Ichigo groaned as he tossed and turned in his sleep, the strawberry blonde teenager grunted as his ribs ached. Surely the last time he'd be Tatsuki's new training partner at the dojo she practiced at. He was so puffed out he didn't get changed from his sweat stained white gi that the saviour of Soul Society passed out as soon as he hit the cotton bedsheets.
The Kurosaki family's eldest child had been powerless for two years now after sacraficing it to put an end to Aizen's quest for complete power. Instead due to his keen reflexes and above normal ability in fitness, Ichigo had been making small sums of money by playing for sports teams. An ordinary life at last?
"Awww, sound asleep. Well at this time of the morning I'd never expect a lazy bastard like you to get up regardless" Yoruichi sighed quietly as the beautiful, yet centuries old Soul flash-stepped through the open window Ichigo had left to keep cool.
Yoruichi was rather surprised that the looming shadow of the Kumabachi didn't awaken or alert Kurosaki's senses, instead he merely turned in his sleep. Casting a kido to make the room soundproof, Shihoin set to her work. Her purple hair blew with the breeze as she knelt down on one knee and pulled a wooden switch outwards. Gently & slowly, the red kanji symbols began to light up as Ichigo stirred from his slumber.
"Hey? What the hell is this. Orihime, I don't want anymore house decorations. I told you this..." Kurosaki Ichigo grumbled, his eyes squinting at the rectangular coffin-like box that towered above him.
"Not exactly a house gift, Ichigo, but consider it a great gift from me to you!" Yoruichi cackled as five thick black ropes shout out from their golden hooplets. Icihigo flinched as the first rope pulled his right hand after it wrapped it.
"WHAT THE-" Was all the teenager could say, not that he could do much anyway due to his loss of power.
The second rope snaked itself between Ichigo's legs and ensared his torso from behind, allowing the third to immobilze his left hand.
"Three ropes? I thought you would have required all!" Shihoin giggled, her hourglass figure standing confidently beside her device. Her eyes fixated on Ichigo's body squirming as the ropes contracted themselves back into the Kumabachi, along with Ichigo's white gi'd baggy figure. Silence.
"I can't believe it is finally happening, Shihoin honour will be restored in a matter of months..." Yoruichi's cat-like features smiled darkly as the Kumabachi set to work, letting off a pale white smoke as Ichigo kicked and bounced from the insides to get out.
"No what's that, what is this fume? Ah...my voice!" Kurosaki let out a high pitch squeal. It seemed his body was already taking to the Kumabachi smog, extracted from hot springs Yoruichi's uncle had found outside the confines of Soul Society. It was his uncle's son that found out the hard way what the hot springs contained however. As his once proud son emerged as a beautiful young woman.
"It's alright Ichigo, you don't have to stay that silent! I've Kido'd the room. As far as Isshin & your family are concerned you're out for the count after your hard day out!" Yoruichi chuckled! Slapping the side of the oak structure, vibrating the shell slightly.
Fifteen minutes had passed and Yoruichi stood patiently in front of Kumabachi's lid. Fifteen long minutes of high pitch begging & steam emerging from her family's device.
Finally it opened, the oak lid swung open, the firey red kanji faded back to a calmer, cooler color. From the white smog, Yoruichi could see a busty figure with long hair and slim legs.
"Ughhh...." The gentle whimper said as she stepped forward. The white gi had been forced outwards from the new bust Ichigo had obtained. the V of her attire had expanded largely, revealing a large portion of breast. Ichigo's skin had darkened to a caramel-like tone similar to Yoruichi's except a bit lighter. Her long strawberry blonde haire was shaggy and long and her cheek bones were defined.
"Ohhh, who am I?" Was all the transformed Kurosaki said as she rubbed her head. Yoruichi grinned darkly, father's creation had worked.
"You are Ichiya Shihoin, my younger sister. I've been looking for you!" In a faux tone, Yoruichi deceived the teenager who now had no clue and would believe the first thing she was told for the sake of something to confide in.
"Ohhh! Thank you, where have you been...Yoruichi, right?" A distant memory brought the Shihoin's name to Ichiya's head. Yoruichi nodded and closed her eyes and explained the war of Aizen that had seperated them. Ichiya couldn't have been any more gullible or happier.
"Hoiii!" Ichiya Shihoin concluded. Now with fake memories, Yoruichi's new task was to ditch the sweat-stained white gi. As much as it revealed what she wanted, the clan prided itself in attire. Giving Ichiya a sleeveless attire much like the 2nd division, her new sister could but only smile and get changed. At last, the first clan member had been restored!
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