AN: I am both shocked and honored of the questions people are asking. Do you really pay attention to this crap I write? Lol just kidding. Hopefully this chapter will answer your questions, this is kinda a look of what went on behind the scenes...Enjoy

The Day of Zaraki's Outburst….

Yamamoto was, at the least, not thrilled. What was going on with all these revolts lately? Back in his day, he and Chamber 46 ruled with an Iron Fist over Soul Society…Oh the good old times…He sighed then gazed around the room at each captain. All eyes were on him asking the same question, should we give chase? He shook his head, his mind traveling back to old memories of the past…His eyes again scanned over the remaining captains; Soi Fon's forehead was creased with deep lines of concentration, what was she thinking about? Unohana's head was bowed, her reaitsu giving off a sense of "Doom" throughout the room. Kuchiki was not amused as he stared intensely towards the Captain-General, lips puckered into a thin line of annoyance. Komamura kept sending Yamamoto a look of admiration, at least the old man knew someone was on his side. Kyōraku and Ukitake were both distributing potent glares towards their ancient superior, while Hitsugaya was still awestruck of Zaraki's outburst; his gaze was still focused on the great wooden doors. Kurotsuchi hopped from one foot to the other, nervousness seeping from his pathetic form.

Groaning Shigekuni Yamamoto-Genryūsai rubbed his temples, why did he have to get all the pressure and tension? "This meeting is dismissed!" No, he thought, he knew it wasn't going to end that easily.

Slowly, a few of the captains turned and hesitantly walked out the doors. Nevertheless, three stayed behind, all glaring at the Captain-General. Unohana was the first to approach, chin held up high defiantly, "What are you thinking, Yamamoto-sama? You can not just send the subordinates that I love and cherish like my own children, out into such a heinous plan!"

The old man shook his head, "Retsu, you know I have no say in what Chamber 46 commands. This is the law and we must follow, or else be punished like will Zaraki."

Unohana's eyes still held that spark, Yamamoto was familiar with. When she was younger, Retsu would always face an issue with her goal set in her mind; she would achieve it even if it meant death. Things don't change it seems, "We are the commanders of our divisions, Yamamoto-sama! Surely if all squads rally up their troops we can stop this atrocious plan from happening, together!"

The prehistoric man shook his head long beard swaying to the sides, "No…it's not that simple I'm afraid. Each division would be slaughtered in an instant if it revolted against the order."

Ukitake cocked his head to the side, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "What do you mean, Sensei?"

Yamamoto turned his back to them, again his eyes fell upon the full moon, "We are not the only divisions, remember? There is still one left that is not under our control, my control."

Kyōraku withdrew a bottle and took a long swig of his sake (remember he snuck it into the room in chapter 1), before mumbling, "Division number Zero, the Royale Guard."

Yamamoto nodded, "Hai. The division filled with previous captains whose levels may even surpass our own."

A gasp escaped Unohana's lips as Ukitake's fist clenched tightly as the white haired man furiously shook his head, "No! Those previous captains would not even have a thought to the destruction of their past divisions! They would certainly refuse!"

"No," Yamamoto looked over his shoulder at his old students; they we like his sons and daughter, "if the king of Soul Society gives the command…Then the Gotei 13 will be annihilated. No one would survive."

Kyōraku once again took a swig of his favorite beverage, "This is…quite an issue we are having."

"Yes," Yamamoto replied, "it is a huge problem."

Silence followed, before a soft murmur escaped from Ukitake, "Then…there's nothing left to do, is there?"

Yamamoto shook his head, eyes staring at the silver moon above, "No…there is not."

Kyōraku tipped his hat down, covering his eyes as he softly stated, "I'm going home. If there is nothing that can stop this, then I would like to spend the rest of the time with my subordinates."

A small smile spread over the captains, while a small chuckle emitted from Ukitake's throat, "Did I hear correctly Shunsui, or was that just the alcohol talking?"

