Disclaimer: I have never owned bleach
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Nemu walked into her creator's lab because she had been beckoned. For what reason she did not know. As she entered the room she was greeted by a great shock. Lying spread on the examination table, that she herself came to life on, was a little girl. The child had the body of a three-year old, a mass of untidy black hair spread out like a halo. Her eyes were still closed, she had not awakened yet, and her torso was covered by only a sheet of medical cloth.
"Finally, what took you so long Nemu?"
"What is this?"
"The result of thirty years worth of work. It took thirty years to grow its body to such a stage that it could support a soul."
"Mayuri-sama is this how I was born?"
"Yes I need you to restrain it if the electric shocks cause dramatic spasms."
"Yes Mayuri-sama." She gently set her gloved hands on the child's body. She struggled not to cry, this girl was the same as she was. She was born the same way as this child. Mayuri pulled the switch sending a current through the child's body; her eyes opened and her body arched as the current ripped through her body. Nemu was thrown back by the child's strength. The child was stronger than she was an improved version. The child sat up, her hair extremely long for being never being cut, her eyes were blue contrasting Nemu's green.
"Good, not corrupted at all."
"What do you mean Mayuri-sama?"
"Its eyes are blue, a base color instead of corrupted green like yours."
"Is she my replacement?"
"No, even though she is an improved model I will not replace you until you are a burden. You still have some value." At this point the child was looking around curiously, holding the medical cloth up for warmth.
"You child, I am Mayuri-sama." The child's eyes flickered in understanding.
"Mayuri-sama." She stammered pointing at him.
"Nemu, you will raise it, and care for it. I need it to be in fit condition so I can have a powerful warrior some day."
"Yes Mayuri-sama." She wrapped the cloth securely around the girl and lifted her up into her arms.'
"Ah! Mayuri-sama, what is her name?"
"I cannot be bothered with such nonsense. You name it." Nemu wondered who named her then. She carried the child to her small room. After rummaged through her things until she found a white dress she had worn as a child. It had a folded skirt, square neck, and short sleeves. It was old and worn; tomorrow she would go to the seamstress wing and have more made for her. She handed the dress to the child who at that point was swinging her legs with the cloth still pulled around her.
"Here put it on." The child stared at her for a moment before accepting the gift.
"Nee-sama?" Nemu gave a start.
"What?"
"Are you my Nee-sama?" She seemed to struggle to pronounce the words.
"You can talk?" The child nodded.
"Why didn't you talk for Mayuri-sama?" Her expression became sad.
"I do not like that man, he is scary. He is mean."
"Do not speak ill of Mayuri-sama, young one, he is our father."
"Father? What is that?" Nemu blinked, she realized that the child had been given basic speaking skills, Mayuri must left out almost all nouns, and she did not even know what a father was. Then again Nemu really only knew the scientific definition of father, she didn't really understand either.
"I'm not really sure, but I think it means male creator."
"Nee-sama is a female father?"
"No, I am your Nee-sama, your sister, a person made by the same person as you." The child looked up at her and smiled.
"My Nee-sama." Nemu felt her heart grow warm.
"Yes." She watched as the child pulled her old dress on, and saw her nametag.
"Oh, that's right you need a name." The child looked at her curiously.
"Name?"
"A title, what people call you, my name is Nemu. Our father's name is Mayuri-sama."
"What about Nee-sama?"
"That is what you alone can call me." Nemu sat thoughtfully for awhile.
"How about I call Ururu? Your eyes are so blue like the rain from the sky." The child, the artificial female now christened Ururu smiled.
"Ururu, I like it."
"Come on Ururu, we need to have clothes made for you, and remind me to cut your hair." Nemu told her little sister holding her hand. Her matted uncut black hair was getting in the way of her cute face, she nodded obediently and smiled.
"Ah Nemu, it's good to see you, and who's this with you?"
"My new sister, Ururu." A look crossed the blond's face.
"He made another one, to replace you?"
"Probably, he said he'll keep me as long as I have some use. Once I have none, I will be eliminated." She did not sound sad. She felt a tug on her sleeve one blue eye stared fearfully behind the black, matted strands.
"Nee-sama, what does e-lim-i-nate-ed mean?" Nemu's eyes saddened.
"It means to go away forever." Ururu clearly didn't understand.
"How long is forever."
"Longer than you can understand." Ururu looked down sadly.
"I see you have no resentment for your replacement." Ururu looked at the man with fearful eyes.
"I will make Nee-sama eliminated?"
"Of course not Ururu." She lifted the tearful child into her arms.
"Not in front of the child." She told Urahara.
"Ururu let the nice lady measure you; I need to talk to Urahara Taicho." Hers eyes showed she didn't understand, but she did not defy her sister. She skipped off behind the curtain.
"Taicho I would appreciate it if you did not treat my sister that way."
