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The idea for this was inspired by Chapter 3 of Gratitude, by VermilionGoddess

Affection

Despite the fact that they would never admit to it under pain of death, the Vizards knew that their inner Hollows viewed Urahara Kisuke, the man that both saved and ruined them, as their creator. Despite the fact that Aizen (the rotten bastard) caused their Hollowification, their creation, Urahara was their master. The guilt-stricken and desperate scientist had kept them alive as they grasped blindly at the strands of sanity, and when the now-Vizards looked at Urahara for the first time in their new life, they felt the Hollows within them let out dark, contented purrs.Father, they whispered, Master. Creator… Mine.

Even now, one hundred years later, it wasn't uncommon for Urahara to visit the Vizards, and the exiled shinigami were always happy to see him, hit him, and simply know he's still alive. What they didn't know, was that when he spent the night (the declaration that he was doing so often being accompanied with groans and a rather loud "HELL NO!" from Hiyori), the Vizards' inner hollows came out and welcomed their master their own way – with cat like nuzzling and purring and whispering of how they missed him in their chilling distorted voices. And each time they did this, Urahara always pet them and cooed and whispered to them how he was glad they were okay, how happy he was that they were treating their humans, his friends (Mine, they would whisper as the last part left his lips) so well.

They were so fond of their creator, curling around him with contented sighs as they got ready to sleep. They would never be so affectionate with anyone other than Urahara, and Urahara, despite the guilt he feels weigh him down even to this day, had to admit that he felt some affection over his creations.

I know it was short, but please consider reviewing. It can be seen as a oneshot, but I may add chapters later.

Ja ne!