Not a Mob: Psycho

After a long day and hours of karate practice, Tatsuki was brushing her teeth in preparation for some much-needed rest when the mirror she was looking into began fogging up.
"What on earth...?" muttered Tatsuki, taking a moment to spit into the sink before turning around and grabbing a towel to wipe the mirror. When she turned back around, however, her body became statuesque as her name had been written in the condensation. Then, as her heart pounded in her chest, the words 'I know what you did last Summer' materialized as if an invisible finger were tracing them.
"Oh, hell no..." muttered Tatsuki, turning away and attempting to flee the bathroom. Instead, she ran into something invisible, followed by a familiar yet ghostly voice teasing, "You really can't see me, can you?"
Though she initially felt like she was about to lose control of her bladder, Tatsuki's fear was replaced by a frown as she poked the invisible object and asked, "Is that you, Ohta? How the heck did you become invisible...?"
Placing his hand on Tatsuki's head, Ohta transferred some of his psychic power to her, causing his form to abruptly materialize in front of her as he replied, "It's a long story, so I'd rather not say."
Startled by Ohta's sudden appearance, Tatsuki leaped back and assumed a defensive karate stance. Immediately afterward, however, she became angry, her expression becoming notably fierce as she asked, "You weren't watching me shower, were you?"
Raising his brows, Ohta mused, "No, but even if I had, would it matter? You used to pester and follow me around at the public bath until just a few years ago. You haven't exactly changed mu-"
Interrupting Ohta's words, Tatsuki hurled her towel into his face, her own bright red as she bellowed, "Get the hell out of here!"
Adding to Tatsuki's confusion and shock, Ohta reacted to her words by falling through the floor. In soul form, he could pass through solid objects so long as they didn't have electrical cables running through them, so he phased through the floor before popping up a few seconds later, earning himself a roundhouse kick as he said, "We need to talk," from behind the stupefied tomboy.
"How are you doing this?" asked Tatsuki, her confusion overpowering her other emotions as she lowered her foot.
Shrugging his shoulders, Ohta replied, "I became a Shinigami. I'd rather not go into detail, but I just thought you should know before the artificial soul who assumed my identity pisses you off. We may not be 'that' close, but I do consider you a friend."
Blinking in surprise, Tatsuki momentarily disregarded the rest of Ohta's words as she noted, "You've never called me that before...what's going on, Ohta? Did you get involved in something dangerous...?"
"Very," admitted Ohta, adopting a teasing smile as he added, "But, as I said before, I'd rather not get into it. Perhaps someday, but not anytime soon."
Realizing the true purpose of Ohta's vision, Tatsuki's eyes became moist as she meekly accused, "You're here to say goodbye..."
Exhaling a faint sigh through his nose, Ohta extended his hand to ruffle Tatsuki's damp hair as he answered, "More like, see you around..." in an uncharacteristically soft tone. Tatsuki was his 'first option,' assuming he decided to remain in Karakura Town, but they had never started dating since he wasn't into brats. Tomboys? Hell yeah. Literal children? Fuck no.
Having said what he came to say, Ohta retracted his hand from Tatsuki's head and turned to leave. He half-expected her to grab his sleeve or hug him from behind, but she remained where he left her, a hurt expression on her face as she lowered her head, closed her eyes, balled her hands into fists, and clenched her jaw...
"YOU ASSHOOOOOOOLE...!" screamed Tatsuki, albeit only after Ohta's figure had dissolved, his power no longer granting her the ability to see him...
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"You're surprisingly sentimental," remarked Yoruichi, waiting for Ohta on the roof of the house neighboring Tatsuki's.
Shaking his head, Ohta's usually cocky smile exuded a hint of melancholy as he claimed, "You said it best this afternoon. I'm a monster, through and through. I spent fifteen years cultivating my relationship with Tatsuki and her mother, Fubuki. I won't let some asshat that looks like me benefit from that hard work..."
Rolling her eyes, Yoruichi muttered, "If you say so..." before transitioning into her cat form and climbing onto his shoulder, asking, "Where to now? The apartments? Or were you serious about hunting Hollows...?"
