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Ururu Kurotsuchi (renamed Tsumugiya by Urahara) stood outside the Urahara Shoten dressed in her high school uniform. Despite the fact the Ururu was well over a century old she looked about fifteen or sixteen years old. Her human companion Jinta Hanakari was dressed in a baggy shirt and ripped jeans, he was roughly fourteen. Her large blue eyes stared out into the sky, thinking about her older sister a dimension away, in the hands of their cruel creator. Jinta glared at her for moment then whacked her head with his broom getting in tangled in her dark long hair.
"Oi! Ururu! Stop spacin' out and get to work! And why're ya' wearin' yer uniform?"
"Gomen Jinta-kun." Ururu always found it strange that he addressed her without honorific. Her eyes grew sad, the only other person who addressed her that way was her father, no, her creator. She once again was bitterly reminded that she wasn't even a natural entity, she artificial. She flexed her hand remembering that the only natural thing about her was her blood; the blood she shared with her creator.
She was ripped from her thoughts by the arrival of shinigami to the gates.
"Can we help you?" One of them pulled out poster with the photo of a young girl on it.
"We're from the twelfth division; we're here to retrieve you Kurotsuchi-sama." Ururu eyes widened.
"What?"
"Mayuri-sama has been patient long enough; he refuses to wait for you to come back."
"I'm not going back."
"You must, you are his daughter."
"No, my nee-sama took the heat for my escape, so I'm staying here."
"You have no choice."
"And you have no hearing, I'M NOT GOING BACK!" She dropped her broom and shifted into fighting position, her eyes aglow.
"Ururu!" Jinta shouted.
"Jinta, stay back!" the shinigami drew their zampactos. They charged and Jinta, ignoring Ururu, charged as well. He had forgotten he had no weapon. A third shinigami appeared and stabbed Jinta's shoulder with a syringe. He yelped and jumped back. Ururu continued battling the two shinigami deflecting blows with blasts of spirit energy. Jinta kept attempting to fight until his eyes grew hazed and passed out. This distracted Ururu.
"Jinta-kun?!" The third shinigami took advantage of her distraction and stabbed her stomach with a syringe. She soon passed out as well.
When Jinta woke up he felt like the bottom half of his body had been run over by a steam roller. He groaned as he tried to sit up. His clothes were replaced with white shirt and shorts. Jinta looked around, he was in a cage. He tried to shake the bars, but they shocked him. He growled and looked at him surroundings, the room was white and silver, and there were lab tools and lab coats everywhere. A woman dressed in a short version of the shinigami uniform, her black hair was woven into a braid. She walked into the room looking at a clipboard staring and writing as she went.
"Hey you!" The woman stopped and stared at him.
"Where am I, and where's Ururu?!" The woman dropped the clipboard.
"Ururu?" She ran out the room. Jinta sweat dropped.
"That was that about?"
Hours must have past. No one else came into the room where he was being held. Without warning the door opened and there was a flash of black.
"Jinta-kun?" It was Ururu. Dressed in the same uniform as the woman before, except there were slits at the shoulders, her hair tied in loops with blue ribbon. She looked extremely cute. Jinta struggled not to stammer.
"I'm so happy you're alright." She breathed, sinking to her knees. She put her hand to his face and stroked.
"Where are we?" He asked. Ururu opened her mouth.
"Ururu! Where are you?!" She looked over her shoulder, face pale and eyes wide.
"I have to go, no use making him angry. I swear I'll come back as soon as possible. I promise you."
"Making who angry? Ururu!" She ran out of the room, he growled.
A few hours later Ururu came back. She sighed loudly then sat down on her knees.
"Ururu, where did you go, who called you?"
"Mayuri-sama, my creator called me, he wanted me to help him with an experiment."
"Your creator?"
"Hai, my creator."
"How can you have a creator? Don't you mean your father or something?" Ururu blinked.
"I suppose, Nee-sama said he was my father, but I don't feel like he is. He's mean."
