I DO NOT OWN BLEACH

Hey everyone!

So, this is more a prologue than a chapter, the next one will be out about...around October the first or late September. I just couldn't wait to write this! I might do another story in between the month of September-October I dunno. Any ways, since I am going back to School later I won't have time to update so here's the deal.

I'll update the story every Friday, just as I'm off from school. So I'll have a week to hone it, spell check it thoroughly and increase the size. (Imagine if I had like 6000 words each chapter? That's a lot to me) so hopefully you can all look forward to that. Besides, a week can give me reviews and see what people are looking for and maybe check out what they want.

Any-ways, so here we go!

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It was a calm, yet fearful day in Seireitei. It seemed like at every turn, word of Ichigo's rebellion was being spoken of in negative view, despite one and a half months passing since the incident. The Republican Senate brushed it off, it was no threat to them. Seventy or so common slaves rebelling? A mere itch they would imagine. Sosuke Aizen stood in his office, it was white with four walls surrounding him, one wall having an entrance with no door. His desk was small and brown, his paperwork and wine cup sitting hand in hand with his quill and inkwell. Aizen's robes were typical of that of a Praetor. Completely white with purple edges, the end going around his right arm. Aizen smirked as he sat down, holding his cup as his tribune followed him in speaking of a latest battle.

He had just celebrated a promotion yesterday, as had Yamamoto. The old senator had a large boost in job, going from Senator to Consul! Now, this was a huge upgrade in terms of Political office, he had gained a more permanent version of the seat. The Republic was run by two Consul, each one only having the job for year and couldn't have it again until another ten had passed. Yamamoto had gained a four-year contract, alongside another who's name escaped Sosuke. It was a large, tall man with black hair and facial hair (The Vandenreich leader...I would say his name but it ain't revealed) Yamamoto had been selected due to his intelligence, his strength in combat. (Despite being sixty-seven, the man was as fit as a man of thirty) and his military genius, as well as the public's favor.

Aizen's tribune (More or less his right-hand man) was Sojun Kuchiki, Byakuya Kuchiki's father. The man looked as if he had not aged after he reached aged thirty-five, despite being significantly older than Aizen by nineteen years. (Aizen was thirty-one) The man was loyal to the Republic, level-headed and headstrong despite his position compared to his father and son, both being Praetors themselves. Aizen couldn't ask for a better man.

"Hueco Mundo are fools for marching in without our support" Aizen spoke, rolling his eyes with a sip of his wine "If they try to attack the enemy without our support they clearly haven't learnt anything in the passed one hundred and seven years that they've been tied with us" He scoffed. Sojun gave a lopsided smile and chuckled.

"When have they ever delayed action in favor of intelligent reason?" He asked. Aizen had a smile playing at his lips, he turned to his Tribune and spoke as he sat on his desk, his minor arrogant smile remaining.

"The years have not favoured them...yet when youth plummets, maturity soars" Aizen said. "Seireitei will lose Inuzuri if they are not lead by a strong, capable leader. Do you know anyone?" He asked with a smirk.

"A freshly forged Praetor perhaps?"

"I serve the Republic. If we do not take action against our enemies-" Aizen began but was interrupted by the new consul, Yamamoto who rolled his eyes with a scoff.

"A new Praetor, his robes yet to wrinkle yet he speaks of war" Yamamoto sighed "You youths are always reckless. War is not a game that is played when decided, it takes action, consideration and fair accusation" Yamamoto warned. Beside him, was Toshiro Hitsugaya wearing his own robes. His white, rather messy hair covering his forehead as per usual.

"I speak only of pressing matters" Aizen frowned, his once joking and smiling demeanour now demolished.

"Well, you don't need to tread foreign soil to find them now does he Toshiro?" Yamamoto scoffed, looking to his younger companion. A praetor at a mere twenty was astonishing, he was a prodigy when it came to combat, military tactics and political affairs, graduating early and soaring higher than anyone, reaching Legatus at fifteen, then Praetor at sixteen. In the Republic, when a boy hit fifteen he was considered a man, which is way the young Praetor was quickly given such position.

"Yes, not when Ichigo and his mongrels continue terrorizing Rukongai and evading capture" Toshiro spoke with disdain. "The man was known to you was he not? I hear you brought him here"

"The man is no longer of my concern" Aizen snapped.

