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Log; complete
When; Backdated like woah... Right after Matsumoto left, so early July?
Rating; PG
Characters; Urahara Kisuke, Kurosaki Isshin
Summary; Isshin's been bummed with the absence of Matsumoto, and Kisuke offers to spar with him to cheer him up.
Log;
Timing felt a little wrong when Urahara mentioned to his temporary roommates that he was going to stay with Yoruichi at the shrine. First Matsumoto-san wasn't feeling well for reasons unknown to him and he wasn't feeling up to prying into it, then the blown secret of Isshin being a shinigami to his unknowing son Ichigo and the family issues that surrounded that, and to top it all off, the disappearance of Matsumoto-san and leaving Isshin alone to brood about it all. Yes, great timing indeed.
With a sigh, Urahara leaned against the tree that was the enterance to the underground training "playground" as he and Yoruichi called it. He wasn't sure who else knew about it, but apparently not too many since he had yet to see anyone in it other than acquaintances of his and Yoruichi's. His right hand gripped a sword's hilt as he twisted it, digging a small hole in the soft soil. It wasn't Benihime or a zanpakutou for that matter, and he felt a little frusterated at that note. If he ever got back to Karakura Town, that was the last time he ever left his shop without his sword hidden in his cane. At least Yoruichi found something for him, so he now felt less useless and in danger.
He waited patiently for Isshin, knowing the poor guy needed to get away from his thoughts, and Urahara couldn't blame him.
Isshin strolled down the streets of the City, hands stuck in his pants as he tried not to look too dejected. When it all came down to it, he had no one to blame but himself for his troubles. Okay, that wasn't true, Rangiku disappearing wasn't his fault, but he still missed the girl. Perhaps it was for the best though, he would probably only burden her with his problems when she had enough of her own. Isshin had searched the City thoroughly though and found no trace of her reiatsu, so he hoped that she had gone home. She would be much happier there.
Even with all that, he was looking forward to spending time with Urahara. His old friend had been with him from the very beginning, when Isshin left Soul Society and then later started a family. When Urahara offered his condolences to Isshin, he knew that they were coming from years of seeing the whole situation and understand the motives. It helped some that he and Yoruichi were so understand and didn't hold anything against him. It paled in the face of his own guilt and that of his son, but it helped none the less.
Not only that, but it would be good to spar with someone, it had been far too long since he had been able to stretch those muscles. While his black suit was different from his standard shinigami uniform, the sword tucked into the belt at his hip was comforting. Even after several decades he hadn't completely gotten used to its absence, centuries of habit was hard to break.
Arriving at the shrine, Isshin saw his friend idly leaning against a tree outside. Urahara had a way of making everything he did look idle. Even when fighting the man seemed completely relaxed, as if he was about to take a nap. It was infuriating at times.
"Kisuke!" he called out, waving a hand in greeting. "I see you're freeloading off of Yoruichi now."
A wide grin spread across his face before looking up. "Freeloading!? Me~?" He gave a dramatic scoff. "It's owed, besides she freeloaded off me for years back home." At the word "home" he paused for a moment, is that how he was considering Karakura Town now, just home? Even after a number of years living there, perhaps he finally was regarding Soul Society no longer his true home.
With a shake of his head, knowing this wasn't the time to ponder such thoughts, he stepped back and opened the doorway. "After you, Isshin!"
He could tell his friend was tired, he could tell by the slight dark circles under his eyes and how he carried himself. "When was the last time you had a decent night sleep?" If Urahara said he wasn't concerned, it would be a lie, since he too had been holding this secret from Ichigo. It was perhaps the second time he's done something like this, yet somehow he was overlooked or forgiven in it all. "You sure you want to train?" It was probably a dumb question, but he still felt like it had to be asked.
A half smile crossed his face at Urahara's words, somehow doubting that Yoruichi was exactly a freeloader all this time, but something like that wouldn't keep his friend from making the argument. Isshin nodded his head as he passed by and into the doorway of this training facility.
