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There's a major time difference in this chapter, there's been nothing big within the last several years, and it is now 18 years before the present tense (present tenseIchigo at 18).
A chuugoku fluttered in through the window, waiting for the female Shinigami to awaken. She shifted in her sleep, feeling the presence of the small animal, meant to convey messages to Shinigami. She slowly opened her eyes, and saw the small butterfly fluttering an inch from her face, awaiting her response. She held out a finger as the butterfly landed, bringing it up to her ear to hear the message.
The message conveyed was as follows, 'Upon receiving this message, you are summoned to the first division's barracks, for a meeting with the Souteichou. Please report immediately, this mission is of the utmost importance and is due to begin immediately after instruction.' She blinked, the chuugoku fluttering back out the window, as she got up, donning her Shihakusho and quickly darting out the door.
The sun was just starting to rise, as she quickly used shunpo to make her way to the Souteichou's office. She knocked, and waited for an answer.
"Come in," was called through the door. And she pushed open the door, somewhat breathless after the large amount of shunpo she'd used to get there, and looked up at the Souteichou.
"Yama-jii? You called for me?" He sat there, his haori draped loosely over his shoulders and opened his eyes only slightly.
"Ahh, yes, Hiza, I did. As I informed you in the message, this mission is of the utmost importance." He looked straight into her eyes and continued. "You will be travelling to the human world, where you will spend many years, as a human, there. Try to live this life as if you were a human, and not a Shinigami, only leaving the body once you have reached the age of eighteen. You will be sent there by means of the Senkai gate, to Karakura town. I trust you will try to enjoy this break as much as possible. Every three years, I will send an officer to receive a report on how the mission fares. Once you reach eighteen, you will be required to make the reports to me in person, here in Seireitei. Now, you should go, return home, and let Byakuya know you will be gone." She nodded her head, shunpoed out the door, closed it, and continued to shunpo all the way back to the Kuchiki household.
She sat there, five years old, or so everyone thought. In truth, she was 137; it was her birthday, yet again. She smiled and opened the presents, attempting to act like the 'child' she was. She ripped them open, seemingly impatiently, and looked at a short, orange-haired boy.
"Hey, Ichigo? What'd ya get me this year?" She laughed. Her 'parents', sat over in the corner, smiling at the girl. They knew, somewhat, what was going on. Her 'dad' had been the one to create the Gigai, and her 'mom' seemed to praise him for it. She looked at Yoruichi Shihouin, and smiled. "Thanks, mom! Thanks, dad!" She looked at Urahara Kisuke. She looked at her aunt again, and jumped into her lap, hugging her. At least she was still family, so it didn't feel strange showing her affection to her human 'mother'. The last time she had had to report, it had been a Hisagi Shuuhei to come and receive her report. He had been disgruntled, wanting to return home to his lover. Well how did he think she felt, stuck away from her lover and husband for over 5 years, already! She hated it! And he wouldn't even recognize her, if he saw her in this form. Although she knew that Byakuya was used to being alone, Kira most likely was not, after all, they had known each other since their academy days, Shuuhei and Kira.
The orange haired boy grinned at her, always holding his mothers hand. "Well, I guess you'll just have to open it, and find out, won't you, Urahara Hiza!"
"Shut up, Strawberry!" She laughed at the frown the boy wore, but then he looked up to his mother, the goofy grin returning to his face. She picked up his present, and slowly undid the wrapping, being careful not to tear the strawberries.
It was her first day at Karakura Junior High, and she walked down the hall and into the classroom she had been assigned. In the room was a strawberry-blonde girl, a black haired tomboy, and a large, tall, dark haired boy with dark skin. Ichigo was also in the room, and he looked up to see his childhood friend walking into the room. His mom had died a few years back, and now he wore a constant scowl on his face. He had never known what had killed her, but Hiza, who had been sitting on a bridge some distance away had seen the lure, and the hollow that had attacked. After that, she had stayed home, convincing Urahara to home-school her.
She waved to him, looking him straight in the eyes, showing him that she knew about his loss. "Hey, Ichigo, long time, no see ne?" His loss had been close to her, as well, for she had liked Masaki; she had been a nice woman, and had not deserved to be eaten by Grande Fisher. At twelve years old, he shouldn't have had to lose his mother, especially not, when at the time, he had been no more than eight or nine, and had two little sisters.
He waved back, glad to see his old friend, once again. "It has been, hasn't it? Oh, uhh, Hiza? This is Chad, Orihime, and Tatsuki. I met most of them after you started getting home-schooled by Mr. Sandal-Hat. Mind, I knew Tatsuki before that. I went to the same dojo as her, when we were little." He shrugged, looking back to the others. "Hey, guys, this is Hiza. I met her through my dad's friend. Her father is Mr. Sandal-Hat."
She eyed him funny, knowing that he didn't know any better, but not liking being called the daughter of that pervert. Then again, he was probably going to end up being family sooner or later, anyways, so why dislike it now? Her great aunt Yoruichi really liked him, despite his perverted antics, and constant experiments. She shook her head, her purple hair swinging from side to side. "I can introduce myself, you know, Ichigo." She walked over to Tatsuki, offering her hand to the tomboy. "Hello, the name, as Ichigo already said, is Hiza, Urahara Hiza, to be precise. And Ichigo, you better not forget my dad's name again. Stop calling him 'Mr. Sandal-Hat', its annoying! And you never said anything about mom!" She glared at him a bit, not as perturbed at being called the goddess of flash's daughter. She sighed, walking to the front of the room, just as the bell rang, and the teacher walked in.
The teacher walked to the front of the room, and looked at the purple haired girl, as he walked to the board. "Ah, it seems we have a new student joining us this year!" He watched her fidget with her uniform a bit, and smiled. "Why don't you introduce yourself, miss?" She looked at him, and sighed, becoming more confident with each passing second.
She looked around the room and grinned, and spoke with a loud voice, commanding most people's attention. "The name's Urahara Hiza. I've been home-schooled since grade 3, by my dad, and now I'm finally back!" She laughed, acting like a teenager once again, not the seasoned Shinigami she was.
"Well, welcome to the class, then, Hiza," he pointed to a seat in one of the rows. "You can sit next to Mr Kurosaki, for the time being. I'm sure he'll be happy to share his books with you, until you get your own. Now take a seat, please. I would like to start the lesson."
She happily walked to her seat, sat down, and looked at her friend. His riatsu seemed to have grown over the years, from when he was eight to now. It was almost as powerful as a lower seated Shinigami, like about the 20th seat. She sighed, leaning back in her seat, and folding her arms behind her head, hopping to catch a quick nap before lunch.
Hiza: Haha! She knows Ichigo! Heh! And now Tatsuki, Orihime, and Chad! And as promised, I let you in on another couple! Haha! KiraXShuu! Loves them!
Gin: sweatdrops but what about me, Kuchiki-san?
Hiza: I told you to wait! glares If you keep bugging me, I won't tell you!
Gin: whimpers guess I better do as she says. Anyways, bai bai! does his wave and smile
