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Day One
Captain-Commander Yamamoto considered his options over the matter presented by the Captains. There was no doubt that Aizen was the larger threat, but this issue required their attention as well. Evidently, due to Substitute-Soul Reaper Ichigo Kurosaki, as well as his powerful friends, there was a huge increase in Hollow activity in their village. While they certainly had done a fine job of handling the issue so far, there was no way that they could possibly eliminate every Hollow that showed up, especially as the numbers grew. And a few Hollows were more than smart enough to hide while they killed in secret. So, it would be irresponsible of the Soul Reapers not to do their job, and help eliminate the Hollows of Karakura Town.

So, they had no choice but to send a few seated officers there. With Aizen still a threat, they couldn't afford to send a Captain or Lieutenant. So, it had been decided to send a mixed group of officers. A three man team would be best, small and powerful, without sacrificing too many resources. The co-3rd Seat of Division 13, Kiyone Kotetsu, the 7th Seat of Division 4, Hanatarou Yamada, and the 4th Seat of the 11th Division, 'Butler', would be a well-balanced team, and would be somewhat normal in their behavior.

That's how Captain-Commander Yamamoto reasoned it when he made his bet on what would happen to the 11th after the 4th was removed. The smart money was that it would become a manure-filled sty that was perpetually on fire while everyone tried to kill each other, resorted to cannibalism, and finally all died of various diseases/wounds as a result.

Oh how he underestimated them.

As the team of Soul Reapers entered Karakura Town, they took a brief moment to marvel at the wonders of the modern society filled with technology. Until a car crashed and one of them ran over to perform a konso. And again when a guy got mugged for his wallet. And then the bank robbery. And the other car crash. Then the alley rape...

They quickly were disillusioned as to the wonders of modern society.

Especially after they saw the hospital, where half of the people were in for the same or similar reasons.

"Hey, I've got a question for you." Kiyone asked Hanatarou as they tour- I mean familiarized themselves around Karakura.

"W-What is it?" Hanatarou meekly responded.

"What's the logic of putting us three together? I mean, we have someone from the 4th, the 11th, and the 13th, how does that work?" She elaborated.

"Well, I'm probably here just to heal you both when you fight, um...Butler is here to be the heavy fighter, and you're probably here to keep him from trying to eat me." Hanatarou quietly explained.

"That makes sense, I guess. But why would he eat you?" Kiyone asked.

"W-Well, he is in the 11th..." Hanatarou replied, looking somewhat scared of the man in front of them. He was a fair distance away, but if he still could hear them, he didn't want to give him ideas, or worse, anger him...

"Yeah, but that just means he'll beat you to a bloody pulp, not eat you! Hollows do that. He'll probably just fight whenever we see a Hollow and get that weird desire to kill that defines the 11th out of his system, and you'll be fine." Kiyone reasoned.

Hanatarou tripped over a sewer grate, loosing his shoe.

"Unless you break your own neck, but otherwise, you'll be fine!" She corrected.

"I have no reason to fight either of you." 'Butler' said from behind her.

"AIIEEE!" Kiyone squealed as she shunpo'ed away. Hanatarou just froze up while trying to free his foot and hoped that if he didn't move, Butler wouldn't see him.

Butler shrugged and continued checking the area for any Hollows. Or a restaurant, it was hard to tell. They did need to eat something, after all.

At the 11th Division, the entire barracks was quickly realizing the difficulty of cleaning. They had been shocked at the discovery of a washing machine. It appeared that this was how the 4th seat cleaned their sheets, and they had never noticed. Yumichika was going into some sort of euphoric state of shock as he discovered a 'Delicate' feature. Everyone processed this new information, a task that required several minutes of temple-rubbing and steaming ears, as they tried to figure out how to get their sheets clean. They had gotten to "Put sheets in washer." when they were interrupted when the kitchen caught fire. Evidently, someone had decided that the oven was to cook things with while they were looking for food. Sadly, they forgot to take the eggs out of the carton.

"You know, I've got another question." Kiyone said.

"Yes, w-what is it this time?" Hanatarou replied.

"How do you fight with a mop?" Kiyone mused.

"I'm more curious as to how he performs konso." Hanatarou mused in turn. He then started to walk into oncoming traffic until Kiyone grabbed him.

"At this rate, you'll kill yourself before anything else." She grumbled.

