A/N: I do not own BLEACH.
Urahara looked over the scene with a frown on his normally cheerful face. Blood was splattered everywhere and the body of a woman laid in the middle of a
sea of blood. In her hand was a graceful katana with blood on it as well. If one didn't know what he did then it would have been assumed that the woman had
killed herself but he knew better. The sound of sniffling caught his attention and he followed the noise over to the closet whose door was open ever so slightly.
Opening the door the rest of the way, Urahara crouched down if front of the small figure that was curled up inside of the closet, blocking their view of the blood
spattered room. The five year old child looked up at him with a tear stained face before latching onto him.
"Uncle Urahara!" she sobbed as she buried her face into his shirt.
"Shh, it's alright little one." said Urahara as he picked her up "Don't worry, I'll take care of you from now on." He carried the crying girl out of the room, making
sure that the child didn't see the sea of blood and the dead woman.
-----sixteen years later--------------
Twenty-one year old Matsuro Masako sat up with a jolt as she woke up from the same nightmare that has haunted her for the last sixteen years of her life.
Brushing her sweat drenched pale purple tinted silver hair out of her eyes, Masako looked around the room for a moment before pulling her blanket off and getting
out of bed. Unlike the rest of the building she lived in, Masako had a western style bedroom with a twin bed, a desk, and a dresser in it, she even had her own
bathroom, which she was grateful for. After gathering up some clothes, she went into the bathroom and got into the shower.
"Why did those dreams have to come back after all these years?" she asked quietly before rising the shampoo out of her hair. She grabbed a wash cloth and some
soap and began to wash herself.
"Ever since I went to the Soul Society and met my mother's murderer. I've been having those nightmares. Ichimaru Gin. The traitor who murdered my mother.
My father only by blood and blood alone. He doesn't even deserve that title." Her fingers ran over the long scar on her side from where Gin had slashed her with
his blade. It started just a mere inch to the right of her spinal cord and went all the way to her navel. It had been a hit that was intended to kill her but thanks to
Orihime's healing abilities, she survived with nothing more than a scar and a deep hatred for the man known as Ichimaru Gin. Sighing softly, she let the warm
water rinse off the last of the soap before turning off the water and getting out. After wrapping herself in a towel, she went over to the mirror and wiped the
condensation off of the mirror. Dark blood red eyes stared back at her as she stared at her reflection before she began to dry her hair with a towel.
"What am I going to do?" she asked aloud as she stopped drying her hair before shaking her head "No, stop thinking about it." She set the towel down and dried
herself before getting dressed. She put on some underwear before pulling on denim cargo pants and a red t-shirt with a silver fox on it. After tossing her towels
and pajamas into the hamper, she walked into her room and picked up her brush and began brushing her waist length hair. She was so absorbed in the calming
motion of the brush going through her hair that she missed the sound of her door sliding open. So when a male voice sounded through the room, she jumped.
"Sorry about that Masako-chan, I thought that you heard me come in." Masako got her rapidly beating heart under control before glaring at the black cat that
was sitting on her bed.
"Next time knock Yoruichi." said Masako as she set her brush down on her dresser "I don't feel like dying of a heart attack anytime soon." She pulled out a pair of
socks and pulled them on before pulling on a pair of black fingerless gloves with metal plates riveted on the backs.
'I'll remember that." said Yoruichi as Masako went over to her closet and slid it open.
"Well, at least it wasn't Urahara again." said Masako as she pulled out a black vest that had a white hood attached to it and put it on "The pervert came in here
while I was showering. He got a good kick in the face for that one." She closed the closet door and ran her fingers over her ears, making sure that all seven tiny
silver hoops were still in place before going back over to her dresser.
"He's just worried about you Masako." said Yoruichi as she jumped off of the bed and walked over to the dresser "We all are." She jumped up onto the dresser
"You've been acting strange ever since you've come back from the Soul Society." Masako picked up a small silver crescent moon pendant and carefully fastened it
around her neck before sighing slightly.
"The nightmares have come back Yoruichi." she said as she looked at the cat "Ever since I met him, the nightmares have been haunting me."
"Who?" asked Yoruichi "And what nightmares?"
"The ones of my mother's murder." said Masako "They've been invading my dreams ever since I confronted her murderer. Yoruichi, I met him."
"Who?" asked Yoruichi "Who did you meet?"
