The blonde haired young man watched on as his friend, with messy blonde hair and a creased forehead; was searching desperately through all the books that were around them, on the floor and everywhere else that he could find.
Currently the blonde man was feasting on some rat's blood; knowing, of course, that it wouldn't be enough for him to quench his hunger, later he'd have to go out and get some real blood, human blood.
"There's no way to turn you back," His friend said with a sigh, his head bowed in defeat.
"Tch, I knew that Kisuke,"
"Shinji…" Kisuke began, his grey eyes apologizing to him.
"It's not your fault," The blonde, who had now placed to carcass of the bloodless rat into the bin, stood up and looked at his friend.
His friend who had aged so quickly in the few hours after his change had happened. His friend; who had created the concept of his new form.
"I can live like this" Shinji continued, indicating to his retracted fangs; "I have to,"
"But…"
"I'm not willing for you to endanger yourself for me," He turned towards the door; "Thanks for getting me out, but I can't stay, and you know why,"
"All right," Kisuke nodded, knowing better than to argue and also knowing that there would be no point; "Be careful,"
"Tch, before you came along, I was," He teased and left the room.
Kisuke sighed, his friend, one of the few friends he had, was now one of the undead.
A vampyre.
And it was due to him not being careful with certain notes that were now in the wrong hands.
Or to be exact; Sosuke Aizen's hands.
Now all he could do is to figure out a way to turn his friend back into a mortal; but part of him believed that it was impossible. It took him a long time to come up with the experiment in the first place, and from what he could gather from it; there was no real cure.
Shinji Hirako would never be human, could never feel the sun on his skin, and could never be like the majority of the population.
Mortal.
All because he, Kisuke Urahara wanted to find out if it was possible for humans to actually become vampyres. Not one's that feed on the energy around them, no; one's that need to feast on blood to survive.
Now his best friend was the experiment that should never have happened.
Now I know how Dr Frankenstein felt… Kisuke thought to himself, feeling a pang of guilt in his heart, he shook his head and made himself focus; there has to be a way…
He set to work, re-reading the copies of his work, checking to see if there was anyway, anyway at all that what had been done and created could be reversed.