The sky was dark and alive with pinks, oranges, reds and purples tinting the clouds and giving the sky a multi-colored, semi cartoon-like quality that Urahara found extremely relaxing. Kisuke looked out from under his green and white striped hat and sighed.

He had been exiled for a very long time, nearly 25 ardous years. He should be used to it by now, right?

'What is it going to take to get over this isolation?', He thought to himself, 'Why can't I figure this out?'

He was pondering on these and many other thoughts while the sun sank lower and lower into the horizon. The sinking sun took the fleeting pinks, reds, and other hues of the warm, comforting colors out of the sky and left Urahara Kisuke in the dark with only his thoughts and Benihime.

Since she wouldn't leave his conscious thoughts, Urahara closed his eyes and let his Crimson Princess lead him to his inner plane where she was the master and he, the subjugate.

"Good evening my love." Benihime smiled rather playfully but the hurt and seething anger gleamed dangerously in her eyes.

Kisuke was in shock, his Soul Plane had changed drastically. His normally orderly inner sanctum was trashed, the drapes of the four poster bed were in shreds all about the floor, the bedding looked as if a giant cat had gotten ahold of it and scratched at them with careless abandon. The bookcases were overturned with slips and tears in the covers and pages scattered about the place. 'Hime was pissed, and, by the look on her face, was not at all near to being finished.

Her anger seeped out of her pores, leaking a bloody mist into the air, fouling it and increasing her ethereal beauty in a grotesque way. Her green kimono was hanging off of one shoulder seductively while her heaving breaths raised and lowered her chest in a rhythm that only lowered Kisuke's already off-kilter defenses. She had gone to town on the room and the person she wanted to see most had crawled back to her.

"That concubine bitch will regret the day she met you..." She said in a voice that was interwoven with enough malice and hate that Urahara actually winced.

With those words, Benihime, The Crimson Princess of the East, threw down the last shred of her semblance of control and unleashed her inner self.

The effect was instantaneous, the kimono was ripped away and her true nature came to bear down on Kisuke. 'Hime exploded and brought the force of Chaos down on him. Fire, Water, Earth, soul particles, Essence itself, Air, Metal, Wood and anything else that is in the universe, both the discovered and those that were still hidden, all opposites working together in a harmony and neglecting the fact that opposites should cancel each other out, was against Kisuke. The hurricane force of power had pushed him back against the edge of the four poster bed and had caused him to fall onto the bed and watch as his zanpakuto brought herself to her full power.

She struck at him again and again, each time getting closer and closer to where his flash steps took him. Kisuke soon realized that this day had been coming for awhile but was wondering what had finally provoked his Crimson Princess to openly rebel against his love of the Shihoin Princess.

"Why are you fighting me? If I die you do too!" This served the opposite purpose that Urahara had intended it to. And, instead of calming his 'Hime, it spurred her on to an even higher plane of concentration and deadliness. The next attack was barely avoided and Kisuke had to jump quickly into another flash step before fully exiting the previous one.

"Shit!" Kisuke yelped in surprise as his question went unanswered verbally. 'Hime had not told him why they had started sparring and he was quickly becoming worried that the inner piece he had worked so hard to maintain would be forever beyond his reach if he somehow made it out of this rather precarious situation.

She pounded on his defenses mercilessly and was goaded to even higher elevations of anger when Kisuke was forced to use the Blood mist Shield.

"I gave you this power and you use it against me?!" Her anger had peaked and was rapidly leaving her with less and less control over herself. Realizing this, and knowing that her Kisuke had spoke the truth earlier, she reigned herself in and stared at Urahara with a cold detachment as his breathing slowed to its normal pace.

"Are you finished trying to kill us yet?" Kisuke asked. Though still wary of his first Princess he realized that she had seen the sense in his earlier words and wasn't going to attempt to kill him again. At least not in the immediate future.

"For the moment, my Love. But one can never be too careful..." She had put just enough malice into her voice that Kisuke blinked rapidly a few times before he had enough of his wits about him to pull together a come back to her cold detachment.