The interviews took forever to write even though it's only a few questions for each. There are things I found on the Bleach Wiki about some of the characters that I didn't know before I read their pages so I put a few things in. Also, with the interviews I really did all of the characters from Bleach because it's kind of fun, though it's a pain to figure out what to write.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for Tsuki and her sword.


Ch. 3

Mashiro was bounding around the floor excitedly as she kept exclaiming that they were doing their interviews later that day. Hisagi had his eyes closed and he was trying to meditate before the other tributes got back from their meetings with their chaperones. The green-haired girl poked Hisagi and he gritted his teeth, still wondering how in the hell Kensei even put up with her as a lieutenant before he was a shinigami himself.

"Shuuhei, Shuuhei, Shuuhei… SHUUHEI!" She exclaimed and his eyes opened.

"Go talk to your zanpakuto." Was his reply. "It's best to do that to clear your head."

Mashiro pouted but complied quietly. He was glad that she was finally quiet. The quiet didn't last long though. The two tributes came in and tapped the shinigami.

"Hey, they want to see you and give you pointers." The male said and pointed them towards where they had come from. Hisagi didn't respond and the male gave Mashiro a look. "What's wrong with him?"

"He's meditating. I'll wake him up." She said and knocked Hisagi over with a big 'glomp.' "Get up! We're needed."

He groaned for her to get off of him and she told him 'nope.' Shuuhei sighed as she pulled him off the ground, telling him that they are going to get some pointers for their interview. While she talked he wondered what Rangiku was doing to get ready for her interview.

They went together to talk to the 'chaperones' as Hisagi decided to call them in his mind. He first went with the survivor of the Hunger Games.

"Since you have a punk look, it would be best to play at being the calm and collected person."

My regular self.

"Answer truthfully."

Right…

"You're done."

Hisagi nodded and went over to Mashiro to have her go to the survivor.

That conversation was basically Mashiro be ditzy and bubbly.

The other 'chaperone' looked at Hisagi and smiled. "You should always be pleasant, keep your posture, and even make them think you have a secret."

He nodded, not really caring. The shinigami looked at Mashiro and shook his head. Is she really actually soaking what they say up? Are the other shinigami being coached? And why the hell do they care? We aren't their responsibility.

On the ninth floor Rangiku was trying to coach Toshiro on how to act in his interview and he kept trying to freeze the entire floor out of irritation.

"Don't scare them Taicho! No one is going to send you anything in the arena if you scare the shit out of them!" She complained and he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Matsumoto, I will be myself." He replied, trying to get her shut her big mouth.

"But Taicho!" She exclaimed and he shot her a glare. "Fine…"

The strawberry blonde pouted and went to her room to relax, leaving her taicho out on the couch.

Toshiro sighed and closed his eyes, taking advantage of quiet time so he could talk to Hyourinmaru for a bit.

Most of the day most of the shinigami were talking to their zanpakuto and relaxing but some of them were actually caring about the interviews. In the next few hours they were all put into nice clothes and their hair done for their interviews. It annoyed most of them to no end that they were being forced into clothes that weren't familiar.

Once they got ready all of the tributes were dragged to the TV station. The interviews started and the shinigami started to talk to each other.

"Soutaicho is probably watching to make sure we don't make a fool of ourselves and say too much." Sui-feng said, eyeing Ichigo, Omaeda and Renji.

Ichigo glowered at her then turned away. She's got a stick up her ass or something…

Sui-feng went onto the stage and looked at Ceaser Flickerman with disgust. He smiled at her and invited the captain warmly. She was in a plain little black dress and her hair in the normal style it was in.

"Tell us SoiFon-"

"Sui-feng."

"Sui-feng, what do you think of the Capitol?"

"Different from home."

"How so?"

"People dress weird."

"That sounds about right since you're not from around here. So are you excited to enter the arena?"

"Yeah." To get this mission over with.

She was dismissed and her obese lieutenant walked on the stage. He smiled and sat down.

Omaeda looked at Ceaser, waiting for the man to start asking him questions.

"Marehchio, what do you think the arena will be like this Hunger Games?"

"Just call me Omaeda. I don't know." He shrugged.

"What was your favorite part of the training?"

"Not getting hit by Taicho." He laughed and Sui-feng seethed, already planning on hitting him while in the arena.

"Taicho?"

"Sui-feng, she's my superior."

