Silence filled the city of Karakura town. Most slept snugly in their beds on this hot summer's night. On one of the many rooftops sat a figure blending in with the shadows. A single light from a small cellular like device revealed that the figure was a young woman.

You are to report to Karakura town immediately and wait there for further instructions.

It was a reminder to her of why she was there. A month ago she had received orders directly from Yamamoto himself. She had wanted to question his motives, but knew better than that. Although she was at captain level she still had to follow orders, even if it meant being in the human world for a month with no further orders to go by.

The hollows may be active here, but being in the human world for so long can really put a strain on one's sanity. She thought warily to herself as her gaze flitted to the full moon.

Just then a howl of pure rage broke the silence. Snapping her head in the direction it had come from she stood immediately with hand on sword. Careful to shield her reiatsu she Shunpo'd to her destination. Once there it seemed as though another soul reaper had beat her to the kill.

There in the middle of the street stood a white haired male face to face with a hollow ten times his size. Careful to not let the soul reaper aware of her presence she stepped behind the second floor of the two story house. Still on the roof she proceeded to watch the fight from her hiding spot.

The hollow screeched and howled in rage before charging at the small reaper. Not a word escaped the young man's lips as he leapt into the air high above the hollow's masked face. Then with both hands tightly gripped to the katana's hilt he brought the sword down the mask of the hollow. Slicing the white mask in half the creature screeched once more before disintegrating into thin air leaving nothing behind.

For a moment he just stood there in the middle of the street, and in that moment she was able to see focus on what he was wearing. He wore a white haori over the typical Shinigami black hakama with the symbol for the 10th Court Guard Squad on the back. Her suspicions had been confirmed. Although she had never seen him in person the Shinigami in the street was none other than Captain Toshiro Hitsugaya.

What's a captain doing in the human world? She thought furrowing her brow. At that moment a tall woman with long auburn hair and large breasts stepped out of the shadows with three other people. One of them was covered in tattoos and sported blood red hair that resembled her scarlet locks. The other male was a carrot top, and next to him stood a young woman with raven black hair.

It was the raven haired female that caught her attention now. She looked so much like an old friend of hers. It's not her, she reasoned with herself, she's been dead for years now. She was now even more confused by their presence.

A sharp wave of spiritual pressure pierced through her just as those ice colored eyes turned in her direction. The small group had been conversing amongst each other when he looked towards where she was still hiding. In fear of being caught she immediately Shunpo'd away from there and back to the small apartment she currently resided in.

This just got interesting, she mused to herself.


AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, I've been watching the show for the past week or so and I've grown to like Ikkaku. I have a couple ideas for a possible story, but I wasn't sure if I should write that too. What do you all think?