A/N: I wanted to do a double update for this story. I really did. However, I wasn't satisfied with Chapter 11. It just wasn't coming out the way I want. This chapter, on the other hand, did and I must admit it wowed me. At first I wanted to split this into two but then I realized that it should be one cohesive piece. Why? It reveals how everything goes downhill. Yes. At one point I wanted to title this chapter something like "When Good Things End". This chapter will be, by far, the longest chapter I will ever post for any story. In addition, this chapter turned out very different, similar to the last two parts. Anyway, next week, I will post the next chapter (Midori finally wakes up, people!) that I will hopefully be satisfied with. Until then, enjoy this chapter.

CHAPTER 10—Relive the Past, Pt 6:

The last few months had been hell.

Ichimaru had suddenly piled a majority of Squad Three's work on Midori. The woman found herself staying in her office until midnight sometimes, trying to complete Ichimaru's paperwork because he didn't want to do it. After such nights, Midori had to wake up six hours later to meet Aizen for her training. It was worth it because she understood her shikai a little better now and her kido skills had greatly improved. But despite the wonderful benefits, she was always tired when she had another full day of work under Ichimaru. Then, to add to all that wonderful stress, she had been seeing illusions that bother her.

The visions didn't appear often, but when they did, they were always either one of two things. Sometimes it would be a bloody Shuuhei blaming Midori for his death. Other times, she would hear Aizen's voice and feel his embrace. These illusions would disappear after she blinked or did a double take. Midori would like to say she was crazy because everything would then make sense. But she knew that would be lying to herself. The illusions looked too real, felt too real to be ordinary hallucinations of the mind.

Once again, tired, Midori made her way to her headquarters.

I can't be the reason for Shuuhei's death because I love him. And I can't have feelings for Aizen because my heart belongs to Shuuhei. I know something is wrong with me because I'm the only one who sees them and hear voices. Yet Unohana-taichou claims that nothing is wrong and she must have checked me at least a dozen times. Ugh, this can't be a kido spell. I don't believe that such a kido spell exists.

Midori stopped walking and looked over to her right. Once again, she saw a bloody Shuuhei on the ground, looking at her with dull eyes. The woman was about to scream when strong arms wrap around her.

"Hey, Midori."

The woman looked over her shoulder and saw Shuuhei grinning at her. When she looked back at the illusion, it was gone. She shrugged off the dread and wrapped her arms around his neck. She smiled at the man, the only good thing she had going.

"Hello," she greeted before pecking him on the lips. "Where you're going?"

"Nowhere really. I have the day off. What about you?"

"I'm working."

"Ichimaru-taichou never seems to give you a break."

"Ichimaru-taichou will never give me one," Midori replied, the word 'taichou' leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. She had meant it in a mocking way but damn, it still got under her skin. Somehow, Midori doubt that she would get over the shock of the bastard being her taichou.

"You really hate him," Shuuhei commented.

"He hates me so it's only fair."

"But that's not healthy for a squad. You can't have two conflicting top officers or else it would be chaos."

"What would give you the idea we're conflicting?"

"I hear it from people I know in your squad. Plus," he added, "It's obvious to all the taichou and fukutaichou during meetings. Maybe you should try to be on better terms with Ichimaru-taichou. And then maybe, he'll be willing to give you a day off."

"Yeah but a day off is not worth it if I have to kiss his ass. So I'll just keep working my ridiculous hours."

Shuuhei shook his head at her stubbornness. He knew Midori would figure out other ways to deal with Ichimaru but he was beginning to think that hardly any of them would be legal. Ever since they had started dating again, he could tell that she was things keeping to herself, things that were bothering her. But she never told him because "they didn't affect him in any way" and she "wanted to deal with them herself". Despite her display of stubbornness, she could very soon break under all the stress. Shuuhei didn't know that he was the only reason why she was still together.

Midori stretched and glanced at the man. "Since Ichimaru won't ever give me a day off, why don't I just skip today and spend time with you?"

"You're not," Shuuhei responded. "I'll force you to go."

"What if I persuade you?"

"How are you going to—!"