"Sixteen city guards of Rukongai were found slaughtered on the rode, just outside the city" Toshiro frowned "One of them had your name carved into his chest while the others were too blood-covered to see" The young Praetor glared "An unfortunate tether"

"While that may be, I am a Praetor. A small mutiny that could be easily wiped out is hardly worth the time of a Praetor. If you care so much you should take care of it, it's only seventy slaves, twenty of which are women and children" Aizen glared. Toshiro smirked and spoke, scratching his chest before looking at his nails haughtily.

"You've already been dispatched to Rukongai to take care of the man"

Aizen frowned and was about to retort to the young Praetor, but Yamamoto interrupted with his fury showing. "You brought the fucking Karakuran to our land and it's your duty to see him forever gone. Not only that, but you granted patronage to that grinning shit Urahara before he perished, who was said grinning shit's favored slave? It was Ichigo! You did it a breath before his house was massacred, a massacre that saw my friend Genshiro to ruin and one your wife barely fucking escaped! Now go...now!" Yamamoto roared. Aizen gritted his teeth before looking to his tribune, a weak, angry and fake smile on his lips.

"Sojun...let's go" He spoke. "Get me my armor" He ordered. He looked to Yamamoto and asked "How many men shall I take with me?" Sosuke asked. Yamamoto looked him dead in the eye.

"Twenty-five hundred" Yamamoto spoke.

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Toshiro Hitsugaya sighed as he walked into his villa. He yawned as he walked into home too see his wife bowing over a jewellery box. He smiled and slowly walked to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck. She gave a giggle as he nipped at her neck and spoke;

"Hard day at work my love?"

"Quite...that shit Aizen is forever a pest onto the Senate" He spoke. His wife turned, her eyes meeting his as she kissed him, biting his bottom lip before speaking, her intentions coming to life.

"I hate Aizen more than you do...you should know that after what he did to my family" His wife spoke. He nodded, kissing her forehead and sighing.

"We all feel for you Karin. Each night I pray that your Mother, Father, cousins and Brother rest deeply in the afterlife" He smiled. Not much knew Karin was Ichigo's sister, the rebel had left the name years ago, so much that Aizen even forgot. He captured and killed many Kurosaki's that day, the difference between Inoues, Kurosaki's, Ishida's and Yasutora's was unknown to him... he merely piled the under the category of 'savages with different names' The Praetor did not know the difference between the Karakura noble families and didn't give a shit. All he knew and told the Senate was that Ichigo was a Highbourne Karakuran and was a traitor to the Republic. "Sadly, we must entertain most of the nobles in Seireitei tonight...so let's make the most of our free time..." He smirked, his hand drifted to her cleavage, tracing across her breast.

"My sister comes to cook us an early meal, so we cannot" She giggled as his hand slowly drifted to the back of her dress. He sighed and she rolled her eyes "I'll have the slaves run us a bath later" She promised.

Yuzu arrived, wearing a fantastic green extravagant dress that suit her perfectly. Yuzu had grown to be even more beautiful than her mother, a feat that was not easily done. She smiled happily as she arrived, hugging and kissing her sister on both cheeks as she normally did. She gave Hitsugaya a nod and smiled "How have you been?"

Toshiro smiled "Fine"

Yuzu rolled her eyes. 'Fine' wasn't an answer. Something she always told her brother before he died. Yuzu quickly walked to the kitchen and spoke "I know you yuse slaves for these kind of things, but I am a far superior cook than any!" She grinned. Karin agreed, Toshiro nodded disinterestedly and looked to his files. Karin sighed and asked.

"Still trying to destroy that little band of rebels?" Karin asked "I thought men with the name 'Ichigo' would always be kind and just. Yet this one slaughters innocent men and women, a disgrace to my brothers name"

Toshiro agreed and spoke "The nobles will be coming soon, have the slaves fix the house" Toshiro commanded. Karin nodded, her red dress similar to Y uzu's flowing behind her. She ordered the slaves to do as they were told and sighed.

Ichigo...how was it in the afterlife? Was he smiling upon her? She had a noble husband, she had a strong position and had wealth, friends and the promise of family! Would he scowl at her use of slaves? Would he look down at her because of her most likely false friends? She didn't know...

How was he doing?

