or … Taichou?”
Hyourinmaru did not answer her. He never had.
~*~
“Ah,” Rukia stood up when Suzuki Nyoko returned to the small clinic room. “You called his sister then?”
The girl nearly jumped right out of her skin, not expecting to see her friend’s female savior in the room. Considering what she had just seen Rukia do, the Thirteenth Division shinigami felt she had every right to be a bit jumpy. “Y-yes!” she affirmed with a hesitant nod. “Luckily, I caught their house just in time. She was about to kidnap Miki-kun and Takeshi-kun and start a search party while her parents talked with the police. I told her that he was clipped by a car like you said, and I told her he wasn’t hurt badly. She’ll be here as soon as she looks up the directions.”
Rukia frowned. It was strange, hearing about this boy’s family when Hitsugaya-taichou’s was so different. She kept having to remind herself that they weren’t the same person, even though she’d been the one to insist on that in the first place. “Only his sister? What about his parents?”
“Well…” Nyoko trailed, appearing strangely sheepish. “Her parents were already on the way to the police station, so she said she’d come herself. She probably told them she found him, but… She usually feels responsible for Kouryuu-kun because … um … technically, she’s the one who adopted him.”
For a moment, the violet eyed shinigami didn’t know what to say. Then: “Is that even legal?”
“Is what legal?”
Nyoko jumped again, whirling around to face the person who had just walked up behind her. “Are you legal?” she pouted in return, glaring up into the surprised eyes of one Kurosaki Ichigo.
Ichigo looked thoroughly stumped, and Rukia couldn’t help but garner a small amount of satisfaction now that Ichigo was the clueless one. She, on the other hand, knew exactly what the girl was driving at. It had been what had caught Rukia off guard in the first place. Nyoko had reacted a little too calmly under the circumstances. She’d entrusted Kouryuu to two complete strangers, hadn’t said anything about seeing Rukia heal the boy or Kon yapping off in stuffed animal form, and had even followed them to an unknown location. She was either completely naïve and ignorant, or she had been waiting for just the right moment to bring it up.
“If you have something to say, say it,” Rukia huffed, folding her hands across her chest accusingly. “You’ve been holding in all of your questions, right? You must have several. Ichigo dragged me down this far already, so we’ll answer as many as we can as long as you understand that you won’t like any of the answers.”
Ichigo frowned, looking down at the girl as she nervously bit her lips. He didn’t move from the doorway; Rukia doubted he would until the inevitable conversation was through. It was just the way he worked, subconsciously guarding the entrance and the precious bounty it led to. Rukia knew he wouldn’t force anything out of the girl and neither would she, so it was all up to Nyoko whether she wanted to be involved or not.
“You…” She looked from Rukia to Ichigo then to the boy resting upon the bed before her soft lips finally lost their edge and donned a full, determined pout. “You were running at us like you already knew he was hurt even before you saw us! Then all of the things that happened… You already knew he was hurt, so you must know what hurt him! He was fine, he really was, but then he just pushed me away and started yelling and the next thing I knew… I … I really thought he was…” She had started speaking at lightning speeds, but now she slowed, doing everything in her power to keep her tears in check. “B-But then he just got up again and started running. He wouldn’t tell me anything, just that he had to get away no matter what. I had to ask you for help! You were the only ones there! But… You have to tell me.”
Her dark eyes flashed for just a second before she concluded, her tone black, “What hurt Kouryuu-kun? And why do you know about it?”
Ichigo sighed, raising his hand to scratch the back of his neck. Rukia could understand. They let her rant, draining away the emotional element before they gave their equally crippling answers. When the girl had finished, however, Rukia found herself at a loss. No “where did you get magic healing powers?” No “what the hell was that stuffed animal thing?” This girl really knew how to get to the heart of the matter.
“I already told you. We’re the good guys,” Ichigo came to her rescue. “The thing that hurt your boyfriend is a monster that normal people can’t see. It kinda-sorta killed him, but not really, so he tried to fight it off as a ghost. I defeated it, your boyfriend oh-so-gratefully knocked me over, and then he jumped back into his body, grabbed you, and ran.”