He wondered why he had bothered asking. It should have been obvious, knowing her dirty mind. She pushed him against the wall and leaned her whole body against his in a provocative manner. Now, the fukutaichou of Squad Nine blushed furiously as Midori smirked. Whatever she had done had triggered a few dirty thoughts of his own. Still, Shuuhei had some control of his raging hormones and told her with some effort, "You're still going."

Midori sighed and started to move away. Suddenly, his arms wrapped around her and pulled them back into the same tantalizing position. The blonde blushed as she gasped at the sudden feel of everything.

"We can go in a minute," Shuuhei said in a husky voice as he pressed her against the wall and then added, "or two." He kissed her on the lips. As said before, he only had some control of his raging hormones.

"She's not breaking the way I hoped," Aizen told Gin. He had came to Ichimaru's office to talk with the silver-haired man about a certain woman he had developed an interest in. The woman in question was Ichimaru's fukutaichou and who else saw her the most than Ichimaru himself.

"What did ya expect? She's stubborn." Ichimaru leaned back in his chair.

"As stubborn as she is, she will break. I can't completely have her under my command unless—!"

"She does and you rearrange the broken pieces," Ichimaru finished the sentence. "Obviously there are still outside influences that you need to get rid of."

"Kyouraku's out of the picture," Aizen stated. "She's been so busy working for you that they haven't had a chance to talk. She's been isolated from everyone else she knows."

Ichimaru smirked. "Are you sure, Aizen-sama?"

Aizen was certain that she had been. He occupied her mornings and Ichimaru piled work on her so she couldn't leave her job until midnight. That left only left six hours for rest and any tired shinigami would take advantage of that period to prepare for the same rigorous routine the next day. Midori would have felt alone at this point and would have already snapped. Then Aizen would help her, the only one that could. Soon, she would see his perspective on things and become a loyal follower. But his plan shouldn't be taking so long. He didn't understand why she was still functioning like nothing was wrong. Then the answer came through the door.

Shuuhei entered the room, Midori over his shoulders. "Sorry for the intrusion, Ichimaru-taichou, Aizen-taichou, but I was making sure Midori got to her job on time."

Midori wanted to say something but couldn't; she was trying to stop her giggling. She was still trying to get over the thrill of jumping and running on rooftops while dangling over someone's shoulder.

Ichimaru smirked. "There you go."

Aizen cleared his throat, catching Midori's and Shuuhei's attention. "Ono-dono, would you come to my office around noon? I want to discuss something with you."

Midori nodded, wondering what could it be.

At around noon, Midori made her way down the hallways of Squad Five headquarters. She was nervous to see Aizen for the second time today. Why did she need to deal with him more than necessary? It was bad enough that she was having visions about Aizen despite the fact Shuuhei was in the picture. Then she thought about the other illusion and shuddered at the thought. Midori didn't want the illusions to be premonitions about the future.

Realizing that she was in front of the office door, she knocked and said, "Aizen-taichou?"

"Come in."

Midori opened the door and entered the room. Closing the door slowly, she studied the office. It was like what she imagined. Everything was so neatly organized and pack; Aizen's desk was clear of paperwork and so was his fukutaichou's. The sunlight poured into the room through open shades, giving the room a brighter feel. Aizen was sitting at his desk and told her to bring up a chair. Midori did as she was told and Aizen take out two bento boxes.

"I didn't want you to be hungry," Aizen explained after she sat. "Choose which one you want."

Midori chose the one that had sushi and reached for it. Then they started to eat. The woman didn't know what to do. She felt awkward. She had been alone with Aizen before but it was only during training, not little lunch dates. She glanced up at Aizen, wondering what he was thinking about. He was almost done eating.

"I was glad to see you were happy this morning," Aizen stated. "You've been down the last few weeks."

Was she that readable?

"Really? Sorry if I worried you but I'm actually alright, Aizen-taichou."

"Ono-dono, I know that something is bothering you. This morning during training, you looked you were about to break down. Remember what I told you a few months ago? You can trust me with anything."

"I'm okay. Really."

"Is Shuuhei hurting you in some way?" Aizen asked bluntly. He realized that if he didn't get straight down to business, the conversation would get nowhere.

Her brown eyes widened and she quickly shook her head. "No. He's been sweet to me the whole time."

"But it's something related to him, isn't it?"

