Holloween

Chapter One: New Captain

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It was a nice and peaceful day in the soul society as Rukia sat under the rood of the building that housed third division, which she wasn't officially apart of since she held no specific chair at the moment. Her short black hair resting on the towel that dried it, but wetness still clung to each individual strand, leaving tiny wet spots on the already wet towel. The chill of coming out of hot shower still wet with tiny drops of water that were like gems on her porcelain skin, mixed with the heat of the sun made Rukia feel drowsy as he mind started wander into a dream. She never heard the door open to hear her older adoptive brother walk into the room; his steps were like a breeze pushing on the hard wood floor making no sound in the process. A slight smile crept on his face as he saw Rukia laying there on the floor like some small child, she looked so much like her sister, Byakuya's late wife. Byakuya made a coughing sound that made Rukia jump in fright and as a result, tumbled into the outside through the open door. She was still in her bathrobe and Byakuya would be damned if some random shinigami would take a look at her in such a state. He quickly threw a large blanket over her and brought her inside the house before anybody noticed anything, well everyone except one Zaraki Kenpachi, who was chuckling at the sight. His vice-captain did not see what he saw and when Yachiru heard him chuckling, she could only assume that he had finally gone crazy.

"Ken-chan's gone mad," chanted Yachiru as she jumped up and down on his shoulder, not noticing that she was causing half of the sereitei to panic by shouting such a thing. To them, if Zaraki acted like he did sane, what would he do when he was insane.

Rukia quickly dried off while her brother waited for her to finish, a thing she always found annoying since she felt he shouldn't feel embarrassed to see her in such a manner, but Byakuya felt it wasn't proper. As she dried herself she wondered what important orders Byakuya had for her since he wasn't her captain and as the new vice-captain for a yet to be named division that had no captain. Slipping into her shinigami uniform, Rukia told her brother that she was decent and waited for him to tell her she could sit.

"Might I ask what news you have for me onee-san," asked Rukia as she bowed towards him, but he told her it wasn't necessary.

"I would like you to know that we have decided to make Kurasaki-san an official shinigami instead of just a deputy," announced Byakuya in his monotone voice. "As such, he will be living down there until we have the fourteenth division compound set up and he will be a third seat."

"Why is he a third seat when he could be a captain or vice-captain for that matter," asked Rukia as she stood up in outrage at the lack of respect shown to Ichigo.

"Because he doesn't have that much experience in ordering troops and he will start off as a third seat instead of taking your position because your more knowledgeable about things than him," replied Byakuya. "Right now, we are about to send you and a few other Shinigami captains and vice-captains, down to where Kurasaki-san lives to inform Kurosaki-san of his new position and to convince your captain to come back."

"Convince my captain to come back? You don't mean your going to reinstate Urahara-san?"

"No, but he is an exile."

"Oh dear god," said Rukia as she realized who Byakuya was taking about. "You don't mean you want him to bring him back do you?"

"If you are referring to Saito Haijime then yes," replied Byakuya with dead serious eyes. Rukia was hoping that there was some sign that he was joking in those eyes, but she could find none.

"With all due respect, onee-san, it would be easier fighting the entire Arrancar army that it would be to do what you are asking," said Rukia as she looked at her brother as if he was stupid. "He was very bitter about having his right arm cut off by Yuruichi-san, who was his closest friend at the time, and on top of that we did it because we were afraid of his power. I doubt he would want to join us."

"It is true that we aren't his favorite group," said Byakuya, "But we can offer him something he would want in return. Thanks to Urahara-san's old notes on the arm before it was decayed completely so we were able to create an arm that is just like his right arm in power and size. This will be our gift to him so that we can get him to re-join us and Yuruichi-san will be helping us to coerce him to come back."

"Isn't it a bad idea to have Yuruichi-san anywhere near him," asked Rukia as she grimaced at the thought of what that sadist would do to Yuruichi if he appeared before her.

"Yuruichi-san and Saito-san have been staying in touch with each other during his exile, even if it wasn't a cheerful visit," said Byakuya. "Besides, Yuruichi says she'll be bringing a friend who will ensure that he won't turn violent on us or at least that's what she claims."