"The apartments seem like the best option," replied Ohta. "I'm planning to borrow Rukia's cell phone, and I need to secure my valuables before that asshat lays claim to them."
"Wow, you're harsh," mused Yoruichi. "Are you really not planning to leave 'anything' for him?"
"He gets a free apartment, all my clothes, my dashingly good looks, a big dick, several false identities, and a bag of cash. If he can't succeed with all that, then Urahara did a shitty job programming him," contended Ohta.
"Your dick isn't 'that' big," teased Yoruichi. "And now that you've become a Soul, you're stuck looking like this for decades, if not much, much longer."
"Luckily, I also know how to use it..." muttered Ohta, using his replicated Shunpo to begin transitioning from roof to roof. His comment earned him another eye roll from Yoruichi, but she didn't say anything as she believed he was putting on a brave front after severing ties with someone he cared about...
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After moving most of his shit and accosting his former self for the keys to his other apartments, Ohta discreetly poked his head through the wall of Rukia's room, finding the petite Shinigami wearing vanilla-colored PJs with a cartoonish carrot pattern on them. Her eyes were practically glued to a steamy romance novel, so she didn't sense him until he asked, "What'cha reading?" with a cheeky smile.
"Gwaaaaaaaaa-!?" exclaimed Rukia, startling to such an extent that she fell out of her bed before quickly recovering and asking, "Ohta-kun? What are you-" before noticing he was wearing a Shihakusho(Garment of Dead Souls), the proper name for his Shinigami attire.
Blinking several times, Rukia tilted her head and asked, "You became a Shinigami? So quickly...?"
"I can be pretty proactive when I want to be," mused Ohta. Then, before Rukia could question him further, he added, "Anyways, I just came by to see if I could borrow your cell phone. I'll make sure to return before you leave for school in the morning."
"Oh, then just wait one moment," said Rukia, slipping the romance novel under her bed before rising to retrieve her cell phone. By the time she turned back around, Ohta was right behind her, causing her to tense as she raised her head to meet his gaze. There was a 31cm difference in their heights, so Rukia felt she had been backed into a corner despite having plenty of room to flee.
Removing the phone from the stunned Rukia's fingers, Ohta held it up for her to see as he said, "Much appreciated." before turning to leave. Doing so broke the spell Rukia was under, but before she could say anything to delay his departure, Ohta mused, "Enjoy your book~" in a sing-song tone before promptly departing through the front door.
Though she initially remained silent in response to Ohta's remark, staring in the direction of his departure, Rukia eventually made her way over to her bed, plopping down face-first and burying her face into her pillow to stifle a scream...
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With Rukia's phone allowing him to track positions and determine when Hollows would appear, Ohta spent much of the evening gazing at stars while Yoruichi curled up in his lap, allowing him to caress her feline body. She originally sat off to the side by her lonesome, but when Ohta didn't even try to get her to come to him, she invaded his personal space of her own accord, much like an actual cat.
"Is it fun being a cat...?" asked Ohta, waiting until the sky on the horizon had started to illuminate.
"It's not bad," replied Yoruichi. "Why, wanna become one? It may actually be possible since you're linked with my Zanpakuto."
"Hard pass," replied Ohta. Then, instead of going with his plan of asking if she had ever let another cat do her, he remarked, "I was just curious. With how adept you are at behaving like one, you must have spent a lot of time transformed..."
"Oh? If you're 'really' curious, I could tell you more about my background. That's what this is leading up to, right?" asked Yoruichi.
"Nah, I'm not that interested," replied Ohta. "My policy is to get to know people as they are, not as they were. Besides, most people inflate their histories to such an extreme it might as well be fiction..."
Picking Yoruichi up from his lap, Ohta placed her on the ground and rose to his feet. She jumped to his shoulder as he did so, but he was already used to having her hitch a ride off of him, so he just Shunpo'd away in the direction of the apartments, reaching their destination only a few seconds later before knocking on Rukia's door.
Though it was currently 4:38 AM, it only took Rukia a few seconds to answer her door, this time wearing her school uniform. Her eyes darted to Yoruichi's feline form, but only briefly before she met Ohta's gaze, smiling as she asked, "How was it? I trust my phone was helpful...?"
