Harry Potter: Toji Potter

Harry stood at the heart of the Forest of Menos, the quiet hum of the Hogyoku in his chest resonating with his breath. The space around him pulsed faintly, shimmering like heat waves. The air was thick with the reiatsu of countless Menos Grande, their towering forms blending into the darkness of the forest. Urahara stood a few paces back, his trademark fan lowered, his usual calm demeanor replaced by something resembling awe—and a hint of apprehension.

Harry closed his eyes, drawing upon memories of another life, one where curses and sorcerers dominated the landscape. Domain Expansion... The Zenin Clan's words floated through his mind, bitter reminders of a family that had cast him aside. Back then, he had no patience for their arrogance, no place in their twisted legacy. But now, with the Hogyoku fused with his very soul, he had the means to forge his own peak—a true domain born of magic, spirit, and will.

Opening his eyes, Harry murmured, "Let's see how this works when it's done my way."

The Hogyoku's glow intensified, spreading its energy outward in waves. The ground beneath him cracked and groaned as the domain unfurled. A radiant sphere, shimmering with a kaleidoscope of elemental energy, enveloped the area, its borders stretching until it encompassed the forest's depths. The Menos Grande within the sphere froze, their movements halted by an invisible force. The trees, ancient and gnarled, trembled as the sheer spiritual pressure warped the air.

"This," Harry said, his voice steady and calm, "is my territory now."

Harry raised his hand, the mirror-like blade of Kagami manifesting effortlessly in his grip. With a flick of his wrist, countless reflective shards spun around him like stars orbiting a black hole. Each shard pulsed with the Hogyoku's power, resonating in harmony with his intent.

"Let's see what you're capable of when pushed beyond your limits," he said, addressing the immobilized Menos. His tone was clinical, but there was a spark of curiosity—this was as much an experiment as it was a power play.

The Hogyoku responded, its energy seeping into the Menos Grande. One by one, their forms convulsed, their masks cracking and fragmenting as the raw energy forced them to evolve. Hollow screams echoed through the domain as some Menos fused with others, their bodies contorting and shifting into new shapes.

Adjuchas emerged first—fierce, monstrous forms with heightened intelligence and power. But Harry didn't stop there. The Hogyoku continued its relentless infusion, shattering the limits of their evolution. Adjuchas became Vasto Lordes, their humanoid forms radiating lethal intent.

Finally, with a single command from Harry, the Vasto Lordes removed their masks. The air shimmered with the transformation as dozens of Arrancar emerged, their reiatsu flaring wildly before Harry extended his hand.

"Now," he said softly, "become part of something greater."

The Arrancar's forms disintegrated, their essence flowing into Kagami. The mirror-like blade drank deeply of their power, its surface glowing with a wild, chaotic energy. Harry's Hollow side surged, the primal hunger tempered only by his control. His reiatsu flared uncontrollably for a moment, the ground beneath him splintering before he reined it in.

Urahara had watched the entire process unfold in stunned silence. The evolution, the fusion, the absorption—it was madness. No, it was genius. He snapped his fan shut and walked closer, his usual playfulness tempered by a deep respect.

"Harry," he said, his voice carrying an uncharacteristic seriousness, "I've done a lot of crazy things in my time. But you... you've officially outdone me."

Harry smirked, offering a hand. "Crazy recognizes crazy, right?"

Urahara chuckled and high-fived him. "You're definitely as insane as I am. Maybe more."

As the domain dissipated, the Forest of Menos was left eerily silent. The once-overwhelming presence of Menos Grande was gone, replaced by a lingering sense of power and devastation. Harry turned, Kagami still humming with energy, and began walking toward the exit.

"Come on, Kisuke," Harry said. "We've got a lair to find."

Urahara followed, his mind racing with the implications of what he'd just witnessed. As they ventured deeper into Hueco Mundo, a faint laugh echoed through the forest—Harry's, calm and confident, a sound that seemed to reverberate through the very fabric of reality.

