Kisuke Urahara was in his lab working on a new invention, the portable gigai when he froze.

Nothing so short and sweet like overkill.

He shook his head a few times to get the thought out of his head, or at least so that it wasn't the only thing he could think about.

He had been getting those thoughts, prophecies in a sense, since he was a child. They tended to interrupt what ever he was doing. He saw it as a curse until one of them lead him his good friend Yoruichi. He could still remember it actually. A flash of purple, cookies, a baguette. When he was younger predictions tended to show up as a bizarre jumble of images, sounds, smells, and compulsions, now it was usually a statement that was usually vague, eerily specific, or a combination of the two.

He still laughed at Yoruichi's reaction when they met all those centuries ago. She looked like she had seen a ghost.

"HEY!" Shouted a small purple haired girl as swatted at the darkness, trying to hit who ever had the nerve to strike her. It was her birthday and she wanted those cookies. "WHO ARE YOU AND HOW DARE YOU STRIKE YORUICHI SHI- mph!" She gagged as something was shoved into her mouth.

"Shhh!" He hissed. "You'll wake up everyone!" Then he struck her again with his baguette. "Besides. You're not supposed to be here!" He was a little annoyed. The kitchen staff and the cleaning staff were the only people who knew he lived here and they were sworn to secrecy. He was promised that no one would be here on his birthday so that he could enjoy a few moments of freedom before running errands underground again. He liked his secret tunnels but it got stuffy in there.

"It's my birthday. I can go anywhere I want! Besides, I live here." Sniffed the girl.

"Funny. It's my birthday and I live here too." His hair started glowing slightly with irritation; just enough to show that he was there but not enough to reveal what he looked like.

"No you don't! Who are you anyway?! Show your self!" She demanded as she fumbled for a match and lit her candle.

Kisuke only blinked when the girl screeched again as he blew out the candle before she could get a better look at him. Then just to mess with her a little he hit her again with his baguette then went back into his cupboard, and sat inside the tunnel behind it until the girl left.

This would repeat itself each time the kitchen was empty and Yoruichi decided to steal from the cookie jar.

Day after day, year after year.

Until one one day she thought to bring a lantern instead of a candle and the rest was history.

"Another one? I hope its something we can use against Aizen." Called a voice behind him.

"Hah. Yoruichi -san. You caught me by surprise. How was Keiko -san?"

"She's being a loveable scamp and some how managing to impress shinigami, get in trouble and weasel her way back out despite being too scared to leave the second division barracks." She her eyes softened a little as she went on. "She did start picking up some of Soi Fon's habits though. Honestly, it's like cable those two."

"She sounds like you Yoruichi -san. Or at least how you were when we were children." He reached into a compartment in his desk and began writing."

"I was not a brat. I was an insufferably spoiled princess." She shook her head at the old memories and continued. "Who couldn't keep her servant boy on a leash."

"Indeed you were." He ducked under her punch. There was valuable equipment here and it wouldn't do for him to get hit and loose track . "Perhaps I should go with you one day and meet Keiko for my self. She sounds rather interesting."

"Oh I'm sure you two will get on just fine provided she doesn't have a panic attack when you start talking." She sighed heavily. "I mean, I'm pretty sure she actually remembers how she died. She shows signs of it anyway." Yoruichi thought back to those moments where the girl, as if possessed by a hollow, would scream continuously, violently lash at who ever was nearby (Usually herself in cat form) and try to strangle them, or claw at herself until she bled. She had asked around if this sort of thing was normal for children who awoke in the 75th district of rukongai and when she realized it wasn't, she stuck around until the two of them found a way to manage the fits. "She won't talk about it but I can guarantee it wasn't pretty. She wouldn't let me go when I found her and I know she still can't sleep unless she is sharing someone's bed."

Soi Fon was pretty vocal when she was complaining about that though she stopped when Yoruichi told her about those fits and the fact that Keiko wasn't likely to remember them. The two of them had spent an unusual amount of time trying to come up with ways to keep the fits to a minimum.

