After their date, Tesla and Orihime decided to go explore the Seireitei. It would be fun to find a squad to join, they figured, because it seemed that everyone was just joining different squads at random.

They stumbled upon the Third Division, which by now only had two members – Gin Ichimaru and Mizuiro Kojima.

"Hi Mizuiro!" Orihime chirped, waving. Mizuiro waved back. Gin smiled at Tesla. Tesla subtly hid behind Orihime. Actually, it wasn't so subtle, but we'll give him a break. "How are you doing?"

"Good," Mizuiro said. Orihime noticed that he was passing his fingers meaninglessly over a rock. She briefly wondered why, but decided not to ask. "Do you want to join the Third Division? We kind of are low on members."

Orihime looked at Tesla, shrugged, and nodded. "Why not?"

"Alright!" Gin said, speaking for the first time. "Orihime, third seat. Tesla, fourth seat. Done."

This was truly the best squad out of all of them.

But where is the actual protagonist of this thing, you may ask?

Who is the actual protagonist?

That's a good question.

But let's catch up with Ichigo Kurosaki, shall we?

Last we saw Mister Kurosaki he had been standing awkwardly in the background of a battle with Shinji Hirako. Shinji had long since left him to go bother Hiyori, but now Ichigo was having a nice time wandering around the Seireitei. He eventually ran into a newly Shinigami-ified Sung-Sun, and now the two were having a 'Rangiku date', in which Rangiku locked them in the Tenth's office and spied on them.

"So," Ichigo said, ever so awkward. "You're a Shinigami now."

"Yes," Sung-Sun said. "We are not enemies anymore."

"Right."

"It would be alright if we were to date."

"Good," Ichigo said. They sat their awkwardly. "So, now that everyone who has the potential to have strong spiritual pressure is in the Seireitei, does that mean that we can all just join squads at random? Aren't there any rules against that?"

Sung-Sun shrugged. "I do not know anything about Seireitei rules. The only Shinigami I knew were Sosuke Aizen, Gin Ichimaru, and Kaname Tosen, and none of them really cared about the Seireitei rules."

"Right."

As if he knew what they were talking about, Mizurio popped out of nowhere with brochures advertising the Third Division. He handed one to each of them and then disappeared again. Ichigo blinked and skimmed his brochure. "Hm," he said. "Squad Three doesn't seem too bad."

"We shall join that one, then."

Grimmjow and Hanataro were wandering around the Seireitei, Grimmjow challenging anyone and everyone he met to a fight. If, by some miracle, this person accepted and managed to injure Grimmjow before being murdered, Hanataro would heal Grimmjow. It was a nice, peaceful existence, mostly because Hanataro was too scared to complain about anything.

Eventually, however, they ran into Grimmjow's new 'nemesis.'

Ikkaku Madarame.

Yumichika had also decided to dress up to stand around behind him while he fought. Usually he didn't dress up to do that, but he'd decided to this time, because there was no way that Hanataro Yamada was going to look prettier than him.

"It's time for a rematch," Ikkaku said. Grimmjow nodded.

Hanataro edged around the fight to stand beside Yumichika. "Take me home, please," he said. Yumichika looked at him, more than a bit disgusted.

"You are not my type."

"N-no, not like that," Hanataro said. He was bright red. "I mean, back to the Fourth."

Yumichika shrugged. "Why not?"

Grimmjow saw them just before they headed off, Yumichika carrying Hanataro because they were flash-stepping back and Hanataro can't flash-step. "Why, small Shinigami?!" Grimmjow cried to the sky as he fell overdramatically to his knees. "I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING SPECIAL!"

The Ninth Division was a very good division, especially now that there was both a Captain and a Lieutenant, so it could have double the efficiency. Shuhei Hisagi went to work on a special edition of the Seireitei Communication, while Kensei Muguruma went to see how his Squad had been doing while he had been gone. He moved around some people, got rid of some people, and eventually had the Squad he wanted.

Tesla Lindocruz had showed up at some point, and he was now the fourth seat of the Ninth Division instead of the Third.

Nobody was quite sure why, but there was a suspicion that he couldn't go without Nnoitra for more than a day or however long they'd been here.

After Kensei was done reviewing his Squad and Shuhei had gotten special issues of the Seireitei Communication out to everyone, the two stepped back and reviewed their handiwork. "Yeah," Kensei said, nodding. "This will work."

It had been quite busy in the Twelfth Division. Both Kurotsuchis had mysteriously disappeared, and Hiyori had taken over, appointing Akon her lieutenant because 'he's the only one around here who knows what he's fucking doing.'

Akon was celebrating finally being promoted.

Even though he was fairly certain that Hiyori had drugged both Kurotsuchis and tied them up in a basement somewhere. He didn't know which basement. They had a lot of basements in the Twelfth, most of them full of dangerous specimens that they hadn't known what to do once they were caught and had just decided to just shove down there.

Akon hoped that Nemu wasn't getting mauled right now. Even though it was creepy because he had (presumably) helped make her, she was hot.

Also he liked the short skirt.

What was he doing?

Oh, right. More Arrancar-to-Shinigami. They'd perfected the procedure, and were now working on Tesla Lindocruz, because only the Third Division let anyone join.

The other Divisions had standards.

"Akon!"

"What?" Akon asked. Him and Hiyori had bonded over the hitting Shinji with a shoe experience, and now they didn't hate each other so much. At least, she didn't try to kill him as much and he didn't call her a demon bitch from hell in his head.

Very much.

It's kind of been a while since I've updated this, hasn't it?

Oops.