"Immensely," replied Ohta, proffering forth said phone as he asked, "Mind if I use it again in the future?"
Nodding in affirmation, Rukia replied, "Whenever you need it. However, as you appear to have some...affiliation with my Supplier, you should be able to acquire one for yourself. Then we can exchange numbers."
Piggybacking off of Rukia's words, Yoruichi said, "Kisuke was supposed to give you one last night, but you were in such a rush to leave that he either forgot or simply decided not to."
Seemingly ignoring Yoruichi's comment, Ohta continued holding Rukia's gaze, asking, "Have you met my replacement yet?"
Blinking in surprise, Rukia parroted, "Your replacement...?" in confusion. She was aware that Ohta had become a Shinigami, that much was very clear, but she had no idea he had 'abandoned' his mortal coil. Fortunately for her, that was why Ohta had come by so early, allowing him to apprise her of the situation so that she wouldn't freak out when she encountered the douche canoe that had replaced him...
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"Don't tell me you're planning to sleep...?" asked Yoruichi, watching Ohta strip out of his Shinigami attire.
Raising his brows, Ohta pointed out, "I just spent the past seven hours patrolling. Are you expecting me to transition into training immediately? At least let me take a bath first. Damn."
Furrowing her feline brows, Yoruichi flatly pointed out, "You only hunted a single Hollow, and it took no effort..."
"Okay? That doesn't change the fact I was out on patrol for seven hours," asserted Ohta. "By that logic, people that guard fortresses and shit aren't working unless someone is actively attacking."
Understanding she couldn't contend against Ohta's 'reasoning,' Yoruichi exhaled a sigh before remarking, "Whatever. The Sun's up, so I'm out of here. Sleep, take a bath, or throw yourself off a cliff. I don't give a damn. Just make sure to get over to Urahara's place before noon..."
Before Yoruichi could leap through the wall and depart, Ohta teased, "There's still a bit of time before the Sun's completely up. If you join me in the shower, I'll head over immediately after. Pinky promise."
Turning to look back at Ohta, Yoruichi narrowed her golden eyes, exuding an invisible killing intent that caused goosebumps to break out across his body. Despite this, Ohta maintained a smile as he jokingly appended, "I'm guessing that's a no...?"
Instead of responding to Ohta with words, Yoruichi turned around and leaped away, disappearing through his closed front door. It was a shame to see her go, but Ohta just shrugged his shoulders, stripped out of the remainder of his clothes, and entered the shower, allowing cool and then hot water to run over his naked body for nearly a full hour...
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Upon arriving at Urahara's store, Ohta found Kisuke waiting for him in the storefront, fanning himself and sporting a sly smile as he said, "Yoruicihi is waiting for you in the underground study chamber. But, as your senpai, let me give you some advice before you go. Push her buttons too frequently, and she's bound to start pushing back..."
"I'll keep that in mind," replied Ohta, making his way past Urahara without sparing the man a glance. It was fairly obvious that Yoruichi and Urahara were more than simple colleagues, but as he had told the buxom cat girl, he didn't care about matters of the past. If they were together presently, and Urahara allowed him to fuck her, that was more the haggard-looking man's problem than his...
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"Here already? I wasn't expecting you until noon," remarked Yoruichi, grinning like a succubus as she stared back at Ohta from the interior of a hazy, comfortable-looking hot spring.
Instead of responding to Yoruichi's teasing, Ohta pulled at the fabric of white cloth around his waist, making it appear as though he was about to strip. In response, Youruichi mused, "Too late for that," before rising to her feet, revealing what Ohta already knew: she had an incredible body.
"I may have made a mistake..." admitted Ohta, earning an amused chuckle from the brown-skinned beauty as she strode past him completely naked, stating, "The past is in the past. Do better from now on..." before promptly kicking him toward the hot spring.
Anticipating Yoruichi's vindictiveness, Ohta's body floated over the hot spring rather than falling into it. About halfway, he created a foothold in the air to use Shunpo, vanishing and intending to appear behind Yoruichi, but she had already moved.
