I'm going to reiterate if you did not read the summary, that there are very mature themes and subjects in this story. They come at you right away so DO NOT READ if you can't handle it or don't understand any of it.

Renji and Rukia were walking together on a joint patrol, talking casually while staying alert for anything out of the ordinary. The trees rustled overhead and the moon cast a faint glow on the surrounding white-washed walls.

"So how did the introduction go?" Rukia asked.

"Your sister seems naturally shy upon meeting new people and you know how Captain Kuchiki hardly says anything normally. It was stiff," Renji responded dully, referring to the brief meeting that Hisana had to go through before being formally accepted into a new squad. "Maybe she'll reel him in like she does unwittingly with other men. It would be good for her after the incident and good for my captain to lighten it up with us squad members." It was clearly a jive but it rubbed Rukia the wrong way.

"What exactly do you mean?" Rukia asked mildly offended.

"I happen to be a man who talks to other men and hears them talking. She's something of a commodity among us. I've heard some pretty sick things about-"

"I don't need to hear them repeated." Rukia reminded a bit harshly. She was all at once disgusted by those people who admired Hisana and slightly envious of her older sister.

"Right, I was just saying." Rukia knew full well the incident Renji had mentioned. Hisana had been forced into it against her will and cried in her room the entire night out of guilt for even remotely enjoying it. Captain Aizen had taken full advantage of her older sister, a subordinate of his. Apparently he had locked her into the squad library and forcefully performed oral on her. When she came home a hot mess explaining, rather guiltily, what happened, Rukia had urgently suggested she transfer squads. Luckily, explaining the situation briefly to Renji, he was able to pull a few strings and get her into squad six on short notice. It was an amazing feat, really, and Rukia was impressed with how Renji pulled it off. Squad six had long since stopped taking female applicants years ago for a number of reasons mostly pertaining to the Captain's much desired privacy and peace of mind. So there was no shortage of women in the sixth, however there were equally just as many men- as the captain preferred them to help him with certain missions instead of the women.

"I know, I'm sorry I'm so irritable. I should be thanking you for helping my sister out in such a big way. And your honor about keeping the reason quiet is also appreciated." Rukia smiled up at him and he shyly looked away.

"It was nothing."

"Actually it's incredible. How did you get him to accept her application?"

"It wasn't easy," He mumbled guiltily.

"Absolutely not," Byakuya replied without so much as a pitch change in his tone or the bat of an eyelash.

"Captain, it's alright. She won't bother you. You don't even have to seat her."

"I do not take chances on the uncertain based off my lieutenant's clearly unstable emotions about the topic. And, if she's been seated in her respective squad it would look bad to not place her in a similar seat here."

"So you will accept her?"

"If you offer me the reason for this sudden die-hard insistence, I will mull it over at a later time." Renji frowned, recalling the promise he made to Rukia to keep the issue mute.

"I can't."

"Then I gainsay the request." Byakuya said finally, turning back to his work. As he filled out important documents, Renji silently debated whether or not he should be truthful. He made his decision and went to lock the door to Captain Kuchiki's office. Byakuya, upon seeing his Renji's actions put his brush down and watched his jittery lieutenant bow his head slightly.

"I will tell you and I know on your honor that you will never tell another soul about it." Byakuya ignored Renji's childishness at stating the obvious. "It's about Captain Aizen…"

When Renji finished explaining Captain Kuchiki paused for a moment, his face more deadpan than ever.

"I see. This is her application?" He said picking up the papers Renji had placed on his desk earlier that morning and Renji nodded, watching in surprise as his captain picked up his brush. "She's the ninth seat of squad five currently. We already have a ninth seat."

"What about the tenth seat position that recently became open for applicants?" Renji proposed.

"It would look suspicious and inelegant if she were not seated at least as eighth seat or lower. The reason for her transfer would become apparent if she settled for a lower seat."

"I don't believe we have a seventh seat, Captain."