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A dirt path was surrounded by soil, sand and some trees, however it was far from empty. Twenty-one men and fifteen horses were gracing it's soil. The fifteen horses had fifteen of the men mounted on their backs, as they were chasing after one of the twenty-one men, with the rest on foot. Each of these twenty men wore furs and rough, tattered chain-mail, with cloth wrappings around their face or a steel helmet with horse-hair. With spears, swords and axes chasing after the twenty-first man.

The man being pursued was far superiorly built. His short spiky orange hair was pinned back due to the wind pressure as he sprinted as fast as he could down the dirty path, his scowl in place, with two one-and-a-half-month old gladius' in hand, being forged two days before the Urahara house massacre. He wore a tough clothed brown loincloth around his crotch, the inside being padded with red. Around his wrists were leather bracers also being padded with red cloth, the same going for his leather greaves, which had steel studs at each corner. The bracers protected his outer wrist/forearm, being fully covered while his inside was unguarded in the shape of a rectangle, only the bottom and top being there, the unprotected inside was still covered with red cloth. There was the face of a lion on the dark brown bracers, something that Ichigo had always been told represented his heart. Around his chest was a sand-coloured leather cuirass, with no sleeves. On each shoulder he had two dark brown leather shoulder-pads, being triple segmented.

The fugitive skidded to a half, before turning and glaring at the first horseman who's horse stopped with a cry, the fugitives sword pointing right at it, his eyes squinted and his teeth gritted. Six other horsemen rode past him in attempt to surround him, but it was a futile attempt to say the least. The horseman charged, his horse galloping, he thrusted his spear down, which was easily dodged by the rebel, Ichigo swunf his gladius as he passed, the blade digging deep into his chest. And so the horseman was cut down off his horse with a single slash to his chest, falling off his mount. Three more approached, Ichigo threw one sword, slamming right into one horseman as another horseman and foot solider approached. Ichigo slashed at the horseman, killing him and quickly flipping his gladius onto his other hand, slashing the foot solider.

As he did this, four men came from behind the trees and rocks from which they were hiding, Ichigo had lured the soldiers here for an ambush. The first was a teal-haired man, his hair looking more messier and ragged than usual. He wielded a slightly longer and thinner sica, with a steel shield that had small semi-circle taken off around the edges to slam against opponents necks. He wore studded leather bracers that extended to his knuckles, with brown studded greaves and a brown loincloth. He had a tight, brown leather strap around his chest going from under his right shoulder to over left collarbone, then meeting up around the back. It was Grimmjow, former Thraex gladiator.

The second was a tall man, his once slicked back hair being tattered messily over his forehead and face. He was wearing the usual brown loincloth, with two straps on his chest each going opposite diagonal ways. One was a thin dark leather strap, only two inches wide, the other was the same, except it had a thick, red leather chunk padded by grey fur. The red leather covered the no-mans land between his neck and shoulder. He had one dark brown bracer with matching greaves. He wielded a giant greatsword, it was Kugo Ginjo, fomer Secutor gladiator.

The third was more simply dressed, he had a sand-colored loincloth, with dark brown tight bracers and greaves. Over his chest he had a leather 'X' shaped harness across his torso, which held his vertically sheathed Spatha, now being wield. He had a dark brown cloth around his tattooed forehead and his red-hair was now longer, less shaped like a pineapple. It was Renji, former Murmillo gladiator.

The fourth had a bore torso, with a simple brown loincloth with a brown-slitted cloth around his hips with a thin leather belt that held his woodcutting axe that he used as a weapon. He had dark-skinned with shaggy brown hair. He had dark brown greaves and bracers. It was Sado Yasutora, former Secutor/Dimachaerus.

Sado ran and slammed his axe into a horseman's back, pulling the mercenary to the floor before he could even realize. Grimmjow wrestled a horseman off his steed and Renji delivered the killing blow. Kugo's blade shoved into a man's gut before being torn out and slashing across the neck, his head flying off. Ichigo saw many more approaching and charged, ripping his gladius out of the the imapled horseman he had tossed his sword at, leaping over Kugo's crouched form he got in the middle of four mercenaries. Ichigo blocked one of their swords before ducking under another and swiped one of his blades, cutting a mercenary across the chest, the man falling defeated and dead.

An axe slammed against his blade, almost knocking it from his hand but Ichigo quickly grabbed it, the sword going from normal-grip to reverse-grip in a matter of seconds. Ichigo blocked a sword and cut an attackers throat before shoving another to the floor. Ichigo blocked the last mercenaries blade before swiping his two blades in an 'X' fashion, the head falling cleanly off. The previous mercenary stood, annoyed from behind so easily thrown to the floor and charged, Ichigo ducked under his blade moved under his arm, slashing his thigh before getting behind his know kneeling from and pressed his left forearm against the injured enemies forehead before dragging his gladius across his throat, hen slowly pushing the man's body aside.

