Thank you very much for the reviews and story alerts, I didn't expect that to happen after just one chapter! Here it is, the second one.

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The tension, which hung heavily in the air because of the uninvited guest, was quickly flowing away. Hirako just stared while he was standing behind Yoruichi. That white hair was quite...familiar. Finally, Urahara let out a sigh.

''Well, your visit is an unexpected one, but you're most welcome. However...couldn't you send a Hell Butterfly with a message? It would be less shocking for us.''

''I'm sorry, there was a chance the butterfly could be intercepted. And you know very well, Kisuke; we cannot take any risks. Nobody but the insiders is allowed to know about this.''

''You're right...I know very well. I'm glad you look quite healthy now, different from three years ago.'' Almost three years ago, Captain Ukitake got permission to visit him for his tuberculosis. Since he knew there was a medicine against TBC in the Real World, Urahara did research and gave the improved and Shinigami-safe medicine to his ex-colleague. He was relieved to see the medicine had worked a bit.

''Yes, please don't forget how thankful I am for your wonderful medicine. Kurotsuchi-san and Unohana-san were quite jealous, though,'' Ukitake smiled. Unohana could be scary sometimes. ''Goodnight, Yoru – Shinji-kun!?''

The blond one lost himself in thoughts, but came back to reality when the old Captain said his name. Yoruichi had covered him when the door opened, but now she stepped aside.

''Jyuushirou! Ukitake Jyuushirou, Captain of the Thirteenth Division...'' Hirako gazed for the third time this night. He wasn't changed that much, but his hair was considerably longer and thicker, too. He also noticed the Thirteenth Captain looked a little more tired, less energetic, due to his illness.

Ukitake checked his old colleague out. He looked so different without wearing the standard Captain uniform, and his hair? What had he done to his hair? His hair was considerably shorter, not even reaching to his chin. What were his motivations?

He was very curious, but didn't want to ask it so bluntly. Through the years in Soul Society, the long, straight, almost yellowish hair had become a trademark of Captain Hirako Shinji of the Fifth Squad. To cut his hair off had to be a great offer for him, thought Ukitake.

Yoruichi let out a deep sigh. ''Alright guys, come on! Like I said earlier, I've got more things to do this night. Checking each other out can be saved for later.'' With a grin on her face she saw the three men stopped with staring at each other.

''Well, how do I start...I heard the true story of what happened hundred years ago. First of all, Soul Society tenders her regrets how they treated all of you, she realized she's been wrong all the time.''

The other three nodded in silence. Hirako sighed slightly. They were not mad, but how will the other seven Vaizards react? They weren't that forgiving, especially a girl called Sarugaki Hiyori. Hirako couldn't blame them, though.

''Second...'' Ukitake looked to the blonde ones in their company. ''Soul Society is requesting your help.''

Yoruichi shut her eyes with an irritated expression on her face. She talked about this once before with her former subordinate Shaolin Fon. The results of that conversation were disappointing.

''And...who do you mean with Soul Society?'' she asked. ''Captain Commander, the Gotei 13, or whole Seireitei and Rukongai together? That's quite a difference. We don't have anything if only the Sou-Taichou apologizes for what had happened. At least the Thirteen Squads have to hear the true story of Aizen and his little friends. And not just the Captain and Lieutenant, every single member of the Gotei 13! Wouldn't we be attacked if we just walked here in public, recognizable for everyone of Soul Society? We had to go into hiding, well, not me, but all the others had to, and now - ''

Hirako raised his hand; the woman fell silent. ''Yoruichi, it's okay fer me. I trust Jyuushirou-kun.''

''I'm not saying I don't trust him! It's just – I want to be sure!''

''Yes, I understand, Yoruichi, but ya - ''

''Calm down, you both,'' Urahara stopped the argue. ''I know it's an exciting night but please stay calm and behave well-mannered, like we did when we were Captains.''

Yoruichi let out a snort. Since when was she behaving well-mannered in her Captain-days? And Hirako wasn't quite the gentlemen in Soul Society, too. Making childish and stupid faces wasn't something a well-mannered person would do.

