Sorry for the ones to which I said this chapter would come out the 5th, I just hadn't had the time to type it in one evening...

There are some things I had a little trouble translating, like "tutoiement", which is a concept that just does not even exist in English! And also the words for shop, which in French are more numerous, so I just hope there isn't the word "shop" too much...

I remind you the story is not mine but Aurore Heart's, so just keep in mind the French version of the story is a few chapters ahead of this one.

Like the author, I should be posting once a month, so the next chapter should be up on June the 7th, but I say "should" because it happens sometimes that I don't have internet, though I normally won't have that problem until the summer holidays... (later note: I never kept up with this)

Anyway, I had a lot of fun translating this, so enjoy your reading!

Lisbeth had her head resting against the window, her grey eyes wandering over the dull landscape without really contemplating it. Her thoughts constantly returned to this father she didn't know. Why hadn't her mother told her about him before? Maybe because she hoped her daughter would never have the need, or the wish, to know him. A tear ran down her cheek. She missed her mother terribly. All this because she been hit by a drunk driver's car. She dried the water droplet with her sleeve, when the crackling voice of the speaker announced the train was about to enter the Karakura railway station. The teenager stood up, and her strand of brown hair fell between her two eyes. How she hated this strand. But she couldn't resign herself to cut it. Her friend Haruka had told her one day that this strand of hair gave her a mysterious look and that she found it pretty, it was maybe because of that, who knows. She slipped on her blue coat that she had left on the seat and grabbed her two suitcases before going to the door. She wondered if her father had come to fetch her. Maybe he didn't care about her, maybe she was nothing but a thorn in his side that he would hurry to get rid of at the first opportunity. Maybe she had step-brothers or sisters... So many unanswered questions. Haruka would of slapped her head, ordering her to stop thinking until her head ached, but she couldn't help it, it was part of her nature. The train slowed down, then stopped, and the doors opened. Lisbeth picked up her suitcases one by one to lower them onto the platform, then followed herself. She scrutinized the crowd, hoping to reconize someone, when a young woman with dark skin and purple hair came up to her.

"Excuse me, would you be Urahara Lisbeth by any chance?"

The girl hesitated a moment before nodding, indeed, now that she was under her father's responsability she bore his name... The young woman introduced herself as Shihôin Yoruichi, a friend of her father's. She added, with a disdainful look that made the teenager smile, though she was still ticked off by the familiar way she addressed her:

"The news of your arrival disturbed that idiot so much he forgot to come fetch you, I had to do it instead."

The dark-skinned woman took with authority one of her suitcases before asking her to follow. Lisbeth took the other luggage and walked behind the young woman, a little intrigued, and ended up asking timidly:

"Are you uh... my father's girlfriend?"

Her nosed bumped into the brunette's back, who had brutally stopped at her question. She tended to her nose while waiting for the answer. Yoruichi burst out laughing before assuring her they were just childhood friends. That half reassured Lisbeth.

Outside, Yoruichi called a taxi and helped the girl put her luggage in the trunk before they climbed in.

During the entire trip a heavy silence reigned. The Soul Reaper did try asking questions, but after the teenager's only intervention, she only answered in monosyllables. In any case, the brunette had no more doubts about Kisuke being her father. Lisbeth had the same grey eyes as him, and a stand of brown hair fell between the two, just like her father. She must have gotten her hair from her mother though, for they were a reddish dark brown, and the girl had dyed some streaks bright red, which stood out a bit among the hair that flowed down to the middle of her back. She wondered what her personality might be like, but Lisbeth gave her the impression of being more serious than her father. She probably also liked being punctual, since on her right wrist was a pretty simple watch with a very worn band. The taxi dropped them off at the corner of the street, and after retrieving the girl's luggage, she gestured for her to follow.

Lisbeth dreaded this encounter. Her fingers, holding tightly onto the handle of her suitcase, shook slightly, and she wished she could shrink and hide in a hole to escape this meeting. Her father's friend led her to the front of a small shop, where the façade read "Urahara Shop". So her father held a shop. The building seemed pretty ancient, he might have inherited this shop from his predecessor. She stayed in front during an instant when rising voices were heard.

"Jinta! Help Ururu clean the shop!"

"But Tessai..."

"No buts! Go make yourself useful!"

A young red-haired boy came out gumbeling from the shop, and stopped upon seeing her.

"Who the hell are you?"

Yoruichi hit him on the head.

"Talk politely to people, Jinta! Especially since she's Urahara's daughter, a bit of respect! Oh by the way go tell him."

The kid didn't need to be told twice, and ran inside.

Lisbeth followed him with interest, and peered interrogatively at the shelves and displays, until Yoruichi pulled her to the back shop. But the teenager had gotten enough time to read one word. "Hollow". Maybe it was only her imagination, but she had already heard this word, in circumstances she would of prefered to forget. Her instincts warned her, especially when she started trying to distinguish the presences of the people in the house. It was something she had learned to do instinctively, and what she felt was far from helping her feel secure. She counted three unknown "presences" in addition to Jinta and Yoruichi. And two of them seemed very powerful to her. Where in the world had she ended up... She was walking behind Jinta when he opened a sliding door, calling out:

"Boss! Your daughter has arrived!"

"There's no need for you to shout Jinta, I am not deaf. What are you waiting for to let her in?"

The red turned around and gestured for her to come in. She walked forward into the room, and her eyes crossed others identical to hers. Her father. She scrutinized him, and her first thought was:

'Hell, who is this guy?'