"I'm a doctor, I'm used to hardly sleeping," was Isshin's only reply to the fact that he looked nearly dead on his feet. It had only been a night - or was it two? - that he had gone without sleeping. And it wasn't as if he had purposely skipped sleep, it had just eluded him, his mind refusing to calm down enough for him to think.
"And I'm fine to train. At least I managed to bring my zanpakutou..."he chided.
Any other shinigami might have been a bit more sensitive about the loss of another's zanpakutou, but Isshin had gone without his for twenty years and he doubted Urahara would be trapped here that long.
He shrugged at the jab about the zanpakutou. "I didn't think leaving it home for one afternoon would be such a big deal. The kids were pretty hellbent about going to the park, I didn't think of it, honestly..." He had already heard it all from others, it was a stupid thing to do and he agreed, and he had already decided it was the last time he did something like that.
"Alright, if you insist you're fine..." Urahara took a few paces back from Isshin, and stood in a defending position, "Show me what you got." A large grin spread across his face, partially shadowed by his hat.
"To be honest, the only reason I ended up with mine is because I was in my gigai before I came here... and wasn't once I got here," Isshin admitted. Although, he so rarely went about while not in the gigai unless he intended to use his weapon he probably would have ended up bringing it with him regardless.
When his friend assumed a defensive position he grinned and drew his weapon as he turned to face the man. Since Urahara couldn't release his normal sword Isshin wouldn't release his zanpakutou either. Not that he necessarily needed to in order to win, bu he would never hear the end of it from the other man if he did.
"And did Yoruichi ever ask about the wager she wanted to make?" he querried, crouching in preparation to spring forward into an attack.
"If I win, she gets your hat, if you win, I bake her cookies two weeks," Isshin explained, lunging into an attack before the other man could answer.
Raising his sword a tad higher and taking a step to the right, he blocked Isshin's swing. He took the opportunity to swing at him during the rebound, having it be blocked. "And why wasn't I around for this deal?" He jumped back enough to evade another attack. "But cookies? You do realize if you make them for her, you're making them for me as well. That's cute, Isshin~."
Slowly, with the sword pointing down, Urahara began to circle Isshin. "Your form is still pretty impressive, might I add~." He paused for the briefest second before rushing him.
"Hmph, you think she'll give them to you for free?" the dark haired man asked, responding likewise as Urahara began to circle him. He wasn't fooled in the least by his friend's lazy attitude, knowing full well that Kisuke took everything seriously.
"Yours isn't half bad either," he said, returning the compliment. To be honest though, a mere twenty years off from fighting wasn't much in comparison with the hundreds of years the two friends had spent learning to fight prior to this.
"It's not my reflexes that seems slow, just my reiatsu, I can tell it's not back to full capacity," Isshin explained before springing forward and slashing at the other man with three quick blows, all of them parried effortlessly. While the shop owner may take everything seriously, Isshin wished that some times he would look like it. It hurt a guys pride when it looked like your opponent was going to nap any moment.
Urahara scoffed, "Since when did I have to pay for things from Yoruichi?" He gave a dramatic shrug just before spinning out of the way from another attack. "We've been friends forever, almost."
He was watching Isshin's movements, before darting to the side. "I don't think you need me to tell you practice will help bring it back... That's common sense, but if you want to spar at anytime, don't hesitate to ask~!" He was always providing offers - chores to the kids, merchandise to customers, help to his friends - never really asking for anything in return until he really meant it.
"As for your son, do you wish me to speak to him about the issue?" He rushed in again, avoided a block, and landed a hit to Isshin's arm with the flat of the sword. Sure, they were practicing with real weapons, but cause actual harm was pointless, in Urahara's mind.
"Oh I think we should spar regularly!" Isshin said, grinning wickedly at his friend as they spun about in a blur of limbs and steel. "You're getting a little soft around the midsection there I think. Too much of having your free loaders do your work for you!"