"Ah. We're out of time, nice to talk to you Omaeda."

Tsuki walked on, practically flitting towards the chair. Her dress had the colors of a fairy-wren and it flowed as she moved. She looked like she was in a sari with a matching veil. The girl bowed and sat down.

"It's nice to meet you Flickerman-san." She said and he smiled at her.

"It's nice to meet you too Tsuki. How different is this place from what you're used to?"

"We're not allowed to spar. I mean, it would've been helpful."

"So you like to fight?"

"Kind of but I'd rather avoid getting too violent."

"Too violent?"

"Like one of my superiors back home. He's crazy. Ah well, aren't we all?"

Ceaser laughed as she giggled gently. Remembering that they only had a few minutes to talk she bowed to him.

"Yes we may as well be." He answered and she left the stage, letting her lieutenant on the stage.

"Izuru Kira, what do you think of your competition?"

"They're good." Only the other shinigami are.

"What's one word you would describe the… what's it called… Division you're from?"

"Despair."

"Why is that?"

"War is despair. That's what fighting is."

"Interesting…" He smiled and nodded. "Our time is up."

Izuru bowed and stepped off the stage.

Isane walked on the stage and smiled gently at the audience then at Ceaser. He grabbed her hand and shook it, making her blush ever so slightly.

"How do you think the training went?"

"It was good."

"How close are you to the other tribute of your division?"

"She's a good friend of mine."

"That's unfortunate."

"Yes, it is…" He's not that weak and we're not supposed to kill any of the tributes so he's fine. Right?

Isane fussed with her kimono for a second as she silently worried over Hanataro before Ceaser spoke again. "Do you like him more than a friend?" He asked which offended the meek lieutenant.

"That is none of your business. He and I have worked together for a long time. We're good co-workers." She bowed and dismissed herself off of the stage.

Hanataro walked on, tripping over nothing and blushing bright red. He apologized and Flickerman smiled at him. "No need to apologize. So tell us Hanataro, is there a romance between you and Isane?"

"N-no sir, she's just a friend. She's a superior and a mentor to me." He replied gently.

"You seem nervous, are you nervous about getting to the arena?"

"Y-yes… I'm not sure what to expect."

"Do you think you have a good chance to make it past the first day?"

He nodded, unsure of how to answer that question. Hanataro bowed and was dismissed while Momo walked on. She looked at the audience and her eyes got wide. The upbeat girl was surprised to see how many people were there to watch the interviews. Momo sat down and smiled.

"What's your favorite pastime?"

"Reading and drawing." She smiled. (1)

"Really?"

"Yeah, I do illustrations for books for the school back home."

"That's very interesting. You seem so kind, are you ever violent?"

"Yes, only when I have to be." I will attack anyone who hurts my friends…

"What do you think about being young?"

"I can't wait till I'm older. There's nothing great about being young. Being young means that you're still naive. That's why it feels like you're soaring in the sky or sinking beneath the ocean when someone you admire betrays you. Those emotions control your entire life and can make you lose sight of who you are. By growing older, your heart grows more experienced. You grow one step further away from being controlled by your feelings and are able to keep from soaring through the sky or sinking to the depths of the ocean. That's what it means to grow older." She said to him and sighed. (2)

"It seems that you've had a great deal of turmoil." She nodded. "I'm sorry but time's up."

The 'peach' bowed and left the stage. Ichigo stepped on with his permanent scowl on his face and Ceaser smiled at him.

"You got the other eleven. You must have been impressing to the Gamemakers."

"Probably." I'm a pretty good fighter.

"Does your name mean strawberry?"

Ichigo's eye twitched in irritation. "My name means to protect one thing."

"So you protect?"

"Yes. I protect those closest to me."

"Are the tributes from the other divisions close to you?"

The carrot top nodded and Ceaser frowned at that. "Some of my best friends are here."

"The odds aren't in your favor either."

Screw the odds, I'm not here to kill anyone. I'm here for a mission and I will do this without losing someone close to me. We are here to try to stop these games because it upsets the balance or something. Gramps wants us to stop these damn games and we will stop them. "I say screw the odds, they've never been to my favor but they always bend to my will."

Ceaser smiled and dismissed him, letting the quiet Mihane on the stage.

She fixed her glasses and smiled at him. "It's nice to meet you."

"You too Mihane. So, tell me, what do you think about the other tributes?"