It seemed like all twenty of them were dead, Ichigo nodded but saw one stand. Kugo made quick work of him, slamming the attempted escapee's head against a rock multiple times with a roar, be continued to do so and Ichigo called out "Kugo!"

Grimmjow looked to him "The Republicans killed a man like a son to him, I wonder why you do not do the same, if not worse after all they have done to you" The teal-haired man scoffed. Ichigo looked down with a frown, before replying.

"I would relish every moment of it...but we are not them, we do not torture the defeated" Ichigo spoke. Kugo looked to him, nodding in agreement before apologizing. Ichigo shrugged it off and pulled out a bag with a rope attached. It was intended for the weapons they carried, twenty more weapons for the cause!

Chad was assigned to carry them, he was the strongest physical wise. The hierarchy of the rebellion was simple. Ichigo was the main leader, the commander. Grimmjow was a leader as well, he lead everyone from the Hueco Mundo/Las Noches area, but he still answered to Ichigo. Kugo was the same with people from Jigoku and Renji with Rukongai or around the area (Places like Inuzuri). Zaraki, Kensei and Chad were leaders too, but they looked over the rebels training rather than the rebels themselves. They were all leaders, they ordered the rebels and told them what to do and how to do it, but they all answered to Ichigo in the end. Ikkaku and Yumichika were leaders to an extent, they had no real position other than a mere soldier, but they were looked up to, like unofficially. They often scouted the next area, before moving. They were the rebellions scouts, often moving within and without the city, being able to find hidden pathways such as sewers or alleyways so they could move about freely around the city without being seen.

Each woman wore a ragged red or green dress, easy to move in. Each normal rebel wore a cloth loose-fitting strap around his chest with a brown loincloth and sandals. Except Yumichika and Ikkaku, Yumichika wore forest green pants, stopping at his shins, with brown leather shoes. He also wore a forest green vest reaching his mid-thighs, closed over with a brown cloth. Ikkaku wore two leather shoulder-pads, the straps meeting at his mid-chest before tying around his torso like a belt.

Ichigo and his four faithful companions found their home, the underground sewer. The ground was twelve-inches above the sewage water and the rough estimate of seventy slaves lived there for the mean-time. Ichigo carried a large sack and cried out "Thirty Republicans sent to the after lives!" He cried. The rebels cheered out "Their deaths providing us the with weapons, coin and food, eat your fill we have plenty!"

The rebels dug into their foot. Wheat, grain, dried salted meat, fruit and vegetables. There was water too, carried in leather cartridges with corks over it. One woman cried out "How come we can't fight?!" She asked. A man scoffed, regarding that women cannot do so.

"Girl you don't get messy. Let us take care of business" He smirked. (Couldn't resisit it. Pierce from SR3 is awesome and...well)

A large argument broke out and Ichigo stood "Enough!" He roared, everyone shut up. "We are not the Republicans. We will not estimate someone's worth on appearance alone! Kensei, Zaraki and Chad, give the women who wish to fight weapons and train them. They shall join when they are ready!"

The woman laughed and Ichigo decided to add. "Men nor women are never to weak or too frail to fight, if the cause is great" Ichigo spoke. They looked up to him and cheered "If anyone wishes to battle the Republicans, who am I to decline? If we do not have enough swords, we will create wooden spears! If there is no wood we'll steal weapons, if there are none we will use our fists! If they cut them off we will use our feet! If they cut them off then we'll use our heads! If they cut that off...well then...well then we're dead" Ichigo joked. They laughed and returned to eating. Ichigo saw Tatsuki and Orihime and gave them both a smile, they both returned.

"How do the women fare?" Ichigo asked. Dodging a rat that scurried over his foot. Tatsuki shrugged and spoke.

"Restless. Though better now since we can fight" She grinned. Ichigo chuckled and Orihime smiled at him, she spoke to him and shocked him, despite almost nothing was able to shock him.

"Ichigo. There was a time when I wished you dead. You stole many peoples lives, including my husbands, I despised you for it, I cursed you and dreamt that you died" She spoke "But...after this...you are redeeming yourself! For every life you take, your freeing another from the bonds of slavery! I-I'm glad I'm apart of this!" She grinned. Ichigo smiled and patted her shoulder.

