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Character(s): Kurosaki Ichigo,~~Hollow!Ichigo~~, Shihouin Yoruichi, and Urahara Kisuke.
Content: Ichigo is getting some help from Urahara and Yoruichi. They take the place of Vaizards, a barrier is set up so there is no real destruction ~~lies!~~, and H!Ichigo appears.
Setting: Outside of Muspelheim gates [P2]
Time: Friday evening
Warnings: Fighting. Lots of it. And possibly insane cackling, profanity, and bloods.

Evening. It was time to move. This had nagged him for most of the day, coming and going in intervals of slightly okay to dreading. It wasn't like Urahara to worry much about anything, but this was something he had to. Essentially, it was circumstantial worrying. If Ichigo didn't make it out of this one, well, they were all screwed. And that wasn't the worst part of it.

The worst part was Aizen. If he got a hold of the raw power that Kurosaki had... who knew? Kisuke didn't want to think about it, so he shrugged it off. Well, either way, he still had to be there for the outcome. The ex-captain grabbed his cane and his clothes (which had been returned by Yoruichi, earlier) and walked out, geta clacking. Ichigo and Yoruichi were to meet him at the designated spot (which he had pointed out to them on the map he had discovered via the network.) So, he didn't have to worry about picking them up or anything.

As he walked out the front door of the Morem o Lisboa, a strange anxiety took hold. This was dangerous.

But it had to happen.

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Yoruichi was already waiting at the designated training area. Though the guards were insistent in not letting her through, she was still able to get past them with relative ease. She wasn't called the Goddess of Flash for nothing. Once there, all Yoruichi could do was to just mentally prepare herself for the upcoming struggle with the hollow inside Ichigo. He had always shown terrifying spirit energy, but the hollow was even more terrible...

She couldn't have but have doubts though. Would this really work? Yoruichi had questioned Urahara's methods before, but admitted that they were usually the only way to achiever their goals.

As much as Yoruichi didn't like it, the hollow had to be suppressed, even if that meant putting everything on the line. There would basically be one of three outcomes to this little training session... One would be Ichigo emerging victorious from his inner struggle. The other would see Yoruichi herself and Urahara being forced to kill him. And the final outcome... the hollow would overpower them both, and then proceed to exterminate everything in Paixao.

One way or another, this would be one heck of a night for the three of them.

The annoying beeping of his watch told Ichigo that it was, finally, time to get moving. He'd fully expected the day to drag much, much slower than this since receiving Urahara's message, but here it was, already evening.

Making his way to the designated area took longer than he thought, too. The substitute Shinigami had neglected leaving his body at the hotel, just in case the fight lasted through the next day; wouldn't want the chambermaids to raise a huge hoo-ha over it after all.

Hopefully it wouldn't turn out like that.

It seemed like hours after he'd gotten out through the gates, trudging almost reluctantly toward the specified site with a slow dread beginning to gnaw at him, but soon a familiar figure came into view, and then another.

"Yo; Urahara, Yoruichi-san."

"Ahhhh~~ My little strawberryyyyy~!" Urahara greeted the pouty 15 year old as per usual. He figured that he may as well greet him normally, no use in being depressed about what was going to occur. The ex-captain studied Ichigo for a moment, grin lingering, before putting on a serious face.

"Ready?" His voice was not really questioning. It was more formality than anything. All three of them knew that something had to be done about the Hollow inside Ichigo, and had to be done as soon as possible. With that, the blonde turned, hands and fingers forming into the string of kidou gestures needed to put up the barrier. A slight breeze and metallic shing was heard and the barrier was up.

"You know the drill, correct? Trust your instincts. I won't go easy on you."

"Neither will I." Yoruichi added. "But for now, I'll just let Kisuke handle it."

Urahara and Yoruichi would alternate roles for this little training session. The barrier needed someone to maintain it, or Ichigo would probably break through once it weakened. Meanwhile, the other one would keep Ichigo busy while he fought the hollow within him.

"Whenever you're ready, Kisuke. Try not to tear off any arms or legs, you know he needs those."

Was he ready? Even if he wasn't, he didn't really have much of a choice. This was something he had to go through, simply because he was the only one who could do it.

A one-on-one battle with the Hollow inside him.

"Yeah."

Ichigo sat down comfortably, then took a deep breath and gripped the substitute badge tightly, feeling the familiar slight wave of nausea as his soul was forced out of its body before the boy finally steeled himself and stood up again, in his shinigami gear this time.

"So... what do I do now?"

"Ohhh, I promise I won't take any limbs if I don't have to." Urahara smirked a bit before turning to Ichigo. The blonde ex-captain watched as the teen peeled himself out of his body, looking as if the world was going to end. Somewhere, Kisuke pitied Kurosaki. Normal 15 year olds did not go through life and death situations like this all the time.

Yet, at the same time he pitied him, he was proud of him.

Isshin would be proud, he knew it. His son was incredibly brave. He took a breath, pulling on his more serious face. Time was of the essence, and they didn't have much of it.

"Step in the barrier if you will. After that, I'll step in, and Yoruichi will stabilize it. Then..." Urahara trailed off a moment, glancing at the dark skinned woman, wordlessly asking if she was ready. Her stance said everything. "...You'll have to bring out your Hollow. Don't worry about me, or anything else. We'll take care of it."

Ichigo nodded, taking a tentative step into the area and mentally yelling at himself to stop hesitating. This was something that, no matter what, he simply had to go through; it wasn't like they had any better alternatives.

Once inside the barrier, he stopped. Getting into it was one thing, calling out his Hollow was another issue altogether. He'd never been able (or, until now, had the need) to at will; it only seemed to appear only when he was on the brink of death, or running out of his reiatsu. "Uh, Urahara, Yoruichi-san? We've got a slight problem," he called to them without turning around. "I can't bring the Hollow out on my own; 'specially not when I'm in this good a condition."

"Easily fixed." The blonde man answered Ichigo sharply, grey eyes glinting oddly. He drew Benihime, an odd smirk on his lips. It quickly disappeared, his intent focused, sharp with over 400 years of experience. Hopefully, Kurosaki wouldn't get cut too deep.

Kisuke flicked the cane-handled Zanpakutou up before rushing in head-on, tip slanted at a deadly angle.

Here goes nothing.

Yoruichi continued to observe in the sidelines as Urahara's battle with Ichigo progressed. Neither one of them was holding back at all, though Kisuke's experience and knowledge of how to use Benihime was starting to become a factor giving him the advantage. Soon enough, the fatigue was too much to allow Ichigo to even hold up Zangetsu.

"Looks like he can't go on anymore, Kisuke. You know what to do..." She looked at Ichigo, her eyes not carrying any compassion or mercy in them. The time for being soft with the boy had long since passed.

"Finish him."

If anything was going to bring out the hollow, then this would be it. Either that, or they'd be short one substitute death god in a matter of moments.

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