"Some are nice, others are kind of rude but that's how life is."

"True." She bowed and dismissed herself, letting her loud lieutenant get on stage.

His long hair was down and some of his tattoos were showing. He was smiling and looked at Ceaser, sitting in the chair lazily.

"How do you think you're going to fare in the arena Renji?"

"Pretty well." I'm going to blow their minds! Totally gonna have a spar with Ichigo and give them a show.

"Are you as strong as you look?"

"Stronger, ask Hisagi."

"Are you excited to fight?"

"Yeah, it's fun to fight the people from the other divisions at home." They're in for a show.

"You fight at home?"

"More like sparing but yeah" Are we done yet?

"I should venture a guess that all of you from the divisions are close, right?"

"We're fairly close. We've spent a lot of time together." Understatement of the century…

"We're out of time; it was nice talking to you." Renji nodded and left.

Hiyori walked on with her arms crossed and a frown on her face. She had no will to be there but was forced by Sajin to actually get off of their floor. The small blonde glared at the audience then and Ceaser who looked a little nervous about her.

"Don't take too long." The former lieutenant said irritably.

"Okay… So, what do you think of the competition."

"They are weaklings."

"Why do you say that?"

"Those who aren't from the divisions have barely any experience and I just don't like most of the people from the divisions."

"Isn't she precious?" Ceaser asked sarcastically and Hiyori snorted.

"The dumbass Shinji is better at sarcasm than you."

Back in the Seireiti Shinji sneezed while he was doing paperwork.

"Nice talking to you, good luck."

Hiyori left without another word, flipping him the bird when Sajin took her place in the chair. The large wolf had his helmet on and nodded at Ceaser.

"You're hiding something behind that helmet, what is it?"

"Nothing you need to know," was his kind response.

"How do you like it here?"

"It's nice."

"What's your favorite thing about the Capitol?"

"There are a lot more dogs than at home."

"Do you miss home?"

The almost ten foot wolf clapped a gentle hand on Ceaser's shoulder. "Yes, I do."

With that he left and Nanao sat down. She fixed her glasses and waited for him to start asking her questions.

"You're a serious person aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because you shouldn't be lazy and fooling around all the time."

"That's not a fun way to live life."

"It's one way I've lived for a long time."

"Do people tell you that you should lighten up?"

"Yes."

"Why don't you listen to them?"

"Someone has to stay in charge when the main person isn't doing what they are supposed to be doing."

Nanao bowed and left. Her flamboyant and kind captain walked on with his pink kimono on and his sakkat tilted to hide his face. The man was a bit drunk already.

"What do you think about the fighting?"

"It's dumb. You should always try to find a peaceful solution first. You should also never take the life of an innocent." This is absolutely barbaric that they make children fight to the death.

"So you're a peace-loving man?"

"You could say that."

"Why do you wear that pink thing?"

"I like it."

"What are you going to do without it in the arena?"

"Go on as normal. It's no big deal."

They shook hands and Mashiro bounded onto the stage happily. Hisagi's groan was audible as she greeted the audience and Ceaser with annoying excitement.

"I'm so glad to be here! I mean this is going to be so much fun!"

"I'm glad to see you're excited. Why are you?"

"Because I get to see a lot of neat things of course!"

"How much caffeine have you had?"

"None, I don't drink or eat anything with caffeine in it. It's terrible for you."

"What did you think about your room when you got here?"

"IT'S BETTER THAN KENSEI'S OFFICE!" She exclaimed, making some of the shinigami cringe at how stupid she was being.

"Who's Kensei? You're lover?"

That comment had Ichigo laughing and she shot the strawberry a deadly glare. "No silly, he's a great friend of mine!"

"Well, let's hope you can make it back to see him. Good luck."

"THANK YOU!" Mashiro exclaimed and bowed to him, then quickly bounded back off of the stage.

Hisagi strode on calmly with his hands in his pockets. The man took a seat and waited only a second before the questions started.

"So, everyone has been wondering, what does the tattoo on your face mean?"

"The 69 was inspired by the man who saved my life."

"That's a good reason to have it. But why was it inspired by him?"

"He had a 69 tattooed on his stomach. His name has the kanji for the number six in it and nine meaning the ninth division."(3)

"Ah, that's a lot more appropriate. Do a lot of people ask you about it?" The audience laughed a bit at that.

"Yes. They always think it means something else."

