Author's Note: Hello, everyone! This is my first Blach Fan Fic. It takes place two hundred years after the current story line, and focuses mainly around some OCs of mine, though many canon characters will have important parts. Apologies to all who prefer the original Japanese term for the Soul Society's soldiers, but I prefer the term Soul Reaper because it sounds cooler to me. If there is anything wrong with my Japanese for my Zanpakuto names, please feel free to correct me. Read and review please, especially if you also Favorite. It kinda bugs me when people favorite without reviewing. Thanks in advance.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or anything associated with Bleach, except for the Graphic Novels. Bleach is owned by Tite Kubo-sama.

Bleach: Time Capsule War

Chapter 1: Probation

The soul reaper took one last leap into the air and landed with his usual grace upon the top spire of the Eiffel Tower. Looking out over glowing Parisian landscape, the swordsman reveled in the beauty of it all, and in his own new-found sense of importance. He continued standing like this for several minutes before realizing that something was wrong.

"Why did my teammates' reiatsu just disappear?" he wondered aloud. "Better check on them."

He reached into the folds of his robes, only to find that his soul pager was missing. He swore under his breath at this as he wondered where he could have lost it at. Was it while he was fighting that last Hollow?

Just then the spiritual pressure of several Hollows came to his attention as well. Hollows' reiatsu always spiked whenever they fed...

'Oh, that's just great!' the soul reaper thought irritably, cursing himself for getting so distracted that he had missed the Hollows. 'Captain Hitsugaya is going to be majorly PO'ed.'

Pushing his shunpo abilities to their limits, the soul reaper leapt off the tower and made his way towards the source of the Hollow's spiritual pressure. Within a few short moments, he found himself standing in front of a wide, dingy alley- an alley covered in blood and gore that was invisible to human eyes, and occupied by several large Hollows.

"Damn! How did they get beaten so easily?" the red haired Soul Reaper growled as he drew one of his swords. "Never mind that. It's time to take these Hollows down! Hyah!"

As the Soul Reaper charged in, one of the Hollows- a burly, gorilla-like beast whose palms alone were the size of a car tire- responded in kind and attempted to swat the soldier like a bug. However, the big monster was far too slow, and was quickly dispatched by a combination shunpo-decapitation blow. The next Hollow in line- a creature which resembled a triceratops with a pair of gun barrels growing out of its back- fired a volley of high-speed reishi projectiles.

"Bakudo #39: Enkosen!" the Soul Reaper commanded, summoning a small shield to block most of the Hollow's blasts before Flash Stepping behind it. A swift stab to the back of the head ended this battle as well.

Now enraged, the remaining two Hollows- one with monkey-like and the other squirrel-like- leapt at their foe. However, the soul reaper simply dashed forward and cut these two down with barely any effort.

"Hah, that was easy," the soul reaper laughed as he sheathed his zanpakuto and leaned against the wall. "No challenge what-so-ever!"

Just then, four clawed fingers ghosted through the wall and impaled themselves through the soul reaper's body.

Screaming in pain and surprise, the soul reaper looked down weakly and stared at the claws covered in his blood and organs; one through his upper torso, one through his mid-torso, one through his stomach, and one through his abdomen. The sight of it nearly caused him to pass out, but the appearance of his attacker's skull-like mask and tooth-filled maw passing through the section of wall to his right caused him not to do so. As the Hollow let loose a roar and moved in to devour its prey, the soul reaper had only just enough time to curse himself for being so careless before his whole world turned black.

Suddenly, that blackness was replaced by a blinding light, and then faded away to reveal the light-blue and grey coloration of the mission simulation room. Collapsing to the metallic floor, the soul reaper remained motionless for several minutes- with the exception of heavy panting- while his mind tried to recover from the shock of his simulated death. Once he was well-enough to do so, the soul reaper began to pull himself shakily to his feet. To his relief, his five teammates were also rising, though their faces were- like his- still plastered over with the fear and mental-pain caused by the hologram's realism.