"That's all fine and good, but the fact remains that it would be like getting a better behaved Kenpachi with an even greater mental instability," exclaimed Rukia as she tried to find some way to change Byakuya's mind, but her brother would always go with the council's decision. "This is madness, complete and utter madness. I wander who that sadist is killing right now."

Tatsuki stared at her friend, Orihime, as she continued picking out items for dinner that were on the list of foods/flavors that are never meant to be mixed together and she reflected on how she had gotten into this mess. It must have been when she heard Orihime crying as soon as she got back from where ever she had been, Tatsuki never asked because she was glad that Orihime was there. When she asked Orihime what she was crying about, Orihime just replied that she had hurt herself, but Orihime knew that it was more than that. She later found out what it was from the silent Sado, who told her that Ichigo hadn't been able to return his love since he already seemed transfixed on Rukia. At that moment Tatsuki hated Ichigo and wanted to chew him out, but first she wanted to cheer Orihime up and so she agreed to join Orihime for dinner. That was her first mistake, she didn't offer to make the dinner herself. Her second mistake was that she told Orihime that she could decide what to make and now she was watching in horror as Orihime placed a jar of bean jam jelly, leaving Tatsuki to wonder what she would have to hold in.

Her Orihime senses were going ding as two goons started walking up to Orihime, both looking drunk and like they were up to no good as they staggered toward her like zombies. One of them had a really long pompadour and scar on his right cheek while the other one had spiky red hair with small sunglasses on. Their manner of dress was a high school uniform coat that was unbuttoned to reveal their muscular stomachs that had tattoos on them. As soon as Tatsuki smelled them she went into alert mode, ready to drop kick one of them if they even dared to lay a hand on Orihime, but what she should have been worried about was the green hair goon with the knife. She hadn't even heard his footsteps and he was able to get close enough to put a knife to her throat as a warning.

"I've heard about you Orihime-chan," said the goon with the knife. "I've also heard about your bodyguard here and so I'm prepared to deal with her, the question is are you prepared to live without her."

"What do you want," asked Orihime as she stared at the man, not in shock or horror, but with clear hatred and anger that the man liked.

"My name is Maiku and I am requesting your presence at my place," said the man as he put the knife even closer to Tatsuki's neck so that it cut her a bit. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist that you don't refuse."

Fate is like a dice roll, either you get the eleven or you get the snake eyes, no one can win and lose in fate except when a person looks at it closely. That roll of the dice was a clear win for Orihime as at that moment a guitar started playing. Everyone turned to see who this mysterious guitar player was to find it was a man with dark sunglasses, dressed in a black suit with a black dress shirt and a guitar case at his side. His straw hat covered his face with its wide brim and he was seemed to be one of those mystery men off of TV.

"Excuse me, but could you beat it buddy," said Maiku as he furrowed his eyebrows at the man and motioned for his friends to convince him to leave.

"Tell me something, does looking like a Yakuza make up for a lack of balls," said the man as he stopped strumming on the guitar.

"What the fuck did you just say to me," asked Maiku in rage. "Break his fucking face!"

The goon with the pompadour moved in to grab the man, but the man grabbed his arm and broke it into two pieces with a sickening snap. The other goon tried to come at him with a chair, but he was kicked back by the man and landed into a soda display.

"Don't you care what happens to this woman," asked Maiku as he pressed the knife more into Tatsuki's neck. "I'll kill this bitch if you take one more step."

"To tell you the truth kuso, I don't know her so the only thing I'm concerned with is beating the life out of you," replied the man as his hand went to the guitar case to reveal a sheathed sword that he placed, blade side up on his shoulder. "Now then I believe there is some unfinished business that we have."

"Wait, please save my friend, you have to mister," said Orihime with teary eyes and her hand up to cover her face. She looked like a child.

"Fine then, I'll save your friend," said the man as he hitched his shoulders.

"Did you not hear a word I said," asked Maiku, before he was hit over the head with the still sheathed sword. His vision became dark as he collapsed on the ground.

"Thank you," said Orihime bowing to the man who helped them, but he was too busy packing up to notice her bows. "Oh wait, can I get your name please."

"My name," said the man as he tipped his hat up to reveal a handsome face marred by a long scar over what was clearly a glass eye made with pure red and a black dot in the center, "Is Saito Haijime."