"We do." Byakuya responded pointedly. "I have no choice but to give her the sixth seat. You should pray her abilities are good enough for the tasks awaiting her. She just might wish she was back in squad five."

"I must admit I haven't ever seen her fight. But I swear to train her myself if her abilities are not up to par." Renji bowed as his captain placed his seal of approval on her application.

"I must note, this is the first request you've ever submitted for a stat transfer. I can't help but wonder if the girl's connection to a certain lieutenant of squad thirteen might have something to do with it." Renji fought and masked his embarrassment well.

Rukia returned home late from the patrol and Hisana was sitting in their shared room, clutching her transfer letter.

"I still can't believe I'm going to be the sixth seat. I'm not strong enough." Hisana mumbled to herself.

"Relax, Renji is going to start your training first thing tomorrow, so rest up." Rukia said startling her sister.

"You know my kido is better than my swordsmanship."

"Believe me, I understand that feeling. But Renji is a great swordsman. He'll help you a lot. Just don't ask for pointers in kido. You might get your eyebrows blown off." Rukia smiled and Hisana giggled slightly before settling down into her bed for the night.

"How was the patrol?"

"Uneventful." Rukia yawned. "Good luck tomorrow if you leave before me."

"Thank you." Hisana said falling asleep.

Dressed in her uniform and making her way to the barracks of the sixth which was fortunately on the other side of the Seireitei from the fifth, Hisana was surprisingly calm. How different could the entire sixth squad be from her old one? She loved her old squad she just detested its captain; it pained her to leave her friends behind. Stepping through the gates she was greeted by lieutenant Abarai himself. She bowed and greeted him formally.

"I hope you're ready for training all day. It's going to be a very packed schedule this week so this may be the only time this month I can gauge your abilities."

"I understand, sir." She said determined to make a good impression. Of course, the good impression didn't last very long after their first sparring match on the training grounds. She was thrown across the field, feet over head, rolling and skidding to a dirty, grass-stained stop. Flushing, Hisana saw Renji looking over her with concern.

"I hope you aren't too hurt," he offered his hand and she took it to get back up.

"I'm alright."

"Show me the second stance again, and hit my blade as hard as you can." He instructed. She nodded and lunged, her shoulders trembling with all the strength she could muster. She could barely budge his blade. "That won't do. Especially if your opponent is larger than you." He tossed his sword down and pushed up one of her sleeves.

"Um, what-"

"You have hardly any muscle on these arms. What did you do in squad five?"

"Mostly paperwork."

"Ah, well, I can show you the basic techniques but after that we are going to start strength training your muscles." The entire day was a grueling workout for Hisana and she kept up with Renji as best as she could. By sunset she was sprawled on her back, so sore and tired she didn't know if it was worth the trip home to sleep when she had the soft grass beneath her.

"I take it you'll want to stay in your room in the barracks tonight."

"If it isn't too much trouble." Hisana responded sitting up and fastening her zanpakuto to her belt. She proceeded to follow Renji back to the barracks. There was an unsure silence between them. She had known him since he was a young boy with Rukia back in the rukongai. But he had always been Rukia's friend and never really spent time near Hisana.

"Well, you picked a good night to board in the barracks. The only other person staying will be the captain and he's silent as the grave so you'll have plenty of peace and quiet."

"I see. Is he…a good captain?" She asked softly and worriedly. Renji looked down at her concerned expression and smiled.

"He's a little rough around the edges in terms of no sense of humor or um, well, emotion, but he treats everyone justly and respectfully." He said as they walked through the squad six gates. He pointed her over to the large lodging and gave her a key. "It's not too hard, your room number is based off of your rank. The captain is room one, I'm room two, and you're room six."

"Simple enough," She smiled taking the key. "Where should I go in the morning?"

"Report to headquarters for a meeting with Captain Kuchiki. He'll want to speak with you after I turn in my report. He always meets with new recruits. After that, you can go into the squad lounge where we usually eat our morning meal as a group." She bowed.

