It was the dead of night. They were in a large park. They stood back to back, all nine of them. They were surrounded on all sides. Surrounded, by at least a hundred armed warriors. Every one of them was injured in some way. Every one of them, faced their enemies with a look of hate and confusion in their eyes. Nobody had moved for some time, but the nine had not lowered their guards. They held their swords up, prepared for the battle to begin again. Finally, one of the nine, one who had orange hair and wielded a fierce looking black sword the size of his own body, spoke.

"Why…?" He whispered, looking at the ground. He raised his head, his brown eyes glaring.

"Why would you do this!?" Ichigo Kurosaki shouted. He glared at one of his enemies. He was an old looking man, with a white beard that reached the ground. He stood with his cane positioned before him.

"It is law," he stated simply. Ichigo felt his anger and hurt rise even more.

"Law!? That's it!? This is how you repay us!? We fought for you! We won your war! And then you kill us!?" Ichigo glared at the Soul Reapers that were surrounding him and his fellow Vizards. There were around a hundred of them, at least fifteen from each squad, including their captains and lieutenants. Some looked determined, others looked on with sadness and regret.

Ichigo silently asked himself how this could have happened. It was just the day after the war with Aizen had ended. It had been a hard fought battle. After words, Ichigo had taken to Uraharas to heal…He had woken to Soi Fon, about to stab him with Suzumebachi. The rest had gone by in a blur. He had fought every Soul Reaper that tried to kill him. He fought, and found himself with the other Vizards in Karakura Park. And now they were surrounded. Ichigo watched as a white haired man wearing a white robe made his way over to Yamamoto.

"Head captain Yamamoto!" Ukitake pleaded, "You must stop this!" Yamamoto didn't turn his gaze away from Ichigo.

"I cannot,"

"But they have done nothing wrong!"

"Not yet," Yamamoto replied. Ichigo tightened his grip on Zangetsu. Kyoraku stepped up beside Yamamoto.

"Yama, are you sure about this?" He asked softly, a sad look in his eye. Yamamoto nodded. Ichigo glared at all of them. All of them, excluding one…

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Rukia Kuchiki was on her knees, her eyes wide, filled with fear and hurt. She couldn't move. She had been placed under a binding spell. Her brother, Byakuya Kuchiki was standing next to her. Rukia couldn't break the kido he had placed on her, she couldn't even speak. She looked down on the ground, on the verge of tears.

Ichigo…no! Why is this happening!? Why!?

She couldn't do anything. But then again, even if she could, what would she do. Would she stick to her oath? Her oath to serve the Soul Society. Or would she stand by Ichigo? She couldn't answer, her heart was too heavy.

She looked back up at Ichigo, and her heart shattered. She saw the pain in his eyes, the hurt…Everyone was trying to kill him. Allies, people who he had considered friends, people who he had fought and risked his life for…and they had betrayed him. He didn't deserve this. Suddenly she knew what she wanted to do, what she needed to do. She had to help him. Her best friend, a person who had always been there for her, who had threw rules and regulation away for her. And she had to do the same.

Suddenly she felt the Kido on her tighten. Her breathing came constricted. Her eyes went up to her brother, he wasn't looking at her. But he somehow must have sensed her decision. And he wasn't going to let her stick to it. She felt tears start to fall. The only thing she could do was look back at Ichigo…

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"Why are you doing this!?" Ichigo demanded again. Yamamoto looked at him. He reached into his robe and pulled out a scroll. It was very old looking, it crackled when he opened it.

"These laws have been the base of everything in the Soul Society. Decreed by the first council of Central Forty Six." He opened the Scroll a little more.

"Order Sixty Six, Any Hollow, any person pertaining to a Hollow, or any one relating to Hollow…" Yamamoto looked up.

"Is to be exterminated…" Ichigo stared at the head captain. They were going to kill them, because they were Vizards. Because they were part Hollow. Ichigo just stared at the captain. Silence reigned on for a few minutes.

