He shouldn't have tried to make a gigai like that. No reason for shinigami to go around acting like humans. They were bad enough in the Seireitei as it was. Leave the mortal realm to itself, she had always said, no matter what Kisuke returned with.
But there he had gone, gallivanting off like he always did. Damn fool. Stupid, stupid Urahara and his secrets, taking off with Yoruichi on some grand adventure and leaving her behind.
Kuukaku surveyed the crowd and frowned as she caught sight of a blue shock of hair. Right. She wasn't the only one that brat had left behind. Kurotsuchi Mayuri, his tight-assed vice captain, the one that used to go looking for him on those crazy nights of drinking he would go off with her and Yoruichi for, was surveying the rows of quickly filling seats. And alongside of him was the tiny form of his... daughter, if you'd call it that.
A scowl traced her lips as a numbness rose in her chest at the girl's expression. Kids weren't supposed to look like that. At least not the ones she knew looked like that. The little girl's soft expression, traced into a permanent mask seemed almost unnatural. Kids cried. Kids got scared, but damn they didn't look like that. Weren't supposed to, anyways. Not as often as she had seen this girl do.
"Yo! Mayu-chan!" she grinned, taking an obscene delight in the way he twitched at the same address Kisuke liked to use. She bet he had been hoping it was the last time he'd hear it again.
She upped the volume when he tried to ignore her first shouts until finally she coaxed him over.
"It's Kurotsuchi-fukutaichou," he hissed, storming to where she sat, the kid toddling after him like some lost duckling.
She sneered, patting the seat beside her, enjoying as it shook in protest "Yeah, yeah. C'mon, sit down, Mayu-chaaan."
Kuukaku's eyes fixed on his face as he furtively looked for another seat away from the flamboyant noble. She yanked him down into the seat and motioned the silent girl to the seat on the other side of her.
"That bastard's gone," she noted as his eyebrows rose and she blinked in surprise as she detected some sadness in his expression. Surely he wasn't? Damn her sentimentality.
She reached out and ruffled his hair, "You'll be fi-"
He slapped her hand away, "We're leaving, Nemu."
Kuukaku's softer expression hardened into a grin as he stalked away. Well, the Urahara had left a damn right mess behind him. But, like always, she'd beat it into shape. She wondered how the little blue-haired bitch would like a bit of fireworks up his ass to keep him straight. It would be so amusing to find out.