"Thank you for your patience today, lieutenant. I really appreciate all that you taught me."

"Don't mention it. You're part of our team now. We wouldn't be a team if we didn't help each other out, now would we?" Hisana smiled and waved as he walked home. She went into the lodging and realized her room was on the third floor, so she climbed two flights of stairs and found her room was right next to them. She slipped the key into the door and slid it open before locking it behind her. Lighting the lanterns, she saw a nice open room with rolled up bedding, a built-in closet, empty chests with a small mirror perched atop, and a closed window. She went to slide it open and gasped at her view of the entire Seireitei. It was breathtaking from her viewpoint to see the stairs above mingle with the bobbing lantern light below. She smiled. For the first time in a long time, Hisana felt comfortable and somewhat safe.

The harassments had started not long after her entrance into the thirteen court guard squads. She was seated immediately as the ninth seat of the fifth division for her kido skills. Her sister was already lieutenant of the thirteenth by the time she graduated, merely because Rukia had gone off with Renji to become soul reapers well before she ever considered it a possibility for herself.

At first, Captain Aizen was indifferent to her. She was able to make many good friends in the fifth with her soft-spoken ways and gentle politeness that attracted many to her for sympathies or a friendly and genuine conversation. She hadn't thought much about her captain's growing amounts of summons to his office. She would show up and accept the paperwork he had for her before returning to her own shared office. However, the more she appeared in his own office, the longer he kept her. His usual excuse was he needed things around the room cleaned or put into order, which she didn't mind so much. She was low on the totem pole of authority and mundane tasks such as cleaning usually fell to people in her position.

But as these requests increased over the years and as she would clean and tidy up the things in the room, she could feel his eyes following her and watching her steadily. Eventually he started to say very inappropriate things to her, making her very uncomfortable and embarrassed. It was when he started trying to touch her here and there that she knew she couldn't last much longer in the squad. She kept all of these happenings from her sister until one very agonizing circumstance in the squad library.

The next morning she reported to the Captain's office, awaiting permission to enter. When he finally consented she stepped in and bowed. He had his back turn to her.

"My lieutenant has informed me that you're ability with the sword is impressive." Confused, Hisana wondered why Renji reported a lie. Unable to think about the reasons, she barely got her sword out in time to block the captain's falling blade. The blow of his zanpakuto sent her sliding back until her spine snapped against the wall and he had only used one arm to do it.

"W-what-"

"It appears he lied." Captain Kuchiki sheathed his sword and turned from her with an air of disappointment. "You may go." In utter bewilderment and humiliation she headed for the lounge where most of the squad sat sequestered in their own friendly and rather open clique-corners. Yet she picked a spot to sit alone to begin eating her breakfast. To her surprise a young man came and sat beside her.

"You must be the new sixth seat, I'm the fourth seat. Akitada is the name."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Hisana." He smiled.

"Well, Hisana, here at squad six we try not to isolate ourselves from one another too much. We get enough of that from our captain, who I'm sure has his good reasons. But as a team we like to be inclusive." They went onto to discuss random topics over the day's first meal. One of which was Akitada's graduation honors in law. He seemed really passionate about it and got excited when he explained it to her. She thought about how nice it would be if she had found a subject that got her so happy and worked up. She also thought about how much it wasn't a coincidence that most of the members of the squad she talked to that day had in some way been intellectually tied to laws and the governing of the Seireitei. The sixth squad held firm to its reputation for upholding laws strictly and obediently.