''Ah, now you two are quiet again, I can go on with my story. I shall give a brief summary of what has happened in those hundred years. Of course, many little ones grew up – like Nanao Ise. Also, a couple of them...died...'' Ukitake's voice went slightly hoarse when he thought about his old Vice-Captain, Shiba Kaien. ''Well, not important right now. Meanwhile, Ichimaru Gin, Aizen Sousuke and Kaname Tousen became Captains of respectively the Third, Fifth and Ninth Division.''

Hirako stared for a moment out of the window. That bastard..

''Well, tomorrow next morning, the three Lieutenants come to visit us. If Soi Fon is doing her job right of course. We have some questions for them, maybe they have useful information about the three traitors.''

''Ya do have names fer us, don't ya?'' Hirako asked.

''Ichimaru Gin's Lieutenant is a proper young man of low nobility, Kira Izuru. He's often gloomy, but we think it's due to Ichimaru's behaviour. He was quite imposing.''

''Yes, I can imagine a grown up creep like Ichimaru Gin is imposing,'' Hirako said exasperated.

''Hisagi Shuuhei was Lieutenant of the Ninth Division, Kaname Tousen,'' Yoruichi continued. He has a strong mind, but he's definitely hurt in his trust. He's mentally the strongest of the three. And then, we have Hinamori Momo, a young girl. She admired Aizen with whole her heart, it seemed.''

Hirako raised an eyebrow. Admiration for Aizen Sousuke? Geez, that man has many faces.

''To be sure, we invited the childhood friends of Ichimaru and Kaname, too. Matsumoto Rangiku and Komamura Sajin. We don't know, maybe one of those five is holding the key into his or her hands.''

It was quiet again, everyone lost in his own thoughts. Yoruichi grabbed a watch, which laid on the table and looked on it. It was half past three in the morning. It was the end of august, so the nights were short and the days were long. Yoruichi hated it; she liked to stroll in the night in parks, accompanied with the moon and stars. Not with sun and stupid dogs who're thinking she's a real cat.

''When betrayed Aizen ya?'' Hirako asked after a while.

''Three days ago,'' Ukitake answered. ''He murdered all members of the Central Court to send out wrong announces.

''Aizen has to be scared of something,'' Hirako muttered, more to himself. ''If he kills forty-six people without any remorse...''

Ukitake was bewildered. What was he saying? It was so obvious! ''I know. He's scared of something. Of rather, someone. And it's you, Shinji-kun.''

''Me? Yer sure? It's Aizen we're talking about,'' said Hirako with a stunned look on his face.

''Yes, I'm sure. He was scared if you found out what he exactly was doing, if you caught him. He knew you could resist some aspects of his full hypnosis, that scared him too. And, the idea you could have survived the Hollowfication, is giving him probably nightmares.''

Hirako didn't answer, but closed his eyes. Hundred years, hundred years they didn't hear anything. Now, the one after the another shocking event piped up in the stories of Urahara and Ukitake.

He had accepted it. He had accepted he was banished, dishonoured, distrusted by Soul Society. He had accepted he was no longer Captain Hirako Shinji. And now...now everything came back. With known, and unknown people. Familiar, and unfamiliar names. If he told his name, everyone knew him. The known, but also the unknown people. Hirako doubted it was useful that everyone knew his name.

''Ah, well, I have to go,'' Ukitake said all of a sudden. They all were lost in thoughts, but now they stood up to say the old Captain goodbye. He shook their hand and thanked them for their time, and, in silence, for the nostalgia.

Hirako was silent. The other Vizards...they wouldn't approve it. They wouldn't allow it. If he asked them, he was sure he'll get a unanimous 'no' as answer. However...it was his choice, wasn't it? And...they don't have to know. They're sleeping right now, they don't suspect a thing.