"I'm glad you are among us as well" He smiled.

Ikkaku arrived with Yumichika and scowls were on their faces. Ichigo frowned at their demeanour and asked. "What has you so frowning and full of anger?" Ichigo asked.

"Aizen is here" Ikkaku spoke. Ichigo's face turned into a blank one, clearly planning something. "He has arrived here with numbers that could wipe us out" The bald man cursed.

Ichigo bit his lip and sighed "I feared this" He spoke. Ichigo sat on a wooden chair "Tomorrow morning we shall move south. Attack the villa's there in search of Rukia. If I remember correctly, just yesterday I heard that there was a brothel nearby that is frequented by one of the slave-holders that was given Rukia to gain favor for Urahara's position of aedile" Ichigo spoke "That fucking man would suck a million cocks just for a rise in political strength"

"We move south tomorrow" Tatsuki nodded.

That night, Ichigo dreamt of the day his family was torn apart. How his mother returned to him, dead. How we watched his allies die as well as his father. Maybe the rebels were moving south...

But he was going to kill Aizen first.

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Aizen and his wife appeared outside the villa and Ludus of Urahara. Since they had no other place to stay, they had decided to live here. It's accomodations were cosy enough and at least they knew the place. Aizen entered, some dry blood stains were on the wall, on the floor too. Aizen was now wearing his legionairre armor, the grey torso with red leather shining as he walked thorugh the dark Villa.

He had to go out to the streets tomorrow and give a speech to the citizens and calm them. He had prepared a set of games and had hired a Lanista to lend him his gladiators for them. Aizen cursed as he saw a bloodstain on one statue. It wasn't a nobles one, it was one of his mercenaries bloodstains when Sosuke witnessed the rebellions leader Ichigo punching the mercenary, his blood splattering over the statue.

Momo wandered around the Villa, getting re-accustomed. She looked at the balcony, the one she used to love and admire, staring at the gladiators training...it was like a fever dream. Aizen had a well toned chest and usually trained, but not to the extent of the gladiators. She often wished Sosuke took their diet and became like one, she regretted it, but she often wished he was Ichigo.

The girl walked into Urahara's office, almost heaving as she saw a large bloodstain on the wall, with a finger laying close by. She looked at the blood, it was everywhere. Momo scoffed, she began to feel guilty over not feeling guilty for God's sake! The Praetor's wife turned around, her eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, she saw a form staring at her and she screamed...

The next day...

The rebels stood outside a recently abandoned villa they had once slaughtered. They all wore their travelling gear. Grimmjow wore a grey vest that went down to his knees over his normal attire, with a grey turban. Tatsuki wore a light grey cloak over her dress as did most of the women. Most of the rebels wore hooded ponchos, shawls or cloaks. Renji and Kugo wore long pieces of cloth around their shoulders like a scarf. The rebels snapped at each other or argued, but it was all down to one question first.

Where was their leader?

In Rukongai's streets...

Ichigo stood in the middle of a crowd. He wore a red cloak similar to his Karakuran mercenary one. It was red and knitted by Unohana herself. It was similar to a shawl, except it only covered his shoulders and neck area. It was hooded and it went down to his ankles, Ichigo's hood was currently up and his face down to avoid discovery. In the middle of the crowd was Sosuke Aizen, his tribune and a handful of his men alongside his wife Momo. Sosuke was making a was standing outside the city hall, the narrow passage behind him leading to the front door.

"Citizens of Rukongai. I am here today, to protect your city against the villain Ichigo! The man has tore to many from this world, men and women worthy of note and I would see him pay for his crimes!" Sosuke cried out. There was mixed reactions from the crowd. All wanting to see him pay, yet ones of fear and anger.

"I hope he pays for his crimes!"

"Ichigo is invincible! He defeated the beasts!"

"He killed Nnoitra!"

"He murdered the slayer of shadow!"

"He's the bringer of rain, he cannot be defeated!"

Ichigo smirked at their reactions. It seemed they still herald him strong, fear was good. Aizen shrugged there actions off and spoke "Ichigo is but a man! He is not an indestructible god. I have proof of this! I gave patronage to the late Urahara, whom we miss to this day and since this, I was to stay in the villa that the very man held dear. When I entered this villa...I came across this"

Ichigo looked up to see three women walking out of the narrow passage. Ichigo's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates at what he saw. He felt insane anger and rage filling him and he quickly pushed through the crowds, yet still incognito.

