A/N: Okay so last time I told you all I was insane for making another story on top of everything. But this time a better word to describe me is probably a mad rabid lunatic! This makes six bleach stories I believe? And none of them are complete…oh wait one of those is a Maximum Ride story but oh well it's a story none the less.

I better see all you people that made me agree to making this story, reviewing and reading! (That means the ten of you who were for this story that are reading my 'Why does one thing always lead to another' story…damn that's a long name to type.)

IMPORTANT: THIS STORY IS WRITTEN BACKWARDS IN TIME! SO IT STARTS OFF IN THE FUTURE AND WORKS IT'S WAY BACK TO THE BEGINNING! (Thought you'd like to know)

Chapter 10

(Yes, this is why I explained above the chapters are starting opposite too! Which many of you could guess by now, this story is only ten chapters. )

.day as plain as are others while coming seen are never which of some ,surprises many produces Life

(Aren't you glad the writing isn't backwards as well! If you got any meaning out of the somewhat sentence above you got quite an open mind.)

Okay… the real beginning…I mean end?

Life produces many surprises, some of which never are seen coming while others are as plain as day. Life is foreseen, always expected. Death though is one of those unseen surprises, at least for most. Why do I leave room for optimism you ask? Well, there always has been that one person who has seen death, maybe even welcomed it. But who am I referring to, and how do I know this? (I know this because I'm your Neko writer) and the person who's demise was known from the beginning, well close to the beginning is the one and only Ichigo Kurosaki whose story is about to unfold right before your very eyes. The good, the bad, sad, tragic times everything combined into a single creation for everyone to be enlightened by.

10 years

"…An unlikely story such as this one is different from the rest, more fulfilling, leaving something to be desired after each chapter. A tale whose characters face intimate battles, wielding swords and relinquishing evil. One which makes you piece together events, stringing together important memories. But most of all this story is a piece of non-fiction (A/N: lie!) down to the very last speak of dust…"

"ICHIGO!" Damn must hide, wife coming.

Whatever prompted me to marry Rukia Kuchiki is beyond me.

"Your slacking…again!" Another incredibly long, dull 'official' speech was coming my way I could sense it.

"But captaining is all paper work and no action. This is defiantly not what I thought I was getting into." I sighed leaping back into my office chair staring at the mound of paper work sprawled across the desk.

"You said yes, and took the robe, you're stuck whether you like it or not…captain." My body was itching to slice an arrancar in half, hell I'd settle for a hollow.

When I became captain of the newly found squad 14 about two years ago, I thought I'd be doing something worthwhile, I mean I seriously didn't think all the paperwork everyone always complained about was that bountiful. They assured me that once the first wave was gone, most of it would die down. Kenpachi even told me to bribe subordinates to finish it off. Although his 'bribing' was considered harsh and cruel.

"Listen I'm your lieutenant as well as your wife. If you need a break then go, I'll take over for a little while." Oh yeah I remembered why I'm now bound to the midget, I loved her.

"I won't be gone very long." I cheerfully stated pulling my wife into a tight embrace, kissing her forehead.

She dragged my head down to hers softly peaking my lips, the feeling of her small mouth rubbing against mine.

"Ichigo…" her angelic voice caught my attention.

"Yes?" My tough attitude was pretty much demolished at this point, it only snuck a visit during fired sparing.

"You better not take advantage of your wife. Understand?" Her grip was now harder than wanted, close to crushing an organ or two.

What happened to that angelic voice? When did it become sinister?

"Rukia I wouldn't dream of it." I sighed with disappointment, now that my plans were washed down the drain.

"…Ichigo our main character was no ordinary human as you could tell. In fact the human he once was no longer was part of his identity. No, he was killed around a year ago, in a not so accident 'accident', but you'll soon learn of that as the story goes on. Rukia, his wife was also one of his kind, at some points strict, but at others a caring wife. There friends and family, for the most part were all of this species. But what creature was so developed that it even surpasses the human race? The one whose will power and strength, not to mention their decisive skills develop into a highly effective fighting being, the shinigami also known as the death gods control the earth along with soul society. The shinigami are certainly a thing to be feared, but who is to fear one that is unrenowned to them?…"

Soul society had changed greatly since my first break in ten or so years ago. Most the building had been destroyed between bontou, hollows, the war, and well me. Actually I am pretty sure most were demolished due to my uncontrolled fighting style. Oh well, it's not like I had to pay for them. Of course their idea of payback was probably forcing me to take up this new squad. It specified in ultimate attack, in other words the best of the best are sent to me. I train them in Bankai mostly, basically if you're being sent to my squad that means you're being promoted. Everyone is at lieutenant level, which means my lieutenant is above that and yes, that is my wife.

"What do we have here? Captain Kurosaki crawled out of his cave did he?" A voice I've grown to hear on a constant basis echoed from behind me.

"This job is insane Renji…

"…A new character is being added, Renji Abarai, lieutenant of squad six. What is a lieutenant or captain do you ask? They are the elite, specially trained to be able to bring down anything. Below them are other shinigami, they take care of smaller objectives, but none the less are a force to be recon with. There's three requirements that one needs to have to become a shinigami; one they must hold some type of skill, two must have been trained at the local school found in soul society, and three the most important that is almost impossible to achieve this goal is…death…"

…I haven't had a break in weeks. How do you take it this long?" I slumped over, exhaustion from late nights and mind baring paperwork were making me old, even if that was impossible.

"You'll get over it sooner or later cap." He laughed pulling me into a headlock messing my hair from it's already matted down state.

"Oi! Stop, I'm your freaking superior. Does that ring a bell?"

He stopped for a second still not releasing my head, "um, nope. Your still the same Ichigo to me."

