Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or its characters as they belong to Tite Kubo, but I do own my Original Characters in this story, Tsuki Miyazawa and Itsuko Miyazawa and I am in no way affiliated with the Yakuza.

Two girls stood there by the grave. The smaller one, the one with green hair and orange eyes, was crying as she knelt down. The older one, the one with red hair and purple eyes, stood right by her as she questioned why he had to die.

"Tsuki, you should be the one crying! You loved brother more than me! Brother loved you more than anything!"

The smaller girl said as she tried wiping away her tears. It was sunset and the older girl just stared at her.

"Ya wrong, Itsu. No one could love me more than you. I'm barely fit to walk this damn world. Ya brother knew that."

Even though she was only around ten years older than the other girl, Tsuki didn't cry. The younger girl, Itsuko, tried her hardest, but couldn't stop her tears.

"It's not fair, Tsuki! If the world was peaceful, If we hadn't had that gang war then he would..."

The older girl knelt down to look at the smaller girl in the eye.

"He would still be dead. Ya brother ain't like otha men. He actually stands up for what he believes in! Either his big mouth or that smoking habit of his would've got him that one-way ticket any way ya looked at it."

The younger girl still continued to cry. She cried because the older girl couldn't.

"I'll protect ya, Itsuko. As long as I live, I know that's what he would've wanted."

Ch. 1: Reason

"I tell ya division seven ain't a big deal!"

A woman yelled as she stood in line. Today was division seven's new recruit day. A day in which the recruits from the academy line up and wait for their Taichou and Fukutaichou to come greet them. The woman, a very tall, busty red-head looked to be very annoyed. She looked like a Yakuza and if you told her she looked like a Yakuza, she'd slap you on the back and congratulate you on being perceptive. She was a Yakuza and had the scar on the left side of her face and the various tattoos (surprisingly, most all of them were prayers of some kind) to prove it. Not only that, but the way she wore her standard shinigami uniform was thuggish, to say the least. Her top, one of the sleeveless designs, was very small for her chest, making a very large portion of her cleavage pop out. Her hakama were cut as short as she could cut them without them turning them into a skirt. Obviously she was in some sort of dress-code violation, but the look she was giving everyone with her dark purple eyes was enough to make anyone not even want to approach her.

"We ain't in division eleven like the otha thugs so we're doin' good, but we ain't in some prissy-ass division like division six cause' we're too rowdy! We ain't smart so we're not in division twelve and we ain't stealthy so we're not in division two! We're not pansies so they sure as hell didn't put us in division three and I'm not peaceful so they didn't put us in division nine! We're not wise so no division one for us and neither of us can heal other peoples' wounds worth shit so no division four either. I sure as hell can't handle takin' orders from damn brats so division ten was out of the question and I ain't really in to sexual harassment, so stayin' clear of division eight would be a good thing for that Kyoraku bastard. And do I even need to say how much havin' a Taichou who's sick all the time would depress me so it's good we're out of division thirteen! And you know, there's that old sayin' that nice guys finish last that's why division five would be lame. They're nothin', but a group of nice guys..."

The red-haired shinigami spoke to the smaller girl on her left side. The smaller girl looked at her and shook her head. She was a green-haired, petite girl. Her eyes were full of innocence and in a way she looked to be the older woman's complete opposite. While the older woman's uniform was all about comfort and exposure, the younger girl's uniform was all about modesty and tradition. It wasn't the traditional uniform as it had been tailored to be slim on her arms and how she did not wear the hakama, but instead wore a skirt that parted on the side. Underneath her skirt were a pair of long, white tights and around her waist was a huge, pink bow. She looked very modest and traditional. Even the make up she wore only dulled her bright orange eyes that glowed as she watched nearby birds pass as if instead of the unconventional orange, light brown would be more "traditional."

"So, Tsuki, are you saying that division seven is an average division? That the people in here are not special?"

She looked over at the woman, Tsuki, and smiled. The older woman smiled back as she waved one of her ring-covered fingers at her.