The barb was meant in good humor since Urahara lacked anything even remotely resembling a soft middle. If anything Isshin thought that his friend could stand to pack on some muscle. Not to say the other man was weak, but he looked like he was about to dry up and blow away under those robes.
"Not unless you feel compelled to," he replied to the man's question. "I can't imagine he'll be happy with you either, keeping it from him."
His grin grew wider, "The only thing getting anywhere near soft is my emotions." He rarely allowed them to affect his decisions, but he couldn't deny that he's changed since their days back in Soul Society. There were only a few people that he'd allow see them really show through, most notably Yoruichi and Isshin.
"Ichigo, for reasons unknown to me, seems to be quite the forgiving type towards me." Urahara became careless for a moment, and took a good hit to said "soft midsection". Jumping back, he rubbed the affected area, "But if he is forgiving towards me, I think he'll be forgiving towards you. It'll just take time."
Isshin still knew how to pack such force in his attacks, Urahara noted as put up a defensive front. It was a both a good thing and a negative thing, "Isshin, keep up with that force, you'll tire out!"
"That's what happens when you surround yourself with all those kids you have helping out," Isshin commented. "They just start sucking the emotion right of you. Your hysterics are already bad enough."
The dark haired man let out a laugh as they converged again, several more blows dealt back and forth, this time both of them walking away with wounds. Isshin's mouth pursed in thought at that. He was definitely getting lazy, or was at least out of practice. He needed to brush up on his sword fighting skills a lot more than he thought.
"Hah, I have not been sitting idly by as I work in my clinic," he recorded. "I've been keeping myself in excellent shape for all the ladies out there..."
"Ladies, eh?" Urahara chuckled at the thought, "You haven't changed after all, Isshin!" He jumped out of the way from a swipe that probably had enough force to chop off his entire arm if so desired. "It's only when you fall hard when you stop."
He paused for a moment, took a deep breath and met Isshin back with as much force. Metal clashed, creating sparks, as they spun and remembered new and old techniques from their years of training. Urahara swung and was blocked, but tried immediately again after, finding an open spot as well as exposing one himself.
Pushed off balance, Urahara fell to the ground, but when he opened his eyes again both were breathing heavily, and positioned in a compromise with swords pointed at vital areas. "I..." His throat was dry, "think we can call checkmate here?"
"Hmph, would you rather I change and go after the gentleman? No thank you sir!" he said, grinning broadly at his friend, both of their blades in the "kill" position. He reached up and wiped some beads of sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. It had only been a short fight but it had been such a long time since he needed to exert himself.
"But yes, I think this is checkmate," he replied, stepping back and sheathing his zanpakutou. "My reiatsu is nearly up to full strength but it feels clumsy to use it, like I lost an arm and now it's back," he added, shaking his head. "After losing it I never thought it would feel strange to have it back."
Urahara grinned, and with help from the sword, pulled himself up to his feet. "In due time. In due time, Isshin!" With the Arrancar acting carelessly and questionably, it was important that everyone was in prime fighting condition. In this case, there was no room for mistake, and that thought concerned him. They were so outnumbered, it was going to be difficult.
"Let's keep these matches up. Perhaps a couple days a week?" Urahara sheathed his own sword, and folded his arms. "I think there's some lemonade in the kitchen, want some?" He began his trek back to the stairs, many thoughts going through his mind of the future.
Isshin nodded in agreement with his friend, guessing at what the other man was thinking. Even if a war wasn't coming that didn't mean there wouldn't be any individual attacks. While Isshin doubted that he would be any sort of target for the Arrancar (they seemed to already have shinigami who they specifically hated) he had no doubt that his son would be. Even if Ichigo wasn't talking to him, Isshin would not stand by and let anyone harm his family if there was anything he could do about it. Especially if Yuzu or Karin ended up here.
"A couple of days a week would be good," he said, sheathing his zanpakutou. "And so does lemonade. Perhaps some cake too, or some frozen yogurt? Something sweet would be good. You are going to offer your guest frozen yogurt, aren't you?"