"My father." said Masako as she looked at Yoruichi with eyes that were haunted with sadness "I met my father and that isn't the half of it. Yoruichi, my father is
the one who murdered my mother and when I confronted him about it, he just smirked and said that she knew too much and needed to die. He didn't even know
I was his daughter until he saw my full face and I told him who my mother was." Masako looked down as tears began to form in her blood red eyes, making them
darken to an almost black color "And then he tried to kill me. That wasn't how I wanted my first meeting with my father to go. I didn't want my father to be my
mother's murderer! I just wanted a father who would love me and care for me. One who would harass any boyfriends I would've had and cheer me up after I
broke up with them. I just wanted in some way to have a normal family but I guess it was never meant to be. I hate my father for ruining my life. I hate him! I
swear that I will find and murder him some day. I swear that Ichimaru Gin will pay!" Masako fell to her knees with tears streaming down her face as her grip on
the edge of the dresser tightened. Yoruichi looked down at the crying girl with pity in her eyes. Even if Masako didn't need it, Yoruichi couldn't help but feel pity for
her. She didn't know what Masako was feeling because she had never experience anything like it before. Pity was all she could really offer at the moment. It had
pained her greatly to see the once happy child of her close friend, Matsuro Shinsei, grow into such a tortured young woman. Ever since Shinsei had been killed
Masako had been so sad. Masako had learned to hid her true feelings behind such a believable mask of happiness from such a young age and only Yoruichi and
Urahara had been able to see through that mask. But ever since she had returned from a three year trip around the world and the visit to the Soul Society almost
immediately upon her return, Yoruichi and Urahara had found her to be someone that they almost didn't recognize. Masako had become solemn and blunt, rarely
smiling at anything. She had even stopped calling Urahara 'Uncle' like she had when she been younger. Overall, Masako was no longer the little girl Urahara and
Yoruichi had raised for thirteen years and Yoruichi knew that it would take something short of a miracle to get her to warm back up. Yoruichi watched sadly as
Masako wiped away her tears and stood back before she picked up her brush and began parting her hair. An idea suddenly came to the her as she watched
Masako put her hair into two braids and she quickly exited the room to find Urahara. Masako didn't even notice Yoruichi's disappearance until she had finished
braiding her hair but she just shrugged it off and picked up her sunglasses and a watch, putting them both on as she exited the room.
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"Are you sure that's a good idea Yoruichi?" asked Urahara as he looked out over the empty part of the lot his shop sat on. He and Yoruichi were sitting in the
entry way of his shop, discussing an idea Yoruichi had.
"Yes, I'm quite sure it's a good idea." said Yoruichi "Yamamoto will agree to it because he seemed rather impressed with her skills when she was there and since
she has no ties to this world other than us, he will most likely help us. The fact that one of his best Shinigami was wrongly condemn and then murdered by the
traitor Ichimaru will also help us."
"If it all goes according to plan then," said Urahara as he looked at the black cat sitting beside him "Which squad should we request her to be placed in?"
"Squad Thirteen." said Yoruichi "Captain Ukitake is the best choice to keep an eye on her and his squad is the most welcoming out of all of the squads."
"Very well." said Urahara "We'll call in the favor after we take care of the problems that are beginning to brew up on the horizon."
"Yes. We'll need her here for the time being." said Yoruichi before standing up "I need to get going. Soifon will be here shortly to help me investigate the claims of
Bount activity in the area. You should get Masako to assist you in creating gigai for those new Bount detecting mod souls you created. It should get her mind off
of the nightmares that have been plaguing her."
"I will." said Urahara as Yoruichi began to leave "Take care Yoruichi." Yoruichi nodded before running off. A sigh escaped Urahara as he stood up and snapped his
fan closed before tucking it away.
"Time to get to work." he said before heading back inside. He walked into the residential area of the building and found Masako sitting at the table in the dining
room, just finishing the last of her tea. He tapped her on top of her head with his cane, earning him a glare from Masako, which was hidden by her sunglasses.
"Masako-chan," he said with a grin "Why must you insist on wearing those sunglasses everywhere? You have such pretty eyes."
"My eyes aren't pretty you old perv." said Masako as she picked up her dishes and stood up "My mother had prettier eyes than me. My eyes are ugly."
"No they're not." said Urahara "You have very pretty eyes Masako-chan." Masako gave a very unladylike snort as she carried her dishes into the kitchen and gave
them to Tessai, who was still washing the breakfast dishes. She came back into the room and her eye twitched ever so slightly when she saw Urahara standing
right next to the door.
"What do you want Urahara?" she asked as she crossed her arms.
"I'm hurt Masako-chan." said Urahara as he placed a hand over his chest and got a fake hurt look on his face "Why would my dear little Masako-chan think that I
would want anything from her?"
He smirked at the deadpan look on Masako's face before continuing "Fine, you win Masako-chan. I need your help making gigai for some new mod souls I made."
"What kind of mod souls? asked Masako.
"They are designed to detect Bount." said Urahara.
"Bount?" asked Masako getting a curious look on her face "Why do they need to detect Bount?"