"Nah, Itsu. I ain't sayin' that. All I'm sayin' is that there ain't a better division for us, ya know? This is our division. It's as if it was made just for two of us."

Tsuki replied to the smaller girl, Itsuko, and hugged her. The smaller girl quivered after being brought to the older woman's chest in an affectionate embrace. It was sort of a suffocating bear hug that she was used to, but still did not enjoy one bit.

"Ah, Tsuki! You're suffocating me!"

Itsuko yelled as the older shinigami let go.

"Oh, sorry. I forget how small ya are. God, ya need some meat on those teensy bones of yours. Ya so tiny I feel like I could crush ya if I wanted to!"

The green-haired girl didn't enjoy that comment. She nervously ran a hand through her symmetrical hair and pouted her sugar pink lipgloss-coated lips together.

"Not all women are built like you, Tsuki! I happen to like my petite frame!"

Itsuko yelled and then quickly blushed after realizing her Captain and Lieutenant were walking down the street and most likely heard her rather loud statement.

"Woah, Itsu, you sure got some confidence! Just screamin' that out like that? That's the way to attract those boys!"

Tsuki laughed and watched as her Taichou and Fukutaichou paused in front of the recruits. Itsuko immediately straightened up

"You two!"

Their large Captain, Sajin Komamura, yelled.

"Do you two enjoy causing trouble?"

He turned towards the two girls. Itsuko began to shake, while Tsuki remained in her calm composure.

"Course' we do, Komamura Taichou! We're two trouble-lovin' girls. Especially this one right here!"

Tsuki grabbed hold of Itsuko and laughed. The large Taichou still continued to stand there.

"What is your name, recruit?"

He said as he walked towards the red-haired vixen. She let go of the smaller girl and held her thumb up, making sure to point at herself.

"The name's Miyazawa Tsuki and I'm proud to say it. I'm from the Inagawa-kai, Miyazawa clan and us Inagawa ain't scared of shit."

Tsuki smirked and watched as her Captain stopped directly in front of her. His Fukutaichou immediately followed behind him. At that moment, Tsuki finally acknowledged him. He was rather short, but muscular. He had the traditional black glasses that all her Yakuza friends in the living world had wore and his hair was just so fucking ridiculous.

"What about you, recruit?"

Itsuko squeaked as her Taichou looked down at her. She could tell he was looking down at her, even though he was wearing that bucket on his head. She could just feel it.

"Miyazawa Itsuko, sir. I-I'm also from the Inagawa-kai, Miyazawa clan."

Komamura pulled back and continued to look at them.

"Two Yakuza girls? I understand why this little one was placed in my division, but why were you?"

Tsuki looked insulted as he had to ask why she was put in his division. She had, after all, just explained why division seven was her perfect division!

"When it comes to close-range combat, I ain't too good, sir. Give me a gun, though, and I can shoot up anything ya want."

She smiled and looked over at her new Fukutaichou, Iba Tetsuzaemon. He looked at her in practical awe. The way her hips curved, the way her chest heaved, the way her lips puffed out, the way her legs extended, everything on the outside was perfect, but when she spoke it was like she was someone completely different. Her voice was rough and she cursed a lot, obviously a Yakuza at heart, but yet she was so attractive doing it that he couldn't help, but be in awe.

"So you specialize in long-range and your sister specializes in short-range, I assume? You two were assigned to the same division as some sort of team?"

Komamura looked at the younger girl and she nodded. He stood there for a moment and then turned around.

"Alright, It seems like we're doing introductions today. Just like these two young ladies, I want you to give me your name, what type of combat you specialize in and the reason you think you were put in division seven. Tetsuzaemon will judge your own battle assessment another day."

The large shinigami and the cliché-looking Yakuza walked through the line again.

Tsuki could only laugh and wonder what their first impressions were.

"Um, Komamura Taichou?"

Itsuko fumbled through her words as she looked up at her Captain. The much larger shinigami looked down at her, interested in to what she was trying to say.

"Yes, Itsuko-san?"

Komamura replied with utmost formality.