Over the next few months, Hisana would train by herself with the routine lieutenant Abarai had haphazardly created for her to improve her strength in order to wield her zanpakuto more efficiently and confidently. When he got the time, Renji would spar with her himself and note on what still needed improving in his absence. She learned quickly that regimen was sacred as a member of the sixth squad and if it wasn't difficult and pushing one to their limits, it wasn't good enough. So she would force herself up early in the mornings, meet with the other early risers of the squad for breakfast which almost always included the Captain himself and mostly other men. She would eat a moderate meal that she disciplined herself to become accustomed to: only healthy super-foods and protein. Then she would get straight to her paperwork that was evenly divided among the top ten seats with the exception of the Captain who had his own special work to complete. She found the paperwork of the sixth was also much more intellectually challenging as most of it was a result of legal proceedings or theoretical law. It was a good exercise for stretching her mental capacities.

She'd finish or break for a light, bland lunch consisting usually of rice and some sort of fish, before heading to the training fields to complete her usual strength routine. She'd then go to her room in the lodgings for a quick bath before dinner at the squad lounge usually by herself. Most people went out with friends for dinner but seeming her daily routine was so strict she hadn't much time to make as close relationships with her fellow squad members as she had when she was in the fifth squad. So she ate alone and allowed her last meal to be the richest of the day. Then she'd returned to her lodgings to read or just unwind. If it was a particularly stressful day, she'd head to the kido wall. The wall was designed to withstand all kido attacks and simulate bakudo attacks. It was also a bona fide way of getting out her frustrations. Within the year, she had pushed all of her capacities well beyond her assumed limitations and her confidence was slowly gaining on her.

When it was officially her first year anniversary as the sixth seat, she physically noted how she was much stronger and agile than she had ever been before with thanks to Renji. She still didn't believe she was anywhere near the power a sixth seat should possess but she was getting much closer.

She had accompanied Renji to a Captain's meeting to keep him company while he waited for their captain, as well as go over her progress in training. They wound up mostly talking to Rukia, however. Hisana saw considerably less and less of her sister now that she basically lived on the squad six grounds. It was nice to see her for a change. When the Captains began to file out, Hisana was thankful that Captain Kuchiki was the first one to leave so that she and Renji could get out faster. But it wasn't fast enough to escape what she had been trying to avoid. She heard the poisonous voice of the man who stole something of hers that never belonged to him in the first place.

"My, what a lovely surprise. My former ninth seat." Hisana quietly hoped for her Captain and Lieutenant to keep walking so she wouldn't have to respond but they stopped to face Aizen, forcing her to do the same.

"Hello, Captain Aizen." Hisana said stiffly.

"There is no need to be so formal with me. We were after all, so very informal while you were under my jurisdiction." Her face turned red with frustration and anger. Seeing this, he smiled. "Of course, I suppose you're under Captain Kuchiki's control now and as a sixth seat no less." Captain Kuchiki nodded.

"I suppose it's also been a year, hasn't it?"

"And two months and ten days." She added for effect.

"It seems you missed me. Just know that there will always be a position for you in my squad should you ever wish to return." He smiled before passing with lieutenant Hinamori. Renji saw the tears welling in Hisana's eyes.

"Are you alright?" Renji muttered reaching out to place a hand on her shoulder. She shoved it away not saying anything.

"Carry on, Captain." Hisana said curtly. Seeing her obvious distress, Captain Kuchiki ignored the fact that she just gave him an order and continued the walk towards their division. The second they passed through the gates she didn't wait for her captain to dismiss her, instead she ran to the lodgings trying to hide her tears from those she nearly mowed down on her hellish race towards her room.

Once locked inside she flopped face first onto her bedding, she beat her fist against the ground. She had spent her entire year trying to recover her self-awareness and trust only for him to tear it down in mere minutes. She hated the man. She wanted to expose who he really was, but in doing so she'd go down with him as the weak girl who couldn't resist his advances. She shook the images that plagued her mind refusing to return to that day of abuse and of what she was pretty sure was a form of rape.

Late that night was just the night to use the kido wall. Outside on the training field alone she angrily cried as she roughly practiced her kido. Luckily she was the only one left on the grounds so she shouted the incantations with as much rage as she wanted.