Rating; PG
Characters; Urahara Kisuke, Kurosaki Isshin
Summary; Isshin's been bummed with the absence of Matsumoto, and Kisuke offers to spar with him to cheer him up.
Log;
Timing felt a little wrong when Urahara mentioned to his temporary roommates that he was going to stay with Yoruichi at the shrine. First Matsumoto-san wasn't feeling well for reasons unknown to him and he wasn't feeling up to prying into it, then the blown secret of Isshin being a shinigami to his unknowing son Ichigo and the family issues that surrounded that, and to top it all off, the disappearance of Matsumoto-san and leaving Isshin alone to brood about it all. Yes, great timing indeed.
With a sigh, Urahara leaned against the tree that was the enterance to the underground training "playground" as he and Yoruichi called it. He wasn't sure who else knew about it, but apparently not too many since he had yet to see anyone in it other than acquaintances of his and Yoruichi's. His right hand gripped a sword's hilt as he twisted it, digging a small hole in the soft soil. It wasn't Benihime or a zanpakutou for that matter, and he felt a little frusterated at that note. If he ever got back to Karakura Town, that was the last time he ever left his shop without his sword hidden in his cane. At least Yoruichi found something for him, so he now felt less useless and in danger.
He waited patiently for Isshin, knowing the poor guy needed to get away from his thoughts, and Urahara couldn't blame him.
Isshin strolled down the streets of the City, hands stuck in his pants as he tried not to look too dejected. When it all came down to it, he had no one to blame but himself for his troubles. Okay, that wasn't true, Rangiku disappearing wasn't his fault, but he still missed the girl. Perhaps it was for the best though, he would probably only burden her with his problems when she had enough of her own. Isshin had searched the City thoroughly though and found no trace of her reiatsu, so he hoped that she had gone home. She would be much happier there.
Even with all that, he was looking forward to spending time with Urahara. His old friend had been with him from the very beginning, when Isshin left Soul Society and then later started a family. When Urahara offered his condolences to Isshin, he knew that they were coming from years of seeing the whole situation and understand the motives. It helped some that he and Yoruichi were so understand and didn't hold anything against him. It paled in the face of his own guilt and that of his son, but it helped none the less.
Not only that, but it would be good to spar with someone, it had been far too long since he had been able to stretch those muscles. While his black suit was different from his standard shinigami uniform, the sword tucked into the belt at his hip was comforting. Even after several decades he hadn't completely gotten used to its absence, centuries of habit was hard to break.
Arriving at the shrine, Isshin saw his friend idly leaning against a tree outside. Urahara had a way of making everything he did look idle. Even when fighting the man seemed completely relaxed, as if he was about to take a nap. It was infuriating at times.
"Kisuke!" he called out, waving a hand in greeting. "I see you're freeloading off of Yoruichi now."
A wide grin spread across his face before looking up. "Freeloading!? Me~?" He gave a dramatic scoff. "It's owed, besides she freeloaded off me for years back home." At the word "home" he paused for a moment, is that how he was considering Karakura Town now, just home? Even after a number of years living there, perhaps he finally was regarding Soul Society no longer his true home.
With a shake of his head, knowing this wasn't the time to ponder such thoughts, he stepped back and opened the doorway. "After you, Isshin!"
He could tell his friend was tired, he could tell by the slight dark circles under his eyes and how he carried himself. "When was the last time you had a decent night sleep?" If Urahara said he wasn't concerned, it would be a lie, since he too had been holding this secret from Ichigo. It was perhaps the second time he's done something like this, yet somehow he was overlooked or forgiven in it all. "You sure you want to train?" It was probably a dumb question, but he still felt like it had to be asked.
A half smile crossed his face at Urahara's words, somehow doubting that Yoruichi was exactly a freeloader all this time, but something like that wouldn't keep his friend from making the argument. Isshin nodded his head as he passed by and into the doorway of this training facility.