The white sands of Hueco Mundo stretched endlessly in every direction, a bleak and desolate expanse under a perpetual, dim moonlight. Most would find the silence oppressive, the emptiness unnerving, but not Harry and Urahara. No, for them, the eerie quiet was the perfect setting for their latest pastime: desert karaoke.

Harry jogged along at a steady pace, his long coat billowing slightly in the cool, arid breeze. Beside him, Urahara kept stride, fan in hand, tapping it against his thigh in rhythm. Both had opted to lighten the mood in their own unique way—by belting out every inappropriate song they could remember from their vast, often questionable repertoires.

"I'm bringing sexy back," Harry started, his voice deep and dramatic, doing his best Justin Timberlake impression. He shot a look at Urahara, winking. "Them hollow boys don't know how to act!"

Urahara jumped in seamlessly, twirling his fan like a microphone. "Think it's special what's behind your mask," he crooned, adding a hip swivel that made Harry snort. "So turn around and show the Espada slack!"

They both burst out laughing, nearly tripping over the uneven dunes as they struggled to keep their footing. Harry wiped a tear from his eye. "Hueco Mundo's got no idea what hit it."

"Wait, wait," Urahara said, catching his breath. "How about this one? You'll love it."

He cleared his throat dramatically before launching into a sultry rendition of "Milkshake."

"My milkshake brings all the hollows to the yard," he sang, twirling his fan overhead. "And they're like, it's better than yours—"

Harry cut in, grinning wickedly. "Damn right, it's better than yours! I could teach you, but I'd have to charge!"

They both stopped jogging for a moment, throwing their heads back in laughter. Harry clutched his stomach, nearly doubling over. "Oh, Kisuke, you've outdone yourself this time."

"Oh, I'm not done yet," Urahara said, smirking. He adjusted his hat dramatically and struck a pose. "How about we mix it up a bit? Let's go old-school!"

Harry perked up. "Oh, this I've gotta hear."

Urahara launched into a spirited rendition of "I'm Too Sexy," strutting through the sand as if it were a runway.

"I'm too sexy for my haaaaaat, too sexy for my clogs—"

Harry lost it, clapping and cheering as Urahara tossed his fan aside and did a mock striptease, shimmying out of his outer robe with exaggerated flair. Harry joined in, singing the next line at the top of his lungs.

"I'm too sexy for Hueco Mundo! Too sexy, and you know it's true!"

Their antics only escalated from there, each one trying to outdo the other. Harry broke into a bawdy version of "Hit Me Baby One More Time," complete with exaggerated hip thrusts. Urahara countered with an impromptu mashup of "Hot in Herre," dramatically miming taking off layers he wasn't even wearing.

"It's gettin' hot in here," he sang, fanning himself dramatically, "so take off all your robes!"

Harry leaned in, grinning. "Careful, Kisuke. Say that too loud, and Yoruichi might actually show up."

Urahara smirked. "And ruin our concert? Perish the thought."

Just as they were about to start another song—something involving hips not lying—a low growl echoed through the dunes. Both men stopped, turning toward the sound. A small pack of Hollows had appeared on a distant ridge, their masks glinting in the dim light.

Harry and Urahara exchanged a look.

"Do we stop the music?" Harry asked, twirling Kagami in his hand.

Urahara considered it, tapping his chin. "Hmm. Nah. Let's give them a show."

They resumed singing as they charged the Hollows, turning the battle into an absurdly choreographed musical number. Harry skewered one with Kagami while belting out a particularly loud "I Will Survive," while Urahara took out two with a well-placed Hado, throwing in jazz hands for good measure.

By the time the Hollows were dealt with, both men were out of breath but still laughing.

"Well," Harry said, sheathing his Zanpakuto. "I think we've officially turned Hueco Mundo into our own personal stage."

Urahara nodded, looking around at the quiet dunes. "Who knew this place could be so much fun?"

"Right? Next time, we'll charge admission."

With that, they resumed jogging, their voices echoing across the sands as they launched into their next performance: a shamelessly suggestive duet of "Let's Get It On."

Hueco Mundo would never be the same.