Midori glanced down at the leftover food in her box, shifting it around with her chopsticks. "Sort of. But if I told you, you might think that I'm crazy."

"I won't. Trust me."

The woman looked into the man's brown eyes. It felt like he was seeing into the inner depths of her soul, even though she didn't want him to. She often felt this way when he caught her gaze. Vulnerable, defenseless, readable. The woman couldn't understand how his gaze could be so powerful. She wanted to believe it was kindness but it was more than that. When his hand covered hers, she blushed.

He gave her hand a small squeeze. "Midori."

Midori couldn't breakaway from his stare. What is wrong with me?

"I'm seeing these, 'illusions'," she finally said, wondering why she was telling him this. But she continued nonetheless. "Every time I see them, Shuuhei is covered in blood and dying. And every time he blames me for it. I know that I might sound crazy because I'm the only one who sees this but—!"

"It's okay," Aizen said, cutting her off. "I believe you."

Midori was surprised by his easy acceptance of this. "You do?"

"Yeah and I don't think they mean anything. I know you love Shuuhei very much. You would never be the cause of his death."

"I know."

"It would hurt you a lot if he died, wouldn't it?"

"Yeah. It would . . ."

Aizen stood and walked around the desk, the only thing that was separating them. Midori eyed the taichou, not sure what to expect. Then she gasped when his arms wrapped around her. She closed her eyes, hoping that this wasn't that illusion she had been having, hoping he wouldn't say anything. But he did, in the voice she always heard: "Don't worry about it."

If one illusion came true, what about the other? She shifted her feet on the floor. "I should go now," Midori said. "Ichimaru-taichou probably has a lot of work for me and all."

"Understandable," Aizen stated, unraveling his arms from her body. "I'll see you tomorrow for your training?"

Midori nodded. "Yes. I won't miss it."

It was only eleven o'clock at night when Midori decided to stop doing paperwork. She wasn't going to finish Ichimaru's share tonight. Instead, she was going to have a long talk with her taichou about how unfairly she was treated.

As she walked to Ichimaru's living quarters, she prepared her long speech about how their differences and hatred should not interfere with their duties to their squad. She had come up with a few minor suggestions and ideas to improve their partnership while working such as no talking to each other and staying out of the other's way. She nodded to herself. Those two rules were golden in her book.

As she approached his quarters, she saw that the door was slightly ajar and light was pouring out through the crack. At first, she didn't care what her taichou was doing. She was just going to go in there. But then Shuuhei's name was said.

Midori stopped moving and her eyebrows furrowed. She thought she was hearing things but then she heard his name a second time. Slowly and carefully, the woman made her way to the door and peered inside. The crack was very small; the only person she could see was Ichimaru. There had to be more people, though, or else her taichou would be talking to no one. She moved away from the crack enough to be out of view. The fukutaichou began her eavesdropping.

"You really want Shuuhei dead, huh?" Ichimaru asked. "I guess there's no other way to break her. You've been wanting to try out that experimental hollow. Maybe we should use it tomorrow."

Midori clasped a hand over her mouth to prevent any gasps and yelps from escaping. She was so busy trying to mute her hyperventilating that she didn't hear the second person's reply. She couldn't believe that her taichou were plotting Shuuhei's death. He had made the threat before but she had taken it as an idle one. Her mind was in panic mode and her heart pounded fast. Midori wanted to leave but instead of doing that, she listened some more.

"The plan's not bad. Shuuhei will go on a mission and die. No one would suspect foul play because that sort of thing happens. And Midori will finally break. To be honest, I'm just looking forward to seeing her face when she hears the tragic news."

The woman bit the bottom of her lip. What should I do? What can I do? I have no proof of this to show anyone.

The door slid opened and she turned around. She saw Ichimaru standing there. However, the lights were off and there was no second person. Her eyebrows furrowed. What she had heard and seen before could not have been an illusion. They could not be. Otherwise, that would mean something was seriously wrong with her.

Ichimaru smirked. "Midori, what a surprise to see you here. Last time you came by my quarters this late at night was to do the unspeakable, if you know what I mean."

Midori narrowed her eyes and stood, clenching her fists. "I know what you're up to."

"What do you mean?" Ichimaru asked innocently.

