Owning Up

Apparently your acceptance of Urahara has more profound effect on the blond bucket hat wearing woman than you originally thought, given the fact that she damn near skips back from your body and giddily holds out her cane with a massive grin is more than enough to tell you such as the gleefully chirps, “It’s easy John-kun, first you must take my Zanpakuto, draw a little bit of your blood on it, then call it out by saying Okiro, Benihime. Since a Zanpakuto is directly connected to the user’s soul, by taking ownership of it you will be taking ownership of me as well.”

“Ownership huh?” You mutter, gently taking the sword cane from Urahara before slowly drawing the blade from its wooden sheath, “I’m still a little bit iffy on this ownership part Urahara…granted, I’m still not particularly happy with you or how you acted but owning you…are you one hundred percent sure on this?”

With little to no contemplation Urahara quickly nods, her head bowed slightly as a light flush crosses her cheeks, “Y-Yes John-kun, I am certain about this. This is what I want to do to show my loyalty…and my love for you. With this in place I can never hurt you again, even if someone or something tries to possess or control me again it won’t be able to because part of my soul will always be by your side and thus out of the range of total control…when I bind my soul to yours then I will always be free to do what I feel is right…and what I feel is right is to be by your side.”

As Urahara makes her little speech your eyes never leave hers, your gaze searching for any ounce of deceit, of trickery, of other motivations than her devotion to you. Yet, as you stare with an intense gaze you see nothing but hope, an almost childish sense of optimism that you will forgive her and allow her into your heart, your life. With a small smile pulling at the edges of your lips you draw your thumb along the length of Urahara’s blade, a thin rivet of your blood spreading across the sharp steel as you whisper, “Okiro, Benihime.”

The sword cane in your grip seems to explode with a vast amount of energy, a brilliant crimson tidal wave of **** sparking from the blood covered blade as you feel Benihime shift and shiver beneath your grasp. Bit by bit Benhime’s glow becomes brighter and brighter, the magnificent scarlet radiation nearly blinding you until at last the transformation comes to an end, the bright vermillion blaze dying down into nothingness and revealing the beautiful blade in your grasp. For a moment you look at the sword slightly stunned by its beauty as well as the ease you can wield it, the light as-a-feather steel in your grip doing nothing to hinder you movements.

Just as quickly as the transformation occurs the blade reverts back into its neutral state, the sword cane reappearing as Benihime returns to her hidden sword state. “Hm…well that was decidedly different,” you mutter as you sheathe the blade, Benihime’s sharpened edge slipping into its cane quietly and without the slightest bit of trouble, “Is that all there is to do Urahara?”

In the blink of an eye you find yourself with a rather thankful blond haired leech, the bucket hat wearing Urahara grabbing onto your broad body and happily chirping, “Th-Thank you John-sama!”

You blink a bit as you gingerly place a hand atop Urahara’s hat covered head, “Eh…John-sama?”

Urahara giggles a bit and nods, her body pulling away slightly as she gazes up toward you, “Of course. You own me now John-sama…you can do anything you want to me~”

At Urahara’s soft and sensual tone you can’t help but groan and roll your eyes, “Lovely…but really, Urahara we have things to be doing right now so if you could please let go of me?”

Reluctantly and with a few more flirtatious comments Urahara releases you, the business at hands coming to the forefront of your mind as you turn to Tia and her Fraccion, “Tia-chan, do you remember where this contact went with the device?”

With a heavy sigh Tia shakes her head, her eyes glancing to her Fraccion before turning back you, “Unfortunately no, we delivered the device not far from here and whomever she was vanished into a Shinigami gate back to your Soul Society…”

Just as Tia begins to give the details of their excursion a sudden wave of power pops up behind you, the telltale sound of an opening Senkaimon causing all attention to turn towards the arrival of a very familiar and smoke clouded face, “Johnny-kun!”

The sound of Dr. Stein’s voice causes Medusa to stiffen but say nothing, her viper fanged mouth clapped shut as the stitched and sewn doctor appears before the group, “Ah, Frankie-san, I take it you have some information for us?”

With a nervous chuckle Stein nods, “Er…yeah…about that...we kind of found the source of all this shrinking stuff Johnny-kun…”

“They found the traitor already?” you mutter with surprise, your eyebrows lifting into your hair at the thought of the Gotei 13 being so on the ball despite the recent change in stature.

“Er…kind of,” Stein mutters, an apologetic look in her eyes as she speaks, “It turns out the device is…under your house…so…they’re kinda blaming you…”