"What the hell was that, Insei!?" an angry voice bellowed over the PA.

Looking up, the group of soul reapers could see their red-faced captain and his lieutenant staring down at them from the glass-sealed observation and control deck twenty feet above them.

"Yeah, I know. Sorry. I let my guard down," the red haired soul reaper- Yamato Insei- apologized calmly. At this, his team mates turned and gave him death glares.

"That's not what I'm talking about, you block head!" Toshiro Hitsugaya barked over the intercom. "I mean that part where you shot out way ahead of your team, lost your soul pager so that your team couldn't contact you while toying around with that first Hollow, then posing on the Eiffel Tower like some kind of superhero while paying no attention to your team's reiatsu, or that of the other simulated Hollows, thus allowing your team to get slaughtered!"

"Well, it's not my fault if you guys can't keep up," the one called Insei said simply to his still-glaring teammates.

Yamato Insei was a young man in his upper one hundreds, with middle length, spiky red hair, and blue eyes. He was of average height, light skinned, and wore the standard soul reaper uniform. Two zanpakuto were tucked into his hakama-himo (belt) side-by-side, both with a red hilt and circular-guard.

"Not your fault!?" one of the members of Yamato's group complained. "So does that mean that it's OUR fault that we got ambushed and slaughtered by Hollows without you there to help us out?"

"You suck, Insei!"

"You're the commander of our squadron, and you left us behind! Of COURSE it's your fault!"

"What's wrong with you? Are you stupid or something!?"

"What? You think that you're Mr. Important now that you've been moved up from Twelfth Seat? Does that mean that it doesn't matter what happens to the rest of us? Is that you're saying!?"

"I don't see what you guys are getting so worked up for," Yamato replied irritably, "It was just a training mission."

"A training mission should be treated just like a real one!" Hitsugaya growled, "That's why it's made to be so realistic. That's why we have simulated Hollows based off of real ones. The only difference is that if you were to do what you just did on a real mission, then you might as well not come back, because otherwise you'd be punished so severally that spending a day with a starving Menos Grande would seem pleasant by comparison!"

"Oh, Captain, go easy on him," Lieutenant Rangiku Matsumoto's voice was heard over the intercom.

"Don't defend him Matsumoto," the silver haired captain snapped. "You've seen it too."

"Seen what?" the large bosomed lieutenant and the red haired soldier demanded simultaneously.

"Ever since you were promoted to Fourth Seat of Squad Ten," Hitsugaya explained irritably, "You've become arrogant, insubordinate, mouthy, started looking down on subordinates, and just been an overall thorn in my side, and in everyone else's in this squad as well!"

Yamato's five teammates nodded in unison, much to the former's great annoyance.

"Well, I don't think he's been quite that bad," Rangiku replied nonchalantly. Then in a voice that broadcasted to everyone that she had a sly grin on her face, she said, "Well, maybe he has been bad, but not in the way you've been talking about, Captain. In fact, he's been downright naughty!"

"WHAT!? YAMATO!! RANGIKU!!"

'Uh-oh,' Yamato thought as his face began to turn red, 'The Captain's using given names. Not good.'

Upon glancing at his team's faces- looks of extreme envy from the three men and disapproving glares from the two women- his face grew even more red. Never again would he accept an invitation to go out for sake with Rangiku, he vowed. Turning back around, Yamato suddenly found himself face-to-face with his teenaged captain- causing him to jump back several feet.

"Your behavior of late has been absolutely atrocious, Insei," the Captain said in a deadly serious voice, "And you have brought great dishonor upon both your rank, your squad, me, and the entire Gotei Thirteen. However, you were a good soldier before all of this nonsense started. That is why I had you promoted in the first place. It is also why, rather than stripping you of your status as an unseated officer here and now, I am putting you on probation until further notice. Now return to your barracks, Insei, and watch what you say and do from now on; or I'll have no choice but to demote you to the lowest ranks of this division."