"Nee-sama?"
"Nemu, the girl you saw earlier."
"Oh, your sister?"
"Hai, we have the same creator."
"Why do you say creator, do you call your mother creator too?"
"We don't have a mother."
"Oh, she's dead."
"We never had one; we were created from a synthetic flesh Mayuri-sama invented and his blood. I am, artificial, I am not real. Mayuri-sama always said so. Kisuke-san said I have a soul so I am real. I do not know who to listen to. My body is more flexible, strong, and fast than humans, I am not a human. I am a monster." She whispered looking at her hands.
"A monster?" He asked raising ad eyebrow, she nodded numbly.
"Pff, Ururu you ain't no monster, you're too pretty to be a monster." He caught what he said too late and blushed heavily. She on the other hand seemed unfazed by the comment, and then her face melted into a warm smile.
"Thank you Jinta-kun, I was scared that you would hate me for being a monster."
"Ururu, why are they keeping us here, why can't we go home?"
"I am Mayrui-sama's property, I cannot leave, and I do not know why they keep you."
"Ururu, get out here you wench!" She looked over her shoulder.
"Hai, Mayuri-sama!" she shouted back and stood up.
"I'll be back soon as I can."
"Where are you going now?"
"To take the office of first seat." She said simply.
"This is a pain." Grumbled Hitsugaya from his seat.
"Why am I even here?" he questioned the man next to him, Renji.
"I heard there was some new competitor for the first seat in the twelfth division. Being that division means it's going to be a blood bath, an extra bloody blood bath, real nasty fight."
"That explains Zaraki-taicho's presence." Toshiro grumbled, glancing at the monster of a man. Kurotsuchi-taicho waked to the center of the arena with his fuku-taicho, Kurotsuchi Nemu. The man they recognized at the first seat was standing there smirking.
"What idiot would be stupid enough to try to get into the twelfth division?" Grumbled Hitsugaya.
"Who cares?" Laughed Renji.
The challenger walked into the arena calmly. There were gasps; the challenger was a teenage girl, or the equivalent of one. Renji and Hitsugaya dropped what they were holding; it wasn't any girl, it was Ururu. Ururu bowed to her competitor politely, looking insecurely toward Mayuri, who walked up next to her and whispered something her ear. She grimaced and stepped forward with cold eyes. The first seat drew his zampacto and released it immediately. The shinigami charged her and slashed at her. She dodged of course, and knocked the blade from his hand and broke it in half with her shoe. Hey eyes were a freezing blue, ready to kill. She knocked him in the gut, causing him to double over; she kicked him to the ground and stepped on his throat until his face turned blue. When that happened she took her foot off; confused he staggered to his feet. Standing his face contorted in anger, she calmly knocked off his head with a single swipe of her leg. Blood spurted on her, and her clothes. She walked away, ignoring the mess of remains.
Renji ran to meet her at the entrance.
"Ururu!" Ururu stared blankly at him; her hair and clothes were different, but it was Ururu without a doubt.
"Konichiwa Abarai-san." She said simply.
"Why did you join the twelfth division Ururu? More importantly, what're ya doin' here?!"
"Mayuri-sama wanted me to."
"And you listened to him?"
"Of course, a creation should be obedient to its creator; otherwise the creation should be destroyed."
"What?"
"I was created from synthetic flesh by Mayuri-sama." Renji blinked.
"Really, well I figured as much, ya know with all the fighting skills n' stuff." Her eyes flickered.
"You are not disgusted by me?"
"Why would I be? You're still Ururu, you haven't changed have you?" She shifted her eyes and shook her head.
"Ururu-chan!"
"Hai, Nee-sama?"
"Come, I wish for you to meet my friends."
"Hai!" She practically skipped over to her sister's side, her expression unchanging.
The Shinigami Women's Association sat quietly while they awaited the arrival of Matsumoto, Nemu and Yachiru. Nemu and Ururu arrived first.