"This isn't fair…" Ichigo finally said softly. Shinji, who was standing next to him, smirked sadistically.

"Course it ain't, But it the quickest way to get rid of a possible threat, and that's good enough for them,"

"To the group known as the Vizards!" Yamamoto shouted, "Drop you're Zanpakuto and surrender. Or die where you stand!" Nobody did anything. Ichigo gritted his teeth. He clenched the handle of his black blade until his hands started to bleed.

"you…BASTARDS!!!" He roared, letting out a burst of spiritual pressure. Every Soul reaper that wasn't brought to their knees tensed and grabbed their weapons. Ichigo struggle to reign in his power. Eventually he got his spiritual pressure under control. He panted heavily, fury radiating off him. Every Soul Reaper was looking at him. Some with fear, others with sadness. Shinji lowered his weapon slightly he looked over at Ichigo. He could see the hurt and betrayal in his eyes. He walked up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Ichigo…we gotta go…I don't know what you're going to do…but my group can't stay here…" Ichigo didn't look at him. After a minute of silence he spoke.

"Go…don't let them get you," He said. Shinji nodded.

"Right, And good luck with you," Ichigo nodded as well. Suddenly Shinji turned back to his Vizards.

"Well guys! Our jobs done here! Even though I kinda expected a thank you or something, it's fine! Lets leave these Soul Reapers to rot in hell! Let's getta outa here!" Within a blink of an eye all eight of them disappeared. Yamamoto stepped forward.

"After them!" He commanded. A third of the Soul Reapers flash stepped after them. The sounds of the chase soon died away. There were still about sixty Soul Reapers. Ichigo stood their alone, he was looking at the ground.

"Why…" He asked again. Yamamoto looked at him.

"Law," He replied. Ichigo didn't look up.

"Law…?" Yamamoto nodded.

"…I fought for you…I risked my life…to help you….I fought your war…" Ichigo said softly.

"I am sorry. But it has been decreed by the Soul Society, thousands of years ago," Ichigo didn't answer. After a minute Yamamoto spoke again.

"Substitute Soul Reaper, Ichigo Kurosaki, Drop your Zanpakuto and surrender. You will be taken back to the Soul Society…to be executed," Ichigo scowled lightly at the ground,, not being able to hide the pain in his eyes.

"and if I don't…" he asked.

"Then you will be executed here…" Yamamoto answered him. Ichigo said nothing. He didn't move. He just continued to look at the ground. Seconds passed by, Ichigo had said nothing. Every Soul Reaper watched him. Waiting for his response. The seconds continued to pass. Finally, a cold smirk made its way onto Ichigo face. He looked up, fury burning in his eyes. Suddenly his spiritual pressure exploded. Anyone who wasn't at least near a captains level was brought to their knees. The smirk stayed on Ichigo's face as his eyes turned black. A hollow mask formed before his face. Everyone could still feel him smirking at them.

"Catch me if you can," Ichigo seemingly evaporated. No one saw him move. Yamamoto jumped forward.

"STOP HIM!" He roared. Suddenly a section of the Soul Reapers was blasted away, their unconscious bodies flew everywhere. A black blur suddenly appeared on a rooftop a few hundred feet away. Ichigo Kurosaki was suddenly standing there. The Hollow mask fell away from his face. He was still smirking.

"Sorry, But I don't really feel like being executed!" He laughed at them, "So I'm gonna go! Oh and if I ever see anyone of you again, It'll be far too soon!" He turned go to. Suddenly brown eyes med violet…and his façade shattered. His gaze lingered on Rukia for a second, his eyes once again filled with pain and sadness. She looked back at him, her face echoing how he felt. He forced himself to harden his eyes. He turned his back to the Soul Reapers.

"Later," he spat, and disappeared again.

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Authors Note- this one's about one way the Soul Reapers might act when the wars over. It not something I see often in fan fiction so I figured I might try it out. It's a little sad I know, but that won't last too. I don't like writing sad stuff. But please review.