So, Ukitake had kidnapped my brain and refuses to give it back. Which is why I'm writing yet another Ukitake story. Completion, Perfect Plan, and Story Time will all be up soon as well.

Disclaimer: None of the pretty little soul reapers belong to me, or anything else for that matter. So sad.

Summary: Five years have passed since Aizen's defeat and Ukitake's disappearance, but Ichigo may have just found the missing captain. Too bad she doesn't remember anything. FemUkitake

Rating: M (later chapters)

Pairings: Aizen/Ukitake, ?/Ukitake (I'm going to hold a poll later to see who people like)

Warnings: FemUkitake, implied lemons, character abuse

Please and Thank You

Prologue: The New Math Teacher is a Traitorous Soul Reaper Who Tried to Kill Me Five Years Ago

"I don't see the point of all this. Why can't you just tell me, Uryu?" Ichigo leaned back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head.

Uryu gave an exasperated sigh. "We've been over this already. You are not going to believe me unless you see it." Next to him Orihime nodded.

"I would have thought you'd be able to sit through at least one college class, Ichigo," Rukia teased from her seat next to Orihime.

"Hey! I have better things to do than sit in on a math class! Besides, this is my last day off before I have to go back to those stupid captains' meetings. The old man just drones on forever."

"You sleep through those!"

"Is being a captain really that boring?" Orihime asked, interrupting the fight before it could truly start. "I thought it would have been exciting!"

"Nah, nothing's happened since Aizen."

"That's probably about to change," Uryu muttered. Ichigo and Rukia gave him questioning looks, the orange haired boy opening his mouth to ask what he meant, only to be interrupted by the professor walking in.

"Good morning," he said, addressing the class. "I'm sure you all enjoyed your night without homework." There were a few chuckles and nods around the room. "Good, but now we must get back to work. And no groaning," he said chuckling, even as he raised an eyebrow at a student in the third row.

"Uryu, is that..?"

"I told you you had to see it."

"Aizen."

/

"This can't be real," Rukia muttered as the class began filing out of the room. The four friends remained where they were.

"I pulled their medical records. Urahara's is close. I can show them to you there."

"Wait! What do you mean 'their records?'"

"He's married, Ichigo," Orihime whispered, looking down at her hands.

"To who?"

"Her," the Quincy said, nodding to the white haired woman that had just walked in.

"No," Rukia whispered, horrified. Ichigo's mouth dropped open, speechless.

"Jūshirō, shouldn't you be at the restaurant?" Aizen asked, although his smile and tone made it clear he was happy to see her.

"I brought you lunch," the white haired woman said, holding out the wrapped box to him. "I knew if I didn't you'd forget to eat again."

Aizen chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her waist, giving her a quick, but passionate, kiss on the lips. "Thank you."

She smiled at him before stepping back from him. "Now, I really do have to go or I'll be late."

"I have time until my next class. Let me walk you to your car."

"That can't be her," Rukia said as the two walked out of the room.

Ichigo just shook his head, still staring after them. There was no doubt in his mind. "Ukitake."

/

"Isn't it illegal for you to take these?" Urahara asked even as he flipped open the folder Uryu handed him.

"No one will notice. These are all copies of the originals anyway."

"I don't believe this." Ichigo shook his head, giving both files one more swift glance before handing them to Rukia. "They were found in the same collapsed building, both with amnesia?"

"It looks that way. I'm not sure if Aizen really does have amnesia, but Ukitake's seems real enough."

"Although," Urahara said slowly, "it might not be them, even though that seems unlikely. If it is them, and Aizen does have his memories, he could be the cause of Jūshirō's memory loss. He could be using her as a shield in case we found him."

"But if he didn't want to be found why stay in Karakura? For that matter, why become a professor at the college Orihime and I attend?"

Ichigo sighed. "We won't know until we investigate. Rukia, take these to the old man."

"Well, look at you," Urahara said, hiding his smile behind his fan. "You've grown into such a responsible captain."

The orange haired boy glared. "Just open a gate for her."

"Fine, fine. You're no fun."

"Ichigo, are you going to be okay?" Orihime asked as Rukia and Urahara left.

"Yeah," Ichigo said, not convincing anyone. He rubbed his temple, trying to ignore the headache that was forming. "I just can't believe we found Ukitake after all this time."

/

Well, let me know what you think. Completion will be up soon, I just have to do some editing for it. But first, lunch.