The captain of the 8th playfully punched his dear friend, "No, no, I care for my division as much as you and Unohana do. I'm just saying…My poor Nanao-chan! Oh how she'll be heartbroken! I must go and comfort her!" Turning, he quickly dashed from the room.

Ukitake groaned, while at the same time, bowing his head respectfully to his sensei, "I better go after him. Thank you for your time Genryūsai-dono." He then gave chase to the drunkard, while calling out, "Shunsui! Slow done! Wait a second! Don't you make a face at me!"

When the two were out of ear shot, and their reaitsu died down, Unohana Retsu gazed sadly at the Captain-General, "When were you going to tell me about your condition?"

The older man continued to stare out into the night sky, "I do not know what you are talking about, Captain Unohana."

She walked toward him, standing by his side. Her eyes focused upon the stars, "Your heart problem, Yamamoto-sama."

He stayed silent for a moment, before softly replying, "…It makes me weak, and why worry about me when thousands of innocent souls are about to be massacred."

"Yamamoto-sama, please, I can help you, just give me the chance."

After a moment he calmly answered, "…I've observed the moon for centuries, the same exact one," he pointed at finger at the large silvery orb in the black starry sky, "Yet it still shines bright even at a time of misery and death. It gives me hope that if it could live this long without loosing its grace and power, than I can as well," he turned his gaze unto the beautiful healer, "I'm old, Retsu. Very old…Maybe it's finally time I acknowledge that fact…Please leave."

"Yamamoto-sama…"

"Please Retsu, go. Go and be with your subordinates. You need all the time you can get."

The woman nodded as she bowed, "I understand…Yamamoto-dono." She then sent him a compassionate and caring look before strolling elegantly from the room, leaving Yamamoto deep in his thoughts.

Unohana's robes flowed softly behind her, as she quietly commanded, "Captains Kyōraku and Ukitake please stop this childish behavior and come out."

The two captains shuffled out from the shadows, each holding an expression as if they were caught stealing a cookie from the forbidden jar, "Hey Captain Unohana! You're still here?"

She came to a halt, "Of course, its late, why are you two still here?"

"Well," Shunsui began, "we would like to discuss a certain matter at hand."

"Oh and what is that?"

Ukitake held up his hands, indicating all around, "If a rebellion against Chamber 46 occurs, which we are positive that this will, we shall not fight against it."

Unohana blinked a few times before shaking her head, "Not fight against it? Are you mad?! That's a preposterous idea."

"Retsu," Shunsui gently touched her arm, "you and I both know that you would do anything to stop Chamber 46's ruling, however, we can't interfere. If we do the Zero Division will most definitely appear. We are the last three that holds history of the past Retsu. You, most of all, hold the one thing that is desired if ever discovered. That's why we need to stay back and let Zaraki Kenpachi do what he does best."

"Cause chaos," Ukitake grinned.

The healer looked away, they were right. She needed to stay out of this… She didn't know why, but she believed Kenpachi was the only one who could stop this, "I understand."

Kyōraku clapped his hands together, "Well that settles it! Let the games begin!"

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Soi Fon lay soundlessly in bed, musing over her troubled thoughts; Kenpachi or Law? The moon's silver glow flittered through the window, lighting her bedroom up all around. Clutching the stuffed animal tighter to her she whispered to herself, what would Yoruichi-sama do?

She scoffed, Yoruichi-sama would follow what she believed was right, even if it meant death. Hell look where she was right now, running around the living world happy as can be. Closing her steel grey eyes, Soi Fon curled up into a ball remembering all the chaos and havoc she wreaked. Just like…Kenpachi was doing now…So Kenpachi was like Yoruichi, but was a guy? Yet he was…Yoruichi…A blush slowly formed across her face...well…maybe this was a sign…maybe she could actually be "happy" and follow what she felt was right. But what was this "right" this justice anymore?

AN:Hey everyone I hope you liked. oh I'm thinking about a beta reader if you're interested. Please Review!!