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My Daughter

Poor Ururu… When the mod-soul escaped she blamed herself, not knowing I was perfectly aware the one Kuchiki-san had been given was the 'defective' product… And I couldn't very well say I had for some time intended for the mod-soul within it to be 'over looked' during the purge, only for him to 'accidentally' escape later-on, for then that would make me liable to Soul Society. Thus she immediately began to blame herself, and reverted back to her old fears…

Now, I'm not a man to be controlled by his emotions. In fact, certain people would probably claim I have no emotions and that all that lies behind my shadowed eyes is an even more mysterious intellect. And to some degree they may even be right. Former shinigami I may be, but I am and always have been first and foremost a scientist. And only a fool would ignore the military advantage given by mod-souls. Perhaps this makes me manipulative…

But I am not cruel.

Created or not, no child should be made to cower in fear by the movement of a hand.

I have few regrets in regard to my leaving Soul Society, but one I do have is the cruel bastard that was brought in to replace me…

So in some ways, it is a two way form of revenge against that man that I should call (even if it's only to myself) the sweet child he created and abused…

My daughter…

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A/N: Hey! Hope you liked it... It's not my best written work, but it's just a thought I've had stuck in my mind... how totally opposite Mayuri and Urahara are in how they deal with their 'daughters'. Both of them are/were 12th Division Captains, but oh so different from each other...like night and day...

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A-Ed