"Konichiwa." They said together.
"Kurotsuchi-fuku-taicho, who is that child with you?" Nemu looked at her sister blandly and turned back to Nanao.
"My younger sister Ururu, the new first seat officer."
"You…..have a sister?"
"Yes."
"She's the new first seat?"
"Yes."
"Since when?"
"Today, when she killed the last first seat."
"How come we never heard that Blacky had a sister?" Yelled Yachiru appearing out of nowhere.
"Ururu-chan has been living in the living world until recently."
"What changed?" Asked Yachiru.
"Mayuri-sama wanted his prized experiment back." Matsumoto broke the tense moment with her entrance.
"Sorry I'm late everyone!!!!" She hollered as she entered the room. There was a pause in the room before Yachiru broke out into giggles.
"Guess what Redhead! Blacky has a little sister, Gloomy!"
"Ururu." Ururu corrected. Matsumoto stared.
"Ururu?!" She shouted pointing at her.
"Hai?"
"What are you doing here?!" She shouted obnoxiously.
"Obeying my master." She said simply.
"EH? Since when?"
"Since my creation." She answered n the same tone.
"Ehhhhh? Who's your master?"
"Mayuri-sama."
"Enough of this, lets' start the meeting." Nanao said harshly, hiding that she pitied both girls for having the insane captain for a father. The meeting was rather uneventful by most standards.
(Meanwhile)
"Man where is that stupid girl?" Grumbled Jinta.
(Later)
"Alright you two, time for your practice." Mayuri growled at his two daughters who were gathering test results. Ururu put down her clipboard and walked away, but Mayuri grabbed her arm and took a blood sample. She looked up at him in puzzlement.
"For a test." He told her. The two girl walked into the training girls began sparing. The other division members watched with interest as the two girls were merely blurs of black shapes. After about seven minutes Ururu kicked her sister to the ground. Her foot was placed firmly on her abdomen.
"Very good, you'll be surpassing me in no time Ururu." Ururu blinked.
"I thought I just had."
"I was holding back."
"Oh. Nee-sama should practice with our zampactos."
"You have you zampacto?"
"I got it in the living world, from Urahara-Taicho." Nemu blinked she beckoned an unseated shinigami who brought her zampacto, another brought Ururu hers. Nemu's looked unremarkable, almost like an unnamed one, Ururu zampacto had one distinguishing mark. The hilt of the blade was covered in what appeared to be seals. The sisters had little use for their zampactos because of their physical abilities. They would rarely use them. Ururu unsheathed her zampacto.
"Obliterate, Kuchiku-hime." Nemu brandished hers as well.
"Poison, Zetsumei." Their zampactos glowed, when the light faded, Ururu's sword was cannon covered in seals, Nemu's sword was now a thin katana with a dull black hit and blade that looked silver but glinted many colors.
"A cannon, huh, interesting."
"Yes, you own zampacto is fascinating as well."
"Yes she poisons, I have the cure of course."
"Shall we spar Nee-sama."
"Hai." The two girls fell of flurry of movement, the sound of slashing and cannon blasts filling the air as the sisters sparred. Eventually the torrent ended with both girls standing in crouched position. Nemu had burn marks on her arms and legs. Ururu was covered head to toe in thin cuts that bled. Nemu lifted her zampacto and pulled at the tassel at the hilt and pulled out a small vial filled with red liquid. She handed it to Ururu who drank it. The sister sealed their zampacto and tucked them in their obis. The remainder of their time was spent tending each other's wounds.
(Meanwhile)
Kurotsuchi-taicho shook a mall vile containing the blood of his younger daughter and a chemical. The blood in the vile turned blue. He smirked menacingly.
"It's positive."
Ururu snuck into the room here Jinta was being held; she took hesitant steps then sat in front of the cage. Jinta immediately reprimanded her about getting beat up. This was after of course he noticed she was covered in bandages.
