Series: Winter War
Character: Yoruichi, Urahara
Rating: PG for violence
Word Count: 587
Summery: Yoruichi takes Urahara on a small hunt about Karakura.
Author's Note: This is a small piece of a bleak AU incandescens, sophiap, and I are writing, where the Gotei 13 lost the winter war.
Yoruichi hunted through the cold winter streets of Karakura. The presence of Kisuke by her side made the familiar prowl through the neighborhoods and streets strange; but she needed to drag him out of his shop to see.
She glanced at him. He was in an outfit much like her form-fitting black, with a dark cloth wrapped about his face, covering his bright hair. His powerful build was obvious without his flowing shopkeeper's robes.
He watched the streets below.
Ghosts crowded the city. The scent of a Hollow wafted by, and she saw his hand move to his cane sword. She could also almost hear the systems in his head turning, changing, and growing as he took in this new information.
Centuries had passed since they'd done the work of common shinigami. It didn't help that she felt that sending a live soul, now, to Soul Society, might be a worse fate than leaving them here to go Hollow.
"Weeks, maybe months 'til they go Hollow... right?" she asked.
Kisuke followed her thought and nodded. "With no Don Kanoniji sticking sticks in them, yes. So, we just take out Hollows?"
"Right. We... owe that to the ghosts."
He laughed and she saw his breath puff white in the cold air. "Then you don't have to get your zanpakutou, either."
She chuckled and nodded.
They moved out, two city blocks between them, a block jump at a time. First they went in the direction of the scent they'd caught earlier. She took that one out with a single blow, and watched it dissolve up into the sky. Before it was even gone, ghosts had come out of hiding from all directions, and a few even cheered.
For a moment, she thought to ask them all to not mention she'd been here, but they wouldn't recognize her. Besides, it wasn't as if Aizen didn't know they were here. They'd already stopped two efforts to take the real city. While they had never agreed with how Soul Society had done things, they disagreed with Aizen killing their city even more.
She flashed on ahead and felt another Hollow disappear on Kisuke's side. There was nothing of Benihime's distinctive reiatsu signature, so either he wasn't using her, or he'd learned how to hide the strength he was using. It wasn't like these were taking much effort, but there were so many of them. Nearly every block had some sort of Hollow, and as it became obvious what they were doing, the Hollows began to hide.
At an intersection, she stopped, gave a hand sign of "Slowing to Search" and he acknowledged it. She drew in a deep breath and saw a white flake gently drift down from the sky: more followed. Not enough, yet, to impede their work.
She started looking down dark alleys smelling of rot and piss. One Hollow roared out of a dumpster, slavering and stupid. She simply stepped aside from the charge and slammed a fist just behind its head, stunning it before flipping it... no, him... around so that she could break the mask.
And so they went, until...
... the power, the scent of them was so strong, that she reacted by flinging herself a block back, away from the source, and felt Kisuke do the same.
They met in an alleyway on the far side of that block, instinctively going for the shadows.
They simply looked at each other, nodded, and flashed back to the Urahara Shōten. For this, even they would need backup.