“That, of course, is the condensed version,” Rukia prompted, just a little grumpy at having been upstaged.
Nyoko digested this information for several seconds before her eyes widened to the size of dinner plates and her jaw plummeted clear to the ground. “Th-Then…! Miki-kun was really…! Kouryuu-kun can see ghosts?”
“Wait, he can what?”
Rukia had not moved two steps from her seat when the clinic door burst open and a veritable hurricane rushed through the entrance. “Where is he?!” the hurricane shouted, voice deafening. “If I don’t see him alive and well on the count of five, I’m going to start busting heads! One!”
“I take it that’s the sister,” Ichigo grunted, fingers planted firmly in his ears.
“Two!”
“Akane-san!” the girl shouted, her voice trailing behind her as she ran out the door. “Calm down! He’s okay! Please, just follow me.”
Rukia and Ichigo exchanged confused, wary glances as earth-shattering stomps made their way closer and closer to the room until finally the hurricane burst through the door. A young woman, only a year or so older than Ichigo, long, brown hair flying behind her, barged in, Nyoko’s grip on her arm doing nothing to hold her back.
“See?” the young girl clarified, her voice halting as she tried to catch her breath. “He’s fine! Nothing to worry about!”
Silence reigned for a whole five seconds, and for that mercilessly short amount of time, Ichigo and Rukia thought they had been saved from the wrath of the hurricane. Unfortunately, that wouldn’t be the case. “Ah, I see,” Shimizu Akane replied, her voice quiet and cold. She walked toward the bed, watching Kouryuu shift in his sleep. “Just a few scratches. There’s nothing for me to worry about at all. He’s perfectly fine.”
And that was when she lifted her fist into the air and bashed it right into the center of Kouryuu’s forehead. “If there’s nothing to worry about, then why the hell did you make me worry, huh?! I’ll give you something to worry about, you little-!”
“Akane-saaaan!” Nyoko cried, wrapping her arms around Akane’s waste while Ichigo and Rukia held her back by her arms. “He’s hurt! You can’t do that!”
“He’s fine, isn’t he?! Just like you said!” Akane growled back, struggling with all of her might. “Besides, I was just waking him up! The real beating won’t happen ‘til he can fight back! Then I’ll be able to unleash my ultimate punishment without hesitation!”
“Che. Shut up, will you? I’m trying to sleep. So annoying…”
Everyone paused in their struggles, looking down at the form in the bed as he grunted in irritation and turned to lay so that his back was facing them. Turning their gazes from Kouryuu to each other, a mutual understanding was born between them, and the restraints that had held the hurricane at bay were released without remorse.
~*~
“You know, normal people just say, ‘Wake up.’ They don’t try to murder you every morning,” Shimizu Kouryuu grumbled accusingly as he nursed a swollen cheek.
“It’s your fault. If I tried anything short of wrestling you out of bed, you’d stay there forever,” returned the equally shameless Shimizu Akane.
“Maybe if you didn’t wake me up like that, I wouldn’t mind getting up on time.”
“Maybe if you didn’t mind getting up on time, I wouldn’t have to wake you up like that.”
Ichigo swore he could see electricity darting across the room as the two siblings continued their back-and-forth game of frustrated arguments. It was a little confusing, if he was going to be honest. The two of them had really duked it out before Kouryuu finally called Uncle, and ever since then they’d just been sitting there insulting each other. Well, actually, the confusing part was that they hadn’t started arguing until after Nyoko introduced Rukia and himself. For a second, Kouryuu had almost looked scared, but then he just turned around and started arguing with Akane as if nothing was wrong. Then again…
“Nyoko, is this normal for them?” Rukia asked softly, echoing Ichigo’s thoughts to a T.
The young girl huddled into herself as she let loose a concerned sigh. “I still don’t get who you people are, but Kouryuu-kun really, really doesn’t like you.”
“I never would have guessed…” Ichigo drawled, pressing his legs closer together in a casual motion he hoped no one else noticed.