"Well, they shouldn't assume." Hisagi nodded and smiled. "Renji said to ask if he was stronger than he appeared, is that true?"

"Yes, it is true. We all are stronger than we appear."

The timer went off and Ceaser looked annoyed. "I'm sorry, that's all the time we have. Good luck."

Matsumoto didn't walk on she strutted onto the stage. Her already huge chest was emphasized by her short black and blue dress. The lieutenant had a smile on her face as she flipped her hair.

"You're gorgeous, but tell me do you use it as an advantage when you fight?"

"Thank you Ceaser. Of course, why wouldn't I?"

"True. So, are you able to tell when something's wrong with someone?"

Her smile faded and she nodded. "Yes. I'm very sensitive to the feelings of others around me."(4)

"I see, are you good with strategies?"

"Yes, I'm very good. I like to turn people against their allies when in battle. Only my friends know how I do this." Rangiku smirked. "But I love to have fun with people. Kyoraku, Hisagi and I hang out often."(5)

The bell rang and Rangiku frowned. She wasn't done talking about herself. "Well, I wish you luck in the arena."

Toshiro walked on the stage to see Rangiku still in the chair and his eye twitched.

"Matsumoto, you can show off some other time."

"But Taicho!" She exclaimed and he glared, making her get up quite quickly.

"You're her superior and you're younger? That's amazing."

Toshiro leveled a glare at Ceaser. "Let's not talk about age."

"Uh… Sorry, so are you close to her?"

He made a noise that sounded a little positive.

"What about the mousy girl? Momo right?"

"Hinamori and I were childhood friends."

"What do you hope the weather is like in the arena?"

"Not smoldering. I prefer cooler weather."

"What do you think of violence?"

"It is swinging your weapon out of hate. That is not what a superior does. What a superior does is swing their weapon out of duty."

"Very philosophical…" The timer rang and Toshiro dismissed himself.

Yachiru was pushed on the stage by Yumichika as she took a bite of a candy bar that seemed to come out of nowhere. She was happily eating the candy when Ceaser spoke to her.

"Aw, aren't you adorable!"

The little girl glared. "I'm eating candy!"

He laughed a little bit and patted her on her head. "We don't have much time and I would love to hear more about you."

She nodded and shoved the candy in her mouth, swallowing it whole.

"So, you're adorable but you must be hiding something. You're a fighter aren't you?"

The little girl nodded. "Ken-chan teaches me."

"Who's Ken-chan?"

"A great guy!" She exclaimed. "Can I have more candy Bluey?"

"Bluey?"

"Yeah, that's your new name." She smiled brightly and he laughed kindly.

"I see, you give nicknames."

"Mhm." He gave her candy and she was off quickly.

Yumichika walked on the stage, combing his hair with his hand and he sat down, crossing his leg over his knee casually.

"My, what's with the style here? It's obnoxious!"

"It's different than you style I see."

"Very, I mean, I am the definition of beauty."

"So you're a narcissist?"

"You could say that."

"Now to get serious, what has been your favorite thing about the training?"

"It was amusing to see the inexperienced tributes try to be good with weapons."

"So, you're skilled?"

"Yeah, have to in the eleventh division if you're gonna survive."

"So, what's with the feathers?"

"I love them, they're beautiful and look good on me."

"They do go with your personality…" The timer went off and Yumichika sighed, leaving the stage.

Nemu walked on quietly. She nodded and waited for the questions to start.

"Are you a hunter or a gatherer?"

"I'm neither."

"What are you then?"

"A fighter…"

"You're not talkative are you?"

"Not particularly."

"So you're shy?"

"Yeah..."

Ceaser nodded and wished her good luck, dismissing her and the crazy captain stepped onto the stage. He had a malicious grin plastered on his face. Ceaser shuddered under the calculating stare of the malicious captain.

"So… Um… You seem very dangerous."

"Why do you say that?" Came is creepily calm answer.

"That grin makes it apparent that you aren't kind when it comes to opponents."

Mayuri smirked at him. "It's fun to toy with them."

This sent a shudder through the audience and the crazed shinigami captain laughed. He looked back at Ceaser who was a little creeped out by the experiment happy captain.

"Do you treat it as something like a test while you're in battle?"

"Yes, it's an experiment."

