Title: Temporal Displacement (Really Sucks)
Author: darkling59
Fandom: Bleach
Date: 1/30/13
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach in any way, shape, or form.
Summary: Sent back in time to retrieve the runaway hogyoku, Ichigo and Uryu find themselves at odds with that version of Seireitei. Five years before the events of 'Turn Back the Pendulum', Urahara finds himself presented with a fascinating specimen: an oddly human-looking hollow, capable of removing its mask, and bearing a live zanpakuto. On Yamamoto's orders, he is to use any means to necessary to figure out what it is and where it came from. (Missing Scene)

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"Got it!" The shinigami's triumphant shout barely turned Ichigo's head, but the consequence was unavoidable.

Ichigo staggered and fell as something small and sharp dug deeply into his leg. The wound wasn't nearly deep enough to keep him down for long, but he just couldn't seem to…keep his…eyes…open…

"Kurosaki!"

He heard Uryu's concerned yell in the distance, right before the tranquilizer forced him into unconsciousness.

He woke up staring up into a pair of wide grey eyes, framed by familiar pale blond hair.

"Wha-?"

"Ah, hello!" The blonde man stepped back with surprising speed, allowing Ichigo to take in the full picture, and compose himself. This definitely wasn't the Urahara he knew. This version was clean-shaven, and wearing the standard uniform of a shinigami captain. Perhaps most surprising was the absence of his hat; the familiar dark shadow over his eyes was conspicuously absent, making him look remarkably…young. He was fidgeting with the scalpel in his hands, and his eyes were darting around, rarely meeting the vizard's confused gaze.

Wait…scalpel?

"What-?" Ichigo took a moment to clear his throat, realizing for the first time that it felt like someone had lined his mouth with cotton. "What are you doing?"

"Just a few standard tests." The shinigami smiled reassuringly, looking down at him with innocently curious eyes. Well, innocent in comparison to the geta-boshi that Ichigo knew. "Nothing to be concerned about!"

"…Tests?"

For the first time, Ichigo realized that he was strapped down to a padded medical examiner's table, in an otherwise bare room. He had reiatsu binders around his neck, wrists, and ankles, and wide leather bands crossing over his chest, abdomen, thighs, and calves. Worse, he had been stripped down to only his pants and his zanpakuto was missing. They certainly hadn't taken any chances when restraining him.

But why would…? Oh, right. In the past with Ishida, searching for the hogyoku, shot, captured, etc.

Damn.

And hadn't he heard at some point that Urahara used to be the captain of Mayuri's squad, the one famous for dissecting people?

Sensing the growing alarm in his prisoner, Urahara laughed weakly and waved his hands in what he hoped was a disarming gesture. The scalpel's presence made it considerably less harmless.

"No, no…nothing that bad, I promise you! I simply need a few samples."

"Samples? Of wha- hey!"

The scientist swooped forward without warning, deftly cutting off a few locks of Ichigo's hair. When he held them up to the light for examination, small shards of white bone shone between the strands. Urahara's response was a satisfied smile that really reminded Ichigo of the man he knew. He wasn't sure if that comparison was a good thing or not.

"Of your mask, of course!"

It took a moment to connect the statement with his former question, but Ichigo immediately felt a pang of foreboding. They had seen him unmask and knew what he was, and what he wasn't. So much for Plan A. Ishida was going to be pissed.

"Now, if you'll excuse me…" Urahara moved to leave, hair/mask sample clutched in one hand.

"W-wait!"

"Hm?" to his surprise, the captain of the twelfth did stop, free hand resting on the door, and looked at him expectantly.

Ichigo was once against struck by how young he looked. Had Aizen really done that much damage? How old was Kisuke in his own time, really? Wait…how would that even work? If he was young now, did that mean he would still be old in the future or was he younger than the older that… Argh. Time travel was confusing.

"My...friend. What happened to him?"

"I'm sure he'll be found soon." Urahara sent him a reassuring smile that his captive returned with an arch glare. Why would he want Ishida to be found? So long as Uryu was at large, Ichigo had a chance of being rescued and finishing their mission. Otherwise, they'd be screwed; stuck in the past of a different dimension amongst shinigami who had no reason to keep them alive. With so much evidence painting the time travelers as enemies, it would be nigh on impossible to convince the Gotei otherwise, even if they told the truth. (It wasn't like they would believe them, anyway. A half-hollow and a Quincy working with the shinigami? Uryu barely believed it most days.)

"And…what about me? What IS this?"

"Ah, well…" Urahara's free hand came up to scratch sheepishly at the back of his head. He shot an apologetic looking smile at Ichigo, and shrugged. "I've been given leave to conduct some minor experiments."

"Experiments?!"

"See you later, Hollow-san!"

"Wait…what experiments? Hey!"

This time, Urahara simply smiled and waved goodbye. The door closed behind him with a quiet click, leaving Ichigo alone with his thoughts.

He was pretty sure the older man wouldn't do anything to hurt him, at least not permanently. Granted, being a hollow hybrid in a shinigami's hands was never a desirable situation in this era but he would much rather be in Kisuke's control than Mayuri's or Soifon's. It would probably be much, much harder to escape from under Urahara's keen eyes, but at least he'd be in one piece.

After a thorough investigation of his bindings and the room around him, Ichigo lay back with a disheartened scowl. He was right; it would be impossible to escape from this on his own. Unless something happened to give him a fighting chance, all he could do was sit back and wait for Ishida to come to his rescue.

He was never going to hear the end of this.

Author's Notes: I REALLY should not have written this. I have so much to do, and several other stories that need attention…but this was the only thing able to break through my writer's block. Still, I'm not expecting much of a response to this idea and I don't intend to continue it if no one wants to read it.

Erm…time travel fics are sort of my guilty pleasure. I really enjoy reading and writing them but, surprisingly, that isn't the reason behind this ficlet. (Nor is the fact that Uryu should really get to participate more…he'd be a main character of this story if it had more chapters.) I don't want to give anything away (especially if I don't write it out), but if you watch Supernatural, this is a situation like what happened with 'The Colt'. *Spoiler removed*

Anyway…

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I doubt I'll continue it, but if enough people express interest, I might.