“Then leave.”
Ichigo’s eyes widened, and he whirled around to face Kouryuu, no longer arguing but instead glaring intently at him. Damn, that brat had good ears. “It’s my family’s clinic,” he replied, glaring right back. “You leave.”
“Okay.”
“Gah! I didn’t mean it!” the redheaded substitute shinigami hastily amended, grabbing Kouryuu’s arm before he could go. “We can’t just let a patient walk out the door! Plus, you’re-!”
“I’m what?”
Rukia had heard enough. If this kid was really related to Hitsugaya-taichou in some way, then they’d never get his attention by forcing him to do anything, especially not with his friends and family in the room. There was only one way to get him to cooperate, but the raven haired girl saw no real problem with revealing anything at this point. Thus it was that as Ichigo and Kouryuu struggled at the exit, Kuchiki Rukia pulled out a very familiar pez-like candy dispenser and popped its contents into her mouth.
Immediately her soul disconnected with her gigai, and immediately Kouryuu froze in place.
“Still want to leave?” she asked. The Hitsugaya look-alike didn’t respond, his eye traveling conspicuously from the Rukia smiling stupidly in her little, white dress to the Rukia frowning seriously and holding a sharp, deadly sword. Well, that answered one of her questions anyway. He could definitely see ghosts, and if what Nyoko had said was any indication, he had been able to do so long before he’d ever met them. “You want answers from us, and we want answers from you. What do you say we make it an even trade?”
“Kouryuu… What are you staring at?”
Only then did the boy snap out of his trance, eyes widening as he turned to Akane. “N-Nee-san…” Ichigo could tell by the look on the girl’s face that Kouryuu stuttering was just as out of place as if Toushirou himself had done it. “Tell everyone that I’m fine, but I’m staying the night, just in case. You can give them the address or phone number if you want, but no visitors.”
“You can’t be serious!” Akane protested, obviously shocked with his sudden change of heart.
“Just this once. Please, listen to me. I’ll even do all of the grocery shopping for the rest of the month.”
Neither Rukia nor Ichigo quite understood what happened then. The two siblings’ eyes met, and then it was as if the hurricane had suddenly been replaced by a calm, summer breeze. “Alright then,” she sighed. “Just this once. If Mom and Dad get mad at me, you’re going to be the one hurting for it later.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he huffed with a snort.
“Nyoko-chan, don’t let him out of your sight. If he does anything stupid, give me a call,” the high school girl grunted, sticking her tongue out at her brother as she walked out the door. “So there. I have an informant. Behave, Shoutei-chan!”
“Baka-nee-san…” the boy grumbled under his breath before turning his back on the exit and glaring at the two people before him. Rukia had taken the chance to return to her gigai while the brother and sister were talking, and Nyoko had stepped up and stood her ground right behind her little boyfriend. She didn’t understand what was happening, but she knew that she wouldn’t learn anything by running away. “Alright,” Kouryuu continued, none-too-happily. “Start talking and maybe I’ll just aim for your shins this time. How’s that for a fair trade?”
Ichigo and Rukia turned to each other and nodded knowingly.
“The best place to discuss something like this is definitely…” Rukia began, and Ichigo nodded grimly.
“Urahara Shoten.”
Fandom: Bleach
Main Character: Hitsugaya Toushirou/Shimizu Kouryuu
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General/Adventure/Suspense/Mystery
Warnings: Sporadic gore, language, author's inability to stay consistent with a single genre
Timeline: This story follows the manga's timeline. It takes place after the war with Aizen has begun.
Summary: Hitsugaya's disappearance left Seireitei with plenty of unanswered questions, but when a boy identical to the supposedly late taichou appears on Earth, to what lengths will everyone go to find out why? And when the answer does come, will it be too late?
“And do you ever feel like you're alone?
And do you ever wish you'd be unknown?”