Renji walked down through the division with a document addressed to the twelfth division Captain. He hated making deliveries that subordinate work. He passed the quarters for the vice-captain for the division. He heard sobbing from the room. He knew it wasn't his business but he walked through the open door. He followed the sobbing until he found Ururu sobbing on her futon with Nemu rubbing her back in small circles whispering soothing words with a neutral face.
"Oi! Ururu, everything alright?" Ururu shrieked in surprise.
"Hey, it's alright it's only me." He told her raising his hands.
"Abarai-san, I mean, fuku-taicho."
"Abarai-san's fine." He told her, sitting down next to her.
"What's the matter?" Ururu shook her head, refusing to answer. Renji sighed loudly.
"Well, I know squat when it comes to crying girls, but if there's anything I could do, let me know." Ururu nodded, wiping away her tears.
"Well, I got to go deliver this message now, see ya later." The sisters waved goodbye.
Jinta had now been in that cage for around four months with only Ururu as company. He heard footsteps approaching. He perked only to see that it was Nemu.
"Oh it's you."
"I'm Ururu's sister."
"Really, wow, I don't care."
"I'm here to tell you that Ururu won't be visiting for the next few weeks. The next time you see her, you'll be getting out of here."
"I want her here." He realized fully that he sounded like a spoiled child, he didn't care. He didn't trust these people with a gift like Ururu. She was his to have and protect. He failed at protecting but he sure as hell was going to keep her as his own. Nobody would take away the only constant in his life since his parents died. She was his rock, his support.
"She can't be here, trust me, if she could be here she would."
"Why in the world should I believe you?"
"I'm Ururu's sister."
"Just because you're sisters doesn't mean that you don't want to hurt her."
"Ururu and I have only each other; we have nobody else to depend on." Jinta snorted.
"That may have been true back when Ururu was little but she has me now."
"Interesting."
"What?"
"You're not going to be much help to her from inside there."
"Let me out."
"I wish I could."
"Why can't you?!"
"I was told not to."
"By who? This Mayuri guy!? You really need to learn to think for yourself!"
"We were taught not to think, only to obey. We depend on each other for scraps of mind, without each other we would truly be will-less. Besides, it was Ururu who told me to keep you here."
"Why in the world does she think I should stay here?!" Slap! Nemu actually slapped him. Her eyes were focused in a steady glare.
"Don't you dare speak ill of my sister. Everything she's going through is for you. I don't know why she cares so much for mortal boy. We could easily get away, but because of you she refuses to leave because Mayuri-sama will make you a test subject." Jinta's eyes widened.
"Test subject?"
"He promises not to as long as Ururu and I behave. He worries about Ururu rebelling because her time in the mortal word allowed her to develop a mind and a will. His design limits her ability to develop a personality, but she has one. She has a mind and desires and dreams she wants to accomplish. It's too late for me to want anything other than my sister's happiness. You make her happy; ergo I have to help you. Even though it's your fault she got caught and why this horrible thing…….." She trailed off.
"What horrible thing?"
"All in due time. I will be back to keep you company from time to time because Ururu has to hide for awhile."
"Why!?"
"She's enduring for your sake; you'll see her when you see her."
"What ever happened to your sister Nemu-san?" Asked a newly recovered and engaged Momo. She had been in an annoyingly good mood since she had been engaged to Hitsugaya-taicho.
"She has not been feeling well as of late."
"Then let's go visit her then!"
"No." Nemu hissed quickly.
"Why?" Momo whined childishly.
"She just can't have visitors other than me right now."
"Aw, that's no fun." Momo pouted for a moment then scurried off to find her fiancé. Nemu gave a subconscious sigh of relief. Nobody could see her right now; otherwise Mayuri-sama would beat them both. She stood up from her seat and walked to the labs where her sister was resting.
She looked so sick and helpless in there, on that cold table they had both sprung to life on. She was fast asleep and motionless. Nemu walked next to her and gently squeezed her hand watching the thing that was eating away at her, the thing their own father put in her. Her blue eyes fluttered open.
