Alright so I decided I'm still going to finish this story and then I will edit it afterwards. However, I still posted the next part in the story anyway. It begins with the invasion of soul society.
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Gin Ichimaru smiled. Today had been fun and now it was only getting better. He swung open the double doors and swaggered in like the captain of Squad Three always should - with a spring in his step and a big grin fixed on his face.
He was in the large undecorated room normally reserved for meetings such as this. Polished wood shone beneath his feet, at the far end of the room was the only piece of furniture, a simple chair - on which sat an extremely old man with long eyebrows and squinting eyes. His head was bald and his white beard was long and braided. There was a wooden staff in one hand and he was dressed in black robes with a white coat. Ichimaru could not see it from here but he knew on the back was inscribed the number one.
The ten other people in the room all wore the same black robes and white jacket. They were lined up in two rows with a narrow aisle between them so that the view between Ichimaru and the captain of Squad One, Yamamoto, was unobstructed.
"What's this?" Ichimaru said, narrowed eyes taking in everyone present. "All these VIPs came all the way out here just to see little ol' me?"
"Shut up, Gin." The curt voice came from a tall, imposing man who towered over just about everyone else present. The sleeves were ripped from his white jacket. His black hair stuck out in spikes that were about two feet long each and every tip held a tiny bell - the jingling of which had once led to Ichimaru to ask him whether he'd pulled any sleighs since Christmas.
A narrow scar slashed down the right side of the man's face and the left eye was covered by an eye patch - Ichimaru had also asked him once whether he found that pesky chest of buried treasure or not.
Today, however, Ichimaru nodded to the captain of Squad Eleven and said in a friendly tone, "Kenpachi. You're looking particularly menacing today."
Kenpachi bared his teeth, not amused. "I knew you were a lazy bastard and your squad is next to useless in a fight, but really? You couldn't take care of half a dozen or so Ryoka?"
Ichimaru cocked his head, somehow appearing puzzled even with that broad smile on his face. "Oh? Did they survive? Hmmm…How odd. I thought I killed them."
"Bullshit," Kenpachi snarled. "All captains should be more then capable of telling when their opponent's life energy has ceased!"
"Kenpachi, I'm going to be honest with you. I've just been so distracted lately that I–"
"Lay off the opium and maybe you'll see the world a little clearer!"
"Perhaps I should," Ichimaru conceded even as he continued walking down the line. He greeted each captain in turn. "Komamura – glad to see you still haven't taken that basket off. Can't allow that ugly mug to see the light of day now, can we? Hitsugaya – they let you out of preschool for this? Shunsui – brush your teeth, man, that's just disgusting. Hey, Soi Fon! Later, do you want to –?"
"For the last time, no." Soi Fon answered curtly. She was the rail-thin captain of Squad Two and the Stealth Force, "And stop sending me Hell butterflies in the middle of the night! It's creepy!"
Ichimaru managed a dejected smile. "Okay, then."
He immediately brightened when he saw the next person. "Hey, Tousen! Seen any good movies lately – oh wait, I'm sorry. Mayuri – going for the all-natural look? Good for you! Kuchiki – hey, I really am sorry about your sister. Oh, sorry, step-sister. She's been a real pain in the ass lately, hasn't she? Unohana – sorry, I don't have any sarcasm prepared for you, so I'll be on my way…"
He had shivered upon spying the middle-aged woman with her black hair braided in front of her. His voice was grim when he said, "Never again, Unohana." Upon spying a young man with messy brown hair and thick square glasses with black frames, Ichimaru brightened and said, "Hey there, Superman."