Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach…yeah…I just don't.

(And I apologize if you don't think Sentaro's are bad…I just don't like them and needed an example…)

Mashiro yawned, falling out of the tree she was sitting in. "Oi, Mashiro, meetings ov…never mind…" Kensei walked by her, "Come on, we've got some investigating to do."

"Investigating? Ooh, we haven't done that in a long time, what are we investigating?" Mashiro went onto her hands, then flipped moved to a standing position by flipping to her feet. "Don't know yet…but I will soon." The grey haired captain replied, walking off. "Where are you going Kensei-Taaaaaaaaaichou!?"
"To the library."

"Wow, you two really suck…" A teenager commented lazily, "You didn't get even one right…and great, now the guy with the tattoo is in snoop mode, this's gonna get complicated…TANEO, WHERE ARE YOU!?"

"Here sister…what is the reason for your call?" The boy from before with the navy hair appeared beside his sister, a girl with the same hair, wearing a short black dress with lace on the bottom and sleeves. "We're gonna go clean up Calx and Glacia's mistake of course."

"Calx's fault."

"Why do you always blame me for these things? You gave the directions to the damn places; I just did what I was told."

"SILENCE!!" A shadowy figure appeared in the room, flanked by a young man with charcoal eyes and raven hair. The figure glared at the navy haired female, "Regera, you will not go after them...in fact, this mistake may prove useful." The dark haired boy nodded, as if he comprehended the situation fully, then he spoke, his tone deeper than one would expect from the teen, who's figure almost made him look like a doll, "Yes, we got them nervous, but this did not cause an uproar, this way we can slowly wittle at them...this is practically the golden week for bad anniversaries, and since no one know our faces, we can move freely...so long as you all wear hats."

"Why should we wear hats?" The girl with the brown pixie cut asked, tilting her head to one side, a questioning expression on her child-like face.

'Well, I may not find a problem with your eyes, but the shinigami may not see it that way, am I correct in that assumption Raito?"

The boy nodded, "Seireitei is biased against anything it doesn't understand..." He frowned, "And since they don't understand much, it could present a problem if any of you are caught."

"Why is it a problem?" Regera asked, clearly confused as to why their eyes might present an issue. "Well, that is simple...the shinigami hunt hollows, you have the same eyes as what they hunt, that will confuse them, and they will persecute you, even if they don't know you are guilty." Raito crossed his arms in order to prevent his hands from clenching into fists as he remembered the foolishness of the 13.

"Oh..."

"When you put it that way..."

"Yeah, we'll wear hats..."

October 10th, 2008,

Somewhere in the middle of Rukongai, two children were playing in a field, had they been fortunate, nothing would have gone wrong and they would have gone to their small and insignificant home in the 54th district, happy as one can be in this world of sin...but unfortunately, the gods do not smile upon the young in this land, as was evident when their little field of momentary joy was lit ablaze by gas and a match.

October 10, 100 BCE,

Shigekuni Yamamoto Genryusai stands amidst the flames, pondering what he had just done. The remains of the village that had once stood upon that very spot we so charred on could barely recognize them as houses. The wind's howl sounded like the screams of those who had died. 'What...what have I done? Why would I burn down a town?' These thoughts raced through a young Yamamoto's head, then he remembered...they were traitors...traitors to soul society. The 46 had said so, and they wouldn't lie...so even if it seemed unlikely that the small child in the street had actually done anything...they must have. And so, with this, Shigekuni Yamamoto Genryusai walked away from the village in the 54th district of Rukongai.

"Wow, grass goes up faaaaa-aaaaast." Calx commented as he and Glacia walked away from the burning field, "I can't believe the captain commander burned down a town on this day, all those years ago...and some kids where playing in it!! Too perfect."

Yamamoto's eyes grew wide, "The village that was set ablaze 2108 years ago what?"

"The area was set ablaze today...sir...captain commander...Yamamoto-soutaichou..." The low ranking shinigami added nervously.

'Damn...now I have to call another captain's meeting..."