"Nee-sama." She whispered weakly.
"Everything will be alright." Ururu sat up slowly, Nemu shook her head.
"You should rest." She reluctantly lay back down.
"Nee-sama, am I going to die?" Nemu's eyes narrowed.
"No, you will not die as long as I live. You will live a long life."
"Mayuri-sama said there was a chance that I will die."
"Mayuri-sama is wrong, you will live."
"I don't know who to believe." Nemu gripped her hand until Ururu was asleep again. She left the room and did exactly as she was told by Mayuri, grudgingly. She hated him for doing thing to her sister. He had done many bad things to both of them, but this by far was the worst. Nothing he had done had ever been this…….permanent.
Jinta was fast asleep in his cage. It was night, or at least he thought it was. It had been many months since he had arrived here. There were no windows in this room so he guessed by the time they turned off the lights. In the middle of the night he could hear screaming, albeit muffled. A few hours later the cage was opened quietly. He jolted to see Nemu with a bundle clutched in one arm.
"Hush, we have to move fast." She whispered to him. With her free hand she grabbed his wrist roughly and yanked him out. He noticed her zampacto was tucked in her obi. Jinta was yanked from place to place until they were running through hallways.
"Where's Ururu?!"
"She can't come with you, she told me to get you out and she'll leave when she can." He stopped and his arm away from her.
"Whatdaya mean she's not coming?"
"She can't come right now."
"Why not?" Nemu glanced at the bundle, then their surrounding, then him.
"We'll talk about it later, come on." She whispered urgently.
"Why isn't she here?" He asked calmly, for once in his life.
"If she tried to escape in her current condition, she would die."
"Then I'll wait."
"You can't this is your one chance and you're going to take it. This opportunity won't come again." She yanked him refusing to let go, running. She was running so fast with the image of her bleeding sister on the cold table begging her.
Ururu struggled to keep walking she was in the 10th division now. She clutched on the wall moving her way to the captain's quarters. She had intentions to find Renji, but she had to face that there was no way in hell she would make it to the 6th division. She would faint from blood loss before that happened. Her long black hair drooped in her face. She found the door and pounded furiously until her hand went through. When she heard footsteps, she collapsed panting feeling her warm blood staining her lower body. Hitsugaya-taicho opened the door to find a bleeding teenage-sized girl lying in a heap on the floor.
"Taicho, you have to help her, Nee-sama, help her please." She begged clutching his haori staining it with blood.
"Matsumoto, call Unohana-taicho now!" he told his fuku-taicho.
"No! Help Nee-sama, I don't care what happens to me, help her, help them! Please!" he laid her against the wall.
"Mastumoto watch her until Unohana arrives. Where's Kurotsuchi-fuku-taicho?"
"She said she was heading for the 13th division." She rasped.
"I'll go, just stay here." She nodded weakly. He ran off to the 13th division. Matsumoto knelt down next to her running her hand over Ururu's wound; large cut running across her belly under her bellybutton, bleeding, and stitched up sloppily.
Nemu stopped suddenly. She was standing in front of the Captain's quarters. She heard her father's men running behind them. She opened the door having a couple of seated officers come to stand in her way. Nemu shoved the bundle into Jinta's arms and shoved him inside. Nemu closed the door behind him. She turned and drew her zampacto and stood against the men.
"My goodness what happened to you?" Unohana asked as she cut out the stitches. Ururu shook her head.
"I can't help you unless you tell me what happened." Ururu winced then part her sticky lips.
"He put it in then ripped it out. He put her in then cut her out. I didn't even hold her; he took her away and left me bleeding. I tried to stitch it myself." Unohana's brow scrunched in thought.
"What do you mean?"
"What I said."
"Nemu where are they, the boy and the result." He demanded.
"You can't have them!"
"Who are you to question me?"