Without another word, the Captain turned on his heel and stormed out through the training room door. He was soon followed by the other members of Yamato Insei's team, who filed out one after another without speaking to or even looking at their disgraced commander.

Looking up at the observation deck, Yamato saw Rangiku shake her head sadly, then turn and leave as well.

"Damn it!" Insei screamed. "Damn, damn, damn, DAMN!"

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"You got probation!?"

"Yes, Akira."

"Wow! I'd never guess that YOU'D wind up getting probation!"

"Yes, Akira!"

"I mean- wow! Back at the academy, you were about the only one who never got in trouble. It's hard to imagine that YOU, of all people, would wind up getting probation!"

"Akira, I'm warning you, if you say probation one more time, and I swear you'll be wearing your stomach for a hat!"

An entire thirty seconds passed in absolute silence.

"Probation, probation, probation, probation!"

"DIE!!"

Probation, although far from the worst punishment in the Soul Society's military, was a most unpleasant punishment, nevertheless. In short, any seated officer- from twentieth seat to captain- who behaves dishonorably can be put on a two month probation period in which said officer is disallowed any and all privileges, including such things as leave to the world of the living, living world patrols, wandering around the Seireitei, training, or visiting friends in the 4th Squad infirmary. Even visits to someone on their deathbed are not allowed. Basically, all that could be done while on probation was one's office and do paperwork, which often mysteriously increased to far more than usual. Finally, a soul reaper on probation could not even be recommended for promotion, squad transference, on anything else of the kind. After the end of the probation period, the accused are then required to go through with the Captain-General. If no further infractions have been committed, then the accused has all privileges restored, and is allowed to go on with life. If any more misdeeds have been done, however, then the accused would be stripped of their rank and be unable to be promoted again for fifty years, and even then only one rank at a time- so long as they were not a captain, lieutenant, or third seat, however. If one was one of the top three officers in their squad, however, then they would have their soul reaper abilities sealed away, their zanpakuto confiscated, and be banished from the Seireitei. Fortunately, no first, second, or third seat officer had ever been put on probation- although Rangiku had come close several times.

Upon completing his beating-up of his friend, Yamato plopped himself down onto the roof of the Squad Ten Barracks, and began to pout.

"Oh, don't be like that!" his friend said upon seeing what the other was doing, "Cheer up! It's just two months."

"That's easy for you to say, Akira," Yamato snapped.

Akirga Togashi was a young man with long, black hair, sharp brown eyes, and a pronounced chin. He was a bit taller than Yamato, light skinned, and wore his kosode- the black outer part of his robe- with the entire right half missing. His zanpakuto- a nodachi with a cross-shaped guard and a light blue hilt- was tucked into his belt, which also had a small silver cross strung with a silver chain dangling from it. He was the same age as Yamato, and had been good friends with him all throughout their days at the Soul Reaper Academy.

"Ah, well. Could be worse," Akira commented casually as he sat back on the roof.

"How?"

"You could be Squad Nine's newest sixth seat, and constantly being pushed around by those jerks who call themselves the fourth and fifth seat of my squad."

"Meh," Yamato shrugged, "As if that's any worse than my problem. They'll be asking how high you want them to jump within the year, and you know it."

"That's not the point," Akira replied while poking his friend in the side, "The point is that this is just a temporary thing, and not something you need to worry too much about. All you need to do is get an attitude adjustment, stay away from the sake and anyone with breasts bigger than a B-cup- and especially girls with a size G- and you'll be off the hook in no time!"

Yamato sat silently for a moment to take this information in. Then he asked, "Do I really need that much of an attitude adjustment?"

"Oh, yeah!" Akira nodded, "You've been struttin' around like you'd just been made Soul King ever since you got that promotion; and frankly, me and the others have been wantin' to smack you upside the head for the last three weeks. Yoshi was even plotting to de-pants you the next time we're out in a large crowd, but maybe now she won't, but I wouldn't count on it. Keep your guard up, my friend."