Oddly that was nice to hear, ever since my joining of the 14th squad I've been treated with the up most respect, which made my skin crawl. Renji has never treated me indifferently, except during battle here he took out his finest fighting skills since he'd be road kill if he let up.

"Kurosaki sorry to bother you, but there are some important matters that need your attending to!" One of my subordinates yelled flash stepping in front of the rough housing scene.

I nodded flash stepping away along with him, so much for a break. My underlings have very strict orders when it comes to proper addressing, no calling me captain or using 'respectful' manners at least with me anyhow. It was annoying beyond reason with captain this and captain that. Also I could do without the hundred pardon me's per day.

"So, what's wrong?" He seemed like he was holding back from laughing, but his face remained straight, well mostly straight.

"Your wife." My heart stopped cold, if anything happened to her head would roll.

"What's wrong with her is she okay?" My tone was nervous beyond reason thinking of the worse case scenarios, a very bad habit I've had since the accident that occurred four years ago involving alcohol and a very sharp object.

"We think she's fine, but…" We stopped in front of the squad 14 headquarters which might I add was the biggest training section ever devoted to the Seiratei. Soi fong was quite envious.

"Rukia!" I barged through the door half in a panic looking at the scene that unfolded before me.

"What the fuck?" I was dumbfounded all that there was to see was a gigantic stack of at least 10,000 pieces of paper sprawled on the floor.

"You." I pointed to the shinigami that brought me here. "Where's my wife?" The blood lust was gone, simply replaced by a awkward sounding tone.

"That's the thing I think the pile on your desk toppled over, burying her." His mouth now was curved in a smile.

"Your serious?" He nodded. "And why did you need me for this?"

His mouth opened to answer, but all that was to be heard was Rukia's voice calling out from under the pile. "Because they are mean son of a bitches who thought it was hilarious to watch me struggle." The whole sentence was muffled since paper I assumed was blocking her mouth.

Before going to attended to my still buried wife I whispered to my subordinate, "good job, you have the night off." He nodded flashing out of my sight, but I could have sworn I could here a laugh being muttered.

"Rukia, maybe paperwork is too much for you huh?" I laughed kneeling down starting to take paper by paper off the pile sorting it all back on my desk.

So much crap, what is this? I have to approve a lunch menu? I gulped, I seriously hoped everyone in my squad got lunch since this wasn't signed.

"Ichigo, what's more important paperwork or you're wife?" Oh yeah right.

"Ichigo was a special case though, he did not attempted death when he first became one the beings. It was hereditary whether he liked it or not. This though was the reason for meeting his wife, Rukia and I'm sure if given the choice I'm sure Ichigo would pick the exact same path in a heart beat. For if he did not know Rukia, there would have always been that huge gap in his chest, making him feel incomplete for this girl was literally his soul mate.

After five minutes of plucking papers I finally grabbed something soft and squishy. I knew exactly what it was and now I was really glad they brought me to do this job.

"Ichigo!" A shocked voice came from under the paper.

"But Rukia, when do I ever get a chance to touch your chest?" Wow I could feel her furry from under the paper. I sighed getting back to work.

"Are you happy?" Rukia was bright red averting her head from his gaze.

"Thank you." her gratitude was soft, mumbled, but still audible.

"What was that?" I said playfully with a sly grin.

"Nothing, you good for nothing…" Did she realize she just set herself up for what was to come next?

"Good for nothing? Well, then I better get to doing something." Her beautiful eyes skimmed my expression, most likely trying to figure what I meant by that.

"What do you-" I didn't let her finish before I dived on top of her my body pressing hers to the ground making it inevitable for her to move.

My mouth trapped hers in a long passionate kiss, tongues colliding invading not so foreign land, well at least at this point. 'I' was growing, I could feel my pants tighten, Rukia always had the same damn affect of me all these years. My hands wandered through the opening near the chest and encircled their targets making my senses urn for more skin contact.

"I don't think this piece of clothing is necessary don't you think? Mrs. Kurosaki."

"What if?" her voice was tired and frail, not too many people every hear that voice besides me.

Actually, no one should have if so I want names.

"Don't worry no one's going to see." She seemed to debate for a bit before freezing up swiftly pushing my body off hers.

"Yes, nobody's going to see besides her brother." A very pissed off male voice filled my system with false fear.

"Whatever came over me letting Rukia marry a lowly human like yourself." His tone was blood curdling, this was I believe the third time he actually caught us doing it.

"Well, this lowly human happens to be squad 14 captain, the best of the best." I let him get away with human, even though I was clearly not anymore, but old habits die hard.

He snarled at me, griping his fists tighter, "Captains meeting." is all he said before swiftly and soundlessly walking back out the door.

As I figured after all these years I still was bad at sensing reiatsu.

"But this 'soul mate' of his was also related to one Kuchiki Byakuya with an iron grudge held on him. This therefore making it seem impossible for the two to be together. But amazingly enough he aloud the two to marry…"

"And that is where we end today everyone."

The book was gently placed down as the classroom was slowly emptied leaving only a few straggling slow pokes behind.

"Sensei? Is that book really true?"

"You shouldn't believe everything you hear from a book Masaki."

The old man responded rubbing the eighth graders head, messing up the dark orange hair on her head. "

But you also should not think everything is false now should you?"

She gave a sly smile leaving the room, books in hand.

"You're quite a perceptive one, now aren't you."

A/N: Well I guarantee that most if not all of you are confused since it's told from three different views at different times, but it goes together really nicely! So, tell me what you think of it! REVIEW!!!-Once again your Neko Writer

Did any of you guys happen to noitce that Ichigo acted somewhat like Urahara, i noticed that half way through. Well, i suppose like sensei like student.

...Please note that i don't think this is edited very well so please don't burn me down because of that!...