Hi peeps here is my first story. Its a fun short about Division 1 of the Gotei 13, hope you like it. If you do I'll write more. If you don't my soul will be crushed and I won't be able to go on...but no pressure or anything.

I do not own Bleach or any of its characters. Bleach is the property of Tite Kubo and I know we all love him dearly for it.

Division Dynamics

Chapter 1

Sanity is Relative

Chōjirō Sasakibe was once proud of his position. Once upon a time he stood at his captain's side during all the most important moments the in the history of Seireitei. When the Vizard traitors were exiled he was there. When the genocide of the Bounts was ordered...he was there, When the genocide of the Quincy was ordered he was there. When the genocide of the dodo was happened...well he was confused. That's where it had all started, with the dodo birds.

One day some three hundred years ago the Captain Commander had said "I'm hungry", and the next the dodos were dead. No one had seen him do it, and there was no record of him leaving the Seireitei, but Chōjirō knew it was him. That night, after the tea ceremony, the captain had asked him

"Chōjirō...what do you think dodo tastes like?"

"Excuse me Captain?"

"Dodo those plump delicious looking chicken things?"

"I'm sure I wouldn't know Captain, but western chiefs have created many delicious poultry dishes that we could have the chefs try."

"No I think I'll have dodo."

"But Captain, there are no dodo in the Seirei-"

"It has been decided, and it is to late to revoke the order."

"...Captain no order has been giv-"

"SILENCE"

Weeks past, and Chōjirō forgot about the dodo. Until a maid brought him one of the captain's haori. The bottom was singed and strange grease had been splattered all over it. When asked all the Captain would say was"The meat was rather tough", then he would explain the necessity of some sacrifice to the good of the Seireitei. He never out right said that the dodo birds had been the sacrifice, and Chōjirō used that to justify thinking it had never happened. It would be months until reports of the disappearance of the dodo birds would make their way into the soul society. When they did get there Chōjirō half managed to convince himself they were yet another casualty of humanity's avarice...but he knew...he knew that his captain had eaten them...Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto, had eaten the dodo's into extinction.

And so began the Captains taste for extinct meat. Chōjirō came to dread the days that the Captain would express curiosity about the taste of this bird, or that fish. Because he knew the next day that animal would no longer exist. I didn't seem to matter if the animal lived in the deepest depths of the ocean. Nothing was safe from the Captain Commander. And the worst part was that he could tell no one. How could he tell someone that the Captain Commander had hunted down and killed each and every Quagga in existence. Chōjirō didn't even know what a Quagga was...but he knew that the meat, when properly cooked, had a strange buttery taste. Chōjirō had never in his life wanted to know anything about the meat of the Quagga, never imagined he would, but now he knew, and there was no way to get rid of that knowledge. It ate at him, ate at him like a senile old death god might gnaw at a Quagga.