''Jyuushirou,'' he called the white haired Captain back. ''Tell Seireitei I'm willing to help them, if it's really necessary. I can't speak for the others, but honestly, they'll say 'no'. And tell little Nanao Ise...that everything is all right with Lisa. I believe she worried 'bout her fer hundred years.'' Hirako grinned.''

Ukitake smiled. ''Thank you, Shinji-kun. I shall tell her.'' With those final words, he turned and walked out of sight.

Yoruichi sighed. ''Well, it's almost daylight, so I guess I should hurry and leave you two alone.'' She walked to Urahara and whispered something in his ear. He nodded and patted her once on the shoulder. It didn't bother Hirako they were whispering; he didn't have to know everything.

''Now, I've just one question,'' Urahara began after Yoruichi closed the door and walked down the stairs. ''Kurosaki Ichigo, the boy I mentioned.'' He handed over a photograph of a red headed teen. ''He's actually just human, but he's a human with Shinigami powers. They were hidden in the very depths of his soul. I forced them to come out, but in that progress he became partially a hollow.''

Hirako looked once again to the photograph. So, if he got it right, that Kurosaki boy attained some Hollow powers as well. A Ninth Vizard?

''I forced his powers a few weeks ago and sometimes I get the feeling he can't control his inner Hollow from times to times. He can't control his reiatsu as well, so I have some idea his inner hollow is giving him trouble. Can't you teach them, since you all learned to control the hollow and to use it?''

Hirako sighed. It wasn't that difficult for him, no. But the others. Especially one girl. Sarugaki Hiyori. ''Yeah, all right, I'll shall do it. There's just one thing I've got ta do; set up a good story for the others. They won't help a Shinigami, even if it's an ex-Shinigami or someone from 'the same sort'.''

''Oh, but I believe you can make up a good story for them,'' Urahara grinned.

The other blonde rolled his eyes. ''Yes yes, I know. I'm the smart one here and I'm the one who actually have to think.'' His watch told him it was almost four o'clock. Time to go. He said goodbye to Urahara and promised to have a meeting with him as soon as possible.

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Hirako stood outside, gazing at the sky. It became lighter, the clouds were strokes of bright purple, pink and orange. It was a good thing the storm cleared up, too. He didn't like thunder and heavy rain; it resembled that disastrous night, even though it was dry back then. To his astonishment he figured out Urahara Shoten was quite close by 'his' warehouse. He putted the photograph far deep in his pocket; he still needed a good story to help this boy.

Carefully he opened the door when he came by his own living house. The others should be asleep, and he didn't want to wake them up. Hirako sneaked inside, turned around and closed the door again. At that very moment, something sharp was poking in his back. He turned his head. There she was. A girl in a red tracksuit. Blond hair with two pigtails and a sword in her hand. Behind the girl, six other people stood there, in silence, all with a drawn Zanpaktou.

The girl shouted he had to turn around. Not sure what to expect, Hirako Shinji did what she told him. The Zanpaktou rose in the air, until it pointed right to his heart.

''Where have ya been?!'' yelled the blond girl – who was quite a lot shorter then he was – at him, while she gave him a furious look. ''Do ya want us being caught by those bloody Shinigami? We don't have any connection with them! And we don't want any!''

Hirako didn't say anything. The six men and women behind the mad girl were silent, too. Mad girl herself waited impatiently for an answer. That answer didn't come. Then she walked to the blonde man and pulled him down by his collar, so they were on eye level. ''I demand an answer within ten seconds, Shinji,'' she hissed into his ear, although everyone in the warehouse could hear it.

Hirako gulped. So now he has to come with a good story within ten seconds. Damn ya, Urahara. Why didn't ya raise yer Lieutenant properly. He looked into the girls eyes, and wanted to withdraw, but there was a closed door. When she was serious, and she was at that time, she was very dangerous. Damn. Hirako sighed. Three. Two. One. Zero. Damn. He was in real trouble now, and he didn't do anything at all.

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Looks like Hiyori is reaaaally mad...I know a friend of mine is now hoping Hiyori will beaten the crap out of Shinji, just because she loves that blonde girl. Well, my dear friend, you'll see if that happens!