So, Kisuke has lost his hat? Let's see what will happen...
Urahara searched through Karakura town. A frown on his face. Doblins...he had heard that word before..maybe it wasn't just a random thought. He calmly walked in search of his hat. He looked in shops, rooted under benches. He even went to the park and looked at people's heads. Maybe it was a commoner who stole his hat? After all, Urahara had a very good taste in fashion.
"Mr. Hat and Clogs?" Urahara turned to see Ichigo Kurosaki, the substitute Shinigami.
"Aaah, if it isn't Kurosaki-Kun! Maybe you have seen my hat?"
"Wait...I knew there was something different, don't tell me you lost it?"
Urahara sighed guiltily, he had indeed. Kurosaki let out a loud laugh.
"Don't be so amused...maybe you stole it?"
Urahara said seriously, tapping Kurosaki on the shoulder with his cane.
"Why would I steal it? I have go now though. See you." and he was gone. Urahara sighed again. This was going to be harder than he thought.
For three days he searched. His hat no where to be found. He felt like giving up. He sat on a bench beside the river. Patting the top of his head. He watched the water move quietly. Neverending. The eternal cycle of the moving water causing to slip into a daydream. If only he had his hat. Urahara had that hat for a long time now. He was at a loss without it. He had come to the conclusion that it had been stolen. For Urahara didn't lose things that easily. At least, he hoped he didn't lose things easily. He shifted uneasily in the seat. Resting his elbows on his knees, he began to think.
"Doblins...they sound familiar. Maybe I'm not going crazy." He tapped at his chin as he brainstormed. He stood up, giving up on the thought.
"Tomorrow is a new day, I shall return to my search then. I will not give up on my precious hat."
Urahara awoke, the fourth morning without his hat. He was unusually grumpy in the morning, he ate his breakfast without a word and left the shop without saying a thing. He searched where he missed the day before but with less enthuasiasm. He was starting to give up.
"I can never wear a hat again if I don't find my precious hat," he mumbled to himself. An unhappy look on his face. He couldn't quite get the name, Doblins, out of his head. Somehow, he knew they were relevant.
He soon entered where a fun fair was being held. Normally he would be all excited about them, but it was different now. He didn't have his hat. He heard a sqeaky giggle and looked to the ground. There beside him, was a black rabbit, wait...this wasn't a normal rabbit. It had cat ears and a cat tail. A cabbit? No, there was no such thing but there was something oddly familiar about this creature. It was larger than the average cat. But unmisakably had the body of a rabbit, and ears and tail of a cat. It giggled again and Urahara thought he was going crazy. The creature hopped away and Urahara decided to follow it. It was fast, and Urahara ended up having to run to keep up. No one else seemed to have noticed this strange creature. He frowned, is it possible it was a soul? The soul of some twisted animal?
The creature left the grounds of the fair, and Urahara continued to follow it. The more he looked at it, the more it seemed familiar. They entered a deserted park and Urahara looked around. The creature looked at him and giggled once more. Then it spoke. Yes, spoke.
"We know where you hat is"
Urahara jumped at the squeaky voice.
"Wait, we?"
"Yes, we."
Urahara stared then an amused smile curved on his lips. Of course, how could he forget.
"Doblins..." he muttered.