"She's been wanting to do WHAT!?"

"Don't worry, I'll try to talk her out of it," Akira tried to reassure. "And if I'm not convinced, I'll ask Keigo or Mizuho of Squad Eleven to do it. Or failing that, have them ask Third Seat Madarame to do it. If anyone can stop her, he can."

"I'm real sorry, Akira," Yamato said, now looking quite downtrodden. "I've been such a jerk. I guess The jump from academy cadet, to twelfth seat, to fourth seat all within the last year and a half really gave me a swelled head. I've been such a jerk, lately."

"Hey, no problem, man!" the other replied. "Stuff happens. All that matters is that you recognized it, and are going to do better next time, right?"

"Right," Yamato nodded with a slight smile. Then a confused look crossed the fourth seat's face as one of Akira's earlier statements crossed his mind and he asked, "What did you mean earlier about staying away from sake and G-cup girls? Are you implying something?"

"Huh? What? Me? No! No! No!" Akira yelped, suddenly looking quite panicked. "I don't know what you're talking about! You must have misheard what I had really said!"

"Hmm...," Yamato pondered suspiciously. Then, seemingly changing the subject, he asked, "Did you hear about me and Lieutenant Isane Kotetsu last week at my promotion party? Man! What a night!"

"Isane!? What are you talking about man!? Were you so insanely drunk that you don't even know that it was Rangiku who you- whoops!"

"A-ha!" Yamato yelled triumphantly. "So you DID know that it was Rangiku who 'wandered' into my room after I'd went to bed! And the room that we had the party in was nowhere near where my room was, so nobody could have suspected that that was where she was going unless they were there when they went inside, and THAT means that YOU were probably the one who put that idea into her head in the first place!!"

"I-I-I don't know what you're talking about!"

"AKIRA!" Yamato yelled, putting his friend into a deadly headlock.

"Okay, okay! I'm sorry!" the other choked out, "But I'd had a bit too much myself, and I thought it would be funny if I suggested that she 'make your party memorable,' so to speak. I didn't think that she'd actually do it!"

"I'm gonna kill you till yer dead, then kill ya some MORE! THEN I'll feed you to a Hollow, then I'll..."

"Hey, hot-stuff!" Rangiku Matsumoto greeted as she Flash Stepped onto the roof.

"Hello Rangiku...," Yamato half groaned, turning away from the top-heavy strawberry blond as his face turned red again.

Meanwhile, Akira's face began to turn blue.

"I've got something for you!" Squad Ten's lieutenant said with an innocent face and a sing-song voice.

"Lieutenant Matsumoto, please! I'm in enough trouble as it is!"

Akira began vainly gasping for breath.

"Oh, come now! Don't be so formal! And it's not what you think. I'm just trying to make up for the trouble Akira and I got you into by giving you a bit of a small reprieve from your probation."

"How?"

"I thought that I might send you on a little errand to the Rukongai to pick up something for me. In between leaving here and getting back, you can go do something that doesn't involve doing paper work or hanging around bored out of your mind in the barracks- oh, wait, those are the same thing."

"Won't I get in trouble for that?" Yamato asked.

"No, of course not!" Rangiku nearly sang, "I checked the regulation book VERRY clearly. You can only leave the Seireitei if you are sent out by a superior officer of at least lieutenant rank if it is something very important, so long as you don't go to the World of the Living. Rukongai isn't in the World of the Living, but it's not in the Seireitei, so it's perfectly legal!"

Yamato thought about this for a moment, then released Akira from his headlock. The latter immediately collapsed, and nearly slid off of the roof.

"What KIND of errand is this?" Yamato asked suspiciously.

"A VERY important one!" Rangiku replied with a conspiratorial wink. "SUPER top-secret. VERY hush-hush."

Yamato sighed.