"Nice try, but your half-assed Shunpo can't get the jump on me," teased Yoruichi, standing atop a boulder a few meters away. Unfortunately, even though only a few seconds had passed, she was somehow wearing most of her clothes. The only thing she was missing was the band used to tie up her hair, so she reached up to fasten it as she added, "I'm not a good teacher. More importantly, you're insufferable as a student. So, instead of concentrating on theory, we will focus on your favorite thing. Experiencing things directly..."
With her hair fixed, Yoruichi lowered her hands and adopted a toothy grin as she teased, "Now's your only chance to run..."
Instead of running, Ohta raised his right hand and unleashed a powerful psychic push, utterly obliterating the boulder Yoruichi had been standing on. At nearly the same time, a heavy blow landed on his ribs, sending pain through his body but failing to do any substantial damage as he swept his hand in a wide arc, tearing away a large swath of the terrain.
"Those invisible attacks of yours are pretty scary," remarked Yoruichi, appearing a few meters away before promptly vanishing as Ohta sent another destructive blow toward her.
Appearing in Ohta's blindspot, Yoruichi briefly appended, "But your actual movements are slow. Once the element of surprise is removed, any skilled opponent can predict and evade your attacks..."
Kicking through where Yoruichi had been standing, Ohta calmly asserted, "That's a pretty dangerous assumption to make. You still haven't seen the full extent of my power..."
"So you say..." responded Yoruichi, appearing atop Ohta's shoulders as she looked down at him, grinning fiercely as she said, "Perhaps I should demonstrate a fraction of my own..."
Though a veil of psychic energy protected him, Ohta suddenly felt as though Yoruichi's diminutive 42 kilograms had compounded hundreds, if not thousands, of times over. The ground didn't crack beneath him, but he found it impossible to breathe, much less stand, as a powerful vibrational force wracked his body.
Standing atop Ohta's back with her arms crossed, Yoruichi's expression became apathetic as she explained, "This is Reiatsu(Spirit Pressure), the form spirit energy takes when imbued with a person's willpower. What I have you experiencing right now is what you can expect from the average Lieutenant with their Limiter in place."
Alighting from Ohta's back, Yoruichi was about to ask what he thought of a Lieutenant's Reiatsu when her instincts triggered, compelling her to step back and disappear, reappearing several meters away.
Rising from the ground as if he was hovering limply, Ohta exhaled a deep-throated chuckle that gave Yoruichi chills as he raised his head to reveal a smile and a faint red glow in his eyes.
"Fine, if you want it that badly, I'll give you a taste of what lies beyond the tip..." declared Ohta, losing his smile as he corrected his posture and exuded a powerful pressure of his own. Instead of simply causing the air and ground to tremble, however, large boulders began to rise around him, fracturing into tinier pieces that were sent hurtling toward Yoruichi at high speeds. At the same time, the majority of the debris began to swirl around him, concealing him from view as static caused lighting bolts to crackle in and around the destructive tempest.
Evading the projectiles hurled her way, Yoruichi appeared more than a hundred meters away from Ohta's rapidly spreading swirl of destruction, muttering, "This explains why he refused to use his power in the city and forest..." while smiling fearlessly.
Though she doubted Ohta could hear her, Yoruichi shouted, "Time for a Kido lesson!" before crossing her middle and index fingers, chanting, "Oh carriage of thunder, bridge of a spinning wheel! With light, divide this into six and seal...!"
Upon completing her chant, Yoruichi pointed toward the center of Ohta's tempest, locking onto his spiritual signature. As she did so, large, glass-like panes of golden light materialized around the typhoon-like swirl of debris before converging toward its center. Immediately afterward, the debris cloud unfurled outward and began to disperse, losing the invisible force fueling it. At least initially...
Earning an appreciative whistle from Yoruichi, Ohta released a loud "Ha!" that resonated through the underground study chamber, shattering the panes of light that had momentarily restrained his body. Then, instead of trying to recreate the storm, he tore it apart with a palm thrust, creating an invisible column of destruction that tore through the area Yoruichi had been standing in before drilling into the painted chamber wall, leaving a crater more than ten meters deep and fifty in diameter.
Catching a glimpse of what Ohta looked like when he emerged from the dust cloud, Yoruichi's brows perked up. His usually wild hair was sticking out and had become noticeably spikier, and she could actually see a dark purple aura surrounding his body...
