A/N: This prologue is from a point of view that will only be used here... the rest of the story will be in second pov...

Two figures stood before a large cylindrical container speaking to each other, the sounds of machines nearly drowned out the sounds of their voices. Inside the container unseen by the two figures two yellow-green eyes opened slightly before shutting slowly. The being in the container was not human of that there was no doubt, especially considering the two cat ears perched delicately on top of a raven covered head and the sinuous tail curled around a slender thigh. Other features that distinguished the being as non-human was claw tipped fingers and two pearly white fangs peeking out between unmoving lips.

The conversation between the two humans stopped as one of them seemed to notice that something had changed in the tank. As they walked over to the controls twin smiles of insidious pleasure lit both faces. Leaning closer to the screen one of the figures touched several controls which seemed to cause a change in the tank. Slowly the tank went from vertical to horizontal and the clear liquid in the tank drained, when it was finished the glass slid from the tank. The numerous tubes and contraptions attached to the lithe body stayed all except for the breathing mask which the taller of the two figures removed.

Now the occupant in the tank opened yellow-green eyes once more to stare at the figures looming over the tank. Confusion filled the glowing depths seeming to bring pleasure from one figure and mirth from the other. The being still lying down didn't move as weariness seemed to wash over him twin ears twitched slightly before stilling and luminous eyes closed once again on the world.

One of the figures a silver haired male with a frightening grin leaned over to lightly run one slender finger over a delicate ear which twitched under the touch. The finger moved and the man simply wiped the residue that stuck to his finger on his pant leg uncaring if it got dirty. The figure next to him was silent but the gleam in his eyes was particularly unsettling. Light brown hair glowed under the dim lighting in the room and the glasses gleamed hiding dark brown eyes. Brushing hair out of his way the brunet turned to his counterpart and laughed softly. "Send him in." With these words both men left the prone figure of the hybrid alone.

Minutes or maybe hours later another man came in this one seeming to be a Doctor of sorts, behind him trailed several men and a couple of women. Their job was simple, to clean the hybrid and do a medical check to make sure that he was healthy. None of them knew where this young feline hybrid had come from and none of them were foolish enough to ask the intimidating brunet that ran the facility they worked at. They did their jobs, got paid, and went home to their families; that was all that mattered.

As the group worked silently pulling away tubes, IVs, and wires they spoke only about what was absolutely necessary, clearly not wanting to bring the hostile attention of their boss. While this happened the occupant displeased with what was happening was starting to stir from his slumber. Aware now of what was happening around him the hybrid was starting to become violent due to the unpleasant sensations. Despite having been inactive for what was obviously some time, if the weakness in his limbs was any indication, his growing aggressiveness was starting to make the medical team nervous.

The team was debating continuing with their current work, after all this was their boss's precious hybrid. If he even got one scratch that wasn't supposed to be there…there was sure to be retribution. Shuddering at the thought the man in charge filled a syringe with sedative ready to use it when the door opened with a bang.

This time another hybrid entered the room this one seemingly more dangerous and especially more ferocious than the one laying down. Blue eyes glared at the medical staff causing them to retreat quickly, they knew this hybrid, a particularly foul tempered tiger that killed without thought. As the hybrid approached all but the head Doctor moved away.

The tiger hybrid ignored the foul smelling humans and instead focused on the now still, feline, hybrid on the table. Purring softly he approached and without a single hesitation he leaned forward and sniffed at the other's neck. Feeling the trembling form beneath him he purred even louder. Oh how he had waited so long for his prey to awaken! Finally! Finally he would be able to quench the chaos that screamed in his mind.

The smaller hybrid froze knowing that one sniffing at his throat could kill him at any moment. When a hand reached down and claw tipped fingers twined with his fatigue overcame him and he slipped back into unconsciousness.

For a while the medical team stared in disbelief at the tiger hybrid, who seemed to have lost his murderous aura the moment he had started sniffing at the smaller ones neck. They also noticed how the smaller one had once again slipped into unconsciousness and that the tiger was unaware. Still wary of the supposedly tame tiger the medical head cautiously cleared his throat. "Grimmjow may we continue."

When piercing blue eyes snapped up they narrowed in anger before the tiger straightened and stepped back. Under his watchful eyes the medical team finished working; he could smell their fear and grinned maniacally. They should be afraid of him, it was only right considering his reputation for killing those that annoyed him. But right now his bloodlust had been calmed by the smell of his bonded, and he had no desire to spill their blood and soil the smaller being now under his care.

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In another place a strange blonde man with a weird obsession for his green and white striped hat was looking at a screen his scowl hidden behind a handheld fan that never seemed to leave his side. Sharp smoke colored eyes narrowed in thought at the report he was reading. The sound of approaching footsteps being quickly processed in his mind he changed the screen and turned around with a bright smile on his face.

Seconds later a large foot planted itself in his face as a violent orange haired teen stood in front of the now prone figure of the scientist. "Oi hat and clogs something's wrong with my Z-chip I need you ta fix it." Sitting up quickly said "hat and clogs" easily pinned the teen to what looked to be an operating table where he pulled out some rather dubious tools.

The orange headed teen seemed to be rethinking his visit as a rather sharp and deadly looking tool descended towards him. "Uhh Urahara…" Said man didn't speak, his eyes now hidden underneath the shadow of his precious hat. The scream that came forth seconds later nearly woke the entire town of Karakura.

What neither man knew was that this was the start of something that would change their lives whether it was good or bad had yet to be determined. But, the moment the cat hybrid had opened his luminous yellow-green eyes and the second Urahara Kisuke had read that message was the beginning of a journey that would never be forgotten.

To be continued…

A/N: Redid this story since I was displeased with the previous storyline…hope you enjoy.