-Everything’s Magic, Angels and Airwaves
~*~
Chapter Six
Death to Conservatism
~*~
She could feel a cool breeze, driving through the very core of her being. It chilled her to the bones, making her shiver in her sleep. But before she could even comprehend why, it had vanished, and the chill that had reminded her again and again that she was still alive faded into nothing.
With a start, Matsumoto Rangiku shot up out of her futon, eyes turning frantically left and right only to see the same old basement in the same old Urahara Shoten. But… She had been so sure…. She had felt it, just like that time…. It was definitely him; there was no doubt about it. So why…? Slowly, mechanically, the buxom shinigami turned her eyes to the corner of the basement room, where two Japanese swords were leaning against the wall. One of them was glowing a brilliant blue.
“Déjà vu…” she sighed heavily, almost not believing her eyes. First, that familiar feeling, and now… “What are you trying to tell me?” she asked, still staring down the sheathed weapons. “Was that you, or … Taichou?”
Hyourinmaru did not answer her. He never had.
“Ah,” Rukia stood up when Suzuki Nyoko returned to the small clinic room. “You called his sister then?”
The girl nearly jumped right out of her skin, not expecting to see her friend’s female savior in the room. Considering what she had just seen Rukia do, the Thirteenth Division shinigami felt she had every right to be a bit jumpy. “Y-yes!” she affirmed with a hesitant nod. “Luckily, I caught their house just in time. She was about to kidnap Miki-kun and Takeshi-kun and start a search party while her parents talked with the police. I told her that he was clipped by a car like you said, and I told her he wasn’t hurt badly. She’ll be here as soon as she looks up the directions.”
Rukia frowned. It was strange, hearing about this boy’s family when Hitsugaya-taichou’s was so different. She kept having to remind herself that they weren’t the same person, even though she’d been the one to insist on that in the first place. “Only his sister? What about his parents?”
“Well…” Nyoko trailed, appearing strangely sheepish. “Her parents were already on the way to the police station, so she said she’d come herself. She probably told them she found him, but… She usually feels responsible for Kouryuu-kun because … um … technically, she’s the one who adopted him.”
For a moment, the violet eyed shinigami didn’t know what to say. Then: “Is that even legal?”
“Is what legal?”
Nyoko jumped again, whirling around to face the person who had just walked up behind her. “Are you legal?” she pouted in return, glaring up into the surprised eyes of one Kurosaki Ichigo.
Ichigo looked thoroughly stumped, and Rukia couldn’t help but garner a small amount of satisfaction now that Ichigo was the clueless one. She, on the other hand, knew exactly what the girl was driving at. It had been what had caught Rukia off guard in the first place. Nyoko had reacted a little too calmly under the circumstances. She’d entrusted Kouryuu to two complete strangers, hadn’t said anything about seeing Rukia heal the boy or Kon yapping off in stuffed animal form, and had even followed them to an unknown location. She was either completely naïve and ignorant, or she had been waiting for just the right moment to bring it up.
“If you have something to say, say it,” Rukia huffed, folding her hands across her chest accusingly. “You’ve been holding in all of your questions, right? You must have several. Ichigo dragged me down this far already, so we’ll answer as many as we can as long as you understand that you won’t like any of the answers.”
Ichigo frowned, looking down at the girl as she nervously bit her lips. He didn’t move from the doorway; Rukia doubted he would until the inevitable conversation was through. It was just the way he worked, subconsciously guarding the entrance and the precious bounty it led to. Rukia knew he wouldn’t force anything out of the girl and neither would she, so it was all up to Nyoko whether she wanted to be involved or not.
“You…” She looked from Rukia to Ichigo then to the boy resting upon the bed before her soft lips finally lost their edge and donned a full, determined pout. “You were running at us like you already knew he was hurt even before you saw us! Then all of the things that happened… You already knew he was hurt, so you must know what hurt him! He was fine, he really was, but then he just pushed me away and started yelling and the next thing I knew… I … I really thought he was…” She had started speaking at lightning speeds, but now she slowed, doing everything in her power to keep her tears in check. “B-But then he just got up again and started running. He wouldn’t tell me anything, just that he had to get away no matter what. I had to ask you for help! You were the only ones there! But… You have to tell me.”
