Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.

A/N: Hi guys. Ok, you guys all know I'm crazy, right? So, it's no biggie that I would start another story. It came to me and I had to write it down, because Yamamoto doesn't get any story time. In case any of you didn't notice. So, I had to write another Ukitake fic but this is different people and I'm so excited!

Chapter 1 Nova

Do you know what it feels like to have a hole punched through your chest? For a horrifying split second Jushiro Ukitake did. By the ferocity of the pain and the harsh impact of the attack he pretty much summoned up his fate as death, knowing as soon as he opened his eyes, if he opened his eyes, he would not see Soul Society before him.

To his astonishment he was granted the power to open his eyes even to go as far as to consider himself blessed to see Soul Society in his wake. It was raining, dark, and it was very quiet, he raised a shocked hand to his chest where the source of his death should be. Blinking, he took an uncertain step forward than another; he didn't waste away like he feared would happen, so that was a bonus. However, something was off, he didn't know what and he didn't really have a good reason for having that suspicion but it felt different. Than again being dead was something he never really considered to be a pleasant feeling. He still had his zanpukto so if he ever did come into any danger he had a way of protecting himself. Suddenly a group of Soul reapers came around the corner torches held in their hands, he stared at them for a moment, gathering up himself together he approached the group. The damp air hanging heavily around him.

"Excuse me, where is Captain Shunsui?" he asked

The quartet, made up of two men and two women, stared back at the man before them. Jushiro waited for their response and when they did he immediately was taken a back as they pulled out their zanpukto's from their sheathes, dropping the torches. He watched as three of the torches clattered on the ground where they were discarded and the one rolled between him and the group.

"Who are you? And what do you want with captain Shunsui?" the male spiky haired brunette demanded.

Jushiro, though slightly confused, answered the middle aged man. "One he might be seriously injured and two he is my friend. Please, it is an urgent matter."

The man shared a look with his group than glared at the captain. "Who are you? A direct answer would be wise." he warned

Jushiro was silent wondering why he would have to explain who he was. Anyone who has seen him or even met him would know that he is one of the oldest captains to live in Soul Society, but the more he stares back at the quartet in front of him the more he realized he didn't recognize any of them. The man took a threatening step forward.

"Last chance intruder!" he snapped out.

The others mirrored his actions hands gripping their zanpukto's tightly. Jushiro became stern.

"Listen, I don't know what's going on but never the less it seems that you all have to be reminded of who I am. Captain Jushiro Ukitake of the thirteenth division. Now put down your swords and be reasonable."

It was the man's turn to look confused. "What comes from your mouth is lies either you tell us the truth or die where you stand."

"I assure you I am who I say I am. Now, enough of this nonsense and tell me where captain Shunsui is."

"I will tell you nothing of his where a bouts either you surrender now or be killed!"

In a flash Jushiro unsheathed his zanpukto as the man sprung at him. He blocked the attack with ease pushing the soul reaper back.

"Enough!" Jushiro commanded

Still the soul reaper attacked him with surprising speed and agility, but Jushiro was of higher rank and therefore had more experience. The other three soul reapers joined in the assault Jushiro quickly used flash step catching them off guard as he appeared on a roof top above them. He didn't want to harm them he just had to find Kyoraku he flash stepped from their sights but it didn't stop them from sounding the alarm.

The rain came down harder as he ran across the roof tops toward the eight division. Everything looked the same but the atmosphere had changed everything seemed darker and dreary his eyes caught site of another search party heading in his direction. He quickly dove down into the shadows hoping the darkness would conceal him as he made his way through the streets. All seemed to be going well, when he came to a grinding halt as another group appeared ahead of him.

"Find him at any cost!"

"Yes, sir!"

Jushiro ducked into a corner pressing himself against the wall as a burly man passed by. He waited than turned in the direction of the fourth division, knowing he couldn't go back to his own because they would be waiting there for him. The eight division was definitely off limits, not sure why everyone was out to get him he didn't want to stick around to find out. He stole a look behind him to see if he was being followed, giving a slight smile to find that he wasn't but it quickly turned into surprise as he came faced to face with a small man his slightly long black hair falling into his eyes. Behind him a woman with long greyish- black hair a captain's haori fitting snugly on her strong figure. Pushing aside the young man she took out her zanpukto protectively stepping in front of him glaring at Jushiro.

"Leave!"

Jushiro took a step forward. "Retsu-it's me Jushiro."

She furrowed her brow than swung her blade making a gash on his left arm. He winced; putting a pale hand to the wound he looked wide eyed at her.

"I don't know how you know my name but I will not hesitate to end your life!"

Jushiro flash stepped away from that division not wanting to injure her, even if her intention s were the opposite of him. He cleared passed the fifth, sixth, seventh, divisions, be lined away from the eighth toward the tenth but he soon found that another barrier blocked his way. The captain of the tenth division but…even though he was very similar to the tenth division captain it wasn't him.

"Halt! If you make a move it will be your last."

Jushiro gritted his teeth, it seemed like everyone was out to get him the only place left was the first division. He turned but as the other captain had promised he was hit with a full blast of ice he miraculously blocked it but his landing wasn't as graceful as he hoped as he was slammed into the wall across from him.

Jushiro rose to his feet raising his zanpukto and crashing it to the ground bringing wave after wave toward the other captain knocking him to the ground. His triumph was shot lived as he saw a glint of pink in his Perivale vision he let out a yelp as a sharp pain cut into his side bringing him down on one knee as he clutched his right side painfully. He flash stepped again but was knocked down by a mighty current of wind, he winced gripping his zanpukto he woke Sogyo won kotowari splitting the blade in to two.

"I will fight you all if I have too!" he challenged as he saw the captains in front of him.

"You will lose." the eighth division captain shot out.

"Than so be it."

All off the captains attacked but he knew their secrets he knew them all to well. However, his body was weak and to ward off such powerful attacks acquired full strength he was sent traveling over the ground as the earth came alive under his feet. He grimaced as he held his head still managing to keep his own and after what seemed like eternity the battle came to a sickening end as fire etched and blazed from the ground the pressure tossing him around like a rag doll. His descent was revolting as he was smashed hard into the earth, his vision blurred around the edges as he tried to get to his feet.

"He still continues to defy us." the seventh division captain stated

Jushiro managed to look up to see the man responsible for his pain. He didn't recognize him at first, his hair a deep reddish brown, his skin a medium tan. Then it was the eyes, the eyes gave it away and as the young man crouched down in front of him. His name escaped his lips as he passed out.

"Yamamoto…"

A/N: Ok, if you review or don't review it won't change the fact that I have to continue this story!

Thanks for reading.

Flirty Angel.