"I understand." Ceaser gave a smile, hoping that the timer would go off already. He just wanted to be done with the captain because of the stare that he was getting. Ceaser felt that he might end up as a test subject or something but Mayuri was just being his normal, creepy self.

The timer went off and Ceaser gladly ushered him off the stage, letting Rukia on.

"Kuchiki, that's a noble name where you come from, right?" The host asked. He was very glad that Rukia wasn't a creep like Mayuri.

"Yes, I am adopted though. Nii-sama is the head of our clan." Rukia smiled.

"Adopted?"

"Yes, I was born poor. My sister was his wife and her dying wish was to have me adopted into the Kuchiki house."

"I'm sorry about your sister."

"I didn't really know Nee-san. She was nice though."

"Well, that's good that she was nice."

"Yep."

"So, how close are you and your brother?"

"He and I have known each other for a long time and well, he is very protective of me. I look up to him because of how noble he is." She smiled. "I'd say we're not very close but we're close enough."

Ceaser smiled at her and the timer went off. "I'm sorry but time's up. Good luck. Hopefully you can see your brother again."

Ukitake walked onto the stage as Rukia left and he bowed. The white haired man coughed into his hand for a few seconds and smiled.

"You're sick?"

"Yes but I am strong."

"What do you think about fighting?"

"There are two types of fights. Whenever we are in battle, we must be one of the two. The fight for life or…the fight for pride."

"Life or pride?"

"Yes. You fight for the pride of yourself, the pride of those close to you, the pride of your comrades, the pride of where you come from, or many other things you have pride in. With the fight for life you fight for the right to live. It's as simple as that." (6)

"That's very noble." Ceaser said with a smile. "Would you ever hurt a girl on purpose?"

"Never. It's against my moral code. These games go against my moral code. Killing children… It's wrong."

There was a nervous laugh from Ceaser as Ukitake talked about how the games were against his moral code. "You have a strong set of morals?"

"Yes, I live by them."

"Well, that's a good thing. Good luck in the arena."

The timer went off and Ukitake bowed. He then left the stage. Once he was gone Ceaser spoke to the crowd with a smile.

"This will be an interesting Hunger Games won't it? I guess all I can say is may the odds be forever in the favor of the tributes!" With that the interviews were over and the tributes were taken back to their hotel.

Once on their floors the tributes from the divisions were stared at by the other tributes on the floor. Clove and Cato were glaring at the two shinigami who gave no indication of caring what they thought. Glimmer and Marvel were coming up with plans on how to kill Omaeda and how to stay far away from most of the shinigami. Thresh looked at Rue and then at Nemu and her creator, not liking the man and planning his death. Katniss and Peeta watched Ukitake cough up blood with pity for the man. Rukia called Isane up to check out his condition. Effie watched the fourth division member give him herbal tea and other medical things from the fourth division. His attack lasted for an hour and Isane did exactly what Unohana would do to help him. Once he wasn't coughing she left, and had a big pot of medicinal tea for him to drink. Peeta went up to him and smiled kindly.

"You are sick. The capitol doctors could help."

"I'll be fine. Isane and Hanataro are good at what they do." He replied to the young man.

Katniss looked over at the tea. "She must be good. I can smell the herbs from here. Those are good ones. Let's hope that they have them in the arena if you have an attack."

He nodded. "I do know that they keep a medical pack with them everywhere. They can conceal it easily. You should get some sleep, both of you. You'll need it."

"Taicho, Nii-sama says hi." Rukia called and he smiled.

"Tell him that a report will come in soon." She nodded and he smiled again.

Effie liked that Ukitake told them that they should get to sleep so she ushered them off to bed and made them get to sleep. It took a while but everyone finally went to sleep so that they could rest one last night before the games officially started.


1: Momo's personality section on the Bleach Wiki says that her main pastimes are reading and drawing.

2: This is actually said to Matsumoto, Haineko and Tobiume in the anime but I like this quote a lot so I put it in. xD

3: It's on Kensei's page in the Bleach Wiki

4: Even though Matsumoto is self-centered she is very sensitive to others emotions.

5: Fun fact, though I don't say that they are actually drinking buddies. xD

6: Part of one of Ukitake's quotes.

Okay, so with the interviews done, the next part comes the ARENA! Muahahahaha! This'll be fun. Many surprises are sure to pop up. Alliances? Deaths, of course. Surprise 'guests?' I guess we'll have to wait to find out. I hope you liked this. ^_^