Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
My Father
"Ano… Kisuke-san…"
Ururu bowed deeply, clenching her hands together tightly as if in prayer. She had made a mistake, a horrible mistake—because of her a bad product had been sold ad was likely wreaking havoc and destruction as they spoke.
"Um, I'm sorry that all this happened because of me. Y-You're probably angry at me…"
Because that's what happens when creations make mistakes—their owners get mad…
Vague memories from long ago began to resurface… A dark angry face…a slap to the head… a push into a wall…
A hand was reaching out towards her…
Ururu shut her eyes tightly, readying herself for the blow—
The hand rested lightly on top of her head, "It doesn't bother me one bit… How come you're always so timid Ururu? said a soft voice, drawing her near.
Ururu opened her eyes and it was like awakening out of a nightmare only to fall into the comforting arms of a dream. The face of the man holding her was light, not pitch black, and he held her to comfort her rather than deal out a heavy blow in punishment.
"We're all a team… Don't worry, I'll fix everything."
"Kisuke-san…" sobbed Ururu, clinging to the man who had saved her from her living nightmare…
"Hey, hey, hey… There, there…" Urahara whispered softly as she slowly calmed down, drying the tears on her face. It was time to go fix their mistake…
Ururu nodded with tears still visible in her eyes.
Of course Kisuke-san would never hurt her so…
A real father never would…
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"Nemu! Where are you? Stupid slut!"
A resounding slap echoed, followed by a crash as Nemu was thrown back into the lab equipment by the force of the hit.
"First you hide from me, now look what you've done! Stand, you lazy bitch!"
Kurotsuchi grabbed Nemu by the throat and lifted her before throwing her into the wall.
"Now go and gather the results from my latest experiment before I'm forced to dissect you, again!"
"Yes, Mayuri-sama…"
"Pft!" Mayuri snickered in disgust before he stomped off down the corridor, not sparing a look to the well-being of the woman braced against the wall.
Slowly she stood with her head bowed, a single tear managing to work it's way through eyes that had not been designed to cry…
"I'm sorry… Father…"