"I heard you! You want to kill Shuuhei to get to me!"

Ichimaru chuckled. "I can't believe you would think so lowly of me. Doing such a thing would make me inhumane, right?"

The woman gaped at him in shock. She did consider him inhuman and she did think lowly of him. He had forced her to have sex with him and he had threatened to kill Shuuhei, hinting he had no problem killing a shinigami. "I'm leaving before I do something I shouldn't do." She turned around and walked down the steps.

Ichimaru smirked. "Make sure you hold onto Shuuhei tight tonight. You never know what tomorrow might bring."

Midori stopped walking, not sure if that was a warning or a threat or words of wisdom.

"See ya at work, Midori."

The woman heard the door slide closed.

The next morning, Midori was taking a hot shower in Shuuhei's home.

She was thinking about last night and whether the plotting was only an illusion. The woman wanted it to be but then she wondered if the conversation with Ichimaru was the illusion. She tried to isolate the two. If the conversation with Ichimaru really did happened and the conversation she had eavesdropped on did not, then Shuuhei was in no real danger.

But if the conversation she had eavesdropped on was true, then she couldn't allow Shuuhei to go on a mission today. As of right now, Midori knew her boyfriend did not have any assignments. Still, he could get one at any time. That was another thing. How would she know when he got one and left? That was something luck would decide today. She wondered how much she had.

There was a knock on the bathroom door.

"How much longer are you going to be in there for?" Shuuhei asked. "I have to go in thirty minutes."

"Um, I can come out now and finish my shower later."

" . . . On second thought, you want to shower together?"

Midori blushed. She was going to see him completely naked and vice-versa. Her face turned redder at the thought and she told him to come in. When the doorknob turned, her heart started pounding at a ridiculous speed, proving to herself her own nervousness. The woman knew she would see him like this eventually but she always thought it would be at night in a dark room.

Midori heard the door open and close. Soon came the sound of clothing being discarded and thrown on the floor. Her heart continued racing with uncertainty as she heard his footsteps. When he pulled the curtain back, she glanced downward. She could hear the curtain going back in place and him moving toward her. Of course he's comfortable, she thought. He had a few girlfriends and did all sorts of stuff with them for all I know.

Her brown eyes widened at the sight of something she wasn't ready to see yet and she quickly looked up. Shuuhei was standing right in front of her, examining her. The blonde wanted to die, wondering what possessed her to give him the okay.

"You look beautiful, Midori," Shuuhei finally said. He looked at her face and saw it was getting redder by the second. "Is this uncomfortable for you?"

Midori shook her head. "No," she said, that high pitched voice coming back again. She turned around. "I just didn't expect a few things, that's all." Her blush deepened at the image in her mind. Can guys actually be that big? She asked herself in disbelief. The only man she could compare him to was Ichimaru and she didn't remember what his was like, which meant she did a good job blocking that part from her memories. She wanted to double check but didn't have the strength to. Maybe I'm seeing things again.

"You want me to scrub your back?" Shuuhei asked. She nodded and he reached for the bar of soap to attend to the task.

A minute later, she was scrubbing his back. As she scrubbed, she remembered what she heard last night. "Can you do me a favor?" she asked.

"Sure. Anything."

"If Tousen-taichou asks you to go on a mission, can you tell him no?"

Shuuhei looked back at her, confusion written on his face due to her request. "I don't think I can do that. It's a shinigami's duty, you know?"

Midori sighed. "I see." Then there's nothing I can do. Damn, I not even sure I'm going to lose him today. What's wrong with me?

"Is something wrong, Midori?"

"Nothing, I'm just worried."

"Okay–-!" Suddenly, he felt Midori wrap her arms around him, pressing her chest against his back. It one of those death-grip sort of hugs, like she believed if she held him tight enough he wouldn't leave her. Shuuhei knew something was bothering his girlfriend but she wasn't going to tell him anything soon. And if she wasn't going to share, there was nothing he could do. "Did you talk to Ichimaru yesterday?" He suddenly asked.

"I did. And he gave me the day off today." That was a lie but it was the only way to buy herself time to think and plan what she would do today.

"Really?" He was surprised that his suggestion had turned out so well. "Too bad I'm not off, huh?"

