Hey this is a new story and I am still working on the other one but I'm being extreme careful on that one sense on wish step could ruin my whole plan for it. And know this is a completely different story. But please read, enjoy, and REVIEW.

Prologue

The only sound that vibrated through the empty hallway was the soft, almost nonexistent, padding of her feet. The cool leather of the cover of the book that protected yellowing pages was comforting and soothing as she walked toward the room at the end of the hallway. Just this last delivery then she would leave.

Hopefully forever.

She signed. She was tired of the wars, the horrible battles she had to take part in as her secret role. But even she was called back, and the conditions met her and pass her judgment she would fight again even if she did not wish it.

It was her job and sole purpose, among a few other things that she did not want to get into, and she would not back down from it.

A smile tugged at her lips though as she pushed open the office door and peeked in to only laugh quietly at the scene before her. It wasn't surprising he was sleeping once again at his desk, and she was glad for the one last chance to tease him about how he napped more often then an old person even though he was still relatively young in soul age for a Soul Reaper.

He dark head of hair rested against his desk, his zanpaktou resting against the side of the desk and from the quiet snoring she could hear coming from the spirit in the blade, it was sleeping much like his master.

Giggling again, she crept forward, and then sprung.

To say the least getting tackled out of you chair and onto the ground was a major shock to the Head Commander as he jumped to his feet in a smooth movement only to register the person who was now laughing and rolling on the ground only a few feet from him.

Tiny in size, maybe 5 feet tall at least, with blue heather grey eyes dancing as she laughed and her golden hair whipping around her he couldn't but help smile. Tiny porcelain hands clutched at her sides as she finished up laughing like a manic and stood, she crossed her slight arms in front of a large crest (though not quite the biggest he'd seen).

Rosy full lips curved up into a grin as she raised her eyes to his, and winked knowingly. "I never knew you screamed like a little girl Old-man." She chuckled and he felt a violent blush cross his cheeks as he glared.

"I am not an old man."

"You sure nap like one." She said and he signed knowing she'd caught he red handed and that arguing with her would just end badly and embarrassingly for him.

"Never mind. What is it that you need?" He asked as he leaned against his desk and her eyes brightened with tears and…hope? He frowned.

"Here, I must return this to you." She pulled a horribly familiar book out of her blue robes and gently handed it to him. He recognized it immediately and swallowed hard against the sudden choking feeling in his throat.

Looking up with sad brown eyes he met her hopeful blue ones with a grimace. "The war is over… and now it's your time to leave isn't it?" He whispered and he watched as a single crystal tear escaped her watery eyes and roll down her cheek as she hugged him tightly.

"Yes, and I want to you to know I'll miss you tons. And…" She bit her lip and he nodded with understanding of what she was asking quietly.

"I'll refrain from calling on you ever again, unless the situation is truly dire. Even though I wish I could talk to you still." Tears were flowing from both of their eyes now, but she smiled and gently set her tiny hand on his chest, just above his weeping heart.

"I'll always be here. Talk and I'll listen no matter where you are. I'll miss you Gramps." She whispered before kissing his cheeks softly.

Their relationship was not a romantic one, but more of a grandfather and granddaughter one- hence the nickname. He spoiled her and treated her like a piece of thin bare glass, so easily crushed in his mind. And she loved him and despite her centuries upon centuries over him looked up to him as a granddaughter does.

"But Gramps….remember the rule." She murmured in his ear warningly and he stiffened.

Of course. The one rule she never wavered from and that could destroy the whole Soul Society if he pushed it or disrespected her. He pulled away slowly to look at her dead serious eyes.

If he ever did call her again, no matter their family love, she would make her decision and it would be final. And if she deemed the cause of him calling her unworthy then she would retreat and disappear again and could never be called back as long as he was alive.

Her choice was simple it seemed, but the seriousness behind it could be devastating. To help and fulfill her role as the Guardian or to say no, and be gone forever till he died which if a great battle came up and she wasn't there the whole Soul Society could be destroyed. And it would be his or the next head captain's fault should he die before that happened.

"I will." He promised as she kissed each of his closed eyelids gently.

"Good bye Gramps. You know where to find me and remember I'll always be listening." She said with one last smile, before she evaporated to mist and swirled out of his office and was gone.

The door cracked open and an unseated officer enter, completely unaware of what just happened and stared in shock at his still crying head captain.

"Head Captain Yamamoto?" He asked shakily and his brown eye opened for a moment before he signed, whipped his eyes, and signed. "Call everyone together. All the divisions, captains and lieutenants. I have an announcement." He said before going to his desk, picking up the book from where'd he'd set it down in their hug unconsciously, and ran a hand over the worn leather before storing it in his desk and locking the tiny secret drawer where it had been before.

He looked up and faced the new day.

Good end or bad end? And just a hint, I purposely didn't mention 'her' name. You'll find that out later but please review for now!