This is the Bleach story I was telling you all about! Well, the one I mentioned. Hope y'all enjoy.
*cough cough* May I present to you, the newest creation of Lady Red's, The Sleeping Soldiers!
The situation was a bad a one as any the Soul Society could have dreamed up on a night of nightmarish fits that tormented the mind and clawed at reality: the Bounts had paired up with Aizen and the Arrancar against the Soul Society, the situation in the World of the Living was getting worse everyday, more Soul Reapers were having to be sent there everyday and now they were starting to attack the Seireitei as well, it was causing a panic among all of the Souls that reside there, many of the Soul Reapers themselves were unsure of whether or not they should continue to fight or not because it seemed like a lost cause.
Yamamoto called Chojiro into his office one morning with a grim expression on his face. "Chojiro, I think it is time we called upon the Akumar." Chojiro's golden eyes widened and he started to stutter as he looked at his commanding officer in panic, surely he had heard wrong, there was no way that Yamamoto was serious about calling them. They would make a fool out of all of the Soul Society. "I know that we have hidden them for years," He stood from his desk and walked over to the balcony. "It is a risk to bring them here, supposing that the order to execute them still stands." Chojiro nodded his silver head in agreement. "But in times like this, even Central 46 must make exceptions."
Chojiro joined his hands in front of his pelvis, "And am I to understand that I am to call the Captains and their Lieutenants here to greet them when they arrive?" He breathed out slowly, "Sir you surely must understand that they will cause and uproar and that we will have to pay dea-"
Yamamoto slammed his walking stick that concealed his Zanpakuto down on the floor, "I do understand." He walked back to his chair and lowered himself down into it. "When Central 46 can make exceptions, so can we." He cracked open his left eye, "And I am fairly certain we shall have more trouble from the Akumar after this has been dealt with, because there is no doubt in my mind that they know exactly what is going on right now, and I think it's safe to say that there are eight of the Akumar who would take pleasure of taunting us, or stampeding here to fight us in a demand to fight the Arrancar and the Bounts." Chojiro nodded, everything that Yamamoto was true; there were eight of the Akumar who would love nothing more that to fight and would make life hell for them if they weren't allowed. "And call Rukia and Ichigo as well, this is something for them to see as well."
When Chojiro left the office he sent a Hell Butterfly to each Captain and Lieutenant, as well as Ichigo and Rukia. It only took about fifteen minutes for all of them to arrive. Captains Soi Fon, Unohana, Byakuya, Komamura, Shunsui, Toshiro, Kenpatchi, Mayuri and Ukitake and Lieutenants Omaeda, Izuru, Isane, Momo, Renji, Iba, Nanao, Shuhei, Rangiku, Yachiru, Nemu and Rukia, as well as Rukia. "What is it you call to talk about, Master Yamamoto?" Byakuya was the first to speak after they were all arrived and settled, none of them liking being away from their Squads when there was such a high threat, and Ichigo was just grumpy because it was so early in the morning.
Yamamoto lifted his stick so it was in a line and pointing directly at the far wall, seeing as the Captains and Lieutenants were lined up opposite each other either side his desk. "Geata a oscailt chuig an réimse codlata." The wood on the outer layer of his sword sheath floated away, then his sword drove into the area of wall he had pointed it at, then turned to the left. A circular sliding screen made of fire sprouted then disappeared to reveal an ordinary sliding panel that opened as Yamamoto's sword returned to its sheath and his hand. "Those are the gates to the Realm of the Vate."
Beyond the door in the background of the white light was a mountain covered in trees, it was teeming with light and life, also happiness. A few seconds after it opened a short male with lilac coloured hair stumbled out, he had a dagger strapped to each forearm and two swords the length of him on his back. He wore a standard black Soul Reaper outfit apart from the light blue left sleeve that had the symbol of Squad 1 in dark blue near the shoulder and the end of the sleeve itself was ripped. When he stopped rubbing his eyes and looked up he yawned and the other Soul Reapers present, apart from Yamamoto and Chojiro were surprised that they were a bright blood red. "What do you want, Old Man?"
A slightly taller girl with long white hair and dark blue eyes jumped out next, she again wore a normal black clothing but had Squad 2's symbol printed in purple on a pink band that had three daggers tucked into it and a sword on her hip. After her came a tall girl with blue hair brushing her shoulders and pink eyes that danced with mischief, on her left leg there was a dark blue wrap with Squad 3 printed in light blue. She had two daggers on her right shoulder, one on her left and sword on her back. The legs on her trousers only came to her knees. Another short girl jumped out, her hair was red and her eyes were orange, she carried three swords one on her back one on each hip and a dagger on her forearm. "It's too early Yama!" She squealed as she leaned on the short guy, revealing the Squad 4 symbol in pink on the back of her red waist coat.
A tall guy with yellow hair and green eyes stepped out, his right sleeve was ripped and light gray with Squad 5 on it. There was an ax on his back, a knife on his shoulder and a sword on each hip. A tall guy slumped out after him then leaned on him, this one had white hair and yellow eyes. The left leg was brown and had Squad 6 painted in orange on it, two curved swords on his back, a knife between his shoulder blades and a sword on his right. "Way too early, Moto." He mumbled as a short guy with purple hair and green eyes burst through the shimmering doors, the collar of his clothes was a dark green spike thing with Squad 7 on it in pale green, he wore a short spear on his back, a dagger in his waistband, a chain of spikes on his collar and a sword.
Next a girl and a guy staggered out yawning, the guy had orange hair and blue eyes while the girl had blue hair and black eyes. He had the daggers in his waistband and a blade shaped like a '9' on his back. He wore a long sleeved yellow jacket with an orange Squad 9 symbol on it. The girl had blue eyes and black hair, grey flares from the knees down with a yellowish Squad 8 symbol on it, her left sleeve hid most of a dagger, another large dagger was on her right hip, on her left hip were two poles with identical hammers on each end.
A medium height girl walked through next, her blue hair complimenting her black eyes, her hair was in a plait down her shoulders under her arms then a plait that ended at the bottom f her spine that ended in a large orange circle with Squad 12 written on it. She had a thin sword on her hip, a dagger up her sleeve, another dagger in her waistband and a sword hidden in her plait. The girl who came after was short with yellow hair and blue eyes, instead of trousers she had a skirt of dark green with Squad 13 in light green. She skipped into the room brightly then looked around her hair was held up in a bun by two dagger sheaths a sword on her back and a sword by her side, "Where are the last two?" Yamamoto asked when they were all settled.
A tall guy with black hair and brown eyes walked through the door, he wore a white long sleeved coat like Ukitake with Squad 11's symbol on it, a dagger on his left arm and one on his right thigh as well two swords on his back, one that looked like a chainsaw and another that looked like a '2' both were crossed under a girl who was bleeding from her stomach. She had purple hair and she also wore a long coat like the guy she was on, but it was sleeveless and dark purple, Squad 10 had its symbol in white on the back. She had a large blade shaped like '7' on a pole attached to her back, and chains on both wrists that lead to two small swords crossing in the dip of her spine. A person could just about make out a dagger strapped to her calf.