"Yeah."

Ichimaru grinned at Aizen. "Right now, Midori's an hour late for work and you're telling me that she skipped your training session this morning? I think she's avoiding us. I guess your 'perfect hypnosis' wasn't so perfect."

Aizen stared at her. "Or your last few words last night are the reason for this."

Ichimaru shrugged. "Could be."

Midori approached Squad Nine Headquarters, moving quickly. She was planning something big and she could not afford any mistakes. If she didn't do the operation fast enough, she would be interrupted and apprehended. Of course, if everything ran smoothly, Midori could escape the Seireitei and maybe go into hiding like Urahara Kisuke did. Maybe even go to the human world and live the rest of her life there. And then, maybe, when things cooled down, she could be with Shuuhei in peace.

The fukutaichou was anxious as she told Tousen that Yamamoto needed Shuuhei for something. She was even more anxious that it took forever to find Shuuhei. She was very nervous as she led her lover to Squad One headquarters. When she thought about what she was planning to do, she realized how she had seriously jumped off the deep end. In the Gotei Thirteen, the things she was plotting would be called traitorous, immoral, criminal, unjustified.

"Did Tousen-taichou give you an assignment yet?" She asked casually, slowing her pace down a bit.

"Yeah, he did. Just this morning."

The woman winced. "When do you leave?"

"In about an hour . . . Don't tell me you lied to my taichou back then. Do you know how bad that is?"

"Trust me. Lying to a taichou is nothing compared to the things I'm about to do."

Shuuhei frowned. "What do you mean?"

Midori stopped walking and turned around. She looked him dead in the eye. "I'm going to do you a favor right now. Though it's not the most legal thing to do. You have to forgive me because in the long run, I'm saving your life."

Shuuhei watched her unsheathe her zanpakutou and immediately reached for his. Midori couldn't be serious. He couldn't believe she would actually do what she looked like she was about to do. When she said her shikai command, he knew then that she meant business. She made the first attack and he blocked.

"What's your problem?" He yelled as he pushed her away with his sword.

"I don't have time to explain it to you right now," Midori replied and attacked again. "Just let me hurt you bad enough so you can't go!"

"What?"

Midori shook her head and struck again. I must sound pretty crazy, she thought as she swung her zanpakutou. Then again seeing things that aren't there is pretty crazy already. So technically, when I put it that way, I am crazy. Oh, dammit! I'm taking such a big chance here. She kicked Shuuhei in the side, sending him into the wall.

The woman waited for him to get up. At the same time, what if I'm actually saving him from death? Then the risk should be worth it, right? It's not too late to turn back.

Shuuhei stood, his blue eyes on her.

But I don't want to be sorry if I do turn back and he dies today. Because then it will be my fault.

Midori started to attack as fast as she could, trying to find an opening. Shuuhei dodged and blocked to the best of his abilities. He saw his chance and struck her wrist with the back of his blade. He wasn't going to harm her; he couldn't even if he wanted to.

The woman dropped her zanpakutou and looked at Shuuhei in surprise, thinking what could she do at this point.

"Midori, what's wrong with you?"

His guard dropped at that moment and she took advantage of the opportunity.

"Bakudo 9, Strike!"

The red light engulfed Shuuhei. It was meant to paralyze him but he slowly began to move. This time, he was strong enough to actually fight it. And Midori realized that. She knew she had to do her attack now or else she would lose precious time. She said the incantation that Aizen had taught her so well, hoping the spell would not over do it.

"Sprinkled on the bones of the beast! Sharp tower, red crystal, steel ring! Move and become the wind, stop and become the calm! The sound of warring spears fills the empty castle! Hadou 63, Raikouhou!"

Gin was sitting in his office. All the paperwork was on his desk but he didn't look at any of them. He was waiting for his fukutaichou to arrive. The man knew what she wanted. After all, he had heard of her encounter with Shuuhei. It was, after all, the latest news in the Seireitei. Nobody knew where the culprit was.

He was surprised that she had attempted such high level of kido. Obvious, Aizen had been doing a good job training her. However, even though she had managed to perform the kido, it wasn't to its fullest potential. Shuuhei was still in one piece and was currently in the care of Squad Four. Ichimaru knew that was how she wanted her lover to be: alive and whole. Him, on the other hand, she wanted to spill his blood.