"Ye lord! Mask of flesh and bone, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Truth and temperance, upon this sinless wall of dreams unleash but slightly the wrath of your claws. Hado number 33 Sokatsui!" The light fizzled and fell flat in front of her. When she couldn't get that particular hado to work as powerfully as she wished she placed her hands on her head and dropped her head back, breathing hard.

"You shouldn't let your emotions get in the way of your kido. It will become sloppy and useless." A low voice commanded. She turned around in bewilderment to quickly bow to her captain.

"Forgive me, Captain Kuchiki, I did not think anyone was on the perimeter tonight." He was dressed for sleep and she realized she had awaken him with her shouting and explosions.

"Try it again." He commanded. She obeyed, getting ahold of herself, repeating the incantation and watching in amazement as the spell burst forth from her hands in a powerful slam that shook the kido-resistant wall. She bent over panting from the energy it took. He stared at her. "No one informed me of your abilities with kido."

"I never thought my skills were anything special enough to tell people about."

"You lack faith in yourself." He observed critically. "That is a poor quality to possess. One who cannot put faith in themselves will be unable to trust their abilities and at worst, be unable to trust their zanpakuto."

"It's impossible to put faith in oneself if one can be so easily manipulated by others!" She burst out turning her head away from him. She forced a stiff bow and an inclement apology before walking past him.

In the morning she dreaded going to breakfast knowing she'd have to face Captain Kuchiki after her maltreatment of him the other night. As she slid back the door to the lounge she saw next to nobody inside. She figured it must have been one hell of a party that the others had attended over the weekend and assumed many were hung over in their rooms, accounting for the two other squad members talking softly and tiredly to one another over hot cups of tea, and the Captain looming over a book in hand and an untouched plate of food. Walking in, she greeted everyone in the room softly and abashedly. The two unseated members barely acknowledged the greeting but her captain just gave her an unreadable look. She walked over to a space to prepare herself tea, near where he was standing. When the tension reached a point she couldn't ignore she turned to him out of the blue and bowed at the waist.

"I sincerely apologize for my behavior the other night. It was rude and ungracious way of me to respond to your suggestions, Captain." Hisana bowed deeply.

"I too meant no insult. Simply constructive criticism. I realize now that your temperament was in no disposition for such feedback." She blinked when she realized he had just apologized to her. The captain treats everyone justly and respectively, she reminded herself of the lieutenant's words and looked up at Captain Kuchiki with a sort of awe as he walked past her indifferently to leave the room.

She went to turn back to her tea when she realized he hadn't touched his plate of food because there were two plates prepared. One was empty, save a few crumbs, the other ready to be eaten. What stunned her even more was that it had been prepared to her specific morning preferences. She guiltily picked the plate up along with her cup of tea and went to sit near the other two to merely listen to their conversation and make no attempt of joining in. Her captain was clearly expressing concern of her and she had so rudely dismissed the first attempt the previous night. Had her character fallen so low? To the point where she couldn't even recognize kindness when it was being offered to her? She cursed Aizen once more in her mind. He had stolen much more from her than she had at first realized.

Author's Note: Because I have clinicals for the next month ( a 9 to 5 that doesn't get paid) it will be really hard to update the other two stories. So naturally, here is a story I have been working on when I get writers block for the others. It was supposed to be a one shot and it turned into something a lot darker. Autumn does that to me. I hope you like chapter one! Chapter two to come soon! ...f***ing Aizen...

I really wanted to try to write a bleach themed story in the Seireitei again. I've tried many times before and failed to do it justice. I feel like this doesn't fall as short as previous attempts of mine. Also I'm trying REALLY hard to keep Byakuya in character and it's a pain in my rear and I will probably fail later on but I did try!

Oh yeah, and this is like still way back in the soul society arc and I sort of omit Ichigo from existence in this story so sorry, but I do that sometimes. Rukia is a lieutenant here, though, because I figured with Hisana still alive and everything there is no "nii-sama" and Rukia gets placed appropriately right away. So, half-sorry for the changes and the darker themes and tones!