"Get the Ryoka!" Shinigami after shinigami yelled as they ran down the streets of Seireitei. The orange haired boy they were chasing after had been M.I.A. for days, yet they still pursued him tirelessly. I sighed and turned away from the window and over to my father who was doing paperwork at his desk.

"When will this end, father?" I asked, throwing myself down on the chair in front of his desk in his captain's quarters. He looked up and stared at me for a moment before looking back at his papers and signing something. "I'm not sure. It't shouldn't be too long now. They've been growing tired."

"Yeah, but so have we. " I reminded. He looked up at em once again and gave me one of his understanding smiles. "The Ryoka came here to save Kuchiki Rukia. Once she's gone they'll either give up and go home or be so distressed that they'll perish in battle." He returned to his work again. I looked back towards the window and sighed. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

I guessed he was right, but I secretly wished he wasn't. Deep down I wanted the Ryoka to save Rukia. She was my best friend. Then again, Soul Society came first. "Anyway," he said after a few moments, "with your Lieutenant M.I.A. shouldn't you be taking over for him in his place? I mean, you are the third seat, Kanari."

I stood and nodded. "Yes. Kuchiki-taicho gave me an hour or so for a quick break. I've been doing paperwork all morning. I should be heading back to continue." I turned and headed towards the door as Hinamori came in. "Aizen-Taicho. I have my report from..." the door shut behind me and I continued on my way as her voice faded into the background. That girl adored my father. He treated her like a daughter, and we were close as sisters. The sister I never had.

When I returned to the squad 6 barracks, I was greeted by absolute chaos. "We found Abarai." Taicho informed me when I entered the Captain's Quarters. "I'll need you to continue filling in for him due to his injuries." Taicho was looking out the window at the people bustling about. "Yes sir."

The only thing to do for the rest of the day was paperwork. "How the hell could he just let it all pile up like this?" I asked to no one in particular, taking a stack of signed papers and putting them in the finished pile. "I don't know. Too bad you can't ask him yourself." I jumped in surprise and spun around in my chair. "Oh. Hello father. What brings you here?"

"I wanted to give this to you." He walked over to the desk and placed a cup with an orange odd looking liquid in front of me. "Uhm...what is it?" I asked, looking up at him and then back at the strange drink. "It's a drink that will give you an energy boost. I figured since you were out straight with all this paperwork, you'd need the extra boost." I smiled up at him. "Thanks." I was lucky to have such a thoughtful father. He turned to leave, and once he was gone and I was left alone to my work I drank half the drink and put the rest aside. I would likely need some of it in the morning to wake up with enough energy to be of any use. I would soon realize that decision was what saved my life.