"Speaking of the devil," he muttered as he felt her reiatsu.

The door opened and Midori stood there, her brown eyes on him. Behind her was some of his squad members knocked out. Apparently, they had tried to stop her and failed miserably.

The taichou grinned sadistically. He could see how much fun he would have in a little bit. "Midori, what a surprise. I thought you decided to skip work today. Is something wrong? You look upset."

Midori outstretched her arms, palms facing Ichimaru. "I'll kill you today."

"Is that so? Then we're not so different."

"Don't compare me to you!"

"Why not? You're just as twisted, you're just as dark. Maybe that's why I hate you. I would probably hate me if I met myself." Ichimaru's grin widened when he saw her shocked look. "What are you waiting for? Aren't you going to kill me, Midori?"

Midori gritted her teeth. "Sprinkled on the bones of the beast! Sharp tower, red crystal, steel ring! Move and become the wind, stop and become the calm! The sound of warring spears fills the empty castle! Hadou 63, Raikouhou!"

Ichimaru quickly moved out of the way, curious to see what the damage would be. There was a large hole in the office, giving Ichimaru a nice view of outside. He looked back at his fukutaichou. In a matter of seconds, he threw Midori out of the hole. Ichimaru then stepped through the wall, his gaze on her.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Ichimaru said. "I can't believe you would actually try to kill your own taichou."

Midori got off the ground.

"Shoot to death, Shinso!"

Ichimaru extended the blade and swung it. Quickly, Midori dodged the blade and charged at her taichou. He swung the blade a second time. This time, she jumped up into the air, drawing her own zanpakutou.

"Strike, Raimitsu!" Her blade transformed and started sparking.

Ichimaru swung his blade upward.

Midori gasped and blocked with her zanpakutou. The force knocked her into the ground, the wind getting knocked out of her. She struggled to breathe and Raimitsu tightened the bindings on her arm to get her attention. But the woman paid no heed to the warning. Soon she was kicked over onto her back and Shinso ripped through her shoulder. Midori screamed.

Ichimaru stared down at her, ignoring the gathering crowd of his squad members. "So tell me: what do you have to gain from this?"

Midori grabbed the blade, hoping her taichou wouldn't let go of the hilt of his weapon. "This isn't about me. Hadou 31, shakkahou!"

Ichimaru let go of Shinso to avoid the blast. Once the blade shrunk back to normal size, the woman pulled it out and got off the ground. Then she threw Shinso aside. She could care less about her wound. She had to finish what she started here first. It was clear that the watching squad members would not interfere because they were scared of her. Still, the woman wondered how much time she had before a few taichou showed up. The Seireitei was on high alert because of her.

Midori laughed and slowly moved toward her taichou. "You don't have your zanpakutou, Ichimaru. What are you going to do now?"

Ichimaru moved in and punched her cheek, her head turning completely. The woman wiped the blood at the corner of her mouth and threw a punch back. Ichimaru caught her fist and smirked. Out of retaliation, Midori swung with her sword. She just wanted to cut the man once. Was that too much for luck to grant?

The fukutaichou tackled the man to the ground. The woman placed one hand on his shoulder to hold him in place and raised Raimitsu high. Then she grinned triumphantly. She had him and no one could stop.

"You always wanted to know how far I'd go to protect his life," Midori stated through clenched teeth, trying to slow her ragged breathing. She didn't need to state who she was referring to. It was common knowledge between the two of them.

"So kill me," Ichimaru challenged. "Don't let me believe you're all talk or else I'll be disappointed."

She let out a cry of frustration and brought her zanpakutou down. Her eyes widened when she saw that she only cut his cheek. I missed? Suddenly, Ichimaru kicked her away from him. Midori expected to hit the ground but was surprised that someone had caught her.

She looked up, first seeing the vibrant pink haori and straw hat. "Kyouraku?"

The taichou of Squad Eight looked down at her, his face solemn. He readjusted his grip, taking a firm hold on both of her arms.

She tried to get away from the man but suddenly realized that she couldn't. "Can you let go of me?" She asked.

"I can't do that."