"I'll explain to you in while we are working." said Urahara before grabbing her wrist and dragging her away to the workshop where he made gigai. In the workshop
were three base gigai on three different tables, which were just bodies with undergarments on them, they had no hair or any unique features and blank faces.
Basically, they were blank slates to be molded into whatever was needed. The base gigai were two males and a female of average height.
"So why don't you start working on them while I get the boxes of clothing and accessories." said Urahara "I'm sure you know where to find everything."
"Of course I do." said Masako "I've been helping you make gigai since before I could wield a sword."
"Good." said Urahara "I'll be right back!" With that said, he quickly exited the room. Once the door was closed, Masako looked at the gigai for a moment before
deciding to start with the female gigai. Going over to where Urahara kept the faux hair, she looked at the different hair colors before deciding to go with a pale
buttery yellow for the hair. Grabbing the hair and the scissors, she went over to the female gigai and used her reiatsu to attach the hair before trimming it down
to shoulder length and giving her perfectly straight bangs. Nodding her head, she continued her work and instantly became absorbed by it. She gave the female
gigai large childlike blue eyes, a small nose and a small mouth and she adjusted her height to make her a bit shorter, giving her an overall childlike appearance.
Then she move onto the first male gigai and made him a bit taller before giving him long two-toned hair, the left half being black and the right half being bright
blonde. She gave him a strong chin and nose before giving him storm cloud grey eyes and a thin mustache. With a nod, she move onto the last male gigai.
Leaving his height alone, she gave his short soft red hair that was a bit messy and rather handsome looking features before giving him expressive soft aqua eyes.
While she was working, she didn't notice Urahara coming in and then leaving but she did notice the seven or so boxes of clothes that were sitting by the door once
she was finished. Masako spent a while riffling through the boxes, looking for the right outfit for each gigai and after about twenty minutes, she had put together
three outfits that were a bit, well, different. She dressed the female gigai in a short white dress with a pink, fur trimmed coat that reached just below her knees,
a black bird-shaped cape, white tights, and red boots that reached her knees. The male gigai with two-toned hair was dressed in a white button up shirt with a
grey tie and a multicolored suit with boots, a top hat, and wire frame glasses. And finally, red haired gigai was dressed in a fur trimmed, black jacket with thick
blue stripe down the front, black pants, a belt over his jacket, boots, a shield on his back, and a zipped hood that hid most of his face. Once she had finished, she
smiled to herself and nodded in satisfaction.
"You did very well, Masako-chan." Masako turned to face Urahara, who had just come back into the room.
"And where were you?" she asked as she crossed her arms.
"Just getting the mod souls." said Urahara as he held up a small case. He walked over to Masako and opened the case. Inside were three tiny green spheres, all
of which could've easily been mistaken for soul candy.
"The one on the left is the female." said Urahara "The other two are, obviously, the males. They've all been given randomly generated personalities. Of course they
still need names. I'll leave the naming part to you, since you're good with names."
"Fine." said Masako as she picked up the female mod soul and carried it over to the female gigai "It's not like I do most of your work anyways." She looked at the
small pill for a while before nodding to herself "You will be Ririn." She put the pill into the gigai's mouth and waited a few minutes before the gigai sat up and
yawned.
"Wow." said mod soul as she looked at her new body "I actually have a body!" She noticed Masako standing there "Who are you?"
"I'm Masako." said Masako before motioning to Urahara "That's Urahara."
"So do I have a name?" asked the mod soul.
"Yes, you're Ririn." said Masako.
"Cool!" said Ririn before jumping off of the table "Who are they?" She pointed at the other two gigai.
"They're going to be you're brothers." said Masako before picking up one of the male mod souls and putting it into the gigai with the two-toned hair. The mod soul
sat up and looked at everyone.
"Hiya!" said Ririn "I'm Ririn. What's your name?"
"Oh my, I don't seem to have a name." said the mod soul.
"You're Kurōdo." said Masako before picking up the last mod soul and placing it in the last gigai. The mod soul sat up and looked around before zipping up his hood.
"And his name will be Noba." said Masako. The mod soul now known as Noba, unzipped his hood and looked at those present in the room while Masako turned and
face Urahara.
"Since I know you have some sort of grand scheme that I don't know about," she said "You can talk to them. I have things to do. I'll catch you guys later." With
that said, she left the room with a wave of her hand. She made her way through the house and into the shop part of the building where she flipped the sign on
the front door from 'closed' to 'open'. Sitting down at the register, she pulled out a book she had placed there and opened it to the page she had marked before
she started reading. However, she was interrupted a short while later by the jingling of the bell attached to the door. Looking up, she blinked in surprise when
she saw a familiar blonde haired person.
"Shinji?" she said as she looked at him.
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