"Fine," he said, "But if I get in trouble for this, you have to take the blame."

"Cross my heart!" the red/blond woman said with an innocent smile. Then she held out a piece of paper.

"What's this?" Yamato asked, taking the paper.

"It's the address that you need to go to," Rangiku replied.

Yamato groaned at what was written there:

Jay's Fine Lingerie and Swimwear

23742 Black Bird Street

Sector 9, East Rukongai

"Better hurry!" Rangiku sang, "It's VE-ERRY important!"

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"Damn damn, damn, damn, DAMN!" Yamato muttered to himself as he passed through the arch that led into East Rukongai's ninth district. "How do I get myself INTO these messes!?"

It didn't take long for him to find Jay's Fine Lingerie and Swimwear. It was a rather large building, painted in bright, gaudy colors, and covered with posters depicting buxom young women modeling the store's products.

"Oh, brother," Yamato sighed as he forced himself to enter the store, "Note to self: Never let Rangiku talk you into doing anything ever again. Or better yet, don't ever listen when she talks to you again."

"Ah! A Soul Reaper!" the man behind the counter declared upon seeing Yamato. "How can I be of service today?"

The cashier, the Jay of Jay's Fine Lingerie, Yamato assumed, was a short man with a round belly, a large black mustache, a balding head, and gray robes made from some kind of fine, silk-like material. He also had beady black eyes, and a look about him that suggested that he spent far too much time in the company of scantily clad females.

"I'm here for a, ahem, package for a Miss Rangiku Matsumoto of the Court Guard's Thirteenth Squadron," Yamato replied, fidgeting uncomfortably.

"Ah! Yes! It's here!" the man with the large mustache declared enthusiastically. Then he winked and nudged Yamato several times. "Yes, Ms. Matsumoto will greatly enjoy these; as I'm sure you will my friend, if she sent you for the reason I think she did. Am I right? Huh? Huh? Am I right? Ah, she's a luscious woman, that one!"

"Just get me the package!" Yamato growled irritably, wondering how much trouble he would get in if he blasted the little man away with a Shakkaho. All of a sudden, Yamato's senses were overwhelmed by a massive spiritual pressure the likes of which he had never felt before.

"Wh-what IS this!?" Yamato gasped, falling to the ground.

"What's what?" Jay- who was unable to sense reiatsu- questioned. "Are you feeling alright, sir?"

Then, without warning, the strange spiritual pressure grew and became more concentrated; so much so that even Jay could feel it. This was followed immediately by what felt like a large earthquake.

"What's happening? Oh, my! What's happening!" Jay cried.

"I- I don't-" Yamato began, but was interrupted as a great blast of spiritual energy tore through the building and the entire surrounding area, filling all with a bright white light.

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---Department of Research and Development---

---Three minutes earlier---

"Captain! We've got a situation here!" Rin Tsubokura yelled frantically as he stared at his monitor's screen.

"What is it?" Captain Mayurai Kurotsuchi demanded as stomped towards his subordinate's terminal, his lieutenant and creation/daughter Nemu Kurotsuchi following obediently behind. He had been in and out of meetings for most of the morning, thus being unable to complete his latest research on soul modification, which made him to be rather grumpy just then.

"Sir, some kind of spiritual anomaly has just formed in the Dangai, and is trying to force its way into the Soul Society!"

"An anomaly?" Kurotsuchi asked, suddenly intrigued. The grotesque Captain took a spot behind his subordinate's shoulder and stared hard. "Hmm, how very interesting."

"What is it, sir?" Rin's fellow scientists, Akon and Hiyosu, asked as they left their posts to take a look.

"I'm not sure," Kurotsuchi said, half to himself. Then angrily he demanded of Rin, "Worm! Why wasn't I informed of this sooner!?"

"I-it just now appeared! Out of nowhere!"

"Just now? Impossible! No mass of spiritual energy that great could just form out of nowhere!"

"Well, it did...Sir."

