It was a sunny day in soul society. The sky was blue with some small whiteclouds floating lazily about. A small breeze was flowing making the hot day a slightly cooler and alot more enjoyable. Sadly this beutiful day would be of mourning for soul society. One of the greatest shinigami in soul society history, a captain class no less had died.

The war with Aizen was still ongoing as they spoke. It was taking its toll on the shinigami greatly but the shinigami were strong and resilient, else they would have been destroyed by the hollows along time ago.

Almost an entire army of shinigami was gathered at the memorial monument. Any hollow that foolishly chose to appear would have been eliminated within seconds. The memorial was a huge prism shaped tower, that stood 20 feet high. On it were engraved the names of all the shinigami that had sacrificed themselves whilst protecting soul society and preserving peace and justice.

As the gathered shinigami began sitting down on the soft grass, 1st division commander general Yamamoto Genryuusai stood at the podium infront of the memorial behind and inbetween him and the tower were the seven remaining captains and all thirteen vice-captains. Infront of him was a sea of black that was one third of the Gotei 13.

The Gotei 13 had a rotation policy for the armed forces. One third on active duty in the real world. One third patrolling Soul society and Rukonagi for hollows as well as stamping out any unrest within the population. The remaining third on rest leave and training but on standby incase of an emergency.

This third had gathered behind today. All of them had insisted on being there. The captain that had died in the horrible accident in the 12th division area was one of the most popular and well know men to have ever been incharge of a division. Even members of other divisions had gathered out of respect.

As the General took his place behind the podium he visually trembeled. The betrayel of Aizen combined with the toll of fighting a war was enough to break a man, but the captain had been enduring as was his duty. The pain of out living a man you saw as a son was heart and spirit breaking.

General Yamamoto cleared his throat and spoke. His voice calm but powerfull reached all the way to the back of the gathered mass. "We are gathered here today for the funreal service of a captain of the Gotie 13. Due to no body being found a memorial service will be conducted instead. We are here to mourn the loss of 8th Division captain Kyouraku Shunsui ...

TBC

Note: Sorry for the short chapter but relax cos the next one'll be long enough to make up for it. I just wanted to set the tone and pace of the story. This is my first fic so please review and check out some of the other ones i will be putting up in the near future.