The woman ran faster than she had ever run before. Her breath pounded in her lungs as she clutched the infant to her chest. Her feet pounded on the pavement as she made a quick left turn onto a major road, the street practically empty. Street lights came and went, but the woman never stopped running. Left, right, another left. The darkness of the night that shrouded her and her baby was only illuminated by the ringed moon that hung in the air, mocking her and her attempts to save the innocent life in her arms. No stars were out tonight to guide the way, just the taunting moon in the sky. Not pausing for a moment, she ran into the graveyard where she had planned earlier to meet the infant's godmother, her only hope. She spotted the woman from a distance, though her purple hair and dark skin was hard to call out in the night. She ran faster, calling out to the baby's hopeful savior.

"Yoruichi-san!" The woman's worried yellow eyes quickly shaped into shock at the sight of the mother running up to her. She ran up to the woman, meeting her halfway. Placing her hands on the woman's shoulders, she tried to calm her. "Please!" The woman begged, thrusting the infant out to the woman, "Please, take her! You're her only hope, we wouldn't trust her to anyone else!" Yoruichi's eyes grew the slightest bit wider before understanding entered them, then dismay.

"Where's Jibade? Where's Khai?" Yoruichi tried to stay calm for the woman, but calling out her husband's name didn't do any good.

"Fighting for our life! Her life!" She shrugged the baby, motioning to it. "Now please! You helped Khai stay out of suspicion! Please, can't you do the same for her?" Yoruichi gulped, Khai was a near full grown man when she took him in, not an infant. But as she gazed down on the baby' sleeping face, she couldn't help but feel a connection to it. She sighed, and the woman's eyes instantly perked with the happiness of knowing her baby would be safe.

"What's her name?" Yoruichi asked as she grabbed the baby softly and tucked it into her arms. The woman exhaled with relief.

"Shemei, all of her belongings and the important ones of ours are at the shrine, basement level. She must not know of her heritage, for if she does, others surely will to." The woman sniffled as she leaned down to kiss the top of her baby's head one last time, a tear dropping softly onto the infant's cheek. As the woman turned around to run back to her husband's aid, Yoruichi grabbed the woman's arm.

"Will you be back for her, Misa-chan?" The woman glanced down and softly shook her head no. Unable to resist, she grabbed Yoruichi into a hug, then darted off, never to see her child again. Yoruichi's eyes saddened as she looked down at the infant. Dark brown hair, almost black, matched with the tan skin that made her appear Arabian. She would tell the infant as she got older that her parents were archaeologists, and all that was hers were her parent's finds. That would be a good cover story. Though she knew she couldn't carry the child around with her, not to all the places she went, she did know someone who could look after the infant. Using shunpo to get to the Urahara Shoten, she entered without knocking, knowing that the owner of the shop already knew she was there. Heading to the back with the baby in hand, she slid the door to the dining room open. Sitting down across the table from the blonde man with a white and green stripped hat, she saw that his eyes went directly to the baby in shock.

"Is that who I think it is?" His voice was weary, it wasn't everyday his best friend entered with a baby in hand.

"Heir to the exterminated fifth noble house, Jibade Shemei." His lips pulled into a slight frown at Yoruichi's simple, yet informative statement.

"Exterminated? So Khai is…" He faded off at Yoruichi's sad nod. "And Misa?" She sighed, the gesture alone meant that the mother's fate was soon to be the same. Both Urahara's and Yoruichi's face looked resigned. "How old is it?"

Yoruichi leaned over the table and handed the baby to him, to let her get a feel for him. "A week less than a year. Seems like her first birthday will be with us." Urahara examined the baby, it was small, to be expected of a year old infant.

"Us? So you'll be staying for awhile." The statement was more of a question. The baby was starting to wake, so he slowly started rocking it as he had seen Misa do so many times.

"That, too." Her simple response shocked him a bit. He turned his eyes toward her, hesitance showing.

"Yoruichi, I don't think we can handle a baby. Does Misa have no relatives?" Yoruichi sent him a shockingly spiteful glare.

"Kisuke, I hardly doubt any of those people would be suited for a child. And I can't take her with me; she'll have to stay here." Her gaze softened as she looked to the gold bundle. "I'll visit, and besides, as her godmother, I promised to take care of her should anything happen." Urahara sighed in defeat.

"Even though I hardly think passing her off to me is taking care of her, I'll do my best." His eyes widened as he looked into the now open eyes of the baby. "She really does look like her father." Yoruichi nodded as the baby was passed back to her, uncrying hazel brown eyes stared up at her. The only tears on her face were those of her mother, which had still yet to dry. The beautiful brown blots were filled with curiosity, and as the huge hazel eyes caught Yoruichi's gaze, they seemed to find what they were looking for. They shut, and the baby cuddled into Yoruichi's chest, slowly falling back asleep. Urahara laughed softly at the baby's calm nature.

"She's going to look like her aunt." Catching Urahara's curious gaze, she elaborated, laughing softly. "Father's side." Urahara nodded, and watched the baby fade back into the safety of her dream world.