Her dark eyes flashed for just a second before she concluded, her tone black, “What hurt Kouryuu-kun? And why do you know about it?”
Ichigo sighed, raising his hand to scratch the back of his neck. Rukia could understand. They let her rant, draining away the emotional element before they gave their equally crippling answers. When the girl had finished, however, Rukia found herself at a loss. No “where did you get magic healing powers?” No “what the hell was that stuffed animal thing?” This girl really knew how to get to the heart of the matter.
“I already told you. We’re the good guys,” Ichigo came to her rescue. “The thing that hurt your boyfriend is a monster that normal people can’t see. It kinda-sorta killed him, but not really, so he tried to fight it off as a ghost. I defeated it, your boyfriend oh-so-gratefully knocked me over, and then he jumped back into his body, grabbed you, and ran.”
“That, of course, is the condensed version,” Rukia prompted, just a little grumpy at having been upstaged.
Nyoko digested this information for several seconds before her eyes widened to the size of dinner plates and her jaw plummeted clear to the ground. “Th-Then…! Miki-kun was really…! Kouryuu-kun can see ghosts?”
“Wait, he can what?”
Rukia had not moved two steps from her seat when the clinic door burst open and a veritable hurricane rushed through the entrance. “Where is he?!” the hurricane shouted, voice deafening. “If I don’t see him alive and well on the count of five, I’m going to start busting heads! One!”
“I take it that’s the sister,” Ichigo grunted, fingers planted firmly in his ears.
“Two!”
“Akane-san!” the girl shouted, her voice trailing behind her as she ran out the door. “Calm down! He’s okay! Please, just follow me.”
Rukia and Ichigo exchanged confused, wary glances as earth-shattering stomps made their way closer and closer to the room until finally the hurricane burst through the door. A young woman, only a year or so older than Ichigo, long, brown hair flying behind her, barged in, Nyoko’s grip on her arm doing nothing to hold her back.
“See?” the young girl clarified, her voice halting as she tried to catch her breath. “He’s fine! Nothing to worry about!”
Silence reigned for a whole five seconds, and for that mercilessly short amount of time, Ichigo and Rukia thought they had been saved from the wrath of the hurricane. Unfortunately, that wouldn’t be the case. “Ah, I see,” Shimizu Akane replied, her voice quiet and cold. She walked toward the bed, watching Kouryuu shift in his sleep. “Just a few scratches. There’s nothing for me to worry about at all. He’s perfectly fine.”
And that was when she lifted her fist into the air and bashed it right into the center of Kouryuu’s forehead. “If there’s nothing to worry about, then why the hell did you make me worry, huh?! I’ll give you something to worry about, you little-!”
“Akane-saaaan!” Nyoko cried, wrapping her arms around Akane’s waste while Ichigo and Rukia held her back by her arms. “He’s hurt! You can’t do that!”
“He’s fine, isn’t he?! Just like you said!” Akane growled back, struggling with all of her might. “Besides, I was just waking him up! The real beating won’t happen ‘til he can fight back! Then I’ll be able to unleash my ultimate punishment without hesitation!”
“Che. Shut up, will you? I’m trying to sleep. So annoying…”
Everyone paused in their struggles, looking down at the form in the bed as he grunted in irritation and turned to lay so that his back was facing them. Turning their gazes from Kouryuu to each other, a mutual understanding was born between them, and the restraints that had held the hurricane at bay were released without remorse.
“You know, normal people just say, ‘Wake up.’ They don’t try to murder you every morning,” Shimizu Kouryuu grumbled accusingly as he nursed a swollen cheek.
“It’s your fault. If I tried anything short of wrestling you out of bed, you’d stay there forever,” returned the equally shameless Shimizu Akane.
“Maybe if you didn’t wake me up like that, I wouldn’t mind getting up on time.”
“Maybe if you didn’t mind getting up on time, I wouldn’t have to wake you up like that.”