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't look where I was going, and I could have hurt you if you hadn't pulled away in time-" Hanatarou was cut off from his frantic apologizing as Kiyone slapped her hand over his mouth.

"Honestly, with all the annoying apologizing you do, I'm starting to see why most Soul Reapers look down on the 4th." She moaned.

"I'm sorry, I just..." Hanatarou started

Kiyone sighed. This was getting to be an annoying mission already, and the 11th Division guy hadn't even acted up yet. She was not looking forward to when that started.

Butler just ignored them both as he continued to look for either a Hollow or a place to eat.

Finally, after hours, of searching, came the most glorious thing he had ever laid eyes upon. It was imposing, powerful, and surrounded by people! It reeked of the smell of old meat! It was a Pizza Hut! Such a thing whose food he had only heard rumor of in the Soul Society! And best of all, he didn't have to cook!

Butler ran off into the red-roofed building looking like a man possessed.

"What got into him? There aren't any Hollows in the area..." Kiyone asked, confused.

"I think he was just hungry." Hanatarou replied, somewhat awed as the man tore through a slice of pizza in the time it took to read this last sentence.

"Maybe we should join him. If he's distracted by food, he probably won't hurt us." Kiyone reasoned.

"I guess. Ever had pizza?" Hanatarou agreed, then asked.

"No. You?" She responded.

"No. Let's try it." Hanatarou then tripped over his own shoe lace and smashed face-first into the pavement.

Kiyone just shook her head and walked past him.

In the 11th, Yumichika had been officially put in charge of cooking. The reasoning was that anyone so obviously gay must have some feminine traits, and women were naturally good at cooking! Everyone lined up as Yumichika smiled in his flowery pink apron, which he was saving for just this occasion for reasons beyond the comprehension of a straight man, and served them a green, slightly gelatinous slime from a large pot filled with the same, only with what looked like a living octopus in it.

Most were just happy that it wasn't as bad as Rangiku's cooking. And those that had heard of Orihime's 'talent' had since learned never to complain about their food.

Next on the list of problems, they needed to figure out what to do with all the bodies in the courtyard. But that could wait until tomorrow.

After getting something to eat, the new group of Soul Reapers decided that they needed to tell Ichigo that they were here. However, none of them knew where he lived. They then argued for a few hours (Or rather, Kiyone tried to argue, as she was used to it, Hanatarou just stood to the side waiting to agree with the outcome, and Butler ignored both of them while he ate his pizza.) before Hanatarou suggested that they track Ichigo's spiritual pressure to his house. Agreeing with the idea, they soon found the family's clinic and saw that Ichigo was not home. They resolved to wait until he returned home and fell asleep, as it was quite late at this point. Or, Kiyone and Hanatarou fell asleep, while Butler cleaned the yard and house while everyone else (including the Kurosaki family) slept, and then fell asleep.

Ichigo returned home with Rukia, tired from a long night of Hollow-hunting. Even worse, there weren't any Hollows to begin with, as evidently Rukia's pager was acting up again. Tired and irritated, the two of them jumped through the window into Ichigo's room. As he rolled onto his bed-

"HELLO, SUBSTITUTE SOUL REAPER ICHIGO KUROSAKI!" Kiyone yelled while she slammed the closet door open, eager to greet him first due to her being accustomed to competing for it. This caused Rukia to fall back on her ass while Ichigo jumped out of bed and hit the ceiling. Hanatarou rubbed his eyes as he got up next to Kiyone and kneeled inside the closet as she did, while Butler leaned out from behind the other door to see.

"WHAT THE HELL?" Ichigo yelled (like a little girl).

"We are here to help relieve you of the issue of the high Hollow concentration! We hope our assistance is welcome and helpful! Now, is there anything at all we can do to help?" Kiyone continued.

Ichigo blinked stupidly, and processed this for a few moments.

"For starters, get out of my closet and let me sleep! And why are you in my closet anyhow?! Find someplace else to sleep!" He yelled.

"Yeah, that's where I sleep! So listen to him and come see us in the morning!" Rukia chimed in.

"Oh. Okay!" Kiyone agreed happily as she and the other two climbed out. They jumped through the window and probably slept in the yard instead.

"What is it about my closet that makes it so damn attractive to Soul Reapers..." Ichigo grumbled as he rolled back into bed.