"Ururu's older sister!" Jinta came out still holding the bundle.
"Nemu?"
"Jinta-san, get back inside!" Hitsugaya-taicho ran into the scene with some of his division.
"The first seat of your division came to me with a slit in her stomach, care to explain?" A few other divisions came onto the scene after all the commotion. A huge fight broke out; it was a state of chaos. Amidst all the fighting a cry broke out. Everyone froze; the crying was coming from the bundle in Jinta's arms. His faced paled exceptionally. He moved away the blanket revealing the face of a red-haired infant crying. The bundle was snatched away by Nemu before it had even sunk in.
"What is that?" It was Renji who spoke the question they all had.
"My niece." The prompt answer came without hesitation. The pause lasted several moments until they heard someone shouting.
"Nee-sama!"
"Kurotsuchi-san, you can't run in your condition!" Ururu was running pushing her way through the crowd pushing her way through, her white clothes stained red. Mayuri grabbed her and held his blade to her throat.
"Nemu take the result and give her to me if you want your sister to live. I'm not in a patient mood." Nemu was conflicted; her brain wasn't designed to make moral decisions. She could give the child back but Ururu would never forgive her for that. This 'result' was her daughter; Ururu's only child. She saw Ururu shaking her head furiously. Nemu looked down and slowly walked toward her creator, the child in her arms.
Ururu realized that her sister could not understand how she felt. She turned her head to the best of her abilities creating a small cut on her throat. She realized the only way out of this was to do something she would regret. She held her breath, spun so she faced him, cut on her neck larger and bleeding, and she punched his face in. The entire environment was stunned; a Kurotsuchi girl punched her creator. Ururu on the other hand was not she took the opportunity to escape his grip and run to her sister.
"Get her out, if you dare try that again I'll never forgive you. I love that child more than my own life." With that she fainted onto the ground blood still flowing, her blood mixed with her long black hair creating a dark puddle. Unohana came to her and promptly picked her up. She looked at Nemu then had one her members take the child from Nemu.
"What do you think you're doing?! Those things belong to me, I made them!" Unohana turned to face him, Captain to Captain.
"You have to understand Kurotsuchi-taicho, these children are injured and now my wards." She purposely emphasized the word children. No matter what Ururu was still a child in all her forms, she was wiser than many humans but she was still a child. There was only so much she could take.
"A half royoka, half artificial fighter. What a dilemma we have here. Why did he have to involve people from other divisions? He normally just does as he pleases with his own." Yamamoto sighed from his desk.
"Sir, I don't think he considered that Ururu-san had made many allies in her time away from him."
"Yes, but he involved a royoka under the protection of ex-taicho Urahara." He sighed.
"What to do? Both of the parents and the child want to return to the living world. The mother though cannot, she not organic and belongs to her creator as such she can't go."
"What of the boy and child, he cannot be expected to take care of an infant on his own. He's a child!"
"So is the mother, besides Urahara will care for them."
"Sir, I don't think you're considering the mother's feelings."
"You have much to learn young man; many of the worst feuds are based on personal feelings."
"So, now what?" Asked Jinta sitting cross-legged on the floor with Renji.
"Dunno, guess they have to judge your case. You have a guaranteed out, Ururu and the kid might not."
"Michiko." They spun around to see Unohana, standing calmly.
"What?"
"Your daughter's name, Kurotsuchi-san named her Michiko." She told them calmly.
"How are they?" Jinta asked anxiously, Renji was surprised that Jinta was so caring.
"The infant is surprisingly fine for a child cut out before she was ready. Kurotsuchi-san, unfortunately, is not having the same luck. She woke up long enough to tell the child's name then slipped back to sleep. She's in intensive care; she lost a lot of blood. I even had to put up a barrier to make sure Kurotsuchi –taicho didn't make matters worse."
"Will she be okay?"
"Of course, she'll be fine her body was made to withstand this, it will take awhile to heal though."
