Toshiro Hitsugaya sighed as he sat down on his bed. Today had been rough. He had completely lost control and fired one of his best budget managers, and even if he was sassy and rude, his talents were normally worth the pain. Maybe he shouldn't have sacked Kosaji…

No, what was he thinking? Had he forgotten what Kosaji had said about Momo? That idiot deserved to be fired. Surely he could find someone to replace him.

Suddenly, the phone rang, interrupting Toshiro's train of thought. "Hello?" he answered weakly.

"Hey, it's me. Is now a bad time to come over?" It was none other than Soi Fon, one of his best friends and head of the second floor at Seireitei Insurance.

Toshiro tried to make himself sound happy so that he wouldn't worry his friend. "Of course not. Come on over. Do you want me to make something?"

"That'd be great. I haven't eaten yet."

"Okay. See you in a little while."

Toshiro hung up the phone and let out a deep sigh. He probably shouldn't have told Soi Fon he would make dinner, or even let her come over at that. His house was a mess, and so was he. He stood in the middle of the room for a few seconds in a daze, then snapped out of it and yelled to himself, "What am I DOING? I have to get this place cleaned up!"

No sooner had Toshiro placed the microwave pizza in the oven and tidied up his house then Soifon was at the door bell. "Hey!" he said energetically. As soon as she stepped inside, all of Toshiro's doubts about letting her come over vanished. They sat and talked about work for a little while, then ate some pizza.

Unfortunately, Soi Fon could tell that something was wrong. "What happened today?" she asked him.

"How did you know?"

"Rangiku."

Darn it! he thought. He was going to kill Rangiku tomorrow. How many other people had she told?

Toshiro half sighed, half groaned. He still could not believe what his secretary had done. But Soi Fon just smiled. "Hey, at least you don't have a fat, spoiled brat as your assistant," she told him. This lightened the mood.

Toshiro grinned at her. "Why is he even your secretary? He never does anything."

"I know, right? But his family's rich, and they've got connections with Mr. Yamamoto, so he promised them that their little Marechiyo could have a job here when he gets old and…fat." They both burst out laughing.

Suddenly, today didn't seem like such a bad day. He began to notice all of the good things, rather than the bad. Like how the last rays of the setting sun shone through the window, lighting up the room; Or how Soi Fon's eyes clashed wonderfully with her dark blue shirt; Or maybe how the couches that they sat on were so comfortable that they seemed to grab you and wrap you up inside of them. Yes, today was a great day.

Ozuki was walking down a path that he had never even imagined he would walk. He was in what some would call "The Hood" of Karakura Town. Graffiti coated the walls of the grimy, rotting buildings, and some suspicious figures could be seen lurking in the shadows. Ozuki had even passed what looked strangely similar to a drug dealer selling marijuana.

Why was Ozuki in this part of town, you ask? The answer is quite simple. He was looking for G.

Yes, he had begun to carry out his insane plan. Yes, it was risky. Yes, he could die. Why was he doing it? For the same reason that he did everything else, or at least claimed to: "For my parents."

This statement didn't mean much; it was just a way for Ozuki to excuse the wrong things that he does. One time, he was about to send a letter containing exactly what he thought about Hitsugaya to his friend Omaeda. Unfortunately, Rangiku saw it. "Why did you do this?" she had asked him. And all he had to do was look down, pretend to be teary, and reply, "For…for my parents." And that pretty much got him V.I.P. treatment from anybody compassionate.

Finally, Ozuki reached his destination. It was a dark alleyway, lit by a single streetlight, with the entrance guarded by six machine gun-wielding thugs.

"What's your business here?" A thug grunted. He had a strange accent—it sounded like he was from America. Boston, maybe.

"I'm here to see G," he replied coldly.

"Step forward." Ozuki did so. Two of the guards searched him for weapons, then brought out a strange metal device and scanned him, more than likely checking for tracking devices. Once he was done, the guard muttered, "Clear." They motioned for him to go forward, and he followed.

Thug number one lead him down the alley, which was much longer than he expected, and stopped in front of a metal door on the side.

"Whaddaya want G for?" he asked Ozuki.

"I believe that is a private matter," said Ozuki coolly.

The thug murmured something that sounded suspiciously like "Upperclassmen…" then walked back to his post. Ozuki nervously opened the door.

Inside sat a man wearing a white mask that looked as though it was made of bones. He was dressed in all black, with the exception of the brown trench coat he sported.

"Hello," the man said. "Do come in."

Ozuki stepped inside, confused. "I thought G was a woman?"

The man snickered, "Didn't they tell you? G's not here. I'm Dianzhu. He offered a black-gloved hand. Ozuki reluctantly stepped forward and shook it.

"So," said Dianzhu, "What do you need?"

Ozuki smiled twistedly. "I need you to kill my boss."