Sensing Yoruichi's position, Ohta looked toward her, regaining his usual smile as he said, "I expected this place to be sturdier. Looks like anything more than the tip is too much for it to handle. How about you? Want some more...?"
Rolling her eyes, Yoruichi crossed her arms and asked, "How much further can you go? This is certainly impressive, but if I were serious about killing you, the fight would have ended dozens of times by now."
"Your Zanpakuto...?" asked Ohta.
Shaking her head, Yoruichi revealed, "I'm actually stronger 'without' my Zanpakuto. At least its base form. As for its Bankai(Second Release), the only people who have seen it and lived are the Captain Commander of the Gotei 13(Thirteen Court Guardian Squads), my younger brother, and that bastard, Kisuke."
"Ominous," mused Ohta, closing his eyes and bringing his hands together as if he were about to offer up a prayer. "Then, in anticipation of being the fourth survivor, I'll give you a preview of what lies a little further beyond the tip..."
Feeling every nerve in her body tense, Yoruichi wanted to evade but felt as though Ohta's power had permeated the entirety of the underground study chamber. Stones and debris rose from the ground everywhere she could see, and even her hair and clothes began to rise, almost like gravity was in the process of reversing.
Demonstrating that Yoruichi's impression wasn't far from the truth, the aura around Ohta deepened, shifting from dark purple to near-black as a powerful attraction force pulled the affected debris toward him. Yoruichi was also affected but managed to stand her ground by adhering her feet to the terrain with her spirit energy.
"So he really can manipulate gravity..." muttered Yoruichi, her golden eyes glistening with intrigue. She had heard as much from Kisuke, but this was the first time she was seeing Ohta get 'serious.'
"Kusho(Void)..." muttered Ohta, his voice carrying despite the fact he had barely uttered aloud. As he did so, the aura around his body grew until it formed a sphere that appeared to disintegrate everything that came into contact with it, including the water from the nearby hot spring.
Sensing a legitimate threat to her life, the back of Yoruichi's orange top abruptly burst apart as she flickered out of existence. Unlike when she usually executed Shunpo, however, the ground where she had been standing erupted as if the mother of all anti-tank mines had exploded beneath her.
At nearly the exact moment when Yoruichi had disappeared, Ohta opened his palms, unleashing a nearly black beam of energy that struck the area she had been standing at near-lightspeeds, penetrating the wall of the chamber and causing the ground near to beam to heave, pulled into the beam's immense gravitational force.
Reappearing on the opposite side of Ohta, bluish-white 'steam' rising from her back and shoulders, Yoruichi extended her hands toward Ohta, palms facing forward and the tips of her index fingers touching as she shouted, "Hadō #32. Ōkasen(Golden Flash)...!"
In response to Yoruichi's chant, a golden sphere of light materialized a few centimeters away from her palms. Then, much like Ohta's 'Kusho,' it formed a beam of light that instantaneously impacted the black sphere enveloping his body. Yoruichi didn't think a hastily chanted spell would have much of an effect on the sphere, but what actually occurred left her wide-eyed and speechless.
Similar to the water and debris that had been pulled toward him, the beam of golden light unleashed by Yoruichi impacted the purple-black sphere around Ohta's body and simply disappeared. The only thing her attack managed to accomplish was alerting Ohta to her position, causing him to swivel like a turret before unleashing another black beam.
("What the hell is that barrier...!?") exclaimed Yoruichi, albeit only within her mind. She thought the energy around Ohta's body was simply a form of gravity manipulation, but unless he was a literal black hole, it shouldn't be able to 'eat' her attack with such ease...
("Wait a minute...why isn't he attacking...?") wondered Yoruichi, observing Ohta extremely intently after dodging his second attack. Several seconds had passed since then, but Ohta remained completely still, his eyes shut and palms together.
Immediately putting her theory to the test, Yoruichi slapped the ground beneath her, causing a massive, rectangular slab of stone to rise up as if she had flipped a tatami. Ohta didn't respond initially, but he immediately swiveled toward her when she kicked the stone slab, sending it crashing into the black barrier and causing it to break apart before being absorbed.
