Chapter One:

Years Later

"Wake up, you lazy ass!" Ikkaku yelled angrily at the still sleeping girl, who had her knee length, dirty blonde hair, put up in a messy bun. He had been trying to wake her up for two hours already, with little success to no success. The fourth seat of the eleventh Division really was lazy and never did anything unless she really wanted too. How she ever made it to the fourth seat still amazed the bald headed man.

"Go away, Ikkaku." Saita muttered tiredly, before covering her head with her pillow and trying to go back to sleep. Saita was never a morning person, Ikkaku knew that, and yet he always made sure to try to wake her up early. He was quite the slave driver, when he had been her Senpai, but he was not anymore and Saita did not listen to him much anymore. Saita knew that the bald man did it simply because he enjoyed annoying her until her breaking point. Strangely it was fun for him, but it did not mean that he did not care about her; his way of showing that he cared was different than most.

Ikkaku growled at the headstrong girl and threatened to pull Hōzukimaru, his Zanpakuto on her if she did not get up. However, his idle threats did not bother her at all. She was much too hardheaded to listen and the fact that she had known him long enough to know when she could get away with being lazy and when she could not was reason enough for her to believe that he would not unsheathe his Zanpakuto.

"Go ahead, Ikkaku, pull Hōzukimaru out. But, you know as well as I that Seijakusenshi and I would kick both of your asses in less than five minutes." Saita growled lazily, sending Ikkaku a blank look, before closing her eyes and pulling her covers over her head, again. It was a bluff and one that she pulled quite often, but still she could fight on even ground with the elder man, on a good day.

"Okay, that's it!" Ikkaku growled, before angrily stomping out of Saita's small apartment, with an evilly sly grin plastered on his face. Saita would get up before noon; he would make sure of it. She might try to scalp him later for it, but the temptation was just too hard to resist.

Saita let out a sigh of relief and sleepily muttered, "Thank Kami-sama, he's finally gone." before happily slipping back into unconsciousness. Unknowing of the evil scheme the bald man had planned for her.

"Saita." A cold voice knocked her out of her sleep like a blade through her gut. Instantly, like lightning her eyes flashed open, she shot up off her bed and quickly unsheathed Seijakusenshi and blocked her shoulder and not one second later a heavy weight slammed down upon her back and a loud clash could be heard ricocheting off her bland colored walls.

"Heh, Saita, I heard that you didn't want to get up." The cold voice chuckled behind her.

"Damn that Ikkaku bastard! He should have fought me himself! Instead of calling you… Kenpachi Zaraki-Taicho." Saita growled, before bolting out of her apartment and away from her psychopathic Taicho, who immediately started chasing after her as she ran for her life. If her crazy Taicho caught her now, she would be in the infirmary for a few weeks and being bedridden with the fourth Division Captain hovering over her like a mother hen was not something Saita wanted.

'Damn you to hell Ikkaku Madarame!' Saita cursed the said man, mentally as she ran through the market of Seireitei. Ikkaku Madarame was going to pay for this, she swore angrily. He would not get away with causing her this humiliation. Everyone is the Seireitei was sure to hear about this, even if they did not see it.

"That was clever, Ikkaku… but was it really necessary?" Yumichika Ayasegawa asked his comrade who was snickering as he watched Saita run away from their Taicho.

"Yes, it was. She would have never gotten her lazy ass up, if I wouldn't have." Ikkaku replied with an evil smirk, as the blonde haired woman disappeared into the crowded streets.

"You're right; she would have slept for days if the Captain wouldn't have jarred her out of bed." Yumichika snickered with a similar smirk as his bald comrade.

"Move! Move damn you! I said move!" Saita hissed evilly at the innocent people who were blocking her only escape route, from her murderous Taicho. It would be easy for him to find her in this crowd, even if his directional skills were zero. If she got past these people though, her chances of out running him were a good 98. She just had to make these people move out of her way, otherwise she would be fighting her Captain amongst them and that was most undesirable. They would only hinder her movements, as they were now.

Suddenly, she collided with a large shoulder and was harshly shoved sideways, which made her loose her footing and stumble, but she did not fall. Looking up, her gaze was harsh and demanding, but when she saw who had shoved her, her temper just escaladed as she locked gazes with a tall, sneering, tattooed and red-haired male; apparently, it was not only their personalities that clashed when they were around one another.

"Watch where you're going, baka-onna," Renji Abarai, the newly appointed Fukutaicho of the sixth Division, sneered at the glaring blond haired girl. Before he harshly shoved her out of his way and walked off. He had better things to do than stand in the middle of the street and banter with the blonde enigma. She did nothing but irk him when she was around and he was glad that she was just a seated officer and he a Lieutenant, as he would not have so many chances to run into her.

However, Saita was not having any of it. She was not going to be pushed around like some nobody, especially by Renji Abarai. 'Oh, hell no! You are not getting away with that shit, you damn Mutt!'