"I'm a doctor, I'm used to hardly sleeping," was Isshin's only reply to the fact that he looked nearly dead on his feet. It had only been a night - or was it two? - that he had gone without sleeping. And it wasn't as if he had purposely skipped sleep, it had just eluded him, his mind refusing to calm down enough for him to think.
"And I'm fine to train. At least I managed to bring my zanpakutou..."he chided.
Any other shinigami might have been a bit more sensitive about the loss of another's zanpakutou, but Isshin had gone without his for twenty years and he doubted Urahara would be trapped here that long.
He shrugged at the jab about the zanpakutou. "I didn't think leaving it home for one afternoon would be such a big deal. The kids were pretty hellbent about going to the park, I didn't think of it, honestly..." He had already heard it all from others, it was a stupid thing to do and he agreed, and he had already decided it was the last time he did something like that.
"Alright, if you insist you're fine..." Urahara took a few paces back from Isshin, and stood in a defending position, "Show me what you got." A large grin spread across his face, partially shadowed by his hat.
"To be honest, the only reason I ended up with mine is because I was in my gigai before I came here... and wasn't once I got here," Isshin admitted. Although, he so rarely went about while not in the gigai unless he intended to use his weapon he probably would have ended up bringing it with him regardless.
When his friend assumed a defensive position he grinned and drew his weapon as he turned to face the man. Since Urahara couldn't release his normal sword Isshin wouldn't release his zanpakutou either. Not that he necessarily needed to in order to win, bu he would never hear the end of it from the other man if he did.
"And did Yoruichi ever ask about the wager she wanted to make?" he querried, crouching in preparation to spring forward into an attack.
"If I win, she gets your hat, if you win, I bake her cookies two weeks," Isshin explained, lunging into an attack before the other man could answer.
Raising his sword a tad higher and taking a step to the right, he blocked Isshin's swing. He took the opportunity to swing at him during the rebound, having it be blocked. "And why wasn't I around for this deal?" He jumped back enough to evade another attack. "But cookies? You do realize if you make them for her, you're making them for me as well. That's cute, Isshin~."
Slowly, with the sword pointing down, Urahara began to circle Isshin. "Your form is still pretty impressive, might I add~." He paused for the briefest second before rushing him.
"Hmph, you think she'll give them to you for free?" the dark haired man asked, responding likewise as Urahara began to circle him. He wasn't fooled in the least by his friend's lazy attitude, knowing full well that Kisuke took everything seriously.
"Yours isn't half bad either," he said, returning the compliment. To be honest though, a mere twenty years off from fighting wasn't much in comparison with the hundreds of years the two friends had spent learning to fight prior to this.
"It's not my reflexes that seems slow, just my reiatsu, I can tell it's not back to full capacity," Isshin explained before springing forward and slashing at the other man with three quick blows, all of them parried effortlessly. While the shop owner may take everything seriously, Isshin wished that some times he would look like it. It hurt a guys pride when it looked like your opponent was going to nap any moment.
Urahara scoffed, "Since when did I have to pay for things from Yoruichi?" He gave a dramatic shrug just before spinning out of the way from another attack. "We've been friends forever, almost."
He was watching Isshin's movements, before darting to the side. "I don't think you need me to tell you practice will help bring it back... That's common sense, but if you want to spar at anytime, don't hesitate to ask~!" He was always providing offers - chores to the kids, merchandise to customers, help to his friends - never really asking for anything in return until he really meant it.
"As for your son, do you wish me to speak to him about the issue?" He rushed in again, avoided a block, and landed a hit to Isshin's arm with the flat of the sword. Sure, they were practicing with real weapons, but cause actual harm was pointless, in Urahara's mind.
"Oh I think we should spar regularly!" Isshin said, grinning wickedly at his friend as they spun about in a blur of limbs and steel. "You're getting a little soft around the midsection there I think. Too much of having your free loaders do your work for you!"