"Where's it breaking through at?" Mayuri asked, even as he searched the screen for the readings.

"East Rukon District, Ninth District."

"Nemu! Akon!" Kurotsuchi barked, "Get your lazy butts down to East Rukongai immediately! I'm going to observe how things are going here, and I need someone with at least half a brain to be there when it breaks through to give me a proper report."

"Yes, sir," Nemu and the horned Akon nodded obediently, then took off to fulfill their assigned tasks.

"Yes, this is going to be very interesting...," the clown-like scientist mused to himself as he watched the screen. It was then that he noticed that something else was now heading towards East Rukon, something which had just come out of Hueco Mundo. Something with a very strange- though somewhat recognizable- reiatsu signature. Something which seemed to be following the mysterious, dangai-formed mass of energy.

Then, without warning, the screen was engulfed in a blizzard of multi-colored static.

"Fool! What did you do!?"

"I d-didn't do anything , sir!" Rin whimpered, "It's like something's messing with our sensors.

"Hmm, interesting timing," Kurotsuchi mused to himself, suddenly thoughtful.

"Sir?"

"All in good time Tsubokura," Kurotsuchi said with a smile that caused Rin to almost wet himself with fright, "All in good time."

To Be Continued...

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Preview:

Yamato- Gaah! Stupid author! Now everyone's first impression of me is that I'm some womanizing a-hole! That's not really me, everybody! I swear! I was WAY out of character in the first part.

Akira- You were out of character in the first chapter? Isn't that kind of...I don't know...odd?

Yamato- It's the author's fault, not mine!

Rangiku- Hey, hottie! *hick* Wanna do, ya know, that again? *hic*

Yamato- NO! Stay away from me! I'm not into that kind of stuff anyway!

Rangiku- What are ya, gay?

Yamato- No!

Toshiro- Shut up you idiots, and do the preview!

Ichigo- But Toshiro, we're out of time.

Toshiro- Don't call me Tosh-

*Black out*

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Omake:

"Hey! Rangiku!" Akira shouted loudly, stumbling through the assembled group of friends and colleagues at Yamato Insei's 4th Seat Promotion Party. "Come over here! I gots an idea!"

"What is it?" the Tenth Squad lieutenant hiccupped, her face flushed red and her fifteenth cup of sake clutched in her hands.

"I gots a great idea!" Akira slurred, "A great way to prank 'Mato!"

"Ooh! Let's hear it!"

"You're hot, right?"

"You know I am."

"Exactly. An' 'Mato needs to learn to learn to loosen up 'round hot girls!"

"And he needs to learn to hold his liqueur!" Rangiku snickered, "He only had five cups, then went to bed!"

"Right! So what you're going to do is take a half-empty bottle of sake, a bunch of cups, and go into his room and sleep in there."

"Huh? You want me to...,"

"Nuh, nuh," Akira grunted as he downed another cup, unable to properly pronounce no. "Y'see, I wnt ye to go n' make it luk like ya got 'im REAL drunk, n' tink he did do that wit ya. It'll be hilarious! Trust me, da face on his face, I mean da luk on iz face 'll be priceless!"

Rangiku laughed loudly and drunkenly at this idea, her alcohol soaked brain making it seem to be a much better idea than it actually was.

"Dat's a great idea, Togashi! I'll go do it righ' now!"

"Awsum!" Akira laughed. Then his face grew pale and he said, "Now if'n yul escuze me, I need ta- ta..."

Akira turned and ran, but he didn't get very far. One loud retching sound and a loud, wet plop later, and the Ninth Squad's 6th seat had heaved his guts all over a female Soul Reaper who had been in his class at the Soul Reaper Academy. The unfortunate young man was soon sent flying across the room from a powerful roundhouse kick to the head, causing Rangiku and nearly everyone else to begin laughing raucously.

"Amateur!" the busty lieutenant declared as she downed her sixteenth cup of sake.