Dodging the third beam of light with much greater ease than the first two, Yoruichi brought her hands around her mouth and shouted, "Hey, asshole, drop your barrier right this instant, and I'll let you fuck my tits...!"
Confirming Yoruichi's suspicions, Ohta didn't react at all to her shout. It could be due to the massive amount of debris being pulled toward him, causing a tremendous racket, but he should have reacted at least a little.
"This little shit can't see or hear anything..." concluded Yoruichi, crossing her arms and waiting nearly seven minutes for Ohta to open his eyes, the 'barrier' around him dissipating as he did so.
Regaining the ability to sense his surroundings, Ohta pivoted toward Yoruichi and found her staring at him with a smile. He thought this was because she had discovered the secret to his Kusho, but if he knew the true reason, he might have shown her what came after...
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Staring at the peacefully sleeping face of Ohta, Yoruichi was genuinely tempted to sit on it. Not for either of their satisfaction but to asphyxiate him. The only problem was, based on what she knew of his personality, Ohta probably wouldn't mind going out in such a way...
("This brat really knows how to push my buttons...") thought Yoruichi, leaning back and phasing through the wall connecting Ohta's apartment to the one behind it. She wasn't just going to stare at him as he slept, so she transitioned into her cat form and perched atop the wall surrounding the complex, enjoying the last hour or so of sunlight before day gave way to night...
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Feeling a weight press against his lower abdomen, Ohta opened his eyes to find Yoruichi staring down at him in her human form, her body garbed in the same skintight, no-imagination-required outfit as before.
"Do you wear the same clothes every single day?" asked Ohta, causing Yoruichi's left eye to twitch as she questioned, "Is that seriously the first thing that came to your mind in this situation...?"
"I like to think I have realistic expectations," replied Ohta. "I wouldn't mind being proven wrong, but if you were this easy, you might not even be worth the minimal effort I've put in..."
Punctuating his words, Ohta gave Yoruichi a firm smack on her left ass cheek with his right hand. His actions earned him a kunai tip up his nose, but the slight pain and accompanying trickle did little to hinder the smile on his face as he remarked, "Nice."
Exhaling a huffy sigh and shaking her head, Yoruichi retracted her kunai from Ohta's nose, rising to stand over him as she stated, "It's about that time. You ready?"
"Let me enjoy this angle for a moment..." replied Ohta. Unfortunately, Yoruichi reacted by leaping soundlessly from his bed, making her way to the front door in long strides as she said, "I'll be outside..." in a flat tone.
Rising to a seated position, Ohta stretched his body, arching his right arm over his head and eliciting a satisfying pop from his lower back. A part of him regretted not enjoying the sensation of having Yoruichi sit atop him a while longer, but he was confident his incitements would either cause her to snap or prompt her to push him down of her own accord...
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After donning what might be his final disguise, Ohta made his way over to Urahara's shop, stepping into the antiquated-looking storefront with cat-form Yoruichi perched upon his shoulder.
"Well, look at you two," mused Kisuke, waiting for them atop the elevated section of the store's floor. "It's barely been two days, and you're already chummy. How enviable."
"Is everything prepared?" asked Ohta, not bothering to inquire about the process they would be using to off him.
"Yep. Just follow after me," replied Urahara, rising to his feet and guiding Ohta deeper into the building. There was a thick wooden hatch in what looked like an abandoned storage room, which, once opened, revealed a ladder that seemed to extend to the very depths of Hell.
After descending into a massive chamber whose terrain resembled a wasteland and whose walls and ceiling were structured to resemble a cloudy sky at midday, Urahara spread his arms and said, "Welcome to my secret underground study chamber~! Pretty impressive, isn't it? I made it myself."
"How?" asked Ohta. "This place is the size of multiple city blocks. How doesn't the city above collapse during an earthquake?"
Whipping out his bamboo folding fan and using it on himself, Urahara adopted a sly smile as he mused, "Trade secret, I'm afraid. Unless you become my employee and sign a non-disclosure agreement, I can't tell you."
"Hard pass," replied Ohta, waving his hand in front of his face like he was wafting away the smell of shit. At the same time, his gaze focused on a tall, bespectacled, muscular man with tanned skin, short dreadlocks, and a handlebar mustache standing next to two brats. The slightly taller one was a girl with glossy purple hair set in pigtails, two thick strands running down the center of her face, while the presumed younger of the two was a temperamental-looking little shit with short, bright-red hair and sanpaku eyes.