Ichigo swore he could see electricity darting across the room as the two siblings continued their back-and-forth game of frustrated arguments. It was a little confusing, if he was going to be honest. The two of them had really duked it out before Kouryuu finally called Uncle, and ever since then they’d just been sitting there insulting each other. Well, actually, the confusing part was that they hadn’t started arguing until after Nyoko introduced Rukia and himself. For a second, Kouryuu had almost looked scared, but then he just turned around and started arguing with Akane as if nothing was wrong. Then again…
“Nyoko, is this normal for them?” Rukia asked softly, echoing Ichigo’s thoughts to a T.
The young girl huddled into herself as she let loose a concerned sigh. “I still don’t get who you people are, but Kouryuu-kun really, really doesn’t like you.”
“I never would have guessed…” Ichigo drawled, pressing his legs closer together in a casual motion he hoped no one else noticed.
“Then leave.”
Ichigo’s eyes widened, and he whirled around to face Kouryuu, no longer arguing but instead glaring intently at him. Damn, that brat had good ears. “It’s my family’s clinic,” he replied, glaring right back. “You leave.”
“Okay.”
“Gah! I didn’t mean it!” the redheaded substitute shinigami hastily amended, grabbing Kouryuu’s arm before he could go. “We can’t just let a patient walk out the door! Plus, you’re-!”
“I’m what?”
Rukia had heard enough. If this kid was really related to Hitsugaya-taichou in some way, then they’d never get his attention by forcing him to do anything, especially not with his friends and family in the room. There was only one way to get him to cooperate, but the raven haired girl saw no real problem with revealing anything at this point. Thus it was that as Ichigo and Kouryuu struggled at the exit, Kuchiki Rukia pulled out a very familiar pez-like candy dispenser and popped its contents into her mouth.
Immediately her soul disconnected with her gigai, and immediately Kouryuu froze in place.
“Still want to leave?” she asked. The Hitsugaya look-alike didn’t respond, his eye traveling conspicuously from the Rukia smiling stupidly in her little, white dress to the Rukia frowning seriously and holding a sharp, deadly sword. Well, that answered one of her questions anyway. He could definitely see ghosts, and if what Nyoko had said was any indication, he had been able to do so long before he’d ever met them. “You want answers from us, and we want answers from you. What do you say we make it an even trade?”
“Kouryuu… What are you staring at?”
Only then did the boy snap out of his trance, eyes widening as he turned to Akane. “N-Nee-san…” Ichigo could tell by the look on the girl’s face that Kouryuu stuttering was just as out of place as if Toushirou himself had done it. “Tell everyone that I’m fine, but I’m staying the night, just in case. You can give them the address or phone number if you want, but no visitors.”
“You can’t be serious!” Akane protested, obviously shocked with his sudden change of heart.
“Just this once. Please, listen to me. I’ll even do all of the grocery shopping for the rest of the month.”
Neither Rukia nor Ichigo quite understood what happened then. The two siblings’ eyes met, and then it was as if the hurricane had suddenly been replaced by a calm, summer breeze. “Alright then,” she sighed. “Just this once. If Mom and Dad get mad at me, you’re going to be the one hurting for it later.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he huffed with a snort.
“Nyoko-chan, don’t let him out of your sight. If he does anything stupid, give me a call,” the high school girl grunted, sticking her tongue out at her brother as she walked out the door. “So there. I have an informant. Behave, Shoutei-chan!”
“Baka-nee-san…” the boy grumbled under his breath before turning his back on the exit and glaring at the two people before him. Rukia had taken the chance to return to her gigai while the brother and sister were talking, and Nyoko had stepped up and stood her ground right behind her little boyfriend. She didn’t understand what was happening, but she knew that she wouldn’t learn anything by running away. “Alright,” Kouryuu continued, none-too-happily. “Start talking and maybe I’ll just aim for your shins this time. How’s that for a fair trade?”
Ichigo and Rukia turned to each other and nodded knowingly.
“The best place to discuss something like this is definitely…” Rukia began, and Ichigo nodded grimly.
“Urahara Shoten.”