"Th-Thank you for n-not fighting any of us t-today, like I know m-most all the other Captains d-do!"

The girl stuttered immensely as the words came out of her mouth. She was intimidated, to say the least, by how much larger her Taichou was. She wasn't like Tsuki, who never got scared of anything ever. No, for a Yakuza heiress, she wasn't Yakuza-like at all. She cried, she got scared, she smiled too much and sucked when it came to intimidation.

"It's no problem. I don't like pointless battles. Fighting to prove strength is pointless. Real battles are ones fought to the death, ones you fight for causes you believe in, ones you fight to protect those you care for..."

The green-haired shinigami finally looked up at him and smiled. She smiled because how true that was.

"I fight to keep the peace, Komamura Taichou. That is my cause."

She spoke. Komamura looked at her. She was so opposite compared to her sister.

"Keep the peace? You remind me of-"

Speaking of her sister, Komamura was cut off by a variety of shouts and screams coming from the street outside his division. Itsuko knew for certain that it had something to do with a certain red-head shinigami.

"Tsuki..."

Itsuko grumbled and quickly walked out of division seven's headquarters only to see a group of bodies in the street and Tsuki sitting on a good three or four guys. She smiled and began smoking a cigarette.

"Oh, Itsuko! Nice for ya to join me! I was just sittin' here, ya know? Enjoyin' the scenery..."

The red-haired vixen said as she inhaled and blew out a puff of smoke. One of the men she was sitting on tried to move, only to be hit on the head with the hilt of her Zanpaktou again. Tsuki continued smiling, as if she hadn't done anything at all. Itsuko shook her head and looked up at her Taichou, then back at her sister.

"Tsuki, why did you have to fight all the new recruits? Komamura Taichou said that battle assessment with Iba Fukutaichou would be held in a few days..."

She said. Tsuki stood up and looked around, finally pointing out Tetsuzaemon out of a group of beaten up recruits.

"Oh, I easily convinced Tetsu to have the assessment today. I think the guy has somethin' for me cause' I was easily able to defeat him with just a simple flash of my chest. Go figure."

Tsuki took another smoke out of her cigarette before crushing the thing on the ground.

"Wake up, hun. I got somethin' special for ya."

The red-haired woman seductively whispered into Tetsuzaemon's ear. He awoke upon the sudden mention of the word "special."

"Just kidding."

She smiled and walked back towards her sister.

"Ya know, Komamura Taichou, men are easy targets. All ya recruits are lightweights."

The larger Taichou looked at her and then back at his Fukutaichou, who was sulking over the fact of the woman he had just now fallen for was as big a tease as you could get.

"Tsuki, why do you insist on fighting pointless battles?"

Itsuko mumbled and followed behind her sister regretfully to the division barracks.

"Itsuko, no battle is pointless to me. I fight to live and I live to fight. Fightin' a battle proves I'm alive. It proves I'm not dead yet."

She smirked and put an arm around her sister and walked forward. Division seven would surely be more interesting from there on out.

-end ch. 1-

A/N: I hope I don't get shot for doing a story about Yakuza. Seriously, I hope there is no "Miyazawa clan" of the Inagawa-kai out there then it'd be scary. Anyways, I'm all for unconventional OCs and I think Tetsuzaemon is just adorably ridiculous. Tosen needs love, too, so I'm doing a Tosen x OC (Itsuko) and a Tetsuzaemon x OC (Tsuki). Tsuki's dialogue is fun. If you noticed, Tetsuzaemon had no dialogue in this chapter whatsoever. I'm just tryin' to keep it in character, people! Tetsu will have some lines, but not at first just like in the actual Bleach! I love Tetsu and even though I'm a Kenpachi fangirl, I love Tosen. If any of you have read Flowers/ Petals (which I'm almost finished with), then you should be glad to know Kohana (My Kenpachi x OC) will have a good amount of cameos in here. This takes place before the Bleach storyline, around the same time as Kohana's escapades. Wow, original idea, huh? Reviews are nice. I feel like talkin' like a Yakuza now.