AN: Hey! I originally published this to DeviantArt a while ago but recently I went through all of my old stuff, and someone mentioned making this into a story.. so maybe? I'm going to sincerely try!

Thanks,

xxx Pontifex

She smiled gently to herself, though it was a sad one. Long gone were the days that she could laugh and joke around with friends, especially the orange-haired substitute that the woman had loved so much. It had been long since his passing, dead by the wounds that the traitor Aizen had given him shortly before the traitor went down, for the final time. The shinigami was sitting in her office at the Squad, filing paperwork before the boy had wandered back onto her train of thought, halting the machine and causing her mind to go astray, him and only him on her thought track, at the moment.

"Oi, Captain!" The violet-eyed woman looked up, only to smile again. There was her lieutenant, a blue haired man that spoke rather rudely, with an assertive personality. She had fought against one like him, back when the Arrancars still were strong, and the three traitors to the Soul Society were at large. Grimmjow Jaggerjaques, she was sure, was reincarnated to what he was today: a shinigami. And that was quite alright with this petite female. She respected him all the more for it.

One hundred years was enough to change your perspective of things. This, Rukia Kuchiki knew well.