Author's Note: Srs? It doesn't need to be said that I do not own Bleach.
Welcome to my story. About a year ago, my friend and I had a discussion about the Kuchikis. In particular, Hisana and Rukia, and what their story could be. I started writing this, and well, I hope you like it.

Part One - Hisana - Chapter 1

Hawaii 1941

Hisana stood near where the big ships were docked, and looked out over Pearl Harbor to see even more in the island's clear morning sunlight. She had a bad feeling about today. When her mother had sent her out to try to sell more trinkets to the American soldiers, she had dragged her feet all the way to the dock.

Of course, civilians were not welcomed out on the shipyards. That went triple for her; she was not only a child but also a Japanese half-breed, not a welcome sight for a few of the more shortsighted Americans. She could stand outside the docks, though, where the high wooden sidewalks and storefronts offered an ideal place for the naval men to shop for souvenirs.

Hisana smiled up at the men and the few American women who had time to wander down this way. Her shy smiles earned her a few sales. Her mother's intricately died handkerchiefs and crocheted Toyo-paper hats were well made and the men would always exclaim that if she looked so pretty holding them, imagine what their own children or girlfriends would look like.

A woman was examining one of the handkerchief patterns for her brother stuck in England when they both looked up at the unusual sound. People were screaming or pointing at the sky in stunned disbelief if they were not running. Hisana's eyes widened and the wares dropped from nerveless fingers. Japanese Zeroes. She'd been leaning about them from her father, an American who had moved to Hawaii to manage a small pineapple farm. She knew enough from her war machine obsessed father to know that she should run, and quickly.

"Mamie!" Hisana burst into the house, "There are Zeroes, and we need to hide!" Hisana stopped, clutching her side from the run and called out again. Still no answer, and in the silence, she heard little Ruki crying. Hisana cocked her head; her mother never let Rukia cry like that. She stumbled into the room her parents slept in with the baby, and saw Rukia fussing loudly in her bassinette. Hisana reached into the little bed, picking up her tiny sister. Her thin ten year old arms wrapped the girl tightly in her blankets before doing as she'd seen her mother do a hundred times; bouncing Rukia against her shoulder as gently as she could, she murmured, "Shh, baby," she nuzzled Rukia's soft black hair with her cheek, "Where's mamie?"
When she heard the steps behind her, she did not know it was already too late. When she saw the large white man with hate burning in his eyes, she did not know that it was to be her last living sight.

A stubby, yet sharp knife common to the laborers on the plantation flashed. "Die, Jap!"

In the days after the bombing of Pearl Harbor, the soul reapers were working overtime. Division Six's relief group stepped free of the Senkaimon like a spreading oil slick. At its head were its fukutaicho and the newest seated officer, his son.

"Spread out, everyone. Anyone who looks tired goes back to the Seireitei." Sōjun Kuchiki's grave voice gave the orders he had been given. His dark byzantium eyes were missing their usual sparkle. "Spirits without a hint of spirit pressure and who do not appear to be lingering unduly leave untouched. Any who appear to be setting up camp, konso without hesitation. Slay any hollows, though that should be understood. Any questions?"

Byakuya, another Kuchiki and their newest sixth seat frowned into the distance, his eyes flecked with confusion, "I feel waning spirits in the town."

"You're dismissed. Let's get this cleaned up today, with a war of this magnitude we have a lot of work ahead of us." The other members of their team jumped away. Sōjun turned to his son, "I feel them too. I heard that there were some racially motivated attacks. Think you're up for the duty of sorting the town?" His trademark smile curled his lips as he clapped his son on the back. There was no use denying it. He was proud of his son, and could not wait to the time when his father would retire, and he could name Byakuya fukutaicho under him.

"I…" Byakuya strove to keep his face clear of emotion, but a lopsided grin decorated his features as he faced his father, "My first solo Living World mission? I'm ready."

AN/ Please don't be offended. I never, ever use racially motivated hate words, but I had to kill Hisana and Rukia somehow. In the time frame, it is entirely possible that something like that could have happened. Plus, I have no idea how long Byakuya's father was alive, but I'm just running with the assumption that he is still fukutaicho of Division Six under Ginrei. Byakuya has just gotten a seated position. Nepotism is not as alive as it seems…LOL Drop a note if you have time or inclination! Thanks for taking the time to read this.