Disclaimer: I dislcaim. But Saki is mine.

Ok well, here is my OC Saki's history, I don't even know where I got all of these ideas, I just started typing and they flew from my fingers, how smart of them. My fingers are amazing. I hope you like this, it's just a little two-shot, it was originally a one-shot but I thought I should split it up, it was a bit too long for my liking XD

The story behind Takeda Saki

Takeda Saki, she was once an undeniably strong, talented and beautifully skilled Shinigami, she used to love the thrill of battle, the pure adrenaline rush had acted as drug for her, and she was an addict.

She had become a beast filled with a blood lust that could rival the current Eleventh Division.

Everyone had been placed under the misconception that her heart was simply not in it anymore and that her dreams lay elsewhere, outside of the battlefield, in a kitchen, a restaurant or even just a café. She made them believe that her dreams led her to wanting give something back to the people that fought for every soul in soul society and the world of the living, basically food in their stomachs.

They would all see the gratifying smile Saki placed on her face with unrivalled skill, she did not falter a single moment as she feigned happiness in the kitchens of Seireitei, and everyone would believe it, even her closest friends who supposedly knew her better than anyone ever could.

It was all lies.

Of course they were though, how could Saki possibly think that she could tell her peers of her addiction to blood, to killing? How could she possibly explain of her addiction of bringing death onto others and relishing in the feel of having taken the life of another being, even if they were just hollows? It had not been about the thrill or rush of adrenaline for decades, those much easier times had long passed, it had become about a lust-filled, sadistic existence, evolving solely around her hunger for death and blood.

It was not long before her addiction was bought to the attention of Yamamoto-Soutaichou, or Yama-Jii as Saki, Jyuushiro and Shunsui so affectionately call their Sensei, he had spotted the first signs of her once shining bright soul slowly, but gradually, becoming eclipsed by the darkest depths of her inner turmoil, and of course he was to put a stop to it immediately, or at least keep the darkness at a sure enough distance that it would not consume one of his eldest students.

In order to do this, he realised, Saki would need to be separated from all temptation… this meant being stripped of her status as a Shinigami.

Indefinitely.

Yamamoto felt deeply, and truly, grieved in his decision. He had seen such promise in Saki from the moment he first laid his expert eyes on her, he was so sure she would become a brilliant warrior, she had been on the path to victory, she quickly became a taichou of the Second Division and the Onmitsukudo just as her father had always wanted, she had a young Shihoin Yoruichi under her wing, her protégée, she was so close, and yet… And yet she simply strayed from her path of greatness, strangely unbeknownst to even the closest soul.

Surprisingly enough for the old Soutaichou it had been Saki who had approached him and pleaded with him for his help, she had arrived in his office in the confidence of her Sensei to give her the guidance she needed.

Yamamoto still remembered that panic-stricken and frightened face, and the shrill words that had left her mouth, showing all of the terror she felt, the pure fear of not knowing what she would become.

"Yama-Jii!" she burst through his office doors, not even bothering to knock, she took quick, stressed, steps to his desk, kneeling in front of it, reaching across for his hand and clutching it as if it were her last lifeline. Her bright orange eyes had almost a crazed look to them, her fear evident, her lime green hair, usually neat and pristine, although were still in their usual two buns on either side of her head, had loose hairs swaying in front of her face, and the buns themselves looked messy, as if they had been roughly made in a rush.

"Saki-chan! What is the meaning of this?" He demanded with stern voice, although he had a strange inkling he knew exactly what the reason to her sudden urgency was.

"Yama-Jii, I need your help! I-I don't know what's happening to me! I-I was perfectly fine just last month, but suddenly I-… It's like a switch has suddenly been clicked inside of me, like suddenly nothing makes sense anymore, it's becoming an addiction! Please!"

That was all of the confirmation Yamamoto needed, he spoke to Saki about what was happening to her, and he considered both of themselves lucky for spotting her addiction so quickly, or else she may have become so far gone that she would not have even been in her right to mind to recognise what was becoming of her… He knew she would have not been so co-operative and agreeable otherwise.

He had explained her situation, and before his next words could fly from his mouth, Saki suggested exactly what he had been thinking, "I cannot be a Shinigami any longer, not like this! I must… I don't know what I shall do, but I must have a permanent suspension most definitely!"

And with that Saki was to be removed from her position as a Shinigami, she had the chance to talk with her friends, namely Jyuushiro, Shunsui and Yumi, and she told her squad of her leave. It was safe to say that Yoruichi did not take this new proclamation from her sensei lightly.

She stomped along the corridor that would lead the young Shinigami with bright purple hair to her taichou's office, without bothering to knock, she pushed open the door ready to hear her sensei's true reason for leaving her protégée and whole squad behind, because she was not serious when she had told them she was to become the new head chef in the kitchens!

Saki did not even bother to look up at her new guest, she had expected this, to be honest she was pretty surprised that Yoruichi had waited until then to confront her, she had thought her lieutenant would have demanded her of her decisions right when in front of the squad. At least she had the sense to keep this little (or not so little) confrontation private.