Upon reaching the trio, Urahara gestured toward them as he said, "These are my co-workers. The big one is Tessai, and the younger ones are Ururu and Jinta."
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," said Tessai, placing his hand over his heart and bowing courteously. The little girl, Ururu, followed his example by folding her hands over her lap and bowing her head, but the red-haired brat remained upright with his arms crossed, staring daggers at Ohta as he said, "You don't look so tough..."
Completely ignoring the brat, Ohta looked to Urahara and asked, "So, how we doin' this?"
Answering in Kisuke's stead, Yoruichi leaped from Ohta's shoulder, taking on her human form as she revealed, "We'll be using a method similar to the one Kuchiki Rukia used to transfer her powers to Kurosaki Ichigo, but more refined."
Nodding his head, Kisuke added, "You already possess a decent amount of spirit energy, so you already fulfill the basic requirement to become a Shinigami aspirant. The only things you're missing are a soul form and an Asauchi, the unattuned form of a Zanpakuto. Unfortunately, Asauichi don't exactly grow on trees, so..."
"So you'll basically be borrowing mine until you manage to acquire one or form a spiritual weapon of your own," appended Yoruichi.
Raising her right hand, palm facing upward, Yoruichi materialized a tanto-like blade from motes of bluish-white light. Most Shinigami carried their Zanpakuto on their body, but Yoruichi had effectively fused with hers to keep the spirit within from accusing her of neglect.
Pointing the tip of her Zanpakuto toward Ohta, Yoruichi adopted a teasing smile as she said, "Well, whenever you're ready, kiddo. All you need to do is willfully impale yourself on my Zanpakuto. More specifically, it needs to pierce your heart."
"I suppose that beats yeeting myself off the roof at school," replied Ohta, fearlessly stepping forward to grab Yoruichi's wrist with both hands. The notion that he was being set up to commit soul suicide briefly crossed his mind, but that didn't stop him from cracking a smile and impaling himself in the chest while staring into Yoruichi's eyes.
Feeling an 'explosion' within his body, Ohta was momentarily blinded by the same bluish-white light that appeared when Yoruichi manifested her Zanpakuto. When the light faded, he found himself in the courtyard of an ancient, Japanese-style palace, his body garbed in a loose black yukata...
"That woman is always doing things to piss me off..." groaned a husky yet unmistakably feminine voice. When Ohta turned toward it, the pupils of his eyes contracted as he found himself being stared at by a massive, at least five-meter-tall black cat.
Bringing its face down to Ohta's level, the monstrous cat narrowed its eyes and asked, "As I recall, you said you were a dog person, correct...?"
Adopting a somewhat forced smile, Ohta replied, "Something like that. But that's primarily because most cats are insufferable assholes. You give off a more dignified aura."
"So you say..." muttered the massive cat, lowering itself to its belly and folding its paws beneath it as it added, "I will lend you my power, but my condition is that you come here to play with me while you sleep. Neglect me, and I'll hunt you like a mouse in your dreams..."
"That's more than a little unreasonable," said Ohta. "I don't mind keeping you company, but I prefer to sleep while I sleep. I'm sure even you have moments where you want to shut off your brain and relax."
"Hmmm...you're not wrong..." admitted the giant cat, closing its eyes in deliberation for several seconds before opening them and saying, "Very well. I still require that you visit, but I will not force you to play. Instead, you will accompany me for a nap."
"That's marginally more agreeable," mused Ohta, raising his hand to ask, "Mind if I pet you?"
"Proceed," replied the monstrous cat, closing its eyes as Ohta placed his hand on its snout. Around that same time, Ohta found himself back in the real world, hearing Kisuke muse, "Oh my~" while Yoruichi stared back at him with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, a reaction to the fact he was currently squeezing her left breast.
Retracing his right hand, Ohta casually inquired, "So, what now? Am I a Shinigami...?"
