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Yamamoto watched silently as a very fluffy grey and black cat leapt onto the railing of his veranda. He was aware of the fact that the cat belonged to his lieutenant. He was also aware of the fact that an irate Sasakibe would soon be coming the area looking for said cat as the unlucky division member who left Sasakibe's door open would be cowering. Yamamoto rarely actually listened to his lieutenant's talk about all things western, but he knew enough to know that the cat was named 'Charles.' Perhaps surprisingly, he also knew the cat's full name was Charles Samuel the Second, and that the name was derived from two kings. It was the second because Sasakibe's first one died.

Yamamoto considered capturing the cat, and saving his lieutenant the trouble, but it stalked out of view, presumably leaping to the roof to enjoy its limited freedom. The leaping cat had momentarily blocked the sun, and the return of it reflected off of a white kanji drawn elegantly upon shining black paper. Yamamoto's attention was once more returned to the paper, which not so inconspicuously announced a paper sent directly from his majesty himself, the Spirit King.

The elegance of the kanji shining on the void like paper seemed to emit a royal aura. Once could not be sure if the paper was meant to make an impression, or made to be unable to counterfeit. Either way, Yamamoto was sure it was genuine, and the seals seamlessly imprinted along the side of the paper only served to assist the paper's claim to be real. It was likely that should one measure the distance between each seal, they would find each to be equal distance away from the one proceeding and succeeding it.

It was rare for the King, or anyone amongst the ranks of the secret Royal Dimension, to contact anyone in the Seireitei, and as far as Yamamoto knew, they only contacted him. So rare, in fact, that he hardly got a letter once a century, normally to promote a member of the Gotei into their ranks. This is precisely why he was slightly fearful to have one arrive not two weeks after Aizen's imprisonment. It was a rather large input from the normally passive King, making some major changes to the Gotei, requesting Aizen's transport to the Royal Dimension, and allowing the Substitute Shinigami, along with Urahara's crew, the humans, the Vizards, and everyone else associated with them to run free. There was no order for a promotion, however.

That was fifty years ago, and here Yamamoto was, fuming over the second letter he received this century. Again, to his surprise, there was no call for a promotion. It was worse. Apparently, a large war was raging in the Royal Dimension, and there was fear of it spreading to the Seireitei. That was just what Yamamoto needed. They were still recovering from the last war, and had to worry about a new one. To add to his worries, if the war was giving the Royal Guard trouble, then the Gotei had little hope.

Yamamoto's patience was already thinning. As much as he tried to contain his emotions, it wasn't difficult to tell that he wasn't in the best of the moods recently. The noble clans were acting up, and riots and other chaos was happening. Yamamoto didn't care much for the details, as he was busy dealing with the effect it was having on his Shinigami. Riots were happening, and it was just general chaos. On top of this, some sort of illness was spreading, swiftly taking the lives of Shinigami. At least the majority was unseated, and the illness seemed to not affect seated Shinigami in the single digits.

As badly as he was being affected, he was well aware of the fact that he wasn't the only one. Sasakibe was suffering, having failed to make yesterday's deadline for a few important papers. As much of a letdown it had been, Yamamoto was aware that he didn't deserve to be slammed into the wall for it. He overreacted, and would apologize, even though the lieutenant probably understood. Perhaps the worst off of all, Unohana had been overrun with patients once more. The combination of the riots, mysterious illness, and the ever rude Eleventh Division had left her and her division constantly filled, to the point that they had begun to store the less severe patients at the empty Third Division barracks. Her situation wasn't assisted by Shinigami that believed Mayuri was neglecting finding a cure for the illness, and protesting on his division grounds. Even though the group was quite clearly heartless, when it was thought about, Central 46 was pretty bad off also. They were dealing with all of the incidents that were happening, along with the impatient demands of the Nobles to sort out the problem they had. Not to mention that many nobles were amongst the ranks of his Shinigami, either extremely stressed, or helping with the riots that were happening. And then the fact that half of his high ranking Shinigami get drunk on a daily basis, further irritating the others, leaving everyone stressed and at each other's necks. From this point, it was simply a cycle, which was wearing down on everyone.

And now this notice from the Royal Guard. If a war did sweep through the Seireitei, they would not stand a chance. Not only the fact that they were simply not powerful enough; they were divided and shattered. There were the seated, and the unseated; there were the nobles, and the peasants; there were the stressed, and the uncaring; and there were many more divisions that were there. It would only take a little to completely throw the Seireitei into civil war, and many would not even know what was being fought.

Yamamoto sighed. Hopefully, the captains would form together and stop this nonsense to prepare for the second war this century.

He could only hope.


So yeh. The basics, such as the fact that Bleach does not belong to me, and that stuff.

So, this is a Roleplay I am doing with one of my friends, with some glaring differences. Even so, I have somethings planned out. This is my problem, however. Anyone who reads my other stories should know that I have a habit of not writing anymore. So this is just a test, of sorts, to see if the idea catches on. It still has a lot of work if it does. Bai.