"What a pity," Ichimaru commented, picking up his bloody Shinso. "Well, I guess you're very lucky, Midori."

Anger. Hatred. And misery. Midori kicked and thrashed in Kyouraku's arms. However, Kyouraku kept to his word and did not let go. She was in enough trouble already. Assault on Hisagi Shuuhei and now attempted murder of Ichimaru Gin. She did not need actual murder added to her list of crimes. His friend had jumped off the deep end a long time ago and he was there to make sure she didn't do anything worse. He felt that this was his fault; he had suggested Midori for the position of fukutaichou of Squad Three and know she was going to lose it.

Kyouraku looked up and saw Byakuya and Zaraki coming over. He could already sense more of the taichou's reiatsu coming closer.

"We need to properly restrain her, Kyouraku-san," Byakuya stated above the woman's screams. "She's out of control."

The woman struggled to get away from the two men, threatening to kick Kyouraku in the groin. Ichimaru was only ten feet away and that was close enough for her. "Let go of me!" She screamed. "Let me kill the fucking bastard! Let me kill him!"

Though her throat was getting sore, Midori continued her screams and laments. She continued her kicks, she continued her thrashing. She just wanted to be dropped so she could wipe that grin off Ichimaru's face. Despite her screaming, she could hear the surrounding taichou talking. They were five of them here besides Ichimaru and they were trying to pin the fukutaichou down on the ground. She heard them say, "Hold her arm still!" When she glanced over and saw Kurotsuchi Mayuri approaching with a syringe, she fought harder than before. But with five taichou holding her down and making sure one of her arms were securely in place, the outcome was inevitable.

"Midori."

The ex-fukutaichou looked out of her cell. Two days ago she had been placed in this dark place and she hadn't had anyone to talk to. The guards only came and went without a word to deliver her food. She believed that visitors were not allowed to visit her. She looked up from the floor, surprised to see Kyouraku standing there. "How's Shuuhei?"

"He's fine." That wasn't what the taichou wanted to talk to his friend about but if she had any worries, he would get rid of them.

"And what happened to the group that went to deal with that hollow?"

"They died."

The blonde sighed and tilted her head back against the wall. "So my actions were justified."

"Midori," Kyouraku started. "They're talking about your execution."

"I know."

"I'll try to see if they would give you a lesser sentence."

"Why bother? The Central 46 don't give a damn about me. They know I attacked first in both situations and it wasn't to defend myself either."

"I have it all figured out. I'll ask the other taichou to see if they know any information that can help you."

"I've stared death in the face once before."

"Look, you are not going to die." Kyouraku attempted to walk away to make sure he got the last word but her mouth was a bit quicker.

"I have nothing to live for," she muttered.

The taichou stopped walking. "You want to lose Shuuhei as well as your life?"

Midori looked back down, narrowing her eyes. Kyouraku had no right to bring up Shuuhei. He didn't know anything about them or her previous predicament or so on. He had no right to use Shuuhei as an excuse for her to live. He had no right at all. Yet she couldn't tell the taichou that as he walked away because a part of her wanted to use that excuse as well.

A/N: I put a lot of thought into this chapter and I hope it turned out good. First of all, I never really planned on Midori attacking Shuuhei. That was a spur of the moment thing. And I never thought that Gin would actual make his "idle" threat happen. That was just an idea I had while writing this. To be honest, a lot things that happened wasn't what I thought would happen. All I knew that by the end of this chapter, Midori would be sent to prison for attempting murder of Ichimaru. Originally, Midori was suppose to attack Ichimaru for him threatening to tell Shuuhei about that night but that changed. See this past-revealed arc was suppose to occur over a span of a few years, not lots of years. Plus, I made Midori tell Shuuhei in the last chapter about that night, something that I mentioned I did not originally plan on. So what you have here, from the beginning up to the part where Midori attacks Ichimaru, is a series of events that wasn't what I originally planned.

Anyway, "Hadou 63 Raikouhou" is also known as "Thunder Roar Cannon" incase some of you didn't know. And thanks to SweetYuya, I3Bleach, Foca, and cheeky half-demon for reviewing. I appreciate them. And thanks to those who added this story to their favorites/alerts lists so far.