It was Yoruichi with two of Momo's slaves.

"She has been saved by the God's themselves to inherit their will! She has become a Prophetess, an oracle! She is the conduit of the God's and she tells us that Ichigo will be put to grass soon!" Aizen yelled out. Ichigo growled, this was getting sickening.

Somehow that bitch survived it, Ichigo cursed at himself. He should have stabbed deeper, or somewhere more certain of causing death. He looked into her eyes, she looked crazy, confused and terrified. He slowly walked and looked up, Yoruichi looked into the crowd and caught sight of his passing form. "He comes..." She muttered fearfully under her breath. Momo looked to her, raising an eyebrow. Ichigo was getting closer...

Ichigo pulled his red hood down and pushed out of the crowd, sword in hand. Momo and the once headstrong now completely terrified and confused Yoruichi squealed out as Ichigo's blade smashed against Aizen's. The Praetor gasped out and his Tribune joined the action, Ichigo blocked the Praetor and Tribune's swords with his two before swinging his blade the tip grazing Aizen's cheek before the second slicing his shoulder. Ichigo kicked Sojun out of the way and grinned madly, just a few years ago Aizen toyed with him, now Ichigo was vastly superior to the man, so much so.

As he was about to land the killing blow, he was pushed out of the way by six more soldiers. Ichigo cursed out loud and blocked their swords, dodging and parrying them. It was difficult, there was not enough space and there was too many in the narrow street.

Out of no-where, Kugo appeared and killed a guard, Grimmjow and Renji jumped from one of the lower roof-tops and onto the ground while Chad, Zaraki and Kensei appeared from an alleyway.

Kensei wore red stitched pants reaching his shins, with leather sandals. He had a green cloth diagonally wrapped around his chest, with a wooden/leather shoulderpad, the strap crossing with the cloth. He wielded two pugio daggers.

Zaraki wore black cloth shorts, brown leather shoes and a short red vest, opened and revealing his large scar-covered chest. His hair was now long and flowing like his youth days. He had a spatha on his right hand.

"Ichigo you mad fuck!" Grimmjow screamed, his face red from anger "What are you doing?!"

"Vengeance" Ichigo snarled back. Grimmjow cursed and glared Ichigo in the eye. Kugo turned to Ichigo and snarled.

"You stupid fuck. If you kill Aizen now, they will send far more than us. You cannot save Rukia if we are dead, nor can we if we are being chased by a legion of fucking soldiers now can we? Use your brain"

Ichigo glared at Aizen, who was being protected by seven soldiers. Ichigo swallowed his pride and retreated back. He pulled his hood up and snapped "Yoruichi lives by the way" He spoke. The men's eyes widened at this "I shall explain later"

The rebels retreated back, shaking of the Republic legionnaires as they raced through the streets and returning to the abandoned villa. Their light clothing and small numbers made them faster and harder to find, running through the alleyways, sewers and rooftops. As he reached the villa, Ichigo growled and punched one of the stone columns. His vengeance was so close...but it couldn't happen. Kugo was right, he had to save Rukia at all costs. He loved her more than revenge, she was worth it. If he had to wait, he would.

Ichigo sighed...this rebellion was just and the best decision he had ever made...but it was difficult. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, cursing himself for his recklessness and selfishness. Rukia came first, always. It was just a one-time thing, a spur of the moment that would never come to pass.

First thing tomorrow they would slaughter that whore house and find the bastard that took Rukia. God help him if he touched her...

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There we are. Ichigo and his rebel armor is on my profile as per usual. From now on I'll only put the main guys clothing there, so that my page isn't overflowing. So any ways, Karin and Yuzu are living the good life aren't they? I told you HitsuKarin would happen! Toshiro may get involved later, he has a big part in this. I'm not a big fan of Toshiro, I rather dislike him but girls love him so I want to survive so I'll let him live... for now at least.

Ichigo isn't doing to well! He's killing his enemies but it's getting him no-where. Any ways, I won't update this story till about the first of October or around the thirtieth of September. I'm starting school again and I want to get into a busy schedule and all that. Also, I could only update once a week or so after October so I'll make the chapters longer than usual...

Later, hopefully you'll enjoy this fic more than my previous one!