"I'm surprised that you don't hate her, or resent her. She will probably cause your death if you let her live."
"She cannot help what she is. She is nothing but a child; a child who I need to protect, protect from our father."
"Until she replaces you."
"Oh, and don't say that in front of her. The last thing I want is her feeling like her mere existence is a hindrance to me. Ururu is all I have and I'm not going to lose her."
"She seems sweet."
"She is, I was like that for my first few days after my awakening."
"What happened?"
"Mayuri-sama showed who was boss." Kisuke was silent.
"I see, what do you plan on doing when my Fuku-taicho starts showing her whose boss?"
"I, I do not know. I wish we could just leave."
"Why don't you?"
"We cannot." Kisuke furrowed his brow and opened his mouth to be cut off by Ururu.
"Nee-sama, I have a new dress, thank you!" She chirped.
"Young lady wait I didn't cut your hair." Ururu shook her head.
"No! I want Nee-sama to cut my hair!" It wasn't the child's statement that surprised him, but Nemu actually laughed. She laughing hysterically, the seamstress saw Nemu and took a step back in shock.
"Ah, Nemu-san, Urahara-taicho, this child is with you?"
"Yes she is my sister." Said Nemu wiping away tears.
"Nee-sama what was that sound you were making? Are you alright?" Kisuke tried not to laugh at her. She did not even know what laughter was.
"I laughed Ururu; we laugh when we think something is funny or when we are having fun."
"Laughing is good?"
"It's very good, laughing makes us feel better. Come on I'll cut your hair." Nemu led her sister away leaving the twelfth-squad captain to watch.
"So, the mad scientist made another one huh?"
"Yeah, this one's called Ururu."
"Nemu doesn't seem hostile towards her."
"My thoughts exactly Yoruichi-san."
"I don't like where this is going."
"I agree, creating two artificial female shinigami; doesn't look good at all."
"What do you think he plans on doing with them?"
"No clue, the man is mad. But I doubt anyone is gonna like this when they catch wind of Ururu's creation. He's unstable, he could be planning anything."
"We could try interrogating the girls."
"No, I doubt they know more than we do; he would keep them in the dark to the last moment."
"Doesn't even trust his own daughters."
"With good reason."
"What do mean by that Kisuke-san?"
"The younger one's a given, all young children, created or not, have loose mouths and might say something accidently."
"What about the older one, she's fiercely loyal to the man; although why this is, that's beyond my comprehension."
"She isn't alone now, she has someone to support her now, some one she cares for more than her creator. Nemu would be willing to betray her father if it meant her sister would be safe."
"I guess we'll just have to wait and stay on our guard."
"That's all we can do."
"There." Nemu said as she snipped off the last piece. Then reach for a brush to neaten her sister's almost shoulder length hair, Ururu played her new bangs while her sister brushed the back of her hair.
"Now we can see your pretty eyes." Ururu giggled.
"Nee-sama has pretty eyes too." Nemu blinked; then smiled ruffling Ururu's hair. At that moment Mayuri came into the room and flashed a dark look towards his daughters.
"Well done Nemu, you cut her hair. For once you did something right." He glared at the child cowering behind the young woman.
"Something wrong kid?" She shook her head.
"Nemu haven't you taught her to talk yet?" Nemu glanced up at her master.
"Uh, yes I have, she's just nervous." Nemu tried nudging Ururu.
"Yes, Mayuri-sama, I can speak." Mayuri slapped her hard. Ururu whimpered and put her hand on her cheek.
"Speak when spoken to, wench." Nemu stood up; with one glare from Mayuri she cowered and sat down again; wrapping a comforting arm around the whimpering child.
"Nemu report to my lab in three hours understood?"
"Yes, Mayuri-sama." The moment he left Ururu started crying loudly, covering her eyes, bawling loudly. Urahara walked in seeing the young girl sobbing ad Nemu trying to calm her down.
"What happened?" Nemu pressed a wet cloth against her sister's cheek.
"Mayuri-sama showed her who was boss."
"Nee-sama I don't want to stay here."
"I know, Ururu, I know."
"Why can't we
leave, Nee-sama?"
"Why indeed?" Nemu glanced at the Taicho.
"We can't, we belong to him. We can't leave, our collars prevent from disobeying him. They control our lives." It was the first time Urahara noticed that both girls were wearing chokers; Nemu's was red and Ururu's was blue.
"So if you try to run, you die." Nemu nodded.
"Is there any way to get them off?"
"The one taking them off would have to a master of kido. They're extremely complicated despite their appearance."
"If I could get them off, would you leave with me?"
"You're leaving?" Asked Nemu in a shocked tone.
"I'm going to be banished; I want to take you two with me." The child's face was neutral as was Nemu's.
"Why?" Asked Ururu, "We are not anybody to you."
