Funny thing, when you're in England you're supposed to spell 'grey' and in the US 'gray' (info from my dictionary). But in -Man the US version is used, while it starts out in England! Spelling can be odd sometimes...
I am SO sorry for the lateness! I literally skipped a whole month. I have no excuse. I'm SO SORRY! I'll try not doing that again without a good excuse. I am SO SO sorry!
This chapter was particularly hard to translate in some parts, so if you see something that sounds wrong or that you think of a better way to say it, please tell me. It would be of great help...
(PS: Does the word 'lateness' actually exist? I used it when I started translating the next chapter because I didn't know what to put there, but if you have some better word it is welcome!)
Kisuke looked at his daughter and had a moment of glitching. She had a reiatsu, barely tangible, but he wasn't able to define it. Like if it fluctuated. Like if it was alive. He got a feeling of foreboding. His daughter would bring trouble his way if he put her in contact with the Soul Society.
He stood up to welcome her, and the blond saw a tinge of disappointment slip into Lisbeth's grey eyes. He figured he didn't look like what she expected, but this glint vanished quickly, replaced by a soft smile, and Kisuke found she was living portrait of her mother. He offered her a seat, then they talked a bit, mostly about her schooling. He had no other choice than to register her in the Karakura high school, hoping she wouldn't end up in the young Kurosaki's class, he would have trouble justifying certain things if the orange-haired boy made himself nosy. He soon noticed she was reserved and calm, and even when he introduced her to the rest of the inhabitants she didn't dispose of her composure. If Kisuke had to find a comparison, he would have said she was a porcelain doll, with that frozen expression. Maybe she wasn't at ease... He then showed her where her room was and let her settle down, promising he would come fetch her for supper.
As soon as he had exited the room, pulling the sliding door (shut), Lisbeth opened her suitcase and pulled out her computer, placing it on the ground. She turned it on, restless inside, and using the town network she opened up the website of the high school her father intended to put her in. She then looked up more information about the town, and noticed that some events were strange or unexplained. In greater number than in most of Japan's cities. Her sixth sense triggered the alarm bell. She closed her computer, annoyed, preferring to believe it was nothing serious, only simple coincidences... Even though deep down she knew she would have to keep a low profile. She then took out her phone and typed hastily, but when she was about to send the message she hesitated, her thumb hovering over the screen. Should she really talk about this to Haruka? She had already gotten her into enough trouble, she wasn't going to bother her with mere assumptions. She cleared the text message, replacing it with a plain "I've arrived", knowing her friend would be enthusiastic enough for both of them. The brunette's face darkened at the thought of her friend, but she shook her head, now wasn't the time for self-pity. She stood up and undertook to tidy her things, and to change. She got rid of her clothes crumpled from the trip, and piled threw them in a heap in a corner, before taking clean jeans, a white sweater and pulling out worn out slippers, but that gave her the comforting feeling of being home. Someone knocked and opened the door.
Her father.
His face was hidden by his bob, she couldn't see his eyes and that bothered her. She couldn't read the emotions on his face, but had the uncomfortable feeling he didn't want her here. He raised his head, and Lisbeth felt pierced by a gaze similar to hers, and during a short instant it seemed to her that nothing escaped him. Then the adult had a silly smile and this feeling vanished, giving way to annoyance. How could this guy be her father, seriously? If there hadn't been the eye color and the strand that fell over the nose, she would have had doubts.
"I was coming to tell you we are about to have dinner, if you'd like to follow me."
Lisbeth fleetingly asked herself how he would react if she answered him childishly that she didn't want to follow him. This thought made her smile. She walked behind her father to get to the dining room. The smell of food got to her, and the brunette's eyes widened upon seeing the meal, prepared for at least fifteen people. Upon counting mentally she found however that they were only six, her included...
"Well, I'm going now, thank you for everything Urahara-san."
Lisbeth turned her head towards the voice and found herself facing a young girl with tied-back black hair, dressed in sports clothes, who held a plastic bag in her hand.
"No problem, young Kurosaki, be careful while going home."
The young woman walked by the flabbergasted brunette, simply nodding to her, and walked out. Her father informed her.
"She is called Kurosaki Karin, she is a pretty regular customer. I didn't get the time to introduce you to each other, another time maybe."
Lisbeth nodded, and sat at the table.
Once mealtime was finished, she returned to her room, and dressed warmly. The room was pretty large, but most importantly was the window leading outside. If her father had been aware of her background, he never would have set her in this room.
She liked going for walks at night, feel the city's heart vibrate, and above all during her getaways, she helped people. Well, people... a big word, they were only wandering souls. She didn't know why she could see them since she was small, but she didn't hesitate to seize the opportunity to help them depart, or to help grant their last wishes. Of course she wasn't sheltered from attacks, but until then she had always been lucky. Anyway, she didn't like being locked in, she absolutely needed to go outside, and today she had spent nearly all of her day in the train. Horrible.
She opened the window and slipped outside, being careful not to make any noise. Then once she was far from her residence she relaxed. She used this walk to get to know the town, and paused on a big bridge that crossed a river. Cars went by on the road behind her, but she was oblivious to them. She simply enjoyed this feeling of freedom, forgetting all her worries.
Tomorrow she would have to enter a new high school in the middle of the year, and try and make new friends...
She didn't care. Only the present moment mattered. A howling suddenly reverberated in the air, and she froze. A Hollow. She had to head back, and quickly. She started walking, taking big steps, trying not to be scared. The last time she had encountered one of these creatures she had nearly gotten killed. And Haruka too. She went up the streets, getting to the front of her father's shop. She slipped into her room and changed quickly before going to bed.
Kisuke drew his bob over his eyes and sighed. His daughter had just gotten home, and her reiatsu had seemed shaken. He didn't like this. He would have liked to forbidden her to go out, but he could be sure she would take it very badly. Yoruichi brutally appeared right within his sight.
"I suppose you have been following her Yoruichi?"
"Yes, I have. She simply went for a walk through town but... There was a Hollow in town, and when he howled she came back hurriedly, like if she had heard it.
She didn't need to go on, Kisuke had understood. His daughter saw spirits, and had probably already met a Hollow. Great, his tranquility really was going to shatter. There was no way she was leaving in these conditions. Especially if again he wanted to prevent further problems with the Soul Society.
Because people always found a way to say it was his fault.