"When can I see them?" Unohana looked uncomfortable.
"The judgment has been made. You are to leave with Michiko, Ururu will stay."
"Until Ururu's better?"
"No. You see, Ururu will be staying here permanently. Under the condition that you never see her again Michiko and you shall be allowed to leave."
"What!"
"I'm sorry, that's the deal."
"I don't like it."
"Please, Hanakari-san, Kurotsuchi-san has gone through a lot for this, please don't disregard it." She turned and walked away.
"I guess I'll escort you, kid." Renji snorted.
"I don't want to leave without her." Renji sighed and put a hand on the teenager's shoulder.
"I'll keep an eye on her for you, you just watch out for the kid."
They walked to an open area to open a portal to the living world, a seated officer handed Jinta the baby. They opened the portal and rushed through, Jinta soon found himself in front of the Urahara shoten. The manager ran out when he saw him.
"Jinta-kun, you're alright!" He expressed genuine concern, something rare for him.
"I am, but she's not. Ururu, she had to stay behind with that monster." He snarled furiously. Urahara's eyes narrowed and took the bundle from Jinta peering at its contents. He regarded the infant with little interest or surprise.
"The kid's your responsibility now, Jinta you have to take care of it. What's her name?"
"Ururu named her Michiko."
"Michiko, child of thousand beauties. It suits her."
Nemu walked into the ward where her sister was recovering. She walked in to see her staring out a window; she casually turned her head to look at her. Her pretty black hair fluttered in her face falling in front of her eyes. Her eyes were full of calm hysteria, a quiet anguish. Her child was gone; she would never even get to hold the baby that almost killed her.
"Nee-sama, you're hurt." She was not angry at her for almost forfeiting her child. The first thing she said was acknowledging her new injuries. Her jaw was broken along with her wrist and few ribs, she covered in thin cuts.
"I'll be fine, I always am. You're the one who needs to be worried about. You lost your child after all." Nemu immediately cursed her blunt and honest nature, it something she could not help it; it was how she was designed. Ururu's eye ticked but she made no other expression of displeasure. That's the way she was, calm and collected no matter how she truly felt.
"I'll be fine, I always am. That is how we were designed Nee-sama." She repeated her sister's words.
"I will be fine. I have to be strong, because if I don't I won't be able to live."
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-Omake-
Ururu was late. Jinta detested it when Ururu as late, then he had to get go fetch her from her high school. It was easier when they went to the same school. He really detested not being there to chase off the boys that followed her around. Ururu had grown into a lovely young woman. Her long jet black hair flowed loosely around her hips and seemed wrap around her. Her eyes were bright and innocent and often confused. Blue eyes were rare, making her rare. He heard shouting from the school it sounded like Ururu. He ran in to find Ururu back in a corner desperately trying to keep the boys from further damaging her clothes.
"Hey!" He hollered. The boys stopped and look at them then ignored him. Jinta ran over and beat the three boys senseless. Ururu watched whimpering slightly. Her shirt was partially torn and her skirt was torn up the side too. When he was sure that they were unconscious her took off his jack ad wrapped over Ururu's shoulders. She smiled at him and pulled him into a hug. It was an awkward one considered Jinta was a good deal shorter than Ururu causing his face to smooshed into her chest.
"Arigato Jinta-kun." She smiled. Her smiled turned to a frown.
"Did they hurt you?"
"Huh, no why?"
"Your nose is bleeding." She bluntly pointed out.
'Crap!' He hissed in his head.
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Princess: Second chapter and the writing gets better. I liked writing the omakes and decided to make one for each chapter. Michiko is born, she'll play a large role later on and I enjoyed portraying Nemu as a big sister and Jinta as the love struck brat. Unfortunately I really didn't like this chapter myself, but the story gets better. I want more reviews darn it, many people read it but I got one review….. I really don't like you.
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gubgu434: Thank you for the review, and I'm glad I touched your heart like that, considering how badly the chapter was written.