Omake

Description: In which Miyu makes a new friend, and Kisuke swears his daughter is going to give him a heart attack one day.

Word Count: 695

The tension in the air could be cut with a zanpakuto.

Kisuke stood stiffly before the Captain-Commander, Miyu cradled at his waist, out of her gigai, leaving her mask fragment open for all to see, and surround his fellow exiles, plus one Kurosaki Ichigo.

Old Man Yamamoto had not changed in the 100 years they'd been gone, still as an imposing figure as always, despite being covered in bandaged as a result of their war against Aizen. The Captains were also in varying states of injury, and the empty spaces were shockingly noticeable.

"Urahara Kisuke," Yamamoto rumbled, rapping his staff on the wooden floor sharply to silence the room. "Who is the Arrancar child?"

Kisuke stiffened, and he could feel those around him do the same. His smile was nonexistent, his hat missing, still in the room in Fourth he had been occupying, leaving his stormy grey eyes unshadowed.

Miyu, sensing the tension, squirmed in his arms, tightening her grip on Kisuke's green haori.

"She's my daughter."." Kisuke stated in a coldly polite voice, eyes dark with unvoiced threats.

"She's a Hollow!" Soi-Fon objected, "An Arrancar! They were on Aizen's side!"

"And Aizen was a Shinigami." Kisuke retorted, "By your logic, all Shinigami should be condemned for the actions of one."

"Besides, she fought on our side." Ichigo spoke up, shifting do he placed himself in front of Miyu and, by extension, Kisuke. "The kid almost died fighting in your war."

Kisuke's shoulders stiffened at the reminder.

"I was never on Aizen's side, if that's what your worried about." Miyu suddenly spoke up, squirming in Kisuke's arms until her father let her down. The moment her bare feet touch the wooden floor, the small Arrancar trotted forward until she stood in front of the mismatched group before dipping down into a 90 degree bow. "He came to me- tried to recruit me. He wasn't very happy when I said no." Her expression suddenly became one of childish joy, a great contrast of her previous solemn visage. "I've been lonely for a long time, but Tochan took me in! He said I don't have'ta be lonely anymore!" She bounced a little on her feet, grinning brightly. "I love my Tochan a lot!" Her smile suddenly darkened into something almost threatening, and Kisuke wondered if anyone was getting headaches from her sudden mood/personality-swings. "Kill me, if that's what you want. I won't stop you. However, if you even make a motion towards my family and friends, I'm afraid we'll find ourselves at an impasse."

Yamamoto looked down his nose at the tiny child standing before him, "Are you threatening me, young'un?"

"Oh, no!" Miyu chirped, clapping her hands together innocently. "I'm promising you. And I never break my promise."

"What makes you think I will allow you to go through with your promise?" Yamamoto rumbled, raising to his feet.

Kisuke stiffened, and felt Shinji grab his elbow to stop him from lunging forward and making the situation any worse than it already was.

It would seem there was no need, because Yamamoto released a deep chuckle of deep amusement, "Such a brave child. Well, what is your name, young'un?"

Miyu grinned brightly and dipped into another respectful bow, "My name's Urahara Miyu! It's nice to meetcha!"

Yamamoto rapped his cane on the floor once more, "Well, then. Urahara Miyu, you have no need to worry. We will not harm you, nor your family and friends."

Kisuke the breath he had not been aware he had been holding, gripping his chest.

His little girl was going to give him a heart attack one day.

Well, I had no intention of doing anything more for this random plot bunny, but here I am again. I really need to stop being such a push-over...

Here's an Omake for your amusement, including the Shinigami.

Hope you enjoyed it, and please excuse any spelling mistakes you might see. I wrote this in marketing class and didn't really get the chance to look up the proper spelling.

~Uzu