Shaking his head and grinning, Urahara spoke to the Doblin.

"Doblins eh?" The doblin gave a malicious grin. "It's been a long time, I see you he has finally mastered you." He said, scratching the back of his head. Of course it felt odd without his hat there but right now, he couldn't think of his hat right now. Something else had got his mind ticking ferouciously. (sp?) Only one person could be behind this now. Apart from himself, there was one other person who knew of the Doblins, for they had walked in on Kisuke when he had near completed the experiment, distracting him long enough to allow them to escape. A sigh escaped Urahara's lips. He regretted creating the Doblins, for now, if he hadn't, his hat would be on his head right now.

The Doblin stared at him with sly eyes, before it hopped away. It was crying out, an odd sound it was, a high pitched roar it seemed to be. Suddenly, from all over, more Doblins hopped into view. Their glowing red eyes carefully watching Urahara's movements. He was now pacing to and fro. This was bad, this was very bad. Who knew what would happen now. The Doblin he had followed earlier came back into view, and a tall figure came behind him. He saw his hat in the figures outstretched hand.

"So, you have found me then, Urahara Kisuke." The voice of the figure said, it was a male's voice, and was too easy for Urahara to recognise.

"Of course, it's my hat, I'm the one who paid for it."

"But it was I who saw it first!" The man exclaimed. Urahara shook his head and swung his cane and rested it across his shoulders.

"Seeing does not make it yours...I bought it didn't I? Besides...you shouldn't have been in the world of the living that time anyway..." Urahara said as the figure came closer and his features could be made out.

"Kuchiki...Byakuya"

****FLASHBACK****

It was just after fleeing the Soul Society, Urahara moved into his new home, sighing at the difficult task that lay before him.

Four weeks past and Urahara was out shopping, he hummed happily to himself. He past one shop window the corner of his eyes catching a green and white striped hat. He stopped and retraced his steps. He smiled. IT certainly was a lovely hat. He knew that it would sit on his head for years to come if he bought it. He entered the shop slowly still humming. He stopped though when he saw the boy who was next in line to be the head of the Kuchiki family. He was also looking at the hat.

"Last one that is, best seller too, you'll be lucky to get it, boy" The merchant was saying, Byakuya was looking dreamily at it. Urahara stared. No way, the last one? He had to buy it...he will buy it. His prayers were answered when Byakuya spoke.

"I'll come back soon and get it." He ran out of the shop. Urahara rubbed his palms together evily. He picked up the hat and went to the counter.

"I'd like to buy this sir." The man nodded, clearly one fo the types to simply sell, even if someone else said they were going to buy. Urahara his grin as he handed over the money. He left the shop, placing the hat on his head as he did so.

"You...you..bastard!" Came an angry voice. Urahara turned to see Byakuya glasring at him.

"Oooh...such language from a noble."

"Shut up! You knew! You knew I was going to buy it!"

"I'm sorry...but I heard nothing." Urahara said slyly. He was certainly the crafty one.

"Mark my words, Kisuke...I will get it...some day." and he was gone. Urahara watched the space where he had disappeared. Sighing he returned home.

**** END FLASHBACK****

"Didn't I tell you...I told you I would get it from you" Byakuya said, his Haori blowing in the light breeze.

"I thought you would ahve let it go by now..." Urahara said quietly, his lips pursed.

"We nobles don't forget or let things go so easily..."

"Oh, not forget? I believe you're forgetting something very important." Urahara said.

"What?" Byakuya said warily. Urahara grinned and disappeared in a blur of movement, he reappeared in front of Byakuya, his cane, which was now released as his zanpakuto pointed to Byakuya's neck.

"I trained with Yoruichi-San...who still to this day, can beat you at a Shunpo match." Byakuya stared, slight shock could be seen in his eyes. Which quickly turned to anger.

"You dare point your sword at me!" He said, standing perfectly still in fear he would be cut.

"You dare steal my hat. That's against the law you know" Urahara commented, a sly grin on his face. He jumped backwards, snatching the hat from Byakuya's grasp as he did so.

"You crafty..." Byakuya began, quickly withdrawing his zanpakuto.

"Not crafty...smart I like to call it"

"Whatever, its crafty in my eyes. I hate crafty," He raised the zanpakuto in front of him, "Scatter...Senbonsakura"

"You dare take it this far." Urahara said, frowning when he realised how serious Byakuya was. He placed the hat on his head and raised his sword in front of him, creating a red shield, stopping Byakuya's attack. This wasn't going to end well.