"That is pretty unusual. I suppose that time you disappeared for two decades was you meeting her then." His thoughts began to pick up as he tried to recall what circumstances would a child end up remembering their death with enough clarity to interfere with their afterlife. "Anything you can tell me? I might be able to make something you can give her."

"Sure, just stick it in the weasel." She tossed a white stuffed weasel with a badly stitched bow tie at him. "And maybe make it look less like a cheap dog toy. Anyways, Keiko gets reoccurring night mares where she's stuck some place dark and someone is screaming in the next room and she herself is being stared at by someone who is standing right in front of a bright light. Oh and the screaming from next door is apparently accompanied by a very polite male voice which is then followed by more screaming." Then she told him about the occasional fits of violence and screaming. It was a good thing Keiko was still small enough that she can't seriously hurt the people around her.

"Well that isn't disturbing at all." Kisuke rubbed his forehead and closed his eyes for a few moments. "It sounds like she was kept next to someone who was being tortured while being watched by an accomplice. I am going to assume that, either the figure watching her was the one who eventually killed her or she was tortured to death as well."

"Yeah I figured. It gives me a bad taste in my mouth every time I think of it." Yoruichi's eyes narrowed as she kept speaking. "She's no normal shinigami either so she's at risk of that happening again. Her reiatsu is like a mix of shinigami and Uryu's. Soi Fon was complaining about her forming Kunai too."

"A dead quincy? That's interesting." Seeing the glare Yoruichi was giving him he decided to change the subject. "So why are you giving her a dog toy? I thought after that horribly gruesome death she would deserve more then that."

"She told me she has an imaginary white weasel for a friend. That was the closest I could find to what she described." Yoruichi scratched the back of her head sheepishly. "I tried sewing some clothes for it, but I'm a seamstress as much as the Fon family are cooks."

"I think you are exaggerating a little Yoruichi -san. There hasn't been a Fon family member that could make edible food in a milenium." He shrugged then added. "Your sewing problem is just you."

He yelped as Yoruichi chopped the top of his head again.

"Anyway, if word gets out I think your old third seat might want a crack at her since she doesn't use arrows very much."

"Well a quincy soul that doesn't use arrows. I'd love to take a look at her myself" Upon noting Yoruichi's glare. "Only if the child lets me of course."

"Uh huh. Damn right." She leaned over him to take a look at his latest prophetic quote. "Keep it short and sweet with over kill? Thats possibly the most specific one yet." She snarked as she rolled her eyes. Then again, Kisuke would probably know if it had to do with Aizen or not. "I hope your planning something like those pranks you pulled on me when you were younger."

"You still remember those?"

"How can I forget? You have, beaten me with a baguette, convinced me that you were imaginary, dug a bunch of tunnels within my old house and jumped me in the middle of the night more then once, spiked my lunch with pepper, and saved my life. Honestly Kisuke, I'm old but not that old." She grinned fiendishly as she continued. "I got even once I started getting combat training though."

"Did you? Because you haven't stopped attacking me since then."

"Thats because you usually deserve it, genius." Yoruichi rolled her eyes again and smacked him. "I'm going somewhere. See ya."

Then she transformed into a cat and casually strolled out of his lab with out so much as another word.

Most people would've found her exit to be rude and offensive.

Kisuke didn't mind though, leaving like that was just a silent promise they they would see each other again no matter how much time had passed.

Besides, he had a portable gigai to work on and a spell to design.

Author's note- I wrote this a while ago but I couldn't figure out a way to work it into the main narrative. Plus its a little clumsily written i think. Still, i think the conversation is something that Yoruichi and Urahara would have. Plus, I wanted to come up with a semiplausible story of how they met.

There you go, information on Urahara's moontribe -ness and his first meeting with Yoruichi, and some minor stuff about Keiko. I did a little research on child psychology, apparently people who are really traumatized and repress stuff like that are the ones most likely to slip into a trance and get violent. Though, if someone has more information on that let me know.

This happens before the previous chapter.

Comments are always welcome. ^_^