Disclaimer: I don't own bleach. I do own Yomi and other OCs.

Warning: Contains, yaoi, yuri and hetero pairings… Contains canon and non-canon pairings. Also contains Original chars. So if you don't like these, get out.

Hidden in the shadows, sounds of metal clashing against metal sliced through the eerie silence of the mountain forest. Lights flickered, crashing and cracking sounds pierced the mountain peacefulness, and then there was silence.

Swift feet took them away from the grim scene. A vicious war has just began. And Seireitei is bound to get caught up, in addition to its Aizen-related problems. Flames of war ensued that night, the mountain was likely to be burned clean of greenery but that's only to make sure no evidence would be left behind. Morning came and news of irresponsible mountaineers setting the mountain on fire spread, covering up the truth nicely.

"Tea time!" Hitsugaya-taichou heard, his head already aching from the piles of paperwork. Tea would surely relax him, along with the goods that came with it. The sliding door opened and revealed a six footer white haired individual holding a tray containing a teapot, teacup, teaspoon, sugar cubes and a plate of assorted homemade cookies.

"What took you so long, Yutaka-jusanseki?" The boy seemingly irritatedly said, pouring himself some form of milk tea, adding a few sugar cubes in it and stirred it. He munched on a cookie and looked up to find the man gone. Yomi was always in a hurry. He couldn't blame him though. After all, the overly domesticated man loved serving his superiors and there were 19 more captains and vice captains he would have to serve. Sometimes he wonders what kind of upbringing the man had that he acted like this. Yomi never wanted gratitude nor recognition. Nor did he relish the thought of going further up the ladder than his current 11th officer of the 10th squadron of Sereitei. He had never met anyone like this. But that's beside the point and…

Bang! Kaboom!

His precious tea and plate of cookies fell to the ground from the shockwaves of the explosions. He frowned. He loved his tea and cookies. Who or whatsoever is the cause of this will surely die a miserable and humiliating death. No one messes with Toushirou's tea and cookies and gets away with it unscathed!

He found himself outside, on the roof, inspecting the damage on the outside walls. Burn marks and scattered heavy, compounded reishi. Signs of a high level reiatsu attack. However, he can't sense shinigami or hollow powers in them. Not a tiny bit. Instead, it felt human, or rather, soul-like. The reiatsu of a rukongai resident's attack? Impossible. 'Unless' The young prodigy shunpoed off, his mind pacing at a million miles per second as he tries to figure this out, to investigate the matter, to research on his ideas, his hypothesis, looks like luck is never on their side. Its only a month before the winter war. They don't have time for this. This must be nipped in the bud before…

Hinamori panted. She must end this before Toushirou gets hurt, before they hurt anybody. A flurry of unchanted spells came forth from her hands, binding them and exploding the enemies, in attempt to deal with them switftly, finishing it with a blow from her zanpakutou, tobiume. The smoke from the blows covered the results of her attack. She flashed a few steps back and started chanting, she had a feeling her enemies weren't finished yet. She only hoped this spell would finish them off. A horde of, what she assumed, were wooden hollows went after her. They never seemed to end.

And then, they were gone…

A/N: How's that for a first chap? I know its short but I think that's all I need to put into the first chap.