Urahara Shoten; Karakura, Tokyo, Japan; Wednesday Afternoon.
Standing outside the small shop, Captain Kenpachi Zaraki of the Soul Society's 11th Division turned his eyes toward the sky and frowned. //"You feel that, Urahara? Why is it multiplying like that? Should we...?"//
//"Not our business or our place, Zaraki,"// Urahara, sitting cross legs on the steps of his shop, shook his head. //"Kurosaki has it covered."//
"Kurosaki...Ichigo?"
The grin barely had a chance to surface on Kenpachi's face before Urahara shot it down. //"Don't even think about starting a fight now, Zaraki. You're not even supposed to still be here."//
Kenpachi grunted and refrained from saying the same about Urahara. //"Let's just finish this, then. This other gigai. Stronger one, than what they gave me, less limited, will last me longer?"//
Between his fingers, Urahara held up a small, round pill, shining in the glint of the sun. //"Built in English translation componant, will retain all your precious little battle scars as well as new ones, will be able to withstand the torture we all know you can't wait to put it through. That gigai you've got right now that they gave you probably wouldn't even handle that Hollow right now."// He shook his head.
//"But...stronger?"//
//"Yes. Stronger."//
Kenpachi grinned, and reached for the round pill.
Urahara pulled it back sharply. //"Ah, there's still the discussion of payment, my friend."//
//"You are no friend of mine, Urahara,"// Kenpachi muttered. //"Yachiru is in with your cronies handling your precious payment."//
[[ Part II of II, to be continued from here; same as before, SP for great justice; for notthehulk and eventually, uhhh....senor_chado, too. *eye shift* ]]