The barb was meant in good humor since Urahara lacked anything even remotely resembling a soft middle. If anything Isshin thought that his friend could stand to pack on some muscle. Not to say the other man was weak, but he looked like he was about to dry up and blow away under those robes.
"Not unless you feel compelled to," he replied to the man's question. "I can't imagine he'll be happy with you either, keeping it from him."
His grin grew wider, "The only thing getting anywhere near soft is my emotions." He rarely allowed them to affect his decisions, but he couldn't deny that he's changed since their days back in Soul Society. There were only a few people that he'd allow see them really show through, most notably Yoruichi and Isshin.
"Ichigo, for reasons unknown to me, seems to be quite the forgiving type towards me." Urahara became careless for a moment, and took a good hit to said "soft midsection". Jumping back, he rubbed the affected area, "But if he is forgiving towards me, I think he'll be forgiving towards you. It'll just take time."
Isshin still knew how to pack such force in his attacks, Urahara noted as put up a defensive front. It was a both a good thing and a negative thing, "Isshin, keep up with that force, you'll tire out!"
"That's what happens when you surround yourself with all those kids you have helping out," Isshin commented. "They just start sucking the emotion right of you. Your hysterics are already bad enough."
The dark haired man let out a laugh as they converged again, several more blows dealt back and forth, this time both of them walking away with wounds. Isshin's mouth pursed in thought at that. He was definitely getting lazy, or was at least out of practice. He needed to brush up on his sword fighting skills a lot more than he thought.
"Hah, I have not been sitting idly by as I work in my clinic," he recorded. "I've been keeping myself in excellent shape for all the ladies out there..."
"Ladies, eh?" Urahara chuckled at the thought, "You haven't changed after all, Isshin!" He jumped out of the way from a swipe that probably had enough force to chop off his entire arm if so desired. "It's only when you fall hard when you stop."
He paused for a moment, took a deep breath and met Isshin back with as much force. Metal clashed, creating sparks, as they spun and remembered new and old techniques from their years of training. Urahara swung and was blocked, but tried immediately again after, finding an open spot as well as exposing one himself.
Pushed off balance, Urahara fell to the ground, but when he opened his eyes again both were breathing heavily, and positioned in a compromise with swords pointed at vital areas. "I..." His throat was dry, "think we can call checkmate here?"
"Hmph, would you rather I change and go after the gentleman? No thank you sir!" he said, grinning broadly at his friend, both of their blades in the "kill" position. He reached up and wiped some beads of sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. It had only been a short fight but it had been such a long time since he needed to exert himself.
"But yes, I think this is checkmate," he replied, stepping back and sheathing his zanpakutou. "My reiatsu is nearly up to full strength but it feels clumsy to use it, like I lost an arm and now it's back," he added, shaking his head. "After losing it I never thought it would feel strange to have it back."
Urahara grinned, and with help from the sword, pulled himself up to his feet. "In due time. In due time, Isshin!" With the Arrancar acting carelessly and questionably, it was important that everyone was in prime fighting condition. In this case, there was no room for mistake, and that thought concerned him. They were so outnumbered, it was going to be difficult.
"Let's keep these matches up. Perhaps a couple days a week?" Urahara sheathed his own sword, and folded his arms. "I think there's some lemonade in the kitchen, want some?" He began his trek back to the stairs, many thoughts going through his mind of the future.
Isshin nodded in agreement with his friend, guessing at what the other man was thinking. Even if a war wasn't coming that didn't mean there wouldn't be any individual attacks. While Isshin doubted that he would be any sort of target for the Arrancar (they seemed to already have shinigami who they specifically hated) he had no doubt that his son would be. Even if Ichigo wasn't talking to him, Isshin would not stand by and let anyone harm his family if there was anything he could do about it. Especially if Yuzu or Karin ended up here.
"A couple of days a week would be good," he said, sheathing his zanpakutou. "And so does lemonade. Perhaps some cake too, or some frozen yogurt? Something sweet would be good. You are going to offer your guest frozen yogurt, aren't you?"