"You're two girls who need to be taken away from their father. You need help. I could put you two to good use, or if you wish you may leave to pursue your own lives." Ururu looked p at Nemu, who returned the glance.
"What about Mayuri-sama, I don't think he'd like it if his two prized experiments escaped."
"You're not experiments; you're people, two girls."
"We're created; we have no right to live." Nemu said quietly.
"Why do you say such things? You have a mind, a will, a consciousness; what makes you different from me?" Nemu looked away.
"Nee-sama, let's go with him!" Nemu held Ururu closer.
"I like that idea, we will go with you."
"You're hesitating Nemu, why?"
"I, I'm not sure how to be my own person, any sign of a personality was stomped out."
"Nee-sama doesn't have to worry about that anymore because Ururu is here." Nemu blinked at her sister, Ururu was sincere in her words. She wanted to help; she wanted her sister to be happy.
"Nemu, come here."
"Yes Mayuri-sama." She walked up to him only to be struck hard. She fell to the ground and struggled to push herself up. Mayuri kicked her in the gut again and again until she was coughing.
"No, Mayuri-sama, stop it!" It was Ururu, to her sister's rescue. Mayuri ignored her until she struck him, looking as if she put little effort into it, but the force sent him to the ground and sliding into the wall. Ururu looked even more stunned than Nemu. But that blow deflected the injuries from her sister onto herself. Mayuri charged toward her and began beating her senseless; landing blows upon her small form. She was crying and sobbing as her creators fists connected to her body. Urahara hearing the commotion ran in to see his fuku-taicho beating the young girl.
"Mayuri! What are you doing?!" He roared shoving his fuku-taicho aside scooping the child's battered form into his arms. She was badly hurt, a broken jaw and numerous other breaks.
"What's the matter with you? She's a little girl!" The pitiful child began to whimper. Nemu struggled to stand so she could reach Ururu.
"With all due respect, I can do whatever I want with them. I made them, they aren't real, and every move they make is because of the way I wired their brains. They aren't real."
"If they cry when they're hurt, and smile when something good happens, that's enough to prove they have some kind of consciousness. I pity these girls for having a father like you. I'm taking these girls to Unohana." He set down Ururu and pulled Nemu onto his back and Ururu into his arms. Mayuri wondered if he should take the girls back.
Ururu struggled to open her eyes. When she did the first thing she saw were a pair of green eyes.
"Nee-sama….." Nemu stroked her sister's forehead.
"We're leaving tonight, little one. Rest, and let Unohana-taicho care for you."
"What about you, Nee-sama."
"I'm fine; you're hurt far worse than I."
"I'm sorry Nee-sama."
"Why?"
"Because I made Mayuri-sama mad at us."
"That's alright." Unohana came in.
"How are you two doing?"
"I'm fine Unohana-Taicho, and so is Nee-sama!" Ururu chirped.
"My, you're very cute Kurotsuchi-chan."
"Thank you." Even though she was smiling the same glaze Nemu had was beginning coat her eyes. Unohana left the room.
"We're leaving tonight, Ururu."
"Really Nee-sama?"
"Yes, we'll be free; we'll leave for the human world. You'll enroll in a human school, and make friends, we'll live just like humans do, and we can live our own lives."
"That sounds wonderful." Yes, it was wonderful.
It was late at night, out of the 12th division came a man, woman, and a child, all dressed in black. Meeting them was a burly man from another division the Kido Corps.; he sat on the ground and the child was sat in front of him. He placed both huge hands on her slender neck, there was a flash, and her collar was gone. She stared at the man in shock, Nemu knelt down then there was a huge commotion I the building. Mayuri came out fuming. Nemu stood up and faced him.
"Go, take my sister and go, my place is here."
"No Nee-sama!"
"Ururu, we have to go!" Shouted Kisuke grabbing her. Ururu started crying. Urahara dismissed her tears and ran with her into the portal he had prepared. With a flash all three had vanished. It was the last time Nemu saw her sister for a hundred years.
"Well, Nemu, do you have anything to say for yourself."
"My sister deserved to be free."
"Is that all."
"Yes."
"Fine." With that he left the mangled body of his daughter lying on the ground with too many breaks or her to even move without intense pain. To her credit, she took her beating with dignity, despite the fact she would be in pain for a long time.
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Princess: Yea my second fic today. I have actually been writing this story for a few years now and I finally wanted to post it. This is a fic explaining the origin of Ururu and how she's the sister of Nemu. I don't know why I wrote his I was inspired by a fic explaining the relationships between Mayuri and Nemu, Kisuke and Ururu. I kind of wanted to give Ururu some happiness and innocence and the reason she flinches when Kisuke goes to pat her head was because she still remembers her beatings. So yeah tell me if you like it and if you want me to continue review me.