"Look behind you," suggested Kisuke, compelling Ohta to look back, discovering his ostensibly lifeless body collapsed on the ground. He also noticed he was wearing the same outfit that Rukia had appeared in the first time he encountered her, a uniform consisting of a white shitagi, a black kosode, black hakama, white tabi, and waraji-style straw sandals. There was also a tanto strapped to his lower back, and beneath the rest of his ensemble, he had on a black bodysuit, conforming to his body like a second skin.
Drawing the tanto from his back, Ohta observed his reflection in its highly polished blade, his brows perking up when the image briefly shifted to the eyes of the massive cat he had encountered moments prior.
Observing Ohta's actions, Yoruichi crossed her arms and inquired, "Were you able to learn its name?" in a genuinely curious tone.
"It didn't come up," replied Ohta, returning the silvery blade to its sheathe as he asked, "So, what now?"
"That's up to you," replied Kisuke, pulling out a tiny green sphere as he added, "This little fellow is a Gikongan(Artificial Soul Pill). If we place it in your body, an artificial soul will take control and carry on living your life. The other option is to place your body in stasis and prepare a Gigai in its stead."
Shaking his head, Ohta asserted, "I'm the type that only moves forward. Just toss it into my original body."
"How decisive," mused Kisuke, heeding Ohta's instructions by casually flicking the spherical pill into his former body's mouth. When he did, the body's lifeless eyes regained their light, followed by the person piloting it sitting up and giving himself a once-over.
Earning the artificial soul's attention, Ohta stated, "I honestly don't care what you do long-term, but try not to ruin the reputation I established for myself these past fifteen years."
Adopting a remarkably punchable smile, the artificial soul responded, "I don't need to be told what to do by the person who abandoned this body. Mind your own business."
Before Ohta could kick his former self in the face, Kisuke mused, "I tried picking the Gikongan that most closely matched your standoffish nature. He's also quite intelligent and emits a diffusion field that prevents those around him from suspecting anything is amiss, so you don't have to worry too much."
"Yeah, worry about yourself," appended the artificial soul, rising to his feet and dusting himself off, adding, "And this is where I make my exit." before turning around, giving everyone present the middle finger as he made his way toward the ladder leading to the surface.
Turning to Yoruichi, Ohta remarked, "I wouldn't intervene if you decided to kick his ass..." in a flat monotone.
"Eh, I'm used to people with your appearance being insufferable," mused Yoruichi, crossing her arms and smiling cheekily.
Rolling his eyes, Ohta shifted his gaze to Urahara and asked, "Does that have access to my memories?"
Shaking his head, Urahara mused, "If only. Unfortunately, artificial souls need to be programmed from scratch. I used the data I've collected on you over the past few years to give that one an edge, but he's basically a completely different person. The diffusion field he emits makes his body super durable, but he doesn't possess any of your innate skills, much less your memories. Why, you got something to hide?"
"Who doesn't?" asked Ohta, turning to Yoruichi and asking, "You ready to go?"
Blinking in surprise, Yoruichi asked, "Go where? This is the place we'll be using to conduct your Shinigami training. The forest may be out of sight from ordinary prying eyes, but this chamber blocks spiritual pressure and serves as a closed-off dimension. You need at least this much if you want to avoid Soul Society's surveillance teams long-term."
"Then we'll return tomorrow morning," replied Ohta. "I told Rukia I would be patrolling at night, and, last I checked, you agreed to accompany me. Am I mistaken...?"
Though she furrowed her brows, Yoruichi didn't attempt to refute Ohta's words. Instead, it was Kisuke who said, "Then I'll suppose we'll be seeing you tomorrow. Have a fun night, you two. Ohohoho~"
Hearing Kisuke's words, the red-haired Jinta remarked, "Seriously? You mean we came down here for nothing?"
Giving Jinta a light push, the muscular Tessai muttered, "Come along now, children. It's time for bed."
Clicking his tongue, Jinta cast a hateful stare at Ohta, but the latter didn't even acknowledge him. He could guess why the little shit was upset, but he genuinely didn't care. He might have agreed to train with Yoruichi, but that didn't mean he was going to subject himself to her, or anyone else's, authority. Their agreement also stipulated that she accompanied him at night, so wherever he went, she was obliged to follow...
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Chapter 16: Typing Up Loose Ends