The ex-taichou was currently packing away the many books that had resided in their cosy home of her bookshelf, it covered the entire wall.

"Ah, Yoruichi-chan how nice of you to visit before I take my leave," she greeted in a distracted tone, too engulfed in her current activity.

Yoruichi glared at the back of Saki's head, angered by her nonchalance, didn't she care at all that she was leaving everyone behind? That she was leaving her student of 99 years (not that she counted the days or anything) behind?

"Sensei, tell me why you are really leaving, I do not believe your story for one second!"

Saki sighed, "Oh darn, I worked so hard to come up with it too," she feigned disappointment, still not looking at the young woman before her. She was currently searching across the rows for one book in particular… Or a diary to be exact.

"This is no time for joking around sensei!" She was shouting now, her sensei's current ignorance of her beginning to grate on her nerves, her glare intensified.

Saki smiled softly as her eyes finally fell on the diary she had been looking for, hidden away amongst the stacks of books, it was the perfect hiding place, no one ever looked in the most obvious of places, the best hiding place is always right under everyone's nose. She reached for it, and held it in front of her for a moment the thick leather bound diary bringing back many of the memories and thoughts she had once stored in her trusty friend, she stroked the front, her smile becoming nostalgic.

She sighed softly, turning around to face her young protégée for the first time since she had set foot in her office. She held her gaze for a moment, before walking around her desk, and stopping in front of Yoruichi, she held out the book to her.

The purple haired lieutenant was taken aback, and she felt her anger deflate at the expression on her taichou's face, it was not what she had first expected, she was smiling, and she looked genuinely happy, "This is for you, Yoruichi, treat it well, and use it wisely in your future, you will need it," Yoruichi reached out for the book slowly, and with it held in her hands, she looked at the front realising it was in fact a diary.

A strong hand was placed on her shoulder, and her big yellow eyes looked up, meeting her sensei's kind amber ones, "You must forgive me, Yoruichi, I know you are not happy with my decision to leave, but you must know it is for the best, in order to protect myself, and you, and everyone around me. I shall tell you my true reasons for departing, but you are not ready for those dark truths just yet,"

"Sensei, what am I to do now? Who will I have to guide me, tell me what I am doing wrong? Or how to improve myself? Who will I have to turn to?" those words struck a chord in Saki's heart, Yoruichi was still so young, and her wide cat-like eyes pleaded with her.

Saki's smile returned to her face, she knew that Yoruichi looked up to her like a mother, she had thought of her as daughter, and it grieved her greatly to have to leave, but she knew it was best, "Yoruichi, I am not going to give you crap-filled speech telling you how I oh so regret my decision, how I wish I could stay and hold your hand throughout your life… My dear you do not need me anymore, you have grown into a beautiful young woman, you're strong, and you have by far surpassed me, and sweetie, you are ready, so keep your chin up, head held high, and prove me right," she gave a light kiss on her forehead, a warm motherly smile shone from her features, and she walked back behind her desk to continue packing her books away.

"Sensei… Who will our new taichou be?"

Saki turned around, a knowing glint in her eyes, her smile turned mischievous almost, "Oh do not worry about that, I have the best replacement in mind, and I am sure they will accept without question, they are the only one I know capable to run my division,"

Yoruichi became slightly impatient, "What's their name? Do I know of them?"

Saki didn't answer, she just kept on smiling and packing her life away, well that was what it felt like to Yoruichi, she didn't want her to leave, but she knew that her sensei was right, she needed to grow up, and stand on her own two feet for a change, she had always been an independent girl but somehow she lost that part of her. Saki just shone so brightly Yoruichi felt drowned out by her, awed by her.

Yoruichi retreated back to her quarters only to be greeted with a hell butterfly informing her that she would be attending a taichou exam in one month's time, she smirked, of course she should have expected her sensei to recommend her, she accepted immediately, if only to prove her sensei right.

It was only two days later, and the day had finally come for Takeda Saki to hand in her taichou haori, and move into her new home, still within the Seireitei seeing as she would be working in the kitchens.

She dressed in her cherry blossom pink kimono, with the various bird patterns scattered on it in multiple colours ranging from purple, to green, to blue. Her hair was not in its usual style, Saki chose a more, somewhat feminine look, she had it down, cascading across and reaching below her chest in a sea of green waves, the lime complimenting the pink nicely.

She was standing before Yamamoto, all of the taichou lined up in their usual positions when they had taichou meetings, she held out the taichou haori, he took it without a word. He stood waiting expectantly for the next object. Saki's zanpukto Hebinoō was hanging from her obi, reluctantly she untied it, and held it in her hands before her, she stared at it with regret deep in her eyes, and readied herself for one last conversation with the zanpukto that had stuck by her for all of these years.

Oh man… she groaned, and she felt her throat close up.

She really didn't want do this.