A/N: Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. All rights belong to Kubo.


Tick tock, tick tock, the clock is ticking for these men. The crime they committed in the past is huge and things are finally being brought to light.


Not many people in the whole Soul Society have had the chance to see shock in Byakuya Kuchiki's face– or any emotion whatsoever. After all, Byakuya had been trained for it. The head of the Kuchiki family should be patient, intelligent, diligent, and most important: The head of the Kuchiki family should never, ever, show his weaknesses to other people. It would only make you an easier target for your enemies.

But decades of training melt to nothing when one is caught by surprise.

"W-what?" He blinked.

"That's what you heard, Byakuya-sama," the doctor said. "I believe your late wife didn't die because she was sick, but because she was poisoned."


'How big?' you may wonder. Well, let's just say they poisoned the person this very important and famous figure loved the most.


"T-that's not possible. I would have-"

"I'm sorry to say this, Hisana-sama was a lovely woman that's true but, there are loads of money and power involved in this game. And quite frankly, a nobody from Rukongai is considered a nuisance in their way."

He didn't have to think too hard to know who were the ones under the doctor's suspicion. He also didn't have to think too hard if whether he should believe it or not. He knew his own family and elders very well, and to them, the ends always justified the means.


This person also held great emotional value to certain powerful people, who, by the way, are helping the famous figure to hunt all the snakes under the figure's roof.


"You know I would never ask for your help if it wasn't a serious matter," Byakuya said to the man sitting in front of him.

Unlike Byakuya, his robes were colorful and gold embroidered, and he didn't feel a bit uncomfortable expressing how he really felt. He was like a worse version of Captain Kyoraku, except that (as much as Byakuya hated that man) he wasn't a lazy drunk.

"And what does the leader of the Kuchiki family want from me? I thought you said you never wanted to see my face ever again or something like that. I'm not sure what you told me as I don't like to remember that day." He took a sip of his sake, filled his glass once again and took another sip. "I really hate remembering that day."

Watching as the man continued to drink, and fearing he would be just as drunk as the ignorant killing machines from the Eleventh, Byakuya said, "I want you to help me get the men who killed my wife."

The man froze.

"What do you want me to do?"


The men (or should I call them murderers?) are obviously trying to get away with their crime. They keep on trying to hide any evidence against them. But the truth always comes out.

I can guarantee you that blood will be spilled these next months.


A/N: This one has been left aside for months and today I finally decided to finish it, although my original idea was to write the elders too I just couldn't come up with anything.

P.S.: If you have any suggestions of people I can talk about feel free to PM me, or